Wrote this for an old, old, old ficlet meme which I am still way too far behind on. It’s for remorsebot, whose Rinzler is a thing of
terrorbeautyamazingness, and it references my central conceit from loop while answer, because I find it a handy bit of headcanon for situations like this.Fandom: Tron (pre-Legacy).
Genre: G, gen, angst.
Summary: Everyone has a breaking point. Some just haven’t found it yet.
Title:might as well be walking on the sun
The little program didn’t change much. He was one of the incorrigibles, a minor crowd favorite, frequently advancing to the final round, as if he enjoyed being derezzed over and over again. He fought with enthusiasm and ingenuity, tender toward lesser opponents but giving his all against more powerful ones.
He played the game. Rinzler liked that. It was his offtime behavior that needed work.
For anyone who only sees gender and sex in black and white, here’s proof by the lovely humon that nature is just as fluid with representations of gender and sex as we are.
love this. The cuttlefish mating one blew my mind!
these need to be turned into pamphlets and handed out to people.
for serious.
SERIOUS.
America: Do whatever the fuck you want because America
Does anyone actually follow that ettiquette in England?
Because my understanding of tea ettiquette in England is: OFFER YOUR GUEST TEA AS SOON AS THEY ARRIVE - GIVE THEM THE LARGER MUG, BECAUSE THEN THEY CAN HAVE MORE TEA IN IT, AND MORE TEA IS BETTER - OFFER THEM MORE TEA AS SOON AS THEY HAVE FINISHED THEIR MUG OF TEA, BECAUSE MORE TEA IS BETTER.
IF SOMEONE LOOKS STRESSED, OFFER TO MAKE THEM TEA. IF SOMEONE LOOKS UPSET, OFFER TO MAKE THEM TEA. IF SOMEONE LOOKS TIRED, OFFER TO MAKE THEM TEA. IF SOMEONE HAS JUST COME IN FROM THE RAIN, OFFER TO MAKE THEM TEA. IF SOMEONE HAS JUST RECEIVED BAD NEWS, OFFER TO MAKE THEM TEA. IF YOU ARE WATCHING TV WITH SOMEONE AND THERE IS AN ADBREAK, OFFER TO MAKE THEM TEA. IF YOU ARE MAKING YOURSELF TEA, OFFER TO MAKE EVERYONE ELSE TEA. IF SOMEONE IS NOT CURRENTLY HOLDING A MUG OF TEA, DOUBLE CHECK THAT THAT IS AN INTENTIONAL STATE OF AFFAIRS, AND THEY DO NOT, IN FACT, WANT A CUP OF TEA.
TEA.
^ MY PERSONAL TEA POLICY
Adding to the immediately-above:
Ditto for Ireland. Additionally, in some parts of Northern Ireland: WHISKEY alongside the TEA. (And possibly in some parts of the Republic as well.)
Daily etiquette:
- Anyone who sets foot in the house is offered tea.
- Anyone inside the house who’s (a) under stress or (b) assumed to be so is offered tea multiple times until they say yes.
- Anyone working outside the house on your property, for however brief a time, is offered tea. Again, until they say yes (because work is universally presumed to be stress).
Additional protocols:
- Home baking of whatever sort beats biscuits.
- Biscuits along with the tea are better than just tea.
- But just tea will do.
Wash, rinse, repeat. :)
PS: Cool kettles are cool. We have Sherlock’s kettle, so our tea is better than usual. :))))
Call this an experiment. Reblog if you have OCs that you adore
/reblogs for ~science~
(Kiki, you might want to skip this one. Angst. ;; )
Fandom: Tron: Legacy
Genre: G, gen, AAAAAAAAANGST, introspection/missing scene
Summary: Flynn doesn’t need his eyes when Quorra’s away.
Title:wheel breaks the butterfly
And an angel dreams of sunrise
And war…..
—C.A. Silvestri, Nox AurumqueThe User’s eyes open to the blank ceiling above him, and he sheds dreams like shadows as he pads noiselessly into the front room.
But why skip the awesome?
Until my Pupils can become Pupils: END OF LINE →
I rarely find things in my life worthy of an online blog. Last night was an exception. Last night… last night was perfect. I want to hold on to every moment of it forever- just sit in each heartbeat and head flick, absorb every laugh and tear, look out into that crowd and feel that rush for…
Good-bye, you lovely awesome people. And thank you!
How many Freudian analysts does it take to change a lightbulb?
Two. One to change it, and the other to hold the penis.
LADDER.
I MEANT LADDER.
When we finally end up in therapy...
- Therapist: Okay let's start with some word association.
- You: Sounds Good.
- Therapist: Blue
- You: TARDIS
- Therapist: Purple
- You: Shirt of Sex
- Therapist: Hello
- You: Sweetie
- Therapist: Hedgehog
- You: Martin Freeman
- Therapist: Tie
- You: Bowties, Bowties are cool.
