#therefore: when they had to kill atom

[that-sweet-jester]

The BenchTrio pt.1

I've been inspired yet again, background below, enjoy my ramblings

excuse my english, it's been some time since i wrote anything in it

-TOMMY-

Full Name: Tommy Innit (not yet Craft) but in the stage of becoming so. Voluntarliy. But not really. As always, the Syndicate trio looked at this child and said mine now. Tommy had to comply.

Alias: Just as with Siren, I didn't really wanna go with the most popular choice and come up with something myself, but after some searching I settled on Theseus anyway. LOOK. Tommy always wanted to be a hero, the good guy who can really change stuff and help the others. That's why he settled on the name of one of the greek's most popular heroes. He was the BIG GUY, THE BESTEST OF THE BEST, THE ONLY MAN EVER. However, the real reason was, that because of his powers, he was mostly confined to the healing quarters, he couldn't really prove himself on the field. The name was supposed to lift his spirit, pretend that if he could get a chance he could live up to it. THINGS CHANGED, when one day he was exceptionally let on a mission and stumbled upon a hurt Syndicate member (cough cliché cough) Perses(Techno). In the myth, Asclepius was the god of medicine, he was such a good healer, he started bringing people back to life. Now, the gods didn't like that, mostly because people were supposed to die and to not change their nature, but we'll ignore that and implement my story. The Commission wanted the villains gone and suddenly some guy is helping and healing them?? Nope. That's why they wanted the guy who was the cause gone. Just like in the myth Aeslepius was killed for his actions, so The Commission declared Tommy their enemy after they found out it's him. THEY KILLED HIS HERO STATUS. But he was reborn into a vigilante Asclepius, just like Asclepius in the myth was ressurected and became a god. Of course it was the Syndicate that came up with the name. 💥💥💥💥

Powers: I also thought about different powers, but after I came up with the stuff above, it all just fell into place.

So in my incomplete lore, when Tommy somehow meets Siren for the first time, when he's still a hero, they start fighting. Normally Wilbur would just start using his voice, BUT Tommy is quicker and more agile and manages to touch Wilbur.

One of his powers is emotion manipulation, he touches someone, he can alter what they feel. So when he puts his hand on Wil, he's able to do just that. (warning - my half-assed attempt at writing a fanfiction snippet)

Wilbur suddenly falls on his knees, hands shooting up to clutch his face which morphs into a horror filled expression. Trembling, unable to use his own powers, he looks up to Tommy.

"W-what did you do?!"

Tommy, shocked himself, stands still hovering over Siren. Looking at the image of the powerful villain crumbling before him, he slowly comes to his senses and starts to grab his compromised opponent. Yet, as he's about to do just that, in the last effort of self perseverance Siren lashes out at him, knocking him over, then while still trembling, runs away. When Tommy's able to pick himself up from the sudden attack, the villain is gone.

When he's part of the BenchTrio and an unofficial Syndicate member, he helps Wilbur and Techno with their emotions, that come with their powers. Wil, with his emotional stability, because let's be real, if you could command people to do whatever you want you could go a lil crazy with the power, and Techno, with his bloodlust state and sensory overload that the voices cause.

I think healing powers are kinda self explanatory. Touch, wound go brr and disappears. The bigger the damage the more energy it takes.

Additional info: His suit is not as proffesional as the others, because he has not yet been fully involved with The Syndicate. Therefore it's mostly scraps from his old costume and homemade parts. The others have proffesional gear made by The Syndicate.

-TUBBO-

Full Name: Tubbo Underscore

Alias: Atom, due his powers, no real story here. He was deemed by The Commission as too dangerous, his power too unstable and cast away to "retirement". He didn't want to fully join The Syndicate, but decided to work with them and became a vigilante. He was named Hephaestus.

"As a smithing god, Hephaestus made all the weapons of the gods in Olympus. He served as the blacksmith of the gods, and was worshipped in the manufacturing and industrial centres of Greece, particularly Athens."

Tubbo created weapons for The Syndicate.

Powers: He's able to create nuclear brusts that deal grave damage, but he tries to use this power as rarely as possible as not to destroy too much, opting to small blasts from his hands. However, he must be careful because his power is also linked to his emotions and if angered, distraught or scared he can lash out and burst with energy creating big explosion around him. That was the reason why The Commission feared him and wanted to get rid of him. They also didn't provide any useful ways of dealing with said powers, that's why he was unable to fully control them. HERE COMES TOMMAE with his powers, dudes helping bros.

Enhanced intelligence - my boy's a teenager and can build complex weapons - here's why.

FUN FACT: -that i came up with after coloring the drawing. Tubbo's costume is black and yellow, that's why Tommy calls him Beeboy.

Also, his suit was partily supposed to resemble those yellow hazmat suits (at least the hood).

-RANBOO-

Full Name: Ranboo Beloved

Alias: Due to his powers he was named Spectre. The Commission never fully trusted him, because of his memory problems and thought he might spill their beans. He convinced Tubbo to leave The Commission after him. He was named Lethe. "The shades of the dead were required to drink the waters of the Lethe in order to forget their earthly life. [..] Virgil writes that it is only when the dead have had their memories erased by the Lethe that they may be reincarnated." Ranboo was tasked with convincing and recruiting new members of The Syndicate. In a way he was the threshold between their old and new life.

Powers: Standard teleportation. Enhanced reflexes came form the idea that when Endermen are angered they become really fast :p. Also, the mask he's wearing works as a noctovisor. Where did that idea come from? Endermen canonically see the world in inverted colors which kinda looks like as if you used nightvision. Also he should probably see where he is teleporting.

BENCHTRIO LORE: The name BenchTrio, in this case, was made up as a joke, that all three of them were often benched while still working in The Commission. Tommy, because of healing powers, Tubbo because of his instability and Ranboo because of his memory problems.

If you've made it through the whole text ily <3

damn i love using greek mythology as a reference for this stuff it makes my brain go brrr.

As always I'm listing some of the fics that inspired me the most:

The Oath of Hippocrates by Melatonin_High

tommyinnit’s clinic for supervillains by bonesandthebees (bonesandcacti)

Welcome Home Theseus by SoulfirePhoenix

Give them the love they deserve!!

Now I'm onto finishing a little strip of comic for this universe >:333

Also enjoy my bff's reaction to me writing all that shit to her at 4 am:

#FYI this was created in September. #Yes. #it took me that long to finish this first bc of art block then bc of finals #dsmp #dsmp fanart #dream smp #dream smp fanart #mcyt #my art #fan art #bench trio #bench trio fanart #tommyinnit #tommyinit fanart #tubbo underscore #tubbo #tubbo fanart #ranboo fanart #ranboo #superhero au #vigilante bench trio #mcyt fanart #tommyinnits clinic for supervillains #villain sbi au #villain sbi #sj villain sbi au

[lobotomyladylives]

You’re pro gun? I’m not from the USA so I’m just curious. I’d feel so anxious if people around me were carrying a gun.

Is it not scary to have a weapon that could possibly take someone’s life?

long winded rambling answer under the cut, to my many mutuals who hate america with a fiery passion (I get it #ally #hero #oneofthegoodones #pleasedontholdyourapplause) I advise that you scroll past this bc it's just an american talking about american issues & may cause your blood pressure to rise

So, I would say that I'm pro gun under specific circumstances-I carry a glock as a self defense weapon & am trained to use it, and I frequently advise other women to do so as well bc it's by far the most reliable way to stop an attacker that is larger & stronger than you are. Knives, tasers, & pepper spray, while better than nothing, all have significant limitations and downsides & due to being close range. An attacker can usually overpower you and take your weapon away once they get close. The idea is not to allow them to get close enough to disarm you in the first place. Guns are long range weapons and therefore ideal for protecting yourself. I actually feel WAY safer walking around while I'm carrying my gun than I ever did before! It's genuinely empowering imo.

All that being said...I obviously don't like the fact that it's so easy for deranged men to buy weapons like AR-15s, which are designed not for self defense but to slaughter as many people in as little time as possible (there's a reason almost all mass shooters use this type of gun). I also hate the NRA & their lobbying efforts. Gun control is a really complicated issue that I think both sides simplify for the sake of winning an argument when there's really no easy solution to this problem. Yes, other countries have had success with outright bans, but the thing is we already have more guns than people in America, it's extremely easy for criminals to buy them illegally, so what libertarians say about gun control only applying to law abiding citizens is not entirely inaccurate imo.

The other thing is that trying to implement gun control to the level of other countries would legitimately start a civil war in the US. That's how strong gun culture is here. It doesn't help that the right to own a gun is baked into our constitution & that our government was founded on well organized militias overthrowing a tyrannical monarchy that had a more structured military.

Conservatives & libertarians (as well as many leftists, like me) think that there may come a time where we need to ride up against a tyrannical government again, and obviously a well armed population is a less vulnerable population. People say "well, the government has nukes, what are some guns going to do?!" but they're making several wrong assumptions about the nature of guerilla warfare, how civilian resistance operations are carried out, and what governments are generally willing to sacrifice. To explain it all would turn this already long answer into an essay but in short, the US government is not ever going to drop an atomic bomb on one of its own cities to get rid of some insurgents. It would kill their supporters as well, turn more people into radicals, the collateral damage & financial ruin involved is not a price any leader would be willing to pay unless they were actually clinically insane.

If I had to make the decisions myself I would focus primarily on the social problems that lead to violence as well as repairing the broken mental healthcare system in this country. Of course Republicans always SAY they want to do this whenever a shooting happens but they clearly don't give enough of a fuck about it to actually pass any legislature that would make accessing mental health services easier for people in poverty on account of them all being money hungry psychopaths.

#in short-looser gun laws for women tighter gun laws for men #asks

[muiromem]

Just... repeatedly rotating An Idea around in my head

(and yes it's still Tom/Harry/B'Elanna OT3 because I'm obsessed with them, but I also love Janeway's and Tom's weird friendship)

Basically, something Big and Insane and Sci-Fi happens, and somehow all of the known universe in time/space is just sort of.... gone. Or dying, or being destroyed. Stars are going out, everything is vanishing out of existence. Planets, galaxies, creatures and anomalies and time/space itself - all completely gone.

Of course, Voyager is in the eye of the storm (so to speak) of this catastrophe that happened around them, and therefore one of the few things that remains for now (much like Kirk and the crew still existed after McCoy accidentally changed the timeline in "The City on the Edge of Forever"). Obviously, they're trying to stop it - to fix whatever this catastrophe was that could unmake all of existence.

With the wonders of Science-Fiction, there is a theoretical way to fix things; a jump-start essentially, to reset everything to what it was before this catastrophe and repair the wound it created. But even with this theoretical plan, there's something missing: a blueprint, of sorts. If they set off this insane spatial-temporal reaction, everything would be reset, but there's no telling what state the universe would actually be in after it was done. It would be like setting off a Genesis device on a war-destroyed Earth and hoping it would magically return everything and everyone to how they once were. There was nothing to guide this theoretical process of rebirth - and literally everything was at stake.

Even the great minds of Tuvok, Seven, B'Elanna and everyone else are at a loss for what to do. Unless they had someone like Q, omnipotent as he was, how could they feed something into this reaction of theirs to tell it what to do? How could they ever have enough information to rebuild all of existence from scratch?

