#nothing lasts forever i guess

[vimse]

“Clone force 99 died with Tech.”

This should’ve been so obvious to me since a year ago when Tech Plan 99’ed but my toxic trait is that I notice stuff like this far too late.

But the progressive loss of their visual identity as CF99 throughout S3 (Hunter not wearing a bandana with the skull logo anymore, all of them stripping the colours off their armour, Echo literally losing his tbb era armour) totally makes sense. And this too…

Thanks for pointing that out, Crosshair.

[clownowo]

Guardian of the Eastern Gate and the One Entrusted with a Flaming Sword by God: Principality Aziraphale

[youryurigoddess]

Is this the right moment to mention that “Nothing Lasts Forever” is a title of a 1979 novel by Roderick Thorp, basis for the “Die Hard”? You know, that Christmas movie with Bruce Willis caught up in a terrorist takeover of a corporate skyscraper while visiting his estranged wife?

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 4 :)

[factorialsotherfandoms]

Pac is curled on the sofa beside Forever's bed, watching him rest. It has been over a day now and nearly two - his vitals remain stable, the machinery dug up to keep monitoring him a reassurance, but he is worried. People should not be unconscious for so long, and there is so good way for the group to feed him. Even if they could find an IV, who knows how to use it? And would they have the right things to put in it?

It might be Pac's own fault, he knows; for giving Cellbit notes which lead him to an antidote which did damage to them, or perhaps for falling to the drugs himself and so not getting the antidote to Forever before more damage was done. With the amount Forever had taken, who knows how badly it wrecked his system?

Everyone always reassured Pac when he spoke to them, and the words seemed true, but alone with Forever and the monitors... It is much, much harder to hold onto hope.

They had no Doctor on the island, the closest options being those who had saved allies lives on the battlefield, the potion makers, and arguably himself - Pac, unlike many of the others, was at least familiar with human anatomy. You had to be, to make some of Chume Labs' creations work - prosthetics, mostly.

Cellbit would be here soon, taking over to watch Forever for the last bit of the night while Pac got some sleep before his early start. They had arranged shifts between themselves, making sure Forever was never alone - Philza first, while the island was busy, then Pac as things started to die down, and then Cellbit in the dead of the night. Bad and Tubbo and Fit and Antoine and everyone else would come by and spend some time with him, too - even Slime, though he had somehow wrecked half of the furniture in three minutes there.

Accidentally, Tubbo said. Knowing Slime to be the only person clumsier than Pac, it is maybe even true.

Pac would have expected Baghera sooner or later, but... It really did just confirm that, like Mike, she is missing. More of the island ripped away, and people barely even noticed...

The eggs, Baghera, Mike... How can Pac protect anyone, when he does not even know truly what they were facing? When something so, so terrible the eggs fled without their clothes is coming, and still nobody knows what it even might be.

Cellbit is late, now - by three minutes, and then four. Pac tugs on his sleeves and curls deeper into the sofa, flickering between Forever and the door and dreading when it makes thirty minutes without contact and he can call Cellbit also lost once more.

Thankfully it does not come to that - at seven minutes and thirty six seconds late, Cellbit knocks at, and then opens, the door.

"Sorry, I couldn't get Tubbo to shut up," Cellbit looks exhausted and more than half way to death himself. "He might have found a lead on the eggs - we're not sure. Got some things to think on now, and going out again to look tomorrow."

"A lead?" Pac's ears perk up with his eyes.

"He found copies of their items in a room at the centre of a maze," Cellbit yawns a little, and sits himself down. "There's a roulette wheel in the centre, and its impossible to get to them - the kid managed to find a way, but when he spun the wheel lava poured down. Items were fine, but he's a bit singed."

Pac gives a weak but genuine laugh, "sounds like him."

Cellbit shakes his head.

"Sounds like you," Pac follows up with.

"I was never this bad."

"You were," Pac leans over, resting his head on Cellbit's shoulder, "and, if you knew half of the things he did about engineering, you would be much, much worse."

