#she's not dead

[captain-ultimat-doggo]

Katie was having a panic attack in the walls of a foreign space ship. She was screwed.

She had been looking for a new vessel, yes. Her mentors, the older humans who had taken her in to show her what it was really like living the roaming lifestyle of a Ship rat, or Gremlin, or Brownie, or whatever nickname was popping up now, had been amazing. but now that she knew the ropes- or cables, she supposed, to managing alien ships and crews, she had been dropped off in a galactic station to find her own place. It had been going great! she got supplies, did some odd jobs for the local human village under the pet shop, and had been scoping out the ships coming and going from port. She was solo, right now, though she had hoped to befriend a few other's in the pubs of the village and put together her own crew. Still, it wouldn't be many, so she was looking for a small ship.

Then the sirens went off, beeping the signal for "EVACUATE" with soul-shattering volume. Chaos erupted immediately. That siren only ever went off if there was a catastrophic meltdown being threatened, or something of equally devastating affect.

Now, most of the humans who lived in the village full time had evac strategies. Most families were friends with shopkeeps and had deals to hitch a ride in case of evacuation. Those who were passing through had ships to return to or ships already scouted to hop onto. So the evacuation was chaotic, but everyone was going to their main destinations. Except Katie.

Katie had leapt into action, doing her best to help the evacuation. that was the life of a brownie, be helpful to a fault. She ran against the crowd to the village and began helping carry luggage for the elderly, ensure families stayed together, and did her best to keep an eye out for anything incoming. The ground shook as massive aliens pounded overhead, running and not watching their steps at all. if any humans ventured out of the walls or the space between the flooring and the hull they would be dead in seconds. Boarding the ships was going to be a nightmare. But Katie didn't worry about that until she was escorting the last group to their ship. This required dashing up from the floor to the ships landing gear, which would be climbed access panels would be used to enter the ship. Katie was standing guard, watching for the vessel's captain- the leader of this group had sent her arm monitor the description and she had been flicking through the list of crewmembers. There were only two crewmates not confirmed to be onboard, one of them being the Captain.

She was pulled from her thoughts as someone shouted behind her. Katie whirled around and saw that the last person was climbing up and beckoning her. She started to dash forwards when the world lurched. Katie screamed as she was flung through the air.

Something had hit the space station. Something had HIT the space station! Aliens had fallen to the ground with the feeling of the impact, untethered containers slid across the floor, and Katie was flying through the air. She would be smashed to the ground in seconds, and then probably trampled or squashed. That is, if she hit the ground.

Twisting sharply in the air, Katie pointed her arm at something that was hovering off the ground, and completely stable. She fired a grapple and it latched on. She nearly threw up as her trajectory quickly changed for the second time in less than a minute and she was yanked towards the hovering object. She slammed into it ungracefully and hung there for a moment, completely winded.

When she got her bearings she realized what the object she was attached to was. It was a hoverchair of sorts, and she managed to climb down onto the anti-grav platform that was under the main seat. she see legs hanging down, but wasn't sure what species they belonged to yet. The chair was moving towards a ship, at least. Katie crouched and waited. Good brownies aren't seen until they want to be.

Once onboard the new spacecraft, Katie waited for the hoverchair to go close enough to the floor for her to jump or repel down. sadly, her chauffer was a fidgety fellow, and didn't seem fond of parking in place for long. She was able to launch the drone from it's port on her shoulder to get a better view of him, however. Human drones were about the size of Earth birds. which meant that they were usually less noticeable than flies, and pretty safe ways to survey the world. Turns out the owner of the chair was a Vax'allif with a couple deformities. He was missing his third leg; and both of his wings seemed mangled, Thus the awesome hoverchair. He quickly joined the ranks of a bunch of others, a Avatroxi, a Triglocerin, a Fremba, Katie had never seen such a diverse crew before. there didn't seem to be more than two or three of the same species aboard, which she frankly didn't realize could happen.

Eventually she got the opportunity to repel down and drop into a drainage grate into the subflooring, and from there into the walls of the ship. She maneuvered expertly through the wiring and got to know the layout, noting the water systems and places she would be able to tap for fresh water or attach a waste disposal unit. Basic housekeeping.

when she found a bunch of damaged wiring her heart sank. The ship was infested by VoidWasps. the damn things were twice her size and would feed off any energy source they could access. they also had pincers that could bite a newfoundland in half and their colonies took either alien exterminators or an experienced team of Brownies to take down. She'd helped with a Voidwasp extermination before, of course, but right now she was Alone. Probably. there was no sign of humans anywhere on this ship so far, but the more she explored the more she realized how truly massive this ship was. It seemed to be a deep space research vessel, which meant that if it had fully fueled up then it might not stop at another station for half a cycle at least. These things were meant for deep space exploration, and housed their own communities. Usually including at least one human village. Katie pushed that thought aside.

