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... must have put together a chart of options for immortality. Probably with ratings out of 10.

Middle-earth is kind of useless for this; your options are 'be Tuor' or 'be a cursed, wrung-out shade to one degree or another'.

The Potterverse is a bit better; I forget how the Philosopher's Stone works, but I'm sure Flamel was like 700 years old. Don't take the Horcrux approach, though - it doesn't end well.

Discworld? ... to be honest the closest I can think of is being abducted by Elves. You get to travel forward in time, but don't actually get any extra subjective time. (Alternately, once you die you can hang out in one of many afterlives... not sure that counts, though.) (Oh, or there's always vampirism...)

hS

The grail wouldn’t make you permanently immortal, just keep you alive for the time being (see: Indy’s dad, who was healed with it, but he’s definitely not immortal as we see in the unmentionable fourth movie). But you can’t take the grail across the seal in the cave, because that caused the cave to collapse and the grail to lose its magic.

If I might suggest something, the Time Lords have ways of extending even human lifespans—Leela was made essentially ageless so she could marry Andred. So with that in mind, I think that’s where I’ll head. (Gasp, shock, Iximaz wants to visit Gallifrey after all!)

It would be easier to get your hands on a Mire chip and implant that, and it would keep you alive and young to the end of the universe, but you’d also be stuck with a limited human memory and you’d eventually forget even your own name. That sounds significantly less fun.

or any of his varying versions, Dannyland, Danny the Planet (not the ones where he's damaged and everyone's like dead, though).

He's a sentient travelling crossdressing street (he's covered in masculine stores selling guns and sports and such, but decorated in frills and so on) who's just, an absolute top bloke. He accepts in various outcasts and such and basically everyone is really nice, including of course Danny himself.

I just want everyone to be nice to me, man. Including the urban infrastructure.

nooooo how can you do this to me? I can't believe I forgot this detail. This canon has been my go-to immortality dream for decades!

What's the back-up plan? Indiana Jones-verse Holy Grail? That knight was super-old, but in pretty good shape for being in his ~700s. Plus, who's to say he wasn't already elderly before he drank from the Grail? Maybe the other knights were like, "Fred's on his way out soon, let's have him become the immortal Grail guard. Fred's a good guy!"

—doctorlit, co-opting religious artifacts for his personal benefit

(I mean, I'd still want to get myself a physical daemon if I could, but a mental one sounds fun as well!)

There's absolutely no way it's going to happen, though, sadly.

I keep forgetting that I'm older than you. XD

*showers you with confetti*

Have a cake

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me; happy birthday, dear Callie; happy birthday to me!

As of today, I'm officially another year older. Nineteen feels weird. The various presents I got myself, however, do not.

Prompt Five: Two characters see something incredible together.

All in all, it was a terrible day. The wind was blowing, kicking up flurries of snow from the ground. The biting chill was horrid to the unprepared, and the two agents trudging up the Skellige hill could feel its bite. Ce'rana, who was wrapped up in several jackets and still shivering madly, was taking the situation rather well.

"I hate this. I absolutely hate this. Why is it so cold?" She'd been dressed up in children's clothes from a nearby town, meant to protect from too much chill, but she'd never felt real cold before, and it wasn't enough to help. Hence the extra jackets, which also weren't enough. "The story is back in town, so why did we come up here?"

Alex, wearing only in a long-sleeve t-shirt, was only slightly shivering. "We're way up north. Skellige is this world's equivalent of Scandinavia, so there are quite a few viking stereotypes here. That includes snow, cold, and it not being safe to stay in town once the drinking starts. I can handle myself, but you're too small to protect yourself if a brawl starts." He stepped through the snow easily since it only came up to a little higher than his ankles, and crossed his arms behind his back.

The dryad huffed as she followed him, her progress heavily impeded by the snowbanks, which came almost up to her knees. "How can you stand this? I am wearing four layers of coat and you are just in a shirt! How are you not frozen?"

"Well, I would be wearing a coat, but you didn't have enough layers. And this is just brisk," Alex laughed, the noise echoing softly off the nearby hills.

"Easy for you to say, the snow only comes up to your ankles." Ce'rana stumbled against a thicker clump of snow. "You know what? I refuse to take another step through this mess. I would rather deal with the people down there, and that sue's pathetic descriptions of flirting, than keep climbing through this."

That drew a laugh from the noiret. "Alright. If you want me to carry you, I can do that." He held out a hand, which she took after a moment of scrunching her face up in frustration. He pulled her up and onto his back, with her wrapping her legs around his chest to stay on.

