#the planet

[etherealperrie]

The Chart (pt. 2)

"...she is not a mirror in which you reflect, she is of material substance..."

Shane Mccutcheon x OC (Original Character) | The L Word

Word Count: 2.3k

Contains: Queer OC | Reader is a PhD Student in LA | playboy era Shane Mccutcheon | "Solid" by MUNA inspired | Mentions of secondary L Word characters |

Warnings: explicit language, references to drinking/alcohol, and explicit sexual activity

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There’s nothing worse than a hangover. Jules has handled dozens in her time, but all when she was much younger, more agile to bounce back. Nothing could’ve stopped her the morning after a night out in college – hell, she’d taken one of the most important finals of her life hungover and damn near aced it. But now, not even Tylenol is touching the pounding in her skull. 

Sighing, she drops her head into the cradle of her hands, running her fingers through her hair. Her ‘free for the weekend’ motto hadn’t considered that her more productive self made an appointment in the library archives at seven the next morning. She mumbles some half-hearted words of encouragement to herself before shifting in her seat and taking a deep breath. On the exhale she swipes the hair from her neck up into a mangled mess away from her eyes. There’s no one else here – everyone else is home properly recovering, or, maybe waking up with that stranger from the night before in their bed. 

Jules would much prefer that to this. On the circumstance that it might be Shane. She can’t quite shake the vision of her from her mind, having tossed and turned over her all night. Not to say Jules regrets leaving her at the bar, but she can’t stop imagining what it would have been like to stay. The heat of Shane’s fingerprints are burned into the skin around her hip, the taste of Marlboro reds somehow still on her lips. 

“Juliana?” A voice interrupts her daydreams. “Did you want me to get the next box down for you?”

An older woman from the archives stands in front of Jules, her hands perched on the desk for support. Jules shakes her head, clearing her throat. Right, the research. The whole reason she’s here in the first place. The project that quite literally drove her to drinking over the weekend. 

“Please.” 

The woman nods and turns on her heel back down to the front of the room, her skirt swishing with each step. Jules looks back to the papers sprawled across her desk. There are a few photos scattered about, one catching her attention. Picking it up carefully – by the edges as she was instructed prior to entering the archives – she squints to make out the image. 

There’s a blonde woman standing in front of what looks to be a whiteboard full of markings she can’t quite make out. The woman is smiling, obnoxiously big, her pixie cut sticking up in various directions. Jules chuckles, flipping the photo over, a caption scrawled in blue ink on the back. 

Alice Piezecki showcasing ‘The Chart’. Color. 2004.

She can’t stop herself from wondering about the context of the photo. More importantly, how did something this recent make it into the archives so quickly? It’s less than five years old. And into the box she specifically requested, labeled, “A Queer History of Los Angeles County”?. Though, most importantly, how did she not recognize this woman or whatever this chart was? Jules taps her fingers against the desk. It’s maybe not surprising, though, one could study queer history all their lives and never fully experience all its aspects. And Jules’ life has, quite literally, been here – in the California University School of Arts library – since she started her program four years ago. 

Jules flips the photo back over. She stares at the glossy paper, the unintelligible writing on the whiteboard coming to life. It’s a list of names. Well, not a list but a chart, all of the names connected to one another by lines of varying color. Some of the names are emphasized, bolded or circled, somehow noting their significance over others. Most of the names are unfamiliar to her, but Jules jots them all down in her notebook, underlining where appropriate. All of these women, tied together somehow. 

She continues down the line, her handwriting devolving to scrawl, the list impossibly long. Francesca, Marina, Max, Jenny…

Shane. 

Jules stops, her eyes lifting from the paper. A name she recognizes. A name both bolded, underlined, and circled. Her heart pounds in her chest although she’s sitting firmly in her chair. For a second she swears the library has transformed into the club, Shane’s dark eyes staring directly at her. The Chart. The women outside the bathroom. 

“Tell Shane to fuck you in the men’s room next time.” 

Jules laughs to herself. She was so drunk she thought those women were genuinely upset about her and Shane preventing their access to the bathroom. She turns her attention back to the chart, shaking her head with disbelief as she follows the myriad of lines connecting Shane’s name to what appeared to be hundreds of others. She may as well add her own now. She jots it down in her notebook. 

Jules. 

