#why-bless-your-heart

[fictionadventurer]

Can I please hear another rant about Brideshead Revisited? Or another beloathed book of your choice.

If it takes 80% of your book for it to get good, clearly you're doing something wrong. Your book needs to be more than themes! You can't just have a whole book full of the most annoying, terrible people and zero plot progression and expect that ending to be earned.

But the worst thing is, that hating that first 80% so much actually makes the ending work better. I spend the whole book hating almost everyone in this book, especially Sebastian and the narrator, and then you get to the end and it's like

Oh

You're telling me even these people are searching for God?

Even these people can be saved?

Well then.

I guess there really is hope for everybody, and that's stupidly beautiful, but I should not be able to give you credit for that! You did not earn that!

[hualianschild]

absolutely love it when they put details like this

[joemerl]

I like how your stories always use the sci-fi ideas to explore interesting philosophical/moral issues.

I'd spend a little more time detailing how they searched the ship and discovered all the other bodies. It would help you really feel how stressed and upset Zakai would be by the time he makes his comment near the end.

Who wants to beta-read a short story?

Sailor’s Lament

The melody of this folk song is traditionally ascribed to a crewmember on board the West, a 2675 ship that was discovered in 2681 with the bodies of its five crew and missing the body of its captain. Lyrics vary, but the following is the most common version.

Captain took a walk just yesterday, But the rest of us in this ship are bound to stay. And the stars might be lovely, but they’re cold, Chasing sunset in another sky, you will never grow old, Chasing sunset in another sky, you will never grow old.

Wish I’d listened to my mother when she said, ‘Ships are full of just the waiting dead.’ Because now the air is poison, and I can’t think anymore, It’s been sixty-seven days since we left shore.

“Hey, Zakai!” Gi leaned back in his pilot’s chair, eyes disappearing into a grin that showed off his missing teeth. “Come to see where the magic happens?”

“Looking for my dad, actually.”

“He’ll be here in a minute.” Gi waved a hand encouragingly. “You can wait with me.”

“Thanks.” Zakai leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen how it works in here,” he said, to fill the silence.

“Oh yeah, it’s actually really simple. See, here—“ Gi pointed to one screen, “That’s our origin point. And there—“ he pointed to another, “That’s our destination. Then this right here—“ he patted the console in front of his chair, “This is the important part. This controls the stitching mechanism. Lets me pull that—” the first screen — “and that—” the second screen — “together, so I can put a stitch between the two. Then instead of having to travel the whole fabric of space, we only have to travel the length of the stitch. Simple.” He grinned again. “Not easy. There’s so many ways to mess it up and kill us all that it’s easier to count the ways we don’t all die.” He paused expectantly, and Zakai dutifully delivered the set-up. 

“How many ways is that?”

“One. Good ship, good crew, good directions, good follow-through, good plans, good luck, have them all, or else you’re—”

Captain Cherhart stepped through the doorway, and Gi cleared his throat. “Well, you get the idea,” he told Zakai, turning back to his console. “Everything proceeding according to schedule, Captain.”

“Good.” Captain Cherhart nodded at Zakai and sat down next to Gi. 

Zakai started to leave, but the captain’s voice stopped him in the doorway. “Zakai, hold it.” Captain Cherhart leaned forward, tapping on the screen. “Gi, is that what I think it is?”

Gi’s fingers flew across the controls, and then he looked up. “Captain, it’s the West.”

“What?” Zakai asked.

“It’s a ship that went missing six years back,” Captain Cherhart told him, standing up. He clapped a hand on Gi’s shoulder. “Set course to intercept.”

Gi nodded.

“Open a channel to the crew.”

“Channel open.”

Captain Cherhart cleared his throat. “Crew, meet me in the ready room in fifteen.” He looked at Gi. “We’ll have made intercept by then?”

Gi flicked a final switch. “Easily, Captain.”

"See we do." The captain waved Zakai out of the door. "If you see anyone on the way down, let them know what's happening."

It was a small crew, all told. Captain and pilot, two engineers and three hands. It was a small ship too, though. Five people in the ready room felt plenty full, especially as Zakai tried to answer as many questions as he could.

After a while, Captain Cherhart walked in. He answered a few more questions, then explained that they were intercepting with a derelict and they were taking on a recovery mission. “Gi's with me on navigation. Jerrit, Doyle, Zakai, you’ll be the away team. Nacky, Ellis, you’re support.”

He looked over his crew. “I want this by the numbers. Away team, you don’t loosen your tethers for anything. Get in, pull the data and bring back any bodies. Support team, the minute anything starts to look the tiniest bit funny, you pull them out. Don’t you dare wait to see if it’s anything actually serious. Got me?”

