#trolley crisis

[drummuso]

i think all politicians in power should be required to only use the public health services in their country

[bellshazes]

the other day i drove past ollie's trolley omw to a different diner and i did think, as i often do, of the Memory Box bit.

[scientia-rex]

Long ask. I didn't see that you had answered anything similar.

How do I do activism? Yes, I could Google it, but I would rather learn from a stranger with claimed yet unverifiable experience on Tumblr than from a stranger with claimed yet unverifiable experience anywhere else, and I'm here and so are you and we can talk and have a [para]social interaction. I won't bore you with a condensed autobiography, but I have a lot of experience fixing mistakes, not unlike being a physician, but far less noble, what David Graber would call a "duct-taper". It's partly what led me to socialism. I fixed mistakes but could not fix the root causes and, when I investigated those causes, I ran into structure. I couldn't explain the human behavior I witnessed as human nature, because it wasn't my nature and, as far as I know, I'm human, so the only explanation I could come up with was that the structure of the company I worked for created the problems I was trying to solve, and I had no power to change that structure, and no desire to join the psychopaths failing up the corporate ladder. I expanded my thinking outward and saw the problem inherent in capitalism and all the associated -isms and -archies, all the while trying to figure out what I could do that could possibly change any of it. I dove into progressive politics, read theory, consumed all the lefty content I could find, and thought, and keep running into the same problems. But even if the root causes cannot be addressed, the effects still need to be, because the effects are people, hence activism.

How do I talk to congresspeople? I email them about issues, but am frankly afraid to call them. Shall I get voice mail, or does a person pick up? If the latter, I'm assuming it will be a secretary. I don't want to be mean to a person answering phones. I've been one of those people getting yelled at or threatened because of events I did not cause and could not possibly prevent or change and, maybe I'm oversensitive or have PTSD or just a hyperactive amygdala, but I cannot overstate the damage those negative experiences cause. Sure, in the grand scheme of things, the lives that can be saved or improved outweigh a few people's hurt feelings or possible psychological trauma, but I would prefer not to turn this into a trolley problem if at all possible. Maybe it's a stupid question. Maybe I'm overthinking it. I can be charming and I have no lack of empathy; I can politely disagree. Shall I have to argue with anyone? Or is it a thank-you-for-your-participation-I-will-tell-the-congressperson-have-a-nice-day situation?

How do I get a job doing good things for people? This is somewhat pressing as I quit my corporate job five years ago, to have what turned out to be a midlife crisis, and have been living off savings (that are running out) ever since. I want to help and don't want to be ashamed of what I do for a living. I've always been able to do anything I've ever tried to do, but I'm 45 with little formal education or qualifications, and am thinking it's maybe too late to go back to school. Most of the non-profits I see seem like little more than scams. And perhaps the most serious complication: I'm a loner, more out of habit than inclination. I'll spare you the background, but I have no connections and no idea how to make them, and I don't believe I have any particular skills so valuable that should confer an immediate advantage or demand for my labor, but then again I don't know what is in demand.

It's OK if you can't answer some of these things. I simply have no one to talk to about them who can give any actual advice and figured you might. Thanks.

How to do activism: The first thing you need to know is your axe to grind. It was easy for me. I've been out since I was 13, nobody ever believes a girl is bisexual, it's always "you want attention" or "you're secretly a lesbian." That was in 1997. I went through hell and I'm bitter about it. So when I realized I liked medicine, I realized I could turn my life into an extended revenge arc by moving home and telling everybody it's OK to be gay. Two birds, one stone. I work with a woman who didn't get her axe to grind until about three years ago. She realized she was fed up with people abandoning dogs. She's one of the most active volunteers at the local shelter now. She's saved a lot of dogs' lives. She didn't start out knowing anything about it, but she told the shelter she wanted to volunteer, and they've helped her grow through the rest of it. My husband works with the local food bank, because his mom's neighbor (who is a family friend and sweetheart) wrangled him in to serving on the board, so now in addition to board meetings once a month he goes in sometimes to do things like help his mom's friend unload trucks. Sometimes the cause picks you, sometimes you pick the cause, sometimes you are the cause. And no matter what the cause is, someone else is already working on it. Someone else already cares deeply and if you show up ready to be hands on and help out, with humility because you know that you don't know everything, they will help you learn how to be effective. I started out in medicine by volunteering at the emergency room near where I lived. I pushed a linen cart around and restocked gowns in rooms, and when I couldn't fit any more washcloths into drawers I cleaned doorknobs. One of the nurses once told me she really appreciated that I cleaned all the doorknobs, because it wasn't getting regularly done. I am in medicine now because of many, many people I asked for help and who helped me because they wanted to contribute to justice and equity in medicine, whether for queers or rural people or women. This is, and has always been, a combined effort. Alone we beg, together we bargain.

Calling elected representatives: Oh god I know, me too, calling strangers is the LITERAL WORST. I'm 40 and I'd rather pepper-spray myself than argue with a human on the phone. Wait until after hours and you'll get a voicemail. I like to leave voicemails that start with "My name is Dr. Rex, I'm a constituent of yours, and I VOTE, and I'm calling about ____." That's honestly about all it takes--when I was hanging out with the lobbyist she told me they keep lists with tick-marks for how many calls, emails, etc., they get on a topic. Calls count for more. The more effort you have to put in, the more engaged they know you are. So call, but if people scare you (and the people who pick up are almost always nice, if you do get a person, and they will 99/100 times say "thank you for your call, we will pass your concerns along to so-and-so"), call at night.

Going back to school is probably unnecessary. Spin your past experience aggressively and start applying to nonprofits. (You "took time off from the working world in order to sharpen your focus on what matters most to you," which will be whatever this particular group does.) It's OK if you pick a bad one to start with; most of them are shit-shows, and lots of them still accomplish good things. Nonprofits are a bloodbath when it comes to actually being an employee--they know that part of the compensation is the sense of living ethically and they will use your altruism against you--so keep your resume updated and be prepared to bail if grant funding doesn't come through, but most areas have food banks and pet shelters and human shelters and jails and medical clinics and hospitals (for every doctor who works at the local hospital there are at least 10 support staff by the numbers, and they are utterly critical and always under-staffed). Sometimes if you start by volunteering somewhere, once they realize you're dependable, you can get a job there. I am zero percent kidding about working for a hospital, clinic, or jail, by the way. Those are places I know well, and there are always civilian jobs available. You want to make a patient's day better? Be the front desk, front line staff who use the right pronouns and cheer them up.

