#were almost always hostile to me or mine or so different culturally i could barely connect

[genderfluid-dynamics]

on the one hand, yes all that, for common goods in particular i’d very much like to keep physical stores, but d) is wild to me for so many items

furniture, ok yeah, that’s true, but due to transportation costs it’s really not a big deal if they’re in worse locations like the typical outskirts / industrial area ikea, as long as you can still reach them with normal transit options

but i’m so used to everything i need being a “specialty” item that i can’t even imagine walking into a physical store and finding anything suitable to begin with. what’s it like to live in a world where they carry clothes that fit you at all, where the food is edible, where the electronics don’t have to be custom, where the medication is in stock, where the jewelry isn’t prohibitively priced, where the books are in the right language and of the kind you like to read, where the curiosities don’t violate basic ethics, where the bicycles can carry someone your size, where entering the store doesn’t give you sensory nightmares? i really wouldn’t know!

i don’t mean this as an invalidation of the other posters, i’m genuinely happy you find physical stores usable at all from time to time and i would also love to see a better housing market and walkable cities so we can have more niche businesses in close proximity, and i dread monopolies.

but the last year or two have really soured me on the benefits of large cities for me personally because almost all the time, physical stores literally do not carry goods i can use beyond basic household goods, and anything more than that i am completely dependent on specialized stores that can’t ever be viable as a physical location.

even living in one of the five largest cities of europe, i so rarely can find anything at all that i could use, never mind could afford or would actually want. i am deeply deeply grateful for the existence of online stores, robust delivery options and large businesses that can afford to carry niche products.

every time I hear someone say “we should just get rid of physical shops and have everything online” I get a bit angry because

a) physical shops are important for those who don’t have access to a computer/ internet/ ect

b) those “weird” and “niche” shops I love so much don’t have the same vibe online, they turn into just another website

c) I hate paying for shipping

[racefortheironthrone]

Thoughts on Powers of X #2

We’re working on a deadline here, so let’s get to it!

Once Again, We Return...to Octopusheim (X^0):

In this section, Charles and Moira go to Octopusheim to share what they’ve learned with Magneto in order to gain his support for their whole mutant unity masterplan. 

Thanks to the timeline infographic from last issue, we know exactly when this particular meeting at Octopusheim is happening - it’s Year 43, four years before the “Moira/Xavier/Magneto schism,” six years before the Genoshan genocide, and nine years before the present day. This timing is quite interesting, because it suggests a high degree of patience on their part. After all, it’s been twenty six years since Moira first introduced herself(herselves?) to Charles, which is a lot of time to not make moves. On the other hand, having a head start didn’t help in earlier lives, so there may be some other rationale. 

There’s a really interesting echoing of Giant-Sized X-Men #1, with Xavier explicitly in the role of recruiter once again (we’ll see other pitches of his throughout the rest of HoX/PoX). The difference is that rather than relying on his normal posture of benevolent, almost wizardly, superior knowledge, Charles is using an admission of mutual fault to put them on an even level, which is necessary to gain Magneto’s trust for the psychic link to Moira. 

Incidentally, when it comes to character voice, Hickman does an impressive job of nailing not just Magneto but the specific era of Magneto when Chris Claremont re-invented him as the Miltonian anti-villain holding the world to ransom in the name of enlightened despotism and mutant self-protection. “Who determines waht is truly good and truly evil?...I do. I decide.” is particularly well-observed, right down to his ironically Nietzschean self-conception. 

At the same time, Moira’s query is clearly meant to shift the terms of discussion from the scientific (”you’re a specialist, specializing in the behavior of mutants”) to the religious. As her warning that “my truth is profound and life changing. It’s primal...” suggests, Moira is testifying in the Protestant sense of the word. 

