#i still have all the original docs!

[liturgusakrattorum]

hmm. i should revisit the runes au sometime

[martyrbat]

batman: the animated series S2E01

[VD: an exterior shot of a house in Gotham City at night. One side is pristine, with crisp white paint and clean windows. The other side is decrepit, the windows bordered up as the building itself looks rusty and like it's falling apart. Inside, Bruce Wayne is shown in his Matches Malone disguise and is unconscious on the floor after being electrocuted for sneaking in through a window. In the foreground we can see a man's shoes as he sarcastically announces, “It appears we have a prowler!” His voice is low and growled as his henchman flips Bruce over so he's laying on his back.

Bruce groans lowly as the goon slaps him twice to wake him up. He's hoisted up on his feet and then is roughly turnt around to face the shadows, where the mystery man is standing with his arms crossed. He asks, “Who are you? What are you doing here?” Bruce stutters his explanation in a fake voice as he rubs his head, “I'm Matches Malone. Heard bout a new mob. Thought I could make some more dough…” The man steps closer and jeers, “Is that so?” He walks away as Bruce watches him. The man flips a coin once with one hand as he continues, “Well, you heard right. In fact, you can double your take on the jobs we’re pulling... Assuming I let you live to join my gang!” He dramatically steps out of the shadows, revealing to only Bruce's surprise that it's Harvey Dent!

Bruce gasps slightly and stares at Harvey in shock as Two-Face steps closer to him. He sneers, “Matches Malone, huh? Never heard of ya. But theres something about you that I don't like.” He jabs his finger against Bruce's chest as he goads, “Nothing that I can put my finger on but I trust my hunches. Kinda like a second sight, y'know?” He pulls out his coin and states the stakes, “Good heads you live, bad heads you don't. Simple, huh?” Behind Bruce, the goon cocks his gun as Harvey flips his coin. Bruce stares wide-eyed as Harvey looks at him with an impassive expression. The coin lands in Harvey's palm—the scarred side facing up. Bruce looks down at it with that same appalled expression before looking over his shoulder—where the gun is already being raised to bluntly hit his head with the muzzle of it. We hear Bruce's pained grunt as the scene cuts back to the exterior. END VD]

[insert-neologism]

bad astrology by flower face

[doctorbrown]

DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 19 / 31 * MEMORY 」

February 8, 1986

❝I just—I feel like I'm going crazy, Doc,❞ Marty says, dragging a hand roughly through his hair. He's hunched forward on the couch and Emmett has the sneaking suspicion that if he could shrink further into himself and disappear, he would try just that. Einstein, possibly sensing Marty's distress, abandons his spot beside Emmett to settle on the couch and lean his weight into Marty's leg.

❝I mean...I mean, how fucked up is it to feel like I hate it here even though everything's better now? Mom and Dad are actually happy and are spending time with each other, Dave and Linda are—hell, I barely recognise them—and the house and—❞

Emmett's gaze drops to Marty's anxiously bouncing knee as he works through his next words, nearly choking on the weight of them. He reaches out a firm, steady hand and places it atop Marty's bouncing knee to still the movements and, with some luck, project some much needed calm into the boy.

Last month's conversation with George McFly rings loudly in his ears—we're worried about our son, Doctor Brown—and the more Marty reveals, wittingly or unwittingly, the more difficult the lie Emmett will have to weave when George inevitably asks what he's learned.

❝God, Doc, last night at dinner they brought up our family vacation—the one we apparently took early last year when the publishing company offered Dad a contract for A Match Made In Space—and I can't keep smiling like I know what's going on when I don't have a clue! Then they keep asking and their tone of voice they sound so concerned, I...❞

He wishes he had something more concrete to tell him. While he understands feeling like a stranger in your own home and among your peers, he has never had the experience of actually being one, so wholly and completely removed from everything you once knew.

There's no hard and fast rule for how these things work. No published works he can read from other time travellers to glean their experiences and compare those to theirs, no sophisticated database even in the future—nothing.

It is all trial and error and Marty, unfortunately, with his unique experience of being the world's first time-traveller and having actively altered his previously existing timeline, is suffering effects of his unintended temporal excursion he never would have dreamed of.

This is not something they will be able to solve in a single night, but it is a much-needed start.

❝If you didn't answer the phone last night I don't know what I would've done. I just—I couldn't take being there anymore. It's stupid, I know, but when I called you and I said our code word and you didn't get it at first I thought—I thought you forgot. That that was something else that apparently just didn't happen because, I don't know, we weren't friends like that or something.❞

There's so much more to the story Marty doesn't say, that Emmett can infer from his body language, but he doesn't push for details for fear of sending him over an already unstable precipice. He is a pipe ready to burst despite how he tries to hold himself together, and Emmett has to consider the ensuing damage.

❝Marty,❞ Emmett says as he leans forward, his forehead creasing with unmasked concern. He removes his hand from Marty's knee to place them both on his shoulders and squeeze, offering a firm, grounding touch. Marty's head drops and beneath his clothing, Emmett can feel his shoulders start to shake.

❝Even if I didn't work out the discrepancy between the codewords, I wouldn't have just left you there if you were calling me for help. That I could ever forget you—it's simply unthinkable! Impossible, even.❞

You are my best friend across the entire space-time continuum.

