#There is no OSHA in space

[corvidscreams]

Day 21: Frisky A group of adult-bodied 10 year olds with access to advanced weaponry and combat gear? The perfect recipe for the invention of jetpack jousting! Unfortunate that it was banned before it could spread past the Commanders. (Prev/Next)

[septemberlikeastorm]

love that qimir/the stranger is canonically a giant purse girlie

need snacks?? my guy's got a single slim jim & seven (7) whole coconuts in there need cash?? no problem just ignore the dried blood on it it's fine don't WORRY ABOUT IT need tampons?? name your flow bro. he's got you covered from light to "guess there's no point striking you down with my lightsaber, with this kind of blood loss you'll be dead in seven minutes anyway"

[guildofscribes]

Humans are Weird: Caution and Lack Thereof.

Humans are not incredibly “tough” insofar as physical makeup goes in this universe, but humans ARE known for stubbornness/tenacity/whatever-you-want-to-call-it, and general acceptance of their bad decision-making abilities, which calls for measures to keep their unwieldy meat-sacks mostly alive and generally functioning.  When any of another species boards Human transports, they are always blown away by the safety precautions posted everywhere, the failsafes, the evacuation maps tucked everywhere, the plethora of escape pods and emergency buoys, life support systems and backup life support systems... not that the rest of the galaxies don't have safety measures and emergency failsafes, but they don't have as many as Humanity seems to have agreed on putting literally everywhere. Which is a bit odd when one takes into consideration that their vessels are literally pressurized vessels propelled by controlled explosions, the destruction of matter, or literal world-killing substances that are pressurized and used for fuel. Humans will hurl themselves into space using some of the most dangerous methods logged in the history of the universe, to the great endangerment of their lives and those in proximity of their craft if some system fails...

...but they have also planned for and created multiple options for continued survival should any thing indeed go wrong, along a wide variety of potential catastrophes.

To every science-oriented, non-Terran species in the galaxy, this “will to live” and “radiation of dumbass” is an ongoing study. Mainly because the humans keep spreading, and nobody knows just what to do with them. 

[gabaghoul-fandom-meme-queen]

That episode...I must laugh to keep from crying.

The Acolyte spoilers

[fulcrum-art-fox]

Kinda love how Mae responded to pretty much all Sol’s revelations this episode with “…And??”

“You and Osha are the same person” Yeah me and Osha have a whole rhyme about it. So

“There’s a vergence on this planet” don’t know what that is and literally could not care less

“Your mother created you using magic” Yeah mom’s a witch and we had no father and there are no men here and it doesn’t take a genius to get to ‘our gay moms just wanted children so badly they used magic’ like what’s the deal

[voidartisan]

going off of yord's Big Brother Vibes I now have the mental image of like. every jedi master who knows him being like "padawan fandar is a responsible and rule-abiding young man. he will be a good friend/role model for my new apprentice/an initiate I know" and like eight of them asking him to keep an eye on their pupils or get them oriented with some thing or another and yord being yord he always says something along the lines of "yes master, of course. it would be an honor." and as a result he's constantly wandering around the temple with various younglings on color-coded stuffed animal backpack leashes

so sol introduces him to osha when she joins and he's just like "nice to meet you padawan. do you prefer banthas or garu-bears"

[brainrotcharacters]

oshamir where if osha did in fact trigger the lightsaber here, qimir would still have that down bad expression on his face as he literally dies

[is-this-even-relatable]

A Rising Phantom

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Summary: danny died, and no one knows. He is a full ghost, and only thanks to his dual obsessions can he “live” a normal life and pretend that nothing happened.

I aim to make this a multichaptered fic! Hopefully, the first fic I post on AO3!

HEADCANONS/TROPES/TAGS:

no one knows! AU

full ghost! danny

eventual everlasting trio

dual obsessions inspired by this post, which are protection (Phantom) and space (Fenton)

my own headcanon: danny's death is inevitable, a single point in time that cannot be avoided or changed.

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Danny died on a Saturday.

He was too young to have been left alone; any other house would’ve be fine, but everyone in that town knew, even then, that the Fentons' house was to be avoided by a wide berth.

His parents had rushed out in a frustrated fit, leaving him and Jazz by themselves for the weekend, just like so many before. They were always an afterthought to their parents, long before he was 14.

Danny didn’t intend to go down to the lab that night. But Jazz was out with her friend Kyle, and he was bored. And something down there called to him, though he didn’t know it.

He didn’t know that forces beyond his comprehension were leading to this point, this singularity.

If Danny had known the fate in store for him, he would have begged his parents for them to stay that night, or take him with them. But he didn't know, he couldn't have known... because that's how it was always going to be.

He didn’t know that a man with a clock in his chest, who changed between ages in the blink of an eye, was watching as he walked down those lonely steps.

He didn’t know, as he pulled on a white hazmat suit hand-sewn just for him, far too flimsy for what it was meant to protect him against, that a sentient dimension was pushing against the veil, straining for him.

He didn’t know, as he stepped through the gaping metal maw, that it had already called his name, and death had claimed it.

And afterwards, while he curled up on the cold basement floor, clutching his chest for a pulse, he still did not know that even if he had known... he would have had no choice but to do the same.

