it's gon' be a long ride home tomorrow
from tennessee to texas to la
well if i could i'd never leave you
i'd come home to stay
another night from home
away from you it ain't easy i know
(baby, don't you want me)
the bucktommy cowboy au nobody asked for part three (parts one and two)
thinking about rancher!tommy who goes on long two-month cattle drives and dreams of the gorgeous cattle hand back home...
i miss luffy. the concept of freedom embodied as a person makes me grieve my life a little LMFAO. he is everything to me. he is my dreams as a person. completely free and changing the world. everything i want to be so bad. i adore him. he is a thousand suns to me in his brilliance. id burn the world down for a hug from him. i would do unspeakable things for a taste of the freedom he lives. i miss him. i wish i could reread one piece for the first time again. the joy and grief and anger of that story all over again that makes me feel alive. i want to feel alive like luffy does. stubborn in his place on this earth because he’s got dreams that are worth everything, but also completely content with dying in the process of reaching his dream. and yet still, he refuses to die because it means he can’t protect the ones he loves. he will shave off years of his life if it buys you a second more. he is so fucking selfless in his selfish way of living. he is my everything.
Fake Voyager Episode: Tuvok gets kidnapped and forced to compete in an arena where telepaths fight one another to the death for a shot at fortune and prestige. He was initially kidnapped as 'fodder' - the aliens who run the arena will grab any telepathic alien they can find regardless of skill and they're essentially just there to be killed by flashier veterans of the bloodsport.
The episode is mainly Tuvok showing off his tactical know-how and combat skills. We also get several flashbacks to him as a young man, learning how to fight both on Vulcan and in Starfleet. There's a concern that he will lose himself when forced into this seemingly endless battle, surrounded by violence, but in the end he prevails and manages to escape without killing a single person. He leaves the arena after giving a message of peace.
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Unnamed Goon: [Laughter] That puny 'Vuulcan' didn't land a single hit for all his bluster. Once I sealed his telepathic powers it was over! Huh huh huh… If I keep up this pace I should have him crushed beneath my fists in-
What...? I can't move...?
Tuvok: By now you have surely noticed it.
You are certainly a formidable opponent. Most would assume you to be a simple bruiser but that is not the case. You are a knowledgeable telepath - able to not only bolster your own physique but nullify the telepathic capabilities of your enemies.
However. You rely too much on one tactic and are too proud to allow yourself to look 'weak.' This was the ultimate cause of your ruination.
While you gleefully battered my body about the field I was able to locate twenty two out of twenty four 'kobat sfek' on your body - points which will render you immobile for approximately…four minutes. More than enough time. It was a shrewd precaution to nullify my telepathic ability.
However. I do not need them to best you in combat.
Even now, I am ten times stronger than you.
Unnamed Goon: T-Ten...TEN TIMES!?
[Imagining the sort of gruesome end that might await him, the unnamed Goon faints - leaving Tuvok the victor.]
Hey what's a book/series from your childhood that you remember like one or two things about but can't remember anything else and are starting to question your own sanity as to whether the book even existed at all. Like what's the bit you can remember?
I’d love an Oromë pov fic of seeing Tyelkormo Turkafinwë as a child and instantly recognizing one who could, should, will grow up to be one of his finest hunters, and watching over him through adolescence, welcoming him into the forest and then into the Hunt, maybe a little ritual hunter/hunted sex if that’s your thing…the teaching of animal languages, the gift of Huan…watching nearly helpless from ever-more-afar as he falls with his father and brothers, as he proves that Beleriand under Morgoth’s influence is a terrible place to have a well-honed sense of predator and prey…and one day, finally, many ages hence, welcoming him home again…
And the whole thing is draped like heavy furs in metaphors of spotting prey and stalking, lying in wait, trapping, chasing, capture and even bloody fight and feast. Because Oromë is the Vala of the Hunt, and how could his point of view be otherwise? Tyelkormo is, will be, a great predator, but all creatures are prey compared to the might of the Hunter himself… But while the language is entirely predatory, and there is an edge of It Is A Grand and Terrible Thing, To Be Beloved of a God, the intent is never “predatory” as we might define word today. Oromë is the Vala of the Hunt; he could no more disrespect the prey than he could the predator (perhaps that’s where Celegorm went wrong in Beleriand). Hunting with intent to love vs hunting with intent to kill, and the overlap. Hunting with intent to consume vs hunting with intent to be worshipped, and the overlap.
Also something something untamable wildness but also natural order; something something the nature of Valar in ruling vs embodying their domains, and how those who worship/follow/serve/love them fit into that. Something something a person’s nature (not nurture, just nature) and everything goes wrong when you deviate from that into too much competition and cruelty—or maybe something something competition and cruelty, too, are natural (both broadly and person-specifically), but if you want to spend time with people whose natures are inclined towards things like pretty gemstones and diplomacy (and you do want that, they’re still your family), you have to learn how to tamp down the more violent wildness for at least the duration of a dinner party, much as the Vala of the Hunt must tamp himself down at least a little to spend time with even the fiercest and finest of his young hunters.
the veleek is one of my very favorite animorphs terrors because it's an eldritch horror involved in an ultra rad high speed car chase and it's absolutely horrifying to think about. its like if "plague of locusts" was "tornado of locusts that bite you"
Hullo-hullo! I just read Chasing a Beacon and Light in a Storm, and I'm in love already!
Shoulder the Sky was a brilliant series, and I've been *waiting* for another author to pounce on the idea of the Small Gods. You, my friend, have done so brilliantly!
The idea of Finders being the ones to welcome new members of the family to the Temple is amazing, but the idea of the Temple being sentient is something I just ADORE! I can only imagine the memories it holds, the pure, unbridled *love* the Jedi must feel coming back after each mission! Ah!
I eagerly look forawrd to any more works in this 'verse that you're comfortable with and willing to share!!
(Not me getting to this like 3 weeks late because I'm a disaster)
Hi!! Thanks so much!!! I'm super glad you enjoyed it. I have so many headcanons for things, and I really like messing around with eldritch perspectives, especially ones that're almost but not quite human like the Temple is- because honestly, that thing has had people living in it for centuries, it's got some idea of How To Human, it's just messed up with all the other various bits of perspective so it's a bit weird. I was so goddamn excited reading Shoulder The Sky because the Small Gods fit so well into all of that, and I'm really proud that it worked out.
I've got a few other small ideas for Chasing a Beacon's world, though I'm not sure when I'll be getting to them (not me having a massive SW longfic I'm working on and also falling back into the DC fandom while finally starting to watch Danny Phantom like I've been meaning to for a while. I don't have a massive pile of things I'm doing all at once, not at all.). Hopefully they'll live up to your expectations when I do get there, though!