#it happened to me when i was 13

[seoscribbles]

John Oliver is so crazy cus you see him and he's british and he's wearing a suit in front of a fake new york city skyline and you're like yeah another white Democrat making jokes at late night but then he starts buying and cancelling millions of medical debt and saying defund the police years before it was widely-held conversation and drawing rats fucking each other and before you know it this owl in human skin has made you a radical leftist

[kitamars]

READY, STEADY………….roll?

[backintimeforstuff]

one of my favourite things about txf is the captions that come up in the corner telling you what specific time/place the scene is happening in because sometimes they're relatively normal but other times they're completely unhinged ??? you might get a scene of mulder walking through a prison on his way to talk to a suspect and it'll say: 'raleigh county penitentiary, 2:15 pm', like yes,, so casual,, look at that man doing his Job™️,, but then other times there might be a scene where scully's in their motel room typing up the field report and the lil caption will be all: 'bellefleur motor lodge, 4:04 am' like ???? 4:04 am ??? girl go to SLEEP

[quaranmine]

collapses on the floor and Dies

[unfortunatelyevent]

listening to wbn ep 13 and the mental image of the things happening at the same time omfg like, I can see eursulon being imprisoned in the trap and hurting, then ame in a little rowboat dropping a leaf in the sea, hair flowing eyes shining with fury, then naram rising from the water like a kaiju god, THEN SUVI WATCHING THIS FROM EURSULON'S WINDOW HDUDHDDYI FUCJIN CINEMATIC POETRY HAPPENING RN

[little-pondhead]

DPxDC Prompt:

[this is a long one please forgive me]

Bruce lied to the others about his trip through time. Not all of it! Just…one specific thing.

During the early parts of his timeline hijinks, before Tim realized Bruce was still alive, he had a bit of a respite in between his endless time jumps. (Maybe a certain ghost was helping him out.) With a fuzzy memory at best and a strange itch to investigate the unknown, Bruce had been taken in by an old couple who had no kids but wanted to pass on the family name. And who better than a thirty-something amnesiac stranger who could actually be related by blood?

Bruce, with nowhere to go, accepted his new name, grew out his hair, and quickly got accepted into college for engineering. There, he met two of his closest friends; a redheaded woman who could kick his ass and a wet chicken of a man who could also kick his ass. They both made him nostalgic for something he didn’t remember, and that made him sad sometimes, but the two were always there to cheer him up.

Years passed, and Bruce’s life moved on. He settled well into his new name, mourned his parents when the eventually passed, celebrated his wedding with the redhead, and grieved when the last of their trio fell out of touch. He had a daughter, and then a son! They were both so smart, even if they didn’t share the same passion he had for exploring the science behind the afterlife. (Something about the dead just itched his brain in an infuriating way, and Bruce wasn’t one to let sleeping dogs lie. He just had to find out why he was so obsessed with this stuff!)

Eventually, his and his wife’s research yielded results, and that’s when bits of Bruce’s former life started coming back to him. After the portal opened, he spent his days with his head in a fog, oblivious to the world around him as he struggled to continue his work.

Why did he remember a boy named Dick? Who would name their child that? And Jason…who was Jason? That name always made him sad. There were more names, more faces, but none of them were his. He could never remember what his name was supposed to be. All he had was the one his adoptive parents gave him.

His wife was worried. His daughter was struggling. And his son…his son sometimes hurt to look at. Bruce didn’t know why. He knew he was being a terrible father, but something in him wanted to cry whenever he gazed at those clear blue eyes, just like his own. His son was too smart for his own good, and realized his dad had started avoiding him.

The day his son purposely left the room so Bruce could relax was one that hurt him even now.

Time kept passing, and Bruce was becoming anxious. His brain fog was as bad as its ever been. He had constant headaches, and his hands kept twitching for nonexistent tools on his belt. Something was going to happen. Something had happened. A voice in his head told him it was all his fault.

So in an attempt to clear his head and spend more time with his family, Bruce insisted they all go to dinner at the local diner. His son invited his friends. Even better! More people meant more distractions from his messed-up thoughts. He wouldn’t spiral with the kids around.

