#﹫planet-dilly

[witchblade]

what is with the children thing

#i mean i guess the you know. living in the future. children. save da planet #but that did not pan out for my experience of the film my takeaway from advent children was dilly dallying and shilly shallying

[hail-brod]

A Chance and Beyond (1)

Next chapter: (Chapter 2)

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Loki x FReader

Set after the events of Thor: Ragnarok and begins with Infinity War when the spaceship containing Thor and the other Asgardians were spared from the supposed attack of Thanos. Meaning, Loki is alive. But the threat still looms.

(Also, let's just pretend Hela didn't destroy Mjollnir :DD)

Spoilers for Loki season 2!

Warning/s: Just some cursing

WC: 3.3k

When you realized that your existence is in great trouble, you do your best to find a way to get back to where you were previously encapsulated as a time criminal. After all, they're the reason why you're fucked. But, seems like you'll be needing the Avengers' help first. And Loki's.

"What the fuck."

Was all Tony Stark could managed to say after being abruptly interrupted by a terrifyingly distorted figure appearing right in front of him, evidently disrupting the banter he was having with the so-called God of Mischief, Loki. The other avengers surrounding the two men were no different, frozen on their spot as they gather round in the sophisticated compound, loss for words at the woman who happens to appear uninvited.

You stood there breathless.

Without any second thoughts, they made their move directing a fighting stance at you, as if expecting a sudden attack. Just what you'd expect from the Earth's mightiest heroes.

Minus Loki.

Though, not without a hint of confusion delighting their faces.

After you had successful regain your balance, although still dreading the feeling of being ripped apart through time, you slowly flayed your hands up in defeat. Panting, you surveyed around.

You were in the Avengers' compound.

"What...in the hell was that?" the one who seemed to have said that was actually the only one hesitant to attack you, knuckles upfront him with an obvious unsureness as his eyes warily scanned you. Gaping, he continued. "Did I...Did I hallucinate that or...? Oh, god, am I going mad?"

"I don't believe that is the case here, Banner." boomed Thor, holding out Mjollnir threateningly. Eyes stern at your panting form.

Alright, how fortunate to see a very familiar face.

"I hope so. Or else, I might as well decide that being on a whole different planet for a whole year and being part of a godly family crisis has already altered my mind in many different ways."

"Bruce, calm down." a bearded blonde man with a shield said. Steve Rogers. You recall. "Just be thankful that isn't the case here because it certainly isn't."

You wish you could snort at the exchange but you have other matters to focus on at the moment. Though, you held Banner's terrified gaze with a wary of your own as you think for a moment who Banner is but you brush it aside.

You can't afford to dilly-dally with such questions and just preferably, avoid starting a needless fight.

With Stark now a few steps back from you, hands enclosed in his iron red gauntlet with the center of his palm alight, he eyed you suspiciously. He pointed at you, threatening to blast you on your spot. Not even sliding the chance to put out a snarky comment. "I don't know about that Cap. I think we've all gone mad."

"Shut it, Tony." the blondied woman in a black armored and leather suit remarked, eyeing the freaked out Banner. "Now's not the time."

He only gave her a stern look before returning it back to you, although not without muttering something under his breath. You can almost make out the mocking smile he had before seriously staring you down.

That's also when you perfectly noticed the raven haired God at your other side. Just like Stark, he was a few steps away. Your hands were still in the air as you didn't waste a second to slowly shift your eyes to the God who you we're just with a few hours ago.

Technically, it isn't him and also, you're not even certain if that was a few hours ago. TVA has victoriously displaced your sense of time and you have no choice but to set that aside for now.

First and foremost, let's not die in the hands of these worldly — and otherworldly — renowned superhuman Midgardian people.

"That was no sorcery." was all Loki could utter, blaring a suspicious glare at you. At this point, you can say that everyone here is glaring daggers at you with so much suspicion after just witnessing you appear uncannily right in front of their eyes. Loki's trusty daggers points at you with such intensity that you can't help but freeze on your spot entirely. You garner that moving further might just cause him to pounce on you and successfully cut your throat out.

Such a Loki trait. You consciously note. At the same time, it pricks a sense of oddness to you.

"For once, I can agree with you." this time, it was the man in a red cape. His hands projecting a some sort of fiery circular engravings — Or markings, it seems — that you were not familiar with. Although, it did felt familiar. "Who are you and why have you come here?"

Finally asking the right questions, everyone else anticipated your response.

"I'd really thought you'd ask how I did get here but, fine." your attempt at settling everything down with a little humor earned nothing. You only strained a smile. "You can put your guard down now. I doubt I can even inflict damage to any of you when I am outnumbered, don't you think?" You say with a nervous shrug.

"Wait.." Thor started. "You are an Asgardian."

Ah.

"Wait, what now?" a conflicted Banner turned to him with a frown. "Where did that come from?"

"Her clothing." it was Loki. Tilting his head, he slightly squinted at you. You can already feel their movements break from their stance but nonetheless, was still on guard. "But I wouldn't want to jump to conclusions if I were you, brother. A lie or two is easy to miss." he says that in a lowered and slick tone, eyes prying deep in your existence.

"Good preach, God of Lies, but why don't you myth brothers figure something out if she'll massacre us or join the party. Is that good or is that impossible?" Stark commands.

"That's-" Thor tries to say.

"I can do that." Oh no.

Without hesitation, Loki readies to attack you with a knowing smirk. You want to say that you expected that but in terms of fighting physically between you and him, he always precedes. Except when it comes to sorcery.

Yet, his daggers haven't spelt your doom when suddenly, you fell.

You fell and landed in a bright room enclosed with the very bright color of white. Norns, help me. At this point, I'm not even surprised if Midgardian structures could be capable of blinding me. Humans and their taste in design.

Before you could jump to assumptions whether you time-slipped again, you heard the sound of sizzling above you as you turn to look only to see a yellow ring close.

Oh. You thought. Of course. How can I forget that doctor wizard and his parlor tricks? I can do better than that.

But before you could prove it to no one in particular by trying to dematerialize a wall for your way out, which you expected to be unbreakable because, well, this is the Avengers' territory — you felt the familiar twist of your body as you closed your eyes, getting ready for what's to come. You're time-slipping. Again.

When you opened your eyes, you don't know if you should be relieved or not because you were still in the same spot.

I am seriously starting to despise this more than anything. You say in your mind, cranking your head in pain.

As if the universe has heard your impulsive thoughts for wanting to pride yourself as the better sorcerer, one episode of time-slipping has managed to avert your thoughts to a different one. There's really no point in trying to escape when you'll be thrown off eventually to a different timeline thus, relieving you off of this situation. At least you hope you'll have that kind of luck, considering that you're here imprisoned and untrusted by heroes. For the meantime, you painfully have a lot of questions.

The fact that you are time-slipping outside of TVA is making you feel wary and disoriented.

Not just that, because you're not being tossed around through time in one place like before in TVA, but because you're being tossed around in different branches of time. You can't help but overthink, a blooming panic erupts in you. If what you heard from Ouroboros was true, about the possibility of being lost to time, then maybe you can consider that that's what's occurring to you. Adding to that, how can Loki and the others track you when there's a number of branches exceeding spontaneously and you're amongst one of them — inconsistently appearing through one branch after another.

To hell with this time-slipping phenomenon.

Such thoughts have managed to waver your poised will. You don't want this. After everything that's happened, you're now overwhelmed by incomparable fear, enough to cover the pang of grief that you successfully tried to keep a hold off during the dangers you have encountered. And that causes you to resume the fear of losing something again. If before you've lost the right to exist in your own timeline, then now seems like you're losing more than you could think of.

A chance. The chance to only exist without the burden of being a criminal to time.

The Loki you met ensured you that. And you're scared to lose the hope you unconsciously held so close that he had given you.

You're scared that you're bound to be stuck in time, alone and nowhere to belong to.

You're just a displaced speck of entity in the vast timelines of universes, an error meant to be rid of.

Is this truly the ending that you deserve?

Just lost to time. For eternity.

After everything that you've been through, you think of the fact that your Nexus event was a fickle thing in the grand scheme of things. A mere sentiment, and now it's a fault that you apparently cannot undo.

Would you have regret it?

Ah. You think. That's the problem,

I don't.

For the love of Buri, what is happening?

You have already time-slipped thrice in a row now, and you're still where you stood afoot a few minutes ago.

You hitched your breathing as you relished the acquainted feeling of distortion, you exhaled in distraught. Your mind trying to run a million miles per second thinking of an explanation on the same bloody concept of time as well as your timely old friend, time-slipping. Marvelous.

But before you could sit down and relax on the cushions edging on two sides of the opposite walls which levels above your knee, you caught in the corner of your eye the wall you tried to dematerialize earlier; now fading from white to being transparent like glass.

And behind the glass wall stood your captors.

You tried to ground yourself with the wall beside you, but you pushed your body to the side so that you can at least have the decency to look like you aren't struggling so much. Because you definitely aren't.

"Good catch." remarked Stark. "We have so much going on today with Earth being threatened by a goofy alien that's apparently so much more dangerous than we could know — and now, you add more questions and trouble to that just for appearing out of nowhere like a grated spaghetti."

You almost missed the way the blonde woman rolled her eyes at Stark's words but nonetheless, you focus on what he said.

Earth being threatened by an alien.

"Do you mean to say... Thanos?" you ask. Doubtlessly aware of his feats and reputation in your timeline. Their heads perked up at the mention of the said Titan.

"You know of him?" quite surprised at the familiar voice, you turn to look at Thor.

Parting your lips with slight hesitation, you reply. "No. No, I do not. At least, not personally. He is called the Mad Titan, a galactic conqueror. Tis but a.... common knowledge where I come from."

"Which is Asgard, is it not?" Loki tauntingly says.

Oh, well.

He eyes you in victory for having caught your lie and the foolish words you had unintentionally slip. But he continued. "Or perhaps, my brother and I are mistaken to assume that you are a kin of our people. As well as considering that of your knowledge of this Mad Titan, you seem to know more than just that." you slightly stiffened, noting the lofty tone he had, slowly strutting his way forward with his hands tucked behind him. "Keep hiding your secrets but your eventual lies will get you nowhere when I'm here, imposter."

