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on billy hargrove and fandom hypocrisy
My dear lord and saviour Cale, I do not deserve to behold your awesomeness. I, a mere mortal, is blessed to look upon thy holy figure whilst you cough up blood. I shall obtain the concrete that your holy blood hath stained and keep it in my family for the rest of time as a priceless heirloom that shall inevitably outlast my existence, just as you shall.
Absolutely sensational.
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you know what i need??? more myth and superstition in scifi.
give me starship captains like the sailors of old, weathered and wary of the vast beast that is deep space, who religiously keep their own personal traditions and rituals to appease her and guide their ships safely through her vast depths.
give me wide-eyed ensigns eagerly drinking in tales of great creatures of the void, space whales and other more malevolent leviathans, dismissed as tall tales by more cynical cadets who only trust the sense of their own eyes.
give me whispered accounts of ghost vessels, lost long ago in great battles across the universe, populated by a literal skeleton crew.
give me a space bermuda triangle.
give me a universe as cold and unfathomable as the ocean, and no less mysterious and forboding.
Me: YouTube algorithm show me your secrets
YouTube: Here’s Snufkin and Moomintroll being gay, but you can only hear mumbo jumbo in the troll’s voice :D
Me: oh god why
My favorite quote
"Fuck around, have fun, and embrace every fragment of the multiverse with a wild spirit.”
Thank you to whoever made this
CW for implied underage drinking
Forty minutes into the party the hero disappeared. The villain found them alone on the back porch, surrounded by other people's discarded red cups and cigarette butts, staring up at the moonless sky. They did not turn, even as the villain slid the door shut with a whoosh and a click on the noise of the house party.
"These people are weird," the villain said.
The hero laughed, but hollowly. "I'm pretty sure it's you and me that are the weird ones here."
"Oh no," the villain said, leaning against the railing beside them. "I've checked it out thoroughly. We're the normal ones. Everyone else is strange."
The hero glanced back. "I was wondering when you'd come looking for me," they said softly.
"You could have found me," the villain protested.
They shifted, letting their shoulder just brush the hero's sleeve. Once the hero would have tossed the villain 30 feet for daring to come so close. Now they didn't so much as flinch, eyes locked on the sky.
The villain shrugged.
"Do you miss it?" the hero whispered. "Flying?"
"Don't bitch to me about it," the villain said, with more snap than they'd intended. They took a swig from the bottle of something they'd picked up inside. It was awful, just like everything else. "This is the world your boss made. No more powers. No more battles. You and me, free to be normal teenagers."
The hero looked down. "He wouldn't have done it if your boss hadn't murdered me."
The villain choked mid-sip. The hero gave them a sideways glance. "You didn't know? I mean, maybe I flatter myself, but it was the last thing I remember before everything changed. What it felt like to die."
"Shit," the villain said weakly, for lack of anything better to say. "Huh. Congrats on having the universe rewritten to bring you back?"
"Thanks, I hate it." The hero took the bottle, took a swig and gasped. "That's foul," they sputtered, wiping their mouth. "Speaking of bosses, you seen yours?"
"No. Well, yeah. Sort of." The villain grabbed the bottle back. "She's some kinda CEO now. Said I'm worthless to her now, she has no time for sniveling children, blah blah blah. Normal stuff. You?"
The hero shook their head. "He might be hiding. Or. He might. Be gone," they said, voice disjointed and jumbled. "There was a reason he didn't rewrite the universe everyday."
Silence fell between them. Inside, a new song had come on and the other kids were screaming along to the chorus. Something about being a teenage dirtbag, baby.
The hero looked over to the villain, tears in their all-too-human eyes. "I'm not going after her. If that's what she sent you to find out. I'm not gonna try and arrest her or attack her for killing me in an alternate timeline." They raised their hands, laughed again. "What could I possibly do now?"
"Hm. Well, finance undergrad, law school, government service, take over the SEC, give it teeth, and then in just 15 years you're primed to use teeth to rip your enemies apart where it hurts- their bank accounts," said the villain promptly. "Just to spit ball it out there."
The hero looked at them - actually looked at them - for the first time. "Oh damn," they said. "You hit the ground running."
The villain leaned in again, dropping a hand over the hero's. Sort of to hold them in place. Sort of just to hold them. "Join me. Or don't. We can make this, like, normal teenagers hating each other if you're more comfortable than that. We can fist fight right here."
The hero looked at the villain like they'd lost their mind, tried to pull away. "What is wrong with you?"
"Same thing that's wrong with you." The villain held on. "You're the only other one who remembers what we were, what we did. I don't want to be alone. And, God, you died? Do you want to go somewhere talk?"
The hero looked down at the protagonist's hand on their theirs. "Yes," they said, in a high, broken whisper. "Let's get out of here."
After that they were inseparable. At least, until the world changed again.
lessons learned...
so... today i have learned the following:
-that Lamictal sucks. it takes away my high, it makes my nose stuffy and makes me eat like a pregnant heiffer... that which i am not.
-that GAK must be made with Elmers glue... seriously. it wont work with the cheap stuff.
-that homemade playdoh is a ZILLION times easier to make than Gak, and the kiddo loves it more.
-that i like my highs. i get some *winks* and go to sleep late, sleep through the night, and wake up early at 630 refreshed, and can make-coffee-unfriend-120-FB-peeps-clean-the-bedroom-unmake-the-bed-put-the-blankets-and-pillows-in-the-wash-and-dryer-feed-the-frog-surf-pinterest-for-twenty-yoga-plans-and-scrub-the-toilets all within about an hour...
but when i take that d@mn Lamictal i freakin CRASH. it was at 10 i finally took it, b/c i knew, i just KNEW it would kill my high. and it did. at 1220 i was telling kiddo to go watch some tv on the ipad and Mommee is taking a nap. i slept for a whopping 30 minutes (who can sleep with a kid in the house, alone anyway?). this is an evil drug. hate it hate it hate it. three hours later, it finally wears off - "drivers, start your engines!... and they're off!"
i come out of the fog and make s'mores for the kiddo, drag her to the grocery store, pick up the four things i need, head over to the drug store for a return, go home, mangle the Gak recipe, and make three batches of play doh stuff. and i realize i am brilliant- as i think of a zillion new yoga classes i can totally teach, invent a new seat cover for the kiddo so she doesnt burn her arse off in this heat, and plan out next years garden in our new home (which, of course, we havent actually bought yet... but i digress... ). life is good - well, except for the whole stuffy nose thing, STILL.
again -i hate the Lamictal. its worse than the Seroquel, which is going away next week (commence countdown- night 8... tonite). i cant tell if the other one, the Risperdal -i hate spelling that- if its working or if its the one that chops me down. although, i can totally pinpoint the two hour half life of the Lamictal... so im blaming it. the good doc says that the hives are a sun sensitivity from both meds, and that my aches and pains are from the highs -HA! i laugh at the thought. tooooooooo baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. i like my highs. i said that. oh well - i DO.
what else?... ... ...
OH -i dislike immensely the saying that "you should do what you dislike doing first..". only a-holes do this, i have decided. i cleaned the upstairs bathroom- like, scrub-the-doorknobs-and-lightswitches-with-a-toothbrush cleaned. i LIKE doing them - they are small, i know where everything goes, and it is DONE and i move on. even the master bedroom is okay. it is the dining room/office and living room i DESPISE. there is just NOT enough room, and too much CR@P. they are still not done. neither is the laundry to put away (not even WASH, just put away!) or the sewing (yes, i mend things... when i want to be cheap... ).
i have a brilliant idea again... i salvaged a tv stand from a front yard curb, and i am going to repurpose it as a scrap corner! whahoo!!! cant wait. it is a project for my niece and i for the summer. cant wait to pick out colors- i am thinking tiffany blue and black. love that. and i love blue, and black. this also will be in my new house, in my new office and craft room. oh - i do so love a good fantasy.
okay. rant closed.
I have to say I highly recommend this book, I am totally hooked. Can't put it away, it is just so interesting and gives you the impression that you really were there. Everything is so delicately written. Like Sayuri is sitting face to face with you, telling the story herself. How I love this book!
