#doctor tyme

[volatile-shorty]

its raining men💜

ROLLER DISCO SUPERVILLAIN??? HE WAS MADE FOR ME...if i was in the doom patrol id be like fuck this im going to the rollerskate disco dimension forever peace out freaks

[insertive-not-assertive]

batman and superman are canon in DP, then so is my s/i. dont worry doctor tyme, ILL disco rollerskate w you

[the-fiction-witch]

Bump

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

I continued on my rounds checking my paperwork, as and when required popping in to anyone who wasn't urgent enough to come into the hospital. I checked on my way to the last house for the day, so I put my paperwork away and carried my bag with me, to the familiar deep blue front door, I fixed my jacket a little and swung the silver knocker a few times. The door swung open revealing young Elis Mayflower in her usual dress, "Ohh 'ello Dr Dawkins, we were expectin' you" She nodded and opened the door to let me in "Thank you, Elis," I nodded and took off my hat and jacket which Elis happily took "Where is she?" "Upstairs Doctor" She nodded I nodded and made my way up the stairs bag in hand. I headed down the hall past the paintings and small mostly unused rooms, until I stopped just before the last door.

The door was open a crack, light cascading from within, the sweet gentle sounds barely audible. I pushed open the door enough my body could slip inside, the well-polished wooden floor covered in dancing shadows from the fire, the flames in the fireplace danced and flickered sending the smell of oak wood and tyme across the room, the sound of the wood cracking and popping, the dark purple walls littered with almost too many paintings to even see the walls any longer, the window to the side shuttered up and then a curtain over it letting not a single bit of the harsh light from outside find its way, The various furniture littered the room.

The Main feature of the room, of course, the large wooden bed. With four tall wooden posts and a railing that normally hung purple curtains but they were missing today, the bed sheets were tossed into one corner of the bed, and sitting in it was the most perfect of sights.

Y/n sat in the bed, her back sat up but she had so many pillows between her and the headboard she must have been six inches from it if not more, her legs our straight, her hair free from any braids, and twisted, plaits or anything else, allowed to hang completely free with a slight kink to the hair where it so often lived plaided up and hidden below her hat. Her hair slightly in her face hiding it from me, she wore only a cotton shirt with long billowing sleeves that stopped just below her thigh, I thought for a moment I recognised it, as well as a pair of purple woollen socks that reached her knees with one white stripe around the top, her toes wiggling as they where warmed by the fire, her hands stroking her stomach, as she looked as if she was hiding a small barrel under her dress.

The small wooden and silver box on her table, the small silver ballerina twirling slowly as it paid her the music box song, the slight clicking and tinniness to the song as the music was plaid. And she sang with it, her voice gliding along the notes not loud enough for anyone beyond the door could hear her, as her hands stroked her stomach, tenderly, carefully, almost like she was afraid but loved all the same, her eyes on her enlarged belly and nothing else as if it and she were all that existed.

I couldn't hold back a smile, I must have looked an absolute picture, smiling so widely my cheeks hurt, red with blush to see her this way. I softly closed the door and took soft steps to lean my shoulder on the bedpost not enough to draw her attention, so I stood and watched for what could have been a thousand years, until her music box stopped and thus her song ended. "You're glowing," I spoke up, She jumped a little at my sudden words but she looked up with a sweet innocent smile, "Ohh, Hello Doctor Dawkins," She smiled, "I didn't hear you come in," "I didn't want to disturb your sweet song," I cooed unable to drag my eyes away from her just wanting to look at her a little while longer. She smiled "Aren't you going to examine me, doctor?" "Alright," I smiled moving to sit on her bed, I set my bag on the bed and opened it up to search through for what I needed. "How are you feeling?" "Much the same," She nodded leaning on her arms so I could touch her stomach, I checked her over as we spoke making sure everything was as it should be asking her short questions about how things were going and much of it was the same as last I saw her "So, When will it be?" She asked excitedly,

