#voices in the distance

[bodhi-ryuchai]

Saturday night at La Zorba in Paris......

Finally, I was able to crawl out of the shed of Reille – without my backpack for once, what a relief – and walked down the street to the metro station on Saturday night before Daylight Saving Time on Sunday – you know longer days & shorter nights – to take a few trains up to Belleville to catch a proper experimental music event. And, this was definitely that type of event to catch!I had the…

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

(loosely) that scene from potc... its so Them i think...

[sumsarem]

de sunshines rainbows marshmallows man?!?! ☀️🌈🥰💖🌟

[ngc7009]

I just want to make you happy

[art-i-sticks]

They got her. @twigs-sprigs and @greenflowerceo got Rach

[walpu]

Obsessed with bodyguard reader always making sure to listen to whatever Aven has to yap about even if they don’t understand anything, and immediately shutting up anyone who tries to butt in

they just zone out sometimes it's like a podcast lmao

well, it's not their fault Aven's voice is pretty

[15minlatewithbatbucks]

"Sometimes I forget they're gone."

Bruce looks up from work - a crossword he's doing to pass time until the gas chromatography finishes - and over to where Tim is rolling back and forth in front of a secondary terminal. The steady squeak of his chairs back wheel was almost meditative in a way. He stared up at a blank screen, face only illuminated in profile by the gentle glow of Bruce's own terminal.

"Who is?" Bruce asked when Tim didn't elaborate. For all that this was functionally his home now, the boy had a tendency to occupy space in a way that made Bruce's jaw ache from biting his tongue.

"My parents." Tim stopped rocking and the Cave was as silent as a grave between them. One grave in particular. "Like, something happens and I think, oh, Mom would love to hear about this. Or Dad would get all huffy and rant over something silly and it would be fun to listen to."

Tim, who loved his parents and, arguably was loved in return. He spent most of his time in his room or the Cave, exploring other rooms in the Manor like his parents did archeological sites. Interesting to him, but not a place to be.

"Sometimes I pick up the phone and get as far as putting in their international number, you know?"

Tim, who was parented through phone calls and post cards. Tim, who spent so much of his life in boarding schools that an actual home looked more like a museum than a place to live.

"I'm sorry, bud," Bruce murmured. There wasn't much else he could say, aside from reminding Tim that his father was still alive. Comatose, hanging in limbo, but alive.

Bruce thought it would be easier if Jack Drake died with his wife. Bruce also hated himself for thinking those kinds of things.

"I just keep thinking about Mohenjo-daro," he continued. "We're learning about it in school this unit and I keep remembering- I keep remembering that Dad said he's been there. I can't keep the dates right in my head and he would have helped."

"I can give it a shot," Bruce offered even though he knew it was the wrong thing to do now just as it had been the wrong thing to do when he offered to find a Romani language tutor for Dick when he realized he was forgetting things.

It would solve one part of the problem, but it would never replace the help a father could give.

Tim turned towards him, pale face washed out in stark relief under the light from behind Bruce. He wondered if Tim could even see his face in the relative darkness and found a cowards courage knowing he couldn't.

"He told me a story about it once," Tim said. "I can't remember the ending. I can't remember what he told me. Why didn't I listen better?"

Bruce had no answer for him. He set his paper aside and opened his arms.

Dick would have thrown himself at Bruce, taking comfort where and when he could. Jason would have slunk over and did his level best to press close enough to cave in Bruce's chest and make himself a home.

He was, in hindsight, too good at that.

Tim always hesitated. Weighting the pros and cons? Overthinking a simple comfort offered freely? Bruce never knew.

Still, Tim slowly abandoned his squeaking chair. He let Bruce tug him in for a hug.

Tim was older than Dick had been, around the same age as Jason. Even so, in moments like this he seemed immeasurably younger. Tim, cast off in a prestigious boarding school, had lived comparatively untouched by life's hardest lessons. He signed up for the work, but he couldn't have known how hard it would be. Bruce never should have let him in, but what could he do now? Tim came to him when he needed a partner the most and he was so, so grateful even as regret threatened to choke him.

A beep, then. Bruce's eyes drifted upwards.

"The drugs we lifted from the Iceberg Lounge?" Tim asked against Bruce's neck.

"Yes."

"Show me."

Bruce let Tim out from the protective circle of his arms and did so. The moment lay broken behind them, like so many others.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

possibly the best au of all time: the Readerbot Isn't Traumatized au

[goshyesvintageads]

American Telephone & Telegraph Co, 1937

[thelittlestlibertine]

I truly believe that Cunoesse should get adopted by Klaasje and Ruby. If Cuno gets to have 2 morally questionable dads Cunoesse should get 2 morally questionable moms, cause they're kids, and if they don't get the exact same things they will fight to death.

[introspectivememories]

can't stop fucking thinking about sun/moon shuggy bc shanks is the sun always and buggy is forever the moon. buggy will never be the sun, he will never shine as brilliantly as shanks or anyone else. and the moon makes no light of it's own!!!! it only shines bc the sun's light reