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greencarnation · 4 months
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eleven is fascinating to me because he came right off the back of tens horrible traumatic breakdown after he lost everything and he immediately tried to establish himself as the opposite of that. he is funny and goofy and almost childlike, and he bulldozes on in his adventures with amy like nothing happened at all. but then something happens and his masks slips and it's like oh! the core of this man is still anger. he is so so angry all of the time and this façade is the only thing stopping him from being consumed by it. he isn't over any of it and he hasn't moved on. he is wearing a fez and laughing but under that all that exists is age old anger and grief and it is going to consume him
#i do think that this pit of anger was eventually covered and soothed by the ponds#but he didn't adress it and he couldn't even look at it until he was twelve#when he stopped pushing back and repressing everything and finally allowed himself to exist as he was#but ok listen#its all layed out in the first 3 episodes of season 5 and in the way amy sees him#episode 1. here is the new doctor he is energetic and reeling and fun#episode 2. the space whale comparison. here is the new doctor. he is unthinkably ancient and almost godlike but he is so so kind#and patient and good. he is ancient and lonely but he can't stand to see children cry. so the doctor helps people#episode 3. daleks. the doctor is a soldier. these are his age old enemies. he wants them dead and he will stop at nothing#all logic and reason vanish. he is hitting the dalek with a pipe and yelling his head off while amy watches in horror#like obviously we know why but amy didnt#this is not a sane or rational man he is unstable and angry#and in that episode he was stripped back to what he largely is: hate#you would make a good dalek ect ect ect#anyway 3 episodes with 3 very distinct and equally definitely traits layed out like: here you go#i don't like elevens era much but those first 3 episodes were great#doctor who#eleven#amy#eleventh doctor#matt smith#dr who#dw#i mean idk this is what river literally had to spell out for him#eleven was careening completely out of control#how long til doctor means warrior indeed?#mine
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Slider, gently nudging cat!Mav aside with his ankle: ‘Scuse me, buddy. I don’t want to step on you
Maverick: *gasps* You kick Maverick?! You punt Maverick like a football?! Oh, jail for Slider! Jail for Slider for one thousand years!
Slider: You’re such a dramatic little shit
Maverick: *wails inconsolably* I am unloved. I must pack my little rucksack and run away
Slider, a big softie no matter how much he denies it: Oh, come here, you dumb furball. There’s no need for dramatics
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bebeocho · 2 years
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lalunanne · 1 year
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Is Dazai ever shocked about how flexible Chuuya is?
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Soukoku Performing Arts AU
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antisocialxconstruct · 8 months
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kitchen team leader during the huddle: and remember :) unless you're testing a new recipe, you shouldn't be sampling from the batches or nibbling on the ingredients :)
all the kitchen staff: of course boss 👍
everyone in the kitchen the second the TL is gone:
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unlockthestars · 10 months
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"So if my mom dates my mom......who's still married to my dad......, and if dad and my uncle get together......., that makes my family tree a circle."
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razielim · 8 months
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I spend way too much of my time thinking about Kyle Rayner's waist and thighs. ENTIRELY too much time.
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azurtai · 10 days
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@knghted, prompt / accepting, send a letter to the moon & stars ✧ ̖́- ↪ [  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in // im sending u cute things as compensation <3 anyway, elyon's always putting things on argenti, its argenti's time to help them with their clothes i think 😤
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if anyone would've been speaking to them elyon wouldn't hear, mind consumed with thoughts about the upcoming hours, everything they've been working for the last year coming into fruition when the clock would strike not long from now. the reveal of their new fashion collection holding the fashion industry, no, the whole of entertainment industry in it's grasp. little teasers here and there, cryptic messages, publicity everywhere: this could not fail, this couldn't fail, this had to go the way elyon envisioned it to go. no hair out of place, not detail left untouched, careful consideration for even the tiniest things. perfection, perfection, eternal perfection. that which they had worked so hard for [ ... ] having to deal with annoying paparazzi, dealing with delusional stalkers and internet gossip about their family and how they were raised could all be taken in stride if only, oh if only the things went the way they wished it would go.
outside of their hotel room they could hear the faint buzzing of cars coming and going, saw the flashes of obnoxious camera's reflecting against the window glass, heard the chatter of reporters and their impatience to finally see the one person everyone had come here for. yet here elyon stood, in front of a full length mirror, staring at their own reflection. head tilting from left to right, bangs partially pulled back by pearl clips, the dangling little stones glittered against the ink black of their hair, remaining locks rested artfully across eyes and cheek bones, framing face and putting focus upon light freckles that danced happily upon cheeks & nosebridge. elyon raises hand to allow digits to glide across the choker necklace that hung snug against throat, nails colored like the nightsky shimmered softly.