User guide to your INFJ
Your INFJ comes with:
One (1) crystal ball
One (1) social mirror
Five hundred (500) calendars
Unlimited stock of fears and worries
Features:
Ni: This feature makes the INFJ able to think of any consequence of their action, making them seem psychic. Ni also leads to sudden realizations.
Fe: This feature makes the othervwise socially awkward INFJ able to socialize by mimicing the features of their interlocutor. Fe does sometimes fail. When this happens make sure the INFJ doesnt start digging a hole for themself to live in.
Ti: This feature makes the INFJ able to overanalyse the crap out of people, pay too much attention to insignificant detail and read too much into said detail.
Se: This feature is the INFJs appendix. You should might consider to have this feature removed, as it causes the INFJ to occasionally overeat, oversleep, binge drink etc. Call the service number for advice if this is wanted.
Care:
Food: The INFJ may forget to eat, and they may overeat. When your INFJ haven eaten in a long time, suggest that they should eat something. They will appreciate this and take it as a sign of care. However, do not speak about their overeating. EVER.
Sleep: Your INFJ will (usually) make sure to get enough sleep. The exception is if they are in a particularly stressful period. In such periods they might end up pulling all-nighters, or they might just sleep to avoid the stressful problem.
Hygiene: Your INFJ will have an ok hygiene. This is because of their fair of smelling or in other ways making themselves look bad to other people. With some INFJs this will comepletely change if they are alone for the day. They might forget that brushing their teeth is even a thing.
Stress: If the INFJ is put under too much pressure and get stressed, the INFJ might: a) become emotionally cold, forget essential needs and become too focused on work. b) overindulge in certain activities, like watching a lot of TV, overeating, binge drinking etc.
Other needs: Your INFJ will need hugs and words of affirmation. However, they will usually not initiate it or ask for it. As much as they hate to admit it, they also need advice sometimes. If your INFJ seems to be having troubles with opening up, you can always give them some alcohol. NB: your drunk INFJ may just end up handing you all the drinks. This is because they fear being the drunkest one at the party.
Relationships with other units:
NTs: Your INFJ might feel intimidated by the xNTJs, but usually love the company of xNTPs.
NFs: In interaction with other xNFJs, the INFJ and the other unit will usually just mirror each others behaviour, opinions and feelings. It usually works out fine. In company with certain NFPs the INFJ will sometimes feel scared to voice an opinon. With other NFPs this isnt an issue at all.
SPs: The INFJ will usually get along ok with the SPs, but might get tired of their need for adrenaline, as this will tire out the INFJs Ni.
SJs: Your INFJ will usually get along great with xSFJs. The xSTJs, like the xNTJs, might intimidate the INFJ.
FAQ:
There seems to be a problem with my INFJ’s speech, how can i fix this? Theres nothing wrong with your INFJ. Not being able to speak properly is one of the INFJ’s “charming” characteristics. You can however give the INFJ something to write on, and they will comminicate like a poet.
Why is my INFJ so emo? We are trying to fix this problem, but have not found a cause yet. When this is fixed, there will be a softwere update available.
My INFJ is being really socially awkward and asking me weird and boring questions, what should i do? Nothing. The INFJ will usually be very stressed out when talking to new people. This will get better as your INFJ feels more comfortable around you.
My INFJ is just like me, does this mean i am an INFJ myself? Nah bro, they want you to think you’re alike.
Can my INFJ read minds? What no ofc not huh hehehe ehm hehe…..
My INFJ knows things about me haven’t told it. Has it developed AI? We are aware of this feature in the INFJ, but can’t offer any answer to how they do it.
My INFJ has been sitting in the corner of their room staring into the air for three days. What should i do? In this situation you have a few possible solutions: a) Let your INFJ sit there. They will get back to normal in not too long… (hopefully) b) Give your INFJ chocolate and hugs . c) introduce your INFJ to an ENTP. The INFJ will hopefully get so distracted from their thoughts that they forget all about them. d) try turning your INFJ off and on again.
i am shrunken down and brought to the gnome world and when i attempt to assimilate to their culture I use an acorn cap as a hat and they all laugh cheerfully at my silly mistake of wearing what they use as a bowl like a cap and though this is a transgression that would have humiliated me in my human life I am instead laughing alongside them at my humorous misunderstanding
an au thats been circling my mind for weeks
I had a vision. Ford and engie…gravity falls au…all connected…
Sorry for the low quality.
omfg
Neighbor!Simon who can't help but roll his eyes the moment he hears the annoying peppy music play at exactly 9:30 every morning through the paper thin walls.
