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Retour à Lisbonne Holy Ghost – The Phaser La piste de l’aéroport, étayée par une dense forêt de madriers de bois, est courte, mais les réacteurs de notre aéronef nous lancent puissamment dans le ciel madérien. Défilent alors sous nos yeux éblouis les éoliennes de Porta da Cruz, la petite crique de la prainha et la pointe de San Lourenço en pointillé, flèche ocre striée des fines nervures de…
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fiadorable · 2 years
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78 Great Things in Ghosts of Illyria (Part 2)
Strange New Worlds | Children of the Comet | Ghosts of Illyria Part 1 & Part 2 | Memento Mori | Spock Amok | Lift Us Where Suffering Cannot Reach | Serene Squall | The Elysian Kingdom | All Those Who Wander | A Quality of Mercy
Part One
40. And there's the first concrete clue about Number One's background and the fact that it is very secret - she does the wipe all cookies maneuver when she leaves the room
Enterprise hallways are NEVER empty which makes Number One's walk down to the transporter room extra creepy
i want to feel the radiance on my skin 😎
Hemmer, my man, what in the actual fuck. The planet's CORE?! Oh my god. Between him La'an 😂
Convenient plot phaser on the transporter console is convenient
Number One's badass walk down the hallway with Hemmer slung over her shoulder like a sack of Andorian potatoes
"I am arming us with knowledge."
Plasma Illyrian Circle of Friendship is the quickest way to ride out an ion storm in an insufficiently shielded library
Number One revealing her secret to M'Benga and Chapel is such a great scene. I love how M'Benga is initially suspicious and frustrated and sympathetic all at once and Chapel just takes it in stride and is like how do we make this work and Number One is crestfallen that she can't help her crewmates
Also Chapel being like how dare you suggest I quote Starfleet regulations at you, sir, in the middle of a medical crisis
La'An rising up from the biobed behind Chapel is so eerie - I feel like she would be the type to wake up during surgery
"You're a Starfleet doctor. There's always something."
"Starfleet is right about a lot of things, but not all of them. Not about us." 😭
The look of shame on her face when M'Benga is talking about prejudices and how she can't help but he would beg her if she could 😭😭😭
The ship recommending the warp containment field be reactivated. Like if anyone has time. Probably a good idea. If you want to, you know.
Number One being like ffs when the computer alerts about the containment field
Holy shit the first officer and chief of security are having a knockdown drag out in Engineering and they are both FEROCIOUS damn no thank you I will not be sparring with either of them
Gosh just A+ acting when La'An confronts Number One about being Illyrian
Number One's genetic modification CURES RADIATION AND CAN PASS ON TO ANOTHER PERSON 👀👀👀 (who else do I know who will be subjected to a large dose of radiation in the future?)
Creepy Illyrian library is creepy when another archive tube pops out at just the right moment
"La'An tried to jump into the warp core while the containment field was down," she said, like it was no big deal. 😂
Chapel being EXCELLENT at her job 😁
Ugh, that moment when Number One enters the ten forward room but before she reaches La'An's table she pauses and you can see she's visibly nervous and a little scared, but then by the time she sits down with La'An she's got the professional work shield and the professional friend shield back up
The lighting in this scene is also fantastic with the storm outside the window and the light from the center of the table illuminating their faces as they have one of the hardest conversations they've ever had as friends
Man, I really get the sense that Number One misses home as she's talking about how her people are different from Earth's augments.
"All I ever wanted, since I first saw the stars, was to join Starfleet"
Strawberries are their comfort food ♥
The mildly concerned but mostly curious look on Pike's face as Number One is confessing in the ready room. They're both so formal here at the beginning, with his hands on the desk and her standing at attention.
The way Pike's body language changes after she admits she is an Illyrian. He leans back, like he's disengaging from her, putting distance between them, (augment, monster), but it's actually because he's no longer worried about what she might say, he can stand down
The utter sincerity in her voice as she asks for her desire to join Starfleet be considered when going before the disciplinary panel
"I don't care where you come from. You're the best first officer in the fleet."
And here Pike leans forward again, but not back into the formal hands clasped on the table. He's got like his elbows on his knees and is looking up at her as she's looking down on him as he's like you're amazing, don't worry about anything and she's like I broke seven Federation laws just by waking up this morning, you walnut and it's great, that's the relationship
okay but her little pleased but don't show him how pleased she is at his defense of her smile
Bahahaha when Pike says before you go and she whips around with this look on her face like I knew it or maybe something else but it's just like, let's not forget to get that bug patched in the transporters and then she just slips back into command mode and is like yes, sir, that is absolutely a Thing I Can Handle
And now it's M'Benga's turn to confess to a stone cold Number One, and ugh, man, is that a whopper of a confession. And the parallel between their situations is really nice, too. They both admit to breaking regulations and both are told by their superior officers to screw regulations. Great acting.
M'Benga and Rukiya are so cute together. He's trying to so hard to walk the line between being a good dad and a good doctor.
Number One's happy little smile when she talks about Pike defending her and then the crushing fear that if she wasn't "one of the good ones" he wouldn't have been so quick to defend her, if he and Spock had returned to the ship to find everyone except her dead or incapacitated, would he still like her for being her? And she's right. She was right back in the ready room, too, when she said she was just doing her job because that's 100% true. But Pike is also right to an extent because according to the Federation in general it's implied they don't think an Illyrian would have just done their job in that crisis.
"Computer, delete log entry." Say it with me, kids, personal logs (cough blogs, social media cough) are not truly private.
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Things the Scoundrels are No Longer Allowed to Do- Part II
Based on “Skippy’s List,” I have continued “A List of Things the Scoundrels are No Longer Allowed to Do.”  I hope you enjoy it.  The original can be found here:
https://thelordofdarkreunion.tumblr.com/post/637424500291600384/a-list-of-things-the-scoundrels-are-no-longer
The group known as the Magnificent Scoundrels has gotten a bit out of hand.  This list was compiled by Admiral Hackett of the Systems Alliance, Admiral Kelly of the GA, Fleet Admiral Hood of the UNSC, Inquisitor Vail of the Holy Inquisition, Commander Briggs of the Frontier Militia, Princess Leia of the New Republic, and Director Fury of SHIELD in order to curb the Scoundrels’ more dangerous or inappropriate behaviors.  These rules apply to all Scoundrels and their teams/crews.
207.  Expended ammunition is not a business expense.
208.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to call requesions officers or quartermasters “sugar daddy.”
209.  There is no “anti-Shepard conspiracy” within the Scoundrels’ fleet.  That’s the Citadel Council’s thing.
210.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to adopt dogs to “sic on the brass.”
211.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to pay Revenant to kill people they don’t like.
212.  None of the Scoundrels are The Chosen One.  That was Anakin Skywalker.
213.  It is wrong to fire warning shots at drivers who do not recognize your right of way.
214.  Reading is not “for officers only.”
215.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to ask anyone who outranks them if they’ve been smoking crack.
216.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to turn their starship command rooms into throne rooms.  Especially with tacky carpets.
217.  We are not making clones out of any of you.  You are all hard enough to deal with as is.
218.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to steal any massive, mobile space stations or star fortresses, which include but are not limited to:
- The Rock
-The Phalanx
-The Citadel
-High Charity
-Cloud City
219.  Thomas Drake is not allowed to crash economies “because it’s fun.”
220.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to assign nicknames to anyone.
221.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to make chain guns that fire miniature nukes
222.   The weapons specialists of the Apocalypse are no longer allowed to collaborate with the engineers of the Normandy or Enterprise, and Quill is to give up the nuke chain gun.
[I will not!  How can you stop me?  I have a chain gun that fires nukes!]
223.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to wake up superior officers with cymbals
224.  Napalm Sticks to Kids is not a motivational song.
225.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to quote bastardized versions of Dr. Seuss rhymes on military operations.
