know as in actually know, not just have met or know of, i’m more curious about on a regular basis who the oldest lgbt person is that you interact with. can also be someone you regularly interacted with/knew at some point and no longer do for whatever reason
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have been dying over the fact byregot was the poor man hyth dumped all his paperwork on. the man behind the legend. after a hundred years of this he took one look at hyth's husband's grand plan to save humanity and fucked off to the resistance immediately lol
to make it funnier, byregot was also thaliak's apprentice at some point (mentioned in thaleia). this man has been bullied by twinks his whole career
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Does anyone else hate that meme about only boys thinking about the Roman Empire and girls (and some gay men) gleefully being like “I only think about [insert current pop culture trend]”.
And it’s like continuing the meme that boys are intelligent beings, interested in history while girls are just…not
This coupled with the girl math thing, and also the “boys when they time travel vs. girls” and overall bimbofication trend. We’e going back in time where pretending to be stupid and vapid was the norm and it just alienates women who are proud of their intelligence even more from other women
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Do you think bugs fall in love?
Their small bodies host even tinier brains. Built to crawl through soil and rocks bigger than itself. Running on a simple software bouncing between eat, sleep, fight, flight, and copulate.
V1 is smarter than a bug. It must be. It’s a war machine, so it must be. Its programming is complex enough to fry several motherboards; the internals are heated from constant, unrelenting processing needs. If it updates its optical data intake to any greater degree than these rough, messy polygons, it’d surely perish from the overwhelming information.
V1 is built to kill first, survive second. To be fair, survival would ensure more killing, so it’d be more effective. Moving through the battlefield, culling lives, drawing blood. Perfectly aligned with its programmed objectives, then.
Gabriel is smarter than a bug. He must be. He’s an angel, so he must be. He’s one of the best soldiers in the heavenly realm. Armour and swords glistened with pride and justice. He sees all. He judges all. His loyalty and perfect track record have earned him a high rank within the order. Leaving behind the creaturely "it". His light burns hot and bright within his constitution.
Gabriel is built as a messenger of the Father, then a judge of Hell. To be fair, the role of a judge was assigned to him by the council, so he supposes that his placement can be summed up as the bearer of the divine authority to bring right to all other creatures. Perfectly aligned, then.
Bugs… Well, they’re the same. I suppose. Small beings. Running pre-programmed orders derived from centuries of evolution: eat, sleep, fight, flight, and copulate. No role. No responsibilities.
Bugs are built naturally and fully, unlike humankind; but formed and ready to go within seconds from their births, like machines and angels.
So. Do they live?
When the machine and the angel escape their chains, do they see themselves in bugs?
Bugs are born to live, temporarily, fleetingly, yet live nonetheless. Do they, then, deserve to live, freeing and meaninglessly. No role. No responsibilities.
So. Do bugs love?
Do they learn that they can go beyond their basic structures? Do they see their own reflection in each other’s compound eyes? Do they recognize each other’s bodies, scents, heat? Do they feel the desire for closeness?
To flutter wings like a dance of waltz. To brush antennae like butterfly kisses. To greet and caress and lie next to each other near their death.
To move through the sky in battle, in passion. To clash swords and fists and bullets. To greet and caress and lie next to each other near their death.
The same cells in the same blood coursing beneath the same suit of exoskeletons.
Machine, angel, bug. Boiled down to the barest essence of existence; crisp simplicity.
To live, to love.
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sorry im just thinking about forever and bad again, and especially forever's return from the nether. do you think that they'll be told he's back by the feds? do you think they'll just somehow know?
whether forever returns with the eggs or not, do you think there will be a frantic server of people searching for him as soon as they realize? do you think bad, baghera, pac, cellbit and bagi will be the most frantic? pac, bagi and bad huddled in a group, trying to reassure the demon that they'll find forever. bad who keeps doubting this is real but wants to believe so badly that forever is back. he still needs his flowers. it's certainly not because of the ache in his chest that's been there since forever disappeared.
do you think they all rush to the order just to see him trying to stumble his way away from the portal? mutliple people rush forward first, eager to check on him and to assure that he's safe. is he okay? did he find the eggs? what happened? why did you go alone? were you forced? a veritable waterfall of questions and statements.
the only thing that bad can do is stare for a second, he wonders if this forever is real. he lurches forward, steps unsure and eerily silent as the president is bombarded with questions and almost touches to try and check for wounds. the only thing bad can do is move forward and bring forever into a hug. bad's face tucked into the ash covered, burnt fabric of forever's ruined suit. they crumple to the floor before anyone else joins them.
it makes him a hypocrite, both of them really. to say never do that again. not alone. please. the unspoken 'i can't lose you's and the care. bad does not cry, maybe forever does. but they sit there together for a while. others join the hug eventually, baghera, pac, cellbit, bagi.
they all just sit and revel in the fact their friend is back.
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