“Got you,” everyone answered in chorus. Cherhart nodded and left.

Everyone scattered to prepare for their assigned roles.

Jerrit pulled on his gloves. “I just hope that this isn’t a Challenger-type situation.” 

“What’s that?” Zakai asked.

Jerrit exchanged a look with Doyle. “It was a ship,” he said, “About fifty, sixty years back now.”

“Unlucky name for a start,” Doyle chimed in.

“That’s right. Anyway, it was headed out on a routine supply run. Same route it’d done a dozen times before, empty hold, nothing that should’ve gone wrong. Then home base gets a message.”

“I can quote it by heart,” Doyle added. “All officers dead on bridge including captain. Possibly whole crew dead."

Jerrit nodded. “The Serendipity was a passenger ship nearby so they detoured to provide aid. Before they could get there though, they received a second message. Just two words. “I die.””

Zakai shuddered.

“When the Serendipity got there,” Doyle said, his voice hushed, “They sent three crew over. Standard procedure, full suits.” 

“The cameras were on a direct link back to the ship.” Jerrit tapped the camera on his own shoulder to demonstrate. “The crew was scattered throughout, all dead. No marks on the bodies, but every single one was twisted with outstretched arms, like they’d been trying to fight someone — or something — off.” He leaned in close to Zakai, his voice almost a whisper. “Before the crew could return to the ship, the cameras cut out. The Serendipity tried to reestablish a connection, tried to get their men back, but it was too late. The last signal anyone ever received —”

“YOU DIE!” Doyle yelled in a harsh, guttural tone, grabbing Zakai from the back. 

Zakai yelped, then felt his face flush red as Jerrit and Doyle doubled over laughing. “That’s not funny,” he complained, but Jerrit and Doyle just laughed harder, imitating his yelp and jump. 

Feeling hot and embarrassed, Zakai continued to strap on his suit. 

Nacky and Ellis came into the room, and Jerrit retold the event for their benefit, Doyle standing in as Zakai and jumping into a starfish position with a little-girl scream at the final punchline. Ellis laughed, but Nacky shook her head.

“Leave the boy be,” she said in her deep, rich accent, “It’s not nice to tease the little ones.” 

Jerrit shrugged and turned away. 

Zakai shot Nacky a grateful look, and she smiled and winked at him. Feeling his heart beat faster, Zakai ducked his head and focused on tightening his suit buckles.

Nacky had long hair that she kept in small, tight dreadlocks, and a warm laugh that made Zakai want to fall down at her feet. Jerrit was obviously crazy about her, but when Zakai had asked about it he’d just gotten smacked over the back of his head. “Not on board,” Jerrit had told him, “Never on board.”

Doyle knocked Zakai on the shoulder with a helmet, and Zakai accepted it from him. One, two, three, four locks. Check the airflow. Green light. Thumbs up. Last four locks. Check the radio. "Test, test." "Check, check." Thumbs up.

Captain Cherhart came back in to do the final round of checks, the way he always did. Thump and tug each potential point of failure with a final blow to the helmet for good luck. Satisfied, he stood in front of his away crew, taking Nacky's radio so they could hear his voice in their ears. "Find out what you can. Stay safe." He handed the radio back to Nacky and they all gave him a final thumbs-up before filing into the airlock as Ellis started the cycle.

They clipped their tethers to the line. That is, it was called a line, but it was really more of a flexible rod. Jerrit took the lead, Zakai in the middle, and Doyle behind. The airlock opened and they started to cross. Pulling themselves slowly, carefully, hand over hand, they climbed up away from the ship and then lowered themselves back down to the West.

The feel of gravity changing its mind made Zakai's stomach turn, and he was too focused on not throwing up in his helmet to notice how Jerrit managed to get the West's airlock open. He was able to focus again once his feet were on the deck.

It was strange to stand on the deck of a ship that wasn't humming. It made the inside of Zakai's helmet feel quieter than quiet. Emergency lighting, red and dull, added to the close, claustrophobic feel.

Jerrit signaled that he was going to unclip his tether and Zakai nodded. Crouching, he wrapped both arms around Jerrit's waist. Even without power a ships' gravity would work, but by the numbers was by the numbers. With a single smooth movement Jerrit moved his anchor to the West's lockpoint. He tugged on it hard, then pounded Zakai's shoulder twice. Safe to let go. Zakai signaled that he was ready and Doyle grabbed on to him while Jerrit made the switch. Then Jerrit stepped past and held on to Doyle while he moved his own tether.

"Home," Jerrit radioed, "Transfer made safely. Battery power appears to be on. Continuing into the main body."

"Copy."

It was hard to hear much of anything through the helmets, but the servos of the airlock were still old enough to put Zakai's teeth on edge.

They stepped through the airlock into the West's ready room. Jerrit waved the others forward and they followed him, playing out their tethers. Through the ready room and into the dim main corridor.

Zakai realized he had been holding his breath and let it out.

So far it looked like a ship. An older ship, yes, and dimly lit, but a regular ship. No gaping holes, no sucking vacuum, no radioactive slump.

“What do you think happened?” Neither Jerrit or Doyle said anything, and Zakai asked again, louder. Still no response, and he waved his hand to get their attention. Doyle looked at him quizzically through the face shield, then tapped his helmet. 

Feeling his cheeks flush, Zakai pressed the button to turn on his radio, on the away channel. He asked the question again.

"Engine failure, if I had to guess," Jerrit radioed back. "Air's here, but it's poison."

"Escape pods are still on deck," Doyle's radio interrupted. "Couldn't have been slow like that, or they'd have bailed."

"Black box will tell us." Jerrit checked his screen, then pointed up ahead. That was where the bridge would be. Careful to keep their tethers from tangling, Zakai and Doyle followed him, one on either side of the corridor.

Zakai's foot caught on something and he tripped. He fell to the floor hard. Doyle and Jerrit turned to see, as Zakai pulled himself up to a sitting position, switching on his light.

He looked at what he had tripped over.

"Doyle, Jerrit," Zakai radioed, his voice trembling slightly, "I... I think it’s one of the crew.”Jerrit kneeled next to him, a steadying hand on Zakai’s shoulder. The body was huddled over, as if for warmth.

It was the first dead body Zakai had ever seen, and he fought down the rising nausea as Jerrit investigated. 

“It looks like he died of natural causes. Just laid down and never got up.” Jerrit waved Doyle over. “The manifest says there were six total. Since the ship's intact they probably had time to move around.” 

Zakai shuddered at the thought of those still, black skeletons with them onboard. 

Doyle was already pulling a plastic bag out of his kit. With quick, deft movements he and Jerrit enveloped the tragic bundle, sealing it away from view. When they rolled it away it left a dark stain behind that Zakai tried not to think about. 

Jerrit radioed back to the ship. “Home, we’ve got one deceased recovered, please advise.” 

There was a moment of silence, then Nacky’s voice crackled through. “Captain says continue advance if safe to do so. Do not remove helmets. Quarantine room being prepared.”

Doyle swore something muffled through the helmet. “He’s going to want us to carry them all back,” he said, on the away team’s channel. Then he clicked back on to the home channel. “Received. We’ll keep you updated.”

"Bridge is just a turn away," Jerrit told them. "You got the burn kit, Doyle?"

"You think we'll be locked out?"

Jerrit shrugged expressively. "Didn't die where they stood. Either bridge couldn't work or they couldn't get to it."

"One way to find out."

Sure enough, before long Doyle bent over the bridge's door, cutting through the thick metal. The pieces fell away and they stepped into the lifeless bridge. Empty, dark, and ordinary. A blinking green light showed the black box, and Jerrit pulled it out of the console, tucking it into Zakai's kit. There was nothing else to find, and Jerrit waved them back out into the corridor. "Home, data retreived," he radioed, and then to the others, "Let's get to work."

In school Zakai had been made to learn the decatime system, and there were a lot of people who argued that it made a lot more sense to use that in space instead of the antiquated base-sixty earth-style system. Nobody ever really made the switch though, so it took them the best part of several hours to locate, wrap, transport, and stow five bodies. They never found the sixth one.

Later Zakai would try to explain to himself that he had been tired, and nerve-wracked, and sore. It was just an excuse. What he had been was selfish and bratty.

Captain Cherhart sat down for dinner at six o'clock on the dot every twenty-four hours. It wasn't strictly mandatory to join him, but everyone did. It usually turned into an informal discussion of the day's events, part debriefing, part strategizing. Predictably, the topic of discussion was the West and the recovered bodies. The conversations dragged on, circling interminably around the same subject. What would have happened, what wouldn't have happened. What should be done with them, what could be done with them.

Zakai scowled down at his plate, pushing the protein mush into different piles. “I don’t see why it matters so much,” he said, to everybody and nobody. “It’s not like we can make any difference. They’re dead.”

Everyone stopped talking. 

Captain Cherhart looked at Zakai for a long time. His voice was low when he finally spoke. “That’s why it matters.”

Deliberately, he pushed aside his plate and leaned forward on the table, clasping his hands. “They’re dead, and we’re alive. For now. One day, we’re going to die too.” He looked around the table. “Maybe not out here. Maybe not for a long time. But someday, and if we want to be able to trust that people will care, that means we have to care. All of us have to care, every time. That’s the promise our species makes to the dead. That we’ll care.”

Nobody said anything.

Captain Cherhart looked at his hands. “You know,” he said, “Lots of animals understand death. Some of them even have funerals.

"Feeling sad about death, that doesn’t really mean anything. What matters is that we keep promises to the dead. That’s what makes us any different, and if they’re right about there being other intelligent life out there, that’s the kind of thing we’re going to have to prove.

"We’re going to have to prove that we’re promise-keepers.”

The silence stretched out uncomfortably long before the captain finally stood. 

“Gi, we’ve got permission to take that alternate route. After you’ve finished eating, we’ll start plugging it in. If our luck holds, we’ll be making landfall on our original schedule.”

Gi nodded, and Captain Cherhart left. Everyone finished their meals without another word. His face burning, Zakai forced himself to eat slowly, waiting until he was the only one left at the table.

When he left the galley, Gi was waiting for him in the hall.

“What?” Zakai snapped, suddenly angry. The last thing he wanted was a lecture.

“You’re fine,” Gi said quickly. “I get what you meant, just that you didn’t want us falling behind if we don’t have to. I get it.”

Zakai felt the anger die out as quickly as it had flared up, replaced by shame. “Thanks,” he mumbled.

Gi reached up and put a hand on Zakai’s shoulder. “Look,” he told him, “You’re learning. And when somebody’s learning, that means that everyone else gets reminded. Your dad’s a good captain, back there, that wasn’t a scolding. Okay? It was you learning and us being reminded. Nobody’s going to hold it against you.” 

“Thanks,” Zakai said again, and slumped against the wall. “I can’t believe what a jerk I sounded like.”

“Hey, we’ve all been there.” Gi looked down the hallway. “Look, I’ve already done most of the calculations, so we should be finished plugging in that new route in fifteen minutes or so. Once that’s done, how about you go and talk to your dad, okay? It’s too small a ship for things to be awkward between you.”

“Okay.”

Gi smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes before he turned and headed towards the navigation compartment.

Sitting down, Zakai waited. Finally, Gi came back out and nodded at him before heading off towards his bunk.

Taking a deep breath, Zakai stood up and walked down the hall. Reaching the end, he hesitated for just a second, then stepped in, closing the door behind him.

“Dad,” he said, “I’m sorry.”

The captain didn’t turn around.

“I’m sorry,” Zakai said again. “I should’ve... I was going to say that I should have known how important this whole thing was, how much it matters, but I did, and I don’t know why I was pretending that I didn’t. You were right, and I knew you were right, and I should’ve never tried to say otherwise.” He took a deep breath. “Do you forgive me?”

Captain Cherhart turned the pilot’s chair towards Zakai without looking at him. “Take a seat,” he said.

Zakai obeyed.

Cherhart pulled up his data files on the console and scrubbed through one of them, an audio file. “I want you to listen to this,” he said, pressing play.

A thin, soft melody filtered through, cracking from a hoarse throat. It was a low and slow song, sweet and simple. It wasn’t anything Zakai had heard before, but somehow it still sounded familiar. Like a lullaby.

The singer finished, then went back to the beginning, one, two, three times before Cherhart turned it off and they sat in silence together.

“It’s a nice song,” Zakai finally said.

“It’s beautiful.” Cherhart sat back. “I don’t know if he wrote it himself or if it was something he brought from home, but it comforted him. So he sang it. And now he’s gone, but we have his song.” 

Zakai thought about that for a while. Finally he asked, “Do we know what happened yet?”

“I got the report about an hour ago. They were able to identify the bodies from the data and records we sent, the only one missing was the captain.” 

Zakai nodded. “That must be why everything was locked down. Without his access codes, they didn’t really have a choice.”

Cherhart sighed. “That’s right. I can’t tell if he walked out first, and that’s how they got lost, or if he realized that they were lost and walked out instead of waiting to see what was going to run out first.”

“That’s awful.”

“He was a coward.” Captain Cherhart sounded angry, and Zakai looked at him, surprised. “I don’t care which one it was. No matter how bad it gets, you make a promise to the ship, the crew, everyone back home you leave behind and everyone at the destination you’re going to meet. You don’t get to walk out on that. Ever.”

“Because it matters.”

