#<-tagging this cause this is probably the longest and most solid thing i've written about their lore

[doggirldick]

hi that alien oc sounds uhhhh wow 😍🥵 tell us more 🥺

i'm afraid i only have drawings of her from like 8 years ago, i'm only somewhat good at art now, you'd be better off not seeing art from when i was like 16/17.

now get ready for oc description and backstory hell, this is gonna get LONG

so, ehem, the story goes that that a corporation in the future of spacetime warping set out a planet-sized space station somewhere deep in space in the past, the past part isn't relevant unless you wanna bridge the gap with some other ocs.

out of this station, research vessels with colonies in the thousands depart and return almost immediately but in truth it's been hundreds of years for the crew, like the great-great-great-great-grandchildren of the crew return or something like that. i didn't iron out the details.

one research vessel, ΓΠΛ (gamma-pi-lambda), was tasked with the study of extraterrestrial life. many subjects were contained in its containment cells, filled with gas designed to keep them docile.

subject Ω-34, codename "stomacheache". was a 10ft tall species, humanoid in shape. she had pale green skin and long, pale pink hair. her face had 2 eyes narrow cat-like, white pupils with black irises. she had one nose and one mouth with pale pink/purple lips. her hair was full of snarling mouths and gazing eyes with similar narrow, white pupils but deep blue irises.

she had four arms, two connected at each of two conjoined elbows. her species do not have the organs for speech, they communicate through a sign language that requires 4 arms. despite this, she did only half 2 human-like legs. her most striking feature though, was on her torso, the reason for her codename, a long vertical mouth spanning her chest and stomache, from her collar to her hips. containing countless razor-sharp, white teeth and a single red, large, tentacle-like tongue. either side of this mouth were four large eyes (picture where her breasts are, now imagine she had 6 of those equally distributed down her torso, 3 on each side, but replace the lower 4 with huge eyes). the whites to these eyes were a vast black, they had large white irises, centred with 2 conjoined irises that resembled like cells partially separated (you ever seen the eyes of hermaeus mora from the elder scrolls? something like that).

(i made this girl when i was 16/17 like i said so she was purely sfw but feel free now to speculate on her alien penis if you don't just wanna get fucked by that tounge.)

now, i should mention. something bad happened. an event known as "the Ω-34 incident". the specifics are not really known as there wasn't really any time to find out. was there a fault with the chemical composition of the gas? did it have an unforseen side effect? does her species simply not have the same response after prolonged exposure? all i can say is that within moments, like a switch was flipped, she went from docile to extremely, extremely aggressive. violently so. a containment breach occured.

while the vessel was equipped with an emergency task force, ready to use lethal force to supress an incident like this, it turns out her skin was very... um.. bulletproof? in a matter of hours, all the other subjects were... lost. the thousands of crew members? reduced to one. and what did she get? she did lose half an arm (rear-left, up to the elbow) to an explosion, one eye in her hair is now all black, other than that, just some cuts and scrapes.

so who survived? well each subject had a biologist assigned to study them. a woman known as Pip was disregarded by her peers who were simply there to do their jobs and leave due to her passion for her work, fueled by her fascination for her assinged subject and her love for the wonder of the infinite possibilities of space. was pip the only one who could have averted disaster if only people had listened to her? perhaps. it doesn't matter anymore. what matters is that being the only one to know what this subject was capable of and how to calm her led to her survival... sort of... pip was mortally wounded. before her death, however, she managed to preserve her body. her consciousness is projected through the ship's hard-light hologram. though not truly there, she is able to live as long as the ship is able to support her as a three-dimensional image with physical properties aboard the ship, this advanced technology allows her use of all her senses and feelings and to communicate as if she were truly there. the only problem is the hologram system was partially damaged in the incident, so it's not able to project in colour.

many parts of the vessel were damaged infact. there is no way to contact the base, anyone outside they have no way to control the ship, it is stuck on its current trajectory, space is vast and empty though so it'll be a long time before it collides with something destructive.