"... Did I scare you?" Cellbit's voice is quiet as he takes one of Pac's hands.

"Tubbo does too," Pac squeezes it, watches Forever breathe, and puts a little more weight on Cellbit's arm. "Is we all being safe and happy too much to ask?"

"It shouldn't be."

The silence reigns a little while.

Cellbit squeezes his hand, frowns, and continues, "but I suppose it must be. So we fight for it, and we work for it, and we use whatever we have to keep our family and friends safe."

"Forever is still unconscious, do you think I-"

"If it were the antidote being toxic, you would be with him, so it has to be damage the drug did to him," Cellbit is blunt about that at least. "You saved him. We'd have never found an antidote in time without you sacrificing yourself to get some. I mean, you know what the missing ingredient was?"

Pac shakes his head.

"The drug itself. And we would never have been able to steal some from Forever. We had plans to try, but a four digit combination lock with no clues? It would have taken hours. And then we'd have still had to work out what to do with it - we wouldn't have known about the fermented spider's eye without you taking it," Cellbit puzzles through it. "Really I was kind of useless to the whole thing - you got the drug, Bad had the brewing stand, Philza had the eyes... I didn't even know how to use the damn thing."

"I should teach you," Pac says. "In case it happens again."

"Please don't."

"If it saves someone..."

"I know."

Cellbit puts his arm around Pac's shoulder and squeezes.

Pac wriggles an arm behind Cellbit's back, and hugs him too.

"Nobody even knows if he'll be okay," Pac whispers. "I might have been too late..."

"If you were too late, I was too," Cellbit says. "It took me longer than it should to find everything, too busy reading other things, thinking of other enigmas... Delaying calling Philza and Bad to the meeting room because Bad says 'owo' and Philza typed back with a smiley face."

Pac laughs. He doesn't mean to, but he does, "paranoia get to you?"

"Have you seen this island!" Cellbit waves around with the arm not around Pac. "Everything is trying to kill us! Except for each other. All we have is each other."

He thinks of Foolish arresting him for a crime which never happened - Mr Mustard now safely in the capybara village. He thinks of the secrets and the lies and the nervousness; he frowns and he says "do we?"

"Yes," Cellbit says without a doubt. "If nothing else - I have you and Roier and Felps and Forever and Mike. I trust all of you."

"I trust you too," and Pac finds that he does. He thinks a little more and adds "I trust Fit. I'd trust Tubbo to save me but not with information or to keep himself safe. I don't speak much with Philza, but I'd trust him with Richarlyson and Forever. Bad, with our egg. I think... If I were in trouble, I think almost everyone would help in what ways they could. I think if they were in trouble, I would do what I can. I'm not sure I'd trust many of them with my family, but I'd trust them with me."

Cellbit smiles, "it's a lot, isn't it? So many people..."

"It really is," Pac whispers back. "When I was rescued... I don't think I've ever had so many people worried about me. At the orphanage there were even more people, but it was only Mike who cared, and then..."

"And then," Cellbit agrees. "Bad you can trust, and Philza too. I would vouch for them both on that."

"You sure?"

"They're not /family/," Cellbit says. "But if family's in danger and they're around, I wouldn't hesitate to ask them for help; Philza was even already planning something, with Fit and Etoiles, and it was about the plan I had before seeing your messages."

"You had another plan?"

"Kill Forever and take the drugs from his corpse," Cellbit winced. "Though given the strength of the antidote... I imagine it wouldn't have gone well."

"Without knowing the drug it seems like a good one."

"And you were the one who got us the information to actually save him," Cellbit hugs Pac closer. "I know it looks bad now, but... But he's alive, and healing, and /safe/. You did it Pac, you did it."

"We did it."

The number of affirmations and praise are a little overwhelming, enough so he almost missed the tears being blinked back in Cellbit's eyes.

He does not miss them, though, so Pac wriggles out and pulls Cellbit into a proper hug.