Hours passed and eventually Katie mapped out a few nest locations, a way into the kitchen stores, and places to get personal supplies. she also had repaired a ton of wiring and sprayed everything she touched liberally with Human-Grade Insect repellent. The repellent was built into human adhesives as well, and pretty much anything that had to do with wiring or engineering had a few bug-proofing precautions. She had also come face to face with about four wasps, which she had managed to shoot so full of plasma that they fried inside their carapaces. She really did not like bugs. Voidwasps especially. the damn things were invasive!

She had also finally pinged the ship, scanning human stations for any signal. She scanned again. and again. There was nothing. She was the only human aboard. Katie had been going through well rehearsed motions until now, but this was a problem. To tackle a vessel this size you would usually want like. thirty humans at minimum. and she was alone. A research vessel like this usually attracted thrill-seekers. Humans loved to adventure through space, research vessels were basically gremlin bait. This ship wasn't new, she could tell by the wiring. some of these parts had years of rust built up, and from the damage she was seeing the voidwasp infestation was massive, the colony probably numbering in the thousands. That stuff doesn't happen overnight. This ship was perfect Gremlin bait, yet no human had stepped aboard. That meant she was probably missing something. Usually she would've staked out the ship for a while before getting on. maybe there was some kind of red flag about it that would stop any humans from boarding? Maybe the wasps were worse than she thought and no human would go near such a large nest, even with numbers on their side?

Katie was having a panic attack in a foreign ship. She almost didn't hear the buzzing clicks behind her as a wasp closed in.

[theweepingegg]

So yesterday was Mother's Day.

Happy Mother's Day to everyone who is a mother to someone.

[vertigoartgore]

2001's Amazing Spider-Man Vol.2 #29 cover (LGY : #470) by cover artist Lee Weeks and inker Scott Hanna.

[sailorsenshishitposter]

How are we all feeling tonight?

[mycolorscheme]

rest in peace cat alvarez you would've loved chappel roan

[wallyclarksnewmom]

I low key don’t like Maddie she ignored Wally at the dance if I was her I won’t ignore him I would spend every second with him 😭😭😭

Okay I know this ask is literally not that deep but I'm actually about to go on a whole thing about maturity in this show cause my brain is buzzing. So in answer to your ask:

I kinda get where you're coming from on this but I think in all fairness. She had a lot on her mind at the dance too, so I can understand it.

Now for my insane persons tangent:

Something about this show that's so interesting is that in a lot of really fundamental ways, the ghosts are exactly as they appear to be: eternally teenagers - the ways they interact with one another and the world around them, to me, seems very characteristic of that, and I think the presence of Mr. Martin as an authority figure further enforces that.

At the same time however, they've all been teenagers for DECADES, and the things they learn in that time don't just reset, which means that although they continue to behave like teenagers, they have 'life' experience and years of wisdom and experience, specifically in their situation, that Maddie as a new ghost doesn't have. In some senses they're 'the same age' but I think there are also ways in which the ghosts are distinctly more mature than Maddie is.

And I think Wally is aware of that fact, as well. He tells her at the dance that she isn't ready to be dead yet, and I'm obsessed with that line for ten million reasons but one of them is that it's this sort of glimmer of ghost wisdom that Wally has gained - he knows what it's like to be newly dead, and to learn and accept things about yourself after death, because he's had 40 odd years to learn it, and he also knows that Maddie hasn't. I think that, in addition to the context of, y'know, being murdered, is a big part of why Wally is able to forgive her - he knows that he'll need to meet her where she's at (another thing he all but says later on, when he tells Rhonda he's willing to wait for her to sort shit out - I think in episode 7?)

[undeadorion-archive]

Specifically physical health, mental health is a whole other kettle of fish.

For example, I had chronic ear infections from the time I was born until I had my tonsils out at 5. The entire time growing up, my mom told me I had scar tissue around the bones in my ears from it and I'd need surgery once I was an adult. A surgery that had a chance of making me go deaf. I had that hanging over my head for ages until I finally had the courage to ask a doctor about it. He said my records didn't show anything about that, but he referred me to a specialist. He checked me out and said there wasn't even a speck of scar tissue, but I likely had a mild audio processing disorder instead. No one knew where the hell she got the idea about the scar tissue.

Another example. Since we were teenagers, my younger sister had a rather aggressive tick. Like she'd sometimes pull a muscle doing it, but she'd never actually feel it happen. One day, when we were in our 20s, my mom insisted that my sister was destined for early onset dementia and an early death as early as her 30s or 40s. She insisted that she'd sent my sister's brain scans to a the Mayo Clinic (because she thinks I'd think you can just do that) and the reason for her ticks was the blood vessels in her brain were too small and eventually it wouldn't be able to get enough oxygen. Well, my sister's going to be 40 next year. It turns out her ticks were actually Tourettes and there's nothing wrong with the blood flow in her brain.