"Brother..."

"No, no, let him. It's great that we have a lie-detector in the team." Stark muses, earning an unamused head shake from Rogers.

Your gaze lingers a tad bit longer than you intended to at the raven-head, deciding whether you should even admit your unruly situation to them and potentially double their troubles a hundredfold by stating that their lives are also in danger from a timeless phenomenon and being at risk for the possible collapse of their existence altogether.

Probably not a good idea.

Moreover, you don't want to let yourself fall in the luxury of pitting yourself with fellow Asgardians and perhaps attain the old life you had when you woefully know that you have no place in any kind of reality no more. Your heart clenches at that.

But how can you possibly deny your origin and the non-sorcery distortion materialization, also called—

Your body aches and twists as you grit your teeth, shutting your eyes and reliving the ripping portion of this damned time-slip. As it ended, your breath wavers as you pant, shoulders crooked at the fleeting sensation it brought. Expecting that maybe you have been transported to another timeline, you peek one eye out.

You see the same faces and surroundings except this time, their reaction contorts to a series of pained and horrified expressions. Even Loki looked uneasy.

You exhale. "Pardon me, that must've been very unsightly." you eventually say.

"That just happened again." Banner gawks.

"Are you alright?" a stern voice asks. You turn to meet the concerned eyes of Rogers. "I assume that doesn't happen normally. Not even for Asgardians." you caught the quick glance he gave at Thor before focusing back on you.

You reply, nodding. "No, no, you're right. This is no common occurrence amongst the people of Asgard. It is simply just.... " you puff your body back up in a poised posture. "No, not simply." you let out a strained chuckle, confliction can be traced on your face. "To be painfully honest and blunt, I am lost through time and I haven't got a clue on what exactly I shall plan to do in these circumstances. Although indeed, I am an Asgardian but, from a different...let's say, reality. So rest assured because I don't plan on harming heroes I've accompanied in battle."

You were ready to receive their doubtful phrases and looks, but the sorcerer who brought you in this cage steps forward. Almost like he disapproved everything you had just mentioned.

"Time-travelling is not something to be tampered with. Unless, you're adept at the arts of time sorcery, and to be able to manipulate it without damaging our reality is rather a big feat for a sorcerer." he explains. This time, he frowns at you. "But no. Whatever's happening to you, it doesn't feel like magic."

You take in his words, holding his unrelenting stare. "You're right..."

You know Doctor Strange and his capabilities as the Sorcerer Supreme, and as you thought of the fact that he also possesses the Time Stone, maybe you can do something with his help.

Even though you know the chances of successfully using magic against a complication from TVA is way below the odds, you'd wager.

He raises a brow but before he could add more, you spoke. "Time-slipping." you pause, scanning his expression, hoping that maybe someone who knows so much about the expertise of time in terms of magic could help you discover your way back to TVA. Though, his face doesn't show any hint of knowing so you pushed further. "I've been repeatedly tossed around multiple branches of time against my will, but not because I time-traveled. For now all I can say is, I am stuck here in your reality and, well... with a distorting body."

"Great. Sure. Magic and sorcerers exist, even Gods, so why the hell would I not believe anything about time-traveling now? Tell me, Doc, is she making any sense to you?" Stark walks towards the said wizard. You slightly frowned at the tone he used. If this is how Tony Stark reacts to someone he doesn't trust just like how a particular individual mentioned to you, then you're glad that the Stark that you know favored you well.

Not that it matters anymore.

"I've never heard anything about that kind of problem. Especially now you do confirm it doesn't root from magic." the Doctor answers.

Stark hefts up his hands, looking around at everyone else, as if showing that his point has just been proven.

But from the corner of your eye, you noticed the way Loki haughtily rolls his eyes with a sigh and you perfectly know what irked him at that moment.

"As if a second-rate sorcerer could know anything more beyond the complexion of sorcery and time."

The only woman other than you sighs in slight frustration. "Oh, no. Someone please stop him."

If you weren't in a tight spot, you could've laughed at her compliant. Although, that earned her a glare from the trickster with crossed arms. For once in a while, it's nice to see Loki act so indifferently.

Strange only gave the God a pointed look before resting his eyes back on you. "Okay. If what you say is true, time-slipping as you would call it and to consider there's no magic tapping into this, what exactly do you plan on doing now?"

There it is. "I need your help."

"Are you shitting me right now?" Stark loops in.

"Even if with just your help, Doctor Strange. Please." you plead, firmly stepping closer to the glass barrier.

"How can you assure you're not just after something from us, specifically from him." Loki tips his head in Strange's direction. You know well that he caught unto your intentions as he spares a quick glance at the necklace of the said wizard.

Cocky snake.

At that, everyone stares at you sharply that if looks could kill, you'd be a dead corpse that has been stabbed with various types of weaponry magnificently forged by dwarves.

"You're not entirely wrong if you think that I'm after the Time Stone but for argument's sake, there is a reason why it is called the Time Stone." you explain, trying not to waver for being the receiving end to their eventual wrath. For a second, you thought you'd gain another yet of Loki's condescending retortions, but you're surprised that he only eyed you down impassively. Observing you.

Banner joins in. "If you admit it and put it like that then, I don't even know if you're lying or not anymore." he sits down on one of the metallic chairs by the semi-circular machinery in the middle of the room. "Even though that last part sounded dumb for an excuse; which is exactly why I'm having second thoughts."

"That's... I appreciate that — I think." you say, slightly frowning. It is dumb. You don't blame him though.

He gives you a tight-lipped smile which disappears immediately. "Yeah, no, it's fine."

Stark looks at him incredulously, as if he truly felt betrayed. "Bruce, what the hell?"

The others quirk confusingly at the exchange before you spoke again. "But to be clear again, that wasn't an excuse. Not for deception, at least."

It actually didn't sit quite well with you that the one who usually loves to deceive is standing idly in silence when you mentioned his expertise.

But you know that calculating gaze of his.

"Fine." you bat an eye at the person who spoke. "But you are to be restrained until we deem you trustworthy. One wrong step and you might just end up somewhere other than a cell."

A weight lifts up from your chest, somehow. You eye Strange in relief, almost a hint of exhaustion engulfs your expression but you blink it away. "I am grate-"

Your body contorts and twists once again.

Next chapter: (Chapter 2)

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Ko-fi?

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[sapphicbookclub]

Author Spotlight: Louisa Vidal

Starting out November strong with a guest post from Louisa Vidal, author of club read Trash Planet Confidential! Read on to see why Vidal appreciates genre fiction.

The Joys of Getting Goofy with Genre 

Genre fiction can be easily dismissed by those immune to its charms. But any fan knows that it’s often a method used to examine the biggest issues in the world and find a fresh angle on them. Science fiction itself has an impossibly rich canon of visionaries like Octavia Butler, Ursula K. le Guin, Anna Kavan, and Nicola Griffith, here to shock, educate, and inspire us. It can also be an excuse for intense silliness: make pretty girls green, stick a rubber mask on a dog and make it an alien, go for a joy ride in an asteroid shower. 

When I got the prompt from Space Fruit Press that their 2023 queer romance anthology was going to be sci-fi themed, I’d like to tell you I immediately sprung into researching astrophysics and extra-terrestrial biology. Being well-read in the sciences is hot, right? But while I don’t mind a dilly-dally with quantum theory now and then, I knew what I really wanted to write about: Space Lawyers. 

In the Venn diagram of my love of science fiction and legal dramas, the overlap is the procedural stuff. This is the backbone of Star Trek - the detail of people just doing their jobs, or trying to, while their colleagues drive them crazy by letting tribbles on board or ripping open a portal into another dimension. This is not a million light years away from the crime TV and film (I’m old enough to have lived through the John Grisham adaptation era), where the storyline may have involved murder, corruption, or the Mafia, - the core of the action is also workplace drama. 

For my story, Trash Planet Confidential, I made a stack of my favourite legal eagle tropes - class differences, enemies joining together for a noble cause, archive-digging - then stuck them on a rocket and propelled them into outer space. The world-building came easy once I knew I was writing about main characters from very different socio-economic backgrounds,  who were also both ambitious lawyers; that one of them was also bright green was a pleasing aesthetic addition, and making her politically powerful was a reclamation of the Sexy Green Alien Space Slave cliché. 

As a reader of queer romance, I glory in the subversive power of a happy ending. In science fiction, the world the creator shapes is only lightly bound by the laws of physics, and in the fantasy of legal dramas, lawyers can fight on the side of good and win. For all that quantum physics can provide solace, so too can lesbian sex scenes. Having the freedom to have fun is a part of romance that queer women and femmes deserve, too. 

- Louisa Vidal (Goodreads) Trash Planet Confidential

#wlw books #booklr #lgbt books #book recs #sapphic books #diverse books #scifi #guest post

[lunamochii]

a new star

neteyam te sully tseyk’itan x fem!reader

warning; age up neteyam (22), events on the stories happened after the war on metkayina, grammatical and spelling errors

author’s notes; Hello! This is my second series, I was supposed to write a lo’ak x metkayina series but decided to push it behind and make this first. This’ll have a spoilers for the lo’ak series but not that much.

Feebacks + reblogs with tags are appreciated!🤍

Prologue

With the advances of the sky people they are now also able to produce a avatar that looks like from the people of metkayina. It was a project that they were planning from the start upon discovering a new type of specie in Pandora. Several people have participated and have given their DNA, you were one of it. Not like you know, it was your parents plan. RDA offered big amount of money and your parents badly needed it. Force by it you have no other choice but abide to them. Now you’re off to a planet that you have always known only through the news and articles. What awaits for you in there?

Chapter 1 | The Pandora

The school bell rang hinting that it’s time for you teacher that have been blubbering their mouth even though no one is listening. Immediately packing your things, you made your way out and there you saw your friends waiting for you.

“Finally! Let’s go grab some pizza!”

You’re friend Nate said ushering you and the others to hurry up, you rolled your eyes and smack him on the head.

“We are supposed to meet those government people, remember?”

You said making the boy in front of you frown.

“Still it is a surprise you agreed so willingly..”

Fara the other female on your friend group said and you shake your head letting out a sigh as you start walking ahead of them.

“What am I supposed to do? Both of them are so hardheaded.”

