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[mychemicalrachel]

Guys.

Guys.

I gotta tell y'all something really important.

I woke her up from a nap 🥺

[speedygal]

What an eternity with Q would be like for Picard?

A eternity Q, for Picard, as a Q, imo, would be . . . Well, let's say Picard develops entire civilizations for Q to torment when he comes over to his playground. His cosmic playground at least. Picard sits back and reads books that his civilization makes until Q intervenes in one that he isn't supposed to (or not, if he sees Q's appearance benefits their development).

They're petty towards one another in terms of their toys, Picard brings chaos and requests for a civil debate that causes Q's toys to reconsider their position carefully in light of everything and learn something as they become enlightened, Q is in awe of Picard's self control and complains that he didn't get the reaction that he wanted, Picard says, "Good." Q realizes that he got under Picard's nerves when meddling in that one civilization ago and smiles.

Q shows Picard the mysteries of space, the things that are unexplained, the things that he made or the things that people made by him on strange worlds made, how fascinating they are, how beautiful, impressive, and--They enjoy each other's company. Some cup of sweet tea and a cup of coffee, enjoying the weather at historic land marks, all with Number One by Picard's side, there are times that a disaster happens in the background RUMBLING LOUDLY, causing their plates to shake, Number One to BARK and FREEZE the disaster and cause for one hell of a massive panic and confusion. Neither of them is at fault for the disaster and both of them are annoyed so Picard finds time, places, areas, that don't have these incidents so they can drink together in peace.

Picard brings up the prime directive rhetoric whenever they come across a civilization that has captured them by accident and Q keeps demanding that Picard let him destroy them and Picard goes "No." They can sense the entire ship is scared, frightened, skeptical of their story so Picard has Q be Q and make a mission for the ship to turn their attention on to that requires the very room they're using. Cue Prime Directive Rhetoric being played once it;s revealed to be the first ship of a civilization that reached warp and has someone trying to kill everyone. The rhetoric gets them freed. Q gets their captors into misfortune and Picard makes sure they get on a path to the nearest help before leaving. WIN-WIN.

Q makes a eternity wildly entertaining when bored and Picard, well, he sees everything as beautiful. He's young in the heart, in the soul, in the mind, in the very being--he's NEW.

Q brings Picard with him to different worlds after his partner has been reading a little too much books to his content so they meddle with civilizations, make arch nemesis of said civilizations, dash through the snow, sometimes they live human lives after pushing the continuum's buttons -- memories in tact -- and experience exciting, spicy, unique, questionable lives that Picard enjoys because. DEBATES. Among Picard observing Q testing civilizations or annoying them. Q thinks he hears Picard's laughter, that alarms him, sometimes but he dismisses it. Picard gets a good laugh at Q when he's being harmless when running around dressed as the Riddler and being the Riddler in THOSE moments that Q hears him laugh. Normally, that happens when he's pretending to be a psychic that knows when and where a disaster orchestrated by aliens is set to go. Picard bets that he can't do the devil well so Q takes him up to it and a deal is a deal and he ends up human. That Librarians episode, The Infernal Contract, John De Lancie was in it.

Once, Q sees Picard debate someone holding him captive until the captor died of a aneurysm, because they kept going in circles, with a natural disaster outside, because it was at the end of that life and they were due to return to the continuum. In the end, the continuum made them come back for a reason that Picard's toy made trying to avoid death. Q complains, calling Picard's preferred method of dealing with a captor, "The Picard debating method". It's a fair logical debate for Picard but not for their captor. Picard doesn't argue, he agrees with the name however unfortunate the demise is.

Picard and Q opt to go on some adventures, their favorite one are the archeological genre like Indiana Jones and the Mummy. Oh, and investigative ones. As humans. At least. Just so they can have some fun. Picard enjoys the advantage of not having to use the holodeck that nobody can access, not be picked up, not be scanned, only Q and Picard and the Q continuum can peer at the various roleplaying that they do. The Q continuum gets annoyed whenever they show up on camels in the continuum (for some civil war or issue that concerns everyone) or in a old fashioned car on a speed chase crashing through several Q if they were yanked out of a adventure with Number One in the backseat or on one of their laps.

