I gotta figure out some prompts or direction for some Datashir because they make me so stupid happy and I need more of them
I can’t stop thinking about this. And about Data in a relationship. Data is very cleanly and clearly asexual I think and I love him that way. But he’s also at least in my eyes very cognizant of closeness and friendship and intimacy and a sort of queer-platonic closeness with others. The sexual act is, I suspect, fairly irrelevant to him except for whatever service or pleasure it provides his partner. But what do the other aspects of intimacy mean to him. Literally to be close to someone else. How do you interact with the idea of intimacy when you have no sense of physical touch and no inherent concept of nudity or embarrassment? To what extent are you affected by someone stroking your hand if you can’t feel it? If you are, inherently, unbothered by nudity, completely unashamed, does the simple act of being naked in front of another person, even non-sexually, carry the same weight,the same implication of closeness and trust? If the very guts of intimacy are to share information, feelings, experiences, parts of your body with someone else that you do not normally feel comfortable sharing, what does that mean to you if you don’t really experience those inhibitions to begin with? Or maybe he DOES. You can never tell. Are the wheels turning in Data’s head so fast all of the time and is he functioning with enough theory of mind all of the time to immediately understand that when someone interacts with him in a certain way it’s because that person knows how that interaction would make someone elsefeel and that their desire to invoke that feeling in another is a representation of their own feelings? I hold your hand because I want to make you feel loved because I love you. What’s that LIKE if you’re Data. God I am obsessed
Family Tree is my favorite so far on the album but Ptolemaea is a close second ahhhhhh every track is a masterpiece. It makes me wanna melt back into the earth ya know, just float away and dissipate into the sky become God.
Sorry for the major writing break y'all! This piece is based off an anonymous theory for one of the next ethat someone sent in to @jabitha-endgame.
You can read the inspiration here (sorry for poor quality):
Anyway, let me know if you actually want a part two of this, and my requests are officially open, so hit me up, whatever you’d like.
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“It’s ok Jug, take your time.”
“I-I-I can’t,” he whispered.
It felt like hours since Tabitha had arrived home to find Jughead curled up in the corner of their bed, breathing heavily and muttering to herself. She had immediately tried to grab his hand, only to be pushed away. The shock left her blinking tears from her eyes- but she knew that she had to be strong for him.
Now, she found herself kneeling in front of his curled-up form, trying to coax some form of explanation from him. He still wouldn’t let her touch him.
“Try and focus on your breathing. In and out. I’ve got you, I’m here,” she said gently.
Shit! What did her therapist tell her to do in situations like this? Something about a five-step process…
“Oh!” she said suddenly, “Jug, I need you to tell me three things you can see.”
He buried his head in his hands. Tabitha felt an infuriating temptation to reach over and brush his hair out of his eyes but managed to hold herself back. She knew initiating touch was futile.
He groaned, “Uh, you, bed,” he trailed off, “oh my god, I can’t see anything else.” His voice seemed to climb five octaves and he grabbed the pillow out from behind him and buried his face in it.
“Ok, that’s ok,” she replied, “Why don’t we-”
Suddenly, she was interrupted by the ringing of her phone, an Elton John song blaring from her pocket. She reached into it and checked the caller ID: Toni.
“Hey, Toni, this really isn’t a good time, so could I maybe-”
Her friend cut her off immediately.
“Tabitha, are you with Jughead? Something’s going on?” Tabitha drew her breath in sharply.
“Yeah. What’s going on your end?”
A muffled bang echoed through the receiver and Tabitha held it away from her ear.
“Tones?”
“Sorry about that. Look, Cheryl walked into the Wyrm about half an hour ago, completely hysterical. She keeps trying to hide in places and she’s saying that her mom’s coming to get her?”
Tabitha stood up and walked a few paces away into the corridor. She made sure to keep a careful eye on her boyfriend, still squeezing the cushion into his face.
“Jughead’s not doing well either,” she lowered her voice, “He’s panicking, and he won’t talk to me or- or let me try to comfort him.”
Tabitha felt her lip begin to tremble, certain that Toni had heard her voice break as she spoke.
“Hey, everything’s going to be ok. I’m gonna call Betty and see if she has any idea what’s going on, but I need you to try and get through to Jughead. Just try and stay calm, yeah?”
“Yeah. Thank you, Toni.”
She hung up and took a deep breath. It was essential that she remained composed, for Jughead’s sake.
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I hope you liked this! Let me know if you want a part two.
While we like to joke about Izzy being in the wrong genre, I would argue that there are in fact at least five distinct genre universes in the world of Our Flag Means Death, and all of them have different rules.
Stede Bonnet, and his crew when they’re around him, live in a Muppet movie. I didn’t come up with this analogy but it’s so accurate. Insane physical comedy and comedy-action where no one really gets hurt. Mild peril but you know everything is gonna work out. Terrible puns and sight gags, but room for sweet, genuine emotional moments too. The rules of time, space, probability and logic will bend for a good joke.
Izzy Hands is in a grimdark action/drama where if someone gets stabbed in the gut they will behave normally and fucking die. (Probably slowly and painfully, of sepsis.) Crucially I think Izzy also lives in a genre where you can only be subtextually queer, and violence (done for or with or to each other) is the only acceptable form of intimacy between men. This is why being forcibly dragged into Stede’s world, where everyone is busy having silly low-stakes misadventures and being gay and emotionally available all over the main text–and seeing his Subtextual Boyfriend go into this world and love it–sends him round the twist.
The British, Spanish and other imperialist militaries are in a Master and Commander-style naval adventure where they’re the heroes. This is why they all take it completely seriously when Stede (unintentionally) kills Badminton and takes hostages, even though we can see that he bumbled his way into it ass-backwards. This is also why Stede is so shocked to get actually for real stabbed aboard the Spanish ship. (“Did you mean to do that?”) He didn’t realize until that moment that he’d stepped into a different genre. The stabbing is one of the first Surprise Genre Switch moments we get and in retrospect it’s very important for setting up that in this world, the threat of getting hurt or killed is very real–which we need to understand to know that there are real stakes much later, when Stede almost gets executed by the British.
Not much stayed the same after Jason’s resurrection, except one thing.
━━ Jason Todd x Fem!Reader
Contents: fluff, angst, bittersweet, blood, 2k
Request: Could you do “whatever here that’s left of me is yours, just as it was” + Jason Todd?? This song just really reminds me of him! Thank you and welcome back ♥️
Notes: I’ve never written for Jason so I hope this isn’t too OOC. Also this is loosely inspired by The Three Jokers #2/3
A soft exhale accompanied the drag of a bloodied cloth against Jason’s arm, muscles flexing under split skin as gauze sunk deep into his wounds.
Sometimes she forgot how much blood a person can hold until night fell and Jason came crawling back to her, reeking of gunpowder.
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