#spooky action at a distance
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magic + spookycorp
supercorptober 2023
“Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.” ― Haruki Murakami
Or Lena learns to move through the world by actions at every distance. She fall in love with Kara somewhere along the way.
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When she was little it made sense. The world made sense. And she fit neatly in it.
There was a predictability in it.
In days becoming nights becoming mornings. In peeling pages off the calendar on the wall her mother had hung in the kitchen.
There was a simplicity in it.
In the way it hurt when she tripped over the garden wall and scraped her knee. In how it felt better when her mother kissed the bandage she placed over the cut.
Time and gravity and love all falling into order.
Until the day they don't.
Her mother dies and she doesn't know why.
When she is four she is angry at the water.
She gets older she believe's in God just enough to hate him instead.
One day she learns to hate herself for it instead.
And even when see learns the truth of it, buried somewhere in the science of currents and silt and fluid dynamics — it is easier to keep hating herself.
But it is never really the nature of the universe we are angry at, but ourselves, and the conceptions we try to impose on it.
She tries to remember that.
Tries to ground herself in equations and numbers and theorems that reason with the intention every bit of cause and every bit of effect. The trajectory of planets, the dance of electrons, each with a purpose, a path.
She moves with them.
But less easily.
Less predictably.
Her motion through the world less elegant than the science she covers herself with — buries herself in.
She keeps moving though. Because what else is she to do. The universe pushes her forward with the rest of it.
It is a motion that is mechanical, constant — personal.
She collides with the world and it collides with her, over and over and over.
She tries to make herself bend to meet them, to stretch, to compress so that she can remain whole.
Sometimes the world hits her so hard she can still feel the marks on her skin.
She will learn that it is not always bad to be left changed.
She keeps moving. She keeps moving until moving feels less like she colliding with the world and more like falling through it.
Supergirl pulls her out of the sky.
Supergirl pulls her out of the sky and she doesn't know what to do with that.
She calculates odds and statistics and free body diagrams in her head.
She tries to ignore the feeling in the back of her head and somewhere louder in her chest that utters out quantum equations instead.
Tries to tell herself that this is not action at distance. This is not the movement of particles and quanta. This is one body meeting another — nothing more.
It is something more.
It is something more but action at a distance feels no kinder than action up close.
It is full of chaos and uncertainty.
She tries to fit it neatly into boxes.
Puts Kara neatly into a box too.
And even when the science makes sense, it feels too much like fate, like magic, to believe it.
It takes time to believe it.
It takes time and destruction and time again to be put back together.
The first light of dawn crept through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over Lena's face as she sat at the table, the cup of tea between her hands keeping them warm against the Autumn air drifting in.
"Morning," Kara murmurs as she enters the kitchen, rubbing sleep from her eyes. The corners of Lena's lips turn up in a small smile at the sight of her
Good morning," she replies, taking a sip of her tea.
Kara stretched her arms above her head, the long figure of her body scattering the light on the floor. She pours herself a cup of tea and settls across from her.
Lena contemplated the predictability of it all – that the sun would rise, that they would find themselves at this table, that they would drink tea together.
It's easier to call it fate or magic.
But it was uncertainty that made it possible. The dance of particles and quanta, and for once she was not just their observer, but the result of their movements.
Lena reached across the table and took Kara's hand in hers. She could feel the warmth of her skin, the steady beating of her heart just beneath.
She gives it a small pull.
Kara leans forward at the motion.
They meet as they always seem to do.
As she always hopes they will.
Kara's lips meet hers, warm and familiar.
Her thumb traces the small scar that sits just behind her ear as her hands wander up to thread themselves in her hair.
She leans into her touch.
Bending, stretching, compressing — is made whole by it.
It feels like colliding.
It feels like falling.
It feels a little bit like magic after all.
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#supercorp#supergirl#supercorptober#supercoptober2023#sg prompts#after last prompt I felt like maybe Lena could have a little character study too#sorry that means more science#love and science#paradoxes and poetry#spooky action at a distance#inspired by yet more science#and the quote from Einstein which I'm sure probably frustrates my physicists today which called Quantum Mechanics#a nod to Lena's odd magical character arc in cannon#you all have been so great this whole month#thank you so much!
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something about getting tangled up in quantum physics is so alluring when you’re just trying to do basic math homework; this is your sign to get an existential crisis and fall into a spiral of self-doubt from quantum entanglement and superposition and quarks and aaaaAAAAAAAAAAH
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Snippet Sometimes?
i missed sunday. so, snippet sometimes?
anyway, putting up a snippet of a new fic i'm working on. the idea is about two starborn that keep meeting in every universe. frenemies to lovers, essentially. a lot more light-hearted and sexy times.
it's not going to get published till Seven Days is finished. but, posting up a snippet here cos i think it's just funny.
incoming snippet!
“Why did you decide to join me,” she asked, hip checking him out of her way, to go find more aluminum.
“You know, I have no idea what I was thinking. Maybe I was bored.”
“Immortality can do that to a body.”
At the moment, he was looking at her body. She was wearing her usual tank top, cargo pants, and work boots. “Are you interminably unable to wear anything that makes you not look like a dock worker?” he asked, annoyed.
She stopped digging through her supplies. “There were a lot of negatives in that single sentence,” she said. “And, also, why do you care?”
“I don’t care, it’s just odd. You’re not unattractive, but you never dress in anything else but ugly clothes that make you look like a sixty-five year old space trucker with a bad aurora habit.”
She stared at him, mildly agog over the description. Something about his tone pissed her off more than usual. In a fit of pique, she whipped off the tank top. “There, is that better?” she demanded.
He gulped, not expecting her response, and hid his surprise with snark, “Now you look like a sixty-five year old space trucker with nice tits,” he shot back.
The only thing in that description that registered with her brain was the “nice tits” portion. She’d had enough of his snark and constant criticisms. She thought of a fun way to make him pay for being such a pain in her ass. “Nice tits, huh?” she said, smiling seductively. She began to walk slowly towards him, as he started backing away. She undid her belt and unzipped her pants, letting them drop. “How about the ass? Is that also a sixty-five year old space trucker’s ass?” she asked throatily, and turned around in a circle. She had caught him staring at her butt more than a few times since boarding her ship.
“Uhhh…”
“Maybe you want to touch the sixty-five year old space trucker’s ass? Or, the nice tits?” she purred as she moved into his personal space. He was backed up against the bulkhead, eyes flicking left and right, trying to figure a way out of the corner he got himself into. She took his hand off the bulkhead and placed it on her rear. “Does that feel like a sixty-five year old space trucker’s ass?”
#starfield#sam coe#fanfic#fanfiction#starborn#min kim#starborn!sam#spooky action at a distance#starfield au#starfield oc#starfield fanfiction#snippet#starborn!min
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spooky action at a distance inspiration, apparently this is my new thing now
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Happy deathday to Niels Bohr, a magician who specialized in spooky action from a distance
#happy death day#niels bohr#quantum physics#it's a physics joke#spooky action at a distance#yes that's Einstein with him in the photo
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Listen/purchase: Spooky Action At A Distance by Iron Chic
I'll bleed if I have to
But I'm never letting go
Oh no!
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How to Start a New Job with Fibromyalgia
How to Start a New Job with Fibromyalgia
I recently left my massively stressful position and traded it for a considerably less stressful one (for me), and my health is better for it. My fibromyalgia symptoms no longer ail my body multiple days for hours at a time. I am so much happier. My current supervisor trusts my coworkers and I to work from home on a hybrid schedule. When in office, I walk about downtown Springfield on breaks and…
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mondays, amirite
#meme author unknown#or as rhys darby would say: unknowen#don't talk to me until i've experienced the palpable effects of quantum entanglement#dear meme author: let's be friends#what if we were 2 atoms on opposite sides of the universe and we were quantum entangled#spooky action at a distance
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Song of the Day
17 Oct., ‘23
#Song of the Day#SQÜRL#Only Lovers Left Alive#Spooky Action At A Distance#music#Jim Jarmusch#Spotify
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HELP! I don’t really wanna talk about quantum entanglement. I DO however wanna find ways to incorporate the phrase “spooky action at a distance” into everyday conversation.
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Words matter. I became interested in science for the same reason mankind looks to the stars. To question ones existence and to be free to find the answers. It's a method of thinking that spills over into every aspect of life. Some truths are subjective but others are the bedrock of existence.
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#dreamed of the family of my aunt's husband#they were weird at first but then his mom randomly became nice and showed me the room she kept her plants in#their house was very complicated#like many many many rooms but connected to other rooms and without doors#then i was walking somewhere and for some reason decided to skip one of those warning chords (the yellow ones)#and ended up stained with fresh blue paint :(#then i woke up because that aunt called me on the phone#spooky action at a distance#(wink wink wink)#personal#dream journal
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9:08 PM EST January 8, 2023:
Sqürl - "Spooky Action At A Distance"
From the Soundtrack album Only Lovers Left Alive
(April 2014)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
File under: Vampire Blues
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