#remember the alamo bitches

[whumpfish]

It has come to this. I have content blocked the word Caretaker.

This has been a slow spiral into doneness for a while. At first I content blocked just the main phrase present in the most egregious ableist woobery, "Caretaker's heart breaks." Then I blocked "Caretaker raises their voice." Then I blocked "Whumpee cowers" because sometimes woobie "Whumpees" confused their trusted Caretaker for their evil Whumper over something similarly trivial and unrealistic but not exactly. Then I had to block "cowers" because sometimes it was "Whumpee just cowers" and it wound up on my dash anyway. Then I thought if I blocked "all the things the whumper did" I would remove whumpless "whump" from my dash. That would take care of the people who want to write after but can't handle their own before, right? Spare me that, at least? Nope.

I'm not the only one who has asked for this woobie shit to be tagged. For it to at least be tagged as "infantilization" if you don't self-identify as woobie. But it hasn't been. Not once, that I've seen. And I've been watching for it, hoping.

And that tells me something depressing about the state of the community. It tells me that a lot of folks don't see infantilization and ableism as a problem. It tells me that a lot of folks don't care as long as their soft blanket power fantasy is satisfied. It tells me that a lot of folks have no intent to afford the same courtesy to others that they insist others afford them. It tells me that this community is no longer the one I joined years ago, that was my literal salvation when I was bedridden.

One where "Caretakers" were optional because it was the whumpees who were the focus of the narrative because we were here to explore pain and vulnerability in a place where it isn't sanitized with blankets and soup. One where we could confront the reality that such "Caretakers" as have become popular do not exist, and have that acknowledged in a space that was ours, away from a mainstream fiction culture that likes to imagine itself in that role... right up until the moment they'd actually have to do it. One where we could get away from that self-fellating performative sympathy.

I hate making these posts. I hate feeling like I'm "being negative" when I'm asking for basic genre parameters to be respected... which is what this makes me feel like because I've been - wait for it - conditioned to think that I'm an annoyance and a burden on Normal People in Normal Society, and that standing my ground is unreasonable, impolite, dragging people down, and just overall Killing The Mood.

And I can literally feel the vagueposts forming in the aether. About "whump" that contains no actual whump ever being ValidTM and don't let people make you feel bad if you mislabel your posts. I hate having to make these posts and I hate how often I'm driven to it, because the thing is, I'm not asking a lot.

If I labeled my dead dove shit #angst, y'all would lose your shit. If I tagged my caretakerless whump #hurt/comfort, y'all would lose your shit. It would be the end of the goddamn world. I would be a pariah--and rightly so, because dead dove isn't angst and hurt/comfort is literally the only genre extant where comfort is mandatory. Whump is a genre about pain, and as such, pain is explicitly necessary for something to belong to that genre. It's not personal. It's categorization. It's being able to find what you're looking for and avoid what you're not.

I don't put my watermelon in your casserole. Don't put your broccoli in my fruit salad. That's just basic courtesy. I don't hate casserole, I like me a good casserole every once in a while. I just get aggravated when I find broccoli in my fruit salad, because the whole reason I opened the container of fruit salad in the first place was that I wanted fruit, not greens. My goal when I write these things is not to make anyone feel bad, it's to make people be aware.

I am just. So tired. I want my community back. Maybe this latest measure will allow me to have that again... I'm just aggravated that I had to take it.

[probablyasocialecologist]

Robert Oppenheimer and the Manhattan Project knew from the start that this place was not all that isolated and was far from uninhabited. There were, in fact, dozens of families within 20 miles, largely poor families of ranchers and farmers, many Hispanic and Indigenous, who unwittingly went about their daily lives in the first fallout of the atomic age. Now, those who were infants and children downwind of the detonation of the “Gadget”—a code name for the plutonium bomb used in the Trinity test—are nearing the end of a decades-long battle to be recognized and compensated for generations of illness they trace to exposure from radioactive fallout.

[...]

The reactions of Manhattan Project observers at the Trinity site are well documented. “Words haven’t been invented to describe it,” physicist Val Fitch said of the enormous fireball. General Thomas Farrell said the awesome roar “warned of doomsday and made us feel that we puny things were blasphemous.” “A few people laughed, a few people cried,” Oppenheimer recalled years later. “I remembered a line from the Hindu scripture . . . Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” Physicist Kenneth Bainbridge said, “Now we are all sons of bitches.” Less documented are the reactions of the many New Mexicans who lived near Trinity. They had no warning, no context for the star-level explosion that shook their homes and startled them awake that morning. Worse, in the weeks after the test, they were never advised that their land, crops, livestock, and water may have been irradiated. A 2010 report to the CDC used archives at Los Alamos National Laboratory to re-examine the extent to which New Mexicans were unknowingly exposed to radioactive contamination from Trinity. Its findings revealed a shambolic and sometimes cynical effort to track the Gadget’s fallout that windy morning using “crude” and “ineffective” measures. Spotlights were deployed to try to follow the 230 tons of sand and ash falling from the mushroom cloud as it dispersed over southern New Mexico. Film badges designed to detect and measure radiation had been sent to nearby post offices before the test, but because of the Manhattan Project’s secret nature, there was little explanation on how the badges were meant to be used or why, and so they were deployed incorrectly or not at all. Some soldiers assigned to chase and monitor the radioactive cloud couldn’t relay their findings to headquarters in Albuquerque because they were not equipped with long-distance radios; other monitors attempted to gather fallout samples with domestic Filter Queen brand vacuum cleaners. (These samples were later lost or destroyed.) At least one monitor left the area after his superior declared tracking fallout a “waste of time,” while another soldier misplaced his respirator and took the official but scientifically misguided precaution of breathing through a slice of bread.