"Well, that's the question isn't it," I chuckled "I wish I could tell you, but unfortunately children are sort of a law unto themselves, when baby decides its time, then baby will come." I explained "You, I or anyone else doesn't have much of a say in it. But baby will let you know when it's time" I told her stroking her sweet cheek "Alright?" "Alright," she nodded, "I admit I am half tempted to get you a room at the hospital, just so you're close by," I told her, "I want to be here, where I'm comfortable." She said stroking her bump "Are you sure you don't want to be at the hospital?" "I'm sure," She nodded "Alright, as soon as you feel a contraction I want to know" I warn her, "I'll run all the way here if I have to." I winked "Can I? Please?" She pleads I smiled and got my stethoscope from my bag I gave the end a little warm with my hand before I tugged up her shirt just far enough to see her bare stomach, I put the other end to my ear and listened as I rested it on her skin, I shifted it across her skin until I found the best place to hear the rhythmic beating, for a moment I was frozen as I heard the gentle beats, each caused my own heart to swell and I had to fight back the tears "Here," I smiled and handed her the listening end and she happily put it to her ear and listened with the most excited smile I had ever seen a girl have,

She sniffled, tears slowly falling staring at her stomach as she listened "Hi Darling," She cooed and you could see the movement as the baby kicked, "You think he can hear me?" "Of course, he can, He can hear you talk to him, hear you sing to him, You're his mother, he loves you more than anyone will ever understand," I told her kissing her forehead, "Can he hear his daddy?" She asked as she took my hand and settled it on her stomach so I could feel him kick, "Of course, He can." I smiled giving her bump a sweet kiss "Hi little guy," I smiled as I rubbed my nose on her stomach and I gave her bump and our baby kisses. "It won't be long now, I'm sure of it." "Good, I don't want to be pregnant anymore Jack" She laughs returning my stethoscope to my bag,

"No?" "No. My feet are so swollen I can't wear shoes, I don't fit in any of my dresses anymore, I leak everywhere, I'm throwing up all the time, He's kicking me like I'm a football," She explained "It's not fun being pregnant Jack." "You said you liked it?" "I did when I was a couple of months and I had a cute little bump I could stroke as we walked through town." "You were adorable." I smiled thinking back to when she was newly pregnant, wandering around town with her little bump in her dress, I admit it made me feel very proud of myself. "And still are." "I'm as big as a ship Jack." she pouted, "They'll try to hollow me out and sail me to Africa," "You're a ship?" I chuckled, "ummmm" She nodded, "Well then, Permission to come aboard?" I smirked climbing over her to start kissing all over her face and neck which caused her giggle "Ohh yes a very beautiful ship, the most beautiful ship in the world, I shall have to steal her and sail the world single-handedly with her!" "Jack!" she laughed as she pushed me off her, "What's this anyway?" I glared tugging on her shirt, "I borrowed it," She giggled, "Borrowed?" "Well you've been working so much," she innocently smiled "We missed you." "I've missed you both too." I smiled, "But I need to do all this extra work, so I have lots of time off for when baby comes. I don't wanna be stuck up the hospital and leave you here with our little one, I wanna be here to help, and cuddle, and watch him grow. I don't wanna miss anything."

"Good, You can stay up all night when he cries then." "Ohh I know I will, I know what a trial it is trying to get you out of bed when you don't want to." "I don't like to be awoken," She pouts, "I just want this to be over." "Over?" I asked a little worried, "You know what I mean, I'm just… It's been a long nine months Jack, I'm tired." "I know you are," I smiled and kissed her lips "It won't be too much longer sweetheart."

[delululover]

Idk or care about who is top/bottom. But I am curious about who is Great and who is Tyme amongst BibleJes because imagine seeing Bible in a doctor attire with glasses on, uff I will literally evaporate, and also Jes is a very handsome man, a surgeon's role will suit him as well. So I am really curious to see who will be the smexy surgeon.

[scotianostra]

Esther Inglis

Dear Davy Tolmie - I am fair pleased that ye hae taen tent o Esther Inglis, but I’m afraid she deit on 30 August 1624, nae 10th; I quote hir testament dative, NRS CC8/8/53, p.27, registered “xi martii 1625”,  viz.  “ye tyme of hir deceis quha deceist vpon the penult day of august 1624” ; the same info is in David Laing’s great “Notes” in the 1865 Proceedings of the Society of Antiquaries, available in PDF online.  I published twa muckle articles on hir in spring 2023, one in the online “SSL 48.2” (just google that, and the journal will come up) and in the Journal of the Edinburgh Bibliographical Society.  There is a huge amount of info about her online at “estheringlis.com” - there is an awful lot of colonialist nonsense anent “Esther Inglis the Elizabethan Englishwoman” online,  maist recently in the piece “Happy New Yeeres from the Newberry”, pitten oot be the Newberry Library in Chicago, and it’s gaun to be a lang, lang trauchle tae get the puir wumman acknowledged for the daughter of Edinburgh that she was; but if ye could correct “10th” August  to “30th”, that would be great. 

