#explosion mention

[anti-terf-posts]

exploding terfs with my mind :3

BOOOM

[krystal-prisms]

sexiest thing to happen to your body after you die

bog body

planted under a tree

mummification

sink to the bottom of the ocean like a whale fall

shot into space

compressed into a diamond

left in the middle of the forest/desert/meadow to let nature do it's thing

donated to science

at the funeral, detonated with explosives, showering onlookers with meat

other (leave in tags)

Voting ended onMar 15, 2023

[weirdstrangeandawful]

‘Wh…’

‘Shh-shh. Just breathe.’

‘Wh– what was that…?’

‘You’re safe now. You’re home.’

‘Th-th-this doesn’t happen at home. Explosions d-don’t happen– at home.’

[lydiahosek]

Connection

[A few days late and much shorter than last year’s, but here’s my story for the @inklings-challenge! Thank you for hosting again!

And here’s the music which served as its inspiration: x]

The bridge between the two main modules was Val’s favorite part of the ship. It afforded a view of the landless landscape unencumbered by monitors or control panels or other emblems of their duties. It had been well drilled into her head at Basic that space travel was not all fun and games, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t any fun and games.

Well…maybe “fun” wasn’t the right word for the bridge. The feeling it brought her was quieter. Deeper. She felt lifted up and laid bare, as if confronted by the Real after filling the rest of the day with busywork. She had only before gotten that feeling at a handful of church services or from a very few pieces of music. Which was why at this moment she had brought her comm pad and earphones with her, to test the effect of the sight and the sound together.

Which was why she didn’t hear Connors approaching, indeed didn’t notice him at all until he was only a few feet to her left. She started and removed the earphones. “Connors,” she nodded.

“Munroe,” he nodded back, smiling. “Sorry, didn’t mean to sneak up.” He held out to her an open foil bag. She turned her head to read the label. Block letters spelled “SEA SALT PITA C-” His hand covered the rest. Not standard issue, at any rate.

She took one SEA SALT PITA C, thanked him, and popped it into her mouth with a loud crunch. He gestured at the phones and the pad. “Transmission from home?”

“Uh, no, it’s, uh…’Clair de lune’.” She at first intended to dismiss the private concert as a personal frivolity, and maybe she would have if anyone else had found her here, but one did not need to act especially professional in front of a fellow first-timer dipping into his care packages. “I always think of it when I pass through here. Even though there’s not usually a moon.”

“Just about everything else, though,” He joined her in gazing out at the sea of stars and distant planets, asteroids and nebulae. “It…helps.”

Val quirked a brow. “Helps what?”

Connors hesitated, and Val was about to retract the question when he began: “I mean, I know we’re here to work and they do what they can to meet us halfway, provide some amenities and train us off of others, but they could at least not paint everything white.” Val thought of her own quarters. They had been permitted to bring a limited number of personal effects, and hers had included posters and photos, but they did little to overpower the stark, plain brightness of the walls, doors, floor, and bedding. He sighed. “I’ve been keeping track. It’s October on Earth, now. The trees’ll be changing color, and against the sky, it’s…kind of like that.” He pointed to a nebula on the far left, bright blue surrounded by a thick ring of green and gold.

Val looked at him. He had been away from home longer than she had – Earth was much farther from the training center than Juturna. All Juturnans could claim Earth ancestry, some as recent as two generations back, but her great-great-grandparents had been the last in her family to live there, breathe its air, see its trees against its sky. They recreated it as best they could for themselves and their descendants, but recently every other conversation with Connors revealed to Val something else that had gotten lost in translation.

She turned back to the view. “It sounds beautiful.” She cast about in her mind for something else to add. “I always love visiting the greenhouses back home. You can spend hours in the complex, it’s so huge, moving from biome to biome…Once when I was a kid I got lost in the deciduous room, but then I just kept walking in one direction, and I finally hit the wall and followed it back to the exit.”

He chuckled, then grew quiet, lowering his eyes. “You know what I always think of here?...How we can’t get lost. Even if all our navtech blew up.” An announcement went out over the intercom, but neither of them heard it. “Thousands of years ago sailors used the stars for guidance. And now we’re doing the same thing. We’re sailing through their map. I can’t get over that. It’s like…For all the manmade stuff everywhere else aboard, looking out at that I…” His voice became softer, stumbling. “I…feel the most human. The most…”

“Connection,” she supplied. They both turned from the window to see each other steeped in its blue glow. He offered her the bag again and she took another piece before they both turned back. Chewing slowly this time, she deactivated the earphones and hit play on the Debussy once more. They stood listening and watching as the piano and the stars shimmered across time and space.