[gothicprep]

two things I need to see in the oppenheimer movie, since there are actors credited for feynman and bohr:

that time feynman found a hole in the fence around the los alamos research center and thought, “it’s time to go… 🐭 mouse mode…” and kept popping through the hole and taking laps in and out of the facility. even though if security caught him they’d have killed him. any acknowledgment in general that the physicists involved in the manhattan project were so casual with security to the point they were actually risking their lives.

bohr as a comic relief character. we truly are siblings in arms as stupid science bitches. after denmark was invaded by the nazis, he was smuggled out of the country into sweden because he was jewish. the problem was, he wasn’t particularly interested in staying hiding, didn’t feel like staying put, and he kept picking up the phone and saying “hello 🙂 niels bohr here”. so the people who were hiding him said “hey. we need to get him out of stockholm immediately or he’s getting captured.” so he was evacuated on an aircraft called a mosquito, however, 1) his head was too big to fit any helmet and 2) while he was being given instructions of what to do on the plane, he just blabbed through them. he did not know that he needed to put on an oxygen mask after a certain altitude, and lost consciousness. the crew was freaking out and said, “oh fuck. oh shit. we killed niels bohr” (paraphrasing). when they landed, he woke up and told them, “I just had the most wonderful nap 🙂”. also, when he finally arrived in the US, he kept wandering off from his security detail, was too absent-minded to remember that he needed to use a pseudonym, and introduced himself to random people as, “hi. I’m physicist niels bohr”. Leslie grove basically had to drag him to new mexico by the collar of his shirt. and when he finally got there, he recalled that he’d talked about nuclear fission with werner heisenberg, but forgot most of the details on account of being a terrible listener. a role model if I ever had one…

[outtheoiseaux]

Best ever marble hornets fanfic being co-written by me and @bandagedloser (here’s the barebones plot so we don’t forget)

- Jay and hoody both survive (bc Tim like literally never checks if either of them r alive) but by the time they recover and start investigating what happened, Tim is long gone, as well as Alex. All they have is blood on the floor, a bodycam, and a pair of glasses.

- they find each other, girl fight, come to some kind of an agreement, find Jessica, and get her to help them find out what happened to tim or Alex.

- there’s no trace of the two, nor is there any trace of the operator, until strange sightings of a faceless man and a living tree begin to be reported in southern states, and settle in texas. the trio realizes that the operator is following something, or someone, and they follow suit.

- road trip!

- basically they’re following operator sightings around the country so they can find out what happened to Alex/tim (they know one of them died, but not who)

- Jay is a crystal bitch(but not the kind you think)

- naturally (bc the hooded man refuses to take off his mask) Jay n Jessica get creative

- 🧙‍♂️🧙‍♂️🧙‍♂️Brian reveal🧙‍♂️🧙‍♂️🧙‍♂️

- no separation between Brian and the hooded man.

- even with their ultra stalker instincts they can’t find shit on Tim or Alex, so they decide to hit the roads and begin their search

- first they go to the one place where everything is bigger and better, Texas. Obviously they rob a buc-ee’s. Brian is a Texan by heart. (They remember the Alamo)

- they begin to realize that the paranormal world is a lot wider than they initially thought.

- Brian debates free the nip vs free the tip with Jessica.

- they go to New Mexico after a string of grisly murders eerily similar to Alex’s drawings. Here, they find evidence that while Alex is not connected to the murders, he may be alive.

- they go to Tennessee, learn to pickpocket like the French youth, and follow reports of a cold case body strung up in the woods, and discover that Alex has died. The operator keeps moving, so they realize it must be following Tim.

- they go to Las Vegas, discover jay’s questionable past, Brian is almost killed by a weird goth chick named Jane who mistakes him for working with the operator and the strange slit-faced killer it’s supposedly been using. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

- after Tim’s trail goes cold, the group moves off course to Idaho to meet up with a longtime internet friend of jay’s: an eccentric internet stalker named Nina. They show her the bodycam and Alex’a laptop, which she uses to track down Tim, who has Alex’s phone. Based on his latest searches and messages, he’s also been tracking the killer jane has been following.

- Tim is luckily in Montana ! Only a state above them. They make their way to his location but while on a pit stop, Jessica, while trying to flirt with a cute girl who lives in the area, is hunted for sport by the very same woman! While Jay and Brian laze around, Jessica fends off Mrs. ouellette with the help of the strange axe murderer from all the way back in New Mexico.

- finally making their way to Tim’s location, Toby (the axe murderer lol), Jessica, Jay and Brian make their way through the northern Montana forests Tim their search for Tim. The operator appears, sending them across the forest until they end up driving straight through him and end up in a woodland clearing.

- Tim and Jane are there! They’ve managed to corner a strange gaunt man who appears to be the slit-faced serial killer jane’s been chasing. Tim distracts him and jane tries to shoot him down, but neither of them are very successful until Jay and co. Drive straight into him.

- Tim and jane rush to meet their sudden accomplices and are shocked to discover who they are.

[witchern]

just got done seeing the re-release of sam raimi's spider-man on the big screen and now y'all are gonna hear my thoughts whether you like it or not:

the danny elfman music kicked on during the opening credits and i had full-body goosebumps before the marvel logo even came up on screen because i'm a fucking loser.

speaking of opening credits, remember when movies used to have those? i miss it. bring them back.

the upside-down kiss remains the greatest cinematic kiss of all time. don't argue with me when i'm right.

the setup and repetition of "don't tell harry." fantastique.

the cinematographyyyy. bitch. the way the camera follows spider-man swinging through traffic, up and around buildings, across the city…..i just don't get the same feeling of movement in either of the reboots. they're too clean. they're like iphone commercials. they're gross.

speaking of iphones, during the festival scene in times square there was a billboard ad for cingular and i thought about how i used to have a cingular phone and i almost committed suicide in the theater. i'm so old.

everyone calls her "aunt may" – including norman osborn, a grown-ass man. 'twas adorable.

"and i know i'm not your father—" "then stop pretending to be!" maybe i WILL kill myself in this alamo drafthouse.

watching this made me miss having regular-degular goons and scumbags in comic book movies. i'm tired of the "i want to rule the world, i want all the power" schtick. rob a bank. hijack a train. kidnap the mayor. have fun with it. you're in a comic book movie, for fuck's sake.

the balance between campy fun superhero stuff and earnest, genuine emotion was better than i remembered – and one never came at the expense of the other.

jk simmons. nothing else to add here – i just wanna remind people that he fucking crushed this role and burned it down and nobody has been able to touch it since.

on a similar note: willem dafoe. he didn't just chew the scenery – he had a fucking feast. fuck, man. he's great.

unrelated to the film-making itself, but....what exactly is the military purpose of a glider where the pilot is completely exposed? and why did it already look like a halloween machine before osborn becomes the goblin? questions i ask.

anyway, i realize you could hand-wave a lot of this as me falling for the nostalgia of it all (which i absolutely am), but also...i dunno. there's an undercurrent of sincerity to this movie that i just don't really feel in comic book movies anymore. that's probably because the current spate of comic book movies aren't even really movies anymore – they're products. they're vacuum-sealed, rubber-stamped, climate-controlled products to sell you a disney+ subscription or whatever the fuck the warner bros equivalent is (is it max? i think it's max). and every movie has an ending setup that tries to sell you on the next product, and the next, and the next...

anyway. with this first spider-man, yes it's silly at times, but this movie embraces it, warts and all. there's a well-balanced mix of goofy dialogue ("are you in or are you out?" "it's you who's out, gobbie – out of your mind!") and heartfelt moments (i mean, do i even need to say it? "with great power comes great responsibility"). i know it's a hack thing to say "they don't make movies like they used to" but.....man, they REALLY don't make movies like they used to.