What follows is a series of psychic images of failure that bring the Satanically-proud Magneto to his knees, but remain really ambiguous: his death by Sentinel could be from pretty much any life other than 9, although 4 or 5 seem most likely;  given his costume, the image of him in chains seems to be from the Trial of Magneto, which could be in Life 4 or 10; the central image of him with furious glowing eyes could be generic or perhaps a reference to the couple times he’s used artifical power-boosters; the image of him in a SHIELD tank being observed by Nick Fury is unclear; and him fighting the Shadow King is particularly singular, since the Shadow King has yet to show up in the narrative. Interestingly, we don’t see Moira showing him his death at Apocalypse’s hands in Life 9. 

For his own part, Xavier is preaching a much more secular argument: mutant unity in order to not merely survive but thrive, which is very Adam Smithian. I’m not the expert that Nir Revel is when it comes to drawing parallels between Israeli history and HoX/PoX, but even with the one course I’ve taken in Israeli history, I could see the parallel between the bargain that Magneto strikes with Xavier (”I won’t acquiesce to sympathy or doubt...I won’t give an inch, I will check you at every moment of weakness”) reads a lot like the compromises made at the founding of the State of Israel between the leaders of the various political parties.

Then again, I think the allegory works for political leaders at the time of the founding of any number of nation-states, which is one of the things that makes the business of nation-building so very difficult. At every step, there are innumerable obstacles of the moment, yet the decisions made on how to overcome them will always have unforeseeable long-term consequences. Something to keep one’s eye on for the future.

Does It Need Doing? (X^1):

In a direct follow-up from Powers of X #1 and House of X #1, Cyclops gets briefed on the Mother Mold/Nimrod mission. Incidentally, I think this segment is a great counter-example to the somewhat overblown statements from some in the fandom that all of these characters are mindless pod-people who are acting out of character; throughout this briefing, Scott is consistently snarky in a very dry way that feels very in character to me.

Magneto’s pointed reference to Operation Paperclip with regards to Orchis I think further emphasizes an ongoing theme that Hickman’s working on with regards to nation-states, nation-building, and nationalism: no nation is free from sin. Even after fighting “the good war” against fascism, the U.S recruited Nazi scientists to give it a technological edge in the Cold War for the same stated reasons of necessity that drive both Krakoan and Orchis policy.

Following on from House of X #2, not only are humans a mere road-bump compared to Sentinels, but even Mother Mold itself is viewed as a secondary problem compared to the hostile AI singularity that is Nimrod. 

And further showing how everything links to everything, this mission happens because of the information that Moira brought back from Life 9/X^2. More on this in a bit.

Machines Are Pure Information (X^2):

Speaking of which, we shift to another briefing on Krakoa, one life and a hundred years distant, in which Rasputin and Cardinal brief Apocalypse about the fruits of their own partially-successful clandestine mission.

While Apocalypse is very Apocalypsy in this segment, what with the idea that civilization is the fruit of war and that he’d happily sacrifice Rasputin and Cardinal both for the information he’s received, it is really interesting to see him talk about the powers and perils of information and the dangers of analysis paralysis; this last topic is particularly important as the series continues to explore the nature of these vast, universe-spanning consciousnesses. More on this in a bit.

Speaking of which, we see Nimrod the Lesser getting really distracted by trying to figure out what the mutants were up to, something that will arguably be his downfall. Incidentally, Nimrod’s casual execution of two humans for mouthing off to him not only suggests the lie at the heart of the Man-Machine Supremacy, but also that whatever kind of A.I he might be, he absolutely did not pass the “Heller-Faust line,” because he’s clearly a sociopath who lashes out violently due to emotional impulse. 

 Going back to Asteroid K, we go back to a discussion of how the machines’ problem is that they “archive every moment of everything,” which makes it impossible for them or anyone else to actually make use of the data. If we apply the same problem to the Phalanx and the other universe-spanning consciousnesses, which for all their vaunted intelligences seem to restrict themselves to consumption of resources and calculation of data without any higher purpose, I’m left wondering whether these singularities are actually idiot gods capering at the heart of the universe.

By contrast, the mutant resistance find their purpose in transcending the bare necessities of survival in the name of transcendant meaning. 

