pains-illusions:

@ofarkhxm -Closed RP-

Aurelie has been an enigma since day one. The Doctor still recalls the day she arrived at one of his facilities. A shy little child with no idea of her own capabilities. Her powers are something that William has been eager to study. But as always, work comes first. He had managed to spare a few days over the years to visiting his little telekinetic pet project. Not as often as he would like, but he has always left her in good hands. In the care of competent scientists dedicated to studying her abilities and documenting the progress of her powers as she grew.

It just so happens that a business trip of his was cancelled last minute. Seemingly the CEO of a rival competitor ‘disappeared’. Just as Vert Bioenergia and the rival company were set to compete for a US Government tender. 

Funny, how things work out.

But it leaves him with plenty of time to visit his various facilities and assure everything is running smoothly. And of course, he is going to squeeze in a chance to see how his prized telekinetic is doing.

“Hello Aurelie.” The Doctor greets as he steps into the room. Its a rather plain setup, with a desk and a chair facing a perspex wall. On the other side of the glass, Aurelie’s padded cell sits. Its equally as bare as the observation room, but with one key difference being that any furniture in there is nailed down.

The Doctor sets his briefcase on the desk and takes a seat facing the observation window. A cool, confident smile settled across his face.

“How have you been?”

Did he expect an answer of “Just dandy?” No not really, she doubted he expected that, but she was in fact unsure how to answer. She was subjected to tests frequently, and they didn’t seem to have the same level of concern about her own well being that she did.

But to fair the last time she had caused herself any harm, it was a mild nosebleed. But she was still afraid that abusing this power just for the sake of ‘seeing how it worked’ would lead to her doing irreparable damaged. She was tired, Isolated, and lonely, though she was fair certain that 'Isolated and lonely’ could be considered the same problem. So she was in fact, kind of glad to him.

“I…um….I’ve been…existing.” She answered and it was likely not the answer he wanted to here. “Not sure how else to describe it…” The sadness evident in her tone.

messrchase:

Sight, Unseen

@ofarkhxm

Part 1, The Imperial Jacaranda

Rain, sudden, fell with such violence that the noise dampened the chance of any warning that might have been able to be made. Waves pushed and pulled at the hull of the vessel, and a great shudder let all know that this was it - this was the-

Leo woke at once, the fog of a memory lifting from his mind as he pulled himself back into the world that really was around him. Jacaranda’s - why- And then the comprehension came in full. He was at the Imperial Jacaranda, in the courtyard in the middle of the night alone in his sleeping costume.

Whipping his head around, he knew he wasn’t alone - just like all of them had been on the ship. No, there were no staff or guests lurking in the in the garden beyond the loggia’s light; it was what had caused him to end up here, in this wing of the hotel.

Gently, Leo made his across the bridge, though not gently enough. He suddenly found himself flat on his face, being dragged into the fountain at pace and force he couldn’t well fight. Screaming for help was useless, but it didn’t stop him from doing so. Light after light flickered on and with the courtyard now ablaze, Leo found himself a near drowned idiot sitting in the shallow body of water alone with the eyes of half the hotel on him.

“I suppose that’s what they’d call me.” She shrugged, looking like she had been called far worse. “My uncle called me a monster, Dad just said I was ‘unique’ .” She informed him. “But I’ve always seen them, just kind of hanging around…you think someones standing there perfectly normal and then 'boom’ turns out they don’t have the left half of their face….and then sometimes it’s just a shadow of a person…or an amalgam.” She informed him, the later was close to what seemed to be following him.

“You um…do you have family that’s gone or something?” It wasn’t meant to sound insensitive, merely a question she asked to try and pinpoint the problems that might bring about monsters dragging you into the pond at night. Or fountain…close enough.

incorrectpmmmquotes:

Sayaka: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch.
Kyoko: What changed your mind?
Sayaka: Oh, I still think you’re a bitch. I’ve just grown to like that about you.

scarletfish:

“8-10 hours” baby I can stretch this eldritch fishing game out forever.

I’m shooting for day 365. I’m hitting that one year anniversary. maybe the shady mayor will throw me a little party. I worked in a call center the Horrors don’t scare me

whatwwwwwww:

is-the-owl-video-cute:

prozac:

prozac:

Its obvious to me when people who post about canaries in mines have never met a canary. Like yeah the miners had a special device to revive the canary because canaries are one of the most adorable creatures on the planet and they make adorable little chirping sounds and honestly probably loved the sounds of machinery and people talking so it was probably loud and friendly with the workers. Whatever though maybe meet a canary sometime and youd understand

If you see this animal every day at work, and it sings to you during your hardest bouts of labor, you will be distraught if it dies. Even if you know this creature is meant to die in lieu of you, you still hear it when the labor is at its hardest and your muscles are struggling against the weight of your work. It is so small, smaller than your soot-stained hands and louder than the death that follows you. You dont want it to die. The same as a woman does not want her candle to run out ; she knows that is the point, its flame is meant to burn the wick and melt the wax ; but she is not indifferent to its wasting away. She may even save her favorite candle as not to burn it too quickly. Now imagine you are that woman, and there is a way to rebuild your favorite candle that you love the smell of and the way it flickers. Would she rather throw her candle out? Or would she rebuild it? That is a canary to these miners. Would you allow an animal to just die when it has been singing for you? It reminds you that it is alive, and you are too. Its stop of song signifies the lethal danger you are in. Why abandon it? Is the miners’ love for a little bird really that surprising?

Why does this read as though written by a coal miner of the era in which a canary was needed.

Because time is an illusion and love is infinite

cryptotheism:

memes-to-cope-with:

politijohn:

Source

Interesting to call this “confiscating” when it’s just making the rich pay their fair share, especially considering all the stolen wealth from the bottom 99% and historic tax evasion.

transmechanicus:

the-pigeon-enby:

telltaletypist:

that one post with all the edgy anime boys in a therapy waiting room but it’s lain, rei, madoka, anthy, etc.

I put more effort into this than I’d like to admit lol

Congrats to shinji for transitioning