Marty sniffs and nods. ❝I know, I said it was stupid, but... I don't want to keep being surprised with all these things that happened that I don't remember. Doc, what is the codeword that you remembered?❞

Emmett hums and pulls his hands back. ❝In order to avoid confusion, I suggested we invoke the name of my faithful old companion Copernicus as our code for whenever you covertly needed my assistance. As you would eventually meet him, it seemed fitting.❞

❝See, that's not how I remember it. We came up with the idea in '83. You told me to say something about Einstein.❞

He nods slowly. There was still a discrepancy there, however the ones between the two timelines in this case were extremely minor. Not significant enough for him to have been unable to piece together the underlying message.

❝What were the events that happened as you remember them, Marty? The way I remember it, you were peer pressured into joining that Needles character on some illegal escapade; likely something that would land you into a world of trouble if you were caught. When you refused to take part, you ran off and called me, hoping to keep it secret from your parents.❞

Marty purses his lips as he calls up the memory in question. ❝No, that's—Needles was there, yeah, but it was at a party at Emily Rockwell's place. Her parents were away for the weekend and Needles and his gang wouldn't leave me alone. Then there was a whole bunch of other stuff and—Mom was already drunk by then, Dave was working the late-night shifts at Burger King, and I didn't want Dad or Linda to know.❞

Emmett has half a mind to remind him he doesn't need to justify his reasons for ever seeking out his help, but he bites his tongue.

Instead, he tries to sift through his own memories, looking for a curtain or a doorway to a previously undiscovered mental pathway that would put them back on the same page.

He knows his own memories are changing—adapting. When he thinks back to George McFly seated on his couch, he recalls two different figures, one a pitiful spectre diametrically opposed to the straight-backed, confident man he has known throughout the years.

There are nights he sees through a dense fog—nights where Marty desperately tried anything he could to avoid going back home to his family, offering excuse after excuse to stay until he finally gave in and agreed to let him stay the night under the condition that he inform his family so they didn't assume the worst.

The process has been incredibly slow-going, but if he slowly received memories from a parallel life he once lived, the same must happen for Marty in time. If there was some kind of time-frame he could give him to ease the process, he would.

❝Tell me it's not gonna be like this forever, Doc. That I'm not going to be stuck like this when my family is waiting for—their Marty to remember all the good things they had. What if he never does? If I never do? Is everything I know just a lie?❞

[gaylittleguys]

it’s actually so fucked up and evil that random white npcs from bg3 that show up twice got more dedicated fans than Wyll

[mg549]

god i wish season 2 of h2o wasnt unwatchably misogynist 

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

imo everyone on earth should be talking about Him (don't want this showing up in the tag even though it's not a diss) but everytime i go to the tag and there's only like 3 new posts i'm like. oh yeah almost no one cares except me and like 5 other ppl on here

i ran out of tags KFHSJENNXN i don't think that's literally ever happened to me before anyways don't read them because it's just me being insane as per usual

[outofthiisworld]

anonymous sent in: Green Lantern? .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction!

[🧪💜] “GREEN LANTERN?!? Whaddyou mea— WHICH ONE?! There’s like—seven THOUSAND of those assholes! 3,600 sectors!!"

Doc had COUGHED, WHEEZED, and SPUTTERED at the mere mention of the intergalactic, peacekeeping corps. Enough to pique Ophelia's interest, surely:

"Ooh? What's wrong? You sound upset."

"WHAT'S WRONG?! Ophelia. They're [COPS]. That's whats wrong. I'm sure they got a whole DATABASE on our asses somewhere— either for being apart of ATLAS or blowing it up. Either way you shake it, we're technically wanted, intergalactic criminals— or did you forget?"

"Mm. Okey dokey. I like the one in the—"

"NO. no. I don't want to hear it. Not under this roof."

[nordicbananas]

me when @floraldresvi sends me a yoimiya drabble (I LOVE YOU!!! FOREVER!!!!!!)

[kiwibirdlafayette]

Origins server officially dead you know what that means (starborne jord’s my OC now and i can forrealz consider all my headcanons canon >:]c)

[semiotomatics]

honestly don't know how I'd survive without speedruns/video game playthroughs

[kirishwima]

is it reaaally a shitty shift if the ER doctor doesnt snap at you?

[aquilamage]

getting so far ahead of myself but can't stop thinking about how I would format stuff with putting the transcript out there

[doctorbrown]

Everyone in the X-Men universe has the story of how their powers first awakened/manifested and Doc's would absolutely be something along the lines of because he wasn't allowed to have a pet, he took to feeding one of the friendly stray dogs around Hill Valley when he was a boy and some of the local bullies (probably the Tannen of his generation, lbr) doing as the delinquents of the time did, started going after this dog and without thinking, Emmett is rushing forward to save his little canine friend and just full on stops time, lowkey panics but not enough to stop him from grabbing the dog and bolting as far as he can until the effect wears off, leaving the bullies very confused and extremely freaked out. And so begin the rumours, naturally.

And no, he absolutely cannot tell his parents, especially not his father, but young Emmett knows something is up with him so now it's time to start sneaking off and doing some sneaky scientific experiments to figure out just what the hell that was and how he can do it again/control it.

[derelictheretic]

Thanks for all the wip tags, as per usual I will be hoarding them for a month or two until my creativity hits me for a week and gives me something to share

[newdejavuu]

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