I think? Picard spends it having fun with Q.

And enjoys EVERY SINGLE MINUTE OF IT.

[ourplaceinthecosmosphff]

Introducing: the Royal Family of Savoy

[queen-of-nerds1026]

Every little kids dream is to be a famous person, well maybe I’m getting old because the last thing I want, is more publicity. That whole ‘big screen’ stuff was more for Kai, Jay, and Cole.

After the destruction of the Cursed Realm, people of Ninjago blew up, begging for more Ninja. Dareth somehow became a stage manager and booked us for commercials, TV shows, photo shoots, and the FSM only knows what else. After about two weeks, I decided to use my time better and continue my Sensei training.

I’d actually began training about three years ago, after the first defeat of the Overlord, but after Zane’s death, Chen’s tournament, my father’s banishment, and Lloyd/Morro’s possession, I was in ninja mode. But now that Lloyd has our father’s robes and has decided join in Sensei training with me, I can easily go from Lilith the Ninja to Lilith the Sensei.

The others were old doing who knows what for Dareth while I stayed back on the Bounty, trying to get in tune with my meditation. I still couldn’t see through Spirit Smoke as well as my uncle Wu, but I was getting better at clearing my mind, controlling my powers, and training Lloyd.

“Sis? You in there?” Speaking of Lloyd.

“Come in.” I called out from my door, opening my eyes and standing up.

Lloyd pushed the door open and stepped into my room. I couldn’t help but smile proudly. He’d grown up so much. His pale blonde hair was swept to the right, his bangs falling over the ruby red eyes he inherited from our father. He was wearing his black, green, and gold Airjiztu suit instead of his Sensei robe. He was holding his hands behind his back. They were either cupped or he was hiding something.

“Were you meditating?” He asked, closing the door “You aren’t in your robe.”

I looked over to the black robe that hung from the closet door. It was my fathers old kimono robe. He’d given’ it to me years ago. I made slight alterations to fix it into a more formal Sensei kimono. But he was right. I was in my Airjitzu gi. Sharing the black layover and dragon symbol with Lloyd but having violet and silver accents instead.

“Was only meditating, didn’t feel like changing.” I admitted with a shrug. “Anyway, what can I help you with.”

“Well first, sit down.”

I sat on my bed like he asked and watched as he sat next to me. He set a little brown box in his lap. I raised my eyebrow at him. He tried not to smile but I saw his face twitching.

“Has it been weird without your scarf?”

As he said that, I instantly raised my hand to my collar bone. My scarf wasn’t there. Back in my grandfather’s tomb, Morro yanked it off and in the process, shredded it. Jay gave it to me when we got back on the Bounty, I just never had a chance to fix it. Truthfully, it was so ripped, I doubted it could be fixed.

I shrugged, “I guess, yeah. I’d forgot how cold the wind is on my neck.”

He laughed and tapped the box. “Well then, I think I can help with that. Here, I have a present for you.”

I felt like a kid on my birthday when opening the box, even though I’m a twenty-one year old woman training to be an Elemental Master Sensei. When I opened it, I gasped quietly. Inside… was a neatly folded violet scarf.

“Lloyd… you-?”

“Yep.” He held up a few of his bandaged fingers to prove it. “Check it out”

I pulled out the thin piece of cloth and wrapped it around my neck, resting the ends on my back. I held it tightly, allowing it to warm my fingers. Lloyd started to laugh. “It’s nice, huh? Check out the inside.”

Instead of just loosening it, I slipped it off and flipped it to look at the middle. Something was stitched in silver. My name, Lilith, in a close replica of Lloyd’s handwriting.

“Sorry if the name turned out bad,” He huffed, bouncing against the springs in my bed “sewing in names is difficult.” 

