#All The Time In The World

[williammarksommer]

Clown Motel

Nevada

All The Time In The World

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Ektar 100iso

[terapsina]

THE POLLS 1 & 3 OF TIME LOOP EPISODES FOUND (by scrolling down) HERE (also where in a week I'll put the winners into a separate ultimate poll).

[guessimdumb]

The Nips - All The Time In The World (1978)

Before Shane MacGowan founded the Pogues, he fronted the Nips (Nipple Erectors). Here's their first 45.

Now its all over, I'm sorry baby, my brains are in my pants

[momentsbeforemass]

A place for me

Over the weekend, there was a young man at one of the Masses. He was there with his family.

Because he was happy, he was making noises. Some were words, most of them weren’t. Sometimes he did it when everyone else was talking, sometimes not.

When he got too excited, his parents would calm him. By holding his hand. Or with a gentle arm around his shoulder. Watching him snuggle up, you could see how much they loved him.

And everyone else at that Mass?

No one was bothered by any of it. He was right where he belonged.

I have to admit I got a little choked up about it. Because of their love.

And because it took me back to a moment in my life when God showed me the truth. About the Church. And about myself.

When I was getting serious about joining the Catholic Church, I went to a lot of Masses. To figure things out, to watch what happened. But the one that really got to me was one where I payed attention to the people.

The people there ran the gamut. They were from all different places. Old and young. Singles and families. Pretty much everyone you could think of. But two people really stayed with me.

There was a man with cerebral palsy, who used a wheelchair to get around. What struck me about him was that he was…just part of everybody’s normal. No one was put off by his presence. Or bothered by his difficulty speaking or his difficulty moving. At Mass, he was just like everybody else.

But there was another man, who was slower than everyone else. At least in his speech. I don’t know why, but you could see that he struggled to form his words, and to get them out. Because of that, with the responses, he would finish saying them a word or two after everyone else. When it came longer things like the Gloria, he was finishing maybe six or eight words after everyone else.

Not only was no one bothered by this.

But there was something else going on. I didn’t catch it until the Our Father, during the Eucharistic Prayer.

The priest was waiting for him to finish. Not impatiently, but with this quiet smile.

Like it was just part of the prayer. And the two of them had all the time in the world.

It was in that moment that God put something in my heart.

And I knew, that if there was a place for them here, then maybe, just maybe, there was a place here for me too.

Today’s Readings

[jt1674]

[iris-in-the-rain]

Say what you want about Jack Bristow, but he kept his promise.

[f-z-blackheart]

A letter

You’d think you would get used to being kicked out of the kitchen whenever Thanksgiving rolled around. “Accalia, come on let me help.”

“You fucking basted the turkey in a mint butter egg wash three years ago. You’re not getting back in here for at least a decade Maria.” My spouse glowered and pointed the knife at my throat.

“Babe, you know I don’t mind sharp things around my throat,” My eyes fixed on the knife. “I'd really rather your fangs be the only thing piercing my throat. Or Sophia's.” I held up my hands and backed away. Who am to argue with my wife?

“You know your blood wouldn’t go to waste with me around, even if Sophia’s away for a bit.” She turned back to the kitchen to roughly chop an onion. “Why don’t you break out that typewriter and write to someone?”

“Oh, like who? I don’t have thralls like you or Sophia do.”

“What about that barista in Cap Hill?”

I bit back a comment. She was nice, but when she found out about my immortality. Well, she didn’t slap me. Just ghosted me. “Yeah, sure.” Still, I vanished into my study with the typewriter. Who knows, maybe inspiration would hit me.

Fifteen minutes later with a blank sheet of paper staring me back, I had nothing. No inspiration, no ridiculous shower thought, not even a haiku. “Oh for fucks sake, why can’t I write?” My head hit the table with a thud. I looked up at the venerable typewriter and saw etched into it’s body.

“To my beloved friend Maria, love Liz.”

It took a moment to ease the tension out of me. Inspiration had found me.

Elizabeth,

I hope this letter finds you in good health.

I know it’s been more than a decade since we’ve talked.

I stopped. “Do I really want to do this?” My fingers continued.

And I would understand if this is out of the blue and unwelcome but I just hope you’re well.

I stopped again. The thought hung heavy in the air. ‘Should I ask if we should meet?’ I shrugged, and kept typing.

Maybe we should catch up some time, if you want.

-Maria.

I locked eyes with the letter. It’s mere existence challenged me. Still, a part of me missed her. A part wanted something akin to closure with her. With a breath, I pulled it from the spool. Addressed an envelope, and sealed it with wax. “I’ll mail this off tomorrow.”

A Week later

“Maria!” Sophia’s voice woke me from my sleep.

“I’mup.” I sat up and looked about. “What’s with the noise?”

Sophia pressed a letter into my face. “You have a letter from Elizabeth.”

“Well shit.” I mumbled.

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Hey there Tumblr, my name is F. Zoe Blackheart, and I hope you enjoyed reading this.

This is a short bit of promo writing for a story that I am getting published in "Queer for the New Year". It's an anthology and my story "All the Time in the World" is following Maria as she faces the consequences of her actions.

If you click on the title that will take you to the store so you can pre-order the anthology in the US. That said, Balance of Seven is working with Sapphic Sweets to ship internationally here so you're not going to be left out either.

I want to also say that I'm glad Balance of Seven is out here helping normalize queer media by being a queer publishing company and it has been an absolute delight to work with them.

[rex101111]

me? Write another sad fic about these legos?? more likely than you think!

please read, please i have been working on this for ages and its one chapter of two that is ten thousand words long please i am begging

[williammarksommer]

Saguaro Sunset

Arizona

All The Time In The World

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Ektar 100iso

[sasa-chan]

SPY kids: All The Time In The World (2011)

[wenotgonnatalkaboutit]

I wish life wasn’t so finite so I could spend a million years with my best friend and my cat, but I guess that makes the time with them all the more special

[bookwyrminspiration]

god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait

[ecoamerica]

Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared

The American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 broadcast recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by active climate leaders. Watch to find out which finalist received the $50,000 grand prize! Hosted by Vanessa Hauc and featuring Bill McKibben and Katharine Hayhoe!

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[maxgicalgirl]

Being a “Fun Fact !” kind of autistic is all fun and games until you get halfway through sharing an interesting tidbit and realize that it probably wasn’t appropriate to share in polite company and now you have to deal with the consequences :(

[ot3]

i love the artistic stylings of studio ghibli as much as anyone else does but im kind of sick of anything with like vivid environments and big blue skies being branded as ghibliesque. because its like. you know where else you can hypothetically find some vivid environments with big blue skies? my friend the great and wonderful outdoors are here for you