#rambilings

[peepingnee]

So!

Was rewatching OFMD like ya do and I know a lot of people were upset feeling like Izzy didn't get a proper apology from Ed given everything, but then when Ed is giving his "apology" to the crew it's full of buzzwords and Lucius rightfully calls him out on it yeah? He says "and yet the words ' I'm sorry' were never mentioned, did anyone else catch that?"

You know who did hear that word? Izzy did. It was short and clipped and yes not nearly enough, but where Ed bullshitted his way through an "apology" to the crew, he did not do that to Izzy. He looked pained and genuinely upset and he said the word that meant something not to the crew but to Izzy.

Annnnywhooo just something I noticed last night that niggled my brain. Feel free to take that as you will

[readysetimready]

I'm such a hater it's actually insane. Have I ever read or heard what I'm hating on. No, but I still hate it. Mainly because I heard why other people hate it, and I know that if I was masochistic to endure it enough I would hate it too. However, there's a big reason why I'm an unproblematic hater. One my hate is not bigoted, and two it's silent hate. I don't comment on anything or talk about it I just silently seeth. If you're going to hate right, hate like me. But if your soul can not stay silent about what you hate then do some research and be a informed hater. However I would never put myself through witnessing something I hate….because I hate it.

For example

Coleen Hoover books

[tigeristired]

so ive got to write a whole paper in 45 minutes because ive been avoiding it all day. this cant go wrong. no. 

121/450 words

[kihaku-gato]

This is a callout to write to myself as my bday looms closer again (a week to go);

I know you were hoping to have more figured out by now, more steps of independence and control, more goals met, more things in line rather than in what feels like an eternal limbo.

You need to remember that though you feel like you've set the bar so low that it's a shock it isn't being reached, that would maybe be the case if you weren't chronically exhausted, stressed, and being beaten down by whatever new bad news or task (that's NOT your own) crashing your way.

You HAVE been trying. For the rockiness its been you have tried to rise to the occasions to do what's gotta be done on others' schedules. You've been trying one foot in front of the other to get some old routines and responsibilities back in shape.

I know you've asked yourself "here I have been trying to transform/change some of my older OCs for the better but where on earth can I do that for myself?", do you think you'd be voluntarily changing them so much if you didn't already have some changes in yourself? The first changes you can name are the bad changes, but for the bad ones you've been trying to dig your heels down and not let them rule your self. You have had some good changes! Some of those bad things are merely a symptom of greater issues that are out of your control, even the tamest beast can be a feral mess in the wrong environment. You've been trying to manage it, failing to manage it despite efforts is a given.

Just because you have been working to get some things in track doesn't mean things are suddenly going to get easier all at once, or that you aren't gonna relapse to the routines you most detest. It may be exhausting, but it is somewhat human and natural for it to work like that as you try to grow.

I'm sorry we have not gotten as far as we wanted to for this point of time, and I know you fear of being the rotting workdog with no free will locked on the property till your end of days, but time as far as its felt to be going is still not truly fast, our memory is merely making it feel so. We will continue to try, even if its one thing on the goalpost, or even just resting. You realize how much we both need to rest.

I don't know how long we will be in this hole, but by god you have been trying so hard to clamber out of it, be proud that you are trying! So many people look up to your efforts, you need to acknowledge to see what they see.

Maybe if we can squeeze the memory/time, we will look at the biggest thorns on our side and make a list of them, and see if we can find some unconventional solutions to them if need be. And if we can't find a solution? then more reason to be on the list just to remind that some of the goals we so desperately want to reach are just simple unattainable at this time, and move on.

I hope that future me if they read this will be in better straights, and if not? I'm very sure you are still trying to do your best, and past me is here to remind you that you really are. Be more kind to yourself, you deserve it just as much as you need it.