Nate and Fara just pat your shoulder as the three of you got inside your car. Those men in black told your group to meet them at their company. The reason of Nate on why his also in this, it’s because his family badly need the money and for Fara she doesn’t really need the money.

She’s going because she doesn’t want to lose you. You guys have been friends for so long plus she doesn’t have any family left.

When you got there, the three of you are amaze to see how big and tall the building is. Going inside you notice that there’s not that many people, you went to the front desk and told the woman in charge that Parker Selfridge wants to meet you, Nate and Fara

“This way please”

The woman guided you and when all of you got on the elevator, it was dead silence that one tiny movement will be heard. You look at Nate and his just scrolling on his phone while Fara is scribbling something on her notebook. You shuffled on your pocket and found the bracelet that is broken which you always carry, it belong to Mira. Your friend. Who was killed when her house was raid all because her father smuggled some drugs. She loved Pandora, always telling you how she always wish to be born there.

She loved that planet more than her life in here, some call her freak for that but she didn’t pay any attention. She wish to witness in her own eyes the scenery in there. Sadly she died in the most painful way, you remembered how you blame her father, he never loved Mira. How many times have your friend called just because her father is beating her up?

You can’t count it.

“We’re here”

Brought back from your thoughts you saw a man sitting inside the office, the entire floor is his office.

“Oh finally! Come, let’s get you three see your avatars.”

The three of you exchange looks

“No dilly dally!”

You guys ran up to him and followed him inside a room and it was full of holograms, you recognize this. It’s Pandora. Parker walk through a hologram and press something and you’re on full view of species you saw on the news. Instead of blue it’s more of sky blue. Two females and one male.

“That is your avatar. They are different from the ones we have made, with our technologies and intelligent scientist we have manage to make a avatar in the form of Metkayina. Take note, we used to make avatars with five fingers, similar to what our hands look like. But that, it has four fingers. Making it look like full na’vi.”

Parker exclaimed you heard Nate and basing on his voice his excited. Fara on the other hand is feeling more nervous.

“Na’vi?” Fara ask

“That’s the civilization living on the Pandora. This man..” Parker press a button and someone appeared

“I know this man..”

You uttered and remembering it correctly he once appeared on a article you were reading and it said he was once a human but now he turned to a full na’vi.

“Jake Sully. I know you guys are familiar with his name, the traitor of the human race.”

You really didn’t like how he said that but you kept it to yourself, you listen to what he says and have learned that tomorrow you guys will begin your journey to Pandora. It will take 6 years to arrive and you will be kept in a cryosleep, it will not make you age. So technically, you are leaving the earth 22 years old and will still be 22 when you arrive but you’re technically 28.

“Once you get there, you will be kept on the base for months not too far from the Awa’atlu where Jake Sully is said to be living now. You will need to be used to your avatar body by the time you’ll be send to spy on the clan.”

Parker said then he turn around and face the three of you, you felt Fara’s fingers gripping on your shirt sensing how nervous she is, you held her hand to help her calm.

“Now, I hope the three of you are more smart than Jake. Don’t ever betray the mankind.”

+ timeskip 6 years, where they are already entering the Pandora +

Like being woken up from a deep slumber you let out a groan when you felt yourself getting pulled away from something or more like where you are laying is being pulled. Blinking twice before your sight gets clearer your jaw drop at how many people are there on this ship, you saw Nate and Fara just getting out of the capsule you were just in and the two of them also had the same reaction.

“People who agreed to take part of avatar simulation, please come here!”

A normal reaction for a person who have gone to space should be full of excitement but you can’t seem to get yourself to be excited.

“Fara! Nate!”

You called their attention and they immediately move their body towards where you are and the three of you look at each other before laughing. If you remember correctly, the three of you spent your last days on Earth eating and drinking everything you can consume, knowing full well that you won’t be able to taste it anymore.

“Last call for the people who agreed to take part on the project!”

“Come!”

Nate exclaimed and all of you immediately went to the woman you also notice it’s mostly people around your age. A door opened and you saw that you guys can walk and not just float around. You nodded to Fara and the two of you entered the room. After everyone else got inside, the door shut down and you are now in a room of six.

“I take it that everyone of you knows what you signed up for. This is not a kid’s game or so whatever. All of you needs to take this seriously.”

You nodded and so did everyone making the woman before you to continue

“The six of you will be sign to be spread out on different clans of metkayina-“

“Wait what?!” One person exclaimed and the woman glared at them

“Obviously you didn’t read the manual that was sent ahead of time before you traveled here.”

Biting your lower lip, you glance at Fara who appears to be more nervous than ever but you saw how Nate wrap his arm around her shoulders making you sigh in relief. He knows enough how to calm Fara.

“As I was saying, you will be spread out throughout different clans and when you get there. You only have to say you were from ‘Ta’unui’ it is one of the clans we have took over.

She proceed to show a video on a screen where the soldiers destroyed their home, your eyes darted at the date below and it already has happened many years ago. Then the next clip showed how the humans built their own camp and guessing by it, you and the others will be staying for months.

“Now, change your clothes and ready for the insertion to Pandora.”

Looking out from the window, you can see the planet Pandora. It look very much like the Earth except it is not dying. You felt sick knowing you’ll be a part of the cause of it’s destruction. If only you are strong enough to talk back to your parents.

*flashback to the day you were informed*

“Mom, who’s this men?”

Sitting down at your living room, there are 6 men and all of them are carrying a brief case. Your eyes almost got out of your eye socket when you saw the money. Your parents squealed in happiness.

“You should inform your daughter. Along with the money, here’s a manual on what she would need to learn. She must learn the na’vi language before going to Pandora.”

Your head snapped to where the voice came from and you turn again to face your parents and the two of them look at you. No, they are glaring at you. After sending the men out, your mother throw the manual at you.

“Learn that. Be useful for once in your life.”

You scan the pages and you felt your self crumbling, you heard about the RDA Company searching for people who wants to volunteer to take part of their project. Another test drive for their newly invent avatars.

“Did you two decide this? Why..”

You heard your father scoff before taking a sip of his coffee

“What? You’re our child. We get to decide what’s good for you.”

“Good for me? Really? Because to me it is more like good for the both of you! How can you do this?! Do you even care for what I feel?!”

Your mother went up to you and slap you across your face

“What are you bitching around? Didn’t you always wanted to be there? Together with your freak friend? Oh wait, you’re the only one who can witness it now!”

Your blood boil at what your mother said and glared hard at her before storming off. You have always known that something’s wrong when you saw pamphlet of RDA laying on your house. But to think they will go this far.. you hit the steering wheel of your car before driving off. Maybe this is a good sign too.. because finally you are away from them.

*flashback end*

“Welcome to Beach Camp!”

Ironic.

You thought as the ship you were in landed. Grabbing your mask, you put it on and walk towards the exit as it opens, a strong gust of wind engulf you that it almost made you fall down. Shielding yourself from the intense light, you slowly adjust your eyesight and your mouth agape seeing the tall building.

Looking to your side, you saw the avatars the same one you saw back on the office. You heard the leader telling everyone to follow so you did. Getting inside the building, more like it is a camp. The six of you are already assigned to your rooms and you can’t never been more happy that you are with Fara.

“After settling your things down, go to Hilarch Building. There you’ll try out your avatar.”

The woman closes the door and you immediately throw yourself at the bed and let out a sigh. You fet the side of you sank, looking up you saw Fara hugging her self.

“I’m scared Y/N… this is a whole new world to me. To us.”

You got up and hug her close to you

“Hey, me and Nate is here okay? The three of us will stick together. I’ll try convincing them to let us three be together.”

You said trying to assure her, you cup her cheeks and she relaxes to your touch. Nodding her head she excuse her self so she can start unpacking her things, you did the same and when the two of you are done. You got out from your room and walk towards the Hilarch Building, when you entered you removed your mask since it is safe now to breathe the air in here.

You saw the other people that were with you, you held Fara’s hands as you both walk inside. There are six link pods and you squeeze her hand.

You felt somebody tap your shoulder, looking behind you saw Nate smiling at the two of you.

“Goodluck to us.”

“Yeah, goodluck to us.”

You said before laying down on the link pod. The door closes and you did your best not to panick. Remembering the words the people have told you, you close your eyes and forces yourself to sleep.

“Transfer complete. She’s waking up.“

“Pulse is good, heart beat is stable. She just opened her eyes!”

Groaning out, you bring your hand towards your face but your eyes widen seeing it only has four fingers. Getting up you saw the people below you. Wait, below?

You got up and shove one on the side as you stare at the mirror before you. Long black hair, blue eyes, teal green or aquamarine colored skin.

“Is this me?”

You uttered and you touch everything you can. Starting from your face down to your waist. Your eyes darted at the tail swaying behind you, making you giggle as you try turn to take a good look at it.

“Okay okay, I know you’re excited and can’t wait but let’s check everything first, alright?”

Finally listening to your surroundings, you sat back down and the scientists have began to their work. After some minutes of checking they finally let you go, a woman guide you to a locker room. Big enough to you size and your jaw drop seeing two people you definitely know who.

“Fara? Nate?”

The two of them stop talking to one another and turn to look at you, it took them two seconds to recognize you and took big steps towards you.

“Y/N!”

“Fara! Nate!”

The three of you hug and begann squealing, it ended up with a laughter then you decided to change from your white hospital dress to a white tank top and black shorts.

“Crazy how they made clothes that fits to our avatars size!”

Fara said heing mesmerized as she chose a gray loose shirt and long pants while Nate chooses a black tank top pairing it with khaki shorts. After changing, the three of you got out and saw the others already playing.

“Gather around guys!”

Lucia, the head of the very very first people to accept this project. If you count you are up to 14 avatars, including those who have been here long before you. Also, today marks the start of your training

“Your forms are very similar to metkayina. You might be wondering why they look different to the forest na’vi, the ones you have known throughout your life”

She began talking as she walk around infront of you

“The metkayina people live by the sea, their bodies have adapt to the water in order to survive. Now, all of you also have to get used to their daily life.”

She stop in front of you then averted her gaze to the others, she pointed at her side and you followed it. You saw something in the water, swimming.