Part of her is angry, her face red with embarrassment. The other part of her can’t believe the discovery she’s just made. Something like this – the chart – would be integral to her dissertation. Before she’s able to make up her mind on her true feelings, the woman from the archives is calling her name from across the room, lifting the next box. Jules listens to the swooshing of her skirt as she approaches, breathing through her cacophony of emotions. 

“Here you go, dear,” she says, setting the box down onto the desk with a thud. “Can I do anything else for ya?” 

Jules smiles, lifting the photo up. “Yeah, could I get a copy of this?” 

…

Sunday morning. Sun streams in through the window, bathing the bedroom in a wash of yellow light. Cars honk on the street outside as dozens of locals make their morning commutes. Shane wakes to the light, crossing an arm over her eyes as she yawns. It’s bright. Too bright. She flips over onto back, knocking into something – no, someone – in her bed as she adjusts to her surroundings. 

The room is familiar, her own. 

“Fuck,” she groans. She made a rule a few months ago to go anywhere but back to her own place. It made things easier, much less messy – figuratively and literally. Shane wouldn’t have to worry about women getting attached and she could disappear without consequence. She’s always been good at that. 

“Well good morning,” the woman mumbles, turning to face Shane. She’s pretty, they always are. Her eyes are brown, doe-like, her chin-length red hair splayed out on the pillows, her bangs hanging just above her long, fluttering lashes. 

Shane smiles briefly before pushing herself up and out of the bed. She can’t linger here with this woman even if she might want to. Anyway, she couldn’t really remember where they met – The Planet? No, that was Thursday night. The club, maybe? A memory washes over her, being left in the bathroom stall by that nameless blonde. She needed to get off, to soothe her bruised ego? Maybe, but Shane wouldn’t admit that to anyone out loud. Rejection is uncomfortable, it doesn’t happen to her often. 

“Yeah, good morning,” Shane replies, crossing the room to slip on a t-shirt. She checks herself in the mirror, ruffling her hair until it settles in a way she likes. She turns back to the woman, whose name she couldn’t remember, who’s now sitting up in her bed, the covers slipping down her nude chest. God, Shane could easily give it all up and dive right back into those sheets. She bites the inside of her lip, holding herself to where she stands near the window. “I, uh, forgot I have a couple of clients to get to today.” It’s a lie. She plans on keeping the shop closed today, one of the perks to owning her own salon. In all honesty Shane doesn’t have any plans. 

“Oh.” The woman sighs, nodding. She’s clearly disappointed. Shane looks away when she rolls out from under the covers, fully nude, quickly dressing in her outfit from last night. When she sees the ‘Kit Porter’ branded t-shirt, it all comes flooding back. The alluring eyes that met her as she left the bathroom, the beckoning finger she gave this woman, and the way she could barely make out the road on the drive home, what with this woman all over her. Shane was shameless, she’d have fucked this woman right in the middle of the club, but she’d already been turned down once. Which is how they ended up here, in Shane’s room. 

“Do you need a ride?” Shane asks, raising an eyebrow. 

The woman shakes her head. “No, I’m good. I just, uh, here –” she bends over to pick her bag up off the floor, pulling out a pen. She pulls the cap off and closes the space between her and Shane in a few small steps. Shane chuckles, shaking her head, women never cease to amaze her. She loves them, loves this game of push and pull. I want you, but I’m going to hope you chase me. But Shane doesn’t chase, she doesn’t need to. 

She doesn’t object when the woman takes her hand and flips it over, writing a string of numbers on her palm. The woman smirks, rolling Shane’s hand into a fist and kissing it when she’s finished. “Call me, okay?” 

“Okay,” Shane replies, swerving when the woman comes in for a kiss. The woman laughs and pulls away. Shane watches as she saunters out of the room and out the front door. 

She wonders where she’ll go and if they’ll ever see each other again. Los Angeles, despite its size, is somehow incredibly small. She’d see her again, Shane knows it, and she hopes the woman won’t be upset when they run into one another months from now, when she realizes that Shane never called. 

It’s not her fault, it’s just the way Shane’s wired. 

She yawns, shrugging her shoulders, and swipes her phone from the dresser dialing a familiar number. 

“I can’t believe it!” Alice laughs, tossing her head back. 

