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queuing this in march for when episode 14 is out. have you seen my terrible terrible daughter. would you like to

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oh THAT'S where those photos went. hey girl!

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I CAN FINALLY DUMP ALL OF THESE ALSO

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would you?

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found a dude who does VR cruisin and boozin and im IN LOVE

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oh i love her. sorry <3

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Legit the reason I jump in at that scene is because I truly thought that everyone was going to get off the train right then and there. I had to cause a problem

Shoka voice: You guys have been having too much positive development so I've decided to make everybody worse. :3

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if it was about 15 years ago i’d already have seen 12 different AMVs of chimera falin set to three days grace animal i have become on my feed but that just doesn’t happen anymore. because of woke

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This week on Interstitial Infinity, you are cordially invited to the wake of Shadow T. Hedgehog, to be held in the Karaoke Car.

There will be an open bar. It's what he would have wanted.

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Round 2

Baseball has sponsorships, right? If not maybe Blaseball does.

Propaganda Under The Cut

Jaylen Hotdogfingers:

The greatest came-back-wrong character ever. She's the mayor of Seattle. She's was the best pitcher in the league. She was murdered by an umpire in an act of divine retribution for the fanbase's transgression. The fanbase exploited game mechanics to bring her back to life. Immediately she murdered 12 people. She died again and got revived a second time as part of a team of undead players that killed god. She's a really awful batter. She has, like, 16 songs written about her and they're all really good. I thought about her every single day for a period of six consecutive months. I love her.

I'll be real. I'm an outsider to the Blaseball fandom. I don't understand it. I think they've crowdfunded characters from fictionalized fucked-up Baseball stats and a dream. I love seeing what the fuck they're doing in their eldritch sandbox just so much.

Simon Laurent:

I love him so much! Yay! Yippie! he got what he deserved tho

have i submitted him yet? if yes here he is again. what did you do to my French man, now he has anxiety, and maybe 50 other things. i can fix him, but it would require a lot of time travel and a complete lack of trains. as i can't do that, he instead gets his very own tumblr poll submission. one vote for train man is one dollar towards the invention of the simon-specific time machine. (your other guys cant come unless they have the same name sorry) its for a good cause

imagine: youre in the trolley situation. well an oh-so-kind tumblr user decided to give everyone who submits this character a get-out-of-a-train-free ticket! use that ticket, and you're no longer responsible for the death of someone (or you are no longer fated to die)!

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These episodes are so good you have to listen to these episodes

A new arc of Interstitial Infinity drops on Patreon at midnight tonight! $3+ patrons will be able to listen to FOUR new episodes in the penultimate arc of the season!

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Marn's timeloop 90s infinity train teens au has infected me

“What are you even looking at?”

Audrey’s elbow knocks Al back into the world- the sound of cars underneath the train platform, a disembodied voice giving times for arrival that are slowly getting delayed- the repetition of it was hard to keep your focus on. He looks to the grunge girl sitting on the bench beside him and he tries to muster his most certain voice. “I’m not looking at anything!”

It’s not hard to see through it, the way his voice cracks, and his eyes look wide like a cat having been caught with a paw in a fishbowl- Audrey levels her gaze at him and raises and eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”

To someone less used to her, Audrey’s tone would be read as angry or bitter, but it’s been weeks since they first met on the train, and the two of them had been going loop after loop with each other. It was more fun than having the same conversation with your brother every day through instant messages.

But even though she wasn’t trying to bully him, Al blushes and tries to hide his face, Audrey gives up on waiting for him to answer and looks across the train platform. It takes her a second, but eventually she clocks it. “Her?” She raises her hand to point at the blonde girl on the other side of the tracks and Al jumps at least a foot in the air. He jerks her arm down with both hands and spins in front of Audrey, who is now cackling to herself as her beat red friend hopes they aren’t causing too much of a commotion.

“Relax dude- she’ll forget when she goes to bed tonight.” Audrey says between cackles, and Alphonse can’t refute it. She’s right- that girl isn’t in the loop. Any embarrassment from this is fleeting, right? “Do you know her?” Audrey pulls Al out of thought again, and he looks past her at the reflection of the girl in a metal wind cover. “No- I. I’ve seen her around the past couple days. She must work around here or something.”

