Willford was on the loose once again. He didn't really care for the eras tour of it all, or the reason why there were so many very normal versions of Mark this time. He just knew this was his time to make the most of it before he was never seen again. At least not in this timeline, and not for many years. He wasn't going to waste his time with the usual suspects doing the same old dance. New experiences only! He was on the go with a soft tuft of black hair and a natural mustache to match, showing the face he shared in a place it hadn't found itself before: a general population college party. With a shiny pink shirt that was only buttoned half-way and pants tastefully high-waisted, he was giving Arry Stoils, he was serving cunt, you have to trust me.
this is beyond disgusting. it's bad enough to call regular civilian people terrorists. but dont forget, over 3000 of the deaths in Gaza so far have been children, and national news in israel chooses to call them terrorists as well
I understand many of us don’t have the means to donate. But there’s so many other things you can do to lend a hand. People need your help. Palestinians deserve a chance at life.
Please do your research and explore all your options with Operation Olive Branch. Things like One click emails take only a second to do and you could be helping so many.
I know it feels hopeless. It’s heartbreaking and trust me I know it’s overwhelming and draining. But imagine how Palestinian families feel having to live through it.
Feeling too lazy? Go on TikTok and use the audios. Find creators speaking out and view all their videos to the end, leave your phone on low volume and let them replay while you work, or eat, or shower. Do SOMETHING. Every little action counts. Don’t be a bystander. Do what you can. If we all put in a little bit of our time, a little bit of dedication we can make a change.
my mission this october is to just persuade (and, if push comes to shove, affectionately force) my friends to come watch the eras tour film with me on november 3rd, the marvels on november 10th, and the ballad of songbirds and snakes on november 17th. next month calendar is booked and busy, it seems!!
Mark had tought about giving a heads-up to the younger variants about what life was like for him now, but it just didn't seem to sink in with them. It was hard to try and explain years of a relationship to someone who never met Rosanna. It didn't sound right to someone who was in the middle of building a team that Mark was doing his best work secluded in his room. He eventually gave up trying to catch them up, asked them to tread lightly, and sent them on their way.
The second to youngest somehow worried him more than the actual child he had to keep his eyes on and care for. His anxious and optimistic babyfaces self who had never been on campus before the day he materialized here in the fog. Mark would check on him, wondering what he was getting up to, if he was really as desperate as he'd felt back then. He always acted well-adjusted, at least. In reality, he was trying hard to make some connections while he had the time. He tried to venture off Greek row first as if he had a second chance at college our Mark didn't experience. The path not traveled. Maybe it be the answer to why he'd been here so long. Maybe it could have played out differently. His newest attempt had him limping back to Greek row after trying out for a sport he ain't never played before. So now dirty and scuffed up, he lay in the grass letting himself catch his breath.