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

Having ADD as a teacher is a bitch sometimes. I went in today for a little bit to finish up a door I was doing.

It's for the new year and it was supposed to be fireworks exploding over the Alamo with the state seal as the one star you could see in the sky.

Unfortunately blue red and green glitter did not show up on the black background that was to be the night sky. I guess I should have used blue instead. So the fireworks definitely did not look the way I wanted them to.

Then I'm doing a new seating chart and since the kids won't remember where they're seating anyway I figured it was a good as time as any. To save time I am putting there notebooks where they are sitting so they can just go and find their name. So I had to write everything out first then I've had to put the singing number on the notebook then I had to put the notebooks on all the correct seats. I have 108 kids scattered over eight periods.

And looking at their notebooks I noticed that some kids had a lot of stickers and some kids really didn't have any. I have given away sort of generic star and Well Done stickers and everybody had a few of those but only certain people had the bigger nicer stickers. Now I get stickers out for different things sometimes for test grade sometimes for good behavior. But when I bring stickers even when I give them to the entire class kids are always wanting more than what I want to give them. So they end up begging me for stickers for a big stir brother or for their mom before their cousin. And God knows I'm not stingy when it comes to giving out stickers but it seems like by the end of the day I have left with nothing for my last couple of classes.

So I get this idea that instead of returning to school with a lot of stickers to give away, first I'm going to make sure every kid has a nice sticker on their notebook. So that took time, going through all those notebooks. And as I'm doing this I'm thinking okay I really need to give them stickers that are tailored more to their personalities and I tried to make sure the kids that were in sports got Sports stickers and the kids that were in the video games got video game stickers and then I wanted to make sure the girls got pretty stickers and the boys did not get stuck with a butterfly unless I knew they would actually want one.

I ended up not finishing and still have two more to go.

I cannot fill out cards with everyone's name on them to go on each table until I get all the kids situated. So now I still have to sit down and eat table and write down which kids are supposed to be at that table and then tape that list securely on the table or else people will just be switching around and trying to get with your friends. And of course whenever we get a new student this throws a monkey wrench into everything. But that is how it goes.

Thank God for pip sticks and teemu. Seriously if you like stickers you have to join pip sticks because you get like five or six sheets of stickers every month for about $11. And while about 75% of these stay in my Personal Collection I do give a lot of them away.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

@nothingunrealistic1 said:

i like great comet (i got into it before i really got into deh!) and think it deserved more recognition / a longer run than it got but it's not like that's the fault of deh for Existing. and of course people who still remember the 2017 tonys like the alamo aren't going "man bmc and tlt were snubbed too," they hate those shows and probably consider them to be Comparable To / Aligned With deh in ways that the tony nominators & voters obviously did not

lmfaoooo re: like the alamo. truly like not deh's fault for existing nor for its black swan lightning in a bottle event that would've been tough to compete with even without any tonys, and also not its fault for organically achieving that

honestly i forgot about like the Musical Theatre Snobbery factor and how there were puhlenty of randos who loathed bmc/tlt/any of the shows even associated with young audiences, basically. aligned with the tonys with that element, obviously; that like musicals-hating "i'm the true musicals connoisseur" that's like, defensive and seeking out the "not like other musicals" ""Legitimate"" """"""""Serious"""""""" shows to feel superior about and prove to anyone else that oh yeah Some musicals are Genrey and Silly and Entertaining but not the shit Eye like. bitches....begone

[whatsabriard]

Rewatch time. Now I can take notes.

*what the hell is that wedding cake made of. They’re using an entire sword and two of them can hardly cut it? No wonder mrs p looks so suspicious of the food.

* I’m still p salty that Cora didn’t let her hair down.

* Edith and Mary being all sisterly.

* “I think it’s an awful idea.” No shit brother. “We don’t need to talk about money.” Robert. Jesus.

* so Violet has been moved into the big house for the end, yeah?

(This is where I point out that I saw this at an Alamo drafthouse and had quite a bit of liquid by the time the movie started and I had to pee SO BAD but refused to leave the theater.)

*this silver dress is so stunning. Robert’s ears are extra sticky-outy.

* Cora’s ‘I’d love it’ at Edith wanting to come along hits different now. I’m cry.

*why was robert only worried about edith’s second child.

* MAKE SURE THEY THINK OF YOU AS A DRAGON.

* of all the names, did they have to pick Dagleish? IT TOOK ME HALF THE MOVIE TO GET PAST “dog leash”.

* everything will be odd and foreign for his lordship. There is one person in that house less capable of dealing with foreign soil than Robert and it’s Carson.

* the pacing of this movie is very peppy.

* nearly every woman in the house has a new hairstyle except Cora. Imma guess she didn’t cut her hair to the new style because Robert loves here hair.

* WHAT WERE CORA AND SYBBIE TALKING ABOUT.

* at this point I leaned over to my bestie and said “they’re gonna singing in the rain this bitch, aren’t they?”

*”Why has she asked you?” Lol she don’t want you reading her spicy letters.

*the look on Cora’s face when Isobel says that Mary will become Violet. It was glorious.

* I hope Cora teased Robert relentlessly about miss dogleash and the whole mess of a dinner.

* it’s kind of nice when there isn’t a single Bates suspected of murder the whole time.

* Cora Crawley, cruise director.

* Mr Molesley lmao.

* weird titanic vibes, tbh

*cora is tucked in so tight to Robert doing their little king of the world thing. omg why are they so cute. meanwhile, why is molesley there? Did they say and I just didn’t care?

*Sybbie inherited a bombass place tho.

* I would like mrs angry mom to do Cora’s hair though.

* Mary’s marriage the Talbot is one of the most nonsensical turns this series took. I still don’t understand it.

*Violet’s green dressing gown makes her look very mcgonagall

*the first all talking movie was a horror film? Lol

*still me taking the piss out of dog leash.

* WAIT. what happened to Spratt? Is he busy writing for Edith now?

* 😭 holding hands on the boat

* with the lawyer they’re all doing Covid seating.

* watching Robert do math in his head is hilarious.

* Cora tries to assure Edith that everything is fine. My dad, who has not seen this yet “oh lord”.

* Suppose he never steps up to the mark. He’s pretty cocky for a dude who waited as long as he did to propose is what I’m saying.

* “just a little heartburn.” Dad: uh oh. We know what happened the last time someone had that.

* did we know about Molesley’s lip reading before?

* mrs hughes - you could do it! why would that have even entered her head?