Tina slides into the booth, her hands wrapped around a tall cappuccino. She raises an eyebrow, looking between Alice and Shane. 

“Believe what?” she asks. 

Helena leans in, reaching for an almond croissant sitting on the plate in the center of the table. The Planet is where the girls ‘break bread’, debriefing their nights and latest escapades. Though, sometimes, Shane would prefer to keep things a bit closer to her chest, especially the way they’ve blown up the incident of the night prior back at the club. 

“Shane was left high and dry at SheBar last night,” Helena says between bites.

Tina laughs. “Losing your power, Shane?” 

Shane shakes her head. “We were interrupted, she got spooked, no big deal.” She shrugs and sits back against the booth, sinking down into the leather seat. 

“Just admit it, Shane,” Alice pokes. “This girl had a moment of clarity and didn’t want to fuck you!” 

“What does it matter?” Bette interjects, lifting her arm from around Tina’s shoulders to interrupt. “It’s not like she went home alone.” A smile creeps onto Bette’s lips, feeling smug as she picks at the crumbs of a muffin. 

Shane shoots her a look. She was certain no one saw her leave with her redhead accomplice. Shane should’ve known nothing gets past Bette. She’s always been hyper observant. 

Alice scoffs, rolling her eyes in disbelief. “I’d say I’m surprised, but I should learn to expect nothing less from you, Shane.” 

Max looks up from his computer for the first time since they all gathered at the table. “Fuck, Shane, I just finished updating the site.” 

This elicits a confused look from the entire group, the taunts towards Shane finally ceasing. 

“The site?” Shane asks, thankful for the attention off of her for a few seconds. 

Alice and Max share a look. 

“I’m having Max put the chart online, you know, make it more…interactive.” 

“The chart?” Tina repeats. “The chart from your apartment?” 

“Our Chart,” Max clarifies. He flips his laptop around to showcase the website to the table. There’s a spindling web of lines connecting various names together. Everyone at the table recognizes their own names, following their own little universes of connection. Max taps on his own name to demonstrate, his cosmo filled with two lines, one to Jenny and another to a name Shane didn’t recognize. 

“Alice, this is ridiculous,” Bette says, directing Max back to the mainpage. “These are the intimate details of people’s sex lives.” 

“And they love it!” Alice defends. 

Shane leans back in her seat. It didn’t matter to her. She couldn’t really understand the obsession with the chart in the first place, when Alice first drafted it. She remembers being in her apartment the day Alice created it, snapping a photo of her. She remembers seeing her own name circled in red ink, her web taking up near half of the whiteboard. She didn’t care. Shane never makes it a point to keep track of her sexual conquests, she simply enjoys getting off when and where she can, with who she can. The human connection. The body of a woman – the way it feels, the way they taste, the warmth of skin against skin. 

“Listen, all I know is that we’ve got just over a thousand hits and the site has only been up for a couple of days.” 

“A thousand?” Helena echoes Max’s statement. He nods. 

“Well shit, Al,” Shane chuckles, taking a sip of her coffee. “To Our Chart.” She raises her glass and Alice smiles proudly, knocking their mugs together.

[mooglemedal]

"The Lifestream... It is the very essence of our star.." ♥ FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH SUMMER GAME FEST 2023 TRAILER (x)

[curio-queries]

QuickCombo: SGMB | I'LL BE THERE | THE PLANET

Y'all hear me out on this combo, okay? It's just so incredibly uplifting! We start out with SGMB. Just completely drowning in loveliness, telling the people around us just how much we adore them and want to be around them. Then we move on to I'll Be There where we're reminding them that we'll stick by them. No matter what happens, we're going to find the joy in being together. Then we finish it off with The Planet where we marvel at what can be accomplished when people come together.

I'm also amused that each of these songs have a little moment where there's counting up from one. This is just such a joyous little journey!

[ahsokazworld]

Absolutely loving the shit out of Ahsoka not entirely being Ahsoka the white. She has taken steps but she's not there yet.

She blames herself AND Sabine for willingly giving the map and going with Baylan.

She absolutely sees Sabines choice as Ahsokas failure as a Master while also blaming Sabine for not doing better.