I think it's completely reasonable to have procedural questions about how all of this works, and I am grateful to you for giving me a chance to talk about it a bit. Please feel free to ask any follow-up questions. And for reference, when I was just starting out in research at a time when the market for research-trained people frankly sucked, I applied well over 300 times and got well over 300 rejections (I was counting) before I ended up with a job that I loved (even though it was hellishly stressful and I made just barely more than minimum wage for working well over my alleged, salaried "hours") and felt like I was making a positive difference for the world with. And from there, I kept making changes as I realized what I wanted and needed. Just keep doing it. You don't have to feel good about every step, you don't have to know what you're doing, just keep putting one foot in front of the other as you try to figure out what will make you happy. Because nothing else is a good proxy for happiness, and happiness, for a whole lot of humans, means finding something meaningful to do in life. Helping others. Be okay with changing, be okay with sacrificing who you are right now for the sake of who you can become. You've survived four decades on this bizarre and cruel planet, and you have inherent, intrinsic worth as a human being. You deserve your own kindness.

[lovebotmo]

like the movies

chapter four - the feathered visitor

series masterlist

pairing: theodore nott x reader

wc: 1675

author's note: so so grateful that you guys are enjoying the story so far!!! its been incredible to be inspired and motivated when it comes to writing. i appreciate those who let me know they want to be on the taglist - lmk if anyone else wants to be added!!!

also if i missed someone my apologies!!! first time putting a tag list together hehe

song inspiration: how sweet it is (to be loved by you) by marvin gaye

Clambering into the compartment containing your friends after separating from Theo, you are greeted with expectant silence. Ten eyes peer at you with varying emotions; curiosity, caution, surprise, excitement, and intrigue all seem to swim in the faces of your dear friends.

Slapping your hands onto your knees, you smile nervously at them. “Well, what is it?”

“Don’t keep us waiting!” urges Hannah, who’s practically vibrating with excitement. “What was that all about? Running after Nott of all people.”

Your brows furrow unconsciously, “What d’you mean?”

Ginny laughs at your apparent confusion. “Nuh uh, Y/n. We all saw you go after Nott, no need to be coy now.” She winks cheekily at you. “Are you two seeing each other?”

You sputter at her brashness, “Me and Theo? There’s—”

“It’s Theo now, is it?” Padma asks. “When did he become Theo, eh?” Padma nudges your shoulder with her own.

“Oh, shove it, Pads!” You could practically feel the red rising in your face and neck at the undivided attention now being paid to your very short, tiny, essentially minimal interaction with a male specimen. You felt like a research subject whenever your friends interrogated you like this. “I was just worried Theo was going to miss the train—a very normal thing to be worried about considering he’s my potion partner and I bloody well can’t use his brain if he’s stranded in Hogsmeade! Besides,” you said, pulling at the sleeves of your wooly sweater, “that fight between Malfoy and him looked downright awful.” At that, the girls abruptly halted their aggressive probing, uneasily remembering the spat that had taken place very publicly in The Three Broomsticks. All, except for Luna, who continued to peer at you with that typical all-knowing, dreamy look of hers that seemed to suggest she knew better.

As if there’s anything going on between Theo and me. I barely know the guy…or almost barely know him…kind of know him?

Shaking the disorganized thoughts from your head, you turned to the girls to continue the conversation that had abruptly stopped at the tavern. A train ride filled with trolley sweets, gossip, and uncontrollable laughter soon led to your arrival at Hogwarts, just in time for the evening meal.

Retiring to your room shortly after dinner, you found that your housemates’ beds were empty. You guess that they were likely meandering around the grounds before curfew. You savored the silence and stillness of the room. However, all too soon, it was interrupted by an odd sort of sound.

Clink.

At first you ignored it, thinking something had just shifted in your room.

Clink…Clink.

This time, your eyes swept across the room, searching for whatever could be causing that sound. It didn’t sound like a water drip, someone in heels, or even coins moving around in a coin purse.

Clinkclinkclinkclink!

As the sound increased in volume and frequency, you realized it was coming from the window of all places, even though you were elevated relatively high in the tower containing your bedchamber. That is to say, no person could have been outside your room without the aid of a broom or the flying charm. You cursed under your breathe that the window was glazed, meaning you couldn’t see what lay on the other side. Undergoing a momentary crisis of whether you should open the window, you decided in a split-second to just open it and hope for the best. However, you made sure to grab your wand.

Can’t be too careful now, can we, Y/n?

Your hand grasped at the brass handle, quickly swinging the frame open. An autumnal evening gust of wind greeted you, along with something else.

What the fuck.

Perching on your windowsill, was a quaint tawny owl peering at you rather oddly. The bird cocked its brown and white feathered head as you did the same.

What the devil is a bloody owl doing up here? “I don’t suppose you intended to come up here, did you?” Looking at the owl, you noticed it was clutching something in its claws, a small parcel of sorts. “Is that for me?”

As if answering, the owl flew past you and landed on your desk. Its head cocked once more as if wondering whether you were going to join it or not. Realizing you were standing dumbly in front of the window and letting all the warm air out, you shut it. You did not lock it, however, anticipating that your feathered friend would be departing shortly.

You joined the owl at your desk, sitting in your chair. You were now eye level with the mysterious bird, its dark eyes gazing into your own.

“May I?” you inquired, gesturing towards the little package in its clutches. The fowl relented, gently releasing it onto the wood of your desk. Before allowing yourself to rip into the bundle, you pulled out a small cannister of crickets you kept in one of your desk drawers for when you visited your own owl in the aviary. Lightly placing it in front of the owl, you allowed it to treat itself while opening the unknown gift.

Inside, you found a small package of caramel creams, just like those you had gifted to Mr. Flume a few short hours ago.

“How…?” You looked to the bird who was still pleasing itself with your offering of crickets.

You couldn’t begin to wonder at who would have known to gift you that particular candy, who would have noticed your quick interaction among the thick throng of students that had filled Honeydukes earlier. No one had stood out to you in the little time you had spent in the candy store, wholly preoccupied with your candy exchange.

Where could they have even bought it from? It’s not like Mr. Flume even stocks this specific sweet, no matter how much I may beg the man to.

“You must have been flying for ages to bring these to me, I reckon.”

“Hoot.”

Laughing at the short, clipped response of the owl, your eyes noticed a small piece of parchment paper within the parcel. Grasping and opening it quickly, your eyes were met with the same script you had seen on the previous note that had accompanied the moly bouquet currently residing on your nightstand. Once more, the note was succinct and saccharine.

Y/n,

Sweets for you, sweetheart.

