#guess that’s my luck today

[thresholdbb]

what's the threshold theory

There was a post about how Tom is the only crew member who isn't really affected by the Borg, and there's a theory that he has so much luck because he saw the past and the future when he crossed the transwarp threshold. He saw the past and the future, all of time and space. There's some subconscious part of him that remembers that experience. In fact, Tom refused to play a part in Chakotay indulging Annorax's temporal incursions, probably because a part of him knew nothing good could come of it.

If we extend that same theory to Janeway, some of her wild luck with time travel and other crack plans starts to make sense. She doesn't verbally hate time travel until after the events of Threshold, since it happens in Time and Again without complaint. Janeway has an uncanny knack for time travel, as evidenced every time she deals with it. She hates time travel, but it might be because part of her knows exactly how to manipulate the timeline. She manages to avoid the "inevitable" temporal explosion in Future's End, saving both Voyager and Braxton. She resets the entire timeline in Year of Hell, and no one else followed her reasoning. She pulled it off flawlessly. In Relativity, she senses the incidents are all related, despite it being just one reading that connects them. By the time she's involved, she has a temporal incursion factor of .0036 and a time travel protocol named after her, even if that may just be Braxton's personal grudge. Then there's Endgame, where she intentionally changes the timeline. Up until this point, she has been dragged into time travel, but for the first time, she jumps in on purpose. How does Admiral Janeway know how to get them home sooner in a way that completely avoids the Temporal Integrity Commission? It's because she has seen all of time, and part of her knows exactly what needs to happen so she can get Voyager home and do it in a way that becomes baked into the prime timeline. Maybe she doesn't consciously remember what happened during her transformation, but the experience lives in her mind somewhere, guiding her decisions.

[satans-knitwear]

Front and back ✨

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[akai-anna]

Round 3

Round: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

[katzirrart]

"Hey, hey, hey - c'mere you."

!(•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑ First time I've painted something in so long... blows a kiss to ya'll.

Realized I haven't really drawn him in the TVA uniform and kept thinking about how Mobius maneuvers him by his arm and waist a lot...

These boys... (n˘v˘•)¬

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

Hi Im having anxiety about 1st day of new job may I take your screm into void literally for a minute okay thanks

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why yes of course! you may scream into my void for as long as you’d like lol

and I do sincerely hope the first day of your new job goes well!!!

[batwynn]

Ok maybe a weird reminder but if you’re like me, in America, and today is a Inject a Medication Day please do it earlier in the day because last year was super fun trying to inject while the sky was exploding.

[randomminty]

Hbubhhuhub. Rais ea suillen

[raineandsky]

#98

“And lo! Here approaches my best knight,” the king announces to the jester as the knight squeezes through the door. The poor jester looks thankful to see her as he hurries out of the king’s gaze. “Come, show me your skill.”

The knight throws a few carefully angled swings for the king. He watches with a delighted expression, but she can see the soullessness in his eyes. Her stomach flips uncertainly.

“You are an excellent swordsman, knight,” he says flatly. “Now, tell me, why should I allow you to stay within my walls?”

The jester averts his gaze awkwardly. Is she about to get fired? “… Because I’m an excellent swordsman and your best knight,” she tries, and the king huffs in his telltale way of saying WRONG.

“Perhaps that was on me for being unspecific.” He picks up a wine glass from the golden table next to his throne, swirling it idly. “I hear you liaise with dragons.”

The knight’s attempt to keep her expression neutral fails miserably. The king watches with keen interest as her eyes widen and her mouth moves in an abysmal attempt to form some sort of defence. She’s acutely aware of the jester watching curiously too—whatever she says next will be the castle’s gossip for the next month. Maybe two if nothing of interest happens before then.

Well shit. Might as well fall into treason headfirst.

She reaches a hand into the front of her breastplate, earning a soft squeak from something inside. The king leans forward on his throne. The jester peers as close as he dares.

Her hand comes back with a short purple string laced around her fingers. Or she does at first glance, and closer inspection reveals her ribbon to be a tiny dragon, yawning and digging tiny claws into her fingers.

The king roars so loud the dragon startles. The knight and the jester don’t fare much better. “Beast!” he howls.

“Beast! Beast! Beast! Beast!” the room echoes back to them.

“You bring this creature within my walls?” he demands. “You slander my name—my rule—with your disregard to my kindness for you?”

“She’s harmless!” the knight cries over him. The dragon isn’t a fan of the racket, and is making a great effort to slip up her sleeve. “She looks after my finances.”

“Disgusting beast,” the king spits.

“The dragon,” the jester says quietly, valiantly ignoring the way the king’s stare snaps to him, “is your accountant?”