[hollis-art]

doing some very important thinking about what star trek crew i'd fit in best with and i have many thoughts about it

now my first instinct would be to say The Next Generation guys because they feel like family and i love them, but then i think about how they treat Reginald Barclay (the guy who is literally me fr) and,,,, yeah, those guys would NOT like me. i could hang out with Data just fine but anyone else feels like they'd be a bit judgmental smh. like as much as i love Geordi, i feel like he'd be dissing me behind my back smh smh

then we have Deep Space Nine. now i love that crew, i really really do. they are so fascinating and genuinely one of the most interesting set of people in tv history imo, but those guys are FREAKS and i dont want to be ANYWHERE near them. Jake and Nog get a pass bc i genuinely really want to be their friend but other than that? no. get me OUT of this space station

and the other series just dont stick out to me enough to even have an opinion about them, but my final verdict is that i'd be buddies with The Original Series crew. i would probably die really fast but hey, at least they're not judging me like tng or doing whatever they do on ds9. and they have Uhura :D i love Uhura

[casually-salad]

push that thing down the stairs

[subatomicskud]

Haven't drawn in ages not because of art block, always have ideas but more so this horrible weight of dissatisfaction like just hating everything I draw even if it's just sketches. It will shift eventually but godddd.

Maybe I need to just find a different creative outlet for the time being.

[isopod-media]

I think chisame would be the kinda bitch to say she lost her middle finger by fingering too fast.. winners do love winning what can I say?

[patchwork-crow-writes]

THEY LIT MY BOY ON FIRE DDDD:

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Realizing with my big-girl corporate job that I would be the breadwinner over Bokuto - and I feel like he would love being spoiled and leaning into that

I can see him saying that he's "I'm a HOUSE-HUSBAND" on off-seasons as a joke but like... he's kinda serious and loves saying that

Like he loves spoiling me as much as he can, but he can't help but find it super attractive and hot when I say things like "I can take care of it, baby, don't worry!" when I spoil him and pay for his meals and stuff or "Let me take of you, please?"

Really gets him a going

[crimsonamber9999]

:|| Sadly, due to their rough upbringing, bullying about their appearance, and anxiety around the thoughts of pregnancy itself, Calypso themselves would prefer not to have a child of their own. I think...once brought up with a partner... it's easy to see the immediate anxiety upon that thought. While they have the anatomy capable it's just...not for them;; On top of that, I can think of the idea of settling down while it would be a genuine dream for someone to ask them to do that. They themselves think unworthy to be someone's lifelong partner even though their dating and did everything together because they don't want to have to burden their own partner with their issues of anxiety and depression lifelong. So sometimes with the intimacy of that kind, of opening their heart to one another, they unintentionally push that partner away by trying to change the subject. Or if you finally get them to it turns into lots of apologizing.

[isopod-media]

I switched into a DR character-- what is my luck?

you still swap even if it's not a person. if it's a chair you're a chair 👍

poll about swapping with you own icon here

[midnightwritingaaa]

Finishing it off

Alright didn't quite get a post per minute but whatever, this was quality rambling, any-who Idk how anyone sees this, if you read through all of this congrats! and also why? Like seriously why are you still here? You know this is an internet checkpoint if you have gotten this far then you seriously need to go outside. Touch grass. I don't care if its 3 am 3 am grass is the best type of grass. Okay, your void screamer signing off I hope that this has been a not enjoyable per-say but at least interesting experience.

[kerosene-saint]

RGRGRR

[nervousd]

Chapter Three— Unexpected visitors

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#SYNOPSIS— The dead come back to visit

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, implications of abandonment, implications of being a bad mother, child abandonment, implications of discrimination, implications of physical abuse, yandere, unhealthy obsession, possessive, prey/hunter dynamics, scent kink, creepy behavior, throat usage?/does that even make sense?, forced kissing, noncon kissing???)) quaritch goes feral, unwanted touching

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! colonel Miles Quaritch

#NOTE— so I lied— the good stuff will definitely be on the next chapter. I’m also planning to make a Drabble to make up for it

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Quaritch extended out his palm towards the diagram ❝ The target is pretty much this whole island group— ❞ he was cut of by Spider ducking beneath his large frame, he glanced down at his son smiling briefly, ❝— Never been up there, you know those waters doc. What kind of indigenous we got? ❞ Scoresby gestured towards the man on the opposite side of the diagram. The doc was startled out of his own thinking, hesitating briefly as he glanced at the blue Recom looking at him with piercing yellow eyes ❝ Well— uh we got metkayina mostly some Ta’unui maybe fifty villages— ❞

Having enough of his rambiling, Quaritch cut off him with a puzzled face, ❝ uh you are who?❞ he didn’t need to know what specific species of na’vi there was— all he needed to know where was the nearest village nearby to get stated on his mission ❝ Oh I’m uh Doctor Ian Garvin, a marine biologist ❞ he extended out his palm for a handshake but was ultimately ignored by Quaritch, he dropped down his hand in embarrassment, ❝ Fifty villages— a hundred villages. I don’t care we’ll search them all ❞ Scoresby scoffed, and snapped back with an obnoxious tone ❝ I hunt Tulkun, that’s what I’m rigged for that’s all my guys do. I’ve got quotas to meet ❞

A rotten wry smile split Quaritch face, he showed a smile with far too many teeth— teeth to sharp his lips curled up. He looked like a happy predator with upturned lips, ❝ I’ll be nice once than I won’t ❞ Behind him, Lyle lifted his respiratory mask taking a sip of carbon. His yellow eyes gleamed, as he watched the interaction between the two of them. Scoresby pursed his lips, not expecting to be threatened in his own ship, ❝ Oh if you can’t get out of it, get into it. All crew to stations! ❞

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It was difficult being an outsider among the na’vi, unable to fully understand the ways of being‘ One of the people ‘ as they say. But they were welcoming to say the least— a bit skittish but nothing you can do about it. Had it not been for Jake sully— Toruk Makto as they call him; you would have never been accepted into the Ta’unui clan. You weren’t ‘ one of the people ‘ your simply coexisting with them. It was difficult at first, finding yourself frustrated with them— and yourself. It was a horrible decision to leave the forest but if you didn’t then you would be stuck with him— burden by the responsibility of being a mother. So you packed your things and left—

Gone the next day leaving no trace behind but a few personal belongings. It was heartless— to abandon a child but you couldn’t bare to look at it. Finding bile crawling up your throat whenever you ever so glanced at it. But that was years ago and you can only find yourself wanting to learn about their life now— only a little. You come up with your own conclusions, that’s he’s fine— doing much better now that you were gone. Has a happy family that gives him all the affection and care he needs— anything to lesson the guilt of abandoning him.

You were startled out of your thoughts as a blue hand appeared in your vision. You jumped like a feral cat, whisking around as your eyes caught culprit of a sheepish male na’vi. ❝Jesus Christ— must you always do this to me? ❞ The male na’vi blinked, cocking his head to the side as he stared at you with wide eyes, ❝ I do not understand this sky people talk— what is this Jesus Christ? ❞ You shook your head, waving your hand in dismissal ❝ Dont worry about it— Sky people nonsense and all that. Your English has gotten good ❞ at your compliment, the male puffed up his chest in pride. You scoff at his flared ego— ever since you’ve been here this male na’vi was always by your side, claiming he was curious about the sky people.

He’s become your student— only for a short while. You’ve been teaching him English for quite some and was surprised to see him learn the language very quick. It brought a sense of peace towards you— familiarity. It’s as if you were back in the past with Grace helping her at the school. A wave of nostalgia hit you, often times you missed the moments you had with everyone. You smiled briefly, the past would always sneak upon you leaving nothing but a longing to see everyone. But you had made your bed— choosing to leave and abandon everyone. Now you must lay in your choices. ❝ You are friends with Toruk Makto, no? ❞

Confused by the sudden interest in an old friend, you nodded, ❝ Yeah— Jake sully, what’s the sudden interest in him? ❞ he hesitated briefly, ❝ He is residing in a metkayina clan— not far from here— there has been talk of war following him ❝ Your lips pursed in response, brows furrowing. ❝ That is odd— not something he would do. Who knows maybe he just wanted a vacation? ❞ He looked at you with wide eyes, ❝ You are certain of this? ❞ You hesitated briefly, you weren’t— Jake would of never fled the Omaticaya— especially Neytiri, seeing as how she loved her home and would even die for her people. This wasn’t something they would do— not unless they were running from something— or someone.

But no one could posses such a threat that would cause Jake to flee— and if they did, we’ll they were dead. But you couldn’t cause panic— ❝ I’m sure, who knows maybe it’s for diplomat reasons ❞ He seemed satisfied with your answer and bided you goodbye. You were back to being alone— busying yourself to your own devices. But worry seemed to overshadow your thoughts— worming their way inside your mind. If Jake was here than what of the boy you gave birth to? Jake didn’t adopt him— no the boy had foster parents that took care of him along with other human children that were left behind. But Jake promised— he promised to watch over him. Did Jake bring him here to the ocean clans? Or did he leave him back at the Omaticaya?

Worry gnawed at your gut— you couldn’t bare to risk seeing the boy. Your stomach churned in disgust— you were cut off by a horn being blasted through the air— your stomach dropped. Through the years residing in the clan not once has the horn been used. Distant cries were heard thought the beach and a loud rumbling sound swallowed their petrified cries. You scrambled towards the noise, terror sticking at your nerves as a large ship came into view, ❝ Oh fuck— fuck! ❞ you scrambled backwards running towards your small hut. You gathered your necessity items, shoving the basic necessities in a small bag.

None of this made sense— they shouldn’t be here, not once had they come near the islands. They were often seen out in the open waters hunting tulkun. This was different— had they come here to threaten or kill the na’vi residing in this island? Peace was not on the table so the like hold of the other two options happening were possible. You flinched at the loud cries coming from the na’vi and the curses of your mother tongue being shouted out. If they caught you— there was no doubt you might be publicly executed for betraying your race.

And so you hid— lost in the wildlife of Pandora you seeked shelter behind a trunk covered by bushes. Your breaths came out labored, you peeked from a small opening seeing the na’vi being rounded up on the clearing. You leaned forward trying to get a better view unaware of the footsteps behind you. You let out a scream as a hand tugged you up from your hiding place. You struggled immediately, clawing at the hands that held onto you— ❝ Stay still—! I got a traitor here! ❞ your attacker dragged you towards the clearing, gun pressing against your back.

You tripped over your own feet a couple of times as you were dragged to the clearing. Countless of na’vi were forced to kneel onto the sand with guns and tasers threatening to cause harm. There were avatars among them humans, dressed in full camo gear with weapons strapped towards their vest. The color drained from your face as you made eye contact with piercing yellow eyes, ❝ What the actual fuck— ❞ you were starting to panic, kicking your feet and acting like a mad woman— you were unsure of what to do but your brain screamed at you to run.

In front of you was the man you once thought was dead— no you were certain he was dead. His skeleton was out in the forest decomposing on itself. Yet, here he was, breathing and certainly alive. He was back from the dead and this time he came back blue. Beside him was a human boy wearing na’vi clothes, he was covered in blue stripes. A flicker of recognition sparkled in your eyes— your breath hitched at your throat, ❝no— no! ❞ you shook your head refusing to accept the truth. A newfound strength courses through your body.

You elbowed the guy on the ribs making a run for it, ❝ Don’t shoot! I need her alive! ❞ a familiar voice ran along the clearing— it was him. Colonel Miles Quaritch was back from the dead and came back bigger, stronger and faster in the body of a na’vi—a species he hated with a passion. But how was that even possible? You wouldn’t stay to find out— you had to leave— to hide

❝ Get back here! ❞ He roared out, the sheer volume and grit of his voice caused the ends of your hairs to stand up. He launched himself to your pursuit, screaming out in rage. He was hot on your tail, commanding you stop running but it only caused you to pump your legs faster. Soon enough you heard him right behind you— you glanced back a mistake you realized as he ran at you in a primal way. Hands and feet— claws out for a grip against the terrain he pounced on you. ❝C’mere! ❞ You ducked out the way, barley missing his grasp but not without paying the price of your shirt being torn by his claws. You slammed yourself against a trunk barley missing his claws. You scrambled back to your feet leaving him in the dust.

❝ Stop running! ❞ he screamed out, ❝ you’re suppose to be with me— You’re mine— mine! ❞ Sharp canines gritted against each other and bared into a sneer, his brows were furrowed and yellow eyes were wide like saucers— he looked insane as if he submitted himself to his primal instincts. He was fixated on getting you; even going as far as his abandoning his gun— anything that slowed him down. A shaky sigh left his lips as he gripped the garment of your torn blouse— he inhaled deeply pressing it against his nose. He swears he could taste your scent on his tongue. It’s yours— and you’re here with him.

He exhaled shaky, pocketing the torn piece of clothing inside his pocket. He glanced back up finding you no where in his sight. His ears flattened against his skull, tail laying limp, ❝Don’t be mean now honey— ❞ his voice drawled out, the smirk wiping off his face seeing as there was no indication to where you could possibly be. He scouted out the area in a frenzy coming to a halt as a thud behind him makes him turn around in a swift. He rushes over to the sound pushing away the wildlife , ❝ Gotcha! ❞ his excitement died down when all he found was a small animal cowering in fear. He let out a hiss of frustration, tail whipping around as his anxiety clawed at him.

Panic rose as he searched every creek he could find— which way did you go? His frustration bubbled in his chest, ❝ If you don’t come out right now I swear I’ll paint that ass red and blue! ❞ He looked left and right, running in circles looking for any sign or indication to where you could possibly be. Meanwhile, you had ran as far as you could ending up near your shack. You stoped to catch your breath, heart beating against your chest in an erratic way. You bended over placing your hand on your knees— you had lost him for now. But what can you do before he catches up to you again? For how long can you evade his grasp? Leaving the island would be impossible. This was a hopeless scenario for you— there was no way to flee and running was the only option. You could hide in your shack but wouldn’t that be the first place they would check?

You couldn’t give up now, standing straight you began to plot your next move. Hiding was a no go— you need small places somewhere a na’vi can’t fit in. You could hear the distant scream of your name out in the woods, your head whipped to the sound. Tripping over your own steps you decided to push more distance away from him. You knew exactly where to go— you’ve known this island for years. He doesn’t, all that matters is making sure he doesn’t catch up to you before you get there. Soon enough you heard a branch break beside you— you don’t have time to register the force that impacted you.

You feel like you’re flying through the air— unable to grasp what’s going on. He’s grabbing you and wrestling you beneath him— a coarse laugh came from him, his canines glistened from the copious amount of times of running his tongue over them— unable to swallow his exceeding amount of saliva. His tail thumped behind him in excitement, ❝ I got you, sweetheart— you’re mine now ❞ his chuckles were hoarse, shoulders shaking as deep rumbles came within his chest.

He pressed his nose against the juncture of your nape, curling himself to your size. You froze— did he just sniff you? He’s panting, whole body trembling. ❝ You done teasing me? You and I have some unfinished business to get to. How about we finish that family that we started? Give the brat a couple of siblings while you and I get to be acquainted once again ❞ You shook your head frantically, the thought of having another child with him disgust you. Tears slid down your cheeks freely, you wanted to scream and cry out. This was a nightmare come to life. You let out a squeal as you felt his palm reach down and grabbed a handful of your ass, groping and squeezing the flesh. He rained down numerous kisses on your neck, nipping and lapping at your flesh. You were frozen in place— He was terrifying, and too fucking big. His whole body encased yours. Quaritch looked at you, pupils blown wide—. Your attempts to trash away from his grip was useless against his strength and size. He was overwhelming— you could only see and feel him. Both of his massive biceps were placed beside you, lowering his chest towards back.

Back when he was human he always towered over you but now as a na’vi? He was huge— it was like you were his own personal human doll. You could hear shuffling behind you— you were manhandled as if you were nothing but cargo. You were face to face with him. His biceps kept you locked in his embrace, lowering himself towards you. He was starved for you— relishing every touch he could get from you. You however— we’re frightened and did everything possible to get away from his embrace. You wiggled and kicked helplessly under his strong grip— his arms tightened around you like a snake coiling around it’s prey. It only just hit how strong and big his was.

He hugged you even closer— if it was even possible to do so. Pressing your body against his, he let out a deep low moan making you let out a squeak as you felt his canines drag across your flesh. He leaned down again— seeing his face dip towards yours; you turned your face to the side avoiding his lips from touching yours. His lips skimmed over your cheeks— a low animalistic snarl escaped from him. His fingers dug into your jaws and wrenched your face to look back at him. ❝ You will not take this from me, girl— I have waited so long to have you ❞

His lips pressed against yours in a messy kiss, he pressed his tongue against your mouth. Claws prodding your jaw to open up as he swallowed your mouth whole. Tears streamed down your cheeks— He doesn’t get to have you— you weren’t his. You wish you could tell him this but all you can squeak out are muffled sobs. Quaritch was overjoyed— a sense of peace came flowing to him. You were back in his arms, exactly where he wanted you. Nothing can stop him now— not even the order he was given from his predecessor— you were meant to be his— human or na’vi doesn’t matter.

Your attempts to break away from the kiss were futile against his overwhelming strength. He deepened the kiss, tongue lashing at ever crook and crane he could find. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you felt his tongue slither down your throat. Your fist slammed against his chest seeing black dots prick at the corner of your vision. Feeling you go limp in his arms caused him to draw back from your mouth. His hold on you however remained— a string of saliva connected both of your lips. Face running red, you stared at him unable to fully wrap your head on just what happened

He stared back down at you, completely unfazed. As if this was the most natural thing to do ❝ What? Cat got your tongue, hmm Princess? ❞ , you shook your head to the side a couple of times; mumbling out incoherent words. His ears however managed to hear you every well, ❝ You’re not him— how are you even alive? You died— ❞ you babbled out— pawing against his chest pathetically, pushing and slapping with your weak strength. A mistake you were quick to realize as he slammed you back to the ground caging you in his arms, ❝ Just relax, princes I’ll explain it to ya— you see I’m a clone of that old man. He’s deceased— he was weak ❞ he hissed, ❝ I’m better— I’m stronger and I am going to take what is rightfully mine; starting with you ❞

Small wheezes came from you, you looked at him as if he was absurd ❝ I don’t belong to you— ❞ his fingers curled around your throat ❝ Watch it— clearly you’re attitude has been left unchecked for quite a long time. Don’t worry sweetheart, daddy will fix that ❞ His palm pressed against your back bringing you upwards to him, he coaxed you to his lap; tail wrapping around your arm. His palms groped your flesh, touching every place he could. His hands fiddled with your blouse, scrunching up the piece of fabric you called blouse tearing it off. You’re breast bounced from the impact— you curled inward to protect your modesty. His fingers itched to grab hold of your breast— lips curling up at your refusal. However, a static voice coming from his earpiece caused him to pause his actions. You couldnt catch what they were saying but you doubted it was anything good. His yellow eyes gleamed, ❝ Let’s get you back home— where you belong ❞

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[readysetimready]

Things like this are always a small reminder the way the ancient Greeks perceived Zeus and Hera. The fact that Hera is almost never shown in plays except for this rare occasion, and Zeus never is, is something kinda overlooked. At least in my mind it shows the majesty and very respected position both Zeus and Hera hold in Greek society. The article goes on to further explain what they mean by the section I mentioned, but still, it’s something so interesting to me.

Most likely because so often I see Zeus and Hera dumb down to these caricatures of themselves. You know, Hera the jealous wife, and Zeus, the cheating husband, it becomes easy to forget how respected and honored they were in Greek society. Even his infidelities and her jealousy are rarely, “just because.” If nothing else it is a key factor in another major god's beginning. So to see so many people denote it as just, “oh thats just old Hera and Zeus at it again,” really causes a loss of context and nuance.

“The presence of Hera on stage is perhaps the most important piece of information concerning this play as far as the presentation of gods on stage is concerned. This happens because Hera, although often playing a part in various myths, is never found on stage in tragedies. For example, in the story of Heracles the intervention of Hera is crucial but at least in Euripides this happens through her agents, Lyssa and Iris. Io in Prometheus is also a victim of Hera but again the goddess does not descend to destroy the mortal herself. In both cases she retains a royal status that allows and perhaps necessitates a more distant approach. Could this reflect some kind of hesitation on the part of poets to bring Hera on stage because of the status she has to retain? Easterling, who sees no hesitation to present gods on stage in Greek drama, notes that there is prohibition as far as Zeus is concerned9. Zeus is never present on stage. The testimony of Pollux, IV, 130 for his presence in the lost Psychostasia of Aeschylus is not convincing, at least not for the original performance10. This would have been the case for Hera as well had it not been for fr. 168 in a lost play of Aeschylus where Hera is present transformed11.”

- Hera transformed on stage