Nimbus Infographic:

This infographic, read together with the one that ends the issue, is where we really start to see what X^3 is about, namely Hickman’s thinking on technological/mechanical transhumanism.

To begin with, we learn that the people I’ve been referring to as blutants describe themselves as “post-human,” which suggests that the “human-machine-mutant war” ultimately ended in some sort of synthesis between mutant and machine. Not only do the post-humans have “seer-selves,” but we see that Nimbus started as the “copying - and integration - of their minds into a single thinking machine.”

Moving on, it’s interesting to note that the language of X^3 is entirely focused on terms of assimilation between cultures - will it take place as a consensual “suitor-alliance” or forceful consumption of the lesser by the greater? Is there a difference, when we’re talking about the “ascension” of copied minds?

It’s not a good sign that Nimbus’ interaction with Niburu is all about using “force...to inject” a planet with consciousness, or that the Worldmind decides to take a detour to “consume multiple Saturinian and Jovian moons ino order to increase its...intellect.” Over and over again, intellect and consumption go hand in hand, but we never see intellect actually getting used for anything meaningful (transcendant or otherwise).

Universal Predators (X^3):

Speaking of which, we see in the next section that the whole project of the post-human Outreach project is to negotiate the terms of ascension so that their culture is “preserved” rather than “mined,” in a context in which civilizations interact seemingly only in terms of predator and prey.

It’s particularly ominous that the Phalanx’s opening words are that they “ate your worldmind,” in a process that involves a lost struggle for “sovereignty” - a term that should ring particularly ominously given Krakoa’s struggle to be recognized as a sovereign nation-state.

That the post-humans’ goal is ascension is likewise troubling, because of how closely it tracks the self-abnegating human religion of X^2 (which we’ll see in the next issue) and suggests that the post-humans have abandoned the biological transhumanism of the X^2 mutant resistance.

Types of Societies Infographic:

This infographic reads very differently in the wake of Powers of X #5, suggesting a trans-universe taxonomy of intelligences, with each rung on the ladder thinking it’s the biggest and baddest out there, only to become fodder for the next higher up.

As people have noted, Xavier’s backup of mutant minds through Cerebro potentially puts Krakoa on the ladder, since they’re potentially far above the SI:1 (Machine) level if they ever combine the backups.

At the same time, we’ll see in future issues a number of biomachines - the eight-person long-distance communications system we see in Powers of X , the Five-person (or six-person, given the integral role that Xavier/Cerebro plays) resurrection system, the six-person Krakoan systems (Interface, Transit/Monitoring, Defense/Observation, Secondary/External, Overwatch/Data Analysis), and possibly the five-part Cerebro system - that would seem to be a parallel to the SI:10 (HIve) level of machine consciousness.

Similarly, Cerebro’s database of mutant minds (or the population of Krakoa) could potentially go straight up the chain from Intelligence (SI:100-10,000) to Phalanx (SI:1,000,000)...if the database was turned into a consciousness of its own following the uncommon Kree model, although that would seem to run counter to Krakoan taboos.

Speaking of my skepticism about the intellect of these machine consciousnesses, the deception at the heart of the Technarch (SI:10,000) and Phalanx relationship suggests that, on a universe-wide scale, the Technarchs seem to be rather mindless drones whose only purpose is providing resources to their masters.

One thing that’s slightly odd about Hickman’s description of the Worldmind (SI:100,000) is that, based on its descriptions here, it really should be a Type I Kardashev civilization rather than a Type II, since the line between I and II is planetary vs. solar system-wide energy usage/control.

A final note on the ambiguity of the suitor-alliance vs. consumption relationship - while the post-humans view Ascension as an alternative, this infographic describes Ascension as “consuming” for the purpose of “adding to its intelligence needs.” Either way, you’re just food for thought.