until then all we have is a big empty ship. with one immortal woman tied to the ship and one alien woman who's killed thousands of people and probably has a long enough lifespan and enough supplies to outive the ship. a big empty, lonely ship with two women drifting near-eternally in space.

uh-oh besties, the biologist is taking care of the alien and helping her with coming to terms with all the people she killed (sorta subconciously, it's not like she wanted to kill people). uh-oh besties, in their eternal loneliness, they're finding comfort in each other. uh-oh besties, pip gave the alien a name, max, and developed a device that synthesises speech out of her thoughts allowing the two to talk to each other. uh-oh besties, the ship's holodeck is still functional and the two are able to live out artificial, homoerotic adventures together. uh oh besties, max does not know who long humans live and does not see in colour the same way as humans, she does not know pip is a hologram. uh-oh, besties there are drifting in space alone learning to love each other forever until things one day something happens and idk they're gonna burn up from drifting too near a star or hit a planet or something and pip will be left with a choice of letting max know the truth, that she was never really there and removing herself from stasis, allowing max to hold her dying body as the two die together or to let them die with max oblivious. who knows, it'll be hundreds of years probably.

oh god i forgot about these two. btw max is trans, i am not taking questions about this.

[lovecolibri]

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#5

Watching the new WWDITS episode like

144 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

#4

I gotta say I'm surprised (though I probably shouldn't be 🙄) at some of the backlash I've seen towards Grace for being upset.

Like, she very clearly says she knows it's not fair to any of them and she knows she shouldn't be upset because her and Judd weren't together then, but she communicates that she IS upset. Which is totally valid because everything they BOTH knew about their lives just got upended.

And she was so cordial to Wyatt, and left before causing a scene or lashing out at Judd at his place of work and after she has some time to process, she makes an effort to do what she thinks is right.

And for Judd's part, he didn't sit on the info for a month until he had a confirmed paternity test and THEN bring it up to Grace, he was upfront with her (mostly) from the start. And when she says she's angry, he validates her feelings and lets her know it's okay to be upset, and he gives her some space when she needs it. And when she chooses to invite the other lady over so they can talk, he is supportive and reaffirms how much he loves her.

Like, I'm not thrilled that this is the storyline they're doing, especially without a single week for them to enjoy being new parents, but neither Wyatt nor his mom came in with the intention to wreck a family, Judd and Grace both handled the situation incredibly well and communicated in a mostly healthy way, and I'm definitely not hating this as much as I could if it wasn't written as well as it has been so far.

It's okay to feel your feelings even if they aren't always rational, and Grace communicated so well that she knew it wasn't entirely rational but she was upset and Judd allowed her the space to be angry and work through those feelings instead of her suppressing them and exploding later.

Judd and Grace have one of the most solid relationships I've ever been blessed to see on TV and I find it interesting how 911 and Lone Star like to throw out these really big, dramatic, soapy storylines that are so common in dramatic show, but have the characters respond in very normal, human ways and have a less dramatic but more realistic and enjoyable resolution. Instead of huge cheating storylines where it's harder to root for the characters coming back together, you get things like this with Grace and Judd, or Bobby and Athena where she doesn't even consider that he's cheating but knows he's hiding something and digs until she finds out he's sponsoring someone and it leads to a discussion about their marriage and their future and they work it out. And same with the TK/Carlos breakup. These moments where there is no bad guy, just humans trying their best and not always doing the right thing but trying to be better is something 911-verse does so well and what really sets it apart from other shows. And I'll take that ANY day over every character playing musical beds, and being killed off half the time so you can't get invested in any character or relationship.

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#3

Henren being happy and in love while everyone else is falling apart

159 notes - Posted March 15, 2022

#2

The Twins : *deliver a rancor for Boba's palace*

Boba: "Who's a good boy?!"

187 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"It's not the Buddie show" okay its not the Madney show either but it's still fucking disappointing that we haven't gotten to see their things happen on screen either. People aren't upset because every single episode doesn't fully revolve around Buddie to the exclusion of everything else, they're upset because SEVERAL well-established dynamics have been almost entirely cut and replaced with dynamics that aren't given us any weight or character information/growth/pushing arcs along etc.

