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[duckysprouts]

hey very important to me and me alone, is roy doing ok in your big brother au? if not ok tell me that he’s alive at least because I love him and hope he’s just chilling at home with baby lian waiting for dick to get his shit together

this is the only universe i’ll ever make where roy harper is the last person to worry about

my man found his calling as a stay at home suburban dad

not everything is great of course, there is some lore regarding that ring, but roy harper is a determined masochist if nothing else and jade has a thing for pathetic men

[emdotcom]

Yeah, so while I was on my "I'm going to read into Vanny/Vanessa as much as possible" journey, I noticed an odd quirk in her animations in how she moves. At first, I thought it reminded me of a ballerina, 'cause she's kinda tip-toeing, & she has this way of keeping her head & chest in one place as she moves, but I looked again & realized --

That's not ballet! She's doing a tight-rope act. Like, look at this one:

This is like standing up on the wooden boards before you do the actual tight-rope walking, & the ring leader is hyping you up as you do some fun movement for the crowds. &, then, these:

These are all instances where she walks with one foot directly in front of the other. In that third, she's doing the "woaaah" wiggly-ass balance movements & everything, as if she's swaying up at the top of the tent, even though she's down on solid ground.

Idk, I feel like the way her feet are placed isn't accurate (pretty sure they should be pointed left & right, not both forwards...) doesn't make this 100% correct, but I like it. It also connects back with her first SB teaser, wherein she's up in the rafters.

[coeluvr]

i'm curious, what are the ros thoughts on having children? would they want any or be opposed to the idea?

They're my children and they're not allowed to have any until I say so! Their opinion is worthless! /j

[fishcow99]

WAIT WHAT THE FUCK JAKE KNOWS BRODY

JAKE KNOWS BRODY AND THEY DID A SONG TOGETHER IM GOPNNA SCREAM

[knickynoo]

McFly July Day 13: Campfire

Lone Pine timeline

Marty scooted closer to the fire, reveling in the warmth it provided in the chilly night air. He was bone tired from the day’s activities, and the thought of crawling into his sleeping bag sounded amazing. But he resisted, knowing full well that while his body was thoroughly exhausted, his brain hadn’t quite gotten the memo yet. It was still swirling with thought, pulling his attention in ten different directions at once.

The last time he’d sat by a campfire and slept outside, he’d been in 1885, his entire future hinged on one big decision and a fragile plan.  

Now he was home—or, at least, he was back—having spent a full day hiking and fighting to set up his expensive tent and collecting wood for the fire Dad and Dave built.

When his mom first casually mentioned the “annual McFly family camping trip,” he’d thought she was making a joke. He’d been camping a handful of times, but never with his family.

Never with his family.

Except these people were his family, and Mom hadn’t been joking. They’d all, minus him, reminisced about past trips on the drive to the campsite, unknowingly providing him with small pieces to add to the slowly growing mental puzzle of this timeline’s version of him. Of the life he did but didn’t live.

Last year, they’d had a race to see who could assemble a tent the fastest: parents versus kids. Mom and Dad had won.

Two years prior, it’d stormed so fiercely that they had to leave the first night and stay at a nearby motel.

Marty had learned that during their 1978 trip, he’d somehow managed to lose his balance during their hike and end up in the river—twice.

“You were like a little drowned rat,” Mom had said through a laugh. “Remember that, Marty?”

No, he didn’t. But he’d returned her laugh, along with the dozens of others shared during the car trip.

It all sounded nice, the stories they swapped. It sounded like the kind of stuff he’d longed for as a kid.

His quiet ruminations were interrupted as Linda dropped into the folding chair beside him. Even after a day spent out in nature, she still looked put-together, as if prepared for the possibility that she might have to hurry off to meet a date at any moment.

Linda bumped him with her shoulder. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“You’ve been weird today.”

A chuckle worked it’s way from Marty’s throat at the blunt, but accurate, statement. He met his sister’s eyes, seeing the mixture of teasing and concern.

“Just today?” he asked with a smile.

“Weirder, I should’ve said,” Linda clarified. “What, are you too cool for these trips now?”

“No. I’m having fun.”

“Could’ve fooled me. What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, Linda.” Marty held his hands out toward the dancing flames and focused on the heat and the crackling logs. He felt her gaze on him still—observing him as if he was some riddle to be solved. Some unknown specimen that needed dissecting.

Just as her staring approached unbearable, it stopped, releasing the tension that had been building in Marty’s chest. Linda reached into a bag beside her chair and pulled out a bag of marshmallows, a box of graham crackers, and some chocolate bars.

“Wanna make some double-decker s’mores?” She offered a wooden skewer to Marty.

Marty’s breath caught at her words—at the memory that they brought to the surface. Not from this timeline but from the old one. From his timeline. A memory of him, Linda, and Dave making double-decker s’mores over the stove on a rainy autumn night after their parents had gone to sleep. Of setting the marshmallows on fire and melting chocolate dripping onto the countertops and graham cracker crumbs scattered across the floor. Scrambling to clean it all up and leave no evidence of their late-night sugar fix.

Had that night happened the same way here? Or had it come about some other way, maybe even during one of their camping trips?

He supposed maybe it didn’t matter how, just that it did. That he’d found one of those rare connecting threads—woven through both timelines and providing him with a brief feeling of being anchored.

Giving him hope that, over time, maybe both his memories and this place would feel like home.

Marty took the skewer, then got to work helping Linda tear open all the packaging. He thought of the stories he’d heard of past trips, how he’d had nothing to contribute or look back on fondly along with his family. Maybe he’d never gain any memories, though he hoped he would, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt to make some new ones of his own.

[somethhing-someethinng]

I see no one talking abt bangladesh right now and most people are focusing on england but basically a couple weeks ago the uni students started protesting against the job/admission quota previously in place where a percentage of the accepted applicants can get in on other claims such as the women's qouta (it was 10% i think) the disabled quota (somewhere like 1-5%) and the 1971 freedom fighters quota w/ their children and grandchildren which was a whooping 30%.

Naturally people were kinda against that. This girl i talked to on the bus told me she was in 406th position based on her merit but wasn't able to get physics on her uni subject but a guy on the 2385th position did cuz he admitted to the quota system on basis of having a freedom fighter grandparent. So naturally she went to protest too.

Unfortunately politics are a finicky thing so soon you have small terrorist groups attacking the students and causing more destruction and arson. Now there is a death toll. The prime minister has already called the protestors rajakar for going against the 'legacy of our independence' (for context rajakar is basically a slur around here which was used to refer to people from our side during the was who helped pakistan and killed and tortured people worse than they ever did. It was... not a good move)

It gets worse and the police get involved students die. Police officers die. Both of them blame each other. The actual perpetrators are still at large.

The students started a nine point demand but it wasn't accepted and instead people died. So they just turned it into a one point demand for the resignation of the prime minister who has been handling the entire situation quite poorly and has already made things was worse.

As of today on Aug5 near the afternoon (in GMT+6 at least) the former Prime Minister Sheikh Hasina resigned. And now we await further news.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[al-norton]

Damn I slept and chatted with my girlfriend through another big dam breakdown scare, this time in my city

[jackklinemybeloved]

trying to connect the watcher bullshit with the way media companies on YouTube have regularly failed. Can’t figure out how to be coherent yet but ohhhh boy when I do.

[thekittyfox2999]

if i could

I would go back in time for an hour to kidnap Arthur Conan Doyle and make him listen to my headcanons about sherlock.

[jorvikzelda]

Just found out I share a SSO first name with Rattle. Never been so devastated in my entire life ngl

[bitnestloop]

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[ruth-westside]

The complete update quests in four parts, with fairly minor editing and no commentary.

Was determined to not let yet another story quest recording disappear because my computer died or something. Seemed as good a reason as any to bring my channel back from hibernation.

[amiharana]

hot soup is one of the greatest joys we will ever experience in our short mortal lives

[deathbringer]

hey not to be publicly edgy but if we'll all just let me for a second, okay:

is there canonical evidence to suggest that Skulduggery had to have started working on the Vile armor only once in a Temple, or do we think it's possible he started it by himself as a fucked-up "this is never going to happen! i am coping! this will never see the light of day!" DIY that went horribly, horribly right.

'cause I can easily picture him showing up at the Necromancers' door with part of it, demanding help finishing the rest. and the necromancers in question are like "what the fuck is that."

[ultimateinferno]

There's a certain tragedy regarding the simplicity of lemonade and the frequency of people fucking it up.