[smolbeandrabbles]

Mine Would Be You - Jack Morris x Reader (The Meg)

Authors Note: I don’t even know why. So don’t ask. I am interested in the notes this gets. Because... honestly I wrote it for me, so if it gets any... I just... Thank you! I watched this movie on a flight... Because I was like “This will be dumb fun!” and spent the first half like “IS THAT RAINN WILSON!?”  Then apparently when I was on holiday - more than one month later - my brain went “Yo! Remember Jack Morris! You should right a fic for him!” And so, I did. All my notes for this movie are literally “Look at Jack Morris - he’s such a babe” when I watched to decide where the two parts were getting cut... Soooo that should give you an indication of where this is going... Disclaimer: I own ‘her’ / ‘you’ I guess... she came from my head. Annoyingly, or I would have been spared this!!  Everything else is the movie. 

Premise: Jack Morris. Internationally renowned billionaire. Your Boyfriend. Financier of exploration on Mana One. Where you work. It’s his first visit. None of your friends know. And the reason he’s here is the first running of the Mariana trench experiment. Things can only go so wrong... Right?

Word Count: 2908

Warnings: Sex/Rough sex???/Sexual Pre-Amble (Y’know... The way I write it...)

What’s your all time high? Your good as it gets? Your hands down best ever make-up sex? What’s your guilty pleasure? Your old go to? Well, if you asked me, mine would be you… What’s your worst hangover? Your best night yet? Your 90 proof? Your Marlboro Red? The best damn thing you lucked into? That’s easy, baby, mine would be you… Mine would be you; Sun kiss shining… Back road flying… Singing like crazy fools, Making up our own words… laughing ‘til it hurts… Baby if I had to choose my best day ever, My finest hour, My wildest dream come true… Mine would be you.

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Marine research had always been your thing. The sea had called you from when you were very small. It had been the first thing you had really responded to as a baby. And there was nothing better than being near water. Every city you visited if it had an Aquarium, you better believe you were going. It was almost like you picked your travel destinations based on if they had any type of aquatic centre. You loved all marine life. But sharks, sharks you loved like nothing else. Evident by the tattoo across your right shoulder. Usually these two factors caused great pain for your boyfriend, Jack Morris. Any time he suggested a vacation and you innocently suggested some places, he would always pull out his phone to check if it had an aquarium or was costal – and sure enough! And every single time you’d be met with questions like ‘do you not see the sea enough!?’ He was usually faced with a serious ‘No.’ You’d met him at a gala, that your research company just so happened to be attending, that he had sponsored. You weren’t sure you liked him in business; a few drinks in, you’d been a little less hostile and had figured that he might actually care about the same things… He wasn’t sponsoring just to have his name plastered nearly everywhere. So when he had proposed financing a research centre underwater, you wondered if he was first crazy. And second if it had had anything to do with you. You hadn’t actually run that past him because you liked to believe it was all his own idea… He’d built it, he’d financed the research and then he’d asked your company, Zhang Oceanic, to move in. Pretending like it wasn’t your influence, despite the fact you were also asked to work there. Like he hadn’t prompted them to ask you… You felt you owed him, he’d never asked to collect a debt. He just wanted to make you happy. And you were. You weren’t sure he’d thought so much about the consequences; and he hadn’t yet really visited. Every time you got a break, he’d fly you to a landlocked area for a couple of days to ground you back on Earth. Because he knew that eventually you’d be pining to go back to the sea. So, like the good man he was, he took you back to the sea. But no further out than the beach. He was his own type of adventurer; sure, he was a billionaire and he’d show it off. But he was never seen in a suit or behind a desk. It was another thing you liked; he’d rather chill with you, go to a tiny bar downtown or take you on a few days hike somewhere than show you off at an event or at some fancy restaurant. Today however, was a little different. Today he was coming to the facility for the first time. You were in nervous anticipation of this. Because although the bunch of friends that worked there KNEW you had a boyfriend, and had seen a ton of pictures of him, you never talked about him as if he was who he was. In fact, you weren’t sure that when you said his name, they even registered him as their benefactor. Obviously Zhang knew, but he never voiced it. You weren’t sure you liked that either, as you wanted to be here by merit. Not just because Jack was running the entire operation.

