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Part 2:
“What are you doing?” Mantis had snuck up on Nebula curled up in her bed, flicking a triangular prism of paper back and forth. It had been approximately seventeen hours and forty-two minutes since their last conversation.
“Some stupid game,” Nebula didn't even look up, focused on aiming the paper triangle directly at the lamp across the room.
Mantis tilted her head. “If it is stupid…then why are you playing it?”
Nebula shrugged. Flicked the paper with her left hand. It crashed onto the floor without a sound. “Don't know. Don't care.”
Mantis shifted on her feet, then leaned back on her heels, then stared at the ceiling. “Can I join you?”
Nebula didn't say yes. She didn't nod. She just scooted to the head of the bed, back pressed against the wall, and patted the other side. “Get the paper. Get up. Put your hands like this. Let's get on with it already.”
Mantis copied Nebula's hand position, but Nebula had to make adjustments. For half a second, her hands touched Mantis's. Nebula's hands were surprisingly cold. Mantis couldn't help the way she stared into Nebula's eyes, her antennae glowing in the dim room.
“You're nervous.”
Nebula pulled away with more speed than a bullet shooting out of a rifle. “I didn't give you permission to read my mind, insect.”
Mantis stared at the black bedsheets. “Sorry.”
She was met with a paper triangle hitting her in the chest, then falling into the space between her hands. Nebula's expression remained untouched. “Score.”
Somewhere else on the planet, Rocket and Drax would be wondering where Nebula and Mantis had been all afternoon. They weren't going to find out.
Hello bugborg fandom! I present you with a short drabble.
Knowhere. 4 days after the abduction of Kevin Bacon.
“You knew.”
“What?”
“You knew the whole time, Nebula.” Mantis paused, deep in thought. Then finally, all those questions bubbled to the surface and formed one word. “How?”
Nebula was getting annoyed. “Again, knew what? I don't read minds, bug.”
“That Ego is my father.”
“Was,” Nebula corrected. Mantis flinched. Her antennae flickered a bit.
“I told you yesterday,” Mantis continued. “But I could sense…guilt. Remorse. Nervousness. You already knew.”
Nebula stiffened. “It wasn't hard to guess. Ego didn't have a single other being living on his planet. He murdered all of his previous children and their mothers, makes sense he'd spare the most useful one.”
Mantis's eyes widened for a moment. “Yes, that was why he wanted to find Peter.”
“I'm not talking about Peter, grasshopper.”
“It's Mantis.”
“Let's just say that we've got one thing in common.”
“What is that?”
Something resembling a smile twitched on Nebula's lips. “We both had total dicks for fathers.”
Hello bugborg fandom! I present you with a short drabble.
Knowhere. 4 days after the abduction of Kevin Bacon.
“You knew.”
“What?”
“You knew the whole time, Nebula.” Mantis paused, deep in thought. Then finally, all those questions bubbled to the surface and formed one word. “How?”
Nebula was getting annoyed. “Again, knew what? I don't read minds, bug.”
“That Ego is my father.”
“Was,” Nebula corrected. Mantis flinched. Her antennae flickered a bit.
“I told you yesterday,” Mantis continued. “But I could sense…guilt. Remorse. Nervousness. You already knew.”
Nebula stiffened. “It wasn't hard to guess. Ego didn't have a single other being living on his planet. He murdered all of his previous children and their mothers, makes sense he'd spare the most useful one.”
Mantis's eyes widened for a moment. “Yes, that was why he wanted to find Peter.”
“I'm not talking about Peter, grasshopper.”
“It's Mantis.”
“Let's just say that we've got one thing in common.”
“What is that?”
Something resembling a smile twitched on Nebula's lips. “We both had total dicks for fathers.”
kicks rock .. me adn my friend :-)
I've made this post before but I'm making it again because I really really do love characters who aren't very emotional, and maybe don't even experience emotions at all, but are still artistic, curious, loving, and virtuous. or heck maybe they're not but maybe they want to be.
I love you Data from Star Trek, I love you Violet Evergarden from Violet Evergarden, I love you Widowmaker from Overwtach (even though you're evil), I love you Hollow Knight from Hollow Knight, I love you Last Unicorn from The Last Unicorn, and I love you Tin Man from Wizard of Oz, the king of this bunch.
I love you clockwork heart gang.
"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."
Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.
Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.
REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH
Psst. Writer. Write that idea down. Yeah, it’ll stay in your brain forever and all, but it won’t. Write it down.
let’s lay flat on our ovoidal mama
Hello bugborg fandom! I present you with a short drabble.
Knowhere. 4 days after the abduction of Kevin Bacon.
“You knew.”
“What?”
“You knew the whole time, Nebula.” Mantis paused, deep in thought. Then finally, all those questions bubbled to the surface and formed one word. “How?”
Nebula was getting annoyed. “Again, knew what? I don't read minds, bug.”
“That Ego is my father.”
“Was,” Nebula corrected. Mantis flinched. Her antennae flickered a bit.
“I told you yesterday,” Mantis continued. “But I could sense…guilt. Remorse. Nervousness. You already knew.”
Nebula stiffened. “It wasn't hard to guess. Ego didn't have a single other being living on his planet. He murdered all of his previous children and their mothers, makes sense he'd spare the most useful one.”
Mantis's eyes widened for a moment. “Yes, that was why he wanted to find Peter.”
“I'm not talking about Peter, grasshopper.”
“It's Mantis.”
“Let's just say that we've got one thing in common.”
“What is that?”
Something resembling a smile twitched on Nebula's lips. “We both had total dicks for fathers.”
I apparently have le villain origin story 'tism
nothin but bugborg on the brain
Bugborg incorrect quotes ! I love this two so much!