another tilt of their head, jewelry chiming softly, a constant against the buzzing sounds that continued to invade their room. perfect. they had to look perfect: they were perfect, they were, it's why brows furrow lightly as hands try to reach for the pearls that now hung loosely against their side, trying to clasp them together across the expanse of their back. the back - window of the dress giving view to a canvas, starry tattoo's, inked across the expanse of their back matched perfectly with the colors of night that adored the dress. though that would all become useless if these pearl chains couldn't be clasped together so they could hang loosely across the couturier's back. an annoyed click of their tongue and before anything unsightly could escape wine red lips he was already there.
of course. of course alvise was here as well, they'd been so occupied with their own thoughts that the racer's presence upon the couch had largely been forgotten. no, wrong, that was a lie. there was never a moment that elyon wasn't aware of their ━ friend's presence, they simply chose to pretend to ignore it. sometimes it was better to leave certain things be, a prime example being that alvise [ ... ] ah the fact they even referred them by their name and not by his alias should have said enough: but elyon refuses to acknowledge anything. regardless, they should ignore the way he stands behind them ━━━ looking at them through the mirror and for a second or two elyon doesn't want to give them any reason to think anything but when he smiles they can't help but roll eyes in what could only be withheld amusement.
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his hands ghost across their hips, settle there for a moment, holding them captive. was it normal to keep on staring at him through the mirror as he carefully pulled at the pearl chains, locking them together, higher and higher, while their fingers upon elyon's back felt like fire upon cool skin. this was not normal. this was not [ ... ] what was this ? they try to catch alvise' gaze but they're fixated upon the task at hand as if there was nothing more important in the world than making sure that elyon would look as dazzling as they always did. the couturier feels dress tighten, hugging body, feels the cool ornaments upon skin and they know that the task is done ━━━ but the racer doesn't remove themselves from them, instead they could swear those same digits hovered across back, trailed across jewelry and then, oh then their gaze finally meets in the mirror and no one is smiling now. what was that ? it's that burning question that makes elyon turn around to look over their shoulder, properly look at the one who was certainly a friend, certainly something more, certainly something incredibly special.
they want to thank him but bite tongue; instead they grab argenti's wrist and pull them along across the room before they sit down upon a chair, the slit across their dress falling open to reveal the thigh chain jewelry hidden behind fabric, glittering softly. and elyon ? they were seated as if they were royalty. they didn't even need to tell him, he just knew [ and was that not terrifying ? ] for the shoe - box with stiletto's that was underneath the chair was in their hands, opening it to take out the pair, and if someone would say that elyon for that split second held their breath they would curse someone's whole bloodline. ❝ see, there is a reason why i take you to these things. ❞ voice a melody, tease is honey sweet, it lacks the poisonous edge it could often carry. it doesn't reveal the tumultuous thoughts that swirl just behind their mind's eye. he takes their words in stride, as he always did, and elyon is thankful that they don't mention whatever it was that happened before. both of them were good at keeping silent when it came to that subject.
yet, when argenti steadies their ankle and slides the heels across their foot, holding it with such dedication; elyon wonders if they should really start talking about it. when he helps them out of the chair, when they both look at their own reflection in the mirror, elyon thinks that they really should talk. one day. not today, not tomorrow, not next week or next month. but someday surely. a promise made as they make sure to lace fingers together with that of alvise, palm against palm. the reporters were waiting, the camera's were ready, the red carpet called their name and the people were eager to see the runway show. this was it, their day, and perhaps it was fitting they wanted to share it with him. argenti de rossi. alvise andreuccio.
❝ don't embarrass me or i'll have your head. now, let's go. ❞ his laughter is a welcome sound against the energetic buzz that wrapped itself around the venue and the flurry of his complaints following afterwards too, continuing on until they reach the photo zone where elyon has to silence them with a slender digit upon lips. and if the camera's caught that moment so be it, if anyone could see the adoration upon their face behind that feigned annoyance then so be it. after all, who would believe it ? who ?
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anderwhohn · 6 months
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Isabela is technically a registered biotic, though she lacks the combat proficiency necessary to have classed as an adept, vanguard, or sentinal (of the three, she would likely have been a sentinal, given her tech skills). Her biotics are a result of secondary exposure to element zero at the age of 14 (2168 CE (ie a year after L2 biotic implants were developed) - which is canonical, but never properly gets addressed in the mainline series, so it's easily missed and most people quite understandably assume only those classically trained in biotics is capable of them).
Since she also wasn't detected as even being biotic until she's 17 (2171 CE - again, this is canonical), she receives an L3 biotic implant as opposed to the L2s when the latter prove to be dangerous and so L3s were developed a year prior (2170 CE), which is later subsequently upgraded to an L5x by Cerberus in 2185 CE when they successfully rebuild and revive her (meaning that in AUs where that much doesn't happen, she remains an L3, and thus doesn't gain as much control as she does over her biotics themselves by ME3, at least not without wilfully undergoing the procedure for the upgrade herself).