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[cantsaythetword]

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

~A/N  - I had this idea and it's been gathering dust in my drafts for like a month and finally today I decided to at least start it. We shall see if I finish it...

Essentially a reader fic with both Marc and Steven tickling the reader and switching out to show the best methods and teases to use. I hope it turns out alright!

I'll probably end up writing another Lee fic with either Marc or Steven but we shall see ^^.

EDIT CAUSE I FINISHED IT: Jesus christ this is possibly the longest fic I've written here so buckle the fuckle up y'all!

- Enoy! ~

Tag List:

@mysterious-marvel

@mystey-here

(I'm also gonna tag @chailatteftef cause they seemed hyped about the fic, lemme know if you want me to remove the tag!)

Masterpost Link

If there was one thing you had learnt about Marc and Steven over the little time you had known them, is they get weirdly competitive over the most obscure things.

It started with them annoying each other. Marc would put the toilet paper one way, Steven liked it the other. Unfortunately this made you rather privy to their bathroom habits. One would put their toothbrush on the left side of the sink, and the other purposely puts it on the right.

Stupid pedantic things like that.

Then it progressed to household chores. Each would try to leave more dishes or washing for the other to do. Thankfully you never ended up having to do extra or there would have been WORDS, but it was annoying enough waking up to angry voices yelling into any reflective surface nearby that "EVEN THOUGH IT'S THE SAME BODY I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO TOUCH YOUR PANTS MARC!"

And yet, somehow, it got worse.

You had found a second hand Wii at a thrift store. What you thought could be a fun little pastime for you and whoever was in control of the body, it ended up with a relentless battle between the two people. Every day, one of them was trying to beat the other's fastest speed. They created a leader board for each map, with both of their times for each. And they would not do ANYTHING until someone had one-upped somebody else.

This continued up until this morning...

"WHERE'S THE DISC?" Marc yelled from the TV.

"HOW WOULD I KNOW?" You yelled back from the kitchen as you dried off the final few plates. "YOU GUYS NEVER PLAY ANYTHING ELSE!"

There were several seconds of rustling, a solid half-minute of DVD cases falling on the wooden floor, and a soft "shit" from Marc, before you finally rolled your eyes and walked over to 'help' him.

Of course, you knew exactly where it was. Once Steven had gone to sleep last night, you had snuck into the living room and taken the disc out of the Wii and hidden it in the Wii Fit cover (knowing for a fact neither of them would touch that game for a while).

"I've looked EVERYWHERE!" He groaned, his arm squished behind the TV cabinet, flailing around the back in the hopes of feeling that circular metallic object.

You couldn't help but flicker your eyes towards the games scattered over the floor and break into a small smirk. You managed to cover it with a cough, and Marc was too preoccupied now attempting to remove his stuck arm.

"Shut UP Steven it's not my fault!" Marc muttered sharply.

There was a pause, Steven was presumably snapping back a witty reply.

"You're the last one who used it!"

A second pause.

"YES of course I could have beaten a minute and four seconds IT'S NOT THAT FAR OFF MY OLD ONE!"

There was less than half a second of silence before,

"I WAS ROUNDING UP THE MILISECONDS!"

You laughed at their bickering. At least they were talking about SOMETHING other than competitions.

"Are you sure you don't know where it is Y/N?" Marc sighed defeatedly, slumping back against the wall and looking up at you.

"No..." You tried to sound sincere, but even you could hear the slight giggle in your voice.

Uh oh.

Marc's face morphed to a gruff glare. "Y/n..."

"I didn't do anything!" You held your hands up in surrender, left foot taking a small step back just in case.

Good choice, as Marc was now manoeuvring to his feet with a stare that gave you nervous butterflies.

Once again, you subconsciously glanced at the Wii Fit cover on the floor, but this time you couldn't hide anything.

Marc followed your gaze, went to one knee and opened up a few of the game cases on the ground. You could hear him muttering the names as he picked them up.

