Intro post:
Hii, I'm Atlas.
I use any pronouns.
• Otherkin • Selfshipper • Objectum • Pronouns.cc
If you know me irl, no you don't (unless you can be chill abt it... then maybe.)
BYI under cut:

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
official daine visual archive
The Bowery Presents
hello vonnie
Xuebing Du

@theartofmadeline
YOU ARE THE REASON

#extradirty
occasionally subtle
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
RMH
Keni
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

blake kathryn
The Stonewall Inn
trying on a metaphor
Noah Kahan
cherry valley forever
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if i look back, i am lost
seen from T1
seen from Vietnam
seen from France

seen from T1
seen from Bangladesh

seen from Australia

seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Jordan
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Chile
seen from United States

seen from United States

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@just--a--random--human--being
Intro post:
Hii, I'm Atlas.
I use any pronouns.
• Otherkin • Selfshipper • Objectum • Pronouns.cc
If you know me irl, no you don't (unless you can be chill abt it... then maybe.)
BYI under cut:
Don't let anyone tell you that seeing someone like you on television isn't important.
god cursed me into seeing this image so im making it everyone elses problem
I love the “captain’s log” mechanism in Star Trek as a method for time skips and exposition.
I am, however, devastated that we never got an episode where any captain’s voiceover is strained and slow. very precise about the events they’re describing. While the screen itself is showing the most batshit insane events and making it clear that the captain is trying VERY HARD to keep everyone involved out of a court martial.
Shoutout to my favorite genre of TOS episode:
it’s so embarrassing to watch tos for the first time and be like, whoa !! 👀spock and kirk❓is anyone else kinda getting 😏some vibes 😳 as if they aren’t the founding fathers. as if they didn’t build the yaoi dimension with their bare hands. as if the current cathedrals we call home aren’t predicated upon their humble shadow puppets on the walls of plato’s fucking cave, and as if our ancestors were fools to fall for those puppets instead of geniuses, innovators, and prophets ????
can my job be star trek. im great at star trek
This gotta be the funniest Enterprise-Klingon exchange ever:
Star Trek is crazy you’ll look away for two seconds and then Kirk is suddenly shirtless in a harness and a shock collar
Me at least twice a week
I love you, George Takei.
women were not banging out spirk fanfiction in the 60s for you to be AI generating your fic
i love being insane about the master. there's like 5 other people here and i know them all
I want to learn more exclamations that aren’t strictly just religious stuff. “Jesus Christ” this, “oh my god” that, nah I want something fresh.
What are some of y’all’s favorite exclamations that aren’t about god?
first submission and we're already off to a fantastic start. absolutely love this one thank you
ok its time for the challenge round now we want nominations that arent about sex either actually
had a friend who used to make new ones up on the spot. The only one that stuck with me was 'good golly jelly beans'. If something catastrophic happens I go for 'that's not ideal.'
@chekhovs-tantrum
Absolutely not letting you leave these in the tags.
the levels of depth you need to be in 2026-specific online culture to write this...psychotic. also i barely knew who verity and mob were before doing minor research (tagging this post) and realizing people ship them. do i need to watch the arg?
add me to your discord server so I can do the online equivalent of arriving at a party saying hi to the people I know then standing awkwardly in the corner for the rest of the night
The fae smiled, sharply: “Give me your name, child.”
“Uhhhhh. Stick.”
“What.”
“Does Leaf work better? I’m just kinda looking around this clearing. Look, I’m trans, I haven’t decided on one yet, I’m throwing some spaghetti at the wall, you know how it is.”
Fae are born with features sharp and narrow, yet this one seems to soften as Moss looks at it. Its grin— sharp, teeth gleaming, its eyes— cutting, searching, the jut and pull of its jaw enough to scratch glass. It does not blink. Branch does not blink. It softens.
“I said, give me your name, child.”
“I still haven’t picked one,” Grass defends, even now still hoping for a way out of a faeries deal.
“No. But your parents did. Give me your name, child, and it shall no longer be yours. The entity of your name shall no longer exist, and you will be free for whichever name you choose— Leaf, or Stick, or Lichen.”
“…oh.” says Petal, and in the next moment a name falls from their lips. It is not their name. It never has been. The fae is sharp and cutting and witty, that moment of softness an imagined slight.
“Very well, child. Be warned of mushroom circles, should you lose your name again.”
“Okay,” Mushroom smiles, and the Fae pulls itself away from their reality in a swirl of feathers and silk.
When they go home for the first time in two months, their mother frets over them in a way she had not since they were a child, and she calls them by no name at all.
Goddamn. This is my favorite version of ‘faeries take your name’, that’s it, we can all go home now.