“It’s perfect.” I promised him, tying it back around my neck so my neck rested against my gi collar.

He nudged me. “I always knew your sewing teachings would come in handy one day.”

We laughed and I ruffled up his hair, knocking the clean sweep across his forehead. Lloyd groaned but kept a smile on his face. 

“Thank you, Lloyd. It’s perfect. I didn’t think it was fixable.”

“Well of course, that’s what family is for.”

I nodded with a smile, “You’re right. I’m glad we’re family, Lloyd. I don’t know the kind of person I would’ve become if you weren’t here.

“I know where I would be,” He made a choking sound and slid his index and middle fingers across his throat to indicate death.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him over. Instead of landing on the bed, he threw himself over until he rolled off the foot of my bed. He dramatically grasped his chest. “How could you! I’m wounded!”

“C’mon short stuff,” I laughed offering him my hand “I’ll take you out for ice cream to make it better.”

He didn’t even grab my hand. He launched himself off the floor and skipped out the door. “Let’s go! Last one to make their dragon loses!”

“You’re on, kid!” I yelled, laughing and running after him.

[spicydrops]

read the final funbun heat fic chapter. (What a sentence.) I’m not even the biggest funbunner (was looking through the sub Jax tag originally lmao) but HOT DAMN. supreme. I am a whore for a man getting so desperate and needy that he cries like holy shit. and the begging? and the “don’t make me beg”….. I know where you got that from 🔍 . beautiful work. I would eat up funbun stuff like that anyyyy time lemmetellyou. god it is deeply tempting to me to write about the same general concept but x reader….. where reader isn’t exactly suave but can kinda put Jax in his place when he gets a bit bratty/irritating but also able to be a bit more genuinely supportive like pomni.

But yes it was very very good. Getting into Jax’s head was fun, and seeing him being pathetic and vulnerable was veryyy fun. I genuinely admire the handle you have on his character soooo much. Balancing between his softer side and harder edges isn’t always the easiest, but you really pull it off! All the dialogue just feels very him. bless you spicydrops. also a new tadc soon woo!!!

I AM TWIRLING MY HAIR AND KICKING MY FEET (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

i cant believe I managed to pull a not-big-on-funbun reader!! EEHEHEHEE I'M GIDDY GIDDYYY—thank you so so so much for coming into my inbox and telling me all these! jax man he's going through it, backed up by episode 6 and WILD WILD STUFF OMYGOD

and teehee you noticed the "dont make me beg" (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) yeah i passed by it on tiktok again the other day and was like "i should add that" SO FITTING

AND OH MY GOD? INSPIRING AN X READER FIC??? YES!!! I THOROUGHLY SUPPORT!! feel free to link btw, i'd totally read it heheheehh

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON! and with the new episode, i think i can safely say that i totally would have it done a lilll differently on his character like omg . frririiiiccckckkkk everything's so insane rn i love funnybunny I'M going insane haha

so happy w this ask u have no idea

[bre4yd]

Tis I! Bread! wahahahah!

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I draw things when i can. I try to post atleast a drawing atleast once a month.

I draw whatever motivates me. Currently, its:

hermitcraft

the life series

anything fantasy with magic and stuff

Slice of life

angst

cute stuff

fluffies!! (the cute furry arts)

But thats not all I draw, so if you follow me for the minecraft fanart and i dont post it in a while I am sorry it means I am hyperfixated on something else or I am busy (Its either or both idk). Or its freaking artblock

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#bre4yd art -> my art

#bre4d talks -> text posts

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[ourceliumnetwork]

I have a few minutes and some thoughts and i might as well put them out into the universe and see where it gets me

I'm relearning how to be a people, which i think i've said already on here. It's still true, btw.

Actually I'm relearning how to be several people but that's a conversation for another time perhaps.

I've found comfort in a lack of definition. Much like my over-sized sweatshirt, I like not needing to be perceived on a metaphysical level as much as I enjoy not being perceived on a physical level.