Yours,

Teddy

“Seems your owner fancies me,” you said to the owl as you carefully refolded the note. “I don’t suppose you would be able to give me a clue as to who they are?”

“Hoot.”

Sighing, you replied, “Alright, alright. I won’t badger you for answers.” You rose from your chair, intending to allow the plumed messenger to return to the aviary. The bird flew from its perch on your desk to your shoulder, its head gently rubbing against your cheek. You smiled at the little show of affection. Once more, you opened your window, allowing your avian visitor to rejoin the skies. Looking back at the caramel creams and clutching the note to your chest, a warm feeling began to leak out of your heart. Whoever your admirer was, he was rather…sweet.

A few caramel creams later, you were sprawled on your bed and surrounded by your friends as you recounted the entire rendezvous with the tawny owl. You shared the sweets among your friends, but you kept the contents of the note to yourself. Your friends had already seen the first note and none of them had recognized the handwriting. There was no harm done, really.

Besides, you thought, it’s kind of nice to keep something between just me and this elusive ‘Teddy.’

“You didn’t recognize the owl, did you?” asked Ginny. “Godric knows everybody can tell when I’ve sent an owl. That bloody bird, Errol, is hard to miss.” She gives you a vexed look that makes you chuckle.

“No, it looked like any other owl I’d have seen in the aviary. Anyway, there are hundreds of owls here, they’re not exactly easy to differentiate.”

“Well,” Padma says, “at the very least, we know that your little admirer is a third year or older.”

Hannah’s face shows her confusion, “How do you figure?”

“They were in Honeydukes, weren’t they?” Padma shrugs, “Whoever he is, he has to be, at minimum, thirteen years old to go to Hogsmeade.”  

Groaning, you flop back onto your bed, hands covering your face in dismay. “Blimey, I hadn’t even considered it might be someone younger than me. What if it is a third year? Fucking hell, I’ll never be able to live it down.”

Moving your hands from your face, Hermione smiles gently at you. “If it is a third year, which I seriously doubt, you’ll be gentle in letting them down. No big deal.”

“I’d be a laughingstock, ‘Mione,” you say grumpily.

“No, you won’t, Y/n,” replies Hannah. “Besides, it’s just the six of us that knows, right?”

“About that…” Ginny looks at you sheepishly. “I may or may not have possibly, accidentally let it slip when I was perhaps…potentially talking with Lavender…”

The redhead’s confession gets you to shoot up quickly from your horizontal position. “You did what?” You toss at a pillow at her, which, with her incredible athleticism, she easily intercepts. You frown. “Lavender is possibly the worst gossip I’ve ever met. I’d be surprised if Filch didn’t know about it.”

“It was an accident, promise!” Ginny exclaims, “Lavender asked if you were seeing anybody—I think she’s interested in Lee Jordan—so, I suppose she was trying to determine whether or not you were—”

“Ginny.”

“…Yes, Y/n?”

“I’m going to give you until the count of three.”

“Count of three—what for?”

“One.”

“Oh please, Y/n. I didn’t mean to—”

“Two.”

“For the love of Merlin—”

“Three.” At your last count, you sprint at the girl who starts to run from you as you chase her with your wand. She sharts to shriek with laughter, dashing as far from your incurrent wrath as possible.

“You’re going to get it, Weasley!”

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[dragonofeternal]

Hot take/unpopular opinion time?

While I understand the urge to give Legato something nice by having him be rescued by Vash instead of Knives and think there's some very cute art and thoughts out there...

That would not fix him and it would not make him happy.

Knives's "salvation" for Legato wasn't just an end to Legato's present suffering, it was the fact that he completed the work Legato could not, even left a sliver of life enough for Legato to take some vengeance of his own. He would NOT be content or happy just to be taken away from his suffering in a nonviolent way. Vash would saunter in, shoot to disable the people actively raping Legato, and whisk Legato away, forcing him to watch those bastards as they pick themselves up to keep living their lives. Their survival would needle at the back of his brain, bristle any time he saw something that reminded him of that time in his life.

And for all that I love Vash the Stampede, I don't think he could give Legato the kind of help he needed to survive and thrive again. Vash is kind of like a wildlife rehabilitator- he takes people out of crisis situations, helps the to soothe the hurt, but he doesn't try to get attached and he tends to quietly slip out once he feels like they've reached a space where they're stable and the danger is gone.

Vash doesn't give people answers, he asks people to look within and find them for themselves.

Except Legato had reached a point where he felt he *had* nothing left within. We see his eyes go dull, watch all hope leave them. And when he and Vash fight at the end of TriMax, we see Legato recognize that dull flatness in Vash's eyes too.

Vash cannot give Legato something he doesn't have.

Knives, on the other hand is FULL of GLORIOUS PURPOSE. Is it good purpose? Is it smart purpose? Is he doing anything other than flailing around like a muppet made of sharp objects and fear and anger most days? No! But it's a purpose and it MATTERS.

And it's a purpose he can share with Legato, who needs something to believe in, something to fill himself with again because he feels so fucking empty. With Knives, there's a ready answer for the yawning emptiness in Legato's soul.

I'm not sitting here going "becoming the number one Kool-aide drinker in the Cult of Knives was a good life choice for Legato Bluesummers" or anything like that, but I WILL say it's a choice that gave him the ability to keep going. It's a choice that makes him Legato Bluesummers and not someone else.

Because my other concern with Vash's attempts to impress morality on Legato is what I said at the very top: Legato is never going to forget or forgive the people who wronged him. He's not going to let go of wanting to kill and destroy and hurt. There is a trolley problem of one thousand three hundred and one lives versus Legato's singular personhood, and if he is monstrous to want vengeance, if he cannot be allowed to take vengeance, then the only answer is to flip the track from his persecutors to himself. It's a rather simple solution, when you don't feel like there's a reason to be alive.

(all manga caps are taken from @trigun-manga-overhaul)

[seek--rest]

I have read SO many people say that the plot of ATSV doesn’t make any sense or that Miguel/Gwen/Peter being “okay” with Miles’ dad dying is OOC and it makes me wanna tear my hair out because what do you MEAN it’s OOC????

Like that is such a CORE fucking part of Peter Parker and Spider-Man, to the entire mythos that you will try your fucking hardest and you will LOSE. You will LOSE HARD. The point isn’t that life sucks and then you die but that life sucks and then you die BUT YOU STILL NEVER STOP TRYING AND YOU KEEP GOING NO MATTER WHAT

Like we don’t know how they’re going to resolve the plot— this is genuinely just utilitarianism / ethics for babies / the trolley problem — and while I fully support miles (the immigrant/mixed kid/identity crisis metaphor is too fucking good) Miguel isn’t some big bad villain and neither are Peter B, Gwen or anyone else.