- Therapist: I'm sorry I can't help you.
51 Christian Friendly Words for Penis →
#please do not let fanfiction writers get a hold of this one
Screaming and crying at these
OH MY GOD I CAN’T BREATHE
flesh sword.
New three-sentence AU ficlets from off-tumblr~
For remorsebot: Gibson and Ram, trying out a new restaurant.
“That’s the last time you get to pick the place, buddy,” growled Gibson, wiping his streaming eyes and trying to choke down another glass of soothing water.
“Oh yeah?” retorted Ram, muffling a smirk as he handed over another paper napkin. “Well, it’s also the last time I let you put all of anything on your sushi, especially ‘just because it’s green’.~”—-
For brightdreamer: Tron and Ram, detective noir AU.
The rookie didn’t often let his worries show, but this time there was naked desolation in his too-young eyes as he looked up from the wiretap transcripts and asked quietly, “Do you really think those kids are still alive?”
“They’d better be,” I told him, a rough clap on the shoulder communicating the reassurance I couldn’t let into my voice and still keep it together myself. “I’m not getting to the end of this trail to find nothing but a lot of cold bones waiting for me.”—-
For dryadgurrl: Quorra and Yori, WASP pilots.
The crazed sound of ballistics had petered out into the distance, but they were one plane short. It couldn’t be: none of her sisters had fallen to enemy action yet, none, and this couldn’t, this wouldn’t be the first….. Yori stared furiously into the fog, knuckles white on the stick — and then let out a short, shocked laugh of thanks as Quorra’s Typhoon shrieked out of the cloud, pulling alongside her to defy radio silence with a pert grin and confident salute.
—-
For tanks4thememory: Clu1 and Roy, sword-and-sorcery AU.
Roy had a complicated pentagram already laid out, and, unable to interrupt the long incantation that went with it, frantically motioned toward where the others were squaring off against a veritable horde of monsters.
“Hey, don’t worry,” called Clu cheerfully, crossbow at the ready, not budging an inch from his rearguard position. “You know I love a good melee, but somebody’s gotta protect the wizard!~”—-
For notglitching: Tron and Ram, Ram lives.
“A little help here, please?” called a voice from a few feet away, and Tron spun around to see another of the ‘guards’ he’d bull-rushed struggling, with a game smile, to pull himself up onto the deck.
It was the work of a moment to haul Ram back up over the edge, and then the little actuary was engulfed in a tight hug, his disguise melting away as he threw his arms around his warrior friend. And Flynn, hanging back with a bemused smile, had only a moment to reflect how surreal it was to see Bradley’s clone hugging anyone before Ram shot out a hand, grabbed him by the toga, and hauled him in too.—-
For crystalshard: Anon and Ko, wilderness survival specialists.
Ko is seldom inclined to conversation, but this burly youngster has her beat, never uttering a word but paying attention and listening with a near-worrisome intensity the few times she finds it necessary to explain something through language rather than gesture. Raw in many ways, he’s still quick to learn, and between that and their online resources they’ve covered plenty of ground before twilight forces them to seek cover.
When he looks at the clouds and heads for the side of the ridge where they’ll be best protected from the wind if tonight’s storm reaches them before sunrise, she knows this one’s going to be a keeper.
—-
For a_perfect_end: Ram and Flynn, cowboys! \o/
The little guy swaggers into the street as casual as if he’s sauntering up to a bar somewhere, flashing a cheeky grin at the crowd as he flips his coat back to reveal an empty holster. It’s a last-ditch tactic to try and guilt the opposition into negotiating (after all, what kind of a low-down snake would draw on a guy who can’t even shoot back?), and if Flynn didn’t know what he does, he’d be feeling more than a little nervous about his new friend’s prospects.
If all goes well, everyone can still walk away from this alive — but if it goes sour, the kid still has an arm like lightning, and nobody who doesn’t have to live under the outlaw’s thumb anymore would grudge him that knife up his sleeve.
—-
Aaaaaaaand for discwarriorlizor: Li and Wulf, kung fu movie AU!~
Their backs hit the wall and they rested for a moment, breathing hard, but Lizor jerked back when Wulf turned to examine the kama slice down his bicep — didn’t the medic remember who’d got them out of the gangsters’ hideout, cut or no cut?
“No time for that,” grumbled the warrior, glaring fiercely.
“I know, I know, it’s ‘just a scratch’ and they’ll be here any minute,” Wulf replied, exasperated, “and if you let me bind this up, you can greet them with two good arms instead of one.”—-
Ko and Wulf are two of my OCs, a meteorological algorithm and a recompiler respectively. I also have one more of these to do — will work on that soon.
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