Then again, my mom also told us she was a nurse until I saw her resume and she was just a desk secretary and she never went to any sort of medical school. Even after that, she was always coming home with tales of her heroic actions saving lives like by sitting on a patient's gurney and giving them chest compressions until a doctor could get there. Meanwhile she had so many health issues she couldn't carry a laundry basket up the stairs. Never mind the legality of giving treatment to a patient without a medical license.

[jonathanbyersphd]

RIP El Hopper-Byers you would've loved being a Tumblrina

[sisterpaw125]

V's not dead

People, come on! This isn't the Attack On Titan franchise!

If a character isn't shown to die in front of our eyes or shown their oil spill they ain't dead.

And even if we see them die, they'll more likely make a come back the higher plot relevence they have (aka V)

[vodika-vibes]

Arachne is not getting the nickel version so now she has to sit and listen to these terrifying villains explain Everything Wrong

Vod’ika I’m trying to keep track of all my questions here you know . . . 😅

Victor Von Doom has someone to monologue too, and he's going to take advantage of it. It helps, I suppose, that Arachne is a spider rather than a member of the Fantastic Four.

And also, hehehe~ There's some angst at the bottom, just fyi.

Meanwhile, on Coruscant- "Let go of me!" Dogma spits out, struggling against his brothers, trying to get to the glass and metal coffin that his Arachne is sleeping in, "Let-" Fives throws his weight over Dogma, joining Echo and Jesse in restraining him, "Come on, vod." Fives tries, "Kix is checking on her now. See?" There's a laugh from the opposite side of the room and the look up at the man standing there, "There's no need to worry. She's just having the sweetest dream. She might not ever want to wake up." There's a look on contempt on his face, "And you were foolish enough to come here without a jedi. So you'll be joining her soon enough." At the same time, in Manhattan- Doctor Doom's voice is like a drill, boring into her brain as he drones on and on and one- Stars, and you thought that Rhino was bad about monologuing. "Okay!" Arachne finally interrupts when he pauses to take a breath, "So, basically, my options to end this simulation or whatever are to die or to break it." "Exactly so." "Great! So, how far do I have to go to break the simulation from the inside?" "As far as you can," Doc Ock says, "Though, it really would be easier to let us kill you." "Yeahhh...I'm not doing that." She opens her mouth to say something else when the building above rattles with an explosion. Fisk, largely ignored until this point, turns to the room at large, "The Avengers are here." Arachne watches as the men around her done their battle gear, and then she yelps as the Green Goblin grabs her around the wrist, "Time for you to go." She's barely able to pull her mask on before she's being flung away from the battle between the Avengers and a lot of the super villains. "Oh boy." She breathes out as she turns and flings herself towards the Brooklyn Bridge, "Good thing this isn't real or the damages would be astronomical-" Arachne is halfway across the bridge when an arrow cuts through her web, causing her to fall to the ground. She lands, hard, on the ground, and immediately rolls over to her feet. "Working with Fisk now, are you Arachne?" Captain America asks as he stalks towards her with several other Avengers on his feels. "Well," She replies as she lowers herself to the ground, her gaze darting in every direction to look for an escape, "Needs must and all. You know how it is." His eyes are cold, and Arachne's heart sinks. She's never, ever, wanted to fight Captain America. "Surrender Arachne." "Oh, you have no idea how much I wish I could." She replies. "...so be it." Arachne's mind races, she needs to remove Iron Man from the field first and then focus on Captain America. Or else this is going to be a very short fight. Arachne is a very talented fighter. She's been heroing since she was 13 years old...however, the Avengers have both number and experience on her. Even so, the fight lasts longer than any of them expect. And then Hawkeye gets a lucky shot, and she goes down. Her head thumps aganint the concrete and she probably could get up, she probably could keep fighting. Her gaze drifts to Captain America, looming over her, and then drift back to the blue skies of Earth. She really, really hopes Victor was right about this. Captain America lifts his shield, holding onto the edges. Arachne keeps her gaze locked on the sky, "I was glad to see them. One more time." She whispers. He brings the shield down. She closes her eyes. Captain America's shield is embedded in the concrete of the Brooklyn Bridge, blood splattered across the white ring of his shield.

[lee-hakhyun]

im sorry for thinking jjk fans were overreacting im about to be just like them

[marigoidz]

KAAATE

[theskyequakess]

Can someone write (me) a Secret Invasion fix-it fic where Maria Hill doesn’t die and appears in every episode/chapter, and probably saves de day... MY MENTAL HEALTH IS AT STAKE, please 🙏🏻

[kindercelery]

She fell off the trapeze swing

[magicaldreamfox1]

CALL ME DELUSIONAL BUT MARY IS NOT DEAD NOT TO ME

[liveandbreathemusicals]

Gay people will be like “this is my comfort show!” And then show you the most emotionally devastating, stress-inducing, tragic piece of media you have ever witnessed