“Oh but Spider-Man would never let someone die for the sake of saving others”

I’m sorry did we all fucking forget the ending to insomniac?

some of you fundamentally misunderstand what Spider-Man is and it shows

[sophieinwonderland]

One of the Most Harmful Ideas I've seen is That Plurals Shouldn't Help Each Other

A person is tied to train tracks. They're trying to untie themselves. You happen to be walking by.

You have a saw.

What do you do?

Do you help or walk on?

If you help, you could end up cutting their leg. Maybe those ropes are tougher than they look? What if you try and you fail anyway? You can't free them before the train hits and now it's your responsibility.

...

Or how about an even more blatant trolley problem. A train is barreling down the tracks towards a person tied to the tracks. You have a lever.

If you do nothing, a coin flips. If it land on heads, the track changes directions. The person lives. It lands on tails, the person dies. If you do nothing, there's a 50% chance this person is going to die.

If you pull the lever, a D6 will roll instead of a coin. Now, if it lands on 1, the tracks stay the same. The person gets ran over. But if it lands on 2-6, the tracks change and they live.

Logically, by taking an action, you drastically increase the odds of survival.

But if it lands on 1, you might have to wonder if you failed. If this was the wrong move and if it did more harm than good to try. Maybe, you'll wonder, if the coin flip would have been better. If the coin would have landed on heads. And that's valid. But it shouldn't hold you back.

...

Perhaps another analogy could be coming across a family of cavemen who are freezing. You know how to build fire but they don't. If they don't know, there's a good possibility that they could freeze to death in the night. But if you do, maybe they'd misuse it. Maybe they'd start a forest fire. Can you risk it? Do you teach them how to make fire for themselves or refuse because you're afraid of all the ways it could go wrong?

...

I think there has been a lot of fearmongering in the community about the concept of plurals helping other plurals.

This came up recently over the topic of switching guides.

But I've also seen it before with the demonization of the Plural Association's planned warmline for plurals. (This also was paired with a conflation of Warmlines and crisis Hotlines. Note that these are not the same.)

The argument you see against plurals helping plurals usually boils down to, "what if something goes wrong? What if you accidentally give someone bad advice?" And while these are concerns you should try your best to mitigate, one should also ask "what if I don't help? What if I do nothing, because I'm afraid of how it could go wrong?"

I am not saying that there are no risks. Of course there are. But sometimes those risks are worth taking.

We need more plural support and resources in the world, and even though the warmline is taking much longer to get off the ground than expected, I do want to send a shoutout to everyone who was willing to volunteer to make it a reality, and I hope you can serve as an inspiration to others! 💖

[inlocusmads]

"We're A Serious Workplace!" ~ trystan x nora

More quick drabbles. Using @choicesfebruary2024 prompt "Eros"

wc: 1k-ish, teen and up

____

“Why is it called a Cupid's arrow anyway?”

“Hm?”

Nora lowered down the newspaper. She'd gotten side tracked five times now. What she was supposed to be doing was scouting potential clients and contacting them to help them with their missing hats, books, trolleys, strollers, you get the idea. Business has been slow these days. It was only after February 16th did you get the momentum going, categorically speaking. 

“Cupid's arrow. Why an arrow?”

“Well I suppose it has something to do with the story of arrows used commonly in Greek and Roman battlefields. Clearly was some kind of an -- important weapon to the Gods.” Trystan shrugged, drumming his fingers against the table thoughtfully. “Or maybe it is to show that love is blind. Since he appears to be blindfolded.”

“Doesn't that defeat the purpose of the arrow? It is all precise and everything.”

“You know what, I have no idea. It presents this moral argument.”

“Which is?”

“You cannot possibly punch them with love, can you?”

“And shooting people with bewitched arrows is somehow okay?”

“It hurts a lot less I am assuming. Magical arrows, different types - does it even pierce through the person's skin?”

“Most of the time it hits them like a paper ball or something.”

“Harmless. Exactly.”

“Still, arrows being associated largely with battles - is not exactly harmless.”

“Archery has evolved into a novelty sport.”

“Well so is -- uh, everything. Everything is a sport. Getting uh, groceries and -- uh, queuing. Jobs. Cellular services--”

“If that is your logic then everything is everything.”

Nora stared at Trystan before folding her newspaper.

“This is turning into an existential crisis.”

“Fair enough.” 

“I still don't understand it.” Nora shrugged. 

“Maybe it is not for us to understand.” Trystan started. “Love is this -- balloon people constantly pump air into. It does not need to consume every single aspect of our lives but it does. We love the things we do, the people around us - we love the deep seated dislike we have even though we cannot articulate it. We embrace contempt, we love to hate, we love to love and -- the balloon just keeps rising and rising with the air in and one day it shatters. And that's when you know you need to stop questioning things and just -- take where the river lets you go -- ouch! What was that for?”

Trystan massaged his shoulder where a scrunched up paper ball had landed squarely against it. 

“Proves my point.”

“Which is -- to attack me? I am appalled at your lack of sense of sympathy during these trying times.”

“No, I mean - Cupid should just use paper balls.”

“You can't possibly aim right with a paper ball.”

“I could aim left though. It's such a stupid joke, I'm sorry.” Nora reached into her drawer of torn pages and made a nice compact stone-like structure for optimal pelting purposes. She tossed it to her left. It bounced a little off the door and landed squarely inside the waste paper basket. 

“Beginner's luck.”

Nora threw her hands up in exasperation. 

“Fine. Professional’s luck.”  Trystan stood up to face her desk. He grabbed a book off the shelf. “I am going to hold this as still as I can. I am certain you cannot possibly land it on top of that cabinet right there.”

“This is a workplace.”

Trystan raised his brow. He didn't plead but Nora let out a sharp exhale and got to her feet.

“Oh shoot I am out of paper.”

“What do you mean, your desk is literally full of them.”

“You want me to tear papers from files? Really?”

“Cupid would sacrifice his paperwork in a heartbeat.”

“Cupid doesn't work a desk job. He gets to prance around and shoot people and make them fall in love.”

“Isn't that such a dream job?” Trystan perused through the book in his hand, as Nora searched for something to throw. “You get to take breaks whenever you like and cause problems for everyone, while you get to take a nice, happy vacation. I think he deserves to get reimbursed.”

“In what? Roman coins? Togas?” when Nora should be asking, “Why reimburse him at all?”