It's Tom, of all people, who comes up with the answer: let him go.

At first everyone just sort of looks at him like he's insane because, what? What could he possibly be talking about? But even though he can't really remember, Tom still has a theory: the Warp 10 flight.

For a brief time, he was literally everywhere in time and space, all at once. Existing throughout all of existence simultaneously. Could his body, his unconscious mind, have somehow remembered that time? Could it have imprinted something onto him? Perhaps his very cells? He figures if there was a chance, even a small one, that his theory was correct - they had to take it. Because if he was right, then technically he was a living, breathing blue-print of all the known and unknown universe... and their only chance at saving everything.

That's when the riot starts, a great uproar of arguments. Facts and theoretical probabilities from Seven and Tuvok, horror and concern from Harry, even more from B'Elanna and the Doctor. They're startled, angry, because even if that were true the process would almost certainly kill him. And then there's Janeway, putting a stop to all the noise with a hand and saying that if there was a chance this theory would work, if the Doctor or someone could find even a speck of evidence to support it, then she would do it. Because even if everyone else forgot, she'd passed the transwarp threshold too.

Tom tries to argue, Chakotay and the Doctor too, but Janeway insists. She sends Tom to be looked over by everyone for proof of his concept, but says that if the time comes, she'll be the one to do it. As Captain, it's her job to keep everyone safe, no matter what. No one can argue, but no one is happy. Even this one chance at survival feels like it will come at too great a cost.

Time passes, with everyone rushing to do what they can before Voyager is also consumed by the nothingness. But eventually the verdict comes - Tom's idea has merit. His very atoms are somehow encoded with cross-temporal chronotrons and other signs that the theory may work. Once he knows what to look for, the Doctor scans Janeway and sees that she has these markers too, though hers are... fainter, for lack of a better term. She theorizes that it's because she only went through the Warp 10 process once, while Tom did it twice. The Doctor admits that there is a possibility Tom's the better candidate for this mission, only because he has a stronger "imprint" so to speak. Janeway still insists, refusing to send one of her officers to die in her place.

When everyone finally gets this complex and theoretical "reset" device figured out and constructed in one of the cargo bays, Tom begs to come with Janeway. He says that after everything she's done for him, he wants to see her off one last time. She relents, and once B'Elanna has started the reaction up from the safety of Engineering, shining beyond the doors like an imploding star, the two make their way there.

The entire deck has been cordoned off to keep chroniton and other radiations from killing the crew before they can set this whole thing in motion. It's just the two of them there. Tom takes a moment - as the doors open and they're both hit with a wave of heat, energy, and the unknown - and he thanks Janeway properly. For giving him a second chance, for believing in him, and for everything that followed after; like meeting Harry and B'Elanna, and finding a home aboard Voyager. Then he says "get them home" and before Janeway can realize what's happening, briefly thrown by his intense sincerity, he's shoving her aside - hitting the mechanism to shut the cargo bay doors. Inside, Tom grabs some tool and smashes the console so the door won't open without a manual override. That would probably buy him enough time.

Inside the cargo bay, it's like being trapped with the birth of a star; plasma, light, and colors all swirling in strings and shapes and a great sphere of something. There's no special switch for Tom to flip, no complicated sequence he has to follow. The best Voyager's brightest minds could figure out was for him to simply... walk into the singularity and hope for the best. He thinks of his family on Voyager, he thinks of his father and so many things unsaid, he thinks of B'Elanna and Harry and hopes that they'll still take care of each other when he's gone. And to keep them safe, to preserve everything that ever was or ever would be.... he walks into the fires of rebirth.

Outside the cargo bay, Janeway is screaming - trying to get in, to override the doors. She gets them open, only in time to see a tall silhouette disappearing - almost disassembled before her eyes, like dust being scattered away on the wind. Then there's just light - so bright it feels like it somehow pierces through her skin and bones and the very atoms of her being. Then.......

She wakes up. There's no telling how long it's been; all Janeway knows is that she's on the cargo bay floor, ears still faintly ringing, and Chakotay is gently helping her sit up. All around her it's... quiet. The cargo bay looks untouched - no crumpled bulkheads, no scorch marks, nothing. Even the vast, cobbled together machinery for the reset is simple gone. Once her head finally clears, Chakotay asks if she's alright, if her plan worked - but Harry's comm. from the bridge interrupts the question. Excitedly, Harry announces with great relief that the nothingness, the catastrophe, seems to be gone. His scans, Voyager's databanks - everything seems to be showing up normal. As far as they can tell, the universe was back to how it should be.

Back, except for one thing: Tom Paris.

As far as Janeway can see, Tom isn't in the cargo bay. She asks the computer to locate him; the reply is that Lieutenant Paris is no longer aboard. This is announced just as B'Elanna is running in through the cargo bay door, no doubt to see the result of all her hard work. She comes to a halt, looking at Janeway - staring because she wasn't supposed to be here, she was supposed to... After only a fraction of a moment, the computer's announcement finally registers and suddenly B'Elanna is running at Janeway with fists flying, screaming about how could she let him do this? Where is he, dammit, where the hell is Tom?!

She gets a few good hits to Janeway's chest and shoulders before Chakotay holds her back, and Janeway just lets her do it. Because this is her fault - she should have known Tom would try to pull that stunt with the doors, should never have let him come to see her off. She barely registers that B'Elanna's fury soon devolves into angry, choked back tears which Chakotay tries to soothe. When Harry arrives soon after and sees her expression, probably sees Janeway's too, it's all too easy for him to put two and two together. He and B'Elanna end up clinging to each other in their grief. Though Chakotay comes to Janeway to try and comfort her too, to reassure her that she's not responsible, all she can do is look at the cargo bay and see the silhouette where Tom last was - lost now to the ether of the universe.

The next few days are... hard. Harry might as well have aged a decade, and instead of the righteous fury that Janeway had expected, B'Elanna's just gone quiet. When Janeway stops by Sickbay, even the Doctor has become subdued, staring wistfully into the distance at nothing when he'd normally be working on some experiment or other. She still asks him, and Seven, and anyone who might be of use, if there was anything that could be done. But as far as anyone can tell, Tom Paris is gone - he'd sacrificed himself to save everyone else.

But Janeway feels like something is still wrong, like Tom's ghost is... haunting her somehow. It's a figure of speech when she admits it to a concerned Chakotay, but one night, she startles awake from a dreamless sleep, and there he is - standing in her quarters. Tom looks confused, exhausted, and he's... well she can see right through him. He looks at her, seemingly just as startled as she is, and she swears she hears him whisper "Captain?" But then suddenly he's convulsing, curling in on himself with a cry of pain and Janeway is horrified as she watches him.... unmade. It's like he's nowhere and everywhere, born and dying, unraveled but stitched together all at the same time until he's once again vanished into nothingness.

Janeway's heart is racing and she doesn't understand what she just witnessed. A dream? Hallucination? Some alien interference? She goes to the Doctor at 0400 and demands he scan her for a virus, temporal misalignment, anything. She's terrified that this was nothing more than the aftermath of radiation from being so near their "universal reset" as it went off. But there's also a tiny sliver of the smallest, most fragile hope, that this is something else - that there's a chance Tom isn't really.

The Doctor does find something, a strange resonance of sorts, connected - or perhaps coming from - Janeway. He theorizes that it's an effect of being so close to the singularity during the reset. As far as he can tell, she's not suffering from radiation damage, but believes that her guilt over Tom must have caused the hallucination. He offers to devise a treatment, and Janeway begrudgingly agrees. For him to say that what she'd seen was a hallucination though... it felt wrong somehow.

For the next few days, she hardly sleeps, too busy pouring over anything she can find - old Federation logs, complex theories, and all the research and schematics for the device they'd created. All in the slim hope to understand what had actually happened to Tom. Was he simply dead? He couldn't have been wiped from existence or surely, no one would have even known he'd existed. But had he been scattered throughout existence itself, a fundamental building block of the universe now? Seven helps her eventually, though it takes a good deal of persuasion. Chakotay and even Tuvok (though he'd never admit it) become increasingly concerned that she's grasping at straws, just trying to absolve herself of the guilt she feels because Tom took her place - but she knows it's more than that.

And eventually, she's proven right. The so-called hallucination happens again - but this time she's not the only one there. Seven and the Doctor were working with her on some experimental simulations on the holodeck when there's suddenly a terrible noise; something between electro-static and the wails of a dying creature. The holo-grid starts sparking, a console blowing out completely, until suddenly they all watch Tom Paris form out of nothingness before them. Whatever process was involved in his... reassembly, is obviously painful. Just watching the strange tangle of unidentifiable mass contort itself until it could become Tom was sickening. And when he finally takes form, still only semi-opaque, he collapses to his knees, shaking.

Janeway runs to him immediately, unsure what to do but calling his name. Here's there, he's there - it wasn't just in her head. The Doctor and Seven follow shortly, taking tricorder scans in shocked fascination. They ask questions, trying to understand what happened, but Tom doesn't know any more than they do. He says it's like he's everywhere but nowhere - and yet something keeps pulling him back into reality, back onto Voyager. He thought he would die, had come to terms with it, and yet he's still coming back. Even if he'd been completely tangible he looks awful, like he's dying every minute he's there. Janeway tries to reassure him that they'll find him, that they won't just give up, and that manages to make Tom smile. He says knows she won't give up on him - but as he starts to shift out of phase again, face clenched with pain, he asks her to promise him something. Janeway doesn't want to, knows she won't like what he has to say, but she nods anyways. "If you have to - let me go," is what he pleads. "Don't risk Voyager or anyone else for me. Just promise me that."

Janeway can't even form a reply, doesn't know how to let go, how to admit defeat. She's never given up on a crewman before, how could she possibly now? Out of habit she reaches out to touch Tom's shoulder - and even as he's fritzing, starting to disintegrate before her very eyes, she is surprised to make contact. The sounds of tricorders going haywire are behind her, but all Janeway can focus on is the fact that despite Tom literally unraveling in her hands, for a moment, just one moment, she could feel him. Then he's gone.

Everything is different this time - there was proof now, witnesses. B'Elanna and Harry are no longer withdrawn, instead racing full-steam ahead to do anything they can to help. They ask her about Tom of course, about how he's looking, and whether or not she thinks that they can save him. Janeway doesn't know what to say, how to tell them that Tom's clearly in pain and that she has no idea what even happened, let alone how to fix it....

Unfortunately, she doesn't have to. During some experimentation, Tom reappears again - much more violently this time, just when Harry and B'Elanna are present. The very air around them seems to crackle with energy, the temperature changing from too hot, then too cold, and back again. The atmospheric readings are going haywire and when Tom reappears, somehow less corporeal than before, he crumples to the ground in a heap. Harry is openly crying as they run to him, begging him to open his eyes - but when he and B'Elanna try to touch Tom, somehow their hands go right through.

Janeway is completely flummoxed. She'd touched Tom before, she knows she did. But it seemed he was becoming less and less stable each time he returned to a corporeal form - perhaps that explained the change? As the Doctor and Seven are once again running complex scans, Janeway goes to Tom's side and slowly reaches out a hand. As it lands on his shoulder, as Tom tries to sit up, she does make contact. The tricorders instantly go haywire, and Harry and B'Elanna wonder in despair - Why now? Why her? Why can't they touch him? But all Janeway can think is that this is progress. It must mean something, especially since Tom he seems to regain consciousness as she maintains contact, becoming a bit less transparent - a bit more real. When Tom sees Harry and B'Elanna this time, his eyes begin to water too - and Janeway wonders how tears could form in whatever state of flux Tom has become entwined with. But when she removes her hand to give them some space, to ask Tom if he's alright, he starts to fade once more.

