#dumbthink

[crimsonfive-archive]

“show me something i won't see anywhere else in the world.” for jd || @dumbthink asked

when nadine said this, i knew exactly what i wanted to say. but, i don't know how to prove it to them. though, out of everyone i've ever met, i know they're the ones who would believe me, the most. i take a deep breath, and grab their hands.

❝ alright. i dunno how this is gonna work, but. promise me you won't judge me? ❞

god, i hope this works. i hope this is how their powers work? i know they said they had special powers, but-----

-----i take another breath, and close my eyes.

oh, what's this? you finally managed to hold down a relationship, 'ey dorkian?

j.d.'s eyes shoot open at that; turning toward where the janitor is leaned up against the wall, in that Judgmental Pose he always does. ❝ alright, nadine, look towards that wall over there and tell me---can you see this tall, gray-haired annoying guy in janitor coveralls? ❞

annoying? that's an understatement.

j.d. looks over expectantly, hoping to the beautiful, gorgeous god up there that nadine can see him. please, please see him. tell me i'm not alone in this.

[adrenalineknight]

@dumbthink comming in! -> “It’s not The Force, or whatever the fuck, I just read minds sometimes. But the name is pretty sick. Did you come up with that?”

"You 'just read minds sometimes-'" Cal shakes his head. It seems Nadine has a particular talent for catching him off-guard, seemingly just by being themself. It's impressive! And for the first time, Cal wonders if this is, at least to some degree, how his friends feel around him sometimes.

When he'd asked Nadine offhandedly if they might be a Force user, he hadn't expected an affirmative, not really. He just also hadn't expected the actual answer they gave him.

Despite himself, Cal snorts a little, resting his chin on one balled up fist as he looks over at Nadine incredulously.

"Okay, let's come back to the mind-reading in a sec," he says, "because I have approximately a hundred questions and I want answers to at least half of them." He pauses. "To answer your question, no, I- I didn't name the Force."

In the back of his mind, he realizes that he actually doesn't know who named the Force, or when it got that name. He knows that other cultures throughout history have used different words for it, and even know "the Force" is not a universal moniker. Thousands of different disciplines approach the same base concept in thousands of different ways. It's a little overwhelming to think about sometimes, the sheer scale of it all, but it's also beautiful, in a way.

"That's what my people call it," he says finally. "Or, called, I guess. Past... past tense." And isn't that a fucking bummer to think about? Cal promptly decides not to dwell on it. "Anyway, what the kark was that about just reading minds sometimes?"

[astrophager]

⋆ ⭒ ˚ . ⋆ INTERSTELLAR PROMPTS. ACCEPTING.

"i sense your pain. i see your fear." — @dumbthink.

what, like a dog ? i don’t think they’d be offended by me saying that, nadine seems pretty chill so far, but i bite my tongue regardless. best not to make enemies with the only person stuck with you in a tincan in space. still, it gives me the heebie - jeebies to think they have some obi - wan mind powers ( i hate that i’m making a star wars reference, but alas ) and it raises one important question. what other cards are they keeping close to their chest ?

❛ no, that’s just perspiration : hey, you saying i stink ? ❜ deodorant is a limited resource confined to personal hygiene kits, and he’s exhausted his own and moved on to that of his ( now dead ) crewmates. jokes aside, naturally his curiosity takes up the forefront of his thoughts and he has to pry. his adam’s apple bobs with the hefty swallow of realisation.

❛ you’re not kidding, are you ? you’re stone cold serious. ❜

[ordinariums]

@dumbthink asked: don’t mind Nadine, they’re just going to buy a drink for Poseidon. probably a shark bowl.

something's different in the air around them; he can feel it as they draw near. it's not often a being confuses him, but nadine doesn't connect with any pre-established individuals he has in his mind. he watches them. and at the drink (a flattering offer that he accepts), he simply raises his eyebrows. "shouldn't this be the other way around?" he questions, with a smile. a mortal's thing is to make sacrifices to the gods, but a gentleman's thing is to buy a drink for the attractive person. they have most certainly gotten his attention. "don't take this the wrong way, but you're different. have we met before?"

[canclled]

@dumbthink liked for a starter from robin!

"okay so don't hate me but ..." are the first words out of robin's mouth as they slip into the room. it'd been her decision to tell nadine before making the broadcast, wanting them to hear it from her directly first. "i have to cancel our date tonight." a pause, before continuing on. "there's a crawl happening, which i know feels weird and wrong and off schedule but i can't control what the military does." they step in front of nadine now, reaching out to take their hand. "i do have good news however, i made reservations for us at enzo's. tomorrow night. seven o'clock." soft, hopeful, smile is offered.

[hangtenn]

"yeah, yeah. very cool that you can time travel or whatever," okay, maybe the witch nurse was a little bit more than jealous but that's against the point. ( listen, she can do a bunch with spells and what not but he absolutely has no idea how to do that. ) they'll adjust the large sunglasses on her face, a sigh leaving her. "i wish i could time travel strictly to get more sleep. like, not ready to get up yet? change back time for more sleep," // @dumbthink

[killer-cinnamon]

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@haereticae

tumblr did a weird but anon wanted more, so let me fix the notification nonsense because selene does in fact belong in this category

i know im mildly turning into a broken record but she really brings the scenes she writes to life. her writing is so viscerally visual and captivating. there's also just something about her prose that fits fantasy writing in general SO WELL, like idk how to describe it but her threads are always so immersed in the world and scene. 5 stars

@painmon

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@dumbthink

sinking my teeth into all of kc's guys and the way that she writes them. genuinely they make it look so easy the way they capture different tones and personalities with each of their muses. tagging nadine's blog specifically because they're such an Icon and i absolutely adore their everything

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[bobrvynolds]

@dumbthink continued from here —

At some point, there had been a point to their story. And yes, they are kind of annoyed that he decided to cut them off, but the story had veered a little too far into describing a past sexual encounter. Hand motions and everything. They had thought it was funny, but, well… “…Okay, yeah. No more sucking penises around you! I got it, penis police.” Their hands go up, and they bow their head a little. “Anyways, it was after I finished sucking the dick that I like, did a little dimension jumping. Accidentally. Call it like, post nut clarity or something. And my timing is not always great because…” They motion to whatever the fuck this is supposed to be. “…this isn’t like, heaven or something, yeah? Is that why I can’t talk about sucking dick?”

How were they even here? As far as Bob knew, the Void hadn't taken over.. well, anyone. Not since after the vault. Valentina made sure to keep it in check, and Bob has slightly grasped a bit of control over his lows. He usually just lets it run course, like how most of his episodes go.

And so they're stuck in one of his shame rooms, the one where Bob had a terrible withdrawal at 16. He keeps staring at them, utterly confused, as they continue rambling.

"No, no- it's not.. heaven. Can you imagine if it was?" His own words crack him up, letting out a soft wheeze as he shakes his head. "I just.. you know. Wasn't ready to hear about a stranger sucking dick on a Tuesday afternoon, but here I am."

There's a beat of silence, before Bob finally addresses the elephant in the room. ".. um. Who are you? Again?"