226.  Command decisions do not need to be ratified by a ⅔ majority.
227.   The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to line their helmets with tin foil to “block out the space mind control lasers.”
228.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to start any SITREP (Situation Report) with “I recently had an experience I just had to write you about…”
229.  Do not attempt to take the gas masks off of Death Korps troopers.
230.  Rodents are not entitled to burial with full military honors, even if they are “casualties of war.”
231.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to mock command decisions in front of the press.
232.  You should not speculate on the penis size of anyone who outranks you.  Especially if they’re in earshot.
233.  You cannot arrest children for being rude.
234.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to create new, made-up government forms, then insist they be filled out.
235.  No one is allowed to perform “lap dances” in uniform.
236.  Past lives have absolutely no effect on the chain of command.
237.  Cain is technically allowed to kill any of you if he finds reason to, so stop pissing him off.
238.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to defect to other military service branches during training missions.
239.  Your race is not “other” on official documents.
240.  There is no Scoundrels ethics committee.  And if there was, Thomas Drake would not be chairman.
241.  Chainsaws are not the answer to every question.  Nor is “more chainsaws.”  Or “chainsaw cannons.”  Except for that one time, and yes, it was awesome.
242.  Stop posting classified information on social media.
243.  Adam Vir is no longer allowed to play “Hippocratic Oath chicken” with Dr. Kril.
244.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to cook nerve gas in the sink.
245.  There is no “annoy” setting on a phaser.
246.  A wet towel is not an improvised weapon.  Unless you’re Master Chief.  There’s a reason the Covenant calls him “The Demon.”
247.  I know you all have passes, but if the gun can’t fit through the x-ray machine, it doesn’t go on the plane.
248.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to download Internet Explorer into the Geth hivemind or the Martian noosphere.
249.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to demand payment in liquor, backrubs, or bubble wrap.
250.  Any Exterminatus-grade weapon is not “my little friend.”
251.  Airlocks do not double as waste disposals.
252.  No member of the Scoundrels or their crews are a pagan god or goddess of fertility.
253.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to learn profanities in any language that can bend reality.
254.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to steal their own souls.
255.  There is not a Space Marine Chapter whose heraldry is a smiley face.
256.  The following weapons are no longer allowed as dueling choices: steamrollers, nerve gas, land mines, or heavy artillery.
257.  Shepard is no longer allowed to drive or pilot anything.
258.  Han Solo is no longer allowed to attempt any piloting maneuver in which the original inventor was killed doing.
259.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to play The Only Thing They Fear is You every time a super soldier enters the battlefield.
260.  In formal introductions to nobility, you are not allowed to introduce your companions as “the other guys.”
261.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to monologue.
262.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to do anything that would make a Sith Lord cry.
263.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to get telepaths to hurry up the speeches of long winded politicians.
264.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to hand over annoying reporters to any organization that could be considered a theocracy.
265.  If a black op requires you to impersonate an employee, you are not allowed to bill the target for overtime.
266.  By definition, chaplains cannot be atheist.
267.  The proper response to the question “Why?” is not “Why not?”
268.  It is assumed that a properly trained Titan Pilot knows what at least one of the buttons in the Titan’s cockpit does, and it is wrong for Cooper to pretend otherwise.
269.  At the end of a high profile assassination mission, the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to play disco music on the target’s phone.
270.  The Scoundrels cannot hear the soundtrack.
271.  Thermonuclear hand grenades do not exist, and the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to try and make them.
272.  I assure all of the Scoundrels with absolute certainty that Ralph is not a traditional Japanese name.
273.  None of the Scoundrels are from Margaritaville.
274.  Hawaiian shirts are not part of any of our governments’ formal uniforms.
275.  Master Chief is not allowed to record Gravemind ASMR.
276.  The Scoundrels are not allowed to write tell-all books about anything.
277.  “Legends never die!” is not a valid excuse.
278.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to think of new, creative, or fun uses for cursed artifacts.
279.  Check the door means listen to see if there’s any activity on the other side, not put multiple rounds through it.
280.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to give wasabi to unsuspecting aliens.
281.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to do anything they saw Jackie Chan do.
282.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to implement any battle plan that includes the words “and hope they miss a lot.”
283.  There is an upper limit to the number of people a bullet can go through.
284.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to unionize the Unggoy.
285.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to hack forge world PA systems so they only play Allentown.
286.  Sarcasm is wasted on Imperial Stormtroopers.
287.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to upload porn to the HUDs of their commanding officers.
288.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to download porn from the HUDs of their commanding officers.
289.  No matter how tough the battle, the Scoundrels are to keep the congratulatory ass-slapping to a minimum.
290.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use time machines to invade Germany on August 31, 1939 and thus secure Belgian dominion over Europe.
291.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to Tokyo drift tanks
292.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to “catch air” in military vehicles.
293.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to send anything to the past, future, or alternate dimensions.
294.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to mount speakers on tanks to play Ghost Division as they drive into battle.
295.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to post memetic hazards on the internet.
296.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to bind eldritch dieties to their will and make them mow the lawn.
297.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to load weapons with all tracer rounds
298.  If your personal weapon can be read with a Geiger counter, you aren’t allowed to have it.
299.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to turn Khornite daemon worlds into self supporting blood banks.
300.  “Pimp my Death Star” is not a real show, and we are not bringing Grand Moff Tarkin back from the dead to host it.
301.  Prussian Glory March is not a disco song.
302.  We know that Shepard was brought back from the dead by Cerberus, but no matter how high profile or how close a friend, the Scoundrels are not allowed to ask Cerberus, the Adeptus Mechanicus, or, god forbid, Fabius Bile to bring anyone or anything back from the dead.
303.  Any weapon that can be set to “flay” is strictly forbidden.
304.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to sing the Oompa Loompa song every time someone annoying dies.
305.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to store squeeze tubes of explosive putty in medicine cabinets.
306.  On most planets, shoulder holsters are frowned upon as casual attire.
307.  Zero body count does not mean just the ones they can find.
308.  Walmart is not a one stop shopping place for hunting demons.
309.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to play football/soccer with AT-ST or Sentinel walkers.
310.  None of you are currently parents, but if you ever become one, Trazyn the Infinite is not to be named your child’s godfather.
311.  You know what, the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to name any of the following as godparents of any potential children:
-The God-Emperor of Mankind
- Emperor Palpatine
- Councilor Sparatus
- Leman Russ [Bjorn said it was OK so fuck you.]
- Kahless the Unforgettable
- Kuben Blisk
- Kharn the Betrayer
312.  Searching a building means entering it, not leveling it with artillery and digging through the rubble.
313.  FedEx does not deliver to Tatooine.
314.  None of the Scoundrels are allowed to single-handedly make Starfleet Academy the number one party school in the universe.
315.  Covering fire does not include nuclear weapons.
316.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to challenge anyone to a dance-off to the death.
317.  Kirk, rifts in the time-space continuum are not for your personal amusement.
318.  Blowing up the top twenty floors of a building is not a “diversion.”
319.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to convince Sith Lords to use Force lighting on their welding projects.
320.  Canadian is not a real language, and you can’t set your translators to it.
321.  There is no such thing as a were-saxophonist.
322.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to tell new personnel that starship windows can be rolled down.
323.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to start wars between major weapons corporations, especially “because I’m bored.”
324.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to clear enemy underground bunker complexes just using Bangalore torpedoes.
325.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to order a lance of Imperial Knights to perform synchronized dance numbers.
326.  The Scoundrels are to leave out human mating rituals when presenting cultural exchanges to alien ambassadors.
327.  When raiding enemy corporations or terrorist organizations, the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to look at the target’s HR files to see if they have better benefits.
328.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use time machines to collect autographs.
329.  Any buttocks belonging to the Scoundrels or any of their crews are permanently forbidden from making contact with any copy machine.
