#Taps for Threading

[beneathsilverstars]

been thinking about the differences between SASASAP and ISAT lately. because looking just at ISAT and the two hats ending, you'd think loop went through the exact same house as our siffrin, but looking at SASASAP, it's different. it's mixed up. it's obviously a condensed prototype.

but. that doesn't have to mean it's a different universe entirely.

maybe that's just what happens after a thousand loops.

the house warped in act 5. siffrin lost their shit and the house got changed and corrupted, far past its baseline king uncanniness. so it wouldn't be too out-of-the-question for it to be able to warp in more subtle ways as well, due to a more subtle breakdown.

like a jpeg uploaded and downloaded a thousand times, siffrin changed, and the loops changed. over a thousand loops of efficiency, the house got more efficient. rooms combining. items moving. data compressing. and of course, run in a changed house, the script changed as well. it did so slowly, one bit at a time, over a thousand loops of zoned-out half-listening – and by the time siffrin would have noticed each difference, they were already used to it. (and in the moments that they did look at a room that was less familiar than it should be and realize that they had no idea where to find the key, well. that's just classic siffrin, isn't it.)

through sheer repetition, siffrin was corrupted, and the loops and the house along with them. all purpose lost, all signals distorted, until finally they couldn't recognize the meaning in any of it. it was all noise and despair.

so they made a wish. and the loop restarted. not just a reboot, but something more complete.

the data was backed up onto a star – a guide, a warning, a reference – and the loops were factory reset. and for the first time in a thousand loops, siffrin woke up to a clear mind and the crisp sound of birdsong.

[screamingapetheory]

btw i dont know if anyone's posted this yet but if you manage to survive the knight's wind tunnel sword assault at the beginning of the ch. 4 dark world you actually get a unique cutscene for doing so

[tasiaadams18art]

Classical Threads.

[likesouvenirs]

it nagged at her all week, the familiarity. sure, his voice had gotten deeper and he’d gotten taller which encouraged some doubt, but if raleigh had a gun to her head, she could swear she’d seen him before. the issue was from where? the apocalypse didn’t quite allow the luxury of familiar comforts.

it wasn’t until a fleeting conversation about california, that she felt the metamorphic smack on her head. beacon hills. a lifetime ago, yet at the same time, it felt like yesterday that she’d been traipsing in the fields kicking a soccer ball around. it had to be him. right?

heels of boots stepped quietly against the concrete, the dim lighting doing just enough to show raleigh where she was walking. swallowing, the woman stuck her hands in the pockets of her jeans, the first pair in a long while that didn’t have holes.

sidling up to @kindofuneven, she took note of how he towered over her. attention stuck on the screen of whatever the hell feature film was on schedule for the night, she tilted her head over his shoulder before tapping him on the shoulder.

“would i be a total dick if i said i was surprised you made it to the other side?” raleigh smirked, eyes bouncing between the screen and scott. “come a long way since the field, captain.”

[note-a-bear]

Went out to see Sinners with play friend last night. Not only was it good, and soooo different from what had been percolating in my mind (I went out of my way to keep information and reviews to a minimum, aside from seeing what ppl I trust had to say), but godddddd

I can't remember the last time I just sat in a theater watching the credits and talking with someone about what we just saw. We lingered for a while, just digesting together and talking about little details. Well, I mean, we were there long enough an usher came by to kind of move us on (oops, sincerely sorry about that).

And then we just stood out by her car talking about it. And making out between thoughts, and just kind of letting the fascination settle in.

[isa-ah]

yall ever end up thinking back on periods of ur life and ur like. bro what

[townofcadence]

...... Should he be concerned about the 20% murder rate?

[hcllishdreamer]

tags.

[gravesung-moving]

@xplosionbomb.

starter call!

IT'S NO SECRET THAT CHIAKI IS a bit of an oddball among their classmates. sure, she gets along with everyone well enough — especially ochako and mina, loud and bubbly and easy to match with her own uptick in energy, and midoriya, a fellow strategizer whose mind moves just as fast as her own. but alone, there is something of a distance to her: either she's staring, mismatched eyes wide and attentive, taking in every detail of a companion's battle tactics to add to her inner database of strategies, or she's staring off into space in a glassy, awestruck reverie, as if she's miles away from everyone else.

in truth, it's hard to stay grounded when possibility stretches out in an endless tapestry all around you.

but there are some people who can shake her out of it simply by existing nearby, and the familiar footsteps that echo into her range of hearing belong to one of them. chiaki isn't afraid of bakugou, not anymore. upon gathering for the entrance exams, his was a face she recognized instantly from the worst days of her middle school bullying, before she transferred schools and started tinting stark-white hair, eyelashes and brows black to fit in better. not that the albinism was the only, or even primary, thing she was teased about: being poor, having a quirk they thought was silly ( what do you mean threads? you gonna wrap villains up in a blankie? ), the strange, drifting way about her that sharpened into focus at seemingly unpredictable times.

never mind that she was an award-winning dancer and gymnast at the age of twelve. as if that mattered.

midoriya's face she recognized too. not as sharply as bakugou's meanmugging, but an echo of a boy with no quirk who was never mean to her. she's glad to see him glow so bright now — she'd always wanted to talk to him more before she transferred.

at bakugou's footsteps, she no longer flinches the way she used to. instead, there is that minute sharpening of the faraway air about her. the glassy, doll-like stare goes calm and focused as she regards him from where she stands at the window, waiting for her tea to cool on an end table nearby.

❝ oh hey, bakugou-san. what are you doing up at this hour? ❞

[tasiaadams18art]

Mandala Thread And Needle 🧵.

[staticgcne]

tags.

[mvnces]

a pause and then BITES. @kurjaks

[childballad58]

i’m stoned so i don’t expect i’ll articulate this well but aj and i were talking earlier about the way that identity politics has been so terribly reduced from “queerness is politicized not only in the theoretical (ie the idea that everything is a political choice or act) but also in a real material sense wherein the legislating of queer and esp trans bodies seeks to demoralize, dehumanize, and destroy trans people and their sense of safety and community)” all the way down to “this person used words to describe themself in a way i don’t like” which is. obviously pretty bad. and sure there’s people out there using certain vocabulary to describe other people and not just themselves which is also sucky, i guess, but do we… maybe have bigger fish to fry, here? sure we could sit around all day debating who gets to use what slurs but is that… actually a productive use of our time? seriously? idk. i don’t care if people medically transition or not. i don’t care if someone wants to call themselves bi and a dyke. i don’t care if someone doesn’t feel like the word queer applies to them. it makes me sad and sort of uncomfortable to see people framing queerness as some sort of hierarchy where the more danger you’re in in your life the more authority you have to like, get mad online about the words other queer people use. like how about we address the root problem — the danger that people face for daring to exist as queer or trans or both — rather than the same kind of semantic bullshit spouted in queer- and transphobic rhetoric?

[countercharmda]

Mods are asleep diary post about RenGale

[s0fter-sin]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Additional Tags: Ficlet, Past Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Shirakumo Oboro/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Horror, Canonical Character Death, Angst, Sleep Paralysis, Unreliable Narrator Series: Part 3 of Soft’s Twt Threads Summary:

There’s something dead outside his window.

[overx]

"If I put the tits away can we all shut up already?"