His dad looked back at him and smiled. “That’s right, son,” he said softly. “It matters.”

[turtleblogatlast]

Every day I’m haunted by the fact the boys happily swim in sewer water

Even if it’s filtered somehow there’s no way it’s not still nasty 😭 Bet they can defeat any of their villains just by accidentally giving them diseases I swear

[yardsards]

the thing about labru vs kabumisu is that both of them have the same core appeal to me, specifically from kabru's side of things: kabru being someone who is constantly agonizing about social rules and putting on the right mask, and meeting this Weird Fucking Guy who does not (cannot) care about all those things, and so kabru slowly allows himself to be more genuine. they're both such good relationships (whether you view them romantically or platonically), why must there be so much hostility between enjoyers of these ships?

[lydiahosek]

#Why this would work so well is this would be seen as an unambiguous good thing #Even while poor Bob is worrying about college fund 4 #Maybe they can send the baby to trade school instead

My pitch for the very hypothetical "Belcher Baby No4" Fanfiction is that it'd be funny.

[aioliravioli-69]

Heyoo!

I've been hooked on nomads recently so of course I just HAD to draw something

I know the series is pretty angsty right now, so here ya go!

the quartet (I don't know what comes after trio💀) riding on one of the turtles in the sea kingdom

I was admitedly very lazy with the outfit design and honestly I'm not even gonna try and hide the fact that that turtle was 100% traced💀

I wasn't in the mood to do ANOTHER study, which uh... probably explains a lot

Oh wow, I wonder how long that took me to-

oh well😭😭😭😭

hope @captain-juuter (the author) likes it at least💀

[weskie]

*walks up to mic*

Wesker, so cool, so sleek, so planned,

But let’s talk about those pecs, so grand.

Your plans for world domination are legit,

But honestly, man, those tits won’t quit!

In your leather coat, you strut and scheme,

Yet all we see is that chest-beam.

A villain so sharp, with power and grit,

But the internet’s obsessed with your tit-tit-tits.

-👻

"with my tit-tit-tits, hm?"

[cassiskurocorner]

Art for @echoshunsnarcissus 's fic Skyward Symphonies. I heard you were working on the next chapter 0:) please use this as more motivation!

Alternate versions under cut!

[fictionadventurer]

🎧 (bonus if you have an actual playlist for the vibes)

I've already answered what the general vibe of the soundtrack would be, and it's far too early to have an actual playlist built up. The vibes would be somewhere between a Narnia or LotR soundtrack and the '05 P&P soundtrack.

The closest thing I have to a playlist song is that Lily and the explorer's dynamic is somewhat lifted from the couple at the center of my "East of the Sun, West of the Moon" science fantasy retelling, and the song I associate with them is "All for You" by Sister Hazel. Only because I happened to hear the song when I was brainstorming their story, and I used it to imagine a light, fun, happy bonding moment between them.

[hyperdragon97]

I went to the local food pantry today and they have a free shop attached, so I took a few minutes to browse before heading home. I legit considered picking up a skirt just to see how this Christian-run, most likely conservative organization would react. In the end, I just picked up a couple of shirts.

Maybe next time.

[feral-ass-raccoon]

THIS AD OMFG. GUYS.

hey. let's look a little closer. are... are you reading what you wrote??

bestie.

you've got to realize how ironic this is, right?? like- your "patriotic never surrender all american" hat. was not made here. guys.

hey @santaclaushohoho1 you'd appreciate this. i think

[thenightisland]

one of the funniest things from this whole experience has been the fact that my mother, who was very much so my ride home from surgery and who has worked in a hospital for almost fifty years, has seemingly repeatedly forgotten that i have had surgery and what that entails and that i'm not just my normal level of under the weather. which means we've had repeated conversations where she'll be like "ohhh you should totally clean out your kitchen cabinets while you're off!" mother i have knife wounds. "hey i'm coming by to pick up [thing that weighs twenty pounds] can you grab it from the garage for me?" mother i have knife wounds. "why did you order food instead of driving to get it?" well you see i have knife wounds. "why were you asleep so late?" mother. you won't believe this---

[meowdei]

My dad is really convinced that if I call him “bro” then I am disregarding the fact that he’s my dad 😭

[muirneach]

the thing abt the rangers is that like. im not super overly attached to any of the skaters but amid this constant flopping there is constant trade talks which i get cause somethings gotta give right. but i see it and im like hey but i like those guys. u cant just send chris or mika away!! so i am attached after all i guess. BUT i have beef with trouba so them scratching him is insane but honestly a w for me specifically

[spaciebabie]

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