#street find

[minkstudios1-photoblog]

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[acrossthewavesoftime]

Whatever post is just below this one on your dashboard, it has offended and disgusted Frederick William III of Prussia.

[lenbryant]

Scientists discovered this prehistoric, demonically possessed Pac-Man fossil.

[nomiiis-world]

[live-while-were-able]

[marzipanandminutiae]

I'm at the Boston Massacre site

I'm at the SweetGreen

I'm at the combination Boston Massacre site and SweetGreen

[phantom-of-the-keurig]

During his intel briefing I hope Crosshair casually mentioned teaming up with Cody before he went AWOL so Rex can find out and be like

[inkskinned]

i know people are good because of this: the universe often assigns me side quests. in a circular strangeness; despite my inability to locate my-own-anything, i am almost-always finding someone else's lost things. dogs, coats, phones, cash, laptops. it happens so often it's almost tiring; suddenly being looped into a tiny amount of detective work.

but when i'm with other people who are not used to this: the response is almost invariably delight. yes, maybe they are simply thrilled by the mystery. it's just... they light up so much. i think maybe more... i think they like the opportunity to do something kind.

a few weeks ago, i was at a bar and i found a wallet as soon as we stepped outside. i felt nervous to ask for help, worried i would be holding up the night. i picked it up and said go on without me, i should help this get back to its home.

instead, three people pulled out their phones - to find him on facebook, to help cancel his credit cards. two people went back into the bar to tell the bartender, two others went calling down the street. group texts, facebook posts, instagram stories. people, without even seeing what happened, start offering help to me. fifteen minutes and: someone knows someone who knows the guy. the cheer that went up - just for finding him, just for this small thing. someone gets him on the phone. strangers dance around me, hopping on their feet - are you the girl that found that wallet? good for you, that's a good thing you're doing/same thing happened to me and somebody did what you're doing and i thank god everyday for people like you/i can't believe you found him so fast this is so exciting

i gave it back to him in a parking lot. i watched his shoulders sag with relief. there was cash in it still - he checked the pocket, and then sheepishly held the money out to me. i didn't take it. i held up my hands. "it's no problem, man. i know you'd do the same for me."

i don't know him, to be honest. i don't know if he is the same kind of person i am. but he nodded at me.

and i know people are good. i know people are good, because the way this story ends isn't surprising. we wave goodbye awkwardly. my friend loops their arm around me.

"i can't believe we got it back to him," they said. "i'm going to be riding that high for weeks."

[disease]

IRVING PENN | NYC, 1999 STREET FINDINGS: “CIGARETTES” [fuji crystal archive print | 46 3/5 × 38 9/10"]

[mozzarellamint]

started playing mahjong

[thediistortiion]

i love fics that write The Distortion genuinely not knowing How to Human and getting something egregiously incorrect.

i don't mean appearance-wise, i mean silly mistakes. trying to wipe up a spill with printer paper because it misunderstood what a paper towel is. calling an animal by the wrong name.

describing emotions in a door/hallway metaphor. ("hallway full of bees" sorry, did you mean butterflies? distortion, you are experiencing butterflies.)

it was literally a door it doesn't know this shit!

i think it has some memories attached to "who" it is, thus why it can tell michael shelley's story, but little details like this? the nuance of the human experience? lost on it. too busy hating being even remotely like a who to stop and attempt to model after them properly.

this makes it mildly offputting and that's the goal so it's content <3

also @ distortion shippers this entity does not know how to kiss. gerry/jon/melanie/whoever else is gonna have to teach it how because it will just stand there, eyes open and everything, being a door.

[minkstudios1-photoblog]

outer space

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[nobeerreviews]

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

-- Hafez

(Ascona, Switzerland)

[goryhorroor]

slasher horror + favorite letterboxd reviews

[squintydrawafist]

Damian gets a pet peafowl for his birthday (sent by his mom so it's also a ninja peafowl)

Damian has two choices here (okay three but where's the fun in that) Either name the bird 'Peaman' or 'Batcock'

Peaman the Batcock and Jerry the turkey become gay bird lovers

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Bruce: "I'm gonna have to veto the Batcock part of this pet's name" Damian: "Coward" Jason: "Hypocrite" Bruce: "How???" Jason: "You let Dick go by 'Dick'"

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Steph: "Would you rather Damian name him 'Batpea the Mancock'?" Duke: "Or 'Peabat the Cockman'?" Bruce: "Stop"

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Dick: "I would like to propose the peacock be named 'Soup,' cause I thought that's what we were talking about." Damian: "No, it's too late. This is Batcock the Peaman." Alfred: "I think 'Soup' is an excellent name for a peacock." Dick: "Thank you, Alfred"

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Damian: "Everyone, I have someone to introduce you to; This is Soup the Peahen." Tim: "Where did he get another peacock??" Cass: "Found it by Robinson Park. Took it home, said it's his now." Steph: "Yeah that checks"

-- Soup is a lesbian

[ky-landfill]

Tim & Jason