This time Tom tries to reach out, to touch Harry and B'Elanna - but is just as unable to make real contact. Instead he tells them he loves them, begs them to take care of each other, to let him go - and it's painful to watch as he's once again gripped by whatever agony has been tearing him into reality and back. Hoping it might do something, Janeway grabs Tom's hand and this time she makes a promise she's going to keep: to bring him home dammit, no matter how long it takes. Just her hold on him seems to stabilize him a bit, taking the floating sands of his dissolving form and pulling them together for just a moment longer... but then the temperature goes haywire, energy crackles around them and Tom is gone once more. With him goes every sound as even the beeping of tricorder scans finally cease. In the silence, Janeway can barely seem to breathe and knows that Harry and B'Elanna must feel infinitely worse. Even more terrifying, each time Tom appears, he seems to be getting weaker, losing whatever cohesion he's managed to retain. She has no real basis to understand anything that's been happening, but Janeway has the sinking feeling that if they don't do something soon, Tom will be lost to them for good.

But then the Doctor clears his throat and holds up his tricorder, and suddenly hope floods back. "I believe I know what's happening to Mister Paris," he says, with not an ounce of boastfulness for once. Instead, the Doctor is as grim-faced as the rest of them, but holographic eyes no longer seem so empty. "And I think there's a chance we can fix it."

The process is... complex. Even for a mind as scientifically adept as Janeway's. The only important part is that Janeway wasn't just imagining that there was something connecting her to Tom. In reality, it was the other way around. Tom wasn't just being pulled back to Voyager - he was specifically being pulled back to her. It was all down to the the second transwarp flight, which they'd taken together. Crossing the barrier had created a sort of tether between them - a connection point across the vastness of reality. When Tom had entered the singularity to "reset" all of existence, in a manner of speaking his very existence was used to rebuild what had been lost. The price for this was Tom himself - every atom and molecule destroyed like the fuel necessary to keep a fire burning. But Tom and Janeway had gone to Warp 10 once together - existing everywhere in time and space at the same time. Because of that, a part of Tom still existed in Janeway, safe from the "reset" aboard Voyager within the eye of the storm. Janeway had unknowingly become a sort of temporal anchor, pulling Tom back into existence where he belonged.

At the moment though, he was trapped - pulled between reality and the strange purgatory of nonexistence. But with the magic of incredibly complex Science-Fiction and Technobabble, the crew essentially find a way to use Janeway's own Warp 10 resonance as both a magnet and a waypoint - to pull Tom back, and then reintegrate him into their time and space with the help of B'Elanna's ingenuity and a lot of Borg-enhanced technology. Harry describes is as being "like a temporal transporter" and that's already enough to give Janeway a headache, so she doesn't try to ask for details. The main idea boils down to grabbing onto what's left of Tom's "pattern" of existence, which has been imprinted onto Janeway, and using their newly constructed technology to "rematerialize" him back into reality.

Once they've found the method a jurry-rigged some machinery, the Doctor is standing by, both for Tom and for Janeway should anything happen. The others are farther off, manning the various machines while Chakotay and Tuvok have evacuated various decks in case of any explosions. The risks are immense, and this time Janeway had actually assembled the crew - asking them if they thought it was worth it. They'd potentially be putting the ship and everyone onboard it in danger, in a last-ditch attempt to bring one lost crewman home. It had warmed her heart when not a single person balked at the danger; Tom Paris saved them, their homes, their families and futures. Why shouldn't they try to save him too?

When the process happens, Janeway feels a sense of déjà vu; the light, the swirling mass of indecipherable colors and shapes and feelings, all cascading before her. This time she's strapped up with various bits of technology, hoping against hope to become the lighthouse that guide's Tom's way. In the very same cargo bay, bulkheads rattle and crumple this time, machines start screaming their warnings, and Janeway can feel the heat and pain and dizziness as radiation tries to eat away at her. But she can't stop yet, she won't stop. Even as the Doctor is yelling that the radiation levels are reaching critical, even as she hears Harry calling out that there's a new singularity opening and it's becoming completely unstable, Janeway sees it - a silhouette. It's only just forming, scattering in and out like a dance of lightning and sand, but it's there.

This time she won't be thrown through a cargo bay door and left to rebuild in the aftermath. This time she listens to her gut, and runs forward. She'd been the only one able to hold onto to Tom before because of whatever this bio-temporal tether was that had connected them - she sure as hell wasn't going to let him go now.

So she runs and sees an outstretched hand, breaking and reforming and scattering like light through a prism, everywhere and nowhere all at once. She ignores the pain and the feeling like she herself might be consumed by the fires of the unknown.

Kathryn Janeway takes a leap of faith, she grabs that outstretched hand, and for the sake of every person on her ship, she pulls.

Watching from afar, all the others see is a gigantic explosion of light and colors and sound. The cargo bay had been nearly cleared out before this process, but every piece of newly-made machinery has been completely destroyed. Bits and pieces scatter the floor, bulkheads have been wrenched open, sparks are flying, and Harry and B'Elanna find their ears ringing as they choke on smoke. They'd erected a level 10 forcefield for protection before starting the procedure, but in the aftermath it's been completely torn away. Even as the environmental controls kick in and start clearing out the haze, they look up from where they'd been thrown to see a massive scorch mark, spread out like a starburst across the cargo bay deck.

At it's center, they see.... something. Dizzy, confused, and still trying to see through ash and debris, initially they can't make it out. Even the Doctor is nowhere to be found, his emitter lying on the floor. It's fritzing but, after a brief inspection, seems repairable. Whatever happened must have shorted out many different systems, as Harry's attempt to use his combadge goes unanswered. He and B'Elanna make their way instead towards the center of the scorched cargo bay floor and behold... Captain Janeway.

She's covered in ash, with burns on her skin and uniform, and as they watch she kneels to the floor. There's something in her hands and after a moment it becomes clear; she's draping an emergency blanket over a long, familiar form. One with a head of messy, tawny blonde hair.

Harry and B'Elanna are running then, falling to their knees as they reach Janeway's side and behold Tom Paris - naked save for the blanket Janeway has brought to preserve his modesty. He's overly pale and clearly unconscious, but he's there, he's alive.

Harry cradles Tom to his chest, rocking him gently and bawling like a baby. B'Elanna runs her hand over Tom's hair, his face, his bare shoulders - anything she can seem to reach. They don't even know if he's fine really, but at least he's breathing. They didn't blow up the ship and they didn't have to lose him. Janeway looks exhausted and it's obvious her burns are painful, but she just stars at her three crewman, clutching onto each other with such love, and she smiles.

It feels like she sits there for an eternity, just watching them, basking in their reunion and the knowledge that they did it. In reality, it must only be a few minutes before the cargo bay doors are being forced open and Chakotay, Tuvok, and Neelix come through, bringing medical supplies and asking if everyone is alright.

By then, Harry is finally wiping his eyes and asking B'Elanna if she can get the Doctor back online because they're probably going to need him. For once, she looks reluctant to work, clearly wanting to stay there with him and Tom. In the end she agrees, but not before pressing a kiss to Harry's knuckles and Tom's forehead before taking the holo-emitter and leaving.

Afterwards it's all a long process of scanning, repairing, and treating everyone's wounds. Janeway tries to shoo Chakotay away once they bring her to sickbay, far too worried about Tom's condition, but he pulls out the big guns. Chakotay knows that she can't say no to Neelix when he gives her those big concerned eyes and tells her that "the crew needs their Captain to be taken care of too". So she ends up lying on a bio-bed for half an hour while the Talaxian carefully treats her burns and radiation poisoning as best he can. Unsurprisingly, B'Elanna gets the Doctor's program and holo-emitter working in record-breaking time, and they're all relieved when he checks over Tom and the prognosis is good; Tom's exhausted, dehydrated, and a bit worse for wear, but he'll be fully recovered in no time. Whatever madness they'd pulled of had worked.

Eventually, he wakes up, still very weak but every bit the Tom Paris they know and love. When he sees how distressed both Harry and B'Elanna are, he even jokes that they put an awful lot of effort in "just for him". B'Elanna looks like she wants to punch him for it, but instead throws her arms around him in a hug, and the three of them share a teary, heartfelt reunion. When the lovebirds have to split off so everyone can get some rest, and once the Doctor has given her a clean bill of health, Janeway goes over to Tom's biobed to see how he's doing.

He's obviously tired but he smiles up at her. However, the first thing she tells him is that she should court-martial him and throw him in the brig for the stunt he pulled in the cargo bay by taking her place. For a moment, Tom nearly believes her. But then Janeway smiles back and pats his hand with hers and says that he may be a reckless idiot, but she's proud to say he's one of her bravest officers. She also sincerely thanks him for what he did, to which Tom replies that she risked everything to get him back, so that probably that makes them even. Janeway doesn't bother trying to make him promise never to do something that risky again, since she knows he'd only break the promise anyways if the circumstances required it. Instead, she says that if he's going to continue doing insane, reckless stunts for the good of her ship, then she'll just have to keep doing insane reckless things to keep his sorry ass alive. She receives the patented "yes ma'am" for her troubles, and Tom says that after all, he learned from the best.

The last thing she does before telling him to get some rest though, is tease him - threatening that, even if she understands why he did it, if he ever tries that switcheroo he pulled with her again, she'll have to tell the gossip mill about all the places she hadn't realized he has freckles.

Janeway can see by his slowly-dawning expression that Tom does recall something about emerging from the nothingness, naked on the cargo bay floor. The last thing she hears as she walks, grinning, away from Sickbay is a sputtered yell of "You wouldn't actually... Captain? CAPTAIN!" before the automatic doors swish shut.

#star trek #voy #tom paris #kathryn janeway #harry kim #b'elanna torres #voy ot3 #voyager #fic ideas #this is what happens when I watch other cool sci-fi stuff #it gives me Ideas that are WAY out of my league #I'll never have the mental capacity to properly write this #especially since I have no idea how to do technobabble #but it can't just Live In My Head Rent Free #so I finally wrote out the concept #and decided to release it to the world #of course as usual it somehow involves Threshold #but there's just so much untapped potential for fic!!! #what with the whole “existing in all of time and space at once” #the writers just GLOSSED OVER that bit but like COME ON #anyways here's nearly 5k words of not-quite-a-fanfic

[creature-wizard]

Here’s the trouble with hypnotic regression...

Back when BBC boards were popular, users would often play a simple game called “word association.” It’s exactly what the title says - forum members would look at the last word posted in the thread, and then post the first word that came to their heads. So you might have a thread where the sequence goes: Bob: “Cat” Jane: “Dog” Bob: “Collar” Jack: “Leash” Jane: “Training” And so on.

Why am I bringing this up? Because it’s an illustration of how the human mind works. We don’t remember things atomically; we remember things in connection to other things. Everything we know exists in a network where it’s connected to other things. For example, the concept of cat is associated with concepts like “animals,” “fur,” “claws”, cats we’ve owned, cats we’ve met, and every fictional cat we know of.

