#this is that which is mine: humanity

[dedederedeconstructivist]

Mountains… Heavy are the mountains.

Yet that changes, with the passage of time.

Sky… Blue sky. What your eyes can’t see. What your eyes can see.

The Sun… One. Only one.

Water… It is agreeable.

Commander Ikari?

Flowers… So many of the same. So many without purpose.

Sky… Sky of red. Red the colour. The colour I hate.

The liquid flows. It drips, ripples, and pours.

Blood… The scent of blood. A woman who does not bleed.

From the Red Soil the humans come. Humans made by man and woman.

City… A human creation.

Eva… a human creation as well.

What are humans? Are they creations of god?

Humans are that which is created by humans.

This is that which is mine: my life, my heart, I am a vessel for my thoughts.

The entry plug… The throne of the soul.

Who is this? This is me?

Who am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?

I am I./I am myself.

This object that is is myself. That which forms is me. This is the self that can be seen, and yet this is not like that which is myself.

A strange feeling. My body feels as if it is melting. I can no longer see myself. My form, my shape, fades from view.

Awareness dawns of someone who is not me. Who is here? Beyond me here?

Shinji?

This person – I know. Major Katsuragi. Dr. Akagi. People. My classmates. The pilot of Unit 02.

Commander Ikari?

Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?

[edwardsdeathcabcd]

i've said it before but it will forever and always make me insane that jacob's ending is to join the cullens for the sake of bella not having to give anything up. they find out jake will be immortal & tied to renesmee forever, so bella gets to smile & say "my family is finally complete! ^-^" but jake already HAS a family. he has a father and 2 sisters. quil, embry, seth and sam are like his brothers. jacob and leah were planning to run away together. he's always been welcome in emily's home, sue has been a family friend since before his birth. bella abandons her mortality by choice because she feels no connection to the people around her, but jacob has really strong bonds. it's clear that every character we meet in la push is like family to him, he's an active member of the community. jake would've graduated high school and been a mechanic, would've grown into a young man. a good friend, a fun uncle, a present son. he's set up to have such a rich life. and he's just magically compelled to give that up. beyond his control, he loses sight of everything, because his high school crush's baby is now the singular most important thing to him. he's perpetually 18 with his perpetually 18 year old girlfriend, running around vancouver or alaska or wherever with the girl who friendzoned him at 16 & her in-laws (who were antagonistic to him for months). and i'm just supposed to say omg yay now he doesn't have to let go of bella! everyone is happy! it's complete madness

[stump-not-found]

i'm collecting bill warmup pages like thay're chemical burns

[blahlahblash]

How the freak did I do? I can't fully imagine them as humans. Especially Shadow. Nothing looks right to me, but this is what I got. (I made these like 2 months ago or something)

[other-floret-friend]

Genuinely creepy goonerfinni.

She stalks you at night. Screens hooked up to the cameras in your hab, gently stroking at her injectors with that pink-gold glow in her eyes, observing you doing the most banal of things because you're just so precious. And when curiosity takes you over and you look up something like how it feels to be collared, her leaves visibly tremble from excitement.

Other Affini seem a little... strange around her, in a way that's pretty hard to explain. The visible sight of glittery pollen across her form despite not actually having a floret, being quite obviously her own, brings about intrigued looks - nothing accusatory, but certainly curious. She's a bit odd, perhaps, but not harmful.

She still watches, though. Seeing something like you making a sandwich with such a sense of lust in her form, giggling and babbling almost incoherently about how adorable you are when you drop the butter knife you're using, about how precious you are, how you're so helpless all on your own. She's got pretty detailed notes about you, and yet you've not met her.

Yet.

You seem to get this sense that someone's watching you, but maybe that's just normal. Sure, your hab's AI is always active, but sometimes, it's like it speaks with a different... purpose, behind it. Odd orders of Terran-compatible... "pleasure tools" keep "mistakenly" arriving at your door from unmarked senders, but you know this has to be a mistake, right? And surely the changes in recommendations on your infopad are just some sort of glitch, as they seem to suggest weirder and weirder florn over and over, almost insisting on it.

...maybe you shouldn't have refused those obscure, tiny little advances for so long. Your secret admirer's only more and more infatuated by the day, constantly on the precipice of putting out a notice of intent on you, but wondering if you'd turn it down. She just can't have that. An idea forms. Not something most Affini would do on a whim, but something that Affini like her seem to revel in. Fantasies shared with other plants. All of them like her, ending up with their own florets by some means or another.