Ignoring game mechanics so that it's possible to use prior to it being available in game, Izzy is only really capable of using her biotics in a Flare (bonus power learned from Aria in the ME3 Omega DLC - though until ME2/ME3 timeline, she has lacks any real finesse with it that she gains from the L5x implant and Aria's input), as well as minor things that come up when her biotics react to her emotions (think that conversation between Sara and Cora in Andromeda and Cora's biotics act up because she's frustrated and so her kicking a box has biotic energy behind it), so she'll end up with biotics flickering around her hands or entire body - which she uses to her advantage as an intimidation tactic as well (paragade with strong renegade tendencies - it's only because her galaxy changing decisions are more often paragon-aligned that she ends up more paragade than renegon in most cases, and even then she's often exceptionally close to being 50/50 through most of the overarching missions until the end which pushes her closer to 60/40 in favour of paragade).
Izzy definitely isn't capable of precision work with her biotics - she struggles even to use them to deliberately move things no matter their size, her attempts at barriers are as weak as wet tissue paper, etc. - and yet she still ends up with the weakness of human biotics where she has a higher metabolism and easily burns out much factor than a non-biotic operative would. As a result, she always carries a handful of high protein ration bars with her (mostly levo, though after bringing Garrus and Tali aboard, she starts carrying a couple dextro ones as well, for emergencies), but even that doesn't guarantee she won't end up burning herself out, or overcharging her amp and needing help getting back to the ship or even outright extraction if they're overwhelmed.
Most people don't assume Izzy is a biotic at all, thanks to her being in infiltration saboteur and engineer, and that she doesn't resort to them often unless overwhelmed in the field, at least prior to the Reaper Invasion, at which point she relies on them heavily when fighting reaper ground forces (further adding to her exhaustion during the war), and as that gives her an active advantage in combat, she likes to keep it that way as much as possible. So typically only those she brings out into the field on a regular basis enough to either witness her biotics, or that she's comfortable enough with to talk about them herself, ever actually realise, especially when she doesn't always seek to eat a biotic's rations (much to Chakwas's chagrin when it inevitably leads to Izzy burning herself out more frequently).
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phantasticlizzy · 6 months
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Nimona Wilder
Do you think Nimona might be a parallel universe version of Mona Wilder?
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alzoom007 · 1 year
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Taylor Swift song theory I can’t get out of my brain
Okay so quick disclaimer, Taylor’s songs can be whatever you want them to be about, and obviously, we won’t know the full story of any of her songs. This is all just my thoughts
Anyways
I have a theory about the relationship between bigger than the whole sky and would’ve could’ve should��ve. In bigger than the whole sky, Taylor is talking about saying goodbye to something, something (or someone) she wishes she had time with. In would’ve could’ve should’ve she talks about losing her girlhood and wishing she could have her past back. My theory is that in Bigger than the whole sky she is talking about the girl she would’ve been if the things in would’ve could’ve should’ve never happened. 
Okay, my first reason is kinda obvious. There is a reference to would’ve could’ve should’ve in bttws. But if you even read this whole chorus and this about her losing her girlhood, IT MAKES SENSE. her time before would’ve could’ve should’ve (if its about speak now drama basically pre that album) is viewed as this like young innocent time. So that time when she was first growing as an artist and gaining popularity her life felt BIGGER THAN THE WHOLE SKY. Also would’ve could’ve should’ve is literally about her being older and thinking about that time. MEANING SHES GOT A LOT TO PINE ABOUT WHEN SHE LOST HER GIRLHOOD>
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Okay next reason is this lyric in bttws. 
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This relates to the lyrics in would’ve could’ve should’ve 
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Meaning if she had stayed praying and being this good girl maybe none of this never would have happened and she wouldnt say goodbye to her past.
I’m sure there’s a lot more I could relate this too if I literally went lyric by lyric but I have like no motivation to do so. Anyway its just a thought, as I said before, we will never know the whole story, Taylor deserves her privacy
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lostsometime · 2 years
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concept: a D&D one-shot inspired by and in the style of the absurdist Pirandello play Six Characters in Search of an Author
~Six Characters in Search of a DM~
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thewhitefluffyhat · 2 years
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Gideon was slumped over the small desk, painstakingly reading aloud a passage of legalese so dry and dense it approximated the mouthfeel of congealed Drearburh porridge.
But it gave her something to do, something actually useful to do, because Harrow couldn’t read it herself, what with the heavy, black cloth covering her otherwise bare face.