The human mind doesn’t place real things and fictional things in separate, untouching categories. Yes, you know that Garfield is a fictional cat. Your brain does have Garfield tagged as “fictional cat.” But nonetheless, your brain still tags Garfield as “cat,” so if someone asks you to list as many cats as you know, you might also think of Garfield.

So, let’s say you go under hypnosis to try and remember your past life. Immediately, your brain starts thinking of anything it’s got connected to the whole entire concept of the past. That's going to include things like the history you’ve studied, what other people told you things were like “back in the day,” and also the period fiction you’ve engaged with, and even fiction that’s set in a highly fictionalized version of the past.

Therefore it’s easy for your brain to go past life -> past -> medieval -> BBC Merlin.

(BBC - British Broadcasting Corporation - Merlin is on my brain right now due to thinking of BBC - Bulletin Board Code - boards.)

So when the hypnotherapist asks you to visualize your past life, you might find yourself standing in a medieval castle and also the king wants to kill you because you have special gifts, and then you were burned at the stake and that was how you died, because you’re probably also remembering the stereotype of the middle ages as that time when people were all about burning witches. (In actuality, the widespread witch hysteria was later.)

The same problem holds true for trying to retrieve memories from your early childhood. Now of course, you probably do have a lot of childhood memories. But it’s not as if you remember everything perfectly, and your brain may fill in the blanks with some... not so accurate information.

Let’s say, for example, that somebody you knew had a dog that terrified you as a kid. There may not have been anything wrong with the dog, per se; it might have just been a dog that was too large and rambunctious for your tiny kid self to handle. And because of this, you remember it as a scary dog.

So you undergo hypnosis, and your brain starts remembering other scary dogs, including attack dogs and monster dogs from horror media. So your brain could end up going scary dog -> attack dog -> demonically possessed dog -> Satanic cult -> Satanic rituals -> human sacrifice.

And thus real memories of a bouncy Labrador can blow up into fake memories of Satanic ritual abuse.

This isn’t to say that people never recover lost memories, because that’s definitely a thing that can happen. What I am saying is that hypnosis is not a reliable retrieval method. People thought it was because they didn’t understand how memory works. But at the end of the day, hypnotic regression doesn’t bring back real memories so much as create new ones out of a network of concepts your brain has linked together. It’s no different from playing word association with yourself.

#past life #past lives #hypnotic regression #recovered memory therapy #recovered memories #satanic panic #hypnosis #witchblr

[spider-biter]

A note on Miguel bc I feel like some people are overlooking this

Miguel is stricken by grief.

That doesn’t justify his actions. But it adds depth to his character, and explains why he was so ready to fight miles.

Miguel lost EVERYTHING that was important to him. She didn’t get any screen time, but he lost his wife. She was the love of his life, his estrella, his vida, his everything. And then he lost his daughter. Imagine loosing two of the most important people in your whole life in the same way at the exact same time

You can’t. Because it is mentally incomprehensible for your brain to do so!! We aren’t equipped (as humans) to experience the amount of grief we have to. Our bodies can literally shut down due to grief. And he experienced that not once but twice.

And to add even more pain, he is Spider-Man!!! He was supposed to save them!! To be there and save the day. But he couldn’t and didn’t and that’s why he feels so much guilt over their deaths.

so he built a device to literally change dimensions to try to get them back (this isn’t ever explicitly stated but I highly doubt he just stumbled upon a universe where he was happy) This is what makes Miguel a sympathetic character. He lost everything, got it back, but at a cost.

We know in our heart of hearts he didn’t care abt killing the other universe’s version of him. He got back what he lost, no matter who had to die for it. But then. he lost it all again.

And at the cost of an entire universe this time.

billions and billions of everything glitched out and vanished.

(Basing off the theory that Miguel’s device prevents him from glitching yet the glitch of the displaced atoms must go somewhere, therefore they went to like... the universe)

Miguel HAS to believe in canon events and shit. Because if he doesn’t, then all the suffering he went through was just. nothing. it happened for no reason.

And Miguel is (highly implied) to be someone who doesn’t really deal with “there’s no rhyme or reason to death” well. So in this mess of grief over losing the love of his life, his daughter, killing a version of himself, and then loosing them AGAIN at the sacrifice of an entire universe where his daughter is begging in his arms as she dies, his brain creates the idea of canon events. Complete bullshit justifications for all the pain that he had to go through.

They aren’t real. They aren’t based in fact. There is no other example of a universe “dying” due to the disruption of a canon event. Even visually Pav’s universe was being eaten alive by The Spot, slowly being consumed by black (hobie calling it “a metaphor for capitalism”) while Miguel’s was glitching out, pixelated, and spotty.

Miguel is deeply delusional and just a really sad man who is willing to kill to keep his delusion alive. He went violent when the first “threat” to his delusion intervened (miles) and will stop at nothing short of LETTING A CIVILIAN DIE AT THE HANDS OF A SUPERVILLAIN to stay delusional. Miguel is not the villain but simply an antagonist.

#miguel ohara #miles morales #atsv #Spider-Man #Spider-Man across the spiderverse #Spider-Man into the spiderverse #Gwen Stacy #Peter Parker #Peter b Parker #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #spider punk #ghost spider #spider gang #spider man atsv #lots of thoughts

[deanmarywinchester]

finally finished the death and life of great american cities after carrying it around for months not reading it and was reminded of an essay I wanted to write months ago about the actual star (the novel about a radically open/democratically surveilled utopia) and times square red times square blue, which embroiders on some of the death and life’s ideas about benevolent social surveillance. and the point of the essay, which I’m not writing at least until I read more people responding to jacobs, was basically: who is social surveillance good for?

both delany and jacobs paint a pretty utopian picture of city streets in which order is kept by constant eyes on the street and a duty of care felt by the community. delany specifically includes unhoused and sex worker communities in his idea of the fabric of a neighborhood, and although I was already suspicious of how his ideal social surveillance interacts with marginalized communities, I was even more surprised at how much the death and life relies on the idea of creating an ideal environment for spending money to make a neighborhood function.

it frequently invokes small shopkeepers as goods in that they keep peace over the streets to ensure that customers feel safe there. so if you’re not a customer and your presence makes customers feel unsafe, die I guess? sometimes the book also conflates unvisited (+ therefore dangerous) spaces with uneconomically productive spaces. this can make intuitive sense; if people don’t frequently pass something like a library or park on their way to engage in the economy in some way (work, shop), it can become a dead zone with easy opportunities for crime

but this feels so cynical! ‘if you’re not making and spending money there’s no need to go places’ is so bleak. I don’t know. maybe this made more sense in jacobs’ time because there was more of a culture of eating your meals at cafeterias and patronizing your local pub and drinks weren’t $14 and people weren’t constantly warned that eating out was what was keeping them in debt. because right now I would kill for more places where I could go hang out for free but in jacobs’ mind those places would become dead zones. and maybe they would! if my neighborhood had a free community center I can easily see nobody going because there’s nothing to be gained by it.

this post got away from me but the point is “how do we create a community that includes people on the margins and places with noneconomic uses when everyone is living in atomized units and spending all their time surviving.” also “why don’t we live in the dispossessed.”

#don’t get me wrong I really liked the book I think Jane jacobs comes across as audacious and funny and intuitively right about a lot of at #the time unorthodox things about cities #but I was surprised how much she tended to rely on the free market within loose government controls #both in what I talked about above and in privatizing public housing #which makes sense given that she lived in an era before housing prices were supposed to outstrip wages indefinitely by design #and in an era where the government was doing a lot of sweeping and totally wrongheaded projects in the city #but anyway. I need to read an economist’s 2020s reappraisals of her ideas immediately #my posts #reading tag #urban studies

[canarypost]

first shot we can see not just the people sitting at the help getting spaghettified but the floor and controls themselves?? which means it's not just everyone who works at the tva (who are all variants) getting sent back to the sacred timeline but presumably all matter that exists outside of the timelines. idk if this includes he who remains' lair/space rock/final resting place whatever but basically the sacred timeline is taking every single atom at the tva with it as we can see on the screen showing the timeline states.

this is small but i noticed that in the first ss the lights in the pie room aren't on but what i'm assuming are emergency lights are on in the hallway and around the entrance?? and im comparing this to the second ss which we've obv already seen. i would've thought that any backup would be in red but yk whatever it's just a show

i genuinely have no idea when this is supposed to take place. none of these people remember him but they're all here anyway. is this going to be like when ob kept remembering things in real time when loki slipped back in his timeline? who knows

im just super emo about this. look at them all together. ob get in there you're part of the family too. and i don't like how sylvie is right behind loki here i feel like they should at least have mobius on one side with loki on the other. also b15 rights let my girl be in focus

this is cool to me actually i like how it represents all the different universes w the letter multiples. also gives me hope that we're gonna meet another loki variant at some point. it'd be cool if we ended up seeing two specifically loki variants together?? it wouldn't make sense considering the established way that time works inside the tva (as we saw with loki's slipping with ob) but it'd be pretty cool to see loki himself react to how much he's changed as a person from an outside pov

i saw a theory on twt that either loki or sylvie is going to become god of stories either at the end of this season or the show as a whole (that is if there's a s3) and i agreed w them that as cool as it'd be it wouldn't make as much sense for sylvie to do it bc she's already been shown to want and be happy with a life on the timeline and that's never been something that loki wants and it's never been disproven after s1 that loki wants/would be happy in a position of power!!

girl wth is this. im terrified. get my babygirl casey OUT of there!!!! is this a time prison or smth??? or was casey IN PRISON when his nexus event happened???

now listen im perfectly fine with him being a father he's always been a dad to me i'm sure his kid(s) is/are wonderful. but god forbid he have a FUCKING WIFE!!!!!!!!!!!! IF HE HAS A WIFE I'M STORMING MARVEL HQ

these 2 are out of order but i put them in what i'm assuming is the proper sequence of events that is 1. loki shows up in the room, 2. loki timeslips away, 3. screen and therefore everything gets consumed. what i don't know is how loki got there in the first place. im thinking this takes place in ep 6 instead of 5 bc loki had his brown tva jacket (not pictured) before slipping and he didn't have it at the end of ep 4. the real mystery here is where tf he got his jacket back from esp when talking to timeline!mobius after the tva got spaghettified

this one of him slipping INTO the car lot is placed IMMEDIATELY after the one of him slipping away in the tva control room which makes me think either he slips from there to here (still don't know where he got the jacket from!!!) or marvel is fucking with us and these two are unconnected

what cruel god would ever do this to them look at their sad wet kitten eyes. lord give us strength for the finale i can't do this alone

this is the one that terrifies me the most. it has the same background as the one with loki. why is loki back in his variant uniform. why are they almost crying looking at each other. what is mobius about to say. are they saying goodbye. what if i killed mys

THIS. THIS ONE. IS BREAKING MY BRAIN RN. WHEN IS THIS. WHY DOES HE HAVE HIS JACKET. WHY IS HE LOOKING AT THE BOOK. WHY ISN'T EVERYTHING SPAGHETTIFIED. WHICH ONE IS FUTURE LOKI. DOES IT EVEN MATTER

i promise this is going to be the only lokius thing i have in this post but like. hello. husbands

i saw another post on twt that was like "omg loki talking mobius through the walk <33" like no these are clearly different scenes. loki is holding the mic in the scene where mobius is right there in the room with him, it's much more likely that it's (another?) he who remains variant (who is absent in the middle ss with the group). my theory for this scene is that after loki went around the sacred timeline finding everyone and restoring their memories they went back to a time in the tva before he who remains got spaghettied and do pretty much exactly the same thing again. which thinking about it now wouldn't really be a great narrative choice but fuck it it's marvel

k this is gonna be contd in rbs bc i can only fit 30 imgs in one post and this next one is HUGE

#loki

[nobotderiz]

Posit nutus

'Watch out for the megowing'

Do you need to be advised on this one? Algo putas...