Late one night, while you're snoozing, all tuckered out from tentatively looking up the effects of different xenodrugs out of "curiosity" on the overnet, she finds that she just can't help herself. She knows where you are. In fact, she knows how to effortlessly, silently slip into your hab, unnoticed, and she does just that. She's so close to you. She smells so, so sweet, reeking of spent xenodrugs and nectar. That look on her face is so controlling, but so loving.

Unfurling around your sleeping form, vines wrapping around you, exposing you to her core as you groggily bat your eyes to see her looking down at you, she shushes you, injectors slipping into your skin, so softly apologising both that she just couldn't hold herself back, but also for not doing this sooner.

You don't need to worry. You'll be such a good floret. This was always best for you, right? The biorhythm sinking into your soul, the class-C's entering your bloodstream, that look of tired grogginess giving way to flustered, pet-like adoration on your little face suggests as much. This is how it'd always end up.

...she'll file a notice tomorrow, make it official, all above-board. You're not going to turn it down, after all. :::)

[quesadilla-day]

delicious jade 😋yummy yummy 😍

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

Today, the country indeed looks alien. The America many of us believed we knew now appears stranger in retrospect: The anger and resentment we may have thought was pitched at a simmer turned out to be at a rollicking boil. And one of liberals’ most cherished shibboleths from 2016—that Trumpism is a movement for aggrieved white men—unraveled in the face of a realignment that saw the GOP appear to give birth to a multiracial working-class movement. A second Trump presidency is the result of this misjudgment.

Democrats are a coalition party of the center-left

The Left has traditionally been associated with egalitarianism, which is by necessity concerned with the masses, the common people, the working class, but also the dispossessed, the marginalized, the disadvantaged

The modern Democratic party traces its roots most directly to the New Deal coalition of the 1930s, which it understands to have been a robust working-class and labor-rights movement

They also see themselves in the 1960s cultural revolutions and their repudiation of hierarchy, itself generally seen as the position of the common person, the masses, but also the dispossessed

The party takes its name from Andrew Jackson, great champion of the Common Man, at least as understood at his time, but it goes back to Thomas Jefferson, famous for declaring that "all men are created equal," and now excoriated for failing to live out that egalitarian principle

The Democrats are a party for the people, understood as capaciously as possible, the party that repudiates narrow nationalism and jingoism, in favor of spreading the benefits of American society widely, in opposition to favoring the privileged few

Why am I reminding you of all these things that you already know?

Because they believe so deeply that they are right in every way that matters, or at least incomparably superior to their opponents, they cannot begin to imagine repudiation from the very people in whose interests they thought they were acting, let alone in favor of the very person they swore was an existential, even murderous threat to those very same people

I think to appreciate the sensation, you might imagine a thief broke into your home, and then your family kicked you out in favor of the thief; someone broke in to ravish your spouse and they called the police on you; a sex offender told your children explicitly what he wanted to do them, and your children fought you to get out of your arms so they could crawl into the van knowing full well they'd never see you again

The shock is so existentially horrifying, such a betrayal of reality itself, that it would require rethinking all your most basic assumptions about the political order, human beings, and worst of all, yourself. Why would they do such a manifestly insane thing? Is there something I don't know? What did I miss? What did I do wrong? What do I do now?

Democrats cannot meaningfully internalize that they are the party of the privileged and the elite, by their own philosophy they are themselves the enemy, they write a blank check for the most lurid excesses of anti-colonial violence and call it "exhilarating" without dealing with the fact that given their assumptions, in this society, they are the power and not the resistance

But it's hard to ask yourself these kinds of questions and most people don't have the nerve for it, and so what we see instead, in another little paradox of human nature, is they're going to blame not the ravisher but the spouse

TL;DR, self-examination is hard, so now Democrats hate Latinos

[jesncin]

Purely sharing just cuz I think it's funny so don't go looking for anyone over this: I think I got subtweeted on here once from a Hellblazer fan who didn't like how I interpreted the canon Golden Boy storyline (because who else talks about Goldie as much as I do) and someone replied saying "comic fans read comics challenge" and I just have to laugh. Like that's so deeply funny.

Ah yes do point to me the many cartoons, tv shows, movies, and video games that feature iconic recurring Vertebrae Hellblazer rogue The Golden Boy. Do tell me what beautiful Lestat-esque actor they got to play as my guy in the Keanu movie or Legends of Tomorrow or the NBC show. Because I clearly don't read the comics right. I'm a pleb who only interacts with the sanitized shallow adaptations of this character. I should read the original source material! And stop basing ideas of this popular character on fanon, how foolish of me.