Mantis : Change is inedible.
Nebula : Don't you mean inevitable?
Mantis , spitting out coins: No, I did not.
Mantis : I turned out perfectly fine!
Nebula : Mantis , this morning you thought a ghost made your toast
Mantis : I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!
Mantis : Whaddya call a fish with no eye?
Nebula , not looking up: Myxine Circifrons
Mantis :
Mantis : fsh
Mantis : Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.
Nebula : If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life
Nebula: Valentine’s Day is a Terran consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than driving people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-
Mantis: I wrote you a poem!
Nebula already crying; you did?
Mantis : You saved me. I owe you my life.
Nebula : No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.
Mantis : How do I deal with my enemies?
Nebula : Kill them
Mantis : That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution
Nebula : Kill them only a little?
Mantis : I’m in love with you.
Nebula : We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.
Mantis : I know.
Nebula : Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-
Nebula : This date is boring!
Mantis : This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.
Nebula : Then why did you invite me?
Mantis : I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Mantis I'll do whatever I want!
Mantis : I have feelings for you.
Nebula : Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?
Mantis : I think I just figured something out. I got to go.
Nebula : Aren't you forgetting something?
Mantis : Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Nebula 's forehead before running out.*
Nebula : No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?
Nebula : That was so hot, Mantis .
Mantis : I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.
Nebula : I'm so in love with you.
Mantis : Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?
Nebula : It was autocorrect.
Mantis : Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?
Nebula : Yes.
Mantis : Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us.
Nebula : If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.
really old drawing but wanted to post it here hehehe ( pls ignore that they are floating )
bugborg again yay ! this drawing is also old so i had to fix it a little bit, it didn't work but that's fine
Its come to my attention that a lot of people do not know how to deal with a hot car in summer. A lot of people will get back to their car, after hours of it being parked in the full sun, and will open the door to be blasted in the face with furnace-level temperatures, and you'll just clamber in and shut the doors and leave the windows closed and you'll start driving that thing, and you'll wait for the air-conditioning to battle and overcome the heat.
Thats. Insane to me.
The inside of a car can get up to 40°C/104°F hotter than the outside temperature. Why would anyone get inside that????? It's gonna take your air-conditioning at least half an hour to combat that and bring the temperature down to something even remotely reasonable, and in the meantime you're sitting there risking heatstroke.
Now, I understand that it's currently winter in the northern hemisphere, which is where most of this site lives, but a) I'm in the southern hemisphere and today was Lots Of Degrees, and b) y'all should read this now and commit it to memory or queue it to reblog in summer or whatever, because it boggles my mind that some of you get into a car whose interior is literally oven-hot.
So!!!! Some tips!!!!!
Get a sun visor. One of the big ones that goes inside your windshield. You will not believe how much cooler those things keep your car. Get one, use it. Leave it to bounce around in your back-seat on cooler days, but have it on hand for the stinkers. They range in price but two-dollar stores usually have them for pretty cheap.
Leave the windows of your car cracked open. It doesn't have to be much. Literally just the tiniest amount will mean that the heat building inside your car has a way to escape, meaning the interior temp will naturally be kept lower. The larger the opening, the better, but depending on the neighbourhood you're parking in, maybe it would be better to have them open just a sliver. Even the tiniest crack will help. Ever tried warming up an oven with the door open? It doesn't work well. This is the same concept. If there is a way for the hot air to escape, the inside of your car will stay a lot cooler than it otherwise would have.
If you're fancy enough to have an openable sunroof (that's the dream) then leave that open a bit as well.
Youve just gotten back to your car and opened the door, and its hot as fuck in there. Open another door, ideally on the other side of the car, and let the hot air escape. If you can open all four doors and the boot, then thats even better. A bunch of the hot air will flush out. Not all!!! But a lot. Give it anywhere from a few moments to a few minutes, depending on how much of a hurry you're in.
Get in, start the car, open all the windows. Yes, even if you hate having the windows open.
Put the air-conditioning on full blast, and make sure the recycle is turned OFF. This means it pulls fresh air from outside the car (hot, but less hot than inside) and pumps that into the car, further displacing the heat inside the vehicle.
Start driving, still with the windows down. Once you get up enough speed, the force of the air from outside coming in will blast the rest of the excess heat out of the car.
The temp inside the car will now be roughly equivalent to the temp outside the car. Still hot!!!! But MAJORLY less so, and majority more handle-able by your air-conditioner.
Put all your windows up, and switch the air-con over to recycle. This means it takes the air in the car and cools it, then spits it back into the car, meaning that with each cycle, the air gets progressively cooler a lot faster.
If you do this, your car will be a hell of a lot more comfortable a hell of a lot sooner than it would be if you got into a 60°C/140°F cabin and just.... endured that, until your aircon could overcome it.
This post has been brought to you by an Australian who knows not one but TWO people who get into 60°C cars and wait 15 to 30 minutes for their car to drop back down to a temperature that's even REMOTELY tolerable.
Reading a book about slavery in the middle-ages, and as the author sorts through different source materials from different eras, I am starting to understand why so many completely fantastical accounts of "faraway lands" went without as much as a shrug. The world is such a weird place that you can either refuse to believe any of it or just go "yeah that might as well happen" and carry on with your day.
There was this 10th century arab traveller who wrote into an account that the fine trade furs come from a land where the night only lasts one hour in the summer and the sun doesn't rise at all in the winter, people use dogs to travel, and where children have white hair. I don't think I'd believe something like that either if I didn't live here.
star trek tos au where all the uniform boots look like this
reblog to give prev uhhhh a scritch behind the earrr
Reblog if you’re grateful for your commenters <3