Thank you Doctor Reid-Baxter, am just a wee auld guy who enjoys telling the world about oor ain country, the info I post is from what is available to me at the time, and while I try to be as accurate with my poosts, as I cann, I can’t claim to always be 100% right. The links I added to the posts I made, going back to 2019 originally, pre-date your own, I have amended the 2023 date, and come August 30 this year I shall refresh myself with her story via your links from 2023, I doth my cap to fellow Scots who share anything that tells the story of oor ain fowk, thank you 

[stelly38]

Yes, it’s an old article, but this is the sort of taking-the-piss-out-of-it I LIVE for.  It gives me liiiiife, darling.  This is by Patrick Freyne, in the Irish Times, dated June 11, 2017.  Hilarious!  (and that’s not the photo that came with the article; I grabbed this one off the nets.)

Poldark: He’s so fertile, I may have got pregnant watching him

18th century mining mogul, stealth Irishman and professional hunksman Ross Poldark is very fertile. As someone who has studied 18th-century medicine (the points were low) I believe this may be due to all that cliff-top horse-riding he does and possibly regular leechings.

And so Ross's first love, Elizabeth, is pregnant with his child but married to his arch-enemy, the upwardly mobile rotter George Warleggan. This is the key dramatic driver of the new series. The elitist banker Warleggan is, once more, pitched against the tin-mining man-of-the-people Poldark, as if they're the protagonists of some sort of olden-days Brexit.

We know Warleggan (Jack Farthing) is a baddy because he enjoys the effete pastimes of the age – thwarting villagers and standing in a drawing room with his hands behind his back and a puss on him.

In contrast, whenever we cut to Ross (Aidan Turner) and his saintly wife Demelza (Eleanor Tomlinson) they are carrying bales of hay, or pumping water, or punching sheep, or wrestling horses. They are generally to be found breathing heavily and perspiring, with a lock of hair in their faces, something which has no effect on the general viewer whatsoever.

Poldark, all in black, his brow furrowed like an Olde Tyme goth, has much on his mind. Demelza wishes he didn’t always “rise before dawn” Fine-Gael-style as he walks by, once more, carrying a cow over his head or something. “Everyone has shadows,” he explains later. “The trick is to outrun them.”

This shows a basic and panicky misunderstanding of the science of shadows, but we’ll let it pass. It’s the 18th century.

Over in Warleggan’s place George is trying to wean the family off Ross’s earthy influence. There’s Ross’s Aunt Agatha, who hints darkly about disasters to come from the corner of the room, much like a newspaper columnist or Twink.

And then there's Elizabeth's son, Geoffrey Charles, who has never read any old English novels about what happens to the first children of remarried English aristocrats, and so is unwisely insolent towards George.

In a moment of rebellion, he runs off with Ross who shows him how to manfully batter the inside of a cave with a pickaxe, thus inculcating him with a transgressive love for manual labour and, possibly, shirtlessness.

Actually, Ross keeps his shirt on for this episode, leaving the more explicit hunking to two new characters, Demelza’s brothers, the wannabe preacher Sam and the Canadian hip-hop artiste Drake (editor’s note: um, I think that’s a different Drake, Patrick).

This tuneful duo arrives to bring news that Demelza’s father is dying, and we are promised, in a teaser for next week, that one of them will divest himself of his horrible chafing shirt. Shirts are so uncomfortable. I regularly take my shirt off, because, as you know, typing is manual labour (editor’s note: that reminds me, you’ve a meeting with HR today, Patrick).

There are minor subplots. Caroline Penvenen, a friend and local pug-farmer (well, she has a pug), is marrying noble military doctor Dwight Enys in defiance of her kindly, slowly-expiring guardian Bergerac (John Nettles). Geoffrey Charles also bonds with his new governess, his cousin Morwenna, who gazes lustfully at hunky Drake, no doubt contemplating his Hotline Bling.

Poldark is, as always, almost bizarrely gripping and entertaining. Possibly due to its roots in the novels of Winston Graham, it never undermines its historical strangeness with high-concept notions or overly prescient references to the internet or the millennium bug or Jeremy Corbyn. It looks amazing. Everything is sun-dappled or candle-lit.

The tense omnipresent soundtrack is, somehow, never intrusive. The striking-looking, charismatic actors never undermine the dark, morally problematic melodrama by winking to camera.

And then there's the beautiful, ocean-battered coastline of Cornwall along which Ross and Demelza ride when in emotional turmoil and which some liken to "another character on the show".