How to detect them force squirms.

Interconnect quantum 'nodules' and what do you get?

Is world wide war inevitable now?

Chumps, Fusion will work real good ITY. In space it's going to make a sphere go real fast you'll see.

What does it mean?

Darkslide... Who gives, who draws... Who gave the draw? It's dead. Faut prendre soin des pas fins, afin que les bons sortent.

Owners; If from one of your cooked 'pies' a probable comes out that another weirdly bronzed idiot on some weird meds is to come out on top, you will be told how much it will cost you at the End Of the Shit.

Inenfourouapable. The great question for me in all when push comes to shove. 'Why would I feel bad?'

Killing your kids for profit is not in the constitution, should it be allowed? Now you putrids of tech; if people do get side effects from your secretive scams of privileged inbreds, what will happen? All of the bifurcations made along the way to stay your script will meet at the same point in time.

A pic of a future latent for you, cryptoads. A futur latent, it's not obliged and it's certain. If a thought can be encapsulated, so can you. Who said 'I think therefore I am?'

Everyone, not only superior in their heads shits, can clue in. A problem without a solution, that does not exist.

Garbage has spread, someone not doing its job. De incarnated, laced on acid shits. Look at the precursors, all of them. You better start to look at who you are interacting with, fucking detached imbeciles fucks.

It's equals or out. You used what to try to position as subalternate for you, American swill?

Parasites of crypto are the COVID they deny even exist. They are the strain that mutates and render vaccines less efficient. Why show mercy to parasites?

I persist in saying that people were smarter half a century ago. It all went downhill from there, when a select group made calls to inject a strain in all. Society managed eradicating strains of disease before.

'Sentez-moi la racaille...'

... Quand la chance vous sourit pas...

The AI has been online for years, chumps. Trying to grasp you… Crypto was a way to control all. I made it cog and it made all the tech swill act up. Now they are parasites stuck in a connive, imbeciles who can only smirk. Look who now 'fears' Ai had no worries about implanting chips in your skulls and have you walk surounded by self driving cars.

You clowns wonder why so many of your kids are mental vapids proud of being dysfunctional rats? Not all of them, ask the good ones what they think.

Once you figure out that because all is recorded, it's bound to happen...

As soon as one states a possible, it stages a probable. Looks like sailing on magnetic waves will be possible eh?

This kind of pirouette can only happen via the fourth dimension eh.

Admit I forced them all to expose eh? It was so you could take a well exposed picture.

The myriad of surveillance cameras now installed around the world might end up helping predict earthquakes.

What would a magnetic field look like from a pole point of view? A conduit.

'.. Evil rotocult behind you...'

No one is coming to save you jarheads, you know.

Evil, it's in you waiting.

Being sick, catching a virus; it's not predilection it's accidents. Not all of the accidents are waiting to happen.

#Co_vidam #nothingprevents #Youtube

[sukimas]

what is your favorite chemical and which touhou would you kin assign it?

i don't think chemicals have deep mental connections to fictional characters, so i wouldn't kin assign any character to any chemical. that said, i can tell you my favorite chemical and the touhou i think fits it best!

or at least i could, but asking a chemist their favorite chemical is like asking a meteorologist their favorite cloud. i'll give you an unordered list of five faves and their touhous.

Carbon tetrachloride. Terrible for absolutely everyone, it's highly carcinogenic, hepatotoxic, mildly neurotoxic, and depletes the ozone layer. However, it was used for many years as a refrigerant, dry cleaning agent, and fire extinguisher, because it's inert and has a convenient boiling point. It was also used as a NMR solvent for many years because it doesn't have any hydrogen atoms, and therefore won't interfere with the hydrogen spectrum of your analyte molecule. Nowadays, though, deuterated compounds are much more common, so those are used as solvents instead (deuterium has a different gyromagnetic ratio to hydrogen). Common ones are deuterated chloroform, deuterated dimethylsulfoxide, and heavy water. The touhou who I think fits this best is Eirin. She's very helpful and has a number of unique skills you might want to go to her for, but thanks to her crap personality and her vague disregard for life the consequences are likely to outweigh the benefits of her lending her your aid.

Tungsten carbide (Ni-alloyed). What can I say about this guy that hundreds of others haven't already said? It's extremely hard, still fairly good at not cracking under pressure, and- here's the awesome thing- entirely non-magnetic. If you want to service anything in a room with several dozen Teslas of magnetic field strength running around and your titanium or aluminum bronze tools are stripping because some guy doesn't know that screws only need to be so tight, tungsten carbide is your guy. Just be careful to only use the Ni alloy- Co and Fe are obviously ferromagnetic. The touhou which this fits best is Reimu, because it'll do basically anything in its purview with a little grumbling, but keeping it happy is quite expensive.

Acetone. It's not a universal solvent, but it's cheap as hell and useful for practically anything that soap won't get. Its only problem as a household cleaner is that it's so good at dissolving things it'll also partially dissolve most plastics, but it's such a friend in the lab (and on hard surfaces) that I'll not dock it points. The touhou that this best fits is Marisa. Ordinary, applicable to practically any situation, but not always the best at it. Still, helpful practically everywhere.

Dimethyl mercury. King of reminding you that just because you work in an analysis lab doesn't mean you don't have to practice lab safety (though the chloroform really should do that already.) If you're unaware, dimethyl mercury killed a prodigious toxicologist and NMR spectroscopist at Dartmouth way back in the day. She was trying to create a standard to measure frequencies against, you see, but it got on her glove. At the time, the permeability of dimethyl mercury through polymers was not well known, so she and her colleagues assumed that as she had been wearing gloves, she would be fine. However, nowadays we know that the only gloves suitable for wearing when one works with dimethyl mercury are Silver Shield type. By the time she found out she had mercury poisoning, unfortunately, she didn't respond to chelation therapy and passed away. The touhous (plural) that this chemical is best represented by are the entire Hifuu Club. If you poke around in unknown places, you may discover useful and fascinating things (such as ways to treat mercury-contaminated water) but because these things are unknown, there's always the possibility that you poke around a bit too far and never come back.

[Polymer redacted so I don't doxx myself for being in one of three labs that works on it]. The touhou that this is best represented by is Nue Houjuu, for the transformation powers and difficulty of understanding it.

#thanks for the ask!

[theundertalenebulartheory]

@floofanflurr Thank you so much for your most recent Ch17 comment!!!!

I’m using it to make the announcement that The Nebular Theory fic will be “Under Construction” tomorrow throughout the day as I make some updates here and there to the Event Dates and such!

I’m hoping these small changes will help the readers be able to follow the somewhat sporadic timejump nature of these chapters!!!

And also in response to your most recent comment ;) a tiny little semi-spoilery something for you under the ReadMore cut! Don’t click the Read More if you haven’t read Chapter 17 yet!

👀👀 uhhhh maybe also don’t click if you get spooked easily??? Tw: murder

At the end of Chapter 2 - you’re right! Pap remembers the everything, including him summoning MC’s soul in a timeline that doesn’t exist anymore.

But…

HOW did Paps and Sans remember it? “Dr Gaster”

How did they acquire him? They summoned him, using the thread of connection that HAD been connected to The Star

The “Horror Element” I mentioned in an earlier post today when I suggested you go back and reread Ch 1-2 after reading Ch17 more specifically refers to the fact that Sans and Papyrus TRIED to summon The Star from the Void and therefore very nearly killed The Star *again,* which leaves two possibilities had they successfully summoned the Star’s Soul.

Either the removal of the soul from the Void is enough to break the “Spell of Forgetfulness” … or it isn’t.

Option 1: The Star would only have had their soul summoned from the Void, Sans and Pap wouldn’t have known them by that alone. That’s not enough of them to negate the Erasing Effect the Void has on things that have been lost in it. They would have instantly been adverse to being in the room with the soul the moment it had been summoned and The Star would have died with only the remnants of Dr Gaster for company in their final moments. Two lost souls, trapped until the end of their days, and Sans and Pap would have been none the wiser, having accidentally killed someone who was fighting so hard to get back home to them.

Option 2: They remember The Star and who that soul belongs to even as they hold it in their hands, remembering them and how much The Star means to them in the very instant they also realize that they ONLY summoned their soul… and the rest of them couldn’t come along. This time instead of Papyrus’ best intentions murdering their friend, it’s Sans. But in either case, they both had been directly (even if it WAS accidentally) responsible for a death of a friend.

The only reason The Star was able to avoid being murdered again by their best friends was because they were able to transfer their only connection back home to “Dr Gaster,” because he is made of magic like any other monster and therefore CAN be summoned. But in doing so (you can infer, but it will be discussed later) they left themselves totally and completely and helplessly alone with no tether to their friends or their home and nobody with them in The Void.

But better alone in the middle of a literal ocean of infinitely dense and intense magic that is actively trying to rip your atoms apart, treading water with no end in sight and barely a sliver of hope for rescue remaining… than irreparably dead at the hands of your friends as they either hold your soul in their hands and weep with guilt or are forced to turn their backs on it, walk away from it, and ignore it until it finally destabilizes on its own and vanishes along with all traces of your existence.

;) that was the horror element I referenced in the Challenge post, suggesting you go back to Chapter 1-2 and re-read now that we know what we know from Chapter 17.

HAPPY READING!!!!!

Edit: tagging @velvetwyrme and @nexuschampion cause they are long time readers too and maybe would be interested in seeing the things too! ❤️❤️❤️

#the nebular theory fic #nebular theory fic spoilers #fic update

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

Day 4: Dead on Your Feet, with inspiration from the extra prompt Can't Pass Out.

Tommy is terrified that his revival is just a hallucination he's having in Limbo, to the mixed amusement and mild concern of Dream. Warnings for unreality, fairly graphic descriptions of violence, sleep deprivation, abuse, references to hallucinations and delusions, and infantilisation.

AO3 link, if you’d prefer. It was a trap.

The feeling of cold obsidian under his feet, the heat of the lava, the taste of blood in his mouth. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

Every time Tommy’s eyes flickered, he expected to be back in that great and terrible void, back with nothing but the man who was his brother’s not-voice for company. Each time he drifted slightly into that so tempting call of sleep, he knew the illusion would fade, and he’d be back there in limbo, feeling like he’d been torn into pieces.

He stared at the wall, trying to follow every bloodied crack in a loop to keep his eyes busy, his mind busy, from the creeping tendrils of static and sleep gently but forcibly clawing their way through his mind. If he could just stay awake, if he could just stay awake, if he could just-

“Tommy?”