330.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to go FTL to avoid red lights.
331.  “Just throw them out the airlock” is not a backup first contact protocol.
332.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use the Enterprise’s transporters to fill enemy starships with jello.
333.  None of the Scoundrels are the patron saints of large explosions.
334.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to make, accept, or take rake-offs on bets concerning X-class end-of-the-universe scenarios.
335.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to go on PA systems and announce they just won The Game.  Goddammit.
336. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to trick Captain Marvel and Cato Sicarius any superheroes or super soldiers they deem “annoying” into fighting each other.
337.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to sell tickets to or organize cage matches between prominent super soldiers.
338.  Lockpicking and door breaching are two entirely different things.
339.  Performing obscene acts while in the cockpit of or piloting large combat mechs is strictly prohibited.
340.  Freeing slaves out of justice is good.  Out of spite, not so much.
341.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to compose offensive emails during stealth operations on the target CEO’s email and subsequently CC the entire company.
342.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to recreate the Charge of the Light Brigade with the Death Riders of Krieg.
343.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use telepaths to get out of speeding tickets.
344.  The state-controlled news service of the Imperium of Man most definitely does not have a liberal bias.
345.  Likewise, the state-controlled news service of the United Federation of Planets does not have a conservative bias.
346.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to kidnap Ewoks or Volus and put them in hamster wheels.
347.  Adam Vir is to, by order of Supreme Grand Master Azrael of the Dark Angels, return the Watchers in the Dark he took from The Rock as pets.
348.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to spend the entirety of their bonus pay on lottery tickets.
349.  The very concept of a Hutt lap dancer will earn a surprise visit from the Deathwatch.
350.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use grenade launchers to play bocce ball.
351.  If you are unsure of which side of the road you are supposed to drive on, the middle of the road is not a healthy compromise.
352.  No matter how cool it would be, the Scoundrels are not allowed to use any time machine to loan General Eisenhower a squadron of X-wings for D-Day.
353.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to program medical droids for “aggressive dentistry.” 
354.  The Scoundrels are to stop trying to get a reality TV show based on themselves.
355.  Garrus Valkarian is not “on loan” to the Vindicare Temple to improve either his or their sniping skills.
356.  Pointing out a massive plothole in any bad guy’s plan will not stop them from attacking you.
357.  Preliminary nuclear bombardment is not automatically Plan A.
358.  Maverick and Tope are not tax exempt for being chaplains. 
359.  Thomas Drake is to stop teaching classes to the rest of the Scoundrels on tax evasion.
360.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to refit tanks with jump jets.
361.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to create their own currencies.
362.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to set Jawas on fire with a massive magnifying glass.
363.  The Stanley Cup does not have the same power as the Holy Grail.  Not even on Canadians.
364.  The Scoundrels are not allowed to steal the Stanley Cup.
365.   The Eldar really hate it when you greet them with “Live long and prosper.”
366.   The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to give pre-teen children their phone numbers, especially when they are on black ops.
367.  You cannot partake in the sport of fencing with a broadsword.
368.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to switch nationalities or service branches for tax purposes.
369. None of the Scoundrels are “He who must not be named only in passing.”
370.  The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to shoot at natural disasters.
Well, there it is.  I hope you enjoyed it, and if you would like to add to the list, feel free!  
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Mysterylover watches Bleach Episodes 140-141
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1. So there’ve been like a billion Bleach analysis vids dropped in the last week. I was curious enough to check them out, but did my best to make sure I skipped past spoilers. That was interesting, especially since they dispelled a bunch of myths about the show (like getting ‘cancelled’ or ‘falling in popularity’), and validated something I’ve kinda begun to suspect: Namely, that Bleach is actually kinda good and most of the  critiques of it are things that are problems with any Shounen. Which is neat. Got me plenty hyped for this episode. 
2. Darnit we’re starting out with Ura’s fight. I’m still mad at you Ura. 
3. Rangi is so fiesty. Kick their asses Rangi! Also: So Hitsu is a full on WaterBender?! Damn that’s cool.
4. Oh Damn back to Ichi vs GJ. Ichi’s gonna get fucked up this time, I just know it. He’s so screwed. Thank god he’s a Shonen protag or I’d be worried he’d be dead. 
5. RUKIA WITH THE RESCUE!!!! YAS!!!! GO RUKIA VS GJ ROUND TWO. And Ruki Ices him up good and quick, then saves Ichi from being all bound. She’s awesome. I kinda have the feeling turning her back on frozen GJ is a bad idea. HE’s gonna pop outta that ice any minute now...
6.th YUP THERE HE GOES. GRabs Ruki’s head and looks like he’s sucking out her energy, only for...something to get in the way? OK who’s here to save Ruki now? (seriously we’ve got such a circle of saving). OK it’s uh...(checks subtitles) Shinji. Blond guy. OK. I guess he’s cool now.
7. So Shinji’s gonna fight GJ instead huh. DAmmit that’s so much more boring than Ruki fighting him. 
8. Wow GJ’s actually scared of Shinji huh? And damn that was a pretty big blast. Hope GJ’s not dead, he’s still a cool villain. LOL and Ichi and Ruki just stand there watching like ‘damn’. 
9. GJ yelling Damn really makes him seem like this show’s Vegeta. Like the badass villain rival whose role is to get his ass kicked all the time and be mad about it.
10. ULQUIORRA?!?! WTF WHY ARE YOU HERE? WHY ARE YOU INTERFERING IN THIS FIGHT? not that I’m complaining. I mean more Ulqui is always good. But wow they just left like that. Cause they  already got Orihime so they don’t need to bother with any of these losers I guess.
11. So Arrancars ascend through their light columns while Ulqui thinks judge-y thoughts about Ichi while flashing back to capturing Hime. Cause again, they’ve got her so they win. 
12. OOH Ulqui gave Hime a Phaser/Invisible bracelet huh? She can say goodbye to one person? (I’m going to guess it’ll be Ichigo, though my heart wants it to be Tatsuki). And damn there’s some serious Phantom of the Opera vibes in this sequence, huh? Hey, he is letting her say goodbye and spend 12 hours getting chores ready for everyone. That’s something. Most anime villain kidnappers are not that considerate.
13. Invisible Orihime sequence! And Phasing! Damn it’s like being a ghost. Spooky.  
14. THAT DOOF SAID TATSUKI’S NAME. AND HIME HEARD AND FREKED OUT OMG. SAY GOODBYE TO TASUKI HIME. DO IT DO IT DO IT!!! OMG SAD TATSUHIME MONTAGE. YAS WELCOME BACK TO THE FOLD
15. Tatsuki be looking right at Hime even though Hime’s invisible. That’s some serious soulmates stuff. 
16. Sad Ichigo & Rukia scene next, as of course the minute Hime disappears nobody can heal him right away. Damn they’re gonna lose their white mage healer this arc! Without Hime the squad is gonna be so screwed, they’re  worse than Deku at avoiding getting injured.
17. OOH this guy described his powers as being like a ‘time reversal’. Is that how Hime’s powers work too? DOES SHE HAVE ERI’S POWERS?! (or maybe not since Eri doesn’t talk to fairies).
18. Rukia immediately tries to reassert her position as Hime’s main femslash pairing by worrying about her and ditching the injured Ichigo to go find her. Even though she’s hungry and Ichi’s nice sisters have dinner ready for her. 
19. I like how Ichi’s family has just kinda accepted that Ruki now lives in Ichi’s room. Like, it’s just the way things are.
20. ORIHIME KITTY PRYDES HER WAY THROUGH THE WALL. She’s picking Ichi? darnit. Ah well. OK let’s see whatcha got for Ichi, Hime. She lists all her ships to make sure we know she still remembers them. 
21. She’s sweet about Ichi’s sisters spending the night! And gets embarassed about being in his bedroom. This sequence is so wholesome. (except the “your scent” line wtf hime you been memorizing that?) Anyway, she puts her hand on his. 
