Days of Lead and Gold

Might I add:

The adventures of a space roomba

hilariously, these are almost all in my fic tag. so, a compiled list from the notes (and some extras):

dying at this sequence from @pinkydragon01 :

Oh, okay. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select out, oh I don’t know, that gaslight gatekeep girlboss meme, for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you think modern feminism has been co-opted by corporations. But what you don’t know is that that meme is not from Instagram, it's not from Twitter, it's not from Tiktok, it’s actually from Tumblr. You’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in January 2021, Tumblr user missnumber1111 posted, "today's agenda: gaslight gatekeep and most importantly girlboss." And then I think it was a-m-e-t-h-y-s-t-r-o-s-e, wasn’t it, who reblogged it with an image of the phrase edited over a piece of "Live, Laugh, Love" wall art? And then gaslight gatekeep girlboss showed up in the feeds of eight different Twitter repost accounts. Then it filtered down through Instagram and then trickled on down into some tragic “alt side of Tiktok” where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that meme represents millions of notes and countless Tumblr users and so it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from Tumblr when, in fact, you’re wearing the meme that was selected for you by the people in this room. From a pile of “stuff.”

consider: Traynor doesn't say where her rachni research lab was located so why not imagine the it was where the rachni were rediscovered: Noveria. Which is oh so cold so she would obviously need to rustle up a hot local (perhaps a blustery tomboy? an authority figure she probably shouldn't seduce? a fellow poor-background colony gal whose talents and work ethic won her a chance at a "better life" but in exchange for far too many of them but who manages to find purpose and fulfillment anyway?) to keep her warm during the long hard deployment. This is how the galaxy's most elite crackship, Samantha/Gianna Parasini can win

this was supposed to be a prompt!fill for @servantofclio about Jack/Shepard, but it refused to connect to anything else I'd written, so I was looking at it to try and figure something out and realized it could just... be a silly by itself thing. And also there's a beach for day 8: fire | beach of @writersmonth!

“Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it… . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective … . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane. I wonder who all these animals were before they were changed into these shapes.”