The Whole G13/Usha Thing Is Really Making A Home In My Brain Atm. How Much Of Usha Is Being Destroyed

The whole G13/Usha thing is really making a home in my brain atm. How much of Usha is being destroyed by being two minds in one body? G13 is pushing her down and drowning her out now, so what's gonna happen when they get out, how much of her will be left? Will Usha be a shell of a person, still mentally absent like she is now becoming in G13? That's like a worst-case scenario but imagine. If that happens, I am going to cry. A lot. Usha is so adorable as a character and Rehka can do something devastating if she wants to. I almost expect her to, given her bit being so combative with Brennan. Oh, you want a fun no-consequences, action story? How about I erase the mind of the sweet grandma I gave everyone and scar every player at the table?

The dynamics in general between the action heroes and Lake Elsinore crew sharing bodies is so fun and I'm happy to see how they'e being explored and are different between each player. Vic and Wendell are teamed up and act as one sometimes. Jennifer is subtly helping Russell, but never overtaking him. Jack and Paula are so funny but equally helping each other especially in terms of the divorce. Dang is letting down Greg and is left alone and unsatisfied. Liv and Kingskin are still developing in my mind, but I love how Liv is kinda become comfortable being this hulking fridge of a man, a mob boss who holds hands with his lackey because Doug Meat is awesome and my everything.

I don't know how to end this, but NSBU has been so fun to watch each week and I really hope that we see some real character fuckery as the season begins coming to a close.

I made this for my anniversary with my bf :)

THINGS I NEED TO FUCKING KNOW: Why every fuckin trans man or nb person I know who binds is like “oh binders are the worst, you can’t breathe in them, I know someone who broke a rib once”,

And meanwhile over in historical costuming, we are fucking eating, sleeping, swordfighting, riding horses, and feeling great like this:

(credit: Jenny La Flamme, The Tudor Tailor, Verdaera)

Like is there NO overlap between people who want to bind and people who care about accurate 16th century clothing reconstruction techniques?

(I, okay, maybe it is kind of a niche interest, but…. REALLY? Anyone who’s made a boned binder, PLS SPEAK TO ME)

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time travel regulation organization where it’s not official policy, but it’s common practice for field agents to keep a binder at their desk with the names of their family and friends, their address, their anniversaries, their schedules, their passwords. everything you would need to steal an identity—virtually anyone who’s been a field agent for more than a year has had to steal their own identity at least once. the timeline they all work to protect is concerned with wars and presidents and major motion picture releases. some margin of error is allowed, and it’s not uncommon to find agents walking around dazed, coming back from a mission to find their best friend unexisted and a wedding ring on their hand that matches the ring of a stranger. some give up on all relationships, not even letting themselves love their siblings. some wear lockets on their missions, so that if the photo on their desk has shifted in its frame on their return, at least they have something left of the timeline that now never was. agent zhang, who works hebei-shandong-jiangsu AD 1850-2000, has eighteen different family portraits. in some some agent zhang has a wife, in some a husband, in some neither. three portraits have one child, one has four, one has seven, most have none. some are in courtyard houses. some are by white picket fences. many have parents, but the newest one has none. you ask agent zhang if it wouldn’t be easier just to let the alternate timelines go. agent zhang points at a child four portraits back, a little girl with a missing front tooth and a goldfish bowl clutched in her arms. “i never learned what that goldfish was called. i took her out for ice cream as soon as i knew she existed, and i didn’t even get to see her come home from school the next day.”