"Wii sports... Wii Play... Carnival games..."

Your heart began to race as his hand hovered over the dummy cover. The jig was up, you were about to be revealed as the game thief.

That little click of release sealed your fate, and Marc slowly turned and stood upright to face you.

"You didn't move this, huh?" He gently shook the disc.

You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Why?"

You took a breath. "You guys do nothing but that game all day trying to beat each other!"

"And?!" He stepped towards you.

"Surely you two are sick of being so competitive all the time?" Your eyes darted from Marc to any possible exit in the room and back again.

"Nope." He popped, staring you down like a predator. "Just a part of our charm."

With that, he lunged.

Knocking the wind out of you and pushing you onto the floor, he sat across your hips, knees bent on either side trapping your arms next to your ribs.

"MARC NO!" You squealed as he began rapidly and spontaneously poking and prodding at your ribs.

"What? You ticklish or something?" He grinned, forming his hands into claws and vibrating them along your sides.

"MARC PLEHEHEHEHEASE!"

"Nope! Shouldn't have moved our game!"

"MAHAHAHARC OH GOHOHOHOD!" Your bubbly laughter deafened your ears, not able to process anything but the ridiculous sensations pounding from your body.

"Tickle tickle y/n!" He drawled, squeezing against your hips. "This is getting you real bad, isn't it."

"SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!"

"Awwww isn't this just-" He paused, glancing into the television. "Oh you have an idea huh Steven?"

"NONONONONO!" You begged, you had no idea what Steven had in store for you but it couldn't be good.

Your protests were in vain, however, as Marc's teasing smirk transformed into Steven's endearing smile.

"Alrighty!" Steven beamed, resting his hands at his knees. "This is how you do it Marc!"

"Dohohohoho whahahat?" You couldn't stop the giggles from pouring out.

"I'll show you!"

Somehow the rough jabbing fingers that Marc was torturing you with earlier changed to soft, unbearably light tickles with Steven. The pads of his fingertips softly skittering their way across your collarbones and up around your neck. It was like with each touch Steven hit your giggle button, and little spurts of laughter spilled out of your mouth every time he made contact. You couldn't control yourself.

"Steheheven stohohop ihihit!" You squeaked through your laughter.

"No can do giggles! Seems like this is a pretty good spot for you eh?"

"Stehehevehehen!"

His teasing wasn't making this any easier.

The soft feathery strokes migrated from your shoulders, down your arms, and ended up behind Steven's back where your legs met your hips. The torturously light scratches moved in slow agonising circles on the outside of your thighs, occasionally pressing a little harder near your hip joint like a ticklish massage.

"Awwww this is a blast!" He laughed. "I can't get enough of this!"

"SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!"

Steven let out a gasp of fake hurt. "Did you just tell me to shut it?"

You couldn't form a reply, as his fingers rubbed faster into the tops of your thighs.

"That's not very nice." He tutted. "Whatever should I do with you...?"

You didn't have to wait long, as Steven's face picked up as if he was listening to someone...

Oh no.

"Ah that's true Marc, we haven't tried there yet~!" Steven grinned. "And I'm sure that would be a greatttt spot for our little cutie here."

"NOHOHO PLEHEHEASE!" You begged, only just starting to get used to the lighter kind of tickles (though that didn't make them any less tickly).

"Be right back!" He winked, before his eyes rolled back and his body briefly slumped a few inches before restoring to it's domineering position.

You were allowed a second or two to breathe before you made eye contact with a very teasy looking Marc.

"What did you say to Steven?" He asked calmly, though there was a hint of evil in his voice.

"Nohohothing..." You stuttered, eyes locked onto Marc's hands.

"We both know that's a lie. I'll ask you again." He raised his fingers threateningly. "What did you say to Steven?"

"I dihihidn't!"

Marc sighed, looking up at the TV. "Can you believe this?"

An unsettling grin spread across his face.

"Oh that's mean." Marc chuckled. "That's really mean."

"Whahat? What's mehehean?" Your eyes were wide in anticipation.