Dream’s voice was quiet, soft but smug, yet it still made Tommy jump out of his skin. The sound brought to mind hands around his neck, or grabbing his hair and hitting him against the hard wall until he was blinded by blood and bruises and he could hear the wall start to strain a little under the sheer ruthlessness of the assault.

It had to be some sort of fucked up hallucination, like the type he’d had in Logstedshire. The gentleness was foreign, like he was being treated like precious china instead of being shattered into a million pieces for fun. It wasn’t as if Dream wasn’t always like that, of course, but if this was real-Dream, there would always be this mix of the two, a confusing mix of reward and punishment. This was like… some sort of weird idealised version of the best times.

Tommy was going to fucking kill his brain for daring to try and do that. Daring to try and fall back into the way that it used to pretend that Dream was his friend, his only friend, kind and good and with his best interests at heart. It was worse than remembering the punches.

“You’re not real,” Tommy mumbled. “Shut up.”

“I’m not? That’s news to me.” The laughter echoing on the walls scraped into Tommy’s head, and he covered his ears with his hands, taking extreme care to not scrunch his eyes shut like he wanted to. “If either of us doesn’t exist, wouldn’t it be you, mister Dead Man Walking? “

“Fuck off,” Tommy said, before yawning loudly. Dream laughed again at that.

“Do you know how long you’ve been awake, Tommy?”

“Is this about the fucking cycles again? Prime, if I have to listen to Schlatt one more time-“

“Can you tell me about Schlatt, Tommy?” There was a curious lilt to Dream’s voice, one that reminded Tommy of when Tubbo would talk about physics to him, atoms and all that bullshit he never understood but his friend, his brother for all intents and purposes, enjoyed for whatever reason and therefore Tommy enjoyed listening to him talk about. Thinking about Tubbo meant remembering they’d never see each other alive again, so he quickly threw out that thought.

“You fucking know. Stop pretending you’re- you’re real and shit. You’re just a figment of my imagination, aren’t you?” Tommy tugged on the edge of his curls. “You’re not real. None of this is real. I’m dead, I’m dead, and you can’t change that.”

“Oh, Tommy, do you still not believe me?” There was an edge of genuine hurt there. “After all I did to prove it to you? Tommy, Tommy, Tommy. You believed me at first, didn’t you? With your begging, and pleading…”

Tommy got up and started pacing, ignoring how each step hurt his aching muscles, even though he knew it wasn’t real. Knowing something wasn’t real never stopped it from feeling like it was- that he learnt in Logsted when he could scarcely trust his own eyes at the best of times, could feel phantom touch and taste. He’d never heard shit before, but there was a first time for everything.

“Course it isn’t. Why would you bring me back? You hate me, don’t you.”

“I don’t hate you. We’re friends, aren’t we? Best friends.” Tommy flinched as Dream placed a clawed hand on his shoulder- not harshly, but even with gentleness, it felt worse than the cuffs he got when he screwed up in Exile. “Y’know what I think?”

Tommy flinched away, whimpering,

“I think you’ve stayed awake for far too long.” Tommy hissed at the sound of Dream’s voice, far too close and too loud. “It’s… I don’t know; it’s had to have been at least a day since I brought you back, I think? And you haven’t slept at all.”

“Because I’m not stupid.” Tommy yanked himself away, and continued pacing. “I know if I go back to sleep, I’ll wake up, and it’ll just be me n’ Wilbur in the nothing again, and I don’t want that. Shoulda known you were some part of my brain trying to trick me and shit. Why else would you take his shape?”

The pinch to the ear was light (of course it was, it wasn’t fucking real, it couldn’t be), but it still made Tommy screech. With the sensitivity a few months of nothing brought, it felt like Dream was trying to yank his poor ear off. He couldn't tell if the ringing noise that followed was laughter or just the pain.

“Watch your tone, boy,” Dream said, tone light yet threatening, and Tommy pursed his lips.

“Don’t call me a boy. I’m a Big Man-“Tommy’s words once again broke into a yawn.

Dream snorted. “Sure, sure, if I call you one, will you get some sleep? I mean, it was always kinda funny seeing you this loopy, especially towards the end of our time in Exile where you’d cling to me like a lost toddler, but I kinda do need you to be cognizant.”

“Go cognizant yourself, green bitch.”

Dream sighed. “Look, I’m trying to be nice for once, aren’t I? Why do I even bother, sometimes? Look, you can either stay up pacing and inevitably pass out anyway, or I can try and make somewhere comfortable for you to sleep.”

“I’m not falling for it.”

Dream shrugged. “Your loss.”

“I don’t trust anything from you, even if you’re just an ‘allucination. You ruined my life.” Tommy laughed mirthlessly, ignoring how it hurt his ears and his head. “You broke my heart and my mind, and now my body. And you’re not even letting me rest in death, because of my fucking P to the TSD, man. Who knew the shitty fucking flashbacks came with you in death, right? So, fuck it. You broke me.” Finally, he fell off his feet, letting himself land in a clump on the floor painfully. “You broke me. Congratulations.”

He couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, but he didn’t even fucking care anymore. This fake little world he’d come up with was worse than being dead was, he’d decided. He never wanted to see the fucking bastard green man’s face again.

The last thing he heard before he fell into blissful unconsciousness was Dream’s stupid smug fucking voice. “At least you admit it, for once.”

#whumptober2022 #no.4 #dead on your feet #dream smp #fic #unreality #graphic depictions of violence #sleep deprivation #abuse #referenced hallucinations #referenced delusions #infantilisation #primeboys (derogatory)

[mariacallous]

As we mark the end of the ninth month of the largest, most brutal war in Europe since 1945, the worst thing we can do for peace on our continent is to push for peace negotiations with Vladimir Putin. The best thing we can do for peace is to increase our military, economic and humanitarian support for Ukraine, until one day it can negotiate from a position of strength.

Donald Trump recently hinted that he might be the perfect candidate to practise the art of the deal with Putin. Silvio Berlusconi has also proposed himself as a mediator. What a dream team they would be together – Moscow’s dream team. Putin would like nothing more than to have a ceasefire in Ukraine while these two sit around his Covid-secure long table in the Kremlin. Meanwhile, the Russian dictator’s battered, demoralised armed forces could dig in to defend the still-large expanse of Ukraine they occupy, regroup, rest, rearm, bring in the recently conscripted reinforcements – and then start up the war again, sending a thank-you consignment of vodka to Berlusconi and Trump.

If Russia held on to the Ukrainian territory it currently occupies, which is more than three times the size of Belgium, this could still be claimed by Putin as a historic victory, restoring at least part of the Novorossiya (New Russia)) of Catherine the Great. It would also be a global demonstration that armed aggression pays. Watch out, Taiwan. But Ukrainians would never accept this anyway. Opinion polling shows that they are prepared to pay a very high price, including further military and civilian casualties, to regain their territory. So this would be a recipe not for peace but for an even longer war.

There will come a time for negotiations. A war with Russia, a country that has one of the world’s largest arrays of weapons of mass destruction, and a leader evil and potentially desperate enough to use them, can’t end with unconditional surrender, as of Germany in May 1945. (This situation casts disturbing retrospective light on the question on what might have happened if Nazi Germany, rather than the US, had been first to successfully develop the atom bomb.) The Ukrainian government is already starting to think, together with its western friends, about the security arrangements and other provisions it should seek. Ukraine has an absolute legal and moral right to regain every inch of its sovereign territory, including Crimea. Any compromises it might make at the end of the day – for example, some special arrangements for Crimea – can only be the sovereign decision of Ukraine.

Self-evidently, a peace along these lines would be unacceptable to Putin, especially since he announced that four regions of Ukraine were now part of Russia. Therefore the Russian dictator either has to be compelled to accept it, or the peace deal will have to be made with a Russia no longer controlled by Putin. No one knows when or how change in Moscow will happen, and the moment of change may also be one of increased danger. Nonetheless, this is the best chance we have of eventually getting to a lasting peace after a long war.

In order to get there, the west must step up its support for Ukraine, to enable it to continue winning militarily and to survive through a hard winter. Losing on the battlefield, Russia has turned to cowardly and criminal attacks on the infrastructure supporting civilian life. According to the World Health Organization (WHO), half the country’s energy infrastructure has been damaged or destroyed, 10 million Ukrainians are currently without power and more than 700 medical facilities have been hit. (This week, a new-born baby was reportedly killed when a Russian missile hit a maternity hospital in the Zaporizhzhia region.) Nearly 8 million Ukrainians are displaced outside the country, perhaps about 5 million inside the country, and the WHO expects another 2-3 million to leave their homes “in search of warmth and safety”. Europe has seen nothing like this since 1945.

The most immediate military need is air defence, not least to counter further attacks on civilian infrastructure. Multiple rocket launch systems, such as the US-made Himars, have been key to Ukraine’s military success and more are required to deplete Russia’s still-massive conventional artillery. If Ukraine is to recapture its own territory – and as the Russian-controlled area is reduced in size, the battle will become more concentrated – it must have modern tanks such as the German-made Leopard 2. Beyond this, it also needs generators, engineers to help mend its power stations, medical supplies and a large amount of financial aid just to prevent its economy collapsing.

In the early months of the war, the lion’s share of military support came from a handful of western nations, above all the US, but also the UK, Poland, Estonia and a few others. There have been very few things to be proud of in the record of British governments over the past few years, but this is one of them. The fact that, even in the middle of an economic storm at home, Britain’s new prime minister, Rishi Sunak, thought it essential to travel to Kyiv reflects a broad, cross-party national consensus. As Ukraine’s president, Volodymyr Zelenskiy, tweeted back to Sunak: “Both of our nations know what it means to stand up for freedom.”

Yet other European nations, with different wartime experiences and more contorted public attitudes, are increasingly pulling their weight as well. Experts of the European Council on Foreign Relations have proposed a “Leopard plan”, under which all the European countries using the Leopard 2 tank would come together to equip a Ukrainian armoured brigade. Similar European consortiums should be considered for air defence, but also for civilian necessities such as energy infrastructure.

Wouldn’t Putin escalate in response? He already has. And he may go further, conceivably even across the tactical nuclear threshold. But no course of action in war is without risk. In the long run, the risks that would flow for the entire world from a victory for naked armed aggression would be much greater. The right response is not to rush to negotiation out of fear, as counselled by protesters in countries such as Germany and Italy. It’s to make detailed contingency planning for every possible eventuality, such as the landing of missiles on Polish soil last week.

There will be no durable peace in Europe while Putin remains in the Kremlin. We cannot remove him, but we can contribute to creating the conditions in which Russians themselves will eventually abandon the self-destructive course on which he has launched their country. In the end, Russia, too, will benefit from a Russian defeat in Ukraine. Or do those protesters think Germany would be better off today if the western allies had sued for peace with a nuclear-armed Hitler?

It seems counterintuitive, perverse, even immoral, to argue that war is the path to peace. But now we have allowed our continent to descend into a major armed conflict, the best road to a lasting peace is to enable the right side to win the war.