He thought for a moment. “A really nice retirement package. Also you are stalling.”

“I am not. I can't find a good throwaway piece of paper. Everything has some value. Trash is important. Bills? Important. Phone numbers I should have saved on my phone -- pretty darn important and-”

“How about that paperweight?”

“Seems fair. Pretty lightweight. Almost paper with the whole paper-mache thing happening in the -- okay --” Nora readied herself and she hit the book right in its dead centre enough to leave an impact. However, Trystan did not anticipate the exact weight and the sheer amount of brute force it could supply that he pushed back against the paperweight, as if he were playing tennis. The thing flew past Nora's head in a swift motion, shattered through the glass and never saw its place on the desk again. They had bigger problems to worry about. The giant gaping hole in the glass window probably being a .. problem for starters. 

"Oh --- fuck."

For a minute there was silence. Two minutes passed and neither of them could breathe. 

“Mafalda is going to kill us.” Nora whispered. 

“Well. You could just -- draw the curtains back.” Trystan said, covering the scene up. 

“And what if she pulls back the curtain?”

“A raccoon,” he decided. 

“No raccoons are pretty big.”

“Small raccoons.”

“No, no, too -- implausible.”

“A stuffed dolphin. I have heard it is recommended to be very specific when you -- well, when the truth is -- when the actuality does not match up with the truth you -- saw.”

“I don't have a stuffed dolphin.”

“Can just be my Valentine's Day present to you.”

“What would I do with a stuffed dolphin?”

“It is a hypothetical situation! We need a tangible -- foundation! Now -- perhaps I can look up some material details. How strong is fur anyway?”

“Rats?” Nora suggested.

Trystan thought about it. “Rats infiltrating the office. No. It is an army of rats. No. Just one rat. It skidded down the table, jumped high up to reach the window sill and it ploughed through the window and down on the street.”

“Exactly. So it works?”

“Sure.” Trystan shrugged nonchalantly. “Want to go grab dinner?”

“Yes, sure. Let's go.”

____

Once again not tagging people because.. drabbles lol. Drabbles. Drabbles everywhere.

[krawlernyannyan]

VERSION 2.0 STREAM MEGAPOST

They packed a lot of information into only an hour, so I'm warning you now, this is gonna be a mile long beneath the readmore. That said, I've put together all the gameplay-relevant information here for your casual review and convenience.

Story

Various factions from throughout the universe have been invited by The Family (Xipe's followers) to Penacony, the Land of Dreams for the first time to partake in their Charmony Festival. That description, as it turns out, is extremely literal - Penacony itself mostly consists of just a massive hotel, The Reverie, where guests fall asleep and enter a shared collective dreamscape where the "real" Penacony exists.

The first Dreamscape we're visiting as part of the v2.0 story is "the Golden Hour" (the big nighttime cityscape we've seen in so many teasers up to this point). The core idea of the place is "the time just before midnight", and the wish for "today to never end" and for tomorrow to never come.

The story for the Penacony arc, in contrast to the previous storylines we've played through, is described as "chill, carefree, [and] upbeat" where there's no imminent crisis to solve and your primary goal is enjoying your vacation to the fullest.

The Penacony story will be playing out over versions 2.0, 2.1, and 2.2, with an epilogue in v2.3, and was described as "Star Rail's biggest story ever".

Environment

There's a statue of Clockie in the Golden Hour that we can upgrade and change as we progress through Penacony.

Time and gravity are frequently warped in Penacony, and moving in multi-dimensional space is a recurring mechanic. This includes walking on walls, achieved through the "Dreamwalker" mechanic. Dreamwalker utilizes charges to change gravity that can be refilled.

Two specially mentioned settings are Dream's Edge (the outer limits of Penacony and a construction site for the dream) and A Child's Dream (an area where the Dreamwalker ability is used to explore the largest wallwalking room on Penacony).

While exploring Dream's Edge, players will need to complete walkways using perspective puzzles in order to navigate and explore.

Dream jigsaw puzzles are spread all over Penacony, and hide walkways, treasure chests, NPCs, etc.

Characters

Black Swan (Wind/Nihility) is a diviner and Memokeeper for the Garden of Recollection (Fuli's faction) who can turn people's stories and memories into cards. She uses Tarot cards as her main source of attack, though the Tarot system has been simplified for the benefit of players. When she uses her Basic Attack or Skill it inflicts enemies with the "Arcana" card, which acts as a DoT that grows in strength as more stacks are added and the cards upgrade. She's described as working especially well with damage-over-time compositions but being versatile and able to work with other teams as long as you can keep stacking up Arcana.

Sparkle (Quantum/Harmony) is a member of the Masked Fools, and a classic Fool who is always in pursuit of "elation". She mechanics seek to break the rules of the game itself; while she's in the team the party's maximum Skill Points increase beyond 5 (even restoring SP via her Ultimate). She allows the team to deal more when using SP, and her Skill allows her teammates to break the restrictions of turn order by advancing their actions (to a certain degree).

Misha (Ice/Destruction) is a doorman for the Reverie, full of interest for the world outside Penacony but who has to settle for overhearing conversations from guests to satisfy that curiosity. Misha's main weapons are a mop and a luggage trolley, which can cause chaos and get water over enemies. His primary mechanic is that the more SP the team uses, the more motivated Misha gets, resulting in greater damage (including from his Ultimate). This Technique can create a time-stop area that fully pauses any enemies caught in it.

Warps

Black Swan is the main five-star of the first half of v2.0, along with her Light Cone Reforged Remembrance. Misha will be appearing as a four-star in this half of the update.

Dan Heng - Imbibitor Lunae and his Light Cone Brighter Than the Sun will be rerun during the first half of the update.

Sparkle is the main five-star of the second half of v2.0, along with her Light Cone Earthly Escapade.

Jing Yuan and his Light Cone Before Dawn will be rerun during the second half of the update.

Events

Sparkle and Black Swan have a shared Companion Mission, "Masquerade Duet", where players will get to learn more about their respective stories.

In "Hanu's Prison Break", the Trailblazers are brought into a dreamscape where SoulGlad has been outlawed and they must lead a rebellion and take over a prison. A lot of individual mechanics in this one, including a "human pinball" section, a mirror maze that Clockie has to be guided through, and a segment where you turn into Hanu to break through prison security.

After completing Prison Break, Trailblazer will get to choose one free four-star character (between Guinaifen, Sampo, Asta, and Yukong) as their reward.

The ability to alter people's emotions will be a mechanic that is introduced as a way to interact with NPCs.