"This."

In what felt like a split second, Marc's eyes went white, his head fell towards yours and-

*PHFFFFFFBT!*

You screamed, both in surprise and at the intensely ticklish sensations now vibrating along your neck.

"MARCCCC!!!" Your voice was the highest pitch it's ever been, almost glass-breaking frequency.

"How dare you!" A familiar British accent huffed. "It's me you buffoon!"

You were about to squeak an apologetic reply before Steven's mouth was blowing on your neck again. And you were squealing, again.

"Told you I'd be back!" He giggled, hands softly worming their way into your armpits. As if the raspberries weren't enough!

"STEHEHEHEHEVEN!" You begged, head thrown back, eyes scrunched shut, twisting any direction your body pleased to try and escape the torturous tickles under your biceps.

There was a pause before a gruff voice chuckled.

"Wrong again." Marc raked his fingers from your pits down your ribs (as best as your arms would allow, they were doing a great job at trapping his hands in place). "You'd think you would know the difference by now..."

"I COHOHOULDN'T SEEHEEHEE!"

"Not my problem." He grinned. "Though I am slightly offended you have to look. Figured you could tell by how much I can make you squeal huh?"

"MAHAHARC SHUT UHUHUP!" You turned your head to the side in an attempt to hide your hot cheeks.

*PHFFFFBT!*

The exposed side of your neck was assaulted with tickly ripples once again, and you knew exactly which of the troublesome two would have done this.

"STEHEHEHEVEN!"

"Whaht? No thais is staill Moarc!" The most terrible fake American accent pretended, hands skittering just above your chest. "Ai aym offhendad thayt yaou would ayven thaink ait wahs mae!"

"Steheheven that's teheherrible! I knohohow it's yohohou!"

"Well," a much more normal American sighed, "not anymore... But that accent was horrible."

The brief pause in tickles gave you a moment to watch Marc and Steven shift again.

"Hey no it wasn't! That's exactly how you talk, isn't it Y/N!" Steven put his hands on his hips in protest.

You didn't answer, suddenly finding the colour of the wall very interesting.

"Y/N, that's what he sounds like yeah?" Steven poked a finger into your tummy, snapping you back to the situation at (his) hand.

"HEY!" You yelped, giggling slightly as he wriggled it to prompt a response. "I don't knohohow just cut it out!"

"Rude. Not even supporting your friend." Steven shook his head in disappointment. "And another thing! I can make Y/N squeal just as much as you Marc!"

For proof, Steven began squishing and squeezing your thighs behind him, watching you squeal and shake and laugh as he went.

"I'd say this is pretty effective!"

"STAHAHAHAP!" Your legs were uncontrollably bouncing under his claws, feet pounding on the floor with every squeeze he got. "NOHOHOT ANOTHER COHOHOMPEHEHE- COMPETIHIHI- COMPETITION!"

The squeezing turned a little sharper, "I dunno Steven... What do you think Y/N, is this bad? Or this~"

He moved his hands a little lower and targeted that awful spot right above your knees.

"THAHAHAHAT THAT'S WOHOHORSE!"

"So I'm the best?" He smirked.

"I DIHIHIDN'T SAHAHAY THAT!"

"Give us an answer Y/N!" Marc rapidly shifted his position to sit on your calves.

"NOHOHOHO!" You begged, sitting upright and performing a very threatening bear hug in an attempt to pull him away.

"You got yourself into this."

"HOHOW??"

Marc's body tensed.

"You did steal our game Y/N." Steven beamed, before leaning down a scraping a single fingernail up your foot.

You slammed your back into the ground in reaction - almost winding yourself in the process.

"Steheheven no please! I didn't think it would lead to this!"

"Too bad!" He chuckled, before releasing all ten of his fingers in an all-out tickle-attack.

You screamed before descending into absolute guffaws. Your hands whipping from grabbing the carpet to clenching you face to trying to hit Steven's back, all the while Steven seemed to be having just as much fun as you were.

