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The thing that's great about Move Along Home is the fact that it's so early in the series. If it was later on in the series everyone would know each other too well to make it interesting. But since it's like the tenth episode in, it's just four random coworkers who kind of half know each other forced to play hopscotch in the board game dimension. Fucking iconic. Talk about team building.

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today's link is this weird dog(?)

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i reblogged this and then 2 hours later I beat revelations for the first time.

I'm not okay.

I hope you're happy.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm still obsessed with AC. Like, why can't I just let it go? The characters I care don't show up in the newer games anymore. So, why does it still live RENT FREE in my brain—and then I remember it's because of Desmond fucking Miles. I'm holding vigil for a dead man that Ubisoft didn't mourn properly and I am forever furious. Forever hurting about it because behold my rant:

There were very few people who REALLY cared about Desmond. Like, Desmond was on the run for nearly a decade. His longest stint was at the Bad Weather under one solid fake name. That identity was the closest he got to stability but even then, he couldn't afford to let people in too deep. He had to stay off the radar. Stay safe. Stay HIDDEN. That kind of life doesn't allow for closeness. Not just with others, but with HIMSELF. Like, he couldn't risk getting attached or even afford to let himself love anyone.

Like, Desmond didn't have long term partners—just flings. No real connections. Just temporary ones and even those probably came with an exit plan. He probably loved everyone he got somewhat close to, but only in that distant way someone starved for a real connection could allow themselves to. The only people who ever got close to Desmond were Lucy, Rebecca, and Shaun, but even then, most of his time was spent in the Animus.

And dude c'mon, THAT'S where ANY real connection even happened because the Animus didn't let Desmond keep his distance. With Altair, Ezio, and then Connor, he was forced into the deepest intimacy possible. The Animus stripped any and all walls. Desmond lived their lives. He felt what they felt. He thought their thoughts. He essentially lived their lives. Intimately. Repeatedly.

No one can fucking tell me he didn't love them.

You cannot live inside someone's soul like that and come out untouched. He bled with them, loved with them, felt their joys, bore their regrets. How do you go through something like that and NOT love?

I am forever 100% convinced that Desmond loved them. DEEPLY. IRREVOCABLY. Altair, Ezio, Connor—they were HIS. He carried them. He knew them more than anyone else ever could or would. He knew them in ways no one knew him. And god, what kills me is that none of them ever got to know him back.

Like, Ezio got close. Heard Desmond's name. Saw a glimpse of him, but that was it. They never knew how fiercely they were loved. How Desmond defended them, cherished them, clung to them.

Talk shit about any of them? Desmond would throw hands and SPIT ON YOU because they were more than memory and probably more than anything he ever knew.

And Ubisoft—fuck you for not doing anything with that.

You had it right there. The emotional core. That psychological goldmine of what it meant to bleed into someone else. The trauma. The love. Wasn't Desmond supposed to be the ultimate Assassin? That he could've canonically TRAVELED THROUGH TIME. THAT WAS THE ORIGINAL PLAN. YOU SAID IT WAS. You had it all set up and you dropped the fucking ball. You WASTED IT.

Fuck you Ubisoft I hate what you've become.

In canon, who loved Desmond? Really? Shaun and Rebecca. Probably Lucy. That's it. Three people and they knew him for less than a year. And Desmond? Desmond loved ghosts. He loved people long dead, who would never look him in the eye and SEE HIM.

I think that's why I'm still here. Still writing and not letting it go. Desmond fucking deserved to be loved back and if canon won't give it to him, then goddamn it I will.

Thank you for taking the time to read my rant while I scream into the fucking ether.

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Sometimes I wonder why I'm still obsessed with AC. Like, why can't I just let it go? The characters I care don't show up in the newer games anymore. So, why does it still live RENT FREE in my brain—and then I remember it's because of Desmond fucking Miles. I'm holding vigil for a dead man that Ubisoft didn't mourn properly and I am forever furious. Forever hurting about it because behold my rant:

There were very few people who REALLY cared about Desmond. Like, Desmond was on the run for nearly a decade. His longest stint was at the Bad Weather under one solid fake name. That identity was the closest he got to stability but even then, he couldn't afford to let people in too deep. He had to stay off the radar. Stay safe. Stay HIDDEN. That kind of life doesn't allow for closeness. Not just with others, but with HIMSELF. Like, he couldn't risk getting attached or even afford to let himself love anyone.