* is it actually physically impossible for Edith to keep her mouth shut at the dinner table? She’s always like oh a sensitive topic? LET’S DISCUSS.

* I’m not sure I entirely like that Brandon is now wholly ready to be the aristocracy he claimed to dislike. I think we could have found a more middle ground for him.

* Mary called Matthew perfect, a prince. Remember when he was the monster of her fairy tale? aww.

* Talbot was a stupid choice Mary. Sorry not sorry.

* “it’s not enough.” ever get tired of being such a bloody wet blanket Robert. Cora has had it UP TO HERE with his histrionics.

* it’s time! It’s time!

* am I blue. Yes.

* his hand around her neck. send help.

* my dad just told the dogs to be quiet, they’re recording. Then realized what he said. We’re invested fam.

* Daisy. Mvp. Anna’s like “did she just say that”.

* for maybe the first time in her life Mary looks abashed but being caught in the act lol.

* PLAYS IN THE ATTIC? did grow a little crop of March girls after all?

* Cora actually said dog leash. Why. Why did they.

* surgery. What did he think they might be taking out?

* “you’re welcome to ask them” lol.

* honestly at this point Mary should have married will graham over Talbot.

* “two gorgeous men fighting for my favors” lol baby. As of it would be the first time.

* not enough has been said by Cora about The Matter.

* “it must have been a shame to spoil that.” arrighty.

* “I know I can trust you to do the right thing.” shut up I’m crying. She didn’t have anyone since her mother died who she could trust to be morally right. DO NOT TOUCH ME.

* Robert comes bursting in, looking much like I imagine he looked waiting for his babies to be born.

* I don’t care how convenient it is, I adore that the downstairs group got a chance to dress up and be posh. They all look so beautiful.

* why did they give Thomas and Andy mutton chops lmao

*how does mrs h sit with that bustle holy shit.

* miss Baxter looks so pretty.

*”are you not going to kneel?” OH GIRL YES.

* “Marcus us willing” - TO. DO. WHAT?! Are they gonna live in sin?

* I’m glad Thomas finally gets his happy ending. He’s not afraid anymore.

* Tom is a good dad.

* “finished you off” really clarkson? There wasn’t a slightly better way?

* that so great a lady should go when the house is full of film people.

* “dear boy” I cry

* *sobbing* Mary wearing Violet’s brooch.

* oh shit. Isobel sitting alone. That was the part that lanced my heart right open. I can’t. I can’t.

* Cora and George.

* Henry really did just leave Mary alone to this. HE WAS A BAD CHOICE MARY. She buries her grandmother. Alone.

* one final gut punch with that portrait.

[hypocrisyofandrewdobson]

I love Remember Me, but the irony of that comic is that Nilin was sexualized. The game has a lot of ass shots of her lmao.

As with Alamo at any comic Dobson ever made, I feel like all he did was read the headline of an article or see someone tweet something randomly and treat them as the 100% gospel truth forever. Dude never actually seemed to do any research whatsoever or even watch/read/ect the thing he would bitch about.

[tikkunolam-bitches]

Funny tropes/ ideas I love a little too much #3

Dumb and dumber (bonus points for tired friends)

In my story we have quiet a few othe these. Basically it’s a pair of people who share one brain cell collectively and yet it always seems like someone else is using it. Here’s a few scenes featuring dumb (D1) and dumber (D2).

#1

Parame: “what are you doing?”

D1: “research. Like you said.”

Parame: “I didn’t know you could read upside down on the monkey bars.”

D2: “well idk about D1, but certainly can.”

Parame: *sighs* “D2, your reading a book in Arabic.”

D2: “yea and?”

Parame: “you can’t read Arabic.”

D2: “oh shit I forgot about that.”

D1: “your a dumbass”

Parame: “your both dumbasses. Now get down here an actually do some research or I’ll put you on patrol. I swear its like I’m your mother!” *storms out*

D1: *whispers* “she’d be a terrible mom. Cant even make good Mac and cheese.”

Parame: “I can hear you!”

#2

(D and C are together for context, S and G aren’t dating but there the only other two in the room)

D: “... so that means we should go and fix this then. Best to split up.” *gets up and walks out*

S: *nods, going out other door.*

G: *doesn’t move*

C: *standing there, doesn’t move* * realization* “ OH you ment ‘we’ like ‘WE’. Oh ok I’m coming.”

D: *popping head through doorway* “yes ‘we’ dumbass. Your my boyfriend. Who else would I take?”

G: “can I come too?”

D: “no your going with S...” *sighs* “we literally JUST talked about this we’re you not paying attention?”

G and C together: “no”

D and S: * collective tired sigh*

#3

(Parame, T, J, N and S are breaking into a museum, parame is leading)

Parame: “okay, everyone needs to be very quiet. We don’t want to alert security. Remember this is a quick in out, grab what we need and go. J is the security system down?”

J: “yup, cameras are off. You guys are good.”

Parame: “okay now remember to BE QUIET”

N and S: * giggling at something and whispering*

Parame: “what are you laughing at? This is supposed to be a stealth mission?”

N: “but look.” *moves Neanderthal wax figure* “it dabs” *makes wax figure dab*

N and S: *burst out laughing*

Security: “hey! What are you doing in here?”

Parame: “you idiots, now we have to bail. Alamo everyone! Meet back at the base” *grabs N and S, still laughing and drags them away*

T: *over coms* “what happened?? Why are we Alamo?”

Parame: “because our friends are idiots and security’s here! Run!!”

*all of them flee the scene but not without N and S pausing out side to break down laughing in the snow.*

Parame: “you giggly bitches. If we didn’t actually need what was in there maybe this wouldn’t be a FUCKING PROBLEM”

S: “you care to much”

Parame: “I will stab you and leave you to the cops”

N: *still laughing* “oh I wish you would”

[winebrightruby]

Darth Poeticus vs the gods of Texas (part 1 of 3)

being an accounting written to Ruby in his own hand, dated the 21st of April

Soooo, earlier today I shook my fist at the whole state of Texas and accidentally said, "You're gonna have to do better than that if you wanna beat me. You're a bitch state; that's why nobody remembers the Alamo. Let it be known that there are no gods in Texas."

Sooooo, I'm gonna find out if there are deities in/of Texas and whether they're vengeful. It was super accidental, though. I have a disorder. If I'm not hyper vigilant, I just start blaspheming. DSM-VI will probably have that in there.

The situation: So, remember how our only responsibility was to not do "dumb shit"? Our MTI came in at like 10:00am and caught 2 people sleeping on their beds. MTIs have "tools" to discipline or motivate a flight. They're pushups, leg lifts, etc. So, we all got tools. Then Lady MTI came later. We got more tools. Then she made us do a bed move.