And honestly Ahsoka is partly right, she wasn't a terribly good Master to Sabine. Becasue she wasnt dealing with her own shit and THAT she does know after last weeks episode but Sabine is also her own person that makes her own choices however wrong they might be. Ahsoka can't keep blaming herself for the choices other people make (and carrying that guilt with her). I mean I get that it's triggering for Ahsoka. Both your Master and your apprentice making choices that are 100% for themselves and their attachments, dooming the galaxy. Its kinda history repeating itself BUT you know, Sabine is not Anakin (so maybe galaxy not doomed this time) and Ahsoka is not responsible for other people's choices even though her inability to deal with her past influenced how she trained Sabine. Its still Sabines choice.

So Ahsoka is not there yet, I think meeting with Sabine is going to be important for both Ahsoka and Sabine to make that next step. For Sabine I think the next step will be fully embracing the Force. These witches said what they said for a reason.

[just-4-thought]

Waited in line for 2 hours in the pouring rain yesterday to vote for Harris

[ziavisuals]

🌏 SAVE THE PLANET 🌎

ITS THE ONLY PLACE WE ALL CALL HOME

[atxn8]

Congratulations!!!!!💜

[miniespace]

the planet - bios

⠀ ⠀꣸ㅤ⠀the⠀planet⠀⠀ッ⠀⠀ot7⠀⠀🪐

⠀⠀ ��☄️⠀⠀꒱⠀⠀γou ɑnd i got the poweɾ⠀⠀𖦆࣪

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀☆⠀⠀˛⠀⠀⠀𝗍𝘩𝖾⠀𝗉𝗅𝖺𝘯𝖾𝗍⠀⠀২⠀⠀별⠀

꣸ㅤ ✨ㅤ𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇⠀𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌.⠀𝗍𝗁𝖾⠀𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗍.⠀𝖻𝗍𝗌⠀⠀੭⠀

⠀⠀⠀꒰🪐꒱⠀⠀we'll save this 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘁⠀⠀𖹭⠀⠀২

⠀⠀

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[mythologyofblue]

“This is an interesting planet. It deserves all the attention you can give it.” ― Marilynne Robinson, Gilead

[mote-historie]

The Planet got Destroyed by Tom Toro.

"Yes, the planet got destroyed, but for a beautiful moment in time we created a lot of value for shareholders."

Description: A man and 3 children sit around a fire in a scorched wasteland.

[bts-trans]

[KOR/ENG LYRICS] The Planet (BTS X Bastions)

We’ll get it done

We’ll work as one

We’ll get it done nah nah

We’ll get it done

We’ll work as one

We’ll get it done nah nah

(Oh listen up)

We’ll get it done

We’ll work as one

(Come on everyone)

We’ll get it done nah nah

We’ll get it done

(We can do it yeah)

We’ll work as one

We’ll get it done

You and I got the power

너와 나의 작은 별 The small star between you and I

지금 아파하고 있어 is hurting right now

하늘은 자꾸 어두워져 The sky keeps getting darker

But you and I got the power

시곗바늘을 힘껏 Hold tightly the hands of the clock

잡아 너의 손에 꼭 in your hand

자 돌아가 보자고 Okay, let’s go back

Oh oh yeah

하늘까지 걸어가 Walk all the way to the sky

까만 구름 위로 점프 Jump over the black clouds

(Don’t make it stop)

우리 함께 해볼까 Should we try together?

‘Cause wherever you go, I’m goin’

And you know it

(Here we go)

잿빛 도시 멀리 Let’s travel far away

여행을 떠나자 from the grey city

널 비추는 달빛을 따라 Let’s follow the moonlight that shines on you

You’re one in a million

So let all your colors shine

(Colors shine)

밤하늘 깊이 춤을 추는 Just like the stars dancing deep in the night sky,

별들 따라 one two three let's go, one two three

함께 떠나 저기 아득한 우주 멀리 Let’s travel far into the universe

You’re one in a million

So let all your colors shine

(Dance right, dance dance right)

We’ll get it done

We’ll work as one

We’ll get it done nah nah

We’ll get it done

We’ll work as one

We’ll get it done

저 파란 energy Bring out that blue energy

이끌어내 더 높이 even higher

이 세곌 되돌릴 seven keys The seven keys that will restore the world

We singin’, we dancin’

You could feel the air (listen up)

뭐든 할 수 있어 (work it up) We can do anything (work it up)

이미 알고 있어 (all the love) We already know it (all the love)

Let’s rock the world

(if we want it we can have it)

We’ll save this planet

We love this planet

소중한 모든 걸 I want to protect

지키고 싶은 걸 all the precious things

꽃들 사이 날아가 Fly between the flowers

초록 들판 위에 누워 Lie between the green fields

(Don’t make it stop)

어떤 꿈을 꿔볼까 What dreams should I dream?