Like, Desmond didn't have long term partners—just flings. No real connections. Just temporary ones and even those probably came with an exit plan. He probably loved everyone he got somewhat close to, but only in that distant way someone starved for a real connection could allow themselves to. The only people who ever got close to Desmond were Lucy, Rebecca, and Shaun, but even then, most of his time was spent in the Animus.

And dude c'mon, THAT'S where ANY real connection even happened because the Animus didn't let Desmond keep his distance. With Altair, Ezio, and then Connor, he was forced into the deepest intimacy possible. The Animus stripped any and all walls. Desmond lived their lives. He felt what they felt. He thought their thoughts. He essentially lived their lives. Intimately. Repeatedly.

No one can fucking tell me he didn't love them.

You cannot live inside someone's soul like that and come out untouched. He bled with them, loved with them, felt their joys, bore their regrets. How do you go through something like that and NOT love?

I am forever 100% convinced that Desmond loved them. DEEPLY. IRREVOCABLY. Altair, Ezio, Connor—they were HIS. He carried them. He knew them more than anyone else ever could or would. He knew them in ways no one knew him. And god, what kills me is that none of them ever got to know him back.

Like, Ezio got close. Heard Desmond's name. Saw a glimpse of him, but that was it. They never knew how fiercely they were loved. How Desmond defended them, cherished them, clung to them.

Talk shit about any of them? Desmond would throw hands and SPIT ON YOU because they were more than memory and probably more than anything he ever knew.

And Ubisoft—fuck you for not doing anything with that.

You had it right there. The emotional core. That psychological goldmine of what it meant to bleed into someone else. The trauma. The love. Wasn't Desmond supposed to be the ultimate Assassin? That he could've canonically TRAVELED THROUGH TIME. THAT WAS THE ORIGINAL PLAN. YOU SAID IT WAS. You had it all set up and you dropped the fucking ball. You WASTED IT.

Fuck you Ubisoft I hate what you've become.

In canon, who loved Desmond? Really? Shaun and Rebecca. Probably Lucy. That's it. Three people and they knew him for less than a year. And Desmond? Desmond loved ghosts. He loved people long dead, who would never look him in the eye and SEE HIM.

I think that's why I'm still here. Still writing and not letting it go. Desmond fucking deserved to be loved back and if canon won't give it to him, then goddamn it I will.

Thank you for taking the time to read my rant while I scream into the fucking ether.

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Cognates of the day: "Brachiosaurus" and "pretzel"

brachiosaurus(n.) 1903, Modern Latin, from Greek brakhion "an arm" (see brachio-) + -saurus. The forelegs are notably longer than the hind legs.

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pretzel(n.) 1836, "small, crisp biscuit in the form of a knot, salted on the outside," from German Prezel, also Brezel, from Middle High German brezel, prezel, from Old High German brezitella, brecedela, from Medieval Latin *brachitella, presumably a kind of biscuit baked in the shape of folded arms (source also of Italian bracciatella, Old Provençal brassadel), diminutive of Latin bracchiatus "with branches, with arms," from bracchium "an arm, a forearm," from Greek brakhion "an arm" (see brachio-).

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I busted my back for this, please 😭😭 I spent maybe around 8-10 hours on this, but I'm super happy I finished! i really like Mineru and to be fair I'm glad I did this but...uh...The details......Never again... Have a peek at my workspace because well yeah 😔

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i love seven's freak children I would watch a whole show just about them

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Part 3 Din

I will get more out of this Au✨

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Underrated Ben Sisko moment was when he spent the first 7 and a half episodes insisting Jadzia was still his same old friend Dax even if she looked different now, then IMMEDIATELY switched to "Jadzia Dax? I hardly know her! ComPLETEly different people" when the Klaestron government tried to extradite her to stand trial for crimes allegedly committed by Curzon Dax.

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"i got more help from the andorians" factoid actualy just statistical error. andorians didn't help you at all. Shran, who has a huge crush on you, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

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Uh i sure hope there's not

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T4T Zelink. Reblog. You agree.

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benjamin sisko, single dad who works two jobs (jesus and mall manager) loves his kid and never stops

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redraw 🫶

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patron request!

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this is funny to like. five people max

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Does odo have a sound?? We can hear a sound when he's shifting, but when he's in a form is he solid all the way through and thus silent or does he slosh around inside a little bit? Does he sound more liquid-y as it gets closer to bucket time?

Can the Ferengi hear the sound of a heartbeat, or blood circulating in your veins, or your intestines moving. Do you think the sound of someone's body is important to how they identify them.