The Dreamscape Pass is a feature that will allow players to track and remember their adventures in Penacony vis-a-vis collectible stickers you obtain through the story and missions.

The Dreamchaser Bulletin is a feature designed to quickly acclimate players to the new metropolis by giving them set challenges and battles to solve on a daily basis.

In Dreamjolt TV, a local television station has been hijacked and the Trailblazers have to fight special battles in order to restore the airwaves and regain lost viewers.

In the Penacony Food Fest, you bring raw materials to the Clock Diner so they can create delicious food (and get you rewards).

The Gift of Odyssey event is returning for another free ten pulls, but the Starchaser's Gift check-in event will give another free ten pulls.

Enemies/Bosses

"For certain reasons", Sam of the Stellaron Hunters will be fought during this update. Sam can consume his HP to greatly increase his combat abilities, while also igniting the battlefield in a scorching blaze.

A new enemy, the Lordly Trashcan, can be encountered in each area of Penacony. Their gimmick is that they begin battle with no Weaknesses and take little to no damage, but take on the Weaknesses of any attacks they've been hit by.

As a result of negative emotions surfacing in the dreamscapes of Penacony, enemies can appear on Penacony. These can be divided into distinct factions, namely the Dreamjolt Troupe and the Memory Zone Meme.

The Dreamjolt Troupe are based on the local delicacy of Penacony, SoulGlad, and are warped distributors and transporters of the beverage. The only specific member described was the Sweet Gorilla, which can spray soda over your party.

Mr. Domescreen was originally a television performer, and its primary mechanic is swapping between various faces (switching between supporting your party and attacking them based on which face is active).

The Memory Zone Meme have more abstract forms as they're based on deeper subconscious thought. Mentioned members are the Allseer (based on "vision"/"sight") and the Heartbreaker (indicative of the idea of fragile hearts underneath sturdy bodies).

A specific Memory Zone Meme discussed in detail is the "Something Unto Death", which has a potent ability to instantly kill party members and ensnare their souls within Sombrous Sepulchurs and will remain dead until they are broken. This ability triggers after receiving a number of attacks, indicated by eyes along its body lighting up red.

Relics & Materials

The Pioneer Diver of Dead Water set allows equipped characters to deal more damage to enemies afflicted with debuffs.

The Watchmaker, Master of Dream Machinations set increases Break Effect for the whole team. This and the Pioneer Diver set will be obtainable in a new Cavern of Corrosion on Penacony.

A new Quantum Ascension material, Dream Flamer. This is the material needed to ascend Sparkle.

A new Ice Ascension material, Dream Fridge. This is the material needed to ascend Misha.

New Trace materials for the Paths of Destruction, Nihility, and Harmony will be introduced. All of the characters introduced in v2.0 will use these materials.

New Light Cones will be added to the Light Cone Manifest Store (the one operated by the Memory of Chaos Memokeeper and Youci). These are in addition to the Light Cones already in the store, not replacing them.

System Improvements

The new Fate's Atlas system will gives players the ability to look at a strict timeline of events in the story and gain a proper understanding of when certain missions happened in relation to each other. This includes main story missions, compansion missions, and plot-critical side missions.

Players will be able to designate 3 support characters instead of just 1. The related Starfaring Companions section is also being bumped up from 3 to 5.

When levelling Relics, you can now allocate materials to reach specific level thresholds automatically.

The Relic Recommendations feature on characters has been improved to give greater understanding for users and make it easier to swap between sets. Relic filtering has also been improved.

Penacony and Version 2.0 release on February 6th.

[firespirited]

in the past few weeks, I have had to witness multiple posts by abled people, disabled people and people on the cusp of disability that amounted to "If I found myself unable to ethically generate profit, I'd choose ethics", sometimes with examples of disabled folks pimping themselves as freak shows.

(If you find that assessment harsh i'll remind you that it's none of your business how the disability community views inspiration porn, burn survivor testimonial books, paraplegic coaching courses and the likes.)

Let's take a closer look and unpack a little. There is nothing "ethical" about a system that makes you generate profit to be allowed to survive. If you find yourself unable to survive and have to resort to "unethical" insulin from dogs or selling drugs for example: are you being unethical or is the system that doesn't guarantee you any human rights at fault? ---------------------------

I would like to extend a heartfelt fuck you to everyone who's made all of us disabled folks have to go through these "trolley problems" with our real lives at stake since benefits got demonized, since austerity after the 2008 crash and during the ongoing pandemic and climate crisis... and still wheel us out for the hypothetical thought experiments of whatever AI assistance, marriage rights, sex work, police brutality and bodily autonomy is on the menu today.

Because we keep showing up, putting in our testimonials and all our efforts when the fight never had our rights as an end goal. We do not have marriage, we do not have UBI, we still get brutalized for being ill in public and rot in jail more than able-bodied folks, we beg for medicine or get sterilized at the whims of the state (plus the intersections on top of all that).

So please, if you have any humanity left, do not use fringe case disabled people in your debates as a rhetorical gotcha.

And keep in mind that we are you: as you age, if you get a bad covid case or a car accident. Might want to keep that in mind when advocating for your own rights, at least leave the door open maybe?

[thesickpanda]

Breakdown After Breakdown

So interest rates have gone up, making paying our already HUGE mortgage even more difficult. Partner’s wages aren’t exactly rising. And the cost of food is so high the government is now investigating our two big chain supermarkets for adding to the cost of living stress on the populace.

All this is happening at a time when my partner and I are experiencing major burnout, enduring family drama, and I received some truly terrifying health news (my GI tract is very literally melting from off-the-charts inflammation and I am at high risk for colon cancer, among other things).

 We have been saddled with so much bad news and hardship that we feel we’re about to lose our minds, so we go fuck it, we NEED a break, and booked a cheap motel for two nights over Easter near a national park. We had the modest ambition of spending time in nature looking for orchids and birds.

Yeah, we got one day of that before our old second hand car (which we bought for a few thousand dollars from the side of the road last year) decided to break down for the umpteenth time, and we spent 12 hours of the second day of our 2 day vacation just trying to get home (eventually being towed). The SAME DAY my partner got a virus on his ancient laptop and my mobile phone started to fail. We purchased a new, bargain basement phone in town while waiting for the tow truck to arrive, and less than 2 weeks later I dropped it and smashed the camera on it. YAY.

So no break for us. Fine.

But then shit kept hitting the fan. When we got home, MY computer started to sputter out and die. We cannot afford a new computer right now, as we’re paying off a ton of medical expenses for me, so a week later my partner bought parts for it and rebuilt it himself.