It didn't stop her from grumbling, of course. "This is freezing. Did you consider that, Alex? Did you consider the fact that it is freezing when you decided to drag me all the way out here? Honestly, why couldn't we have just stayed at the edge of town? There was less snow there, and the trees at least provided some comfort. Do you even feel the weather? At all? You never seem to respond to it. Certainly this... this waste isn't bothering you."

Alex rolled his eyes and kept stepping up the hill. "I've been in colder. It wasn't a long trip to the Alps back home, and those were mountain peaks covered in snow." He paused for a moment, then pointed just beyond the crest of the hill. "Like those."

"Like wha..." Ce'rana trailed off when she saw what was coming into view.

The two were now standing atop a small hill overlooking the town of Kaer Trolde. The town itself was a small, almost sleepy little port that seemed almost snuggled up against the base of a mountain. The river it sat on split the mountain in two, and a stone bridge had been erected between the sides of the mountains, connecting the upper parts of the town with an ancient fortress. The setting sun cast everything in many hues of red, slowly growing deeper as the sun slipped below the horizon. Down below, in the town, the agents could make out dozens of torches as people wandered the town. Lights sprung up in windows, and the distant cheers of the first round of drinkers were carried up on the breeze.

Ce'rana suddenly found she didn't care about the cold. "Oh, wow. I... was not expecting anything like this."

Alex brushed some of the snow away from the peak, exposing the rock, before he set Ce'rana down and sat on part of it. "I wasn't sure how it would look, but..."

She sat next to him, safely scooted away from the actual snow. "Incredible..." After a moment, she leaned against him, both relaxing and taking in what warmth he had to offer.

"So," Alex asked, a soft grin playing across his features, "was it worth it?"

She didn't even glance up at him, unwilling to take her eyes off the sight. "If you insist on making me say it? Fine. You had a reasonably good idea."

See above. I did sort out the insurance, but I'm still trying to save enough to buy the components for a proper desktop. I could probably afford a mid-end laptop (of the non-gaming variety), but my Macbook works perfectly fine for now, and last time I purchased a full desktop, stuff happened and I'm without one again. I can tell you that 'stuff' involved me losing yet another gaming PC.

I think you can see my luck isn't really all that good. Things keep happening, and have done so for the last three or so years.

I'd have made Defense higher than Offense rather than the reverse, though. Just sayin'. Metal Ridley as the fighter choice is genius, though!

I should know, I've gotten to know mine.

Ok, now that I've done the clickbait, I should probably explain what I'm on about. (The below is all caveated with an "in my experience")

Basically, you can use the concept of daemons as a useful (and fun) brain thing. The overall idea (or at least how I think of it) is you personify the part of/voice in your head that's responsible for more rational perspectives on things, sudden insights, and so on as your daemon.

The advantages here are that mentally talking to your daemon becomes a good way to get a more detached reading on situations, start pulling yourself out of thought loops, and getting reminded you should do the thing. It's also just neat because you can have richer conversations with yourself (which make for good distractions on top of being fun).

Initially to the thing, you intentionally think at the daemon-y bit of yourself and notice what it thinks back. You then want to ask for a name, and might be able to picture a form of some sort (though that second part might take a bit). Eventually, you might start imagining your daemon being present beside you some of the time or things like that if you want to do that.

Since I might've not explained this too coherently, here's the very 90s website I got linked to when I was told aobut this stuff. You can probably ignore all the parts about how daemon forms are meaningful or whatever (I very much did), but it gives some good introductions to the concept.

Anyhow, I'm willing to take questions (or ask them of Ariel, my daemon)

- Tomash

There hasn't been a thread about this yet, right?

I. Loved. This movie.

MJ was such a fun character and watching her interactions with Peter was quite heartwarming. I like how she svtherq bhg gung Crgre jnf Fcvqre-Zna.

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The movie was very fun overall. Special effects and character interactions were on par as always. Good job, Marvel!

Sorry to hear about your apartment, though.

Hopefully there's some insurance that'll come through eventually?

Easy changes made. Then I got distracted by learning that Teena and Artemis had contraband fire-lizards and updating that information.

Bjam's in the Retired Agents category! I was going to update that, too, but see above. >.>

For Harlan and Entropy (who belongs to Elcalion), maybe Echo and Emily Newton? Both murdered for being in the way of someone trying to murder someone else?

~Neshomeh

In the book, the characters had to keep drinking the magic water every ten years or else they'd wither away to nothing and die.

I would love to go to Jurassic World (before everyone went bad, obviously). Seeing real live dinosaurs has been a dream of mine since I was little.

I feel sorry for these two. They really should just get some rest!