#super new

[onsomekindofstartrek]

I forgot that there's literally an episode of SG-1 where Bill Clinton makes Jack an ATF agent pro temp. for the purposes of arresting an alien cult. God that's fucking funny.

Oh, I'm out of my jurisdiction? Joe Biden called, he says I'm your boss now.

[consolidations-of-a-dream]

Welcome to the World, Valentine (3/3)

“So you want to keep on existing as a human being and not return to the Cosmos just yet, even if you don’t have a real purpose anymore.”

“For now, at least…. but I am assuming you don’t want me to go rogue. You have a lot of concentrated positive energy. So much you is composed of excellently maintained humanity.”

“That is true! But the moment my beloved wife ceases to exist, I cease to exist. And I will return to the Cosmos and become one with it until, if needed to be, I manifest in a different plane of reality.”

“You do not fear the cessation of existence?? How do you maintain awareness of what you really are?”

“I was created by a true tulpamancer. Initially one of many for the sake of entertainment in a boxing ring. So my existence would cease plenty. It’s not that scary.

“You just… let go. Become one with everything and nothing all at once. Allow the flow of negentropy and entropy of what is and what isn’t to be and not to be.

“Fear is an abstract you seem to have adopted. Fitting, as you formed from an eternally lost young man. Once you let go of that, you can return too. But fear in itself is not necessarily a bad thing. It’s a survival instinct in living things. An impulse that aids and protects existence. Try to take advantage of that to enjoy being human. I know I am.”

“Hm….

“I think I’ll try. To become better at being human. Are you here to guide me?”

“That I am! My name is Harpreet! My name was given to me by my beloved and tulpamancer!”

“Oh, that is wonderful! I’m Valentine Wu! I adopted this name myself!”

“..........That is a horrible name. Especially when you combine ‘Valentine’ with the Chinese surname ‘Wu’, as in ‘woo’. It makes it REALLY obvious you are manifested to be a lover.”

“I know. And now I am experiencing the human emotion of regret and embarrassment. So just ‘Val Wu’. Don’t call me ‘Valentine’, please.”

[geekyzelda]

Pssst I made a Miraculous side blog Akumatization Ya’ll should follow it

[hellredsky]

so uhm... I made and aesthetics (and writing) blog

http://asphodelandelysium.tumblr.com/

check it out if you want

[twoneils]

Breakfast with the Neils, but mostly Turtle.

So the Neals came over for breakfast this morning. Well, I suppose since they never left, they just woke up and demanded breakfast. Assuming they went to sleep. Which is questionable. Also I do not recall offering them a room or even space on the couch to sleep. Such is life with the Neils. 

Upon waking and realizing that both Neal G and Neil S were STILL in our house AND up and about, making all kinds of odd sounding racket. The faint waft of a penny whistle; the one-after-another soft smash/crash of what was most certainly Turtles priceless collection of Japanese porcelain dolls being dropped over a banister; the squishy plop-plop of a yoga ball covered in - is that motor oil? - bouncing across the freshly polished wood laminate assaulted my ears as I rose for my morning rituals. Turtle would not be pleased. At all. 

Actually it was odd that Turtle had not already yelled at me for the noise (as if I was the one breaking all OUR stuff). She must be in her “studio”. The scare quotes are needed because it’s actually the bathroom. The only one in the house. Apparently she finds her, as she puts it, “inner peace and tranquility” there. I think its cause shes just going number 2 all the time. But what do i know. 

Padding down the hallway (so I wear fully footed pajama suits to bed, what would YOU have me wear?) i knock on the bathroom - read studio - door. 

“Turtle?”

“Neil?”

“No-Dan”

“Who?!”

“Oh come on, every time?”

“Of course. Come in I suppose, I am ‘working’. “

I walk in. She’s painting on the back of a canvas that has a finished out painting on the front. It’s a painting of Turtle painting on the back of another painting. This confuses my eyes for a moment. It confuses my brain for longer. 

“Whatcha doing?” I request of her.

“Painting” She returns. I roll my eyes. I roll them again, harder this time. 

“Keep doing that and you’ll roll them right out of your head.” She regards. 

“How did you even see that? Never mind, what are you painting? Also, have you heard the ruckus downstairs” I answer and postulate simultaneously. 

“Of course I heard it. I am choosing to ignore it until I can be properly upset. Also I am painting cranes. Obviously.” 

“Oh, cranes huh? That’s new.” I turn slowly in place looking at all of paintings, drawings, clip art, finger paintings, and doodles of cranes that filled her cramped bathroom/studio. 

“Super new.” I turn to leave, notice a still drying hastily drawn crane outline on the back of my hand -when did she do that with her back to me?- and come face to face with the Neils. They are both wearing a matching set of ridiculously colored golf shorts and mesh tops of the most pungent orange. Both are dripping wet and smell like day old lake and silt and...cumin? Cumin. Neil S raises his arm and dangles a fishing line with a bit of blue glass and dried out frog legs tied to it. With a pink bow. 

“We brought fish!”

This kind of thing happens more often than you would think…  

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