22. DON’T KISS HIM WHILE HE’S UNCONSCIOUS HIME!! GUY CAN’T CONSENT IF YOU DO THAT!! Anyway we get a cute IchiHime montage, to make sure we’ve covered all the main Hime shipping bases this episode. And thank god her tears wake him up before she can kiss him unconsciously. 
23. DAMMIT HIME YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY. She wanted to do all this stuff. Damn she likes sweets huh? oh god she’s gonna make me start bawling. She wants to live 5 lives. “I would have fallen in love with the same person five different times” HOLY SHIT HIME. You are smooth. That’s a hell of a line. 
24. “goodbye halcyon days”.
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Disco 3.09: Terra Firma (Part 1)
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That scene of [spoiler] flat on the ground getting just systematically pummeled by [spoiler]—punch after punch after punch after punch—was a perfect metaphor for what the themes this season have been doing to me emotionally. It’s been a pleasant, if occasionally heart-wrenching, surprise to feel something about this show besides “whoa, cool CGI!” or bone-chilling dread—but hopefully Season 4 won’t feel quite so much like it’s being aired directly at me.
So I went zero for two on last week’s predictions in the first goddamn scene, lmao. Turns out the post-TNG combadge on Vor’s early-TNG uniform was just a VFX mixup in the trailer, since he’s seen with the correct oval-backed delta in the actual episode—so that’s neither a meaningful plot element nor a cute inside joke about historical accuracy over the centuries, shame. Still got to see Gersha Phillips’s take on a spandex front-zip, though—that piping! *chef’s kiss*
I also thought Georgiou’s condition was “obviously” something engineered by David Cronenberg’s character (subtitles say his name is Kovich). Apparently he didn’t cause what’s happening to her; he’s just here to explain it. Now if only he’d explain what the fuck is up with his tie...
Speaking of the unfortunate Lt. Cmdr. Yor—he was from the fucking Kelvin timeline??? I wasn’t sure they’d ever acknowledge that in prime canon—and I don’t think the mainline Trek universe has ever been called “the prime universe” diagetically until now, either. (“Why not The Mongooses? That’s a good team name! The Fighting Mongooses.”) I especially love what a small connection it is: one guy crossed over from there, a long time ago, in what was apparently a one-off incident. (He also arrived a year before Lower Decks S1 is set—will we see an animated Vor on the Cerritos next year?)
Tilly: *aggressively eats lunch with you*
You can see how the hope and idealism of Discovery’s crew has softened Admiral Vance—his conversation with Captain Saru was so mentorly and almost tender that it gave me the terrible, terrible feeling that his character growth, and especially his soft “See you when you get back,” mean that he’s definitely going to be killed by Ossyra before they actually get back :(
Likewise, Georgiou’s goodbye scene with Saru and Tilly was a transparent attempt to manipulate my emotions, and guess what? I was successfully manipulated 😭😭😭
As a “computer person” myself, I found Adira forgetting to un-pause their descrambling program—then thinking, since it wasn’t running, it had broken—almost painfully relatable 😩 Also in that scene, Stamets sticks up for Gray’s presumable intentions in (sorry for this...) ghosting Adira (...it was right there!), and Adira says, correctly, “but he doesn’t get to decide what’s good for me”—and speaking of painfully relatable moments, I loved Stamets’s reaction there.
When you’re an adult of a certain age and you’re talking to someone a fair bit younger, you’re sometimes confronted with the uncomfortable reality that wisdom rarely comes from quantity of experience alone. To grow wise, you have to experience things that teach you important lessons, and you have to be willing to learn from those things. That can happen at 16 or 46, and realizing it’s more about luck than time when you’re closer to 46 than 16 can give you a little existential vertigo. It’s a lovely grace note in Stamets and Adira’s relationship (and Anthony and Blu’s performances!) that Paul doesn’t always have the high ground when it comes to emotional intelligence.
SPEAKING OF PERFORMANCES, just drive a truck full of Emmy statues up to the Martin-Green household and dump it out on the lawn. Every one of Prime Michael’s pangs of hurt and confusion and desperate affection for Phillipa comes through loud and clear—and Mirror Michael is just unhinged. Sonequa Martin-Green is one of the greatest acting talents any Star Trek production has ever had, she’s clearly having the time of her life sinking her teeth into this role, and it’s a genuine fucking privilege to watch her work every week. I can’t decide whether I want Evil Michael Burnham to have a SUPERLATIVELY AWESOME death scene or show up again down the line as a recurring villain—but this is Star Trek, so you never know, we could easily get both.
David Ajada shows up to collect a paycheque, ask Saru if there’s room in the A-plot yet for Book (not this week, sadly), and walk around looking like the goddamn Wikipedia entry for "compulsory heterosexuality" in yet another long black sweater from H&M’s 2019 "Gender? I don’t know her" collection. (Face it: there’s no man more attractive than a fictional one written by a lesbian.)
I guessed last week (privately; no points) that the barren planet we saw them on in the trailers was going to have some kind of Guardian of Forever situation, but I didn’t expect Paul Guilfoyle to be there, and I did not expect Carl—who, sort of like how Book has a Star Wars vibe, feels right out of Doctor Who.
(The only other headline in Carl’s newspaper that I could make out, by the way, besides the big one about the emperor, was about the USS Jenolan having gone missing—the ship that crashed into the Dyson Sphere with Scotty in its transporter buffer, as seen in TNG’s “Relics.” Easter egg? Or plot point???)
Michelle Yeoh has been so great in so many ways on this show, but she outdoes herself in this episode, in every single scene. Just like Michael Burnham, Georgiou was conceived as a one-season character—she wasn’t designed to have room to grow—and Season 2 didn’t really do anything to write her out of that corner. Season 3, though, has done a really compelling job of giving her interesting things to do and interesting ways to change.
And sending her back to the motherfucking Mirror Universe is possibly the most interesting way to show just how much she has changed, holy shit. (I guess Carl didn’t read about the Interdimensional Displacement Restrictions in that newspaper of his.)
There are two legitimate reasons for sending characters to an AU with extremely out-of-character doppelgangers: to highlight something about our regulars through contrast, and/or to let the actors vamp. The MU arc in Season 1 was grim and almost entirely joyless, and didn’t really shine a light on anything in the prime universe—it was just a generic escalation of stakes for our heroes. The Klingon War was the frying pan, and the MU was the fire.
This time we actually learn things about these people: Georgiou, of course, but also that the “real” Captain Killy has a lot more of Prime Tilly’s trademark nervous disposition than Prime Tilly pretending to be Captain Killy. (Too bad Killy’s destined to get blown up by Klingons with the ISS Disco in the Prime Universe.) It was also a ton of fun to see Rhys and Owo as deadly rivals, Rekha Sharma as Evil(...er?) Landry again, and Bryce throwing knives in the mess hall—at, please correct me if I’m wrong, a brunette Hannah Cheeseman as an un-augmented Airiam?????
Also, I don’t know why they got Mirror Stamets of all people (inventor of the evil spore drive—not, as far as we know, also an evil slam poet) for that dramatic recital at the evil ribbon dance, except I know exactly why: he’s played by Anthony Rapp, who’s a goddamn treasure. And Georgiou changed the timeline here—Mirror Stamets was still alive to get phasered by Mirror Lorca in S1—but I hope we come back to the MU in Season 5 and Stamets is somehow, inexplicably, still around—only to get killed in a hilariously blasé way again, because—again—he genuinely sucks at like, the logistics of betraying people.
Finally, those adorable little DOT-7 drones... but make them eeeeeeeevil.
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Next week: We must leave behind all of that which destroys us. A mood for 2021 if ever I’ve heard one. (Plus, Mirror Saru grabs a dude—either Mirror Culber or someone else in medical red—and bodyslams said dude into the ceiling, which... is also a mood for 2021, tbh.)
