My Boyfriend Who Sees All of Time Simultaneously : We have 1429 days before your tragic premature death. You will betray my trust three times before that happens, but I forgive you.
Any story claiming to be a deconstruction of fairy tales but has nothing to offer except new types of violence, more explicit sex, and a general attitude of “lol happy endings aren’t real” is like. such a cultural waste of time tbh
know what actually is a good deconstruction of a fairy tale? Shrek. It fucks up just about everything in a normal fairy tale and still manages to have a happy ending with a good message and never once has to be ‘gritty’ or ‘dark’. It’s actually really well done.
And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.
Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.
That shouldn’t have given me as many feels as it did…
Have I reblogged this yet? Don’t care, enjoy space pirate Captain Jack Sparrow!
jack probably spurred the invention of solar sails via offhand drunken coment like… “too bad you cant just sail on the winds like the old days” to a scientist studying solar wind
[ID: Digital drawing of Taako. Taako is a slim, pale elf with blond hair. He’s wearing a collared white shirt under a long, purple cardigan, tied in place by a red sash. He’s also wearing a dark skirt, tights, and dark boots, as well as a pointed purple hat. Taako is turned to the left and sitting. His arms are folded against his chest, and his legs are bent loosely. He appears to be leaning against something. His expression is sad; his brows are furrowed, and he looks down at nothing. He’s backlit by warm light. /ID]
what are these guys? we got checkers, check, and- and card games… this- ffffffucking Homestuck. I’m so fucking tired. like i know homestuck includes many things but- i also know toby fox. i know this motherfucker will put fucking homestuck references everywhere he goes.
[later] [dialogue] [bucket appears] [silence]
i-
I’m sorRY? is tha- i-
i- i would love to continue the game, but- toby…. toby, is that- is that a BUCKET? with a SPADE ON IT?? excuse me??
excuse me? EXCUSE ME?!?
*sobbing*
why did you do this to me- whydyouthistome
people talk about human brain-monkey brain-
there’s my HOMESTUCK BRAIN that just- keeps getting poked at by fuckingTOE-BEE FOX? and his stupid-ass fucking HOMESTUCK REFERENCES?
i think im a free man- you know, you wake up, you think youre a free man, you think your life can carry on just the right way- and then you play fucking…. this fucking g a m e
and you’re reminded that you will never. EVER be free.
“You want to know what this was really all about?” Ehrlichman asked, referring to the war on drugs.
“The Nixon campaign in 1968, and the Nixon White House after that, had two enemies: the antiwar left and black people. You understand what I’m saying? We knew we couldn’t make it illegal to be either against the war or black, but by getting the public to associate the hippies with marijuana and blacks with heroin, and then criminalizing both heavily, we could disrupt those communities. We could arrest their leaders, raid their homes, break up their meetings, and vilify them night after night on the evening news.”
“Did we know we were lying about the drugs? Of course we did”
It’s not actually known if lemons were made by humans or if they were just natural hybrids of citrons and sour oranges. Apparently it’s super common for citrons to fertilize basically anything they’re near.
great now we gotta kinkshame the fruit
Everything about this post is going in so many directions at once
lime/lemon fic classifications had a basis in reality
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
