Aug 2, 2024
the only proven effective way to be rid of your enemies 💖
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the only proven effective way to be rid of your enemies 💖
and what if self care IS others harm?
TAG GAME TIME! thank you @wispstalk for the tag!
post your 9 favorite album covers. like, aesthetics, not necessarily favorite albums. (some happen to be favorite albums i won’t lie)
these aren’t in any particular order of preference and i’m providing genre descriptions (according to me) just because
1. fishing for fishies - king gizzard and the lizard wizard (psychedelic boogie folk rock and briefly electronic boogie stuff)
2. thornstar - lord of the lost (metal)
3. seven inches of satanic panic - ghost (psychedelic 60s pop)
4. age of aquarius - villagers of ioannina city (greek stoner folk rock and metal. they literally use like bagpipes and clarinet it’s incredible)
5. pentiment soundtrack - alkemi (medieval video game music lol)
6. weapon- skinny puppy (industrial electronic)
7. gothic nightmare - imperial night (prog rock. THESE DUDES ARE MY FRIENDS YALL SHOULD LISTEN TO THEM)
8. you thought we ran out of poop song ideas. you were wrong - the toilet bowl cleaners (poop music. literally so hard to pick a moternverse album cover because matt farley is a musical genius with hundreds of album covers to choose from)
9. tarot - aether realm (melodic death metal from north carolina and not finland)
@theoutli3r @tiptapricot @pokimoko @scuntallope @corduroysockz and anyone who sees this and wants to do it too! i haven’t opened tumblr in a hot minute so my memory of everyone’s urls is bad </3
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my most powerful vision i think
the passenger ep of ds9 did things to my brain so now in addition to making a rewrite of distant voices i’m making a rewrite of the passenger for the same reason of putting it into a plural julian perspective. something about being “possessed” while already plural yet being unaware of both… deeply compelling
so while i’m here i want to share some of what i’ve written for the opening because i quite like it. there’s nothing distinctly plural about it yet but i wanted to write this to get the tone down
Fingers clench around his throat, nails piercing his skin. He can’t inhale or exhale to cry out as the smoke suppresses more and more.
“Make—”
Those eyes stare right into his own, reaching to the back of his mind and clawing at the folds of his brain. He resists the urge to spasm and tuck in his head at the itch.
“—me—”
His nerves tingle with electricity, while adrenaline pumps through his system, wasted. Julian can’t calculate any means of retaliation or escape. His mind is a void when he needs it the most. Only the throbbing of his heartbeat in his ears fills the gaps between the alien’s words.
“—live.”
The pressure fades from his neck, and the alien’s hand slips away. Yet those eyes don’t let go of Julian’s gaze, even as the alien breathes his last sigh. But as he does, no life drains from his face. Death is already inscribed in every feature.
This is not the first time he’s watched a patient die, but it doesn’t lessen any of the effect on him. The aura of death is contagious, and he stares quietly at the tricorder, which confirms what he already knows just by looking.
No matter his own fear or this man’s crimes, Julian is still a doctor. “I couldn’t save this one,” he whispers, folding the tricorder away.
…
A shiver runs through Julian’s body. His mind is oddly quiet. No remarks or plans of action run through his thoughts. He’s fully present in the moment and absent all the same. Something is off but he can’t place what exactly.
“Are you with me, Doctor?” A hand touches his shoulder.
“Hmm?” Julian looks up at Kira behind him. “Oh, yes,” he stutters, breaking eye contact with her quickly.
She stands to her feet. “Come on. We have to get this ship back to the station and we don’t have any time to lose.”
“Of course, sir,” he says. He follows after her, absentmindedly stroking the marks on his neck.
estrogen could save her
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totally completely normal about daximus
HELL YEAH DAXIMUS BUDDIES! literally as soon as i finished the show i pulled up ao3 and went to the daximus tag but when i saw there were only 3 fics i was like “damn fandom works fast but i need yall to work faster!!!!” so you have my eternal gratitude for leading the front lines 🫡