[img ID: a gif of Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride saying "Let me explain... No, there is too much. Let me sum up"]

I lived by labels for a very long time. I also wore clothes that fit tight to my skin, exposed a lot of my skin for comfort reasons as well as desire reasons. I liked being seen because I felt invisible. I liked being placed into a box because I didn't feel like I belonged anywhere. I wanted people to look at me and think I was the most fuckable in the supermarket (despite being under 18 for a large portion of the time i was doing this).

This conflicted with my self image a lot. Despite being a perfectly fine weight and shape my whole life, I was convinced very early on (when i was at my smallest even) that i was unattractive because i was too heavy. This is something I am still unpacking and I have a lot of thoughts and feelings on the subject of my body in this regard. This is not the time for that.

I wanted to be Shaped. I wanted to Exist Specifically. As in I wanted to be something specific so that I could point to it for people and go "here! this is me! this is what i am! please see me!" I tried on many boxes - sometimes they were ones that fit me, sometimes they were ones i tried to fit myself into. Some worked. Some didn't. Some have stuck around and I keep for nostalgia's sake. Some I still wear from time to time as it suits me, or as I need to.

But life isn't box-shaped. It's not neat and tidy, there is no clear delineation between colors. How do you know which is green-yellow and which is yellow-green - when does one become the other exactly? Point to it on the gradient, please.

(I can use that analogy because I can see more colors than most according to online tests and I can't find the point of change) (jokes but also)

The fact that I am not just me but many factors into these feelings, of course. I have a nebulous grasp of gender on the best days - whose gender, is it accurate? are we feeling it now Mr. Krabbs? What does it mean to feel like a man, like a woman, like a girl, like a boy, like something outside of that, like none of the above, anyway? Why does it matter?

Am I autistic? ADHD? Struggling with C-PTSD from my childhood trauma? Depressed? Anxious? Are they symptoms or are they diagnoses? Does Bruno Mars is gay?

Why does it matter?

I mean for me specifically, for other people your answers might vary. And in some cases maybe I need the labels still - for accommodation, for pointing to what is going on with me so I can work on it and fix it, for existing in the world outside of the apartment, for dealing with family or friends who i'm not that close to yet.

But why do I need them? I'm not using them outside of those cases - perhaps having a set that fits best would help in a couple of those scenarios but which ones? and why? and fitting best only goes so far - what if i've picked inaccurately and it still chafes? Do I go to a cobbler to fix my shoes i got from walmart? No, I just wear them until they're shaped around my foot or i give them away and say "maybe not for me". With a little time and sitting in the zone maybe i'll make the box fit me, reworking the definitions and shoving the parts i don't care for out of the way.

Am I bisexual? Pan? does it matter? I like everyone regardless. I prefer one flag over the other because I like the colors better. Am I aromantic? Maybe! How about a good vague label - they've got lots thankfully. So do the Aces because how can I tell something that no one will explain in detail what i'm supposed to "just know" according to them. I can't "just know" anything - that's not actually how my brain works.

If you can't describe it, I can't tell you whether or not I feel it because lord help me if I can know how I feel about anything.

What is anger if not sadness made fire? What is grief if not love without a home? What is gender if not a box I need to settle into and see if it fits around me, like a cheap sneaker?

Maybe much like the rest of my wardrobe, most of these boxes are second-hand, given to me by others that I've made my own because I didn't know where to find my own. And perhaps the right boxes are out there somewhere, or maybe I'll just finally pull out my sewing machine and start making my own clothes and my own boxes to fit into.

I contain multitudes and perhaps I'm not meant for any single box. perhaps i am meant for many. Perhaps I am meant for none. who can say.

Anyway I'm trying on They/Them pronouns. Feels like it'll fit better maybe.

[rachread-books]

My Second Quarter Book Reading Update for 2022!

These all the books I read from April until June 2022.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

People We Meet On Vacation

Spy x Family Volume 1

It’s in His Kiss

The ABC Murders

Addicted to You

Ricochet

Red, White and Royal Blue

read more (i talked more here)