The knight fishes a coin from her pouch, gently tapping the dragon with its edge. Its gaze snaps to her gold, its past endeavour with her sleeve forgotten as it grapples for her coin. It twists its body around it excitedly, gnawing at the edge like a toddler, a quiet hum emitting from it as it does.

“That noise it is making,” the king shrieks, “it is going to attack!”

“No!” the knight shouts over him. “It’s like a cat—she’s purring. It means she’s happy.”

“Dragons do not purr,” the king retorts, but the dragon is undeniably making a noise that sounds remarkably like purring. The jester takes a cautious step closer.

The knight tucks her finger under her chin, giving it a hearty scratch. The dragon’s humming gets louder, her eyes closing blissfully at the touch.

“How does it… work?” the jester asks. The knight offers him a smile that she hopes conveys how grateful she is for his interest in the face of the king’s disgust.

“She takes my coins—my salary, my earnings, anything.” The knight adjusts her hand so the dragon sits more comfortably in her palm. She doesn’t seem to mind, too busy clamping her jaw around the gold to notice. “She keeps a hoard no one but her can find. I earned her trust, and whenever I need money she gives it to me.”

“She is a thief,” the king spits, but the rage is losing momentum in the face of such a cute little thing. The knight doesn’t miss how she’s suddenly not an ‘it’.

“I give her all the money she has. She’s just better at keeping money than most humans,” the knight says with a grin, “because she doesn’t spend it all in a tavern.”

The jester snorts. The king raises his eyebrows. Silence falls for a moment as they all watch the dragon get comfortable in the knight’s hand, her tiny body choking her coin, a claw wrapped around her thumb as she nestles in and closes her eyes.

The jester lets out a short “aww,” that’s louder than he probably intended.

“Tsch,” the king says. He leans back in his throne like he’s lost interest. “A beast is a beast. I am most displeased you were disloyal to my word, knight.”

“I apologise, your majesty,” the knight says. It’s all she can say, really. “I will fix things.”

“You… may keep the thing,” the king continues after a moment of intense deliberation. The knight attempts to not to look too surprised. The jester doesn’t even try. “But it is your accountant and nothing more. If I discover it torching my palace I will execute both it and you.”

“Accounting is what she’s best at, your majesty,” the knight says brightly. “You’ll never have to see her again.”

The king nods shortly, though his gaze is traitorously locked onto the purple ball in her hand. “I would not be adverse, knight,” the king says slowly, like he doesn’t quite want to, “if you felt it right to study. We did not know dragons purr, or like coin.”

“Your majesty?”

“Gather your resources and come back to me with knowledge of the beasts.” He waves a hand dismissively. “I will reconsider your treasonous actions if you can prove that your creature poses no threat to my rule or my people.”

A lot of questions are rattling through her brain. “Your majesty, what do—”

“That is all. Jester!” The king turns his attention away from her and back to the jester as he takes centrestage, looking a lot less stressed than before. He gives her a subtle nod and the lightest smile—a small gesture between the servants of the castle, a simple well done.

The knight leaves the hall with the king’s uproaring laughter following her. The dragon stays curled in her hand, and she runs her thumb over it carefully, the dragon’s body warm and prickly to the touch.

A knight to a scholar in one conversation. She doesn’t even know how to write.

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

not being able to drive as an old-ass adult and therefore being a burden to everyone around you is so embarrassing. but it's the only option i have, thanks to My Poor Nerves

[inyunjin]

sometimes (it's okay to act)

ITZY - Hwang Yeji/Shin Ryujin - 2035 words

It’s 7:54 AM when Ryujin steps out of the elevator and into the basement of the JYP Entertainment building. Baggy sweats, a loose hoodie, and a pair of worn-out sneakers play the role of her wardrobe for the morning. A well-loved canvas bag hangs over her right shoulder while the two iced coffees in her hands jostle with every step.

When she arrives at the door to the practice room, she pushes it open with her shoulder. Instantly, she’s greeted with the sound of squeaking soles and music. She wasn’t expecting anyone to be there yet – the first rehearsal coming out of a weekend usually meant everyone lagging behind for one reason or another, but it all made sense when she saw who it was.

As always, she finds herself instantly captivated by the sight of Yeji dancing. Her eyes trail down the orange locks pouring out of the black baseball cap adorning the taller girl’s head. A small intake of breath accompanies the bellybutton peeking out from beneath the edge of a frayed white shirt with every pop and lock. Following down a matching pair of sweats – Yeji had thought it’d be cute if the both of them owned the same pair – Ryujin’s eyes land on a pair of sneakers that are even more run-down than hers.

It reminds her of how far Yeji has come.

How far the both of them have.