To move beds, you move your whole mattress to a new bed and then alllll of your stuff and then reorganize it all. In the middle of the bed move, she called a fire drill. That means drop everything and march outside. It was like 85 degrees with 50% humidity.

Back upstairs, finish the bed move, more tools, and then another bed move. Halfway through that bed move, she called a bomb drill, which is essentially the same as a fire drill. This time it was like 90 degrees. So, Texas kinda started it. At that point, I was like, "Oh, Texas, you want it with me?" And then I insulted all its gods.

Tomorrow, I'm supposed to get my airman's coin. It was an inopportune time to be forced to blaspheme. I considered apologizing but I already went this far. I reckon I should see what happens. I'd be lying if I said I weren't a little worried.

It's just important to remember that I'm the victim here. I have a problem.

[curlyshyy]

New Apartment and the same anxious energy with a while lotta guilt and regret :) (A short story by me)

I love that when I’m too lazy and sad to pull out a journal I can come on here cuz no one looks at this shit. Why do I event still have a tumblr?

The last two nights have been rough for me, as I think new happy events trigger my brain into being sad and hating myself? Of course it’s nights where I’ve had to open the bar at 9 AM the next morning. I suppose that’s the first reason I hadn’t been able to sleep. I hate my job low-key. I once loved Alamo Drafthouse. Adored it even. Then moved to this shit hole in Norrh Richland Hills which is the furthest from the Alamo way, and I’m not valued. I feel like a fuck up everyday. In a lot of ways I am. I’m functioning with severe anxiety and most people don’t know or understand. I do stupid things when I’m having a panic attack, and these managers judge me hard. But here’s the thing I know in my heart, even when I hate myself, I’m a good worker, I’m kind, and will do anything for my coworkers and will eventually get really good at this job.im dedicated to say the least. I think that’s what matters most but for now they just see me as a fuck up, slow learner. I work my ass off though and they don’t see it. If I could work every second of everyday. Ifthis shit hole wasn’t trying to cut everyone’s hours cuz they’re not making any money, i’d work myself into physical exhaustion, like I’m so good at doing. Thats the only thing I can feel. It’s my only escape and I hate being there. This is a little dramatic. My life has been improving, and yes I know I need therapy. We been knew. My ass was anxious at 5 years old. Anxiety is truly hell, I wish I’d just force myself to hurry up and get help, and I wish I wasn’t poor. I wish my mom had saw how fucked I was and made me get help as a kid, but she did the best she could. Could blame the bitch but like, she has a hard enough time accepting and coping with her own mental illness. She hardly acknowledges it. That must be hard to lie to yourself everyday, and say that you just have to choose happiness.

The reason the last two nights have been shit is cuz I stayed up dreading going to work and being there all day and I hate the fuck out of mornings and waking up before noon. Which is why I like closing and usually have night shifts. Since the fucks cut my hours I gotta take what I can get though. I need a constant distraction at night cuz my brain is literally scary as fuck. I can’t even tell anyone about 95% of it. It’s so terrifying. So I usually distract myself with my phone. But I was like “hey, brain I know we’re anxious af and sad, but can we go to sleep?” To which my brain replied : “Remember this event from two years ago? Haha you’re a terrible person.” Then my body physically stiffend, I felt physically ill and my head ached and all I could do was think about past mistakes and everything that makes me a failure and bad person. Typical manageable anxiety for me at this fucking point, I’m just not gonna be able to sleep and I know it. Then I remember an old friend, I used to work with at Chili’s. Javi. Literally one of the very slim parts of the things that I don’t block out and cringe hard about when it comes to chili’s, are our times together. I block that shit hard. I mean just thinking about me in this time frame is enough to make me believe I’m terrible. I wasn’t right. I regret literally everything about chili’s. That place is a nightmare and probably what hell is going to look like when I arrive. anyways god damn. Javi is this sweet kind angel. We were all struggling at this mother fucking chili’s let me tell you. My dumb ass had just come back from vid con (2017) How did I afford that? I spent my rent money. Also I couldn’t afford to eat for like a week. But YouTube was and still is the only thing in this world that makes my brain feel calm. It’s a safe place for me. And I was dumb as shit. Anyway my dumb ass was already starving before Vidcon and could barely afford rent. :) cuz chili’s doesn’t pay well. So I was real fucked when rent came up and literally considered myself lucky when I found a packet of cheezits lying around, cuz that was a good meal to me at the time. I guess I’m telling my coworkers this and busting my ass all night bussing peoples tables and helping out as a hostess which of course paid jack shit. And I know I’m about to go home fucked another night, and Javi, pulls out the $165 dollars he made that night, and hands it to me. The boy had bills, and worked all night too. Who would ever be so kind-hearted to do such a thing. I of course refused, cuz what the fuck. He insisted. I said I was going to cry and he said “aw don’t cry Sheyenne, or I’ll cry too.” And hugged me. I was also super numb and depressed and wanted to be with Hannah so much, and honestly I don’t feel like I was my best self. I look at that person and I don’t feel like it was me. But I used it to pay rent. Still wasn’t eating and he even bought me food one day. Literal angel. I don’t know or remember if I expressed enough gratefulness. I don’t know if I was capable of expressing it. A couple months later he’s about to move to Idaho, and we have a goodbye dinner, and I figure this is a good time to repay him. I give him $100 which is all I could really do at the time, and try to tell him I think he’s one of the best people I’ve ever met. He leaves, and I think we only ever talked one time after that, and I offered to buy him pizZa but never did for some reason? We never really talked again. I alwyas momentarily remember him, but I really have chili’s and the person I was in 2017 so far blocked that I really can’t remember that shit. It’s so hazy. There isn’t a full day I can remember. Just tiny bits and pieces. For some reason two nights ago I remembered him vividly. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I felt panic and guilty as fuck. Paralyizying guilt. I felt like I should never deserve to enjoy anything ever again in my entire life. I felt terrible. I felt like if he ever struggled to make it or eat, then I should’ve been there for him. I stalked his fb, cuz I needed to know he was okay.