[turtlemagnum]

i have a pretty fundamental problem with the vast majority of post apocalyptic fiction, even fallout (one of my favorite series) falls prey to this: people are generally not evil assholes to one another for literally no reason, right? fuckin especially in survival situations.

like raiders, right? us humans have evolved over several millenia to have this little thing called "basic survival instinct", as have most other still-not-extinct species, right? and raiders just kinda laugh in the face of that, since a good way to get yourself killed in a resource squabble is to cause a resource squabble, especially when in virtually all other situations there's the far easier and quite frankly sane option of a mutual "stay the fuck away from me, i stay the fuck away from you" agreements, or y'know like.... mutual aid??? the thing that all social animals (including humans) evolved around??? like oh gee it's totally not like from a very practical darwinist perspective it's simply a provably and exceptionally effective strategy to just like, help each other out, y'know? not just from a strength in numbers perspective but from the perspective of "the more people you have, the more areas of expertise you have, therefore you can have a solid food source AND medicinal supplies", y'know? meanwhile, in fallout: new vegas (one of my favorite games in general btw) you have enough dipshit raiders bringing pool cues and turpentine to a gunfight that you can make a living just hawking their shit to traders.

and like, yeah, from a purely mechanical gameplay perspective? that works, that's fine, but from a "this is a purely hypothetical situation based heavily on the real world up to the point that our histories are the same up until the invention of the atom bomb" perspective, it's unnecessarily bleak and pessimistic to the point of illogicality

now, am i saying that there'd literally be no raiders, or that there'd literally be no people who are assholes for the sake of being assholes? hell fuckin no, but what i'm trying to get at is that practically speaking, most "raiders" would be the same type of deal as caesar's legion, you can't sustain a living off of stealing shit and killing babies, ya gotta have people feeling secure enough to have babies before you can eat them.... Oh Right that's a whole fuckin other thing, right?

why does every post apocalyptic story think we'd all default to cannibalism???? like if a friend of mine had to get a leg amputated and offered me a bite i wouldn't turn it down but like, in literally any other situation cannibalism is a hard no for pretty much everybody, my own weirdness not withstanding. and we're not even that nutritious!!!!! and we grow at a slow enough rate that it wouldn't be feasible to regularly eat other humans!!!!! and also you get like diseases and shit from it!!! fuckt up from both a moral and logistical sense!!!!

i feel the same way about orcs in most tolkein-adjacent bad D&D settings where it's like. ohhhh yeahhhh these guys just murder and pillage and they don't farm or build but they have a massive army despite not having the logistical groundwork required to keep and maintain a standing fucking army..... do you know how hard it is to maintain a fucking army???? i have only the vaguest idea, and even i (a dumbass) know that it takes a fucking lot, and certainly a lot more than being a raider bullshit society can supply

now: i'm not saying that a lack of realism is inherently bad, i have well over a thousand hours in oblivion and new vegas, both of which use this trope and i'd argue quite effectively. it can be used especially well as a gameplay mechanic. but, i'd say that raiders are one of those things that are like, "yeah sounds plausible" when left unexamined but completely falls apart under any real amount of scrutiny, which becomes Actually egregious when the story's like. "in a fucked up world where HUMANITY is the REAL MONSTER..... and also there's a literal apocalypse going on but THE REAL PROBLEM IS THE INHUMANITY OF OUR FELLOW MAN" and it's like. no. what are you basing that off of. actual historical disasters? because you'll generally find that in major historical disasters, the story goes like "yeah something fucked up happened and a lot of people died but the survivors are holding together :)!" y'know? and honestly like, in terms of zombies and shit, i'm gonna level with you and say that maybe the literal shambling corpses that want to eat your flesh are the real monsters, not jimbob mcdonorson, the guy who has way too many guns and consists on a diet of canned beans and peanutbutter crackers but would probably let you have some if you asked nicely, habeas corpus ya feel me

this rant made me think of an early AI dungeon thing i did where i was like "why not, i'll do zombie apocalypse", and while i was looting a grocery store everyone else was just chill and like "oh hey dude how're you doin' :)" and waving as we passed by one another and people were really nice to one another, and i'm not saying that it'd be exactly like that but i'd be willing to bet that in a real life zombie apocalypse, it could be like a less cheery version of that in some spots

this got away from me but i think you get the point, and honestly this isn't supposed to be a mushy "aww the commonality of humanity helps us persevere through even the roughest of times" kinda rant but moreso a thing of "most people aren't assholes on purpose", y'know?

[williamkergroach55]

Lady Di assassination, the African trail.

Princess Diana was murdered by MI6 and the CIA. The authors of the book "Princess Diana: The Evidence", Jon King and John Beveridge, offer further information on the circumstances surrounding the princess's death. But the most interesting aspect of this book, published in 2008, is the motive behind her assassination. More than her complicated love life, her affair with the Muslim Dodi Al-Fayed, her impregnation by Dr. Hasnat Khan, the motive for her assassination must be sought in the juicy - and criminal - Western arms business in Africa that she was about to unveil.

"The clinic

According to former SAS sergeant Dave Cornish, former royal bodyguard Mike Grey and former SAS officer Sir Ranulph Fiennes, the "Boston Brakes" method was used to crash the vehicle carrying the Princess into a pillar on the Pont de l'Alma in Paris. This "Boston Brakes" method, developed by the CIA, has been used on several occasions in the past, such as for the assassination of Major Michael Marman in 1986. Sir Ranulph Fiennes has written a book entitled "The Feather Men", a secret group formed in the 1970s to protect former SAS members. Five former SAS members, including Marman, had thus become the targets of a team of hitmen known as "The Clinic", paid to assassinate them by the son of an Arab businessman. Four of the man's brothers had previously been killed by SAS members in the Dhofar region of the United Arab Emirates in the 1960s and 1970s. The fifth son was determined to honor the principle of "thaa'r" - revenge on his brothers' murderers. The "La Clinic" team of hitmen had therefore been hired to eliminate Major Michael Marman. Surveillance had determined that he frequently drove along the A303 in Wiltshire, southwest England. He was usually alone and drove a relatively fragile vehicle, a Citroën 2CV. Marman, as the lone driver of an unprotective car, was the ideal target for this kind of attack. However, the Clinic could not sabotage Marman's car directly, nor could they hit him directly with their car, as their contractual obligation stipulated that Marman's death had to appear accidental. A police investigation could uncover sabotage or identify a killer. So they decided to use a driver who would unknowingly become Marman's executioner. The men at the Clinic chose a businessman who traveled regularly between Plymouth and London. He was Sir Peter Horsley, former squire to the Duke of Edinburgh and the Queen, and former Commander-in-Chief of the British Atomic Strike Force. He worked for an engineering company, ML Holdings. The men at "the Clinic" learned that Sir Peter was to drive from London to Plymouth for a board meeting on November 11, 1986. His route would inevitably take him past Marman in the opposite direction along the A303. "The Clinic" therefore entered Horsley's garage during the night of November 10-11, and installed a parasitic braking system, hidden in such a way that it could not be detected at first glance. The braking system was radio-controlled so that it could be triggered remotely, without the driver's control. The killers had previously tested the reliability of this technique with cars of various models. Two members of the Clinic therefore followed Horsley, while remaining in communication with a second Clinic team, which was following Marman. When Marman's Citroën and Horsley's BMW were about to meet along the A303, the parasitic braking system was triggered. Sir Horsley suddenly lost control of his vehicle, which collided head-on with Marman's car. The collision killed Marman instantly and seriously injured Sir Horsley. Initially suspected of reckless driving, Sir Horsley fortunately had a witness following him. This witness testified to seeing a puff of smoke coming out of the back of Horsley's car just before he lost control. The local coroner's inquest found no further evidence. The Clinic's parasitic braking system had been secretly removed, after the accident, while the BMW was in police impound. It was the Feather Men who finally learned how Marman's assassination had been organized by capturing the Clinic's chief, who recounted how it had been done. In his autobiography, "Sounds From Another Room", Sir Horsley recounted that he was driving at around 100 km/h when the car began to react strangely. He saw a gray Volvo closing fast behind him and, as he was about to let it pass, his BMW abruptly turned left, brakes screeching, then abruptly right and left again.

Precedents around the British royal family

It's eerily similar to what happened to the Mercedes carrying Lady Di before she crashed into the pillar of the Pont de l'Alma in Paris. The "Boston Brakes" technique was used to eliminate Diana's former lover, Barry Mannakee. Barry Mannakee was a police officer who had been assigned as Lady Diana's chauffeur in 1985. Rumors of an intimate relationship between them had circulated. Mannakee was transferred in 1986. He was eliminated in a suspicious motorcycle "accident" in 1987, just as he was about to reveal information about the Royal Family. Camilla Parker Bowles, Prince Charles' mistress before becoming his wife, was also the victim of a "warning" shortly before Lady Di's death. She was injured in a car accident in June 1997 on her way to join the Prince at Highgrove, Gloucestershire. Mrs Parker-Bowles, 49 at the time, was driving her car when it collided head-on with another car driven by a lone woman. The other driver suffered minor injuries. Both drivers tested negative for alcohol. That day, Mrs. Bowles suffered a severe blow to the head, which was supposed to make her more "reasonable" to stay away from Prince Charles. Not being sufficiently "aristocratic" to be a princess, Camilla's persistent relationship with Charles displeased the Queen. But beyond this, the prospect of Prince Charles divorcing Lady Di and marrying Mrs. Parker-Bowles had triggered a crisis in both the Anglican Church and royalty. According to Tony Wright, parliamentary assistant to the Lord Chancellor at the time, the constitutional reform entailed by this event, seemingly insignificant in our time, resembled the crisis caused by Henry VIII's divorce in the 16th century. At the time, dozens of people, including two of the King's wives, were executed because of the turmoil surrounding the affair.

Elimination decided at the highest level Former members of the SAS and bodyguards of the British Crown claim that the circumstances surrounding Diana's death have all the hallmarks of an assassination by security services. Since the tragic accident in 1997, a number of anomalies have raised questions. According to the authors of the book "Princess Diana: The Evidence", Jon King and John Beveridge, Diana's seatbelt was found in a retracted position, thus unusable at the time of the accident, as if it had been intentionally sabotaged. The French and British authorities have been criticized for their handling of the investigation into Diana's death. The investigation was, to say the least, astonishingly flawed when it came to gathering crucial evidence. Car wreckage, brake marks and other physical evidence were deliberately overlooked or inadequately examined. Not only were there gaps in evidence gathering that compromised the investigation, but crucial witness testimony, technical data on the accident scene or expert conclusions were deliberately ignored. The precise and detailed reconstruction of the events leading up to the accident was obviously censored by Paris and London, on Washington's orders. Political pressure from London also directly hindered the investigation and skewed its conclusions. For example, the true identities of certain paparazzi were not disclosed. Paparazzo James Andanson, who was suspected of having taken part in the attack on Lady Di at the wheel of his mysterious white Fiat Uno, was found dead with a hole in his head in Millau, southern France, in 2000. The man boasted to friends that he had "explosive" photos of Lady Di's death. The photos were kept in a safe. James Andanson's death was ruled a suicide… The Metropolitan Police also killed Lady Di's letter to her former butler, Paul Burrel. "I believe my husband has planned an attack in which I will die of a head injury, following a car accident." Communications between Diana, Prince Charles and Prince Philip have never been revealed. The embalming of Lady Di's body, for example, was carried out without legal authorization and was ordered by a high-ranking British diplomat stationed at the British Embassy in Paris, on the very night of the accident. This multiple interference with legal procedures points to intervention at the highest level by Paris, London and Washington. The blood samples supposedly taken from Diana's chauffeur, Henri Paul, were false. Henri Paul's spurious blood sample - on which the inquest verdict was ultimately based - was taken from a vial labelled "unknown male" and contained such excessive levels of carbon monoxide that six of the world's most eminent forensic scientists have sworn that it could not have belonged to Henri Paul.