Though he's already been up for hours he missed being able to enjoy his coffee and newspaper quietly.
Simon hearing the bumping and thudding as you get ready for your day and slamming the door on your way out.
Hearing you every time talk on the phone, laughing loudly and talking a million miles a minute.
You getting excited after the multiple failures to strike up a conversation, he finally tells you his name.
Knowing when you came back home by the smell of your dinner wafting through the air vents. He can't deny it made his stomach ache as he munched on his leftover takeout.
His silent appreciation of how you become silent at a decent hour, seemingly out of respect for the quiet hours of the building.
Holding his breath whenever he opening the doors and whispering a prayer hoping not to run into you again and get held hostage in a thirty minute conversation.
How he has begun to memorize your schedule from the types of sounds resonating from your unit so he could dodge you in the halls.
He had to stop using the apartment gym after learning your enjoyment of the treadmill to blow off steam after a long day
As well as your habit of forgetting your headphones causing you to chatter about nonsense the whole time.
Resorting to running a few blocks around the neighborhood instead.
One day jogging his route and catching you in the corner of his eye, hanging on the arm of some guy, around the corner of the building
The irritation rising in him as he considered the noises he would be hearing tonight.
Coming home and taking a shower. When he shuts off the water he hears more noises from across the wall. He can hear you... crying?
He remains still as he hears you sob in your own bathroom, mumbling incoherently to yourself, followed by a few sniffles then starting the shower.
Him, unable to control the pang of sympathy that tightens his chest.
Starting to feel bad about the constant avoidance he decides to let himself be caught up in your conversation in the hallway.
Going to the gym but only on rainy days, and letting you yap on about your friends and how work was going.
Feeling excited when he recognizes a song through the shared wall. Maybe it wasn't that annoying.
One night hearing more strange noises while he sits reading a book in bed.
He hears a quiet whimpering making him feel bad again as it gradually grows louder.
Realizing the whimpering is not from tears when he can make a distinct word clearly slip through the layers of drywall and paint. separating your bed from his.
"S-simon.."
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A/N: Consider this a 2.5 part to my neighbor!Simon series so far. If this is sloppy I apologize, I am two glasses of wine deep on an empty stomach. I needed to put out something. Simon has been haunting me. Also, I'm sorry part two is taking so long. My mother-in-law has been in town and it's hard to get writing done when there is an extra guest in the house. If you want to be added to a taglist lmk! I believe I am 3/4 done with part two now. <3
Criminals impersonating royals, nobles, leaders, military members, government officials, public officials, famous people, persons of interest to the media...
You already know everything it's so clear!
You're the perfectly programmed enemy automate.
You already know your run.
Execute.
just found these edits of sims!jack in my drafts from JUNE. sjdkfskdfjlsfjkdl. sul sul!
"You'll never know how what sort of love they had for each other"--my favorite part ❤️
Mike: I saw the ‘Lennon’ play before I came over here and Our Kid comes out of it a wet and rather weedy character, which is absolute bullshit, you know.
Int: Not long after John died, I heard that at a showing of ‘Let It Be’, the audience booed Paul…
Mike: Tragic. That really is tragic because you’ll never know how what sort of love they had for each other. You didn'tneed to put it into words. So it’s sad. And I found the ‘Lennon’ thing, the ‘Lennon’ play in Liverpool, it’s equally sad in the fact that it wasn’t like that for one. They had a healthy regard for each other. John, in his own inimitable style, was like a brother in many respects…trying to tell Our Kid things and communicate with all his things, but you know, Johnny chose, ‘cause that’s the way he was, to put it in public. He chose to wash his dirty linen in public. But you’ll notice Our Kid never answered back, never replied because just as John has his right to do it his way, Our Kid also has his right to do it his way. But it doesn’t mean just 'cause you don’t get in a ring that you’re not–it doesn’t mean that you’re a coward.