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Xuebing Du
Sade Olutola
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Cosmic Funnies
Andulka
Sweet Seals For You, Always
occasionally subtle
dirt enthusiast
roma★
almost home
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
trying on a metaphor
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Today's Document
DEAR READER
Misplaced Lens Cap
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@zariahborn
make me choose: anonymous asked Jason Momoa or Ricky Whittle
I’m not going to normally get hired to play those emotional things, and I’m capable of it. I was raised by a single mother in Iowa - I’m just trapped in a big, dumb body.
TESSA THOMPSON 2020 Vanity Fair Oscar Portraits by Mark Seliger
empathicstars:
The conversation shifts – moves from the other’s childhood to hers – and though she does not quite outwardly bristle from the slide, she may as well have, for all the empty blinking she does while trying to follow along. “Different from… ah, what?” After all, it was all she ever knew. She had not had a childhood anywhere else.
“ i don’t know, ” she admits. “ anywhere else, i guess. i just wonder what it’s like to grow up on vulcan. ” she lifts her shoulders in a shrug as she brushes her hair out of her face. “ it can’t have been easy as an outsider . . . ”
skymade:
Half-hour. Okay. She can do a half-hour. She has a half-hour to burn. Just a half-hour of no sky, and then she’ll be gone. “Okay. Okay. Okay, okay, okay.” Those words somehow substitute all the other ones, boiling and shuddering in her brain. “Uh. Uh, uh, uh. Do you… do you have, uh… a board game?”
“ do i have a --- no! do i LOOK like i have a board game? ” her words come out more bewildered than angry or anything else. her brow is furrowed in confusion. this stranger makes her feel as though a spinning wind has picked her up & thrown her into a never-ending loop.
“ look --- this is a freighter, okay? neither of us is supposed to be here. this ship will be docking soon, & i’ll have to get off as discreetly as possible & you will too, unless your plans include getting caught & arrested for stowing away. ”
inthisbeyond:
“Lets get going then, pretty boy.” She grinned at him and put a hand on his back, gently leading him into her shop. “Do you have any particular preferences, or is this your first massage?” The way she said it made it sound like an innuendo, but it was hard to figure out exactly where it was. However, the way she looked at him made it no secret.
her gentle touch & the lilt of her voice have him feeling a little flustered again, & he silently tries to regain his composure. he never used to be this shy or embarrassingly susceptible to flirtation, but he supposed it’s been a lifetime since he was different. “ i can’t say i’ve ever had one before. ”
empathicstars:
“It… is.” Though funny is not quite the word Aella would have used to describe it. Tragic, perhaps. Somber. That something could only be truly appreciated once it was gone, fully. ( Words she had heard in her youth that never quite made sense until va’pak. ) “I offer sympathy.” Uneasily spoken, as though not sure those were the right words.
amrah smiles at aella, & she silently wonders about her. she knew a little about her, that she was a betazoid who had grown up on vulcan, that she was a communications officer who specialized in xenolinguistics, but she didn’t KNOW her. she didn’t know her story. “ was it very different, growing up on vulcan? ”
skymade:
“Oh, stellar! Love it!” She doesn’t. She’s on a ship. She’s on a ship. A ship, a ship– “How soon? D’you– d’you think. Like, soon… soon’s a big, big word, y’know? Soon can mean, like. A minute. Or an hour. Or a day, or two. There’s lotsa soons.” Which is true, if not pedantic, especially for her.
so many QUESTIONS. this stranger has one after another, & another, & another. & each question only makes half as much sense as one would expect. it’s really throwing her for a loop.
“ i don’t know, ” she finally says. “ a half-hour? maybe? ”
inthisbeyond:
“I think I can manage a walk in if you’d like to do that right now.” And even if she couldn’t, she certainly wouldn’t mind squeezing him in. That warm, teasing smile still on her lips. Just waiting for him to either step in or stammer out how he needed to make an appointment. He seemed like the type to have a stutter.
@seengalaxies
laughing a little, he glanced at the time before conceding a nod. “ i, uh --- i have some time, ” he says, a sheepish smile on his face. “ i could use a massage. ” he’s warming up to her now, as she seems nice enough. ( beautiful, too, not that he’ll admit it has anything to do with why he’s agreeing to this impromptu massage. )
skymade:
“Inside. Good! Great. We love inside. It isn’t frightening. I’m not afrightened. Not even a little! Who said it was?” No one did, of course. Except now she kinda is, with her babbling.
“S– s– so. Like. Uh. Haha… where, like… where is the sky, and, like, shit?”
still a bit stunned by the way the stranger speaks, amrah blinks in surprise, then she gestures to the viewport. “ we’re on a ship, so there’s not exactly a sky out there, but . . . ” she trails off for a moment before glancing at the timepiece on her wrist. “ we should be docking, soon, i think. ”
empathicstars:
That part of my life is over now. It’s in the past.
Just like Vulcan was. Just like everyone Aella had once known was.
And yet – the grasp they still seemed to hold on her! Who knew that ghosts could be more tangible and stronger than the living?
“I understand.” In a manner of speaking, at least. It did no good, she supposed, on dwelling on the past, in that case. “Then, instead, I suppose… I wish you peace.” As ever, humanoids continued to simply be confusing.
“ thank you, ” she says, smiling. “ i’ll be alright. sometimes i just miss being a kid. it’s a little ironic, when you think about it. i spent so much time wanting my freedom & independence from being told what to do all the time, but now i miss how simple everything seemed when i was little. ” a wistful sigh escapes her, but she’s still smiling as she gazes out at the landscape. “ it’s funny how life does that. ”
Water War with Jason Momoa
endless photos of Naomi Scott 1/x
Jason Momoa in ‘Braven’
Thor: Ragnarok (2017) dir. Taika Waititi
Jason Momoa for American Way Magazine
Photographed by Cybele Malinowski