And then there’s the car situation.

Since Easter, 3 mechanics have looked at the car, can identify there is a major problem, but cannot FIND it. So it remains broken. My car is also really old and sprung a leak in the boot and got soaked after a storm, so that now it stinks to high heaven from musty mold.  But we cannot afford another car, so OH WELL. I have a severe mold allergy and a sensitive nose but we cannot afford to valet it, and partner has sincerely had no time to clean it.

Then: our vacuum cleaner broke and the very next day the lawn mower broke, too. The mower repair shop would not even repair it because “that brand is such a cheap piece of shit it’ll just break on you in a few more days and I don’t wanna be held liable”. Wow.

And then this morning the towel rail broke after I hit my head onto it for the millionth time, and the wheel came off the laundry trolley for the second time before a huge load of towels finished in the washing machine. I am already disabled and currently have an inflamed nerve in my right foot, so the lack of a trolley is REALLY not helpful.

This is the week I have to spend an ungodly amount of money on three separate medical professionals and order a very expensive medical test to maaaaybe find the pathogen destroying my gut.

I recently watched a TLDR Global news video about the fertility crisis in South Korea and the world at large and it rightly points out house prices and cost of living being a deterrent for people to have babies. Under the video was a comment that I feel sums up what it is like to be alive in this 21st century:

“Long working hours. Low wages. High costs. No chance of ever owning a house. 0 work-life balance without a child, let alone with one. Layoffs left right and center. Hard if not impossible to get a job even with experience. Life is stressful as is already. Low standards of life. Nothing is family friendly - work, life, schools etc. A lot of the institutions still have the same mentality of - man works, woman stays at home, and it just doesn't fit how people want to live now.”

We are childless and partially own our own home (and only with assistance from the Bank of Mum And Dad as the boomers love to call it) and WE are struggling. How the HELL is humanity going to keep going like this? I am so worn down by the grind of everything, and relative to fellow millennials, we’re doing WELL. The only freedom is money, which the vast majority of us do not have in amounts that would actually afford us quality of life.

All I can say in the face of all this, is fuck capitalism.

And also fuck Australia, which appears to be its biggest bitch at the moment:

Source: TLDR News Global

[allwaswell16]

This is a fic rec of my favorite Louis/Liam fics as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

❤️ Only Hate The Road When You're Missing Home by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(M, 49k, famous/not famous au, famous Liam, not famous Louis, second chances, marriage, secret relationship)

Louis hadn't seen Liam in three years and seven months.

❤️ Love in Slow Motion by @hkafterdark

(M, 23k, youtuber Louis, marriage proposals, quarter life crisis, best friends Louis/Harry, minor Harry/Nick Grimshaw)

Louis had been proposing to Liam on and off for going on four years now.

❤️ Miss Missing You by harriet_vane

(M, 16k, amnesia au, established relationship, car accident, injured Louis, angst with a happy ending)

Louis wakes up after an accident with a year of memories gone and something not quite right about his relationship with Liam.

❤️ Can I Be What You Like (series) by Phillipa19

(E, 16k, boxing au, boxer Liam, pining, childhood friends, friends to lovers, dirty talk, smut)

With Liam’s rising fame after every fight Louis doesn’t want to be left behind for all the glitz and glamour by the best friend he secretly loves with all his heart.

❤️ in your hands by carissima

(M, 13k, camboy au, camboy Liam, camboy Louis, porn, masturbation)

Liam’s decided to play dress up for this session and has somehow stumbled on Louis’ favourite fantasy. Mechanic Liam, dirty, rough and smelling of cars and sweat, looking ready to mess Louis the fuck up.

❤️ Dust Off Your Highest Hopes by pukeandcry

(T, 13k, high school au, drama kid Louis, jock Liam, homophobia, bullying, kissing)

Louis has a spot, way in the back row of the school theater, the last little aisle of three seats in a row that are tucked up next to the sound booth. 

❤️ I Got the Recipe (And It's Called Black Magic) by @fallinglikethis

(T, 10k, magic, spells/enchantments, humor, hurt/comfort, pranks, pop star Liam, celebrity crush, insecure Louis, magic Liam, implied smut)

Louis needs to believe in love again, and with a little help from Almost-Liam Payne, Harry makes it happen.

❤️ All The Small Things by restless_rebels / @restless-rebels

(NR, 6k, a/b/o, alpha Liam, omega Louis, uni, first meetings, implied smut)

Louis finally looked up, staring at the same boy from the laundry room, his hair dry and soft looking, a short quiff at the top of his head. “Hey, uh, Liam, right?”

❤️ Christmas won't be the same this year by @dearmrsawyer

(G, 7k, neighbors au, Christmas lights, angry Louis)

Liam is a suburban dream. Louis hates him and his Christmas lights.

❤️ The target that I'm aiming at (I'll get that message home) by Mildly_Maddy

(E, 6k, canon, tour, OTRA, canceled Belfast concert, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, smut)

Set on the night of the cancelled Belfast concert. Liam mourns his relationship with Sophia. Louis's not very good at cheering people up (at first).

❤️ strike the match, play it loud by carissima

(T, 5k, canon, tour, oblivious Liam, jealous Louis, cockblock Zayn,

Louis is jealous. Liam is oblivious. Zayn is a terrible cockblock.

❤️ All Dolled Up by checkthemargins

(E, 4k, intercrural sex, lipstick, sap, smut)

Louis is full of good ideas, and lucky enough to have a Liam, who always goes along with them.

❤️ Choo-Choose Me by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(G, 3k, ticket inspector Louis, commuter Liam, trains, meet cute, crushes, kissing)

Liam is a commuter with a crush. Louis is the chirpy ticket inspector who occasionally mans the drinks trolley and sometimes makes announcements, his broad Yorkshire accent fighting the outdated train speakers. 

❤️ Make Your Mark by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 3k, uni au, party, friends to lovers, love bites, lipstick, marking, sexual situation)

When one of Liam's classmates isn't getting the hint that he's not interested, Louis suggests they make him look unavailable.

❤️ Christmas Glitters by @loulovehome

(G, 3k, Christmas, humor, crafts, baking, fluff)

The one where Louis and Liam are in love and make Christmas cards for their neighbors which ends up in the trash can.

❤️ Hesitate by @allwaswell16

(E, 3k, uni au, friends to lovers, break up, getting back together, angst with a happy ending, smut)

A college au where Liam and Louis went from childhood friends to lovers to exes and back again.

❤️ Those Hometown Lights by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(E, 2k, friends to lovers, home from college, zoom, lock down, masturbation)

“Sometimes I can’t tell if I look any different, but I guess those squats are paying off,” Louis says with a laugh.