It’s 8 years earlier and they’re in the same spot they are now – a hopeless Ryujin staring at a clueless Yeji from the safety of a doorway. She remembers the night her anxious fingers typed out dozens of introduction texts before finally settling on one. She remembers the day after, how one moment she was looking at Yeji and the next she had her arms wrapped around her. 

But mostly, she remembers everything after that. The gasp coming from the girl at the sudden embrace. The way Yeji tilted her head down to look at her and the way her lips curled and how readily she relaxed into the younger girl’s arms when she realized who she was.

Ryujin remembers her name falling from Yeji’s mouth a moment later.

She remembers how she started falling the second after that.

And then, in real time, she watches Yeji fall right in front of her.

It happens fast – Yeji’s foot hits the floor at a weird angle, sending her body careening down to the rigid surface below – all of it punctuated with a loud thud and a sharp groan.

“Yeji!”

Ryujin doesn’t remember running – she just knows that one second she was standing at the doorway and the next she was kneeling on the ground beside the other girl.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She’s frantic. Words, eyes, and hands launch an uncoordinated assault to figure out what had just happened.

“I’m fine.” Yeji grimaces as she sits up. Her hand goes to rub her hip, the part of her that hit the floor first and hardest. There’s a moment when she’s just massaging her side, as if she doesn’t believe the words she had just uttered, but then she continues on. “It’s nothing, I just–” Her teeth clench and her mouth hisses as Ryujin’s hands reach for the traitorous foot that caused all this.

Ryujin’s eyes widen and the grip around Yeji’s foot loosens just so, making sure to stay secure enough as to not let it fall. “Is it your foot? Your ankle? Is it twisted?” She brings her face closer to inspect for any possible bruising or swelling.

“No,” Yeji shakes her head in response, though a frown is displayed prominently on her face. “It’s just that your hands are really cold and wet.”

Ryujin stops what she’s doing to look down at her. She looks at the two hands cradling Yeji’s foot. Then, she looks back to the iced coffees on the counter that she’s thankful she didn’t drop before rushing over.

Oh.

“Do you think you could help me up now?”

The words snap her attention back to what is going on – Yeji lying not-so-helplessly on the ground in front of her.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She removes her clammy hands from Yeji’s foot and Ryujin can see her discomfort disappear before her very eyes. “I can probably find someone to help or–”

Yeji silences her by placing a hand on hers and squeezing. “I’m fine, Ryujinnie. I wouldn’t hide anything from you.” She smiles an honest smile and offers another earnest squeeze of her hand. “I just wasn’t being as careful as I should.” She chuckles warmly. “I mean, that’s why we practice, right? So stuff like this doesn’t happen.”

Ryujin doesn't answer immediately. Her heart is pounding and telling her to keep pushing the subject, that this cursory examination isn’t enough and that Yeji needs a CT, MRI or maybe even JYP.

But that same heart is having its strings tugged on by the way Yeji looks at her and holds her. The small scrunch beside her eyes when she smiles brings Ryujin home and the pad of Yeji’s thumb rubbing a familiar spot on the back of her hand makes it feel like it.

It’s that part of her that ultimately wins out.

Ryujin sighs and looks down at the hand on top of hers. Yeji’s is slightly bigger and she likes how they fit against each other. “Okay,” she says with a small, defeated nod. Ryujin flips her hand upside down so that she can weave her fingers with Yeji’s and gives her a squeeze in return. “I believe you.”

Yeji’s smile widens and her eyes scrunch just a little bit more.

That makes it worth it.

Slowly, Ryujin rises up from the floor and carefully pulls Yeji up along with her. The moment they’re both on their feet, she pulls Yeji close to her until their waists are kissing. The hand that was enveloping the other girls tugs it back until it’s resting on Ryujin’s hip, while her other hand snakes around Yeji’s midsection to keep them close. It occurs without conscious intent, the memories in her muscles too loud to say otherwise.

This gives Ryujin another moment with her, one where they trade the panic of seconds earlier for quiet breaths and longing looks.

Her eyes stay as scrupulous as they were previously. However, instead of looking for the odd scuff or scrape that might have possibly marred Yeji’s face, she’s simply taking a tour on the pale expanse she’s traveled a thousand times before.

Yeji’s own gaze is nowhere near as sturdy, her eyes flitting away every now and then due to the intensity of Ryujin’s stare. Her cheeks redden at a particularly embarrassing instance – when Ryujin lingers on the mole near her jaw and parts her mouth to wet her lips.

“It’s not like I landed on my face or anything,” Yeji says, breaking the silence. “I think I’m fine.”

Ryujin looks up from Yeji’s mouth to her eyes and she smirks. “I’d say you look a lot better than fine.” She raises her eyebrows as well, just in case her message didn’t come across.