Anyway I take all this in good faith, I know there's a lot of teens on here who just kind of lash out and act gatekeepy over their white man blorbo- they don't need a 30 year old author on them. Just chill out, we're all here to have fun. But I can find humor in these things haha.

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.04

How 'bout that friend of yours? You save his life? You lost him, didn't you, Red?

[toxiccaves]

moe nova... 🔥

[stardustinthesky]

#this show GETS it

[moeblob]

[starryeyedstray]

just a short fic heavily inspired by this post about hank causing connor to deviate (but not in the way you expect) by @goodoldfashionedengineer

The RK800 was built to withstand the pressures of high-stakes situations. From hostage negotiations to interrogations to gun fights. It was stress tested against any danger one could expect to encounter in police work (and hunting deviants). What it was not tested against was uncooperative and unprofessional alcoholics.

Apprehending them? Yes. Partnering with them for a full investigation? No.

But Connor was equipped with social programming meant to adapt to human unpredictability, and it needed access to crime scenes so it would adapt. If adapting meant going to five separate bars to find said human and buying him a drink to move him along, then so be it. It was the middle of the night. It was not outside expectation for a human to be out drinking at this time. Even if they were on call.

But Hank Anderson was an officer of the law and here he was breaking the law by driving under the influence. Connor was perfectly capable of driving, but the lieutenant insisted that he wasn't going to let plastic drive his car. A thoroughly irrational decision. But Connor wasn't a cop so it wasn't going to stop him from taking it to the crime scene it needed access to.

The investigation and capturing of the deviant went smoothly. Though the lieutenant calling Connor's evidence-based conclusion about what transpired at the crime scene a "theory" that was "not totally ridiculous" was… uncalled for. The ensuing interrogation went perfectly though the only credit Connor could afford to give to his "partner" was in permissing him to interrogate the deviant. Lieutenant Anderson had yet to proven his worth as anything more than an access pass to crime scenes.

And now, it was past noon the next day. The lieutenant was still nowhere to be seen at his supposed place of work. Connor wouldn't put it past the man to spend more time at bars than at the precinct. It was unsurprised to see the anti-android sentiments on Anderson's desk. Leave it to someone as ineffective and unpunctual as this particular human to not understand the benefits of employing an efficient machine. When Lieutenant Anderson finally arrived, Connor was also unsurprised when Captain Fowler assigned them as official partners for all deviant investigations (Cyberlife had debriefed it about this already). What did surprise Connor was how a lieutenant could speak to their police captain like that with virtually no repercussions. Humans were certainly emotional beings and that seemed to stunt their logical reasoning. But Connor said it would adapt, so it would adapt. Though it realized playing nice was getting nowhere when the lieutenant refused to do his job and investigate the deviant cases. Since being professional and understanding wasn't working, Connor decided that being aggressive might be a better approach...

Connor will admit that it may have made a slight miscalculation. Its solution for being a bit more forceful with its words only irritated the lieutenant more and caused him to threaten Connor before storming off to get lunch. Getting upset, Connor could grant him that. But going to lunch now? Literally less than 30 minutes have passed since the lieutenant had arrived at work, and he was taking a lunch break? Now?

The frankly displeased RK800 was now standing in front of a food truck with an expired health inspection score watching Lieutenant Anderson order a meal with an obscene amount of calories while placing illegal gambling bets with a man with a criminal record.

This was too much.

Connor was not going to waste time that could be spent investigating here. The android pivoted on its heel and began walking down the street. But Connor's operating system stopped it, helpfully reminding Connor in big red wall of text that its current mission was to RECONCILE WITH LT. ANDERSON.

Cyberlife wanted to it to reconcile? With this man? This shell of a lieutenant that can't be bothered to do his job unless an android was constantly prodding him in the right direction?

No.

Absolutely not.

Cyberlife told Connor what to do, but it was also a company ran by humans. If humans made the decision to keep "Lieutenant" Anderson employed despite his very obvious and obtrusive personal issues, then humans could certainly wrongly assume what the best approach to investigating deviants was. No, Connor knew it didn't need a human's help to accomplish its mission. If Cyberlife wanted results, it was going to get results doing things the efficient and sensible way. And that certainly didn't involve reconciling with Lieutenant Anderson.

*cue Connor deviating to get away from dealing with Hank*

[reedeemable]

I'll be honest. Gavin and Elijah being half-brothers isn't an au to me at all. I consider that shit canon.

[6ar]

I've been playing around with a human frost design. I definitely still want to change some things up, but it's getting close

[seriema]

what wonderful sons you've got there, mr. geppetto!