Sadly, it hasn't yet been given any lines ("Whatsa matter Mister-a-Poldark?" for example) but it is spectacular. It is, as you know, played by Timothy Spall.

It’s the 18th-century so life is hard. There are references to the war which will, I think, dominate later episodes. There are two deathbed scenes (for nice Ray Penvenen/Bergerac and Demelza’s brutish father) and a difficult childbirth scene which all occur under the eerie shadow of “a black moon”.

Elizabeth spends the episode trying get thrown from a horse or flinging herself down stairs in fear that George will listen to Aunt Agatha’s hints about the child’s parentage and figure out that Elizabeth is nine months and not eight months pregnant.

The latter action apparently causes her to go into labour. Ross spends a bit of time lurking outside the window spying at this point, which is pretty weird behaviour even for him (this show expects you to forgive a lot).

Anyway, it’s very important for Elizabeth that there’s no indication that she might be giving birth to Poldark’s child. The baby comes out shirtless, brooding, riding a small horse and wearing a tricorn hat.

“He favours you, I think,” says Elizabeth to George, chancing her arm.

“Yes,” says George, a little desperately, as the baby moodily gallops along a clifftop with a sheep under his arm. “I see the resemblance.”

Back at the Poldark residence Demelza tells Ross that she too is pregnant, and to be honest, after an hour watching I’m feeling a bit pregnant myself. “Curse my hunky fertile genes!” cries Ross Poldark shaking his fist at the heavens in anticipation of an excitingly tumultuous eight episodes to come.

Okay, he doesn’t say the last bit but you get the picture. That Poldark, what’s he like?

Link to original if you like:

https://www.irishtimes.com/culture/tv-radio-web/poldark-he-s-so-fertile-i-may-have-got-pregnant-watching-him-1.3116115

[dr-jaidantyme]

Hello! Welcome to ebbot labs ask box, I am jaidan tyme founder of ebbot labs along with my cofounder colleague and best friend doctor Cedric west can answer any questions you may have about us and our work!

[paramar]

*record scratch* OH THAT BRENDON PEREA WAS DOCTOR TYME IN DOOM PATROL.

[snowlessknitter]

The Masked Singer: S10 E6 (One Hit Wonder Night) Running Commentary

There wasn’t an episode last week because Fox was airing the World Series. (BTW, congratulations to the Texas Rangers on winning their first World Series championship.)

This week four new masks are joining the competition. As always, I post before seeing any unmaskings, so don’t take these as spoilers.

Donut 🍩: The judge immediately remarked on his height, so he might be an athlete. A lot of references to the Wild West and country music. He said he was part of a “megahit” that catapulted him to number 1. We also saw a police bridge, and he’s been around the theater. He said he just had the toughest year of his life. He actually does sound a lot like Bjorn Skifs (the lead singer of Blue Swede, whose song “Hooked on a Feeling” Donut is singing tonight), but I don’t think the judges would know who Bjorn Skifs is, just Blue Swede. My mind is kind of leaning towards the original RoboCop, Peter Weller (who is also an academic in addition to his acting career). The bonus clue: “How Bizarre” by OMC. He says he’s had “hit after hit”. I think Ken’s guess of Jeff Bridges is the most plausible, actually. Jeff Bridges has been in a bunch of hit movies and has a brother named Beau (the bow and arrow clue). As for the country and western clues, he won an Oscar playing a country singer in CrazyHeart (where he did his own singing) and was nominated for Oscars for his performances in The Last Picture Show (which is set in a dying Texas town), the remake of True Grit (set in the Old West) and Hell or High Water (which is a neo-Western film). I’m going with Jeff Bridges for now.

Hibiscus 🌺: Grew up in a large family. We see a gingerbread house, has interacted with Sharon Stone, David Bowie, and Elton John. Has married multiple times. She mentioned a “stint in a hospital”, which means she either had a prior medical career or possibly was on General Hospital, E.R., or Grey’s Anatomy. Bonus clue: “I’m Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred. She says she’s competed in beauty pageants and worn a tiara. I’m a bit stumped here, but I’m leaning towards Kim Zolciak only because she’s attempted a singing career.