“Those are called ilu’s. Metkayina people rides them in order to travel faster under water. We’ll show you how to ride them in the next few days, for now we’ll teach you how to take longer breaths.”

You are more excited to ride the ilu but you know better than to break the rules. Lucia began to group you up and luckily you are with Nate and Fara

“The three of you follow me”

Lucia got your attention as you follow her towards the big rock in the middle of the water. The wall circling the camp is quite big that it occupies a certain amount of the sea.

She dive right into the water and when she resurfaced again, she signaled you to follow her.

“Well? Let’s enjoy ourselves! Woohhooo!!”

Nate shouted before running and diving into the water and he let out a cheer once his back up, you held Fara’s hands and the both of you ran.

You felt the water engulfing your body and when you opened your eyes, you couldn’t help but be mesmerized at the scenery before you. At your peripheral vision, Fara pointed at something and you saw Lucia urging you to follow her

When you got to the rock, she’s already sat down waiting for all of you. You sat down not too far from her then followed by Nate and Fara.

“How old are you ahmm miss Lucia?”

You smack Nate and he look at you with a shock expression

“What?!”

“That’s not a question you ask a woman!”

He scoff and crosses his arms, Lucia can only let out a soft chuckle

“I’m 30 years old, I was 19 when they took me here.”

“Took?”

Fara couldn’t help but ask because the word ‘took’ sounds weird to her. Lucia just smiled at the three of you then divert the topic, teaching you how to breath. She said this is how the metkayina manage to be under water for how long as they want.

You guys only stop when it’s time to eat and immediately goes back to learning. When it was night time, a specific room was assign only for the avatars where they are kept safe.

You opened your eyes once more and you are back to your human body, you stretch out your arms and body as you got out from the link pod.

“Go back to your rooms. Your activity today will resume tomorrow.”

The woman said and handed you your mask, nodding as a response you grab it and waited for Fara and Nate, once they are out from the pod the three of you put on your mask and walk back towards your room. Nate bid his goodbye since his room is on the other side.

“I like Lucia”

Fara blurted out once she’s comfortable to her bed, you look at her and a smile appeared on your lips. Remember how she gave off the feeling of being a older sister.

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“Me too..”

You said before drifting off to sleep, excited for tomorrow’s events.

#atwow angst #atwow fluff #atwow imagines #atwow fandom #atwow neteyam #atwow x you #neteyam #jake sully #neytiri #lo’ak #sully family #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #avatar the way of water neteyam #neteyam fic #neteyam angst #neteyam x you #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x avatar #neteyam x human reader #lo’ak x oc #lo’ak x y/n #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak x you #avatar the way of water lo’ak #jake sully x you #jake sully x reader #avatar the way of water jake #jake sully x y/n

[olddirtybadfic]

Your Narf is My Drug

The mice have driven me so insane, I wrote a fic with a Kesha parody about it.

It's to the tune of "Your Love is My Drug."

-O-o-O-o-O-

(Brain sits amidst the smoking debris of his latest plan.)

Brain: This is a hot mess we’ve gotten into.

Pinky: (sing-songily) Look at all the shinies! (tosses broken pieces into the air and hops around underneath them as they fall on his head) Zounds, Brain! I caught them all! (laughs hysterically)

Brain: (glares, folds arms) Speaking of hot messes….

(Brain’s vision suddenly turns to slow-motion. He takes in the gliding of Pinky’s supple limbs, Pinky’s lithesome hips swirling like the spirals of Brain’s hypnosis machines. The wreckage rain reflects the light in such a way that Pinky glows to rival the Pleiades.)

Brain: Emphasis on hot….Egad, what am I thinking?! This is preposterous! This is absurd! This is….

(He clutches at his head, as if that would quell the desire flaring up like so many bunsen burners. He finally breaks down at the pile of smashed electronics.)

Brain: Will you never cease that infernal buzzing?! (pounds wickle mousey fists on table)

(The rhythmic buzzing from the broken contraption starts to arrange itself into a poppy synth bassline. The pounding of Brain’s fists on the table provides the beat.)

(First verse) Brain: I feel like Captain Ahab; I’m too sunken in the deep. Emotional repression Is losing me all my sleep.

There’s no time to dilly-dally; My world domination calls. I’m stuck with this dishy dope and Hearing him spew his spurtive squalls!

(Pre-chorus) Our two fates are intertwined; What far-off planets have aligned? This novel factor’s undefined. I can’t get Pinky off my mind!

(Chorus) His narf, his narf, his narf Stole my heart. His narf, his narf, his narf. I say, his narf, his narf, his narf Stole my heart. His narf, his narf, his narf.

(Second verse) His cranium’s harder than gneiss; I’m telling him everything thrice. My mind and heart in vises: I can chart this diacrisis.

I can’t resist his whimsy. All my defenses, flimsy. My schemes will surely be impacted If I go on being so damn distracted!

(Pre-chorus) Our two fates are intertwined; What far-off planets have aligned? This sequence is not my design. I can’t get Pinky off my mind!

(Chorus) His narf, his narf, his narf Stole my heart. His narf, his narf, his narf. I say, his narf, his narf, his narf Stole my heart. His narf, his narf, his narf.

(Bridge) I must fight to gain control, But every hour takes its toll. I try so hard to keep my cool But still I fall for this fine fool!

(Pinky comes in, twirling glow sticks. He has painted geometric shapes on himself with non-toxic mouse safe glow-in-the-dark body paint. When he turns around, Brain can see that Pinky has somehow painted a neon yellow line down his own back, ending in a neon pink heart over his butt.)

Pinky: Braaiiiin~ Just a suggestion…. Why don’t we have a bath in some warm salad dressing? Does that sound like some silly-willy fun-fun? Is my fjord your drug? POIT! Your drug? ZORT! Your drug? NARF! Your drug? Is my—FJORD!—your drug?

Brain: No! Pinky, you’ll get us copyright-stricken!

(Chorus) Oh, Brain! My narf, my narf, my narf Stole your heart! My narf, my narf, my narf! You said my narf, my narf, my narf Stole your heart! My narf, my narf, my narf!

You said my zort, my zort, my zort Is your drug! My zort, my zort, my zort! You said my zort, my zort, my zort Is your drug! My zort, my zort, my zort!

(The buzzing synth line stops.)

Braaiiiiin~ Brainy-cakes… (flirty giggle) Sooooo… (delirious laughter) My narf, my narf, my narf, my narf, is your drug. I like your tail.

(A giant “DMCA” falls on Brain’s head. He crawls out from underneath it, looking especially worse for wear.)

Brain: I suspect this comedown will be particularly hard.

-O-o-O-o-O-

The abyss is quite inviting if you gaze long enough.

#pinky and the brain #brinky #patb #animaniacs fanfiction #patb fanfic #kesha #song parody #songfic #gay mice

[numinousmysteries]

Vanquish by Wisdom Hellish Wiles (8/9)

On AO3 Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

@today-in-fic

The sun was setting by the time Mulder and Scully made it back to Spartanburg. To avoid being spotted at the house, they parked the car on the next block over and walked the rest of the way. 

Hidden behind a thicket of bushes across the street they watched the house and waited.

Mulder could feel Scully’s fear radiating off her. And although he shared her anxiety—that their son would reject them or that something had happened to him along the way and they’d never see him again—it wouldn’t do them any good to both be too tightly wound to react. 

“We should’ve brought stakeout snacks,” he said. “Remember those disgusting pickle-flavored chips you used to get?”

That got a smile out of her. “Pickle Dilly,” she said. “And they weren’t disgusting, they were delicious. It was a shame we could only find them in the Midwest. It got to the point where I was secretly  hoping you’d pick a case in Iowa so I could get them. I remember your stakeout snack of choice to be much more repulsive.”

“Scully, pork rinds are a reliable source of protein”

“Along with excessive sodium, saturated fat, and a complete lack of  vitamins or minerals. I hope you’re not still eating that garbage,” she said.

He swallowed hard. “Well, I don’t have my in-house doctor in charge of my meals anymore. Maybe if she considered moving back in I’d be able to make better choices.”

Even in the dusk he could see her rolling her eyes. “Let’s talk about that after we figure out what’s going on here.”

“So you’re saying there’s a chance?” Mulder asked, lowering his head and leaning in closer toward her. 

She curled her lips inward and raised her eyebrows at him. He knew better than to push the issue right now, so he just smiled at her and gave her hand a squeeze.

The street they were watching was quiet, but was soon illuminated by the lights of a passing car.

“It’s stopping,” Scully whispered. They watched as the car turned off the road toward the house. 

“How are you feeling, Scully?” he asked. “You ready for this?”

She nodded. “I can handle it.” 

After they saw the car’s lights turn off and heard the front door of the house open and close, they slowly made their way out of the bushes and across the street. 

They had staked out serial killers and genetic mutants but realizing he was about to see his son terrified Mulder even more. His son. The tiny baby he last held only days after his birth was now a teenager. There was no way William would recognize Mulder, but would Mulder recognize his son? Or would he look like a stranger, any random kid he’d pass on the street without a second thought?

Walking ahead of Scully, he retraced his steps to the front door of the house. 

"How're you feeling?" he asked, turning back to her. 

She took a deep breath. "So far, so good."

This time they stormed inside both with guns drawn. The same man was in the study but this time he was joined by a woman they hadn’t seen in years—Monica Reyes. Scully was right. Reyes had betrayed them. There was no sign of William or the smoking man. 

"Where is he?" Mulder shouted.

"I've told you already—" the man started.

"Everything you told me was a lie. You've been working with Spender all along and I know you have my son."

"Mulder,” said Reyes. "We’re prepared to offer you a deal. In exchange for your son, we'll ensure that you both survive colonization.” 

"That's quite the offer," Mulder said. "Wipe out the entire planet and get to watch the world burn with the man who's hell bent on annihilating billions of innocent people. No fucking way."

"What we're offering you, both of you,” Reyes continued, nodding at Scully who kept her gun set on the heavyset man. "Is the chance to survive, alongside your son."

“Monica, how could you do this?” Scully said. “You helped me when William was a baby. You saw what we were up against. How could you join them?”

“Dana, as a doctor and a scientist you should understand. This is an opportunity to be a part of an incredible, conscious-altering journey. By making contact and cooperating with the colonizers, we have a chance to understand the greatest mysteries of the universe. And if you choose to join us, you’ll get to be with William.”