He spent half the day pretending you didn’t exist. In a professional sort of manner… Which was both confusing and helpful – though as he was introduced to the team they nearly all turned to you, dying to be the first one to voice the question. Zhang essentially swore them to silence; but also kept Jack away from you. Which you were sure added to the fact he was basically ignoring you. He made a point of asking everyone but you questions and for their opinions. Which also kinda made it obvious that that was what he was doing, so also left the team looking at you quizzically. Especially as he would barely accept handshakes as greetings; Jack was all about hugs. Jack was just all about physical contact; he liked being friendly. He was like a social butterfly and he absolutely had to be involved in everything – that’s why he was always taking you on random adventures where he could soak himself in local culture. Which is likely why he was financing this here and not elsewhere in the world. Though, he had a ways to go learning Chinese, you remembered… Still, him acting like all these people were his new best friends and leaving you in your own bubble made the whole thing look obvious. And even the main group of friends you had made were not the only ones with questions about his behaviour… You’d just have to live with it, for the time being.

It wasn’t until lunch time that any of them actually decided to come over and ask. Or, at least stand at one end of the canteen attempting to push each other over. Jaxx got the short end of the straw; apparently. Everyone was tense and it was making emotions run high. Until Jonas arrived to help you all out; three of your best were trapped on the ocean floor. You got it; but you didn’t see why that meant they would have to take their frustrations out on you. Probably because they weren’t about to ask questions of billionaire financier Jack Morris. “So, he’s the actual Jack Morris?” You swallowed your bite; “Yes.” “Why didn’t you say anything.” “I did – you guys never asked if it was the actual Jack Morris so…” You gave a shrug “That’s on you.” Though defensive, in the back of your mind you felt like you probably shouldn’t be speaking to your best friend in the entire station like this… “Any particular reason he’s acting like you aren’t even here?” “Yeah…” You pointed your spoon to the group watching you both “…Ya’ll judging his girlfriend for working on this station whilst he finances the project.” “Would you be here without him?” You laughed; hadn’t she just proved you right? “Yeah. I’d hope so…” You stood “Would that even matter. It’s clearly all you’re gonna talk about now…” You replaced your canteen tray and exited the canteen at the same time Jack was walking in. There was a visible two second stand-off of very little words before you continued your walk past him. You definitely didn’t need this today.