"He's safe now," Pac repeats Cellbit's words back to him. "And once he's healed, we'll find Mike, and Richarlyson, and find a way off this island. Just like we promised, right?"

"Right," Cellbit says, between silent tears. "Exactly. And I've got-"

"To sleep more," Pac finishes. "You don't think as well when you're tired."

"I've got to watch Forever."

"I mean tomorrow night," Pac rests his chin on Cellbit's head. "It's my turn to sleep now."

"Alright."

Despite the words, neither of them move an inch. Tonight, Pac falls asleep on that sofa, and in the morning he'll wake with his head in Cellbit's lap.

[derpinette]

i have a weird relationship with weight because i hated eating more than anything the moment i was ready for solids ( i hate chewing with my entire life always have & will ) which made me underweight for most of my life ( to this day ) & during late primary-middle school this made me actively suicidal because i felt like something was wrong with my sex because i just was not developing whatsoever prompting me to have a years long phase of trying to gain weight in any way i could ( #EPICFAIL by the way ) & i was already insecure but i felt seriously so unforgivably ugly after bullying not just at school but by adults of my entourage. but then i did in my late 15s which prompted the pendulum to swing in the other direction & suddenly i FREAKED OUT & thought well being skinny is pretty much all i have & know myself to be & clearly it is not going to last forever so i Better preserve it i was delusional about how skinny i thought i was actually i look stumpy & weird i have to prove myself. But now i am normal again kind of

[lordsovorn]

Oops, artist impostor syndrome kicking in. Long time no see, really long time.

[a-dream-seeking-light]

sevdaliza - nothing lasts forever ft. grimes

[trollocs-ooc]

Hmm grumblrs kinda dying bigtime rn

[zaritarazi]

the legends of tomorrow fandom really is so special to me. who else, when they see that i'm feeling sad, would go out of their way to start coming after tala & maisie for not being genocide supporters? in defense of caity? the most unemployed woman alive??? it's like, who else would want to distract me so fully, get my heart rate up so fast, besides the scum of the earth zionists that have always grown like pernicious fungus in the dark cracks of the legends fandom?

that have only ever seen their judaism as a token in identity politics?

who else but these despicable freaks with no real connection to actual judaism (otherwise they wouldn't be following a christian doctrine) would go out of their way to put themselves in my sights like this? who else wants a beating that badly? they've really had all their dreams come true. they've gotten an excuse to be mask-off racist, to finally express their active prejudice with the kind of selfish oblivion that only someone truly obsessed with social currency could accomplish. and they can try and say "well jews are in danger" as some kind of excuse. the only danger you're in is from me, under your fucking bed (for the purposes of comedy and entertainment).

it's the solipsism, it's the racism, it's the tone-deafness. truly, three paragons of zionism, absolutely exemplified by the leeches of the caity fans in the legends fandom - the only really active ones left, of course, because she cannot get a fucking job.

like i've been sitting here for about a year and a half like, it's not appropriate for me to point out that these toxic-positivity pinkwashers are true zionists through and through, in that they really do just lie about every aspect of themselves, in that they send nasty, despicable, islamophobic things to tala and then say they love the whole cast and the whole show.

i've been like, now is not the time to bring that into this. but they really turned out for me! they said to me "hey, rachel. we can see you're down. would you like to stomp on our necks to feel better?" and like, nothing is going to make me feel better about an ongoing genocide. but it's certainly helping my cardio. and i guess that's something

edit: i've been told these bitches got covid. and i want to say i never doubted me for a fucking second

[coquelicoq]

just filled 4 grids in half an hour...years of crossword database maintenance finally paying off

[teathattast]

'Cause people will say all kinds of things

That don't mean a damn to me

'Cause all I see is what's in front of me

And that's you

Well I may be just a fool

But I know you're just as cool

And cool kids

They belong together

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[dodofrogart]

Oh, Crowley. Nothing lasts forever.

[marklikely]

hey what is going on in tech right now that we keep having to do this "new buzzword dominating every conversation you have" thing every year