Until, that is, Stephenson appeared in the doorway, telling Val that Boyers wanted the entire bio team to meet in the lab and hadn’t she heard the overhead?

As Stephenson disappeared back down the corridor, Val moved to follow her but stopped and looked back over her shoulder. “Connors.”

He looked at her for a second or two and smiled. “Arlo.”

She returned the smile and headed towards the lab.

[voidlitmoon]

Can we talk about after they won L'manburg back, Tommy was instantly given presidency. When Tommy gave it back to Wilbur, Wilbur insisted Tubbo be the final decision instead

.... and that entire time, he planned on blowing up L'manburg

Wilbur was making sure the youngest members who he probably assumed not know what to do were in charge when he blew it up. He could have chosen Quackity, or Niki, or anyone else, even if young they're all adults. They could take charge immediately and easily

But Tubbo and Tommy? They've been there since the beginning of the Camarvan, they helped build the first wall. They were the ones adamant on getting their home back

They had the strongest connection

They had the easiest way to break, a single button and a few well placed tnt blocks

Wilbur probably was hoping that they'd give up, see that even after getting the place back no matter what happens so many people want L'manburg gone, so why keep it? Why keep the hopes up?

Whats the easiest way to destroy L'manburg other than putting someone young and unprepared on the throne, only to tear out their hearts moments later?

And even if Tommy and Tubbo do find the strength (which they do) to gain alies and build the place back up, this event will always stay with them. Always creeping in the back of their minds that L'manburg will continue to fall over and over as long as it exist

Wilbur believed L'manburg should be gone, and his first thought was to use the teenagers to make it hurt more

[heavensickness]

DON'T REBLOG // i don't want to talk about this topic anymore because it is so upsetting but when i think about her lyrics, i remember listening to buzzcut season which is a song i really like but feeling really strange when she says "explosions on tv, we live beside the pool, where everything is good" and like. coincidentally, there were bombings in the city i live in in 2015 and 2016. i barely missed the 2016 one by going home early. so i always felt a chill listening to it.

[its-dark-girl]

C!Quackity paralleling to C!Dream

As of Quackity’s latest stream(5/22/2021), we see that he doesn’t care about the revive book anymore, he only cares about punishing Dream.  By torture.  This is scarily similar to how Dream ‘mentally tortured’ Tommy during the exile conflict.  Quackity now has the chance to mold Slimecicle into what he wants, paralleling to how Dream, after isolating, spreading lies, gaslighting, and manipulating, could mold Tommy into what he wanted.

When Quackity blew up Purpled’s UFO, his original home, it paralleled to Dream destroying Tommy’s, Tubbo’s, and Ranboo’s home.  Though Tommy’s home still exists, it’s been destroyed many times, does it even count as a home?

By, for lack of better term, instigating Foolish, and blowing up Purpled’s UFO, he is leaving them with no choice.  A play Dream would use.  Though in this case, Quackity is using this play to rope in people in Las Nevadas.

With this stream, we see other perspectives integrated with Quackity’s.  This could be alluding to future streams where we will be getting Quackity’s POV less and less till we don’t anymore.  And with a lack of POV, we become unable to sympathize with the character.

Though Quackity may hate Dream, he is becoming like him.

[enbydragon02]

Heads Up 7 Up Writing Tag

I cheated a little bit and picked an 8-sentence section, cause otherwise it would’ve been 1 sentence short of a paragraph.

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Ten days ago, the world exploded. I don’t know why or how it happened; I was drinking my tea in the back room of my house, Esmerelda circling the legs of my stool and brushing my shins with her long, silken tail. No, wait—there was something after that, a breath of a thing that I didn’t even think about at the time. Someone passed by the window. I don’t know who it was, or if it was even a who, but something did, and it sent the briefest of shadows sprawling across the table and my teacup. Esmerelda didn’t stop her circling, the crickets kept up their incessant chirping, and I blew lightly at the steam lifting away from my tea. It was all so normal. And then it wasn’t.

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