The girl across the way is standing with a bag over her shoulder, long blonde hair and- Al’s not a fashion person, but he can tell that this is a curated outfit. A longer jacket, a colorful pop of color from a beanie, how was he NOT supposed to look at her? It was also evident that this girl was looking for something, like she’s canvasing the area. Everyone else is in their own world but she’s clearly trying to take everything in.

For a moment, Al thinks he can see her looking directly back at him through the reflection and blushes, looking away from her and at Audrey, who is looking at him in the way that someone would look at a dog that thinks it can’t get off the couch.

“Why don’t you talk to her?” Al can feel his head shaking no before she can finish her sentence, and Audrey stares him down. “If you don’t I will. Dude, what’s the worst that could happen?” Al scratches the back of his head and tries to stall, feeling his heart in his throat and his face turning red. “Come on Audrey- I don’t know if that’s- If this is a good idea. How would I even get over there before the train comes?”

Audrey pinches the bridge of her nose, and the thermal lamp above them turns on to start warming the waiting area. She looks up with a grin as Al stammers out excuses. “You’re right, you probably won’t be able to get over there.” and she pushes past him, cupping her hands around her mouth and yelling.

“Hey!” Al considers throwing himself over the yellow line and into the path of the train. “Blonde girl!”

She jerks her head up, putting a foot back behind her as if expecting an attack, everyone on the train turns and looks at Audrey, and then at Rachel on the other side of the tracks. Al’s face was buried behind his hands- he hoped his gloves covered him enough that no one would see him.

Audrey holds out a hand towards Al, calling direct attention to him. “My friend here thinks your cute but he’s scared to go over there- Meet him for coffee tomorrow?” He wants to melt into the pavement, disappear entirely. He’s not sure if the girl is blushing or if the cold was hitting her face as much as his.

It felt like he was standing there forever, every eye on the two of them, and finally the girl starts to open her mouth and respond, but

Trains now arriving. Doors open on the left at Belmont.

A train blocks her from his vision, and Al pulls his hat down over his eyes and rushes forward to push onto the train. Audrey following behind him with a huge shit eating grin, she rushes to the other window and looks through, but another train has come on the far side, and the mess of people has made it impossible to see her anymore.

She turns to see Al giving her the angriest look she’s ever seen. “Audrey that was not ok.” She rolls her eyes- “it’s fine. She says yes, oh no there is no tomorrow for her, she says no, same hat. You lose nothing.” Her arguments weren’t convincing, and they ride in silence for a little bit as Al tries to replay the scene in his head.

He tries to remember her face, and the way her mouth was moving when she was responding- was that an ok? Was that a fuck off? What was she going to say? What does it matter anyway, when they’re trapped in this stupid fucking loop? Should he try earnestly tomorrow?

The next day, when the two of them come to the stop again at Audrey’s behest, Rachel is standing on their side of the tracks, and waves- a green number reflecting on her palm.

Al feels like he’s going to throw up.

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thing you need to know about me is never in my life will I get tenses right. We're in past tense, present tense, future, who cares

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yadda yadda everyone else is out getting donuts or something this aint about them

“I wasn’t born under a rock!” He tried protesting, but was only greeted with jeers and a shove backwards. Alphonse Elric reaches back with one arm to brace himself and bumps soundly into a beanbag chair. 

Rachel was standing above him and shaking her head. “It’s worse than a rock, you were born in like- 1890 or something.”  She stood over him like a large playful dog cornering something much smaller. There was no ill will, but Al could tell he did not have an advantage here. 

“It’s not- I was born in 1910.” Factual accuracy did not win him any points, and a prolonged raised eyebrow was used against him like a torch. He backed down- “Fine. I’m uncultured.” Rachel nodded sagely. “We agree. Make room.”

It was the arts and crafts car again, Rachel had wheeled out a black box on a trolley- Al had been around long enough now to understand a TV. Not how it worked, necessarily, but that it would show images and sound. He had seen them in the Casino, and a shopping mall car that he had visited with Rachel and the gang earlier.