He doesn’t use social media too much. His mom however posts about him a lot. Which confused me because I know they have a strained relationship, and he could have a lot of help from his mom, but I think he resented the help, because they didn’t always get along? I don’t know how fucked she was to him though. What fb told me was she paid for him to come every few months. He has a new girlfriend that he seems very happy with, he seems happy in general. He’s smiling in pics. But that’s social media. At best pictures his moms posting. I felt like I needed to know or I was going to have a breakdown. I don’t have his phone number for some reason, so I snapped him a long message. Usually I’d feel crazy to reach out especially when we Weren’t that close but I just needed to. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t sleep. Then opened at work. The shake machine of course was fucked and I had to put it back together correctly only after shake mix poured everywhere. That’s just my life. Me doing something out of panic, and then having to redo it after looking like a dumb bitch. I truly learn from fucking up. I’m wired so fucking wrong. He finally responds once I’m off work. I read it. It’s not what I need to hear but it’s decent, and proves he doesn’t hate me. He tells me he’s good, but working at Taco Bell, and I know he’s still struggling which makes me sad, but I guess I’ve been struggling to, so I shouldn’t hold myself accountable for not reaching out. I’ve been so poor, and me and Hannah are just now catching up, and taking a breather after 2 years of struggling. I let my mind rest though because he’s alive and he’s eating and has a girlfriend and family who are looking out for him. Until the next night when I should be exhausted from no sleep. The guilt starts eating away at me again. I feel like I shoukdve sent him more money,but after a while I stopped thinking about it because of all that I was going through and that made me feel selfish. I felt that I owed him for my entire life. Maybe I blocked out how much he and his kinda gesture meant to me because anything regarding chili’s, is so far removed, and maybe that super vivid memory, is what I needed to remind me. I’ve also been struggling heavily with my mental health and off and on numb most of the time, so it is possible that I wasn’t as grateful as I could’ve been or at least didn’t properly show gratefulness. So I once again reached out and also sent $20. I really went for it this time. I said I literally need to know you’re okay and happy, and for you to know how special you are and sorry if this sounds crazy dog. Like I must’ve seemed fucking insane but I needed him to know. I don’t know why it was physically paining me so much. Maybe because of all the roommates and so called friends who disappeared without paying rent and left me fucked with no second thought of how I’d eat tomorrow. I just couldn’t bare to think that, He was out there roughing it, maybe Skiping a meal, (like Hannah and I’ve had to so so many times thanks to people who literally could give a fuck less.) After he was there when I needed help. He ended up telling me he didn’t need money, and that he did what he did because he was my fiend, and he even apologized that I didn’t have any friends at the time that would’ve helped me the way he did. He apologized. He told me that I deserved it. That really calmed me. I guess I forgot the good that I did because I just remember the bad. I guess I didn’t think about the positive effects I had on him. That I must’ve done something right for someone to care so deeply that they just handed me that kind of money, after a long shift. He saw that, and maybe he felt he owed me in a weird way. I still feel like I owe him. I wish I’d talked to him sooner. Genuinely good people are hard to find. Who tf would do what he did? Seriously. I am so glad I reached out though.

It worries me though. How small past events can trigger me so hard. It’s a snowball effect. Anxious about work, life, who I am, past mistakes, and it’s paralyzing and hurts my entire body and keeps me from sleep and makes me feel undeserving of a good life or any enjoyment. I really need to get help because it’s getting to an unmanageable point, like it was after I graduated 3 years ago. It scares me that so many past memories are blocked expect for bad ones and bits and pieces. It scares me that, there has never been a completely care free 100% happy period of my life, that lasted longer than a couple days, and now as an adult it’s an even shorter amount of time. Genuine happiness is rare and make men feel pointless. I’m empty most of the time and want things and have the capacity to work hard and achieve them but also feel that I don’t deserve them. I am capable of happiness and some days, I do feel genuinely happy even if it doesn’t last the whole day. My family and Hannah still have a lasting impact on me and even when I’m an unfeeling zombie, I still know love, and numbness makes it hard to feel but somehow not entirely impossible. Little bits of light get through the cracks, and in some ways I’ve gotten better at managing my brain, and I truly don’t want to die or think I deserve to like I once did. The guilt attacks and fears of being bad, and some how accidentally hurting someone emotionally or physically, still fuck my head up because I could never hurt anyone intentionally and feel guilt for any small pains caused alwyas. I wish I could take back many wrong words and hurtful actions done and said to loved ones, but I can’t but it’s okay because they forgive me, so I can forgive myself too. I have to let go of the past.

This really creeped in again because I started to feel excited about a fresh start and our apartment. My brain tries to tell me I don’t deserve it. I deserve to decorate with Hannah, and to allow myself happiness so that I can be happy and enjoy life and be a better girlfriend. I also need to get a new job that doesn’t make me feel like the scum of the earth.

A part from that all I’m feeling a lot better. I’m off tomorrow. I watched Phil’s new video and it made me feel hopeful, proud and nostalgic. YouTube and the youtubers that have been the stand ins for the lack of friends, have comforted me, inspired me, and put my brain to rest, and assured me I’m not as weird and alone as I think I am. That’s why I want to do YouTube. It’s a tough though. Editing takes a lot of time and I want to make things I’m proud of. I want to make music even though I’m bit a musician, I want to keep writing and actually read again like free 12 year old me did. I read and wrote so much then. I want to be that me again. I want to reach other people and help them feel less alone, I want to make a difference and I want to not feel like a failure. I just need to get past all of this guilt and I really think this is the start of that, and my journey to creating.

[unis-trash-stash]

Dialogue Prompts Impratical Jokers Edition

(Send me one of my OCs with one of these prompts and I’ll write a quick drabble based on it)

“LAAAAAAARRY!!!”

“You’re my least favorite.”

“Multiple asparagus! Asparagui!”

“Hey, mustache, what’s up?”

“I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die!”

“Today is my birthday, today is my birthday.”

“Who says I’m sober?”

“Oh my God, is that Jaden Smith?”

“Don’t call me mustache.”

“Do you know what foolproof means?”

“Do you go to the bathroom without annoucing that you have a foolproof plan?”

“Larry! Larry! Larry!”

“I don’t look like a ferret.”

“Fresh, boom bap, imma touch it.”

“I will never forgive you!”

“Yell out your favorite scene from the Notebook!”

“Now!”

“Welllll…”

“How come when I win I still lose?”

“You clearly remember the Alamo, right?”

“Don’t call me clown.”

“Ba-boom!”

“I’m like a pirate. Arrrrrrrrrr!”

“Suck it!”

“He’s been threating to kill me.”

“Well, I’m the baddest girl in the whole wide world.”

“I put my hand in your shirt, my hand in your shirt, I put my hand in your shirt.”

“I got a foolproof plan.”

“Let’s get sexy!”

“Welcome to the Castle of White!”

“Did you know you were really cute when you ate that?”

“Aww, you kept it?“

"I don’t wanna say anything but your mom’s a ‘b’ to the 'itch’.

"By this time tomorrow, I’ll be dead.”

“I mean, with most sincerity, go fuck yourself.”

“Santiago sent me.”

“Cranjis? Cranjis McBasketball?”

“Hello… From the other side.”