‘Cause wherever you go, I’m goin’

And you know it

(Here we go)

잿빛 도시 멀리 Let’s travel far away

여행을 떠나자 from the grey city

널 비추는 달빛을 따라 Let’s follow the moonlight that shines on you

You’re one in a million

So let all your colors shine

(Colors shine)

밤하늘 깊이 춤을 추는 Follow the stars that are dancing

별들 따라 one two three deeply into the night sky, one two three

함께 떠나 저기 아득한 우주 멀리 Let’s travel far into the universe

You’re one in a million

So let all your colors shine

(Dance right, dance dance right)

We’ll get it done

We’ll work as one

We’ll get it done nah nah

We’ll get it done

We’ll work as one

We’ll get it done nah nah

We’ll get it done

We’ll work as one

We’ll get it done nah nah

We’ll get it done

We’ll work as one

We’ll get it done

Trans cr; Annie | Spot Check cr; Aditi @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

[kanmom51]

BTS - The Planet

💚💚

[btsx50states]

Congratulations to BTS on their incredible wins at MAMA 2023 Awards! 🏆 Your talent and hard work shine brightly, and your victories are well-deserved. 🌟 💜

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Do you ever have those moments that are burned into your brain forever and that you think about constantly?

Yeah.

[jasper-and-the-forty-servants]

The Fixer, The Idea, The Planet, The Protector, The Seer

If you're familiar with my MTG excursions on my main blog (@jasper-the-menace) or spells on my primary occult blog (@jasper-pagan-witch), then you know that I am New Capenna trash. Hell, even my profile picture is the full artwork of Diviner of Fates, an online-only card from a New Capenna set.

New Capenna is based on 1920s art deco America, with streets run by five demonic crime families. The only demons there are the five family heads - Jetmir of the Cabaretti, Xander of the Maestros (whose family keeps consistently failing), Ziatora of the Riveteers, Falco Spara of the Brokers, and Raffine of the Obscura.

Considering I adore the set so much (demons in suits, come on, what's not to love?), I wanted to include the five heads in the Forty Servants deck.

The first I picked was Falco Spara, Pactweaver as the Protector. The Brokers (the family that Spara leads) are demonic lawyers. They handle things both mundane (such as property disputes) and stranger (soliciting magical pacts that you don't remember signing afterwards). Since the Brokers often serve as hired bodyguards, it makes sense to connect them to the Protector.

The second of this batch to get an archetype was Raffine, Scheming Seer as, well, the Seer. I feel like I could end this explanation here. But let's talk about her Obscura: wizards and illusionists, both legitimate and fraudulent psychics. They use their power to deceive and blackmail anyone - sometimes even each other.

Jetmir, Nexus of Revels is the Fixer. He's the head of the Cabaretti, an organization of party monsters descended from the bards and druids of Old Capenna. This organization also notably tried to turn a teenage girl into the angel-derived party drug/magic enhancer known as Halo. So...the Fixer, who will do literally anything to reach their goals, makes perfect sense as Jetmir himself. Also, there's literally a card called "Jetmir's Fixer". Pretty on-the-nose.

The Idea became Lord Xander, the Collector, who is an artist from a long-dead aristocratic house and proprietor of the Museum of Old Capenna. His Maestros are both artists and assassins - usually pulling double duty. He's also canonically dead and his organization keeps getting its shit rocked or ruined by extraplanar threats. Sucks to suck.

It was hard to find the right spot for Ziatora, the Incinerator. Eventually I went with the Planet, because Ziatora is a freaking dragon and is canonically the largest of the five family heads, emphasizing the awe, scale, and size of the Planet Servant. And her Riveteers are the reason that New Capenna is what it is now; the worker's union is able to build and break pretty much every part of New Capenna, which - as far as people left in the city know or care for - is the world.

These five are so connected that it didn't make sense for me to only select a handful, even if some were more of a stretch than others.