The rouge on Yeji’s cheeks deepens, accented by an exaggerated roll of the eyes. She pulls back from Ryujin just a bit, just enough so that she can lean back in and bunt their foreheads against each other’s.

“Is that why you came here so early?” Yeji giggles. “To flirt with your unnie?”

The sound of Yeji’s laughter makes Ryujin smile and she loves how she can feel her body vibrate when she laughs. “If I wanted to do that,” she said with a chuckle, “then I would’ve given myself more than 5 minutes, unnie.”

“What do you mean? It’s only–” Yeji turns her head to look at the clock on the wall and Ryujin can feel the air between them grow just a bit heavier. “Oh wow…” Her smile falters. “I must have lost track of time.” She turns back to Ryujin and tries to lighten the mood with another laugh, but all that does is make Ryujin suspicious.

“Yeji.” She’s squeezing the older one’s hand as she speaks. “How long have you been here?” The accusation is hard to hide, so Ryujin doesn’t even try. She knows that there’s no one more demanding of Yeji than Yeji herself, that sometimes what she thinks is best for the group comes at the cost of overworking herself and ignoring her needs.

And Ryujin hates that as much as she loves her.

“Not that long.” There’s no conviction in her voice. Yeji’s a terrible liar, and so she never lies. But that just makes it all the more obvious when she’s trying not to tell the truth. 

“You know we have that comeback show next week.” Yeji goes to take both of Ryujin’s hands in her own, as if this is some desperate plea or admission. “I just wanted to make sure I had everything–”

The distinct growl of Yeji’s stomach fills in the rest of her sentence. It says that she’s been here since before the sun had risen. It gives away that time better spent on breakfast was maybe spent on perfecting choreo instead. But most importantly, it reveals that the stumble from earlier wasn’t due to a freak accident or uneven floor, but carelessness.

A sigh tumbles out of Ryujin.

No, not carelessness. That would bely all the hard work Yeji’s done to drill into them how important a good night’s sleep and a healthy breakfast was. This was negligence – through and through.

Ryujin’s not surprised, but that doesn’t mean she’s any less perturbed. Yeji’s looking at her with the slightest lilt in her eyes and tiniest hint of a pucker on her mouth – a sign that she’s sorry for ignoring her own basic human needs, but that it will also totally happen again.

The thing is, if she forgives her now, as she always has, then Yeji will just keep on running herself ragged when there’s a deadline on the horizon and Ryujin is not okay with that. But before she can look into Yeji’s eyes and tell her that she forgives her and that everything is completely fine, the door swings open and reality comes flooding in.

“Morning everyone!!” It’s Yuna, bright and brash and bold. Unlike the two of them, she looks more ready to go shopping rather than dance practice.

Ryujin spares the girl only a quick glance before looking back to Yeji. There was a time when the two of them would’ve flown apart the moment the door opened, but their friends have come as far as they have. 

It’s no longer a surprise to see either of them in each other’s laps or with their arms wrapped around each other. And as for anything a bit more intimate than that, they’ve also all learned what it means to knock on closed doors and lock them if need be.

But this time Yeji does pull away. She takes the first chance she can to get out of the conversation she was just in and Ryujin can do nothing to stop it. The switch inside of Yeji’s head flips from “her Yeji” to “ITZY’s Yeji” and Ryujin is left alone in the dark.

“Good morning, Yuna.” Yeji approaches the youngest with a practiced smile and instantly launches into a new topic about the cute jacket she has hung around her shoulders. It does everything it needs to do, leaving Ryujin standing at the sideline by herself.

Absence fills Ryujin’s arms and concern starts to pool in her stomach. She continues to watch the back of Yeji’s head until Chaeryoung arrives and they can all officially begin their day. They start with stretching – though Yeji doesn’t need it – and then go to talk about what their plan is for later. It’s the same schedule Yeji had sent them in the group chat the day before and the same one she talked about over Facetime the week before that.

The entire time, she sees Yeji avoiding any chance she can to look at her.

So Ryujin watches her instead.

And she worries.

[alakeeffectboy]

sooooooo... you'll never guess what i found at a local record shop😳

[depravedangelbaby]

someone come play fight with me, I'll whimper and let you think you can overpower me.. then pin you down with an evil look in my eyes ♡

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

'haha, two ascended drops in one day? that'll NEVER happen again' I say, 2 days before it happens again. well okay fine I take that back NOW it will never happen again.

[sepiamestus]

Its supposed to be pride day at school and the moment i walk in i get jumpscared by people passing out jesus stickers. Its gonna be a long day isnt it

[ssreeder]

hiiii is it okay if I ask for the liab discord?

Yeah of course here you go!

[batwynn]

Friendly crab man. Friendly stab man.