And then something exploded.

The last thing Bruce remembered was his son’s (green??) eyes widening in fear and horror as something yanked him violently backwards. He fell farther than expected, through a portal and a green sky full of black stars. A hand tightened on the back of his jumpsuit, hauling his giant body through another portal with a roar of a motorcycle.

And then…and then…and then what?

All of a sudden, Bruce was sprawled in some mud in the middle of a forest, dizzy and coughing from the explosion’s fumes. He’s singed all over, and his ears still rang from the force of the…what happened again?

Bruce sits up, and all of a sudden, he’s in the era of the pilgrims. His memory has been wiped clean, his new name and family forgotten thanks to the hands of time. His adventures through the time stream continue, with him assuming many different identities throughout many different decades.

The memories of being Jack Fenton don’t return to him until he’s back in 2004, once again in his own time and living as Bruce Wayne. A glowing green sticky note informs him that “The Nasty Burger Incident” had just occurred. His “other self” just had his ass dragged to another era, so the time loop would continue.

It also informed him that he had an orphaned son crying for him at Bruce’s own grave.

Well, his forgotten son (that sounded bad, even to him) was supposed to be about fourteen now, right? Bruce hopes he doesn’t have to fight anyone for custody.

[pcktknife]

i am always filled with so much dread

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

help I'm being dragged back into my drarry era what's happening

[vamprlestat]

design for the track ‘fall for me’ by sleep token | whale fall | from here to eternity, caitlin doughty | midtnight mass, mike flanagan | the amber spyglass, philip pullman

[napping-sapphic]

hmmm but that moment when you’re lonely when you suddenly remember there’s hundreds of other lonely people in this world and suddenly it feels just a little easier to breathe

[cipher-fresh]

I have a gripe with people saying “What do you mean David overshadowed Ncuti, his performance was so good and he stole the show!”

I do agree with the people talking about how good Ncuti’s performance was, but I think they’re missing the point. It’s about the principle of Ncuti getting his introduction to himself. It’s not about Ncuti’s performance but the fact RTD chose to write Ncuti having to share his screentime with his predecessor during regeneration when no other Doctor has had to do that for their introduction.

[peach-moths]

I have an older cat (she's 13 very proud of her what a beautiful old woman) and sometimes she gets super happy when I return home from work or errands she'll start kneading me and purring so loudly and sometimes (especially lately) she just drools all over me like this

She's so cute but it's so gross having old lady drool all over me

[lobotomyladylives]

7 degrees of separation is technically supposed to be blood related btw you're right about that, people were just doing it wrong. But holy fuck your aunt knew Gacy?

yeah I thought so lol. & yes she did bc she worked for the courts (not gonna go more in depth than that bc her role was very specific) so she was at all of his trials, appeals, as well as his execution. she has met other serial killers too but he's by far the most prominent.

incidentally this is the same aunt I'm connected to the family annihilator through but he was a close personal friend of hers for decades BEFORE killing his family and then himself, which is why I had also met him. I used to play with his kids when they were in town before he murdered them.

[belethlegwen]

I honestly can not stand the fact that in order to keep up on the lives and what's going on with my RL friends and family and stuff, I have to use Facebook and scroll through a wall of posts that is 75% sponsored/"suggested" posts, most of which are just random AI generate images and galleries just to see if any of my friends have posted in the last couple of days.

Even pages I've been following forever have slowly just becoming random AI posts and it's so uncanny and so wildly upsetting. "Oh damn, someone made really good fanart for a thing I like? I can't wait to-- oh it's AI."

Literally sucking the love and joy out of me rn, I can't lie. I miss seeing people actually create, I miss seeing my friends. It feels like I'm being fed a fake world of fake people and fake art and I'm just supposed to accept it for... what reason? Advertising? What is this selling me on?

Sorry for the rant, but especially as I'm getting into the holiday season and this is like, the one way I can keep up with my friends casually, it's just super getting me down.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

nothing interesting here it's the exact same scene i just like seeing it