Anteater 🐜 😋: I saw some online speculation that this could be John Oates from Hall & Oates, but let’s see the clues first. He’s had a long career. Saw a cougar roaring at him. Went through a dark time and moved onto a farm. We see an eye on a box. Just from the voice alone, this does kind of line up with John Oates. Bonus clue: “Somebody’s Watching Me” by Rockwell. He says he sang in front of 40% of the entire world. My first thought went to Live Aid, and I think Hall & Oates played that show. (Double checked, they did indeed play the Philadelphia part of the event.) But it’s the voice more than anything else. Oates doesn’t sing a lot of lead vocals with Hall & Oates (Daryl Hall primarily fills that role), but if you’ve ever listened to “She’s Gone”, you can hear John pretty prominently in that song singing the lower melody and there’s a rasp that was there in 1973 (when the song was originally released) and I can still hear it in Anteater’s voice.

Candelabra 🕯️: Seen calling Kevin Hart. She began her career at age 12. We see a butterfly 🦋 which means she could have a connection to Michelle Williams from Destiny’s Child. Well, Kelly Rowland has been performing since she was a tween, being a part of Girls Tyme with Beyoncé (which was a forerunner to Destiny’s Child). And of course, she and Beyoncé were bandmates with Michelle Williams. But…we see the state of California, and Destiny’s Child is from Texas. The bonus clue: “Two Princes” by Spin Doctors. “Who needs two princes when you have one Fire Princess?” Nicole’s guess of Brandy is a good one, and Brandy is from California. I’m going to officially say I’m stumped on this one. But I have a feeling she won’t be unmasked tonight.

[nuknoe]

MENtal Health Check!

Every Monday, Ill make the attempt to check in with my Mental Health. Im gonna be a Man speaking about his Mental Health more openly. I have NOT as of yet went to a doctor and been diagnosed with anything but trust me, its coming. The main purpose of doing this (for me) would to Get Out of My Head! I spend a LOT of tyme wasting time by being caught up in my mental. I will definitely expound on…

[rk-ocs]

I put another Yugioh abridged into the ebonics translator after being inspired by the first

---

Yugioh abridged ebonics translated script episode 3

Yo YAMI: ah'm not actually in dis here episode... has anyone seen muh motha fuckin agent?

On top o' da skoo, dusk

YUGI (thinkin`): Well, gramps's uh drooling green. an' now, thanks ta Pegasus, he's lost his soul too. ah've just gotta save him. But first, ah should prob'ly figure out how ta git down from here. yo? uh little he`p here? Anybody?

Joey's room

JOEY: werd up, it's another video! ah wonder if Pegasus wants muh motha fuckin soul too?

He puts da video in da player

SERENITY (on da video): wut up big brudda?

JOEY: It's muh motha fuckin sister who sounds nothin' like me!

SERENITY: da doctors gots been so busy trying ta figure out why muh motha fuckin voice iz so high-pitched, dey've neglected ta treat muh motha fuckin eyesight! So ah'm going blind. Well, seeya later! ..or not..

JOEY: ah guess muh motha fuckin soul ain't pimp-tight enough fo' Pegasus.

At skoo da next day

YUGI: ah've decided ta accept Pegasus' invitation an' travel ta his private island where ah'll be completely at his mercy. It's uh shame rich megalomaniacs is immune from da law, otherwise we's could just page da po-po!

JOEY: Cash sho do do terrible things ta niggas. It's like da old sayin` goes: Money iz da root o' all-

TRISTAN: werd up peep! dis here tournament has uh prize o' three million bones!

JOEY: Cha-ching! Duelist Kingdom, here ah come!

Outside

YUGI: werd up Joey, remember da tyme we's became niggas?

JOEY: Yeah.

Flashback

YUGI: Give me back muh motha fuckin Millennium Puzzle you big dickweeds! Waaaah!

JOEY an' TRISTAN: we's be tormenting you!

End flashback

YUGI: Actually Joey, ah wuz jivin' 'boutthe part afta dat.

JOEY: awww.. awww yeah, now ah remember!

Flashback

YUGI: ah mean it pimpz, give it back!

JOEY an' TRISTAN: we's be still tormenting you!

End flashback

JOEY: nigga, pimp-tight times!

YUGI: nahh Joey, ah mean da tyme when ah saved you from dat bully!

JOEY: Huh.. nahh.. nahh, ah don' remember dat..

YUGI: But ah wuz all heroic an' sheeit!

JOEY: werd up, remember da tyme me an' Tristan took yo' Millennium Puzzle?

Flashback

YUGI: Waaaahahahaaah!

JOEY an' TRISTAN: Torment!

End flashback

YUGI: Remind me why we's be niggas ag'in?