“Don’t you dare talk about our son!” Mulder shouted. “You need to tell us where he is now.” 

He turned to Scully who had put her gun down and was running her fingers along the spines of the books on one of the room's shelves.

"Scully, what're you doing?"

"He's in here."

Mulder turned to look at her while still trying to keep the heavy-set man and Reyes in his peripheral vision. Scully placed both her palms against the books and the shelf rotated open, revealing a room hidden inside. Mulder couldn't see inside from where he stood, but Scully gasped.

"Oh my god," she said. 

"Scully, what is it?"

She didn't turn to face him. He stepped backward trying to get closer to her vantage point while still being able to see the room's other occupants.

"William," she whispered.

"Talk to him if you'd like," the man said, startling both of them. "But he may be harder to convince than you'd hope."

The temptation to see his son was overwhelming and Mulder dropped his gun and joined Scully at the entranceway to the secret room hidden behind the bookshelf.

And there he was. Fifteen years since he'd last seen him and he knew immediately that the teenage boy in front of him was his son. He wore a black hoodie with the hood up but everything he saw was a pure combination of him and Scully. The boy was tall, probably taller than him,  but with Scully's blue eyes and fair complexion. He had Mulder’s angular jaw and nose.  William’s eyes reflected fear and anger and Mulder recognized the expression in himself. 

This isn’t how it should be, Mulder thought. They shouldn’t be reuniting with their son in this nondescript clapboard house in rural South Carolina. They shouldn’t be rescuing him from the men who’d been plotting against them for decades.

"Are you my real parents?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"Oh William," Scully ran to him and wrapped her arms around William. Mulder was hesitant to approach, nervous of scaring off the boy who had gone through so much already in one day.

 "It's us, William," Scully said.

William still seemed tense and he didn't move to touch Scully as she stepped back from their embrace. 

“I know you,” William said, facing Mulder. “I had dreams about you. We’re on the beach—”

“Building sand castles?” Mulder asked.

William stared at him, puzzled.

“I had those dreams, too,” said Mulder. “Even before you were born. I always knew it was you.”

“How?”

Mulder smiled and shrugged. “I don’t know. There’s a chance my exposure to an extraterrestrial virus allowed me to access another level of consciousness but I’d like to believe it’s just because I’m your father and—” 

He paused. “And I love you.”

It was the first time he’s said the words to his son since he left him. He meant those words, he was more sure of them than his own name or the fact that he stood in this room. 

“I–” William started.

“It’s okay,” Mulder interrupted. “You don’t have to say anything. I know you have parents who raised you most of your life, but I need you to know that I love you and I always have. And your mother loves you more than anything in the world.”

Mulder looked to Scully but she was silent, taking in the sight of her son. 

“Are you alright?” Mulder asked William. “We need to get you out of here.” 

"No," William shook his head. "I have to stay here. My grandfather needs me to save the world."

"That's true," a familiar voice said coming from behind them. Mulder and Scully turned around to see the smoking man. His skin looked like melted wax. Monica brought a lit cigarette to the stoma on his neck. 

"You motherfucker!" Mulder shouted. "You should be dead."

"Such language to use in front of your son--and my grandson,” the smoking man said. 

"I'm sure it's nothing compared to whatever horrible things you've been telling him.” 

Scully reached her hand out to Mulder's forearm to calm him down. "You can't use our son like this," she said.

"He's not using me. I want to do this," William said. "He said it's the only way anyone will survive. That we can preserve the greatest accomplishments about humanity this way. 

"That's not true, William," Mulder shouted. "This man is evil. He doesn’t care about humanity. He's using you to save himself at the expense of the entire planet. If you come with us you can help develop a vaccine that can save everyone. There has to be another way. 

“There is no other way,” said William. “They tried to develop a vaccine, but it failed.”

Mulder shook his head. “Scully–your mother can figure it out. And we have you now. You can help us.” 

“Why should I trust you? You gave me up when I was a baby.” 

Mulder turned toward Scully. His stomach dropped. As much they dreamed of reuniting with their son over the past fifteen years, he knew she dreaded this moment with equal intensity. 

Scully stepped forward and took her son’s hands in hers.

“William,” she said. “I realize this doesn’t make sense but I put you up for adoption because I wanted to protect you. I believed that as far as you were anywhere near me or your father you’d be in danger. The men who brought you here today have been targeting you since you were a baby. It broke my heart to lose you but I would have given my own life if it meant you’d be safe. I love you more than anything or anyone in this world and I’ve never stopped loving you.” 

William furrowed his brow and sucked in his lower lip. Mulder saw the gesture in himself and knew that Scully, too, was mentally cataloging all of their son's features and mannerisms and learning which were hers, which were his, and which were William's own. 

“How do you know the vaccine will work?” he asked.

“We don’t,” Scully said with a sigh. “But we have to try. I know you have a good heart, William.”

“How do you know? You don’t know me at all.”

Scully took a deep breath. “I know because I started feeling your thoughts today. I don’t know how it’s possible, but we’re linked somehow. I felt you. I felt that you love your parents. I know you’re scared, but you don’t want to hurt anyone.”

William softened, dropping his shoulders and unclenching his jaw. “I felt you, too. I felt your love.”

“Oh–” Scully started, hugging her son close and burying her head in his chest. This time, William wrapped his arms around her. 

Mulder gave in to the urge to hold his son and stepped forward to envelop both of them. He felt Scully’s warm form against his chest as he clung to the fabric of William’s hoodie.

“You’re taller than me now,” he said, pulling away.

“I guess it’s been a while,” William said smiling. 

“As charming as this family reunion is, we need to proceed,” said the man at the desk. 

Mulder and Scully pivoted around and saw the man and Reyes both holding guns pointed straight at them.

“We have a team of doctors ready to collect the boy’s bone marrow and begin the transplant. Will you two be joining us?” the man said, gesturing at Mulder and Scully.

“Never!” Mulder shouted, the veins in his neck straining. “And William isn’t going to be your pawn.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Reyes said. “We’ll have to proceed with Plan B then.”

Before she finished speaking, a cadre of heavily armed men clad in black military gear streamed into the room from down a flight of stairs. Blindsided by the sudden siege, Mulder and Scully were quickly overpowered. The men confiscated their guns and tied their hands behind their backs. 

“Get them out of here,” the smoking man said. 

Mulder and Scully struggled but the men easily forced them out of the house and down the driveway. 

“On your knees,” one of the men shouted.

They knelt beside each other and heard multiple guns cocking behind them. 

This is how it would end, Mulder thought. After so many near-death experiences, they were going down without much of a fight. Murdered execution style just yards away from their son. It was a cruel irony that they had just found William and now they were about to die. 

“William is going to survive,” Scully whispered to Mulder. “He’s going to be okay.”

He smiled at her. With a gun literally to her head, Scully only cared about her son’s safety. 

“I love you,” he said. He hadn’t said it since they’d been reunited but he couldn’t die without telling her.

“I love you, too,” she said, looking at him with wet eyes.

A crash of sound erupted behind them. Mulder closed his eyes, thankful that at least his death would be quick.

Then, silence.

Mulder opened his eyes. He was still alive. And so was Scully, kneeling next to him. They turned around and saw William standing above them. The men were on the ground at his feet—and their heads were gone. It was as if their brains exploded from within, nothing remaining but tissue and blood strewn on the ground.

“William–” Scully said. “How?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I can do things with my mind, but I’ve never hurt anyone before. I just had to save you.” 

Mulder and Scully stared at each other and then back at their son. He crouched down to untie them.

“Let’s get out of here,” said Mulder.

#xfiles #xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #today in fic

[outpost51]

Okay actually it turns out I wasn't done thinking about Cheryl's bracelet, and in fact I would like to borrow that idea?

Maybe shifters in Nicea have a bracelet or bracelet equivalent so that non-shifters can identify their loved ones during That Time, especially on shifter-heavy planets. But most importantly Spinder's older adopted brother Pat, the one married to the shifter heiress? He has a kid from his previous marriage who I feel like has to have made a craft bracelet for his stepmom for identification purposes. And she's like kind of a big deal businesswoman and also looks like a 1930s film star but she never takes off this cute janky bracelet made by a five-year-old.

I rest my case. - @void-botanist

Hi oh my god I’m so [explodes into hearts] ANYWAY Cheryl’s bracelet is like. One of my Favorite Tiny Details and I’m so??? Honored??? I love the idea of someone who changes form still keeping Something Distinct that identifies them as Them and I may or may not be crying about Fancy Lady Who Loves Her Stepkid So Much She Wears His Gift All The Time Even If It Clashes With Her Outfit.

Because it’s not just the identity aspect of it — it’s such a small detail that speaks VOLUMES about their relationship, especially as The Stepmom isn’t always the most accommodating of Someone Else’s Offspring. Dillon calls her mom Cheryl post-divorce, and Cheryl doesn’t love her any less for it, and she still wears the dinky little bracelet her baby dilly pickle made the year she begged and begged to go to summer camp ‘like the kids on tv’ and ended up writing home so many letters with the voice of a soldier sent off to The Great War about how she just missed her mom and Daisy (but that she would be brave and valiant and stick it out, because the Monroe girls don’t back down from a challenge) and returned home with Many Gifts (things she made at craft time) from her Expedition (two hours away).

Anyway, the Court rules in favor of the Petitioner in the amount of Supports This Idea So Much dollars and Please Send Me The Link When You Write It cents, case adjourned.

#hi I love getting engaging comments like this because there is so much lore to dump that sometimes doesn’t make the Final Cut #you are a delight and a treasure and I am so fucking happy we met #the arsonist chronicles #unlikely adventures #or two ow bag fee (tuaobagfy) which is now its inside joke title thank you SO much it lives rent free in my brain now

[scout-company]

Atlas—Chapter 2: Aaoe Veil VII

Scout materializes on the Icarus’s teleporter with a dizzy whistle and bounces on her feet until she finds her balance. Warping is always a trip. But once she centers herself and shakes the lingering dizziness away with a buzz, the ship’s speakers crackle to life and S.A.I.L. greets, “Hello Scout.”