* You headed back to your room and spent, or tried to spend, the next few hours working or something – anything – that might be helpful or at least sound like it might be helpful whilst you waited on finding Jonas again, and the hope that he might actually come back. It wasn’t really working out for you though.  Probably because you were not that hot on anything techy or electrical. On your fourth failed attempt to get anything useful to happen you threw your pen down and groaned, head in your hands; pushing the heels into your eyes until you saw stars for some kind of relief. There was a knock at your door, just what you needed “Who is it?” You were met with radio silence. “Guys. Seriously…” You listened, but still nothing. The shadows breaking the light under your door at least let you know someone was still there. You sighed, definitely not in the mood. “What the F*** do you WAN-” You didn’t get through your sentence as you opened your door. Jack pushed you back with a kiss. Kicking your door shut behind him, he soon had your back pressed up against your wardrobe. And you were kinda furious but also kinda didn’t care. He’d spent all day blatantly ignoring you and thought he could just walk in and do this?! Problem was he just kissed so good… You let him pin your arms back and offered very little resistance to him whilst you got caught up in your first make-out in months of being on this station without him here… Then you remembered he’d been pretending you didn’t exist and got pissed again; pushing him back. “What the HELL do you think you’re doing!?” He didn’t really answer, just gave a look that blatantly said YOU. Which you also clearly didn’t mind by the way he crashed his lips back on yours and lifted you up onto your desk. This scattered papers; which you’d also like to be complaining about, only they were turning out to be fairly useless anyway. You wound your legs around his and your arms around his neck groaning into the hot and heavy kisses he was affording you. Reaching between the two of you he undid your belt buckle and began to slide your jeans down your legs. Not easy given the position he had you in but you weren’t exactly in the mood to help him. Instead much more focused on relieving him of his shirt – and the ball cap he was apparently now insisting on wearing indoors. That found a new home in the far corner of your room; allowing you to run your hands through his hair to mess it up on purpose. He didn’t really like that, growling against your next kiss your shirt soon found a home with it; and after the initial resistance your jeans followed. He pushed you back again so you hit the wall; trailing his rough kisses over your neck and shoulders, you could tell he was determined to leave marks. So, apparently it wasn’t enough for them to just know it was the ‘actual Jack Morris’… now your colleges also had to see it was the ‘actual Jack Morris’?? Still, you were too ready for that sensory overload; grinding your hips impatiently into his you let out a needy sigh. Oh, what months off dry land would do to you. Texting and fantasising had nothing on this. Also, he damn well knew it. He didn’t fly you out to wherever he was on a fully catered private jet for nothing. He hushed you; with just a hint of a smirk. And that only pissed you off even more because you knew that meant he would make you wait. “Now, Now Baby… Calm down…” It was over quickly. Too quickly. Fast and dirty it left you almost drenched in sweat but it was SO worth it. If you had one complaint about your man; it would be Jack had a long recovery time. You were already sitting up on your bed with a vest top and underwear on, staring at the clock and trying to think more about your missing friends that the intense pleasure trip you had just been on… Jack was still breathing heavily as he propped himself up; studying your back as you appeared deep in thought. Specifically, your tattoo. The blue shark – and boy had you corrected him on that one enough times – swimming across your right shoulder blade. He didn’t know a whole lot about marine life; Sharks and Rays especially (your favourites.) other than from what he would learn from time to time on the National Geographic. Then when you happened along Jack Morris started spending a lot of time playing catch up on everything you would always talk about. Now he knew far more about it than he would probably like to. But it had led him here – so, he had no complaints. He sat up; tracing his index finger across the image; “…I can only imagine your reaction to coming face to face with one of these…” You instantly laughed; “They aren’t that big; heck. Most sharks aren’t even dangerous. Maybe for something like a Great White you’d want to be cage diving but everything else…” You gave a shrug “Uh, yeah! Let me at ‘em.” “So much rather you than me…” He kissed your shoulder much gentler this time; although – judging by the colour your skin was turning at points, a little too late. “…All that money and diving with sharks is not on the list?” You shook your head “You’re financing the wrong profession Mr.Morris…” “Well, that’s so you can live your dreams…” He wound his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. “…So long as nothing happens, anyway…” You raised an eyebrow to him, your smile borderline sarcastic; “No shark is gonna eat me.” Then you titled your head “Unless I do something incredibly dumb. Did your beloved National Geographic not teach you that?” Your next smile was teasing “If it didn’t you probably did…” He leant in for another kiss but you pulled away; “OH! So you didn’t listen!?” He was about to protest but you stopped him “Now why doesn’t that surprise me?!” He opened his mouth, then decided against it because right now you were still smiling. “Yeah, okay… I didn’t listen… I’m sorry…” He sighed “Another more money than sense scenario?” Sometimes you believed that; sometimes you thought Jack could be as down to Earth as everyone else… Even more so, at times. “Hmmm… Maybe…” You kissed his cheek at the thoughtful look on his face. Allowing him to turn and kiss you again – before the intercom chimed in your cabin. Alerting you to something urgent you’d have to deal with back in Ops. “Ignore it…” He whispered against your lips – attempting to restart what he’d just finished. “Jack I-” “I’m financing this… ignore it…” He attempted to push you back; but the chime went off again. “No--! No! I’m working, don’t do this!” You were talking to yourself rather than him; wriggling from his grasp you wandered across the room decisively to gather the rest of your clothes. He groaned watching you walk away from him; but it was clear he was trying to vocalise it beyond what it really was. You turned back to look at his face; pouty and hurt that you would just leave him in bed like this “Grow up Jack. I’ll be back soon.” You added a wink and then a wiggle to your step. Which didn’t help him none. You pulled yourself back into your jeans, hair up into a ponytail and grabbed a jacket, because you could tell by just a look in the mirror he’d left marks all over you, and you were about to look enough of a mess as it was. You picked his hat up from the floor; “Can I wear this.” “No!” You gave a shrug and put it on; “Not that you can do anything about it!” You opened your door with a grin “Later Jack!” You shut your door just slow enough to catch “DON’T I EVEN GET AN I LOVE YOU!?” You chuckled to yourself as you walked away; “Nope!” It was the one thing you’d never told him. It was the only thing he’d ever wanted to hear.