❤️ still, somehow by @disgruntledkittenface

(NR, 1k, girl direction, hair cut, established relationship, depression)

Louis trims Liam's split ends.

❤️ who's gonna cuddle a zombie? by be_thee_a_fool 

(G, 666 words, meet cute, haunted house, mistaken identity, humor, fluff, Halloween)

Liam accidentally holds Louis' hand at the haunted house

[eye-symbolize]

You know, i post a lot about Nureyev, and the reason for that is because I can project on the guy easily. Why? This guy has some hardcore ADHD. Just, oh my god. 

Strong Moral Compass? He murdered Mag to save a bunch of people he didn’t know, because it was wrong. That fucker knows the answer to the Trolley Problem, holy shit. 

Focused During a Crisis? This man would be so dead if it weren’t for the fact that he works well under pressure. What do people with ADHD do all the time?? 

Packs Things Away For Later - and then forgets what he was trying to put away. Remember that line during the Gala episodes? Something something, I’ve put so many things away to back to away that I can’t remember them anymore or something like that. That is just PEAK ADHD. 

Messy ass room. Doesn’t eat normal meals. RSD. 

This man never got a diagnosis for these things, but oh my god it’s just so obvious. Peter Nureyev high key has ADHD, and I could write an essay on it. 

[exhausted-pigeon]

Things that need to exist: a fic called "The Cain Instinct" where Cass is adopted earlier by Bruce during Jason Robin time.

The important part is that we are going with Shiva has Jason mother and the two of them has twins separated at birth (I have my own headcanon for how that works but it isn't the focus there!), and they hate eachother on sight. It's not even difference in philosophy or anything real, they just see eachother and in their head the Kill Bill sirens go off.

This isn't with retconed "Jason was a terrible child" we are going with original post-crisis pure sunshine Jason, and weird gremlin Cass.

The very important thing is that no one knows that they are related until years later. This is very important for the comedy effect.

Look this has so much potential for both feels (Jason being jealous and insecure because there is this new kid that is now taking his place and seem to be fucking invincible! Cass being hurt and uncomfortable in this new ambient and people that don't like her and she doesn't understand the rules!) And shenanigans (just the prank war that this two would start, also Jason surviving and both of them being in the Titans at the same time, like on the field they work together like a charm but outside of missions you have to physically separate them unless you want a murderer happen over the last cookie)

(Also them growing together and clashing over different philosophy, because Jason may not become Red Hood but I do think he would end with a philosophy that prioritise the safety of potential victims that the life of someone that has shown no indication of change) (and I don't this would be a conflict where one of them can win, trolley problem and all, it would just be one of their many constant arguments)

I don't think I have explained this idea well but I'm tried and words are hard.

But please if someone has something to add do it! I hope you like this idea.

[haneys]

I csnt stop thinking about how there's so much wasted storytelling potential in overwatch, especially with the characters that didn't get to be the fandom favorites. like one of my favourite champions was orisa and there was SO much that could've been done with her. Literally just putting her in a trolley problem situation. Orisa, the protector of Numbani, programmed to save the people at all cost. What would happend if she was placed in front of a evil vs lesser evil situation, ESPECIALLY since she's an omnic following her programming? Or what if she FAILED to carry in her mission, defeated by Doomfist for example? Shattering the hope of the people who she swore to protect? How would Efi cope and react?

Or like. Reinhardt, Torbjorn and Bastion. Now that Bastion is officially under Torbs care on ow2. How would Rein react, knowing that he's the omnic crisis veteran who lost his mentor and many comrades to the omnics during the war, seeing his best friend, trusted and closest ally shield a BASTION. Rein's loterslly the God father to Torb's children AND has his DAUGHTER as a squire. Show me CONFLICT. Because the onky time Rein "grew" past the HAHA COMERADEST LETS US FIGHT WITH HONOR thing was in his cinematic short... and it was onky because we actually saw the Past self of Rein changing after a traumatic event into the current Rein, so that's bit even really. New character growth.

And Symnetra and Zenyatta were SO SLEPT ON. Literally the "X has more lore than Zen" used to be such a meme. Like he's litersly such a good oppirtinity to explore themes such as what truly is humanity and what does it mean to be human? When exactly does the consciousness of a being becomes worthy of recognition and respect? Do you even HAVE to experience "humanity" to be seen as an equal? Etc etc like it's LITERSLLY RIGHT THERE the most obvious shit. Or like. COMMUNITY. What does it mean to find strenght in a community? What if such a community happens to get inflated with false hopes and an loop of like toxic positivity feedback where you loose sight of how life actually looks like outside of the bubble.

And Symmetra... Literally just her finding out that the Vishkar is actually the bad guys. Having to cope with the idea that she's been manipulated all this time, doing wrong while she believed she was a positive change in the world. How would her autism and extreme difficulties with change influence her reaction to basicislly her whole moral compass shattering. Symnetra meeting Lucio. I know we've got the Sym Zen story (THANK GOD but it's been 5 years. cmon) and it was a step in the right direction but not enough at all.

I'm not good at wording myself but it's just so frustrating to see so much potential in something but people doing fuck all with it. How does Mei cope with being the only one to wake up from a coma ami gst the frozen bodies of her dead friends and colleagues. Years in the future, trapped in an abounded base. What wpuld Genji have to do to break down Zarya's walls amd warn her trust and respect. Conflict between D.VA, a new gen soldier and Soldier76, a veteran of the past. Ughhhh there's just so much neat things that could be done with these characters. Can bl*zzard alrwady hand them all over to me. At least I'd fuck around and find out instead of whatever the fuck they're doing. - _-

[isabelladesoto]

SAN FRANCISCO Eren & Naomi

@demircie

She needed out of town, just for a little while- a long while. Too many familiar faces and mistakes, and she was itching to run- not far, but far enough. Hopping off the trolley near her favorite club Naomi weaved in and out of bodies not stopping on her pursuit of the thick bass until her shoe came untied and she fumbled forward into a hard body, her fingers twitched and her eyes rose to his face prompting a flush of color as a memory blossomed for a single night not long enough ago to forget. Once was a coincidence, twice even- but Naomi couldn't help the thought that both times her life had ever been the lowest he shows up. She wasn't willing to have a third crisis to test her forming theory, but still a knowing smile as she righted herself, "Shoes untied." She said as a way of greeting, eyes dropping to her shoes. "Wanna help a girl out? This dress is too short to tie my shoe without giving a peep show to everyone."