Danny died when he turned the portal on, alone in his parents’ lab.

Standing inside, fifty million Watts of electricity coursed from his palm to his heart, searing its path into his skin. It had no exit route. It cooked him from the inside, lighting all of his nerves on fire, and doused him in an infinite realm’s worth of dimensional energy. After what seemed like hours of screaming, panicking, burning- he somehow managed to crawl out of the portal.

He died then, lying flat in front of the machine that ended him, as the intense pain faded into a dull throb that replaced the beating that used to be in his chest.

And as he sat up, feeling both sore and feather-light, he looked down upon his body, and realized that he had died that day, and he was not coming back.

Danny panicked. And he did the only thing he could do. He decided to run away, afraid of what he was, confused and scared and feeling very not himself.

But the main anxiety that drove him to hide his accident was a rather juvenile one.

…He was afraid that his parents would be upset that he had gone into the lab without their permission.

He had messed with their stuff, and turned something on… something he definitely shouldn’t have.

He had just opened a portal to a realm full of the very things that kept him from sleeping at night, of “unfeeling monsters” that his parents had drilled into him about for years.

A portal to ghosts… that were now free to come through.

That thought made something inside him solidify, and a low hum began to emanate from him as he worried about his family. About the ghosts and the portal and how they were going to manage without him…

He couldn’t just leave like this. Not when he was responsible. He couldn’t let a whole realm of monsters hurt his family. At that thought, dread filled him, and that same something inside his chest ached.

But it occurred to him that he still had to leave. Not just at the thought of his parents stumbling in on his body.

No, it was about him. For he was one of them now, wasn’t he? A ghost. And he was a monster now, too. Despite not feeling like one. Despite knowing that there was clearly something wrong with what he had been told and what he knew was intimately true of himself in this new form.

But something inside him whispered at him that he couldn’t take the chance, if he did turn into a monster. He couldn’t let himself hurt his family.

So with fears on his back and a tingle fading from his fingertips, Danny pulled himself up onto unsteady feet. He took his body outside, to the woods where no one would know. And he buried it, alone, surrounded by trees and the sky.

He sat there, at his fresh grave, and cried.

Holding his arms around himself tight, he mourned the loss of warmth, of blood pumping and his heartbeat, so loud in its absence.

Surrounded by nothing but silence, he mourned that he’d never made close friends, nor really had the chance.

Looking up at the stars, he mourned that he could never fulfill his dream of being an astronaut.

He mourned for himself because no one else could.

And as his last cry petered off into the night, the sun broke the horizon.

A different something tugged at his chest, and he let it pull without resistance, worn ragged as he was.

And he was grateful he did. For a soothing light washed over him and transformed him into something similar, but not quite as he was Before.

But he felt warmth, and he felt a pseudo-beat in his chest, sluggish as it was. And suddenly he realized that although he was dead, he was alive in a different way.

He was still there.

He didn’t have to give up on life.

He was not going to be a monster.

Danny walked back home. He washed the dirt away from under his fingernails. He swept the lab until it looked like no one had been there. Minus the massive swirling vortex.

And when Jazz got home from her sleepover, Danny hugged her with a smile.

He was going to be fine.

They would all be fine, he would make sure of it.

[baejax-the-great]

Every pirate in the Mass Effect universe: Ah, my favorite spot to stand: directly next to an unsecured highly explosive gas canister that has absolutely no business being here

[favvn]

HOLD UP. It's some creature they know absolutely nothing about beyond that it's probably what has been driving whole planets to madness. It could be toxic upon contact. It could have some hidden defense mechanism that won't trigger until touched. Etc., etc., etc. But Jim Kirk just grabs the unknown thing barehanded? Without a single hesitation? Because it lands on Spock?? True love is real and I am reeling!

[tairona-is-taken]

I do really appreciate that The Acolyte is basically going through every identical twin trope in existence. First we got Psychic Twin Connection and Good Twin/Evil Twin. Now we're doing, like, the Sith/Jedi version of The Parent Trap, made all the more interesting because Qimir knows he's got Osha (the tattoo was there for a reason! Chekhov's tattoo!), but Sol doesn't seem to know he's got Mae.

I can't think of any more twin tropes off the top of my head at the moment. If there are more, though, I'm sure Leslye Headland had them listed on a whiteboard and was crossing them out one by one as she found ways to work them into the story, lol.

[septemberlikeastorm]

wild that qimir/the stranger serves both cottagecore, with his cozy little cave & his crockpot & his DIY welding crafts, & carnagecore, with his wholesale slaughter of seven out of eight jedi

[stephanythedramaqueen]

Oshamir discord, does it exist yet??? 🥹🥹🥹

[mayhaps-a-blog]

Personally I am thrilled that Osha now exists in the gffa!

Maybe if we're lucky they'll put in some railings next.

[andyoullhearitagain]

Every time the power goes out on Star Trek and they have to use a little device to pry the automatic doors open I'm like where is SpOSHA this is such a fire hazard. And don't even get me started on the Jefferies tubes.

[catgirl-gorgeous]

saria saria saria also some lilly but mostly saria