“Howdy,” she greets back as she hops off the teleporter and makes for the stairs. She almost salutes out of habit, but she still can’t figure out where to salute to. 

As Scout ascends the narrow stairs, S.A.I.L. observes, “Officer Bronzemarch has transferred command to you for the duration of this excursion. Congratulations on your temporary promotion.”

“Promotion? I ain’t promoted or nothin’,” Scout fizzes as she reaches the top of the stairs and starts towards the command center, “…But thank ya kindly, I guess.”

“You are welcome kindly.”

Scout bubbles a laugh. 

It occurs to Scout briefly how odd it is to be on the ship alone—as she steps through the threshold between the small storage hallway and the command room, her footsteps echo and reverberate in the metal floor and walls; her glow fills the room brighter than the lights in the ceiling. Only the sunlight from the system’s host star, shining through the large window at the head of the command center, is brighter.

But Scout doesn’t get long to ponder the lonely echoes of her own two feet as S.A.I.L. announces, “Incoming communication.” and the speakers click before Riku’s voice takes over.

“Is this thing on? Can you hear me, Scout?”

His voice is a but muffled by a fine layer of static, but it’s clearly still him. With a surprised pop Scout marvels, “Riku? That you?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

“How—”

“I have a comms set dialed to the Icarus’s communications frequency,” Riku interrupts, a hint of a chuckle carrying over the speakers. Scout still can never decide where to look to locate the speakers, but eventually she settles on the maintenance panel near the door, where normally a pink wireframe of a head shows on the black screen, but now a waveform stretches across the monitor instead, bouncing as Riku speaks. He continues, “I have arranged a trade deal with a Human settlement on another planet in this system. They are a newer settlement, slightly bigger than we are currently, and are hoping to initiate a trading partnership with us. Why they do not have a ship of their own, I do not know,” he adds, tone dipping a bit before returning to his pleasant, businesslike standard, “But I am glad you are willing to oblige. I am sending their coordinates to you now.”

Riku barely says that before S.A.I.L. chimes in, declaring, “Coordinates received. I will mark them on the system map now.”

A small note like a stylized popping of a bubble sounds from the console behind Scout, attracting her attention briefly before some muffled words, not directed at the comms on Riku’s end, carry through the speakers for a few moments. Once the muffling clears, Bronzemarch’s voice comes through the speakers. “Reminding. Now remember what I told you,” he insists, “Don’t—”

Scout waves a hand through the air as she meanders towards the captain’s chair. “Yeah yeah, I gotcha. I ain’t gonna dilly-dally.”

Static below static fills the speakers for a moment before Bronzemarch’s tinny voice lowers and sharpens as he continues, “Firm. And be careful. I haven’t been to that planet myself yet; we don’t know what else is there aside from this settlement. Don’t get yourself into any trouble.”

“I won’t,” Scout absently promises as she slides into the captain’s chair, focus immediately dominated by the display on one of the main screens embedded in the console. It’s a map of the star system they’re in—not precisely accurate to the planets’ orbit eccentricities, given how perfectly circular the orbit lines are on the map when nothing orbits that perfectly, but functional—with a green arrow-like symbol circling the fifth planet in the system. Must be the Icarus. Meanwhile one of the other planets in the system, two orbits further out, has an exclamation mark above it. Curiously she taps that planet, and a small window pops up, displaying what is probably the planet’s designation, along with a small graph of the planet’s composition or something. 

“Destination: Aaoe Veil VII,” S.A.I.L. declares as soon as she taps the planet on the map.

Excitement bubbles in Scout’s brightening plasma as something between instinct and mimicry of Bronzemarch’s commands takes over and she prompts, “Ya ready for FTL?”

“Acknowledged,” comes its ever-professional reply.

“Right then!” Scout hoots, grabbing onto the chair for stability, “Let’s burn the breeze!”

The ship’s ever-present thrumming crescendoes as the curve of the planet disappears from view, the stars rotating around until the sun is behind them. Then the ship jolts, the thrum giving a deep pulse, and the stars blur.

It only takes a few minutes in FTL before S.A.I.L. announces, “We are approaching Aaoe Veil VII’s gravity well. I recommend remaining seated. Disengaging FTL in 3…2…1…”

Despite knowing its coming, the jolt that shakes the ship as it drops back to subluminal speeds still pulses through Scout’s plasma like a slap. She grips the edge of her seat, but inertia still shoves her forward a bit. A crackle escapes her, but she shakes the surprise away and scoots to the edge of her seat to watch both the map and the window as the icon marking the ship’s position settles around the new planet and the horizon of the planet rotates into view. The surface of the planet, as far as she can see, is pale and reflects most of the sunlight sent at it. Spots of it look incredibly like the surface of home. Other spots are darker; either large lakes or expansive smudges of brown and muted green. 

Once the ship stops moving, stabilizing into a lower orbit, Scout hops up from her chair with a whistle, casting one last look at the planet below before scurrying back downstairs to the teleporter room.

As she all but skips through the door and onto the teleporter, she prompts, “So what’re we lookin’ at, S.A.I.L.? Where’re them coordinates gonna drop me to?”

“Sand,” it replies simply, “Readings indicate sand. Also some cacti... but predominantly sand. Given the available information I speculate that the landing site is situated in a desert.”

Scout snickers and drawls, “Ya don’t say.” But then she mimics Bronzemarch’s orders from before and declares, “Warp me down, then! Let’s git ‘er done!”

True to S.A.I.L.’s dry observation, once the light around Scout fades and she finds her footing on a slippery layer of sand, Scout finds herself in another desert, not unlike Haven Valley. Except it’s a bit more rocky. It’s the middle of the night, so she’s the brightest light around, casting the wind-worn rocks and dry shrubs around her in her warm orange glow.

But she doesn’t see anyone, to her surprise.

“I was unable to land you directly at the coordinates given,” S.A.I.L. says, its voice sounding from the mic of her translator before she can wonder where everyone is, “A storm at the site of the coordinates interfered with the signal. I recommend avoiding the storm unless you do not mind getting covered in particulates.”

Scout shrugs to herself. “A little dust never hurt no one. So where’s the settlement?”

“East northeast. Approximately 2.6 units away from your location.”

Scout turns, feeling out the planet’s ambient field until she finds east. And finds a huge chain of hills in her way. She whistles long and low, fading to a buzz as she mutters, “Welp. This’ll be a right trip.”

Despite her own glow illuminating the rocky sand and dry dirt slopes around her like she’s a moving sunset, it’s surprisingly hard to keep her footing. Most of the sand is only surface-level, giving way under her feet to reveal hard stone after she slips. Only the soil reinforced by the shrubbery and the odd flat-canopied tree here and there is stable. Fortunately for her feet, most of the slope is covered in those shrubs and trees the further she navigates upwards. As long as she doesn’t step on a cactus.

As far as she can tell, she’s entirely alone out here. The stars above are the same ones that smile down on her back in Haven Valley; a familiar spray of glitter strewn across the sky, barely hidden by thin clouds and wisps of dust. There aren’t even any native critters immediately around, as far a she can see. The only ones she spots are far down the slope, hunting their own prey around rocks and stubby cacti. Every now and then she catches a glimpse of light, a blink of fire or spark of energy, as predator and prey duke it out. There’s some mighty strange critters on the planet. But none of them are hassling her right now.

So why can’t she shake the feeling of being watched?

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#starbound fanfic #starbound #starbound novakid #fanfic #I Was The Sun #Atlas

[adultswim2021]

Space Ghost Coast to Coast #72: “Sequel” | October 29, 1999 | S06E04

Space Ghost Week continues! Here comes the Ghost!

The final Dorkin/Dyer episode! You can tell, because Birdman is in it. There’s also heavy referencing of 60s and 70s Hanna Barbera trash. They’re sorta the Bill Oakley/Josh Weinstein of Space Ghost; seeking to improve on the show while still delivering it’s as-advertised promise of reveling in Gen-X kitsch. It’s also a straight-up sequel to the Lawsuit episode, playing with the notion of non-linear continuity. Moral Orel, eat your heart out. 

This episode memorably begins with Space Ghost in Spacecatraz prison (not to be confused with Spacecataz), fighting with the guard over what to put on television. Space Ghost wants to watch his own show so he can see who his replacement is (spoilers: it’s Birdman). The guard wants to watch the Dilly Sisters. Who doesn’t? Space Ghost can’t cotton to this, so he escapes to whoop Birdman’s ass. Hey, good luck with that. 

As far as Hanna Barbera references go: this one depicts Gravity Girl from the Galaxy Trio as Birdman’s ex. It also features a visit to the Herculoids planet when Space Ghost escapes prison and traverses back to the Ghost Planet. One of the Herculoids kids got a Meatwad voice! Hey! Did you know that Space Ghost actually did cross-over with Herculoids on the short-lived 1980s package series Space Stars? It’s true! It happened! He even met Atro from the Jetsons a couple times! 

The guests are Captain & Tennille, known for their hit “Love Will keep Us Together”, a popular needledrop in movies and shows made by Boomers. Zorak lets us all know that The Captain’s real name is Daryl Dragon, an actual fact that I am pretty sure I learned from this episode first. It’s an oft-repeated bit of trivia. At the end of the episode they perform their other hit “Muskrat Love”, which brings the house down and puts an end to the big brawl that erupted when Space Ghost shows up. After the credits James Kirkonnel awakens from a nightmare, calling back Curses! 

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #space ghost coast to coast

[soaringmirror]

ship your moots?

my turn heheheh 🤭 just remember u all are mine first 💗

@sips-tea-cutely with dazai, no one else could handle dazai except for maki and he's actually crazy over her and so enchanted by her, he told me (i interrogated him) there's this unspoken beauty about them together, so complex and mysterious then in the blink of an eye they're up to mischief.

@okhotel with toji, they're the power couple, i take no criticisms argue w the wall. nobody looks at lix like toji does. everyone aspires to be like them no one compares. i feel like toji would drop whatever he's doing if she were ever in danger yk.