Upon returning to their shared quarters, Harrow had wordlessly stolen the dark alcove of the bottom bunk. This had not surprised Gideon. Her necromancer had been marched away some sixteen-odd hours prior, and if the previous days were anything to go by, she’d spent that time being interviewed in a very very bright room with a very very thick wall of plex between her and a rotating assortment of stern-eyed professionals.
Gideon had just finished the second page of law-filled soporifics when she was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“We’re not taking questions,” she called out, not bothering to get up from her stiffening position in the chair. “And if you’re from the God’s Word Gazette, then I’d like to clarify: we’re not taking questions and also go fuck yourself.”
As repartee went, it wasn’t clever, or witty, or even passably funny. But then, neither were the articles in the God’s Word Gazette, or in any of the endless churn of news centerpieces with their likenesses plastered at the top. Gideon had always been curious what it would be like to have her picture in a magazine, but the reality left rather much to be desired.
“Don’t worry, it’s just us,” came a familiar voice from behind the metal.
“Let them in,” Harrow waved listlessly toward the autodoor unlock, so Gideon reached over to flip it.  She then clenched her hands over the edge of the chair seat and swiveled the saggy office reject around to greet their visitors.
As expected, Palamedes had to duck awkwardly to enter, Camilla trailing stoically behind him.
“Bad news?” Gideon asked at their grim expressions.
“Very,” said Palamedes. “Our lawyers’ arguments were incontrovertible - grounded on three millennia of tradition, logically exquisite - but the judge is Eighth. And based on his line of questioning, he appears to think the 103-C Statutes apply to this case, which is an utterly nonsensical interpretation -”
“One.” Gideon held up a finger to stop the agitated rambling from increasing in  speed. “What are the 103-C Statutes? And two, why should I care?”
“They’re treaties regarding necromantic atrocities and yes,” Camilla promptly supplied.
“103-C is the category reserved for the gravest acts of depravity and their byproducts.” Palamedes appended. “Surely you remember the ruling in Liorr system v. Cornelius? The rogue priest found in possession of an ectoplasmic amalgamate composed of dozens of shepherded civilian souls?” At Gideon’s blank face, he sighed and readjusted his glasses. “Do they even teach history on the Ninth?”
“Uhh…” The Ninth certainly had books of brimming with historical dates and names and facts; whether Gideon had paid attention to them was another question entirely.
“Nav, you didn’t think I was joking about being a war crime, did you?” Harrow murmured.
“No, that would have required you to have a sense of humor.” A quick, fond smile crossed Gideon’s features to match the quiet “hmph” from the bunk.  But that smile didn’t last long. “Right. So. Isn’t that accurate? We’re talking two hundred kids…”
And me, she thought, but that was not a revelation she was keen to grapple with this particular moment. Or any particular moment, for that matter.
“Oh, from a technical standpoint, the designation is fully deserved,” said Palamedes, who had begun pacing back and forth as best he could in the cramped space. “The problem is it’s also a legal designation.” He paused and shook his head. “103-C aren’t people, Nav. They don’t have rights. Until now, there hasn’t ever been an example that was sentient, let alone -”
“Yes there has,” said Harrow, unexpectedly.
“What? When?” demanded Palamedes, as Camilla silently and simultaneously raised an eyebrow.
Harrow removed the folded veil and winced as she opened her eyes. “The most contemporary occurred less than a century ago. A Cohort-backed necromancer was researching animal-derived constructs, and he performed a total thalergetic integration on his wife with a monkey and later his daughter with a dog.” She struggled slightly without skeletal arms to push herself up. “The first hybrid was coherent enough to plead for death; the second also proved capable of speech though the full extent of her faculties was never ascertained.”
“So what happened to them?” Gideon wondered, despite being perfectly aware that no story that began with dubious necromantic experimentation has ever ended well.
“The mother starved to death. The daughter… perhaps you could say she was euthanized. Killed by an enemy combatant who breached the outpost. After that -” Harrow’s voice shifted, as though recalling a memorized litany. “A team of specialists was brought in for the separation, the divided remains were processed for vitrification, the canisters were interred at the site, and the entire compound submerged beneath a saltwater reservoir. To deter revenants.”
“Lovely,” said Palamedes, looking rather ill. “Where did you even find those records?”
“I didn’t find them,” said Harrowhark, “When I was five, I asked my mother if there were any other little girls like me.”
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asteralien · 2 years
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being bi has nothing to do with sexuality or romance and everything to do with feeling torn during the "these two characters are acting Very Queer with each other, i love their flirting, they're so in love" VS "friendship is just as good as romance, shipper goggles is not the only lens through which to view these characters, there's a lack of good friendships in media" debates
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gorgeousgalatea · 2 years
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Me: Looks like there’s an uptick in queer boyband YA books, that’s cute
The horrible gremlin in the back of my brain: You mean it looks like the 1D RPFers got old enough to start publishing
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