At da boat fo' Duelist Kingdom

KEMO: Attention Duelists! muh motha fuckin fro iz telling you dat it's tyme fo' you ta board! Anyone caught without uh madness hairstyle will NOT be permitted ta enter da Duelist Kingdom!

JOEY: (Being held by guards) werd up! But muh motha fuckin fro's all blonde an' poofy!

GUARD: Sorry nigga, but it needs ta be at least twice da size o' yo' head fo' it ta count.

YUGI: He's wif me.

GUARD: Wow! yo' fro's madness enough fo' two niggas! Okay he can go.

JOEY: Thanks Yug. nigga, yo' fro really iz madness. What da heck's yo' secret?

YUGI: L'Oréal. cuz ah'm worf it.

TÉA: Come on, Tristan! Let's sneak on board like Solid Snake!

TRISTAN: don' our parents even care dat we's be missing?

MAI: iz dat uh Lightforce Sword in yo' pocket or is you just happy ta see me?

JOEY: Check it out, Yug. It's uh pair o' giant titties attached ta uh beotch.

MAI: da name's Mai Valentine. It's not uh very subtle pun, but then ag'in, nuttin' 'boutme iz very subtle.

JOEY: Boooobiiiiies.

MAI: ah'll crush you when we's git ta da island.

JOEY: Wif yo' boobies, right?

TRISTAN: wut wrong, Téa?

TÉA: ah need ta use da baf room, but da beotch who dubs me won't admit it.

TRISTAN: In another few hours da sun will rise!

TÉA: What da f*ck do dat mean?!

werds n shit appears on screen: (seriously, he actually says dat... wtf?)

TÉA: werd up, ain't dat Bakura?

TRISTAN: Bakura? da limey kid from skoo?

TÉA: wut he doin' here?

TRISTAN: Who cares? He's not even uh main character!

Rex's room on da boat

REX: Woah! Uh-huh-huh.. Come ta Raptor.

MAI: Tell you what, Rex, if ah win dis here duel, ah git ta use yo' room. But if you win, then ah'll give you uh kiss!

REX: tight. Then ah, like, won't be uh virgin anymo'.

On deck

WEEVIL: Heh-heh, werd up Yugi, heh-heh, like, give me yo' cards or somethin`. Heh-heh.

YUGI: Well, you clearly evil, but ah see nahh reason not ta trust you.

WEEVIL: Say peace out ta Exodia! (throws Exodia overboard) Heh-heh-heh-heh, yeah, heh-heh dat wuz tight, heh-heh-heh (leaves)

YUGI: Holy cow, ah never even seen dat coming!

JOEY: ah'll save 'em! (dives afta da cards)

da theme from Titanic plays

JOEY: mus'.. risk.. life.. fo' cards!

Yugi dives in afta him ta save him

rap stops

TRISTAN: (drops uh ladder down ta dem) werd up! git uh room you two!

Boat hallway

MAI: git out, loser! (Chucks Rex into da hall)

REX: Uh.. did ah just score?

On deck

TÉA: Sorry you almost drowned, pimpz.

TRISTAN: If it's any consolation, da sun will be up in uh few hours!

JOEY: nigga, ah can't believe ah didn't save yo' cards! Compared ta dis here, muh motha fuckin sister's imminent blindness seems like uh minor inconvenience!

YUGI: yo' sister? How come you never mentioned dat sub-plot 'bfoe?

JOEY: muh motha fuckin parents gots divorced uh long tyme ago, cuz ah tried teaching her how ta cruize.

Flashback

SERENITY: (in uh `64) Joey! Stop dis here madness thin`!

JOEY: Apply da handbrake, ya dum broad!

End flashback

TRISTAN (thinkin`): If she's going blind, ah might actually gots uh chance wif her!

Morning

YUGI: we's'll bof do our bomb, Joey! You fo' yo' sister, an' me fo' muh motha fuckin gramps.

TÉA: ah'm not even sho why ah bothered coming!

TRISTAN: werd up, peep! ah wuz right 'boutthe sun!

End

Stinger: Don' make me come ova there bitch...

[fi-wardsword]

[charlieism]

legit forgot that tyme flirts with rita and not larry in tyme patrol. like larry wasnt even there. ive just convinced myself there was a whole gay thing going on

[gridinitiatememe]

Dr. Tyme

[forest-of-thought]

When Dr. Tyme roller skated like a smooth criminal towards the group to "Bad Girls" with his bulging biceps and cocky body language I fucking swooned.

Never wanted to fuck a clock before but here we are.