@mrsdostoevsky with fyodor of course, they've established such a deep connection and complement each other well, ur asking for death if you try and separate them. the conversations they have are astounding, their hearts are intertwined for eternity (i was eavesdropping and left w my jaw dropped)

@ofallthingswhythis hmmm with gojo jk jk don't kill me circe 💋 i ship her with this hot pink bitch named breakfast (anasui) i can just see them matching each other's energy and he's very protective over her <33 they both give off great vibes and he loves her dearly

@shrekisshrimpthesimp with nanami, bakery girl who? i only know shrek and nanami, i snoop from a distance bc i'm lowkey jealous of them. he's respectful and very supportive of her and when he's around her, his mood is just 1000x better

@i4sgwr with kunikida, i saw the way u made him flustered mads 👁👁 when he's around her everything feels right and i think that's adorable. i imagine kunikida as the type to stare so intensely as you're talking to him bc he just can't stop admiring you.

@creamygojo with gojo, there's no doubt in my mind that his loyalty lies with pam. he always makes time for her, i just know he's had a read of her works especially the ones about him and just like that he's amazed. he's the biggest tease and pam isn't afraid to be bold either. all that flirting is making me jealous ngl

@5ugu with suguru, have you seen how cute they are together? (the amount of times he tried getting in the way of us making out 😞❤) suguru finds a lot of peace and comfort around dilly, its all the little moments that makes him fall deeper in love

@snake-titan with jean, pleaseee they're inseperable n made for eachother and he isn't afraid to express how he wants to be with nia forever and ever. they are the most wholesome couple on this entire planet and i can't think of anyone else who would be more suitable

#𔘓 letters #{🤍} nonnie <3 #i wanna kiss my moots <33 #this isnt everyone so im sorry!! but i can do moreee

[kokorodachidanii]

So about a month ago I jokingly suggested to @signor-signor that when all seems lost in WOY Season 3, that Captain Tim might ultimately be the one to save the universe from Star Force Enforcement Force...

... and got this real swell reply in response!!!

I was even more grateful than I probably should’ve been, and just HAD to return the favor!

So without further ado, here’s...

��WOY Season 3 Episode Ideas🌟

🌠General🌠

⭐The Coronation: Upon returning to Baaaa-halla, Prince Cashmere invites Wander, Sylvia, Something the So-and-So (because yes), and everybody else still on the Star Nomad (read: a LOT of secondary characters) to attend his coronation! But of course, it’s not a coronation without a little trouble...

⭐The Little Guy and the Party Animal: In Westley’s official S3 debut, Emperor Awesome attempts to take his mind off his trauma and get back into the swing of things by doing what he does best: Throwing an epic planet-ending party with his new pet by his side!! ... That is, unless Westley has anything to say about it! Sister episode to “The Awesome Pet” and takes place not too long after that episode.

⭐The Little Cousin: Something the So-and-So (whom btw I can totally see being crazy-allergic to arachnomorphs for various reasons) tries to thwart SFEF’s plans with help from his kid cousin, Whatzit. Sister episode “The Nap” is only 5 minutes long as this is 17 minutes.

⭐The Insurgency: The Insurgent Generals are on a mission to steal back the weapons that the Scuzzbuckets rightfully stole first, only to get ambushed by Cirno from Touhou Project a mischievous fairy named Mitzi Ditzy, a brainwashed ex-commander Inkers, and their army of Schmartians! The gang has absolutely no idea what this kid’s deal is, but her ability to predict Wild Card’s moves (something deemed impossible long, long ago) is definitely not a good sign!! Mitzi tragically manages to get Wild Card on her side in the end (but not before the latter says something along the lines of “Go falafel yourself”)...

⭐The Honesty Issues: Trudi Traveler finds a treasure map, prompting Ryder and Frederick to tag along on the perilous voyage to the “Mystical Crystal Isles”! Spoiler Alert: Those are fake islands. But at least Ryder would become a slightly more honest person, and we’d finally learn where Trudi’s clones come from!

⭐The Mahou Shōjo: Just as “The Robomechabotatron” was all about mecha anime, this episode parodies magical girls in a hilarious way! Wander, Sylvia, and a few others get into quite the dilly of a pickle during a run-in with SFEF. But luckily a magical-girl humanoid named Sakura Tsukino, AKA Super Smile Sweetheart-chan, is there to save the day!

⭐The Purpose: Having finally returned to his reborn home planet, Something the So-and-So sets out on an adventure with his girlfriend, the paper-bag groupie from The Cool Guy (Bow, as I like to call her, whom I can see having a similar voice to Marcia the Martian from Tiny Toon Adventures for some reason); only once he’s returned to his mother and cousin Whatzit (and gotten a big ol’ smooch from his bag-headed cutie) does Something realize his true calling: to become a Wanderer just like Wander, Sylvia, and Westley! At long last, Something the So-and-So has found his purpose in life.

⭐The Gift 3: Electric Chimpanzee: Sister episode to “The Purpose” and the penultimate episode of Season 3. With everybody returned to their reborn homes and the 365th Yuletidian Cycle right on their heels, Wander, Sylvia, Westley, Hubert the space ape (another great idea of signor’s), and Cabin Fairy Mitzi Ditzy travel all across the galaxy delivering gifts to every new friend they’ve made throughout Seasons 2 and 3 (of their lives), and perhaps even their old friends from Season 1! They soon run into some trouble, however...

🕷️Feat. Everyone’s Favorite Arachnomorph🕷️

⭐The Nap: When Peepers takes his pillow away for the laundry, Captain Tim desperately searches all over the Skullship for somewhere else to nap. Only 5 minutes long due to sister episode “The Little Cousin” being 17 minutes.

⭐The Mate: During “The Return to the Star Nomad/The Invasion”, Captain Tim was smitten with Baroness Samantha Riegel when Emperor Awesome brought her along for his part of the attack. Now, he will do anything to smooch her and have little arachno-babies with her, just like how Hater was with Dominator! Forget “Bros before Arachnos”, that Baroness is HOT! Now it’s just getting her to return Tim’s affections. (Spoiler: He fails.)

⭐The Arachno-Obsessor: Some weirdo named Erika Phobia shows up on the Skullship asking to see Captain Tim. Spoiler: She is Planet Janet levels of yandere for him.

⭐The Metamorphosis: Captain Tim has been acting weird, causing Hater to worry his big ol’ skull off, and even Ripov can’t figure out what’s wrong with him! But then Tim disappears altogether, leaving nothing but a strange big “croissant” in Hater’s room, which turns out to be a chrysalis. Once the titular metamorphosis is complete, Tim looks exactly the same, but has aquired some new abilities that will almost certainly come in handy later on!

⭐The Cure-All: Poor lil’ Tim-Tim fell into a deathlike coma at the hands of SFEF in the previous episode, leaving Hatey-bo-Batey a mopey, sobby bag o’ bones. But it just so happens that the lost-and-found guy knows of a legendary cure-all that can wake him up, so Hater drags Peepers, Wander, Sylvia, Major Threat, and Ripov to help him on the dangerous quest for the ingredients. By the time they return though, Tim has already awoken-- seemingly making the whole thing all for nothing!! But surely the cure-all can be used to treat Something else in a future episode... (The sister episode is only 5 minutes long as this is 17 minutes.)

🦹Feat. The Bad Guys🦹‍♀️

⭐The Awesome Pet: Emperor Awesome has a close encounter with a female arachnomorph (which are like twice the size of the males bc SPIDERS), but ends up naming her “Baroness Samantha Riegel (get it?)” and adopting her as a) his therapy pet, and b) to spite Hatey and Tim-Tim! Otmar Vunderbar, the therapist (who just so happens to be signor’s OC), is not amused. Sister episode to “The Little Guy and the Party Animal” and takes place not too long before that episode.

⭐The Curmudgeon: Mandrake the Malfeasant gets conned into taking an interpretive dance class, and things only get worse for him from there-- especially when the instructor’s true identity is revealed!

⭐The Fairy Tailspin: Sister episode to “The Psycho Sextet” and leaves off right where that episode begins. Mitzi Ditzy, her bad-commander-turned-good-guy-turned-bad-again-sargeant Inkers, their new tactican Wild Card, and the Schmartians show up to cause chaos for Dr Screwball Jones and signor’s other oc, Dingbat-- even managing to manipulate the former into becoming their lieutenant!

⭐The Psycho Sextet: Sister episode to “The Fairy Tailspin” and begins right where that episode left off. Mitzi Ditzy, her Schmartian army, Sargeant Inkers, Tactician Wild Card, and the newest recruit, Lieutenant Screwball, head out to get Kragthar and General McGuffin on their team-- and succeed! How will anyone stop this Psycho Sextet (which, according to Mitzi, she wanted to call her “Sinister Six” but couldn’t due to legal reasons)!? We’ll find out in the next episode... (The next episode being “The Return to the Star Nomad/The Invasion”)

👉The Bad Guys Gone Good Club Arc👈

⭐The Bad Guys Gone Good Club: Sister episode to “The Roommates” and begins right where that episode left off. Westley, Something the So-and-So, and Something’s little cousin Whatzit (who’s only tagging along because SOMEONE has to keep her pathetic cousin in line. That and she can’t stand that darn arachnomorph!) leave the Star Nomad so they don’t have to deal with Captain Tim every day for possibly months (that and they don’t want the bad guys to find out Westley’s alive). Westley, inspired by the photo strip of Wander and you-know-who, forms the titular reformed-villains’ club, recruiting Major Threat, his former commander Mr Inkers, Black Cube (who’s feeling down because Tracy had to leave for the weekend to attend her sister Macy’s wedding), Something’s girlfriend Bow (the bag girl from The Cool Guy), Freddy the fire lion, and an extremely reluctant Dominator. They even bring along some of the Star Nomad’s other passengers, such as Something’s mother (the one who knitted the sweater for his villain costume; Something’s father and Whatzit’s parents were presumably killed by Dombots), to help return them home quicker! Inspired by this sweet art from @fanfic-inator795

⭐The Mischievous Fairy: The Bad Guys Gone Good Club heads for the So-and-So family’s reborn homeworld to drop Mama So-and-So off, but they run into a big problem when they arrive... Let’s just say Mitzi Ditzy makes her debut with a whole herd of brainwashed Schmartians in tow. It ends with Mitzi managing to coerce Mr Inkers onto her side, but luckily Tracy is back from her sister Macy’s wedding to fill the space!