Occasionally, there were times when the- was it an age difference? No, they were both the same age, it’s just the time between them, the worlds they’re from. Those things were so different it made him feel ancient compared to Rachel. But he tried to roll with the punches of new technology, especially when others seemed so confident about it.

He scooted in the beanbag, which was its own feat of strength and contortion, and Rachel plopped down next to him with the remote and turned on the TV. He could hear a loud click, and a thrum. An image slowly lit up the screen- green text on a forest background, and the kind of music he imagined Shigeo would listen to started to play.

“They didn’t have much in here but I got what I could.” Rachel explained, not looking at Al but the TV. She gesticulated with the remote and Al watched her as she talked. Until her gaze moves from the television to him, and she holds his eyeline for a moment. In a moment of what is read as irritation, Rachel makes a motion with her shoulders and eyebrows that makes Al flinch, and she nods at the TV like she’s chiding him. “You need to watch. I am not going to sit through Shrek by myself.”

Sheepish- he turns his head back towards the screen. There was something impressive about the technology at play, and the scientific part of his brain was trying to understand it. Eventually though, he just gave way to actually watching the story play out infront of him.

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It was about thirty minutes in when an intrusive thought wormed it’s way into Al’s head and out of his mouth.

“Do you think he’s here?” Al asked, Rachel’s head jerked up from the resting position it was drifting towards and she looked at him. “Michael Meyers?” Incredulous. Absurd. 

“No, no- Shrek. That guy.” Al pointed at the ogre on the screen freeing fairy tale animals.. “He’s troubled. We’ve seen adults. This is a story, right? We’re from stories. Is he on the train?” His brain was  Rachel looked between him and the screen, mouth agape. “That’s ridiculous. He- He can’t be right?” It was clearly enough to break her cool demeanor, and she looked off into the distance for a moment to mouth the words, deciding they tasted foul in her mouth. Is Shrek on the train…

The two of them sat there in silence for a moment- the sounds of Shrek and Donkey arguing about whether or not waffles will be made filling the space between them, and they both start to laugh. 

“He makes it out of this better- but Donkey, I think he’s on the train.” Rachel speaks in a voice that offers no chance for questions, Al responds with giggles. 

“Could you turn into Donkey?” 

“I could turn into a Donkey right now.”

“It wouldn’t be an animated Donkey though it would be a donkey like you.” 

“Do you think I can differentiate between animated and not?”

The two of them cackle and push each other on the bean bag,  and the way they watch this movie changes for the rest of it. Lord Farquad is definitely in the Apex. Fiona got on the train right when she goes Ogre for the first time. They switch to another movie after that and the same thing goes, slow piles of popcorn containers and soda cans growing around them as the night moves on.

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Eventually, Rachel is on the beanbag alone and Al is looking through DvD’s on a shelf behind her calling out titles to get her opinions. 

“Jurassic World?”

“What do you mean world? It’s a park.”

“Star Wars?”

“That’s for nerds- I am not going to lower myself to that.”

“So-” Al pauses, reading the box of a blue dvd and squinting at it. Rachel notes the cut off- “So what? What’s the title?” She turns around to see Al holding the case. “Sonic 2.” He looks at the blue little hedgehog on the front and looks to Rachel. “Shadow knew this guy.” He said softly. Carrying it over and sitting back down.

“Is he in it?”

Al looks at the back of the box, “I don’t… I don’t think so? He’s not on here at least. He would have made them give him top billing.” He smiles a bit thinking about it. 

Rachel can tell he’s getting in his head, and so asks the obvious question. “Want to watch it?” He sighs, flipping the box back over again. “It’s weird when it’s someone I know, right? Or I mean- It’s his life, kind of.”

Rachel shrugs and sinks into the cushion, looking up at the ceiling. “I mean, it could just be an interpretation of his life, right? He said he was from a video game.” Al nods, as if he’s just choosing to accept this. “Hmm. This is a movie. You’re right. I think.”

They choose to watch it,  and during the credits scene Al is on his feet and yelling.