“I got your nose, bitch!”

“Have you ever been intimate with a stuffed animal?”

“I think I need new best friends.”

“I gotta make it rain on dem hoes.”

“We’re in Miami, bitch.”

“BINGO!”

“I hate you, you bitch!”

“Beyoncé got laryngitis.”

“Get out of here, you freak.”

“I’m the baddest boy in the whole wide world.”

“Let me get a fry.”

“Surf’s up, asshat!”

“C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!”

“You know what a turkey baster is?”

“Are you being naughty?”

“Shut your goddamn face!”

“You threw it at the wrong guy!”

“Shut your face, grandma!”

“My wife left me!”

“Howdy, asshole.”

“Rooty toot toot.”

“I’m afraid of bees… boobies.”

“My eyebrows look poppin’.”

“OH…MY…GOOOD!”

“How do I get to third base?”

“What? Oh, hell no! Hold up. Huh? Oh, okay.”

[liamhurtz]

The first step.

So i’m going to lay out the long history up to date of Liam O’Brien. This is going to focus on how i’ve ended up here on tumblr in the throws of despair and desperation, the very pit of my own self made hell.

So lets begin

Liam O’Brien - the sensitive youth

So as a child i was always overly sensitive, i think i cried more in infants and juniors school that i did as a baby. I was always a ‘good boy’ terrified of swearing, always did what i was told, if i ever got into trouble i would cry my eyes out, but we're talking school in the 90′s here. No sympathy from any teachers or rarely at least. I remember a kid from school, Danny Hardyman, big kid, bully type to be blunt, played Pokemon with me one day in the playground and took better nature of my naivety of what i was actually doing (i got the cards the night before how the hell did i know how to play, worse still he knew this and used it). Anyway he supposedly beats me and that means i have to give him my card ( a shiney Gyarados no less!) so i cried like a little bitch and refused to give this card over. Luckily a teacher intervened before i got punched and i kept my card, winner winner crybaby dinner. 

My parents were always loving, i wasn’t abused or neglected but as their relationship broke down and they separated, they became increasingly distant in my view, more prone to anger than before, bitter at the suffering they had both endured as a result of each other.

Quite a shy kid i would say, but once i made friends i was fiercely loyal, a trait that made me both relatively well liked but also open to be exploited by the more manipulative of children. I was also a curious child, everything took my imagination and i love a good story or adventure film, i’d often be out playing in the yard or on the big field near my old house in Horden. I was very curious about women, more so than i could possible understand at the time but my emotions for them even then were ridiculously rampant.  In regards to friends i was always able to make them, never a true loner, but mostly kept a small circle of close friends. So i’m going through school, last day of year 5 and i ask Stacey Cummings (the girl i’ve been obsessed with since nursery) to be my girlfriend, unfortunately Liam she was with Reece Brymer! And realistically you were no fit mate to even a pre pubescent girl that stage of your life. So heartbreak and probably the start of all my troubles with attachment, the first sledgehammer in the gut.

Moving through secondary school and much the same, made friends, small circle of good friends, no the most popular kid but not unpopular either, starting doing cannabis toward year 9, “ and here lies the path to hell”. Undoubtedly for me now looking back this was the major cause of my many issues today, whatever predisposition i may or may not have had to mental illness or that general area of suffering, was only enhanced ten fold through this impulsive and stupid choice. By all means boys and girls go have a joint and try it out, get stoned once or twice, but when your down the beach sucking a lung and coughing your own up after a bucket, you need to have a think about things.

So progress through the last few years of school, majorly disengaged and increasingly anti social in regards to the ‘system’, no a huge surprise for a boy of that age but a continued downwards spiral. Did terrible on my GCSE’s and became fixated on joining the army. Parachute regiment to be precise. I read through history after history after history book, gleaming over the legends of sacrifices in battle, The Spartans at Thermopylae, the Alamo, any tales of hero’s that fought till their last. My literal goal at age 17 was simple, join the army, become an elite member of the parachute regiment, fight wars and die gloriously in battle somewhere around age 30. I’ll give myself this, i had a plan, a very simplistic and somewhat morbid one but hey it’s more than i currently have writing this.

Thus ends the first part of the stages that lead to Liam’s mental breakdown just over ten years later!

[jbuffyangel]

Timeless 2x11 Reaction: “The Miracle of Christmas Part 1 and 2″

And thus Timeless is officially over. How did the writers fair with the series finale aka The Timeless movie? Pretty freakin’ fantastic.

Let’s dig in...

It’s been several months between Timeless’ Season 2 finale and their series finale tonight, so the writers wisely include a “Previously on Timeless.” We flashback to all their adventures while Unhappy Future Lucy (who looks a little scary if I’m being honest) narrates. It helps because I seriously forgot her mother is dead. (They kill Susanna Thompson on every damn show!)

The beginning is a little jarring because storylines I expected to happen in a season or two are all happening RIGHT NOW. My brain needs time to downshift, but I eventually adjust.

First things first - dealing with the third point in the love triangle, Garcia Flynn. Timeless isn’t interested in drawing out the shipper war because Wyatt and Lucy are kind of a mess. They require some screen time so they are fixed in a realistic manner. 

Scary Future Lucy gives Present Day Lucy and Wyatt her diary. Spoiler alert: Lucy hooks up with Flynn. Spoiler alert: They break up sometime down the road because she is really in love with Wyatt. They play out Lucy and Flynn’s entire relationship in under 3 minutes. I’m not joking when I say they breeze through three to four seasons worth of triangle.

I love Goran Visnjic, and while I adore Lucy and Wyatt, I was never opposed to Lucy and Flynn. I mean yeah he’s a murderer. That’s a real negative, but it’s friggin Goran Visnic. Have you seen this guy? He’s so hot. Where Dr. Luca goes so goes my nation.

Kidding aside, the writers convey the depth of Lucy and Flynn’s relationship with just a few lines, which is an impressive writing achievement. I love how Flynn is all “I can’t believe you date me because I tried to kill you a bunch of times.” HAHAHA. Classic. And true! Ah the joy of television romance. But it ain’t gonna be you Flynn, so mosey along big fella. 

Jessica is not pregnant. UGH. I HATED THIS STORYLINE SO MUCH. 

I appreciate the writers giving it a fast and hard death, but this is one of the ways I think Season 2 went wrong. Timeless is a show that defied the typical television tropes and that’s what made it so interesting in Season 1.  However, I think their Season 2 renewal, and desire to snare more viewers, created a “throw everything, but the kitchen sink” mentality. 

They used every romance trope they could think of in Season 2 to see what would stick. It was just... not good. I don’t blame Timeless anymore than I do any other show that does this (and it’s pretty much all of them). It was just disappointing to see the show move in this direction, when previously they’d been so good at avoiding those kinds of storylines.

Flynn sacrifices himself by going back to 2012 to kill Jessica, so Rufus never dies. REDEMPTION ARC BITCHES!!! YESSSS!! 

Seriously, he is so bad ass. Flynn puts a couple bullets in Jessica (plus one extra to be sure) after a ninja knockdown fight. He knows the effects of traveling to his own timeline will kill him... or something. Whatever. It doesn’t matter. Then he watches 2012 Flynn with his beautiful and living family through a window before he dies. 

Flynn leaves a goodbye letter for Lucy that pretty much says he loves her, but he knows she loves Wyatt and he wants her to be happy. So yes, GARCIA FLYNN sacrifices himself for Rufus, ensures Lucy and Wyatt find the happy ending they deserve even though he is in love with Lucy, helps stop Rittenhouse and save the world. I AM SO EMO ABOUT MY BOY RIGHT NOW!

As for Lucy and Wyatt, they tiptoe around each other for most of the two hours. Wyatt thinks she ends up with Flynn and Lucy doesn’t want to be second choice. They are the only two who remember the Jessica history. Dear God, can we all forget too? Everyone is pretty much, “Why aren’t y’all together because y’all were together before and it was perfection?” So meta.

Wyatt almost dies in an explosion while delivering a baby during the fall of North Korea. Yes, you read that correctly. WYATT LOGAN IS HERE TO SAVE NATIONS AND DELIVER BABIES!

Lucy realizes she almost lost Wyatt and they are wasting time worrying about the past. 

This part of the finale feels really predictable to me. There’s no way they are killing off Wyatt, especially after Flynn dies. Lyatt is endgame, so the two characters dancing around it for so long feels like prolonging the inevitable.

“After that explosion I thought you were dead. And for a moment I saw my whole life without you and my world ended Wyatt.”

But damn though, what a speech Lucy gives him. 

Honestly, it is slightly annoying she did most of the talking because Wyatt is the one who screwed up. At least he offers up a “I wanted to pick you Lucy, but I felt I owed Jessica because she was my baby mama” explanation. Of course, we all knew this. 

Lucy accepts Wyatt’s “I am a big pine tree” explanation because facts. Things really get cooking with some Lyatt mistletoe kissing. 

Source:  sisterzelda

Ah, a time honored holiday trope I will never grow tired of. Then they have sex

BUT CUT AWAY TOO SOON! Boo NBC!

Rufus is alive, but doesn’t remember being dead. Jiya remembers Rufus being dead, but he doesn’t remember Jiya living in Chinatown for three years in the 1800s. I think. 

Jiya is concerned she’s no longer the woman Rufus fell in love with (re: see three years of trauma). I argue Rufus fell in love with a bad ass and Jiya is still most certainly one. It is frustrating how quickly they had to go through her physical and emotional trauma from Chinatown. Ugh, this is some seriously important drama that could have been a multiple season deep dive. Stupid cancellation.

Rufus and Jiya realize they are still perfect for each other, because they are perfect for each other. They start a company together and become billionaires saving the world. Jiya’s hair color is extremely pretty in the final scenes too. I feel this is very important detail to include. I heart them. 

Source:  katie-mcgraths

Lucy and Wyatt discuss how they don’t want to become scary Lucy and Wyatt from the future and THEY DON’T BECAUSE OF FLYNN. They get married, Wyatt works for Agent Christopher on special projects, and Lucy is a tenured history professor who focuses on important historical women. BECAUSE THERE AIN’T NO TIME FOR THE MEN! That’s right fellas. Drink your tea and wait your turn.

Unfortunately, Lucy is not able to get her sister Amy back. She gives an poignant speech about grief and loss, which could be the show’s mission statement. This is how you write a series finale:

"Everybody loses someone they love. And no matter how badly they want to they can't get them back. In spite of that they find a way to go on. That's everyone's history." 

What connects all of time is our humanity. We are born. We live. We love. We suffer grief, pain and loss. We find joy. We endure. This is the thread century after century. In the end, we aren’t so different after all. 

THEN LUCY AND WYATT GET MARRIED 

Source: @splitscreen

AND HAVE TWIN GIRLS NAMED FLYNN AND AMY. 

Source: @splitscreen​

ALERT!!!!!!!!!! MULTIPLES CONCEIVED! IT IS THE DREAM! EVERYTHING IS AMAZING!!!! 

The final scene is 2023 Lucy, Wyatt and Rufus traveling to 2014 to tell Garcia Flynn about the time machine. Lucy tells Flynn he doesn’t lose his humanity even though he never gets his family back. He is the hero the team and the world needs in the end. It connects the beginning and end of Timeless so seamlessly. This was probably always going to be the bookend. I just wish we had a few more seasons in between it.

They hint at a future time machine being invented by a young girl Rufus took an interest in at the science fair. The morality of the time machine is debated between Agent Christopher and Connor. She wants to destroy it, but Connor argues they need to keep it so they can stop others from abusing its power. You can’t un-invent something. Someone sooner or later will create the same technology Connor and Rufus did. They have a responsibility to make sure time travel is not abused and another Rittenhouse does not rise. So, the time machine is kept, covered, guarded and waiting.

Do I think we’ll see a resurrected Timeless about this girl and her time machine? No. I don’t. This is the last stop on the Timeless train and, while it was a wonderful ride, it is over. Actors are released from contracts. Writers, producers, crew, etc have all moved on to other gigs. It’s a freaking miracle they even made the movie. (Apropos episode title).

Timeless approached the series finale the correct way, which is what’s important to me. They didn’t leave a bunch of loose ends. The world was saved and I saw all our beloved characters living their happy lives in peace. I need to know these characters are going to be okay, so I can say goodbye. 

Thank you Timeless for the insightful way you approached history, your cast of wonderful characters, humor and unflinching honesty. I look forward to the streaming deal so I can rewatch again and again.

Source:  yasmin-khan

Stray Thoughts

The finale is one EPIC Lucy speech after another. My girl runs this show.

Nobody was dressed appropriately for a North Korea winter. 

It looked like the mother threw her newborn into Wyatt’s arms as her son came running to her. LOL Nice catch, soldier.

"I've loved you since the Alamo." Girl is that ever right. 

Don't mock. Saint Christopher is for REAL. He has helped me out of many jams.

Hahaha. Wyatt said m'am. That's how you know it's the end.

[oqal]

Oh lord she from Texas and she's crazy LH NO

you got a thing against texans. because so do i. i hate governer abbott and his bitch ass policies. but no matter what i’ll always remember the alamo