⭐The Littlest Fistfighter: The Bad Guys Gone Good Club befriends Jenny, the youngest and most timid fistfighter, who was left behind when Awesome left Suburbon V, and take her on a trip to Bestley V (where Wander and Sylvia met Westley) to cheer her up.

⭐The Civil War: With their newest member, Jenny the littlest fistfighter, in tow, the Bad Guys Gone Good Club arrives on a planet ravaged by an ongoing civil war. But with the power of friendship and a little help from Frank Van Yisuko (signor’s other OTHER oc), they manage to bring the planet to peace after 4728 years of its otter-like inhabitants-- who can’t even remember why they started fighting-- warring amongst themselves (but not before Dominator furiously ditches the club)! Sister episode “The Bug” is only 5 minutes long as this is 17 minutes.

⭐The Return to the Star Nomad: The Bad Guys Gone Good Club arc concludes as Westley and Something find out that the Skullship is repaired and Hater, Peepers, and Tim can thus finally leave the Star Nomad. But when they arrive, they discover the ship under attack from a gaggle of villains! (Poor Something is sneezing like crazy due to the presence of both Captain Tim and Baroness Samantha Riegel... poor guy) Sister episode to “The Invasion” and tells that episode’s story from the Bad Guys Gone Good Club’s POV, similar to “The Gift 2: The Giftening”.

💗Based on the fact that Craig himself mentioned that Hater and Wander were going to bunk together on the Star Nomad at some point💗

⭐The Roommates: Sister episode to “The Bad Guys Gone Good Club” and leaves off right where that episode begins. Due to the Skullship’s destruction in the previous episode, Hater, Peepers, and Captain Tim are forced to bunk with Wander, Sylvia, and Westley and the So-and-So cousins respectively. Needless to say, hilarity ensues.

⭐The Bug (AKA Tim ’n Buggy): A little Wander-looking bug runs loose on the Star Nomad, and Captain Tim is determined to catch it, leading to a series of Tom and Jerry-style chases! But we all know that in toons like this, the hunter never, EVER catches the prey!! Only 5 minutes long due to sister episode “The Civil War” being 17 minutes. Inspired by this adorable art from @alixcitement ^w^

⭐The Invasion: The Skullship has finally been repaired, and Hater and Peepers have had enough of living on the Star Nomad. But just when they’re all packed up and ready to go, all sorts of villains burst in to cause some serious mayhem! Emperor Awesome and Baroness Samantha Riegel, Lil’ Bits and her Troll buddy, Mandrake the Malfeasant, Sourdough, even Mitzi Ditzy, her Schmartian army, and her Psycho Sextet-- Mr Inkers, Wild Card, Screwball Jones, Kragthar, and General KFC Bucket! Will our heroes be able to defeat them all!? Well duh, of course they will. But it won’t be easy! (Mitzi would reform out of frustration at the end, snapping Inkers and the others back to normal, and end up atoning for her mischief by working as a cabin girl for the Star Nomad idk) The Bad Guys Gone Good Club shows up too, and Hater and even Peepers mistake Westley for a ghost! Sister episode to “The Return to the Star Nomad” and tells that episode’s story from the Main Four’s POV, similar to “The Gift”.

I love how hardly any of these have anything to do with Star Force Enforcement Force (^^”)

I hope you likey ♥️❤️💗❤️♥️

Bonus:

#wander over yonder #savewoy #kd speaks #tomorrow is the 9th anniversary of the pilot episode btw!

[angstics]

thank you my chemical romance thank you gerard way and mikey way and ray toro and frank iero thank you jarrod and jamie thank you to the Huge crew thank you riggers and stage hands thank you sound techs thank you runners and teamsters thank you bus drivers thank you aj the set-lighting designer thank you security and worm thank you graphic and merch artists thank you costumers thank you associated families thank you opening acts thank you thursday thank you taking back sunday thank you kimya dawson and panda thank you meg myers thank you soul glo thank you youth code thank you turnstiles thank you waterparks thank you dilly dally thank you 100 gecs THANK YOU photographers thank you beemer thank you alex toor thank you streamers thank you erunmari thank you my parents for letting me go to my first concert thank you my best friend and her sister for coming with me to my show thank you to my other best friend who wouldve gone with me last minute to another show thank you ontario transit system thank you friends who listened to me rant thank you university for giving me student aid i spent on tour shirts thank you mutuals and followers and people i follow thank you tumblr thank you. thank you music thank you rock and roll thank you love and joy on planet earth. END POST. TO A DOZEN MORE SHOWS!!!!

#thank you technoblade. thank you. thank you. your memory is a blessing. #mcr #q.txt

[judeiscariot]

MY DILLY DALLY SHIRT GOT HERE PEACE AND LOVE ON PLANET EARHT

#it looks so cool i love all their merch #jude.txt

[themowearchives]

Press Archive, Part 3

The Noise

Live Review, Middle East Corner, January 2004

I'm captivated halfway through My Own Worst Enemy's first semi-acoustic set. Portland is dreamy. Why Not Beautiful? while missing the "big" backup vocals from the recorded version, lives up to it's name. Their drummer John does an admirable job harmonizing with Sue's lead vocals. And when guitarist Steve kicks in, you do get those "big vocals." Sue ends the set by singing her venomous and brilliant ode to Courtney Love, Cry For Frances, with the refrain 'I Hate You', with such passion that many in the crowd respond with, 'We hate you too!'

A slow build of feedback announces the beginning of the second set which, while more aggressive in sound, isn't much louder than the first. The scene takes on a Sister-Morphine-like feel as an ambulance pulls up literally right behind the band and attends to somebody on the street. As the band starts their last song, Steve alerts somebody passing the stage, "Dude, you dropped your rolling papers." A high school-like roar of laugher ensues. It's always worth making it out to see this band. (Dilly)

Indie Music.com, Featured Artist of the Month

No Guarantees CD Review, June 2004

Every once in a while, I come across a band whose music makes me want to do the moptop head shake and jump around the room. My downstairs neighbors hate it when that happens. They're not very happy today.

My Own Worst Enemy is a Boston trio that loathes pretension. There's no wandering experimentation on these tracks, no demanding political views. Just raw, punk-fueled, high-energy rock with great hooks and excellent musicianship. It feels basic and solid, wild and fun. The perfect music to shake off life's complications to and just flat-out enjoy.

Sue sings lead on most of these tracks, has a gritty Patti Smith edge to her voice. In the quieter, folky tracks like Why Not Beautiful and Late Show, she sings with the same aggressive approach she uses on the harder rock tracks. It's a raw and confrontational voice that never resorts to the bratty shrieking that so many female rock vocalists succumb to.

These musicians manage to show off their chops without getting in the way of the song. The whole CD is worth a listen just for the mind-blowing guitar freakout on the bridge of Poison. Most of these songs are short and sweet, around the two-minute range, again showing their penchant for just getting to the point and sparing us the long, experimental solos.

Not a single filler track on this CD. Very impressive work. (Jennifer Layton)

Punk Planet

No Guarantees CD Review, September/October 2004

No Guarantees has its ups and downs considering it moves from delightful indie pop to brooding alterative-rock territory. It's former formula is the more likeable, with such songs as "MIA" and "Hey Hey Sunshine." Steve's charismatic voice has a familiarity to it without sounding recycled. (AJA)

The Noise

Live Review, October 2004

New England Pop Fest at the Abbey Lounge, 9-10-04

Next are My Own Worst Enemy, who play more the sort of thing I was expecting from a pop music festival. They are a three-piece with two guitars and a drummer (no bass). All three of them sing, with the two guitarists trading leads and the drummer adding occasional harmony. The songs are pretty and the harmonies are excellent. The guitars are mostly very simple, which is common in pop bands, but there's a bit of genuine lead from time to time that keeps it from getting boring. I really like [Sue's] singing voice which has a delightfully 'real' quality to it. (S. Gisselbrecht)

[uartsanimation]

A Talk with Katie and Drew

UArts Animation welcomes back Katie Graziano BFA '15 (Animation) and Andrew Applegate BFA '15 (Animation) for a chat about their lives and careers. Open to all students. Where: Terra room 907 When: Monday, March 18th 11:30am - 12:45pm

Katie Graziano is a story artist and director with over six years experience working professionally in television animation. Her experience includes story director at Warner Bros on Jellystone, story artist at Titmouse on STUGO, development story artist at Disney, writer & story artist at Dreamworks on The Mighty Ones, story artist at Nickelodeon on Zokie of Planet Ruby, story artist at Warner Bros on Thundercats Roar, and more!

Drew Applegate is a story artist and director that loves doing comedy and action storyboards with over seven years experience working professionally in television animation. His experience includes directing episodes at Titmouse on Kiff, directing shorts and storyboarding episodes at Disney on Amphibia, Billy Dilly, and Pickle and Peanut, as well as storyboarding at Warner Bros Animation on Thundercats Roar! and Teen Titans Go! To the Movies.

#uarts #uartsanimation

#uarts #uartsanimation #uarts animation

[larotododia]

27.02

uai hj vamo ver… acordei cedo né… ou sl mais ou menos, comi abacate d cafe e fui pro muquifu direto com meus trem.. comi de almoço uma beringela e carne moida e dps uma maçã e dps de janta uns ovo com beiconnnn

aí lembrei que não tomei o solzinho diário entao deitei no chão do ateliê e dei uma leve alongadinha e foi otimo

ai fiquei de marola fofoquei com o renan, fiz umas coisa tipo mandar os materiais de divulgação do sesc ai meu deeeus

e tentei terminar os flash mas falhei miseravelmente kkkk amanha vai

ouvi o disco do digable planets - blowout comb hiphop tesudo

where you been do dinosaur jr

heaven do dilly dally, dois albuns de rockzinho post punk indiezinho

e dominique dumont um som mtooo frito

ai descobri um trem q chama discogs pra garimpar discos e ver quanto vale o preço ent acho q posso pesquisar mais sobre

o oliver veio me visitar!!!!!!! foi fofooooo dmais kkkk

ai o povo vazou e eu fui pra academia e fiquei la mais de hora e fiz 35min de esteira e meu treininho direito e fiquei mto orgulhosa de ter feito direito kkk

ai agr vou ver uma serie xauu