Someone grabbed a hold of your ankle to pin it down while a hand unleashed a terrible scribble-attack on your sole.

"You definitely asked for this." Marc taunted. "Interrupting our important bonding moments of friendly challenge."

"I DIHIHIDN'T- I WAHAAS JUHUHST- NOHOHO MAHAHARC!"

"Though come to think of it, I do feel sufficiently distracted from our feud Steven..." He smirked up at the TV.

You couldn't argue back, you were loosing air, your energy completely depleted. You barely registered their switch until he spoke.

"I guess we are working together rather well!" Steven laughed, quickly wriggling his fingers under your toes as the finale. "I guess we all got what we wanted huh?"

At long last, the hands retreated and you were released. Your whole body slumped as the weight of the man sitting on your legs disappeared.

"You alright sweetheart?" He asked sincerely, sitting down next to you with the biggest smile on his face.

You nodded, a grin splitting your cheeks from ear to ear.

You were about to say something when Steven snapped around to look at the TV.

"They were about to pass out Marc, and we have our game!"

...

"-and I think they paid a sufficient pric-"

...

"Yes I was having fun too but we want them to breathe!"

You lay on the floor for quite some time while they fought, still giggling both from the aftershock of the tickles and from the stupidity of the situation.

Yep. You got exactly what you wanted, in more ways than one.

[cowboylikedean]

She was really trying to hold onto that relationship at all costs until she was just done. It was her longest one and she thought it was actually going somewhere for a while. Her fans shipping her with other people clearly really bothered him (haylor most of all for obvious reasons) and I think it some of that anger probably got shifted to her as well, especially when she was on the 1989 tour and in that era so there was a lot to do with Harry going on. So she probably had some resentment towards fans because it was causing problems in her relationship. I think she still does to some degree because she was quite anti-shipper from what she said in the rep sessions I’m not wanting a ship name for her and Joe, making it very clear rep was about Joe etc, the comments about feeling like a doll in a dollhouse or a sim. She definitely cares less now because her and Joe are solid, they’re very offline and private so it doesn’t matter to them when she was maybe scared in the earlier days of them being public knowledge. I think she’ll always be a little bit “why the fuck can’t you just be happy that I’m happy and leave us alone???” to the more militant/overzealous ones though.

This feels like a good time to answer this, which has been sitting in my ask because there's so much I want to say

But yeah, I think the concept of shipping really bothered her and I've also said this the whole ass time but I really think that's why it is a bad thing for her to be holed up in fandom spaces. This is not healthy for her.

The rep era was wonderful because it was HER and US and who gives a fuck about the general public. Her being on tumblr during the rep era felt different to me and I turned my back on a lot of the anti-taylor-on-tumblr stuff that I said in 2015....... But since she's LEFT tumblr after this fandom was so incredibly invasive and seeing the monstrous way people have responded to that... I was right in 2015. I was just looking through my 1989 disconnect tag to find a post I had written where I explained that the fandom was a house and we built our foundation on loving Taylor and she being on tumblr put cracks in it and brought the building down.. But I can't find it. In reading back through the gloves fight though, I remember exactly what I meant.

I respect Taylor as a person enough to not try to shove her into a box and make her into an idea.  She’s a person, which means we are not going to agree 100% of the time.  She’s not an idea created from my life to live out my fantasies of what my ideal famous person is like… she’s her own human being.   But just like that, she needs to respect me as a person enough to not try to shove me into a box and make me into an idea.  None of us deserve that.  We aren’t ideas created for her to live out what her ideal fans are like.  We’re whole people.  So we’re going to disagree.

She is, rightfully so, uncomfortable with being made into an idea rather than a person by the fandom. Shipping falls into that. But likewise, the fandom doesn't deserve to be turned into an idea either. We are not obligated to live out her fantasies of the perfect fans any more than she is obligated to live out our fantasies of the perfect famous person. And it's VERY hard to keep that balance and divide when she's here.

I think a lot of the tayvin bad was about this. And I think it was an unfortunately unavoidable consequence to Taylor being on tumblr.