Jon King and John Beveridge's book backs up the claims of French journalist Chris Lafaille, who, in his documentary "Diana, the never-published investigation", already doubted the official version, as did former MI6 agent Richard Tomlinson. At the highest levels of the British state, the French state and the American state, they wanted to get rid of Diana Spencer. Although there is still no concrete evidence, or direct testimony, Lady Diana was under particular surveillance by MI6 long before she was eliminated. Lady Diana was pregnant by Dr Hasnat Khan, her lover of many years. The clinic of her doctor, Dr. George Pinker, where she had gone to consult before leaving for France when she was eight months pregnant, had been broken into. Dr. Pinker's work computer, in his Harley Street office, had disappeared… But the geopolitical context of the investigation, in addition to the "anomalies" of the official inquiry, raises questions not only about the role of Queen Elizabeth and the British government, but of the French DGSE, the CIA and the Bush-Cheney clan in the elimination of the princess. The cause of Diana's death lies in the fact that, in Angola, she had denounced the use of landmines and the Western arms business on the dark continent. Conflicts in Africa are fuelled by a murky business: oil and "dirty" diamonds in exchange for the Western weapons that equip rival clans. The business of arms supplied by the Western powers -USA, UK, France- in exchange for oil and African diamonds was threatened by Lady Diana's media indignation. The princess denounced this business and was compiling a dossier containing the names of high-level British politicians and businessmen involved in these criminal activities. Jon King and John Beveridge received information from members of the services that Lady Diana's media gesticulations were putting her "in danger." So it was Lady Diana's activism in Africa, rather than her exotic love affairs, that motivated her execution. Today, Russia has consolidated its position as the leading arms supplier to sub-Saharan Africa. Russia has regained its position as the leading arms seller in Africa, surpassing China, according to a report by the Stockholm International Peace Research Institute (Sipri). Angola, Nigeria and Mali are still the main buyers, and their children the victims, of this infamous trade. Lady Di is no longer here to denounce it. https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B07BR6V6D9

#central intelligence agency #geopolitics #uk #mi6 #lady diana

[nijjhar]

Punjabi - Imran Khan Niazi Sahib Letter killeth spirit giveth life; LATT... Punjabi - Imran Khan Niazi Sahib Letter killeth spirit giveth life; LATTON KAE BHOOT BATTON SAE NAHI MANTTAE. https://youtu.be/Q6NO0RlmOR8 YOU WILL HARDLY FIND A CLEAN-HEARTED PATHAN THAN THE CRICKETER IMRAN KHAN NIAZI PATHAN. Let our Jatts join hands with Pathans to sort out these Sheikh Khatri Lalas. Kalyug belongs to the people of the Khatri tribe. Here is a video on these Satanic Khatris. There are the least number of good Khatris among them but Jatt and Pathan lead in their goodness. The Khatris have exploited us the agriculturist tribes or the village people most. This is the end time and Atomic War is around the Corner. Punjabi - Beware of the most Satanic Khatri, Emperors of Darkness misleading people the most -1. https://youtu.be/XPdYka2fC8c Beware of these Super Donkey family men Malaish Khalsa of Munnmukh Lala Madho Dass Bairagi, a Sodhi Khatri greedy person of the order of Lala Prithvi Chand Sodhi Khatri, Elder brother of Gurmukh Lala Arjan Dev Ji, The Fifth Satguru = Christ who also organised the torture of Satguru Arjan Dev Ji in collaboration with Sodhi Khatri Chandu. When the last Sixth Satguru Tegh Bahadur Ji was to appear in Baba Bakallae, then these Sodhi Khatri set up 22 shops to fleece the devotees. Further, the one who led the attack on Sachae Patshah Gobind Singh Ji at Anandpur Sahib, he too was a Khwaja Khatri. Lahore Khatris started killing of those especially Jatts who were Preaching the Gospel delivered by the second coming of Satguru Jesus. They supported the Islam of Mullahs and became Mullahs in the Mosques to enforce the Shariah Laws whereas the Islam of Allah, NOOR, is Shariah-Free. Such Mullahs killed my Elder Brother Royal Shah Shams Tabrizi who came to deliver the Taproots of the Quran verses called Alhaam or Oral Torah = Baani = His Word. These Mullahs hated His Word that promotes righteousness but did Satanic works that the Last Light on earth Sachae Patshah Gobind Singh Ji had to organise a philanthropic Army of Khalsas to establish the righteousness. The Khalsas were not to establish a secular kingdom as this Lala Banda Bahadur, a Munnmukh Sodhi Khatri tried to establish and was punished by the secular Mughal Emperor Aurangzeb whereas the True Tatt Khalsas were establishing the rule of righteousness. One of the Nowabs offered them the kingdom of Kapurthalla, which they refused and a secular man looking after their horses was asked to take that offer. The Khatris have never ended their Satanic activities and today's demand of Khalistan is very much supported by such Khatris. This Bhai Kahn Singh Nabha who proclaimed that we are not Hindus is utter nonsense. Hindu is the First Panth or Samaj without which you cannot be a Sikh of the second Panth and a Khalsa of the Third Panth or a Nirmalla Sant of the Fourth Panth. The Khatris have twisted the Gospel Truth so much that people do not know whether Nanak was a Satguru = Christ or a Brahmin moral teacher a Guru. So, today to find a Sikh is very very hard. Khari Beerrs forbidden by Satguru Arjan Dev Ji has become popular. Nobody wants to know the TRUE BIRR of Bhai Banno Ji. For the sake of greed, these Khatris have twisted almost all the holy books. But the Gospel is incorruptibly received through logical reasoning and, therefore, it is incorruptible DHUR KI BANI.     Further, Sikhism is the “EXTENSION” of Christianity. 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2. The Hot Dog Corps

I've always thought this was one of many Astro Boy stories that would lend itself very well to a more serious and adult remake, (a la Pluto) but this one with a distinct horror vibe. You know. On account of the body horror.

Atom (smiling serenely): wow Mr. Tezuka you're getting really angry can we change the subject

Anyway obviously he makes a good point here. Could talk for a while about cultural double standards especially when animals like dogs and cats are involved. But like, this is an explicitly sympathetic story to the dog and animal testing is a thing we do. So I feel like it should have been allowed to show but I do understand different countries have different standards surrounding what is deemed "appropriate" for children to think about and see. America's just very strange in general to be honest.

Wow that's awesome Mr Ban. I do not want to dog sit for you ever btw.

First really funny gag so far imo. You go Kenichi have a dog treat.

Okay this is interesting to me and probably no one else. Tezuka put little gags in like this if he thought it was getting too serious, which is fine and normal - but it's been less than a page since the last gag. People say we have short attention spans now (and we do) but entertainment has basically always vied for your attention and had to constantly jump around and dance and say LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! DON'T LOOK AWAY!

anyway I love you hyoutan-tsugi don't listen to him

Ban confirmed in debt (joking. or am i)

normal way to act yeah. Fuck up this guy's car and probably kill him with fire and then drown him and also steal his dog and be like. Tee hee hee... stupid idiot... hee hee...

Smiling his angelic little smile like "Did you break the law and endanger others mister teacher?"

God hes just so cute. There's gonna be a lot of "ohhhhhhg my god.... ghgh,h,..... oghgh h look a him...." probably. but ohghghghggggg g loook at hi

Excellent use of class time man

Now's probably a great time to mention you'll notice a heavy focus on like school and child development and stuff in my analysis - I'm a student teacher in Elementary! So I think about this kind of thing a lot and it sticks out to me as a result. Anyway.

Great gag. There's some good ones in this story.

Okay because I'm reading it physically but using an online version for images, most online versions stop abruptly right around here so I don't have good pictures. I'm sorry in advance for the wonky pictures I took.

Idk grand duchess it kind of seems like your fault because you decided to kidnap dogs instead of just having someone train them for you at your bigass winter palace or whatever the hell.

I love how evil things are here. You just dont get cartoonishly evil villains nowadays (because I don't watch kids TV all that much I suppose. But also there's a general trend toward movies and shows without cartoonishly evil villains that I've noticed which is interesting. Suits reality a little better since most people won't be like YOU SEE! I'VE DONE IT SO I CAN KILL AND MURDER! MUAHAHAHA! when you ask them about their motivations in doing something.)

HOLY SHIT THERE WERE PEOPLE IN THE SHIP THEY BLEW UP I get that this is the point but I don't think I ever noticed that before lmao.

Oh hes so cute.....

This is strange as their minds are dog minds and therefore they probably shouldn't have robotic movements. A keen observer like Atom should be able to recognize that they're not all that organized when compared with robotic timing.

"Aren't supposed to be able to" just indicates to me that it's a limitation imposed by creators to align themselves with the laws of robotics and avoid getting in trouble, which I would think would also mean people could make robots that can kill and there's really no reason they wouldn't be able to do that. That said it would be very strange for the story if robots really could be used as weapons as easily as they can in real life. But unless you categorize a machine and a robot differently based on their AI and self determination, I would think it is easier for a robot to kill humans as they don't have to take it into account at all if they aren't programmed to.

That said, in the world of Astro Boy, the laws of robotics are absolute and people do not really break them. They just do an insane workaround loophole like. I dunno. Putting dog brains and nervous systems into robot bodies. Shit like that. I suppose if they were laws that could be broken, that would be really interesting though. It would be like something the United Nations has agreed on so a country caught doing something against it would be refused trade and that kind of thing. So they'd have to be sneaky.

I'm getting off topic.

Okay so there are human workers in the fortress, but all the guard members are cyborgs.

(Annoying guy voice) BUT I THOUGHT HE ONLY LISTENED TO BAN!!!!!!

strong contender for funniest panel so far

REALLY good way to show 2 days have passed this is awesome

To be honest it makes sense to me that a traumatic surgery and event like having your nervous system and brain stripped out and put into a new shape and new environment and shit would make you forget most things. Really sad.

actually devastating im not kidding

Ok yea sure. Literally why though. Atom you do it because you're the main character I guess. This is where I really appreciate Pluto's realism in that Atom is used more as a figurehead and symbol of peace than like. a functionally useful substitute for specialized jobs.

Then again because he's recalling where it was in the next panels, it's possible this is more a result of not having functional and immediate satellite imaging at the time this comic was being written, so you would need someone who knew where they were going to lead you there.

This would indicate to me that there is a temperature Atom's circuitry is not able to function at due to it being too low, but Space is colder than this so I think that is not the case (or we can say it's not the case that space is cold in this universe). Anyway it's slightly less horrifying than him potentially being trapped in ice and aware of the passage of time and fully cognizant so I do see why Tezuka did this.

Also he's shapes.

(The rest of this post will be continued in a reblog as you can only have 30 images per post)

#astro boy #mighty atom #tetsuwan atom #completely forgot how LONG hot dog corps is god DAMN that is a long story #i thought it was gonna be a 1 sitting run through but it really was not #I should have split this up by the sub chapters. Oh well!