* You had the quickest in-and-out shower in the crew bathroom, making sure to tell the bridge you’d be up in 5 minutes. Before redressing for a third time and jogging all the way up as fast as you could. “Sorry. Yeah, shoot. What’s up!?” you sat at your station, laptop running and pen in hand in record time. “We just were going to have a meeting about any ideas anyone had. The next phase of the plan.” “OH. Sure…” You leant back, “I’ve had a few thoughts… Maybe none of them that useful so I apologise in advance…” “Actually…” Jaxx piped up from her own duty station and swivelled to face you “I feel like we owe you an apology…” “…Huh?” You decided it was best not to hold some kind of grudge when you had to work together. You shook your head “Don’t worry about it. I get it…” You folded your arms and focused back on Suyin. “We can’t wait around for them to come back forever.” “Agreed.” You weren’t sure you liked everyone’s reaction to what you had just said. “Well she’s right!” “Thank you. I’m going!” “Wait – what?!” Jaxx turned back to you to explain; “They’re leaking oxygen.” You leapt up to study the screen as Jack waltzed in, intent on finding out what had the audacity to drag you away from him; “OH – that’s just not good!” “So someone should go, right?” You held your hands up, not wanting to take any blame especially as you already appeared to be on shaky ground. “I thought the idea was to try to save people dying on the ocean floor?” Affording yourself to finally look across to him as he kept talking; his hair was wet. Clearly he’d decided he could take time with his own shower… As long as if didn’t look like you might have showered together. Suyin nodded; her decision was long made up though “I’ll take one of the gliders, grab the Origin and tow her up.” Jaxx tried to reel the situation back; “Wait! If one of the Origin’s ballast tanks blows, you’re gonna die too!” She was already half way out the door though; “We have to try.” Jaxx turned to you, with a sigh “Thought you’d be on my side here!” You burst out laughing “THAT’S why you called me up here!?” “Yeeees.” “Alright. Fine…!” You nudged her with a wink “Call it payback!” At least she laughed.

  You crossed back to Jack and the look on his face; “Let me guess. You’re currently calculating how many millions is either broken or now going to get broken.” “Well it’s not particularly good. Is it… It’s around-” “Oh stop!” you nudged him “You’ve blow money on more ridiculous ideas than this!” “They’re YOUR ridiculous ideas.” “HUH-!” You smacked his arm; “You take a look at those photographs and tell me how many of those were MINE!” Jaxx and DJ were starting at you both and then looked to each other and just cracked up, making you both turn; “What?!” “Will you two get a ROOM!!!” Jack smirked; taking your hand in his, with the objective of pulling you right back to yours “Well we had one before you guys pulled her up here.” Both their eyes widened making you turn to him in shock; “JACK!!!”

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I don’t know if this will be 2 or 3 parts. I’m thinking I’m still good with 2...

And so I present to you my version of Jack Morris: Bundle of energy like an excited puppy who just wants to be LOVED, but is really aggressive sexually... And has ended up being the embodiment of Philip Grey extreme artist. In fact. Now I know exactly WHY I started writing this. 

Gif Credit: @crucifiix