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nicostolemybones · 5 years
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The Battle of Area 51
“This is not a game,” Nico lectured sternly, and Percy snickered. “This is no laughing matter, Jackson! Okay, let’s run through the plan one last time! Ares cabin, Clarisse, you’ll lead the charge, take down the guards, lay down cover fire for the Naruto runners! Poseidon Cabin, Zeus cabin, you guys whip up a storm to help the Ares cabin! Apollo cabin and Hunters of Artemis, you’re the snipers, I want you on high ground firing arrows at them! Aphrodite cabin, charmspeak those guards to let us past and to give us access codes to all the rooms and spill all the secrets! Hecate cabin, use the mist to make decoys! Nemesis cabin, remember, this is vengeance for all the imprisoned aliens and that’s why you’re here! Demeter cabin, slow the guards down with thick vines and poisonous plants! Athena cabin, you’re working on infiltrating and hacking all the computers! Hephaestus cabin, burn down gun stations, jam missiles, Festus can burn down doorways, I want to see you guys working on all the technology we steal and I want you all to figure out all the machines inside and use them for our advantage! Dionysus cabin, get them drunk, make them temporarily mad, weaken their defences! Iris cabin, use your abilities to disorientate and distract the guards! Hypnos cabin- CLOVIS WAKE UP- send the guards to sleep when you can! Hermes cabin, you’re stealing and sneaking in whilst the guards are distracted! Hades cabin- well Hazel- summon obstacles and summon weapons, shadow travel aliens to safety. The rest of you, just fuck shit up with your abilities! Romans; same rules apply, and follow the orders of your Praetors, do not go against orders unless necessary!”
“LET’S CLAP SOME ALIEN CHEEKS!” Connor yelled. Nico glared at him, whilst the younger campers plus Percy erupted into giggles.
“There will be no clapping alien cheeks,” Nico sighed in exasperation, “no alien cheeks will be clapped by anybody, by Olympus what the Hades is wrong with straight people?”
“Wait you’re gay?!”
“Yes but that’s not the point, just- go blend in with the mortals! Solace- you’re with me, we’ll go in with the Naruto runners and you need to make sure we don’t infect the aliens and they don’t infect us, and treat the wounded.” Percy wolf-whistled, so Nico summoned a skeleton to smack him round the back of the head. The group of demigods dispersed amongst the mortal army- which wasn’t much, but between the Kyles, weeaboos, tumblr trash, and Naruto runners, there was a fair few, and some cosplayers, DnD players, and medieval recreation nerds seemed to have a fair amount of weapons and armour- even if most of it was plastic light sabers, Klingon Bat’leths, and various other fantasy weapons.
Everything was quiet for a while, and the battle was more a staring down contest between the guards and the civilian raiders. Phones were beginning to live stream, and that’s when the Stoll brothers yelled the immortal battle cry “DO IT FOR THE VINE!!!” and the mortal crowd roared and cheered, repeating the battle cry.
“PEANUT BUTTER!!!” Tyson yelled as the crowd surged forwards. Nico screamed, Naruto running as fast as he could towards the guards, summoning skeleton armies of Naruto runners to back them up, but as soon as the guards opened fire, many Naruto runners gave up and turned away running back, or decided it best to run “normally”. One dedicated man had turned his electric wheelchair into some kind of turbo charged mini tank shaped like a Dalek. Fortnite dancers fortnite danced as they charged, Harry Potter fans desperately yelled out Unforgiveable Curses. Stargate fans dressed as Jaffa and Goa’uld warriors charged with staff weapons and pellet guns, some wearing “Free Thor” t-shirts- but not Marvel’s Thor or the Norse God thor- but rather the tiny alien guy Nico recognised from when Will made him watch Stargate. The Stargate Atlantis fans came dressed as Wraith instead. Marvel fans were clad in full superhero gear, although some fights had broken out between them and the DC fans. Star Wars fans dressed in Jedi robes. Clad in armour, the demigods didn’t look out of place. Nico was pleased to see the Egyptian magicians being lead by Sadie and Carter Kane, Magnus Chase and Samirah al-Abbass leading the Valkyries, Alex Fierro next to Frank Zhang shapeshifting into whatever they could. Alex stopped occasionally so she could spray mace into the eyes of Terfs.
Nico shadow travelled at the last minute, grabbing hold of Will and pulling him through the shadows. Will didn’t slow down when they emerged, and the image of Will Naruto running headfirst into a wall was going to be a source of laughter in Nico’s mind for many years to come. Thankfully, he didn’t do a Jason and knock himself out. “Ah fuck, I can’t believe you’ve done this!” Will gasped, and Nico raised his eyebrow. In the distance, they heard Grover cause a Panic- although it didn’t affect the guards about to shoot Will in the face, so Will let out a shrill whistle and Naruto ran for it.
“Dork,” Nico jibed, pulling Will into the shadows again. Nico meant for them to land inside an aircraft hangar- but it soon became clear that they were inside some kind of alien spaceship.
“Holy Hera,” Will gasped, “Nico THIS SHIP HAS A STARGATE! NICO LOOK THAT IS A STARGATE, IMMA DIAL ABYDOS-”
“Focus, Solace,” Nico warned, “we can do that once we get this back to camp. I wasn’t allowed to drive the sun chariot so I’ll drive this time.”
“I get the feeling I’m gonna die if I let you drive,” Will replied, and Nico huffed.
“That’s if I don’t kill your stupid face first,” he retorted proudly, and Will snickered, looking around the ship.
“OH MY GODS NICO THERE’S A LIGHT SABER HERE!”
“DIBS THE RED ONE,” Nico yelled, rushing over and grabbing one, almost decapitating Will in his excitement.
“We should summon up a certain ghost,” Will grinned.
“Are you suggesting we prank call Castellan?”
“Nico, dude. You have to, for humanity. Do it for our children.”
Several runs to McDonald’s later and Luke Castellan’s ghost was confronted by Nico in pitch black armour and a light saber to speak the immortal words: “Luke, I am your father.” Luke’s ghost laughed. The gods applauded from Olympus. Will was unable to get up off the floor through his raucous laughter.
After several minutes of exploring the craft, the two demigods were armed with phasers and now possessed the infinity gauntlet- although they both agreed not to let Percy near it in case he dabbed rather than Thanos snapped at monsters. Nico shadow travelled a fair amount of the loot back to camp, where Chiron stood facepalming and shaking his head. This is when Nico learned that the Party Ponies had joined the raid and found out that Monster Donut were sponsoring Area 51. Nico returned to find Will making a flower crown for a baby alien he’d found hidden in the glove compartment. “Is that what I think it is,” Nico questioned, and Will smiled.
“An alien? Well yeah.”
“No, I meant a baby. Are you seriously holding a baby?”
“Yeah, a cute little alien baby, I made them a flower crown and put a bow in their hair! Well I hope it’s a baby otherwise I just told a whole-ass adult I’m their daddy now.” Nico choked- Will didn’t appear to realise the innuendo his words would have turned into if the alien was an adult. Will appeared to have adopted an alien child and that somehow melted Nico completely. Stupid son of Apollo being a perfect dad to an abandoned alien baby found in the glove compartment of a space ship.
“You can’t just raise a child, Will, the parents won’t pay child support and you’re like- fifteen and you look- you look twelve, okay, you look like a foetus!”
“Nico I’m only two months older than you,” Will laughed, “I’m still fourteen like you are, idiot. Although technically you’re ninety, you can be the grandpa.”
“I’m not going to be your daddy, Solace,” Nico replied, forgetting how it may have sounded like an innuendo, and Will choked and spluttered.
“That word is officially banned,” Will squeaked, and Nico quickly nodded in agreement. Thankfully before it could get any more awkward, the alien child started to cry. “Oh my gods Nico what do I do with it?”
