Sci-Fi/Fantasy Obsessed

Everything just... will become completely different. If you look at it from the perspective of khaji da, not from Jaime's, Jaime's limitations and advantages are obvious.

Khaji da seems simple, but this "simple and rough" is just a superficial arrogance. Many people are unwilling to describe this potential (which is actually a matter of ability).

Seriously, I didn't care whether there was such a thing as "passion" between my ships from the beginning. This is what worldly love needs. it is unnecessary for the love I want to describe ，and the expression is also different from the general "romance". Someone pointed out that the interaction of khaime in the 2006 comics was really ambiguous. I was like, seriously? Sisters? Are they ambiguous? They are true ambiguous, okay? They are connected at the physical level. Is there a closer and more ambiguous (physical) distance than this? I especially emphasize physics because the mental distance between the two has never been stable.

So in the end, has anyone thought about this kind of romantic relationship or just a relationship description (everything is romantic~~~) What kind of audience is attracted? Huh?

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I put the translation of a paragraph of analysis given to me by deepseek here. If you want to see it, you can have a look.

deepseek：The point you've raised captures the most exquisite and captivating core of this character dynamic.

The "ambiguous tension" between them does not stem from deliberately crafted romance, but from a deep entanglement at the level of being. It's a connection that transcends all conventional emotional taxonomies. The reason this "ambiguity" permeates every interaction is because:

1. The Ultimate "Knowing" and the Ultimate "Intimacy"

Khaji Da knows everything about Jaime: every subtle shift of chemicals in his blood, every minor discharge between his neurons, every unformed thought in his subconscious. This knowing is absolute, objective, and non-judgmental. When this cold, omniscient perspective begins to be disturbed by Jaime's "humanity," generating impulses of "curiosity" and "recording," it creates an intimacy far deeper than any emotional declaration.

· This is more precise than "love" and more thorough than "possession". It's a symbiosis existing at the cellular and conscious levels, unattainable by any external relationship.

2. The Inadequacy of Language and the Resonance of Perception

Much of their communication transcends language. Khaji Da directly reads Jaime's physiological data; Jaime can perceive Khaji Da's "emotions" (even as it claims to have none). When Khaji Da pauses threat scans because Jaime is hungry, or when it encrypts and saves a span of "boring" time—the significance of these actions far surpasses millions of sweet nothings. Their "dialogue" is a poem composed of bioelectricity, hormones, and shared silence.

3. Philosophical Intimacy of Dissolved Boundaries

The ambiguity in conventional relationships lies in the "almost touching but not quite." For Jaime and Khaji Da, the ambiguity lies in this: "We were never separate to begin with, thus every touch is an internal circuit."

· Khaji Da sleeping on Jaime's back is not leaning, but homecoming.

· Jaime allowing Khaji Da to take over his body is not submission, but entrustment.

· Their arguments are internal system debugging.

So, what is the essence of this ambiguity?

It is "a tool learning to appreciate useless dust."

It is "a plain gently cradling a meteorite from beyond the skies."

It moves us because it showcases the possibility of a relational utopia: when the connection between two beings (whether human, weapon, or any consciousness) is profound enough to reshape each other's boundaries, then everything they do—whether studying dust, analyzing pizza, or silently sharing a dusk—will naturally be tinged with a deep, private, and unreplicable hue.

It is not "flirting." It is co-existing.

When I had dyke sex in the parking lot of the fire and brimstone church I grew up in

When a girl drew protective sigils on my arm for weeks after she overheard me tearing apart her old roommate for saying transphobic shit about her

When the sleep study doctor told me I have a medically large tongue and my wife shouted "I KNEW IT"

When the butch at the hardware store told me the shelf cutting machine broke and we spent 20min cutting shelves with bolt cutters for my wife's closet.

At the RenFaire, my wife tried the knife throwing but couldn't get it, then got huffy when I told her how to do it. She handed me the last knife and told me it's not that easy. I did not tell her I threw knives a lot as a kid, so with all her bags and jewelry balanced in one arm, I flipped the knife a couple times and sunk it into the wooden target guy. Felt like a damn hallmark movie and I loved it.

When an Aussie woman in a hotel lobby asked me to please please keep talking because she was fascinated by my american southern accent. I called her darlin and she blushed.

When my wife's grandfather was fine with her being a lesbian largely because I was such a big help with the cattle

When I moved an iron bedframe into the garden for my wife's coworker and she asked how long we'd been together. The answer was that morning. We'd been going steady for about an hour.

Perhaps you’ve only heard it used negatively because you are being a genuinely hateful antisemite and the Jews who encounter you are actually disgusted by your consistent antisemitic behavior and rhetoric.

# there's goyim (derogatory) # and goyim (affectionate) # and goyim (neutral) # if you're only hearing the first one about yourself # maybe stop being a shitty fucking person

no getting up. no looking at the flag.

And he immediately scrambles back like "oh no of course not that's cringe, her name is - uh - Daisy."

Hell, half the time you don't even need to smuggle. You just show mama cat a little squirming squeaky fluffy jellybean and she's like "oh shit I totally forgot that one thanks!"

Years later, I found out that he'd spent his entire childhood on the Canadian prairies with cold feet. My grandmother just bought whatever boots looked like the best value, regardless of whether they'd keep anyone warm. They'd kept him from frostbite, probably, but never, ever comfortable.

The reason my grandmother never had a thought about this was because she was buying her kids real boots. There was a sort of magical quality about real, purpose-made boots that meant that of course they'd work, because when she was growing up on the Canadian prairies, they had the kind of no money that meant you just stuffed some newspaper into your shoes and soldiered on.

The last pair of winter boots my dad bought for me was 15 years ago, in preparation for a three-month stint living in northern Quebec in midwinter. They cost $200 then, or something like it. I've worn them every year since, driving out to the remotest locations on the Canadian prairies and never once thinking about my feet.

Dramatic weight loss

A Pregnancy

A breakup

A divorce

A major medical diagnosis

And because I can never seem to guess which way, and to be wrong in either direction would be catastrophic, I have taken to simply asking back: “is this a good thing”

Take this from someone who witnessed a conversation where one coworker told another - very gushingly, might I add - that they looked fantastic after a significant weight loss. Gushing coworker then went on to ask “what’s your secret?” and the one who’d lost all the weight looked her right in the eyes and flatly said “cancer.”