#the world is a strange place

[rainypebble07]

Me when I go to my 'for you' tab on tumblr and am immediately greeted with a very NSFW Eddie Munson x Reader post:

[wandercr]

sometimes, the training rings in the citadel remind her of vault 101. what difference was there, really, in nursing a bloodied lip from a fellow recruit, rather than butch deloria?

most of the time, she manages to hold her own. she suspects that some of her peers go easy on her. since coming out of the purifier alive, she doesn't exactly look ... healthy. her already pale skin takes on a grayish, almost ghastly pallor; the blue of her veins are visible at her temples and undereyes, but she refuses to spend anymore time in the medical bay. ( and given her recent temper, she imagines them thankful for that small grace. )

none of it stops some of the other recruits from testing just how far their vault dweller can be pushed.

she might be faster, but her opponent is larger, and probably hasn't spent anytime lately in a radiation bath.

he doesn't bother with pretense, no dancing around the ring or giving her a chance to use her agility to her advantage. he comes straight for her, too quick to dodge or weasel away from.

before she can process anything, eliana hits the ground hard enough to knock the wind from her lungs; a hard kick lands against her ribs. fucking asshole --

she wheezes, scrabbling at the ground with dirty, chipped fingernails, as a boot plants against her mid-back. a flurry of curses fight for what little air remains in her chest, and ultimately comes out as nothing at all.

part of her wants to squirm out of his hold and rip his throat out; the other prays for a paladin to walk by and care enough about their newfound hero to keep her in one piece. / @colonelmade

[groundbreakingdot872]

Oh I would need to dig up great grandma's recipe book for the exact ingredients! My memory is so fuzzy sometimes. Why don't you go to sleep now and I can tell you in a few hours, after you've woken up (: (:

I hope you have a wonderful restful sleep, so long and restful it feels like it lasts forever (:

Oh yes, I think I will do that! I’m feelinf so sleepy all of a sudden… it must be all that love and care you put into those cookies of course <3

I think I’ll take a long, long, long, long, long, lonf….. nap because of all the piano dodging, explosion avoiding i had to do today ;))

you won’t murder me in my sleep or anything, right? i trust you completely.

[0it-is-me0]

I don't want to go into much detail, but sometimes after something upseting happens, I tend to seek communities online, that I know are harmful to me. And I know that they don't respect me as a person. But they also don't like a community that just hurt me. And at that moment we have that same rage.

And then some time passes and I leave the group again. Because I know they cause harm. But for a moment I understood and that scares me.

[barely-getting-bi]

heyyy does anyone wanna be parted from me but never parted, never and always touching and touched???

[vaguely-concerned]

in shambles over lucanis' big ol' 🥺eyes while asking rook if they can come with him to plan caterina's funeral and the barest pretense that it's because spite might pull something. spite, who we have no reason to infer from how that goes down says or does anything during that whole thing. I do so love the consistency of the background hum of 'hm. you know lucanis perhaps the real problem here isn't so much the demon thing but a lot more about the life experience you've had up until now that makes you think wanting a friend to come along to help you bury a loved one is something you're not allowed (nor frankly know how) to ask for'

*agonized rook voice* LUCANIS lucanis you must understand I would go with you into hell itself. I will live in your heart, die in your lap and be buried in your eyes. and moreover I will come with you to your grandma's funeral arrangements fuck sorry about your life 😬

[actually-phoenix]

Every ship needs an imagine about their tongues changing color with candy or slushes for the culture it never gets old

[transmasc-rose]

I'm thinking about the horror of the Doctor from the perspective of non-companions again, especially as it relates to people those companions know.

Rose? "Ran away" (not wrong) for "a year" (a week) with a "man" (alien) "twice her age" (approximately 50 times her age but yeah, he is Time Lord middle aged), and then gives absolutely no explanation for how or why that happened, except that she was "travelling".

Then when her mum does get an explanation (which, frankly, is only comforting because of the unfamiliarity of the alternative given. The devil you know.), Rose barely checks back in.

She almost dies for him. When she thinks he's dead, she's changed in a way her family doesn't know how to handle. Then she's gone for who knows how long and comes back with the Doctor wearing a new face.

When her original tenure as a companion ends, and Rose lives in Pete's World, she works for Torchwood/UNIT (they become the same organization). She volunteers for the Dimension Cannon. She explains to the alternate earth how to rig up a time machine.

She's changed in ways that no one else can really understand.

Amy? There's everything with River Song of course (though I'm still not there in my viewing), him running away with Amy the night before her and Rory's wedding, and also the connection between the Doctor and the Time Crack being the reason all of Amy's family's dead. Obvious stuff.

However he's also the strange man who broke into this child's house and made a mess of her life that she never got over, that promised to take her away from here, that she wrote about and drew and carved and made her friends dress up as.

And they sent her to psychiatrist after psychiatrist without any help. In their perspective, to work through what she imagined. In her perspective, to tell her that her reality wasn't real.

And then he comes back.

And to some extent, later, when he shows himself to everyone, isn't that more frightening? That the story your child told you, of the strange man she met as a child, of time travel, of nearly being stolen away, hadn't been a lie, or a misinterpretation, or an imagining?

And so he shows up at her wedding. And steals her away again.

Donna I feel like has the least horror until her final episode. I think exploring the in between section of her meeting the Doctor and finding him again would be interesting, but not exactly horror. More an exploration of how obsessive the companions can get about him, how it eats their whole lives with even one encounter, even as it makes them better people.

And then, obviously, the horror of having your mind altered and erased against your will by someone you trusted. For your own good, of course. Because he knows best. How could you know better than him? He's ancient. He's practically all knowing.

Shouldn't you be grateful?

(And he's forgiven.)

[ex0rin]

Jack Quaid as Boimler | Strange New Worlds: Those Old Scientists

[j0celynh0rr0r]

This place doesn’t feel right anymore ..

[stromuprisahat]

I take it you don't think of dany as an colonizer or imperialist either

colonialism 1. the policy or practice of acquiring full or partial political control over another country, occupying it with settlers, and exploiting it economically.

While Daenerys took over cities in Slaver's Bay, she's hardly "another country". She didn't bring settlers to replace the original population, and she quite literally states she wants to plant trees and build peaceful society, which hardly counts as economical exploitation.

imperialism 1. a policy of extending a country's power and influence through colonization, use of military force, or other means.

Again, Dany's not a country, and while she takes over said cities, there's no colonization happening. She only brought her small khalasar, most of the people following her are sort of locals, only from non-ruling classes.

This is what she does. Ironically mostly with already present military forces (The Unsullied):

conquer 1. overcome and take control of (a place or people) by military force.

overthrow 1. remove forcibly from power.

[corishadowfang]

            One of the Foretellers had come for Mary’s daughter, today.

            It wasn’t often that they did; most children were sent off to Daybreak Town on the promise of sending money back to their family, or of getting a better future, or because the village had no magic users to protect them and they needed someone.  There were no big ceremonies or flashy goodbyes; there were small farewell parties, sometimes, or tiny little familial blessings, asking that Light may guide them safely and Darkness hide them from all that would do harm.  But a Foreteller had come, for Elaine, for Mary’s little girl, and the town had scrambled to put something together.

            It was—an honor, really.  Mary knew this.  It was why she’d set the table with the finest dinnerware they owned—an old set, heirlooms, from a time when there had been less strife—and asked her mother to help her prepare a large dinner, and had wrung her hands as she’d tried to stay polite and proud and keep her wringing hands underneath the table.

            Master Ava had been a polite and accommodating guest.  Mary had thought, at first, that she’d seemed almost awkward at the attention—but that seemed an absurd thought, when Master Ava was a Foreteller.  Everyone had heard the stories—of the heroes who had risen from a town on the edge of daybreak, wielding weapons borne of themselves and slaying the monsters that had so long seemed impossible to defeat.  She was more than human; how could Mary expect her to feel something so normal as uncertainty?             (She’s young, some part of her whispered—some part of her that could not quite stay quiet—and she did her best to hush the thought.  It was dangerous; she could not afford to think it.)

            “I’ve heard that you’re interested in magic,” Master Ava said, turning her focus mostly to Elaine.

            Mary’s skin prickled, and across the table, her mother shifted, like she wished to interject but thought better of it.

            Elaine either didn’t notice or didn’t care; she beamed, eyes brightening as she said, “Yeah!  I’ve been studying.  Mister Gavin says he thinks I might replace him one day.”

            Mary squeezed her eyes shut.  They are not taking our only mage, she thought, and it was close enough to the truth that she didn’t have to think about the consequences.  Gavin was old, but alive; they would not be left defenseless if Elaine became a wielder.  If anything, this was a better opportunity for her; she would go and train with some of the best mages in the world, and then she could bring back her knowledge here, to fend against the shades that encroached on their borders.

            (Elaine was still losing her baby teeth; Mary could hear the lisp.  She tried not to think about that, too.)

            “That’s good; I’m glad to hear it.”

            “Keyblade wielders are good at magic, right?”

            Mary could not see Master Ava’s face, and it chafed.  “Some of us are.”

            That was a lie; all of them were, compared to the average person.  Most mages trained for years, and even then, they might only be average at best; a newly-fledged wielder could use magic on par with the best almost instantly.  ‘Some’ was only relevant in comparison to other wielders.

            “So if I go with you, I could get better?”

            “Yes.  Good enough to keep your whole village safe.”

            (“You heard about Marty’s kid, didn’t you?”

            Mary hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but she’d stalled, hesitating just out of sight as she’d come to collect Elaine from Gavin’s shop.

            Gavin’s expression had hardened, and he hadn’t said anything.

            “Went off to Daybreak Town—that’s what he said.  Got letters for a while, and then things slowly just…stopped.  They haven’t heard from him since.”

            “I think,” Gavin had said, glancing back toward the shop—toward Elaine, who was still studying inside, “that you’d best stop spreading rumors.  All you’re going to do is scare people.”)

            It was a given, that Elaine would go; Mary couldn’t reasonably deny a Foreteller (even if Elaine was a child, even if they needed as many mages as they could get, even if things were dangerous), and Elaine was too excited to even consider turning down the invitation.  But still, a pit opened in Mary’s stomach as she knelt in front of her daughter, tangling a stained glass pendant around her neck.  It was one they’d made together, and Mary was only willing to part with it because she hoped it would grant her daughter some sort of protection.  “May Light’s blessings fall on you,��� she said, because if she said anything less formal, she might sweep her daughter back into her room and refuse to let her go—even at the demands of a Foreteller.  “May Darkness guard you from the eyes of all who would seek to do you harm.”

            And may the Great Heart welcome you, should you find yourself in need of rest.

            She couldn’t bring herself to say the last part.

            Elaine’s nose scrunched, like she thought it was funny that her mother was saying such things, but Master Ava’s hand landed on Elaine’s shoulder and tightened, and Mary, strangely, got the impression that she understood.  “I’ll take care of her,” she promised.

            Mary didn’t know if it was true.  She didn’t think it mattered.  In the end, she still had to watch her daughter walk down the road, bouncing excitedly as she chattered to a stranger in elaborate robes.

            “It’ll be alright,” her own mother said, even if she didn’t entirely sound like she believed it.  “The Foretellers are blessed; they’ll protect them.”

            (They did not hear from Elaine again.)

[seraph5]

"I'm so nervous about how much emotion Spock is showing because that means that something is going to have to close him up tighter than a clam at the end of this series so Kirk can spend the next 10 years shucking him like an emotional oyster" - my review of episode 1 season 2 of Strange New Worlds

[myenterpriseisparked]

There's something kinda poetic about Number One, a character that was a high ranking woman on a 60s tv show who was removed from the story because the network said "no" to a female first officer, getting the storyline she is today. The trial is an allegory for a lot of things, but seeing Number One go through what she has in canon and regain her rightful place on the bridge has a poetic resonance to it, considering the real life bts things happening over the last 60 years. Ad Astra per Aspera indeed, Ma'am.

[halfstayed]

富察·容音 Fuca Rongyin from 延禧攻略 The Story of Yanxi Palace (2018)

TV APPRECIATION WEEK 2024 — free choice: favourite chinese period drama character

[somethingsomethingeyyymacarena]

"Is this character annoying or do you hate trauma survivors?" A book by me