“Does it have an off switch or batteries you can take out like the babies they give you in school?”
“Um- I can’t see any off switch, Nico, what do I do?!”
“You’re the doctor! Sing to it! Just don’t do a Hera and yeet it off a mountain or out of a window, I don’t need you Percying this into a worse situation than it already is!”
“Oh my gods I’m a single parent before I’ve had the talk,” Will whined, trying to hum a lullaby to the alien baby, which screeched, turned into a bug, and ran. Will shrieked and Nico accidentally summoned a pile of alien skulls. “Hey! My singing isn’t that bad,” Will protested, and the alien bug screeched again and shot some kind of web at Will’s face. Will squealed, trying clumsily to wipe the webbing off his face. Once Nico stopped laughing, he helped to pull the webbing out of Will’s hair, although once he managed to detangle the last of the webbing, he found himself enthralled by the soft bouncy texture of Will’s hair. It was curly like Nico’s, but dryer to the touch, probably a testament to the hours of sunbathing Nico figured Will had to do in order to stay tanned all year round. He didn’t realise he was obsessively caressing his best friend’s hair until he felt Will’s hand on his shoulder. Nico gasped, snapping his hand back and muttering an apology, but Will merely smiled and gods that smile melted Nico. “Fellas, is it gay to kiss your homie at Area 51,” Will asked to nobody in particular, and Nico found himself turning puce as Will leaned in, placing a gentle but certainly not platonic kiss on Nico’s lips. Nico’s brain seemed to short circuit, skeletal butterflies resurrecting down his spine and in his stomach.
When Nico’s brain finally managed a coherent thought, all he could manage to say was “that’s gay.”
Will snorted, resting his head on Nico’s shoulder as he laughed silently. “You’re gay,” he finally replied through giggles.
“Well you kissed me, you’re gay,” Nico retorted with a huff.
“Yeah, but is it gay if it’s your homie and you’re in Area 51,” Will asked with an impish grin, lifting his head and giving Nico a mishievous grin.
“We are gay, you dumbass,” Nico replied, lightly shoving Will’s shoulder.
“I guess we are,” Will replied with feigned thoughtfulness lacing his voice, “maybe we should make out just to be sure.”
“Don’t push your luck, Solace,” Nico said sternly, and Will pouted comically. Nico stood on his toes and leaned up, but he was too short to reach, so Will leaned down and Nico was finally able to place a rough kiss on Will’s lips.
And of course, that just had to be the exact moment to hear a chorus of “two bros, chillin’ in a space ship, five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay!” They broke apart immediately, startled by the presence of an Iris message showing Percy, Jason, Leo and Piper all grinning stupidly at them and Annabeth rolling her eyes.
“I’ll kill you all if you dare tell anyone,” Nico warned, raising skeletons to chase after them- although the skeletons were certainly not human. Leo and Percy screamed and ran, whilst Piper and Will laughed loudly. Jason merely raised his eyebrow, and Nico shrugged in response.
“So, that’s your type, huh,” Percy grinned, “I never thought we’d share a type!”
“What,” Nico snapped.
“Bossy blondes,” Percy replied, and Jason and Annabeth glared daggers.
“I agree,” Piper chimed in, “bossy blondes are worth the trouble.” This time, Jason and Annabeth both blushed.
Nico shrugged, looking back to Will, who seemed to be pre-occupied with the Stargate behind them. “Well, this one’s my bossy blond,” Nico replied fondly.
“Troublemakers are my type,” Annabeth replied, and Percy and Piper bowed proudly, “and Jason’s.”
“My type is pouty emo kids with long hair and sexy accents,” Will replied, and Nico blushed darkly.
“Your type is troublemakers,” Piper replied, “the ideal OTP formula is bossy blonde and troublemaking brunette, you can’t change my mind.”
“Whatever,” Nico protested. The Iris message cut off when a fight broke out between a Star Wars stan and a Trekkie.
“So,” Will began immediately, “can we be boyfriends now?”
“Only if you keep PDA to a minimum,” Nico replied, and Will beamed, glowing a warm amber light. Before they could do much more, however, a loud explosion ripped their attention away from each other. They both ran out to find the source of the explosion, and that is where they found Clarisse refereeing a battle between Shaggy and Thanos. The Stolls were running a betting ring, and Nico was sure they were all gonna die. But hey, it was a room full of Millennials and Gen Z, so nobody seemed particularly bothered by the danger of the situation, because this footage would certainly be legendary. Thanos snapped, and Shaggy disintegrated, only to reform using 1% of his power and steal the gauntlet. Shaggy dabbed, and Thanos was no more. Clarisse blew her whistle and the fight was over- the most epic showdown in human history and it had only taken seconds. Within minutes, lightening struck, and that was the moment Percy groaned loudly in realisation that the gods had been responsible for Area 51 all along.
“FUCK YOU, ZEUS,” Percy yelled, and the lightening would have struck him if it wasn’t for Shaggy eating the lightening bolt and letting out a loud burp.
“Do you have any wisdom, O mighty one,” Kayla asked, bowing at Shaggy’s feet.
“Sometimes you just gotta eat the enemy, man,” Shaggy replied, and the demigods let out a collective awed ‘ooohhh’. It was that moment that Shaggy burped out a heart-shaped arrow, and Nico realised that Shaggy had vored Cupid. Nico felt a smug grin break through his usually stoic expression, and Jason cheered loudly from the sidelines.
“Anyway, Shaggy said gay rights,” Will grinned.
“Actually, young man,” Shaggy said, gently resting his hand on Will’s shoulder, “I say gay and trans rights. And on that note, I think I might assassinate the president! Until next time, guys, gals, and non-binary pals!” And with that, and a wink to Alex Fierro, Shaggy dissipated into the wind, enraging the bigots and empowering the queer kids.
The raid continued into the night, the Stolls helping to take technology back to camp and Clarisse leading the charge against the military. It was only when Nico and Will made their way to the middle of the camp, all of the aliens freed and all technology liberated, that the end of the raid was in sight. Nico opened the final door, the entire raid party behind them, to find Rick Astley tied to a chair, singing Never Gonna Give You Up. It was then that they realised: they had been Rickrolled by the government.
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vespaer77 · 6 years
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I Think It’s You
I Think It’s You
Summary: 
A totally angsty fic written for the angstiest @reylo-week-2018​ prompt ever: Wounds. Just sayin', set your phasers to angst, y'all, because I totally think I nailed it. I mean, it's a solid maybe.
Rating: General Audiences
"It's you, you know," Ben Solo groused at Rey.
"What?"
"This only happens when you're around. It's think it's you."
"Me??? Don't be ridiculous." He noticed she wouldn't make eye contact with him, though, preferring to keep herself engrossed with her hands as they rummaged through the medical field kit for a light bacta patch and a clean linen bandage. "Isn't that kind of peasant superstition beneath you?"
"Now you're just being rude." Not willing to let his point drop, he snatched the linen from her hand before she could even start unrolling it.
"Hey!"
"Look at this," he commanded, waggling the bound lump of cloth in the direction of his own face. "Look at it. Remember this?"
"Yes, Ben, I remember giving you that scar, stars forbid you allow me to forget. But if I recall you were trying to chop off certain parts of me as well and - oh yes! Didn't you have your own light saber?" She made a face and plucked the linen from his fingers. "Maybe one of us is just clearly superior in combat."
"Oh come on! We both know that I'm - that's just... that's - my shoulder! What about my shoulder, Rey?!"
"Same fight, doesn't count."
"Okay, fine. Exhibit B. The Throne Room of the Supremacy. Who brushed herself off and then went wandering around looking for, I don't know, escape shuttles or something like nothing happened?" He leaned forward for emphasis. "And who was still out cold on the floor?"
"Oh you can't be serious!" Her fists jabbed into her hips. "I am not responsible for what happened there - we both were, and just so you know I had a massive headache for three days!"
"Only three days, huh? Yeah. That's cute. And for the record, you were completely responsible. You reached for the saber."
"Ben, I am not having this argument with you again." She planted a palm forcibly against his chest and shoved him back into his seat to sit him upright.
"Alright, then how about this," he halted her by grasping her wrist. "Exhibit C - Tython."
Then: Exhibit C - Tython
"There," Rey had whispered to herself as she placed the finishing touches. There was great power in the ancient forge, where so many Jedi had come before her for generations, crafting their weapons and imbuing them with the strength and the purpose that could only be found in such a holy place. She hadn't made it ten steps down the crumbling stone stairs, however, when the familiar screams of TIE fighter engines shattered the tranquil serenity that clung to the ruins like old grey moss.
They'd recently gotten intel that the Order would try to take Tython. There was a lot to gain by such a maneuver, politically, and the world was steeped in the heady brew of time, old faith, and the Force. It was the kind of target that was likely a high priority item on Snoke's to-do list. It was the perfect opening move for a fledgling Supreme Leader that still had something to prove to his dead master, least of all to himself. And it was a fitting place to build her staff, considering it would also be the place where she'd put it to first use.
They'd ended up facing off in the ruins of the old Jedi Temple, specifically in the remains of an old bailey that encased what used to be a practice yard at one time. Their combat had been athletic and artistic and spectacular, but she could tell he hadn't been sleeping well. There had been dark circles under his eyes and he'd tired more quickly than she'd anticipated. Before she'd been pressured into dealing him a blow that would do more than just end their duel, he'd been toppled by a volley of Force, pushed backwards and off of his feet. She never even got the time to advance on him - the grassy, timeworn cobblestones that'd cushioned his landing gave out from beneath him, revealing the open, empty chasm of an old musty wine cellar beneath. She'd heard the resounding snap of his leg breaking from where she'd stood up top. It had signaled her to make a clean getaway before reinforcements arrived.
NOW
"Oh honestly," she chastised him, "there was no possible way either one of us could have known the ground we were on was hollow."
"I'm not saying you knew, Rey, I'm saying you're cursed."
"Oh come off it," she muttered, monotone, as she squinted and took a swab to the wound to clean it. "There's no such thing as curses."
"Oh really? Okay! OW!"
"Stop squirming! And stop being a baby!"
He shot her a look so piercing and so serious he could have convinced a cleric there was no Maker.
"You are cursed. I give you Exhibit D. Tatooine."
Then: Exhibit D - Tatooine
She could tell by the way his form was indistinct - his image blurry as if captured in motion - that something had been wrong. His voice had faded in and out and had sounded canned and distant. And urgent.
For months they'd been talking in secret. At first she'd wanted nothing more to do with him, and rightly so. Contact with him was risky, even through their private bond, and she'd bore no pretense of having any trust in him. But he'd been so incessant. To the point of badgering, really. Which was sort of his modus operandi. There had been things they'd both learned during their time on Tython... outside of how to survive a fifteen foot fall. There were legends on Tython, and truths. Lessons. And ghosts. They'd both walked away from the planet with questions.
Metaphorically. Metaphorically walked away.
They'd both left the planet questioning their own faith, questioning things they'd thought they knew. Rey had had no teacher, and Ren had fundamentally disagreed with his for... reasons. There had been no one else to turn to. So... she'd opened the door.
Tatooine had been a good world to build a resistance base. It'd boasted a brutally marginal enough climate that no one really wanted to go looking for them there... let alone be there. And the desert had been an easy place to lose pursuers. It helped if one happened to be veteran desert dweller. But because Tatooine had such an iconic and easily recognizable landscape, Rey had chosen to speak with Ben either indoors or underground... or most often late at night.
When he'd called to her that day, however, it'd been early morning. Granted, time was relative from place to place, but the routine had definitely been interrupted. And the connection had been... frantic. Rushed, or forced. Panicked. She'd only been able to make out a few words.
"I can't..."
"...who I am anymore..."
"...don't want this..."
"It's not safe."
"... Hux...kill me..."
"Please help me!"
She'd drawn attention to herself when she'd leaped to her feet at the breakfast table, but not as much attention as the sentries at their posts. Their cries had come screeching across the buzzing static pouring from at least three other hand held transponders in the room. Chaos had erupted from there as the rebels knocked over cups and upended chairs in their haste to race for their gear and their weaponry. The Silencer had been spotted, and was incoming.
Rey had breached the surface just in time to watch the ship's black avian silhouette streak past their base with a high pitched whistle and bash belly first into the tawny, shifting sea of sand dunes. She'd flung a hand up to her eyes to shield them from the blinding rays of the planet's twin suns as a geyser of sand and flame and smoke spewed skyward from the wreckage.
She would never forget the sound he'd made as she'd closed the distance alongside their group of first responders, hurriedly dragging along canisters of fire suppressant foam. The way he'd wailed and choked in pain... she would never forget the blood that had soaked the whites of his eyes as he'd gazed at her in horror, begging for asylum. Begging for mercy.
Begging for safety.
NOW. Again.
"Ben," Rey sang his name, placing a gentle kiss on the freshly applied bacta patch. She still gave him a sideways glare, though, as she began winding the linen around his hand. "I will not let you profane my memory of that day. That was the best day of my life."
This mollified him slightly, but Ben Solo wasn't exactly known for letting things go without a fight.
"I'm just saying," he replied, "that I had never crashed a ship before I met you. And I've never had so many broken bones, I've lost count of the number of stitches I've received..."
"What can I say," she smiled, cocking her head to the side as she tied a knot in the bandage, "love hurts."
"It's not fair," he grumbled at her. "It's an imbalance. It's a disturbance in the Force - think of the Force, Rey."
"I'm fairly positive the Force knows you only burned your hand on the stove." She kissed his forehead as she stood.
"This was supposed to be a romantic meal, and now you've ruined it. With your stupid curse." He just stared at her and blinked expectantly, like there was something else she was supposed to say in response.
Without hesitation she tore off her shirt and let it fall to the floor in a soft heap. She tossed her hair about her shoulders and swiveled her hips with flourish.
"Then maybe we should just skip dinner, draw a bath, and enjoy dessert with a bottle of wine."
"I, um," he swallowed and stammered the way he always did at the sight of her naked breasts, "yes. That's definitely the will of the Force, yes."
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robinruns · 5 years
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I should have been live tweeting me listening to Twenty (because I totally forgot what songs they put on this)
So here we go, quick recap of what I've heard so far, then as we go:
TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS ERA
1. Cute Without the E (Cut From The Team) - a great song, no surprise its here, love it.
2. You're So Last Summer - one of the greatest song titles. So emo for a band that emphatically states they are not emo now. (I hear you Adam, its ok)
3. Timberwolves at New Jersey - I always forget how much I like this one
WHERE YOU WANT TO BE ERA
4. A Decade Under the Influence - is one of my favorite songs. In college it was my ringtone when getting ringtones was like an ordeal that you had to go through so your Razr was the coolest of all your friends.
5. Set Phasers to Stun - I mean I would have picked I am Fred Astair or Slowdance on the Inside... for this spot, but ok
6. One-Eighty By Summer - I still hear this one on the radio and it makes me so happy
LOUDER NOW ERA (*cries in nostalgia*)
7. Liar (Takes One to Know One) - oh man I love this song, and the video is really cool too
8. MakeDamnSure - this is THE song. This is it. This is what got me into Taking Back Sunday. It went so hard and I just love it. 🖤🖤🖤
9. What's It Feel Like To Be A Ghost - surprised it's on here, not mad about it!
10. My Blue Heaven - omg it's on here. OMG. This is... a song that reminds me very much of me and my boyfriend right before we started dating and if you look into the meaning of the song you will see why this probably makes us bad people but I just dgaf because it mean so much to me and 2007 was a wild time.
(And now I'm caught up to myself)
NEW AGAIN ERA
11. Sink Into Me - This was an amazing song that is forgotten about far too often and I hope it being on here redeems it
12. Everything Must Go - I legit forgot this was off this album, I thought it was on the next album. Wow. It makes me like it better somehow? Because this song goes for it and I love it. It makes me sad and I like being sad. Again, appreciate this album people!!!
TAKING BACK SUNDAY ERA
13. Faith (When I Let You Down) - classic. I have this song up on my wall. I really like it.
14. Call Me in The Morning - I love this song. And yes, it is being used as inspiration for a portion of the next part of Weapons of Clairvoyance. God Adam and John's voices are raw as fuck on this and I love it
HAPPINESS IS... ERA
15. Flicker, Fade - me right as the last song was ending "If I am about to be hit with the intro to Flicker, Fade I'm gonna cry" 3 seconds later cut to me on the kitchen floor crying. My dudes, you CANNOT do this to me this early on a Friday morning!!! I FUCKING LIVE FOR THIS SONG. UGH. FUCK! GODDAMN IT I NEED TO MAKE OATMEAL NOT BE CRYING RIGHT NOW
16. Better Homes and Gardens - I dont love this song and I honestly dont understand why
TIDAL WAVE ERA
17. Tidal Wave - fuuuuck yes I love this song. A running song. Love it
18. You Can't Look Back - I love this song, I love Tidal Wave so much 😭
19. Call Come Running - I like it, but I looooove Holy Water and would have preferred it, but again this entire era was perfection
TWENTY ERA
20. All Ready To Go - Quintessential Taking Back Sunday. I've been loving this song since November and making bad puns since then
21. A Song For Dan - I first heard this song yesterday when they released it through Rolling Stone and wow, this is a beautiful song, that amazing mix of raw vocals and beautifully orchestrated music and it's just wow. So sad, but so beautiful.
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xtoastghostx · 7 years
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I should get it out of the way immediately: it’s rare for music to affect me like this, and I think this is the best thing I’ve heard in a minute. Maybe the most inspiring album I’ve digested in a decade, and I still need to listen to this further.
 No idea what this album is called. In my mind I call it “B,” but maybe all the copies have different Dollar Store letters stuck to the front of the slimlilne green Staples-bought 12-pack jewel case. Or maybe this is the only copy extant. I honestly have no clue. Some kid named L (El? Elle?) or an alter-ego (band?) named Incipient Rage? Not sure, but that mysterious charm is part but far from the complete picture of why this CD-R affects me so powerfully. I was handed it during study hall, barely understanding the context – a perfect prelude to the expectations reversal of this entire rekkerd.
 I was sold from the first instants, the almost-Negativland-but-more-uncool random sleep Dr sampling that goes far too long with just barely audible bass riffs ‘n’ noises choodling away in the background. The mood is set, the tone is bleak, the intro is laid. & I took the bait. I was hooked, but I could not have been prepared for what came next.
 …Which was complete decimation and then disintegration of any musical expectations, rebuilding a fragmented musical language from scraps both modern and ancient, dissecting everything that should be and building it into “will be” and letting the isolation just shatter. Everything.
 Yeah, it’s badly played, sure, but it’s also stumbling rhythm free-jazz or some sort of modern reinterpretation of what constitutes “song” fed thru boundless energy and one minute from idea to final product “hey I can do this” punk rock.
 Other than the intro “welcome take 2” and its counterpoint “farewell take 2”, the tracks here are mostly live, one-take bedroom acoustic numbers with barely any overdubs, recorded on what is evidently free software (I hope it’s Microsoft Sound Recorder, which would explain the charming/jarring abrupt cut-offs and restarts as record is hit again (time warp’d beauty) – but I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s some free version of Audacity or something similarly featureless). But the homemade quality is what takes this thing into realms of pure musical bliss for me. The one mic picking up EveryThing is the best aspect: the metronome is irrational but everpresent, the family members are bemused, angry, or doing other things – you can hear snippets of conversation, TVs, saxophone practicing, and various requests to shut up (the dog’s barks on “taco bell’s cannon” are revelatory). Most precious are the nightly recorder/kazoo/mouthpiece warbles that rip apart popular melodies as a means to entertain the little sister only to become torturous. Lillie’s “I’m gonna snap that thing” is audio gold and worthy of a remix on its own, even if it weren’t for the brilliant multi-blowy-instrument attack on sense that follows.
 “hot potato baby” is one of the true highlights, beginning with the ubiquitous count-in “5,6,7,8” before not starting at the 8 and just phaser-effecting (one of the only “studio” effects on the whole 18-song masterpiece) some random noise with dead/broken trumpet blarping around into the joyful, youthful call to arms: “Hot potato, hot potato, hot potato baby/ chilis, peppers, onions, and cheese / hot potato, hot potato, bah-bah-bah-baby / sour cream and onion / bah!” before ending with that great horn solo that merges insanity with catchiness and wins, wins. Of course, she (they? B?) follow it up with a track (that I think is called “m.d.o. (two)” but the sloppy handwriting does not give a hoot) that overblows any speaker system and turns the woofers into rotating and pulsing air-conditioner units of vibrating danger, featuring badly mixed whispers and distant noise. The joy of audio experimentation is all over it. It’s Zappa’s beloved “Cheapnis” melded to a modern hi-skool exuberance and crackt-apart everything-goes cauldron of nonsense. Everything I love about The Frogs without the raunch factor.
 I really cannot overstate how many times I smiled while listening to this. Constantly. Telling myself “this may be the best dip ever” dozens of times before she proclaims it herself in the ultimate reverse-brag of “so there.” But irony isn’t anything and who cares, I believe it. I really feel inspired here. I want to watch the Internet burn down while this CD-R plays as the soundtrack.
 Let’s talk about “so there,” which may be the punk rockest song I’ve heard since Frank Discussion (of Feederz fame) sang with the same passion and vitriol as (whoever is singing here). Its fist is in the air as the other bashes along some vague chord attempts that would be prog-worthy if it weren’t so improvised, that should be classic if the world had any justice. Yell at me louder, let that out cos I am let in. The “suck it” vulgarity that riotously ends “so there” sliding into the innocent “poop it!” failure of trying to get the “Sweet Home Alabama” chords is one moment among thousands, but I think exemplifies just the type of suburban reality and honesty that this thing does not pose as anything but.
 If there’s one weakness (if something this reversed from the norm can be considered in normal weak side/strong side fashion), it’s the covers, which while being shambly jams of silly bursts of expression atop poorly played attempts at approximate chords, don’t have the overall rainbow of creativity that the other tracks pour out into pots of gold consistently. Faring much better is “oh yeah,” which I have listened to over ‘n’ over, still finding more reasons to smile and…just holy dip the amount of emotion and logic-inversion that this bold punk packs into a badly structured, peaking digitally, noise-scarred ugly scrap, two-chord monster is unreal. A statement of intent and an admission of frailty, a total classic. The music I would make if Toast Ghost had any guts.
 I feel 2 hopes: 1) is for B or L or whoever this is to learn how to use editing tools and craft something more listenable and put the bounding creativity into a structure of coherence that will blow my mind as well as make me dance, that will keep my mind moving while also being appropriate to play with company around. But my 2nd hope is 2) that that never happens because that will be the day that the insanity is toned down and it grows up and everything is bad again and the creativity is ruined. Because that’s what happens. I would take another one of these. Or 2 or 3. It’s the best dip ever, yes indeed, so maybe it never needs to clean up its act.
 I listen to music all the time, trying to find this type of thing that’s going to stir me something new by tapping into something old. I found it (or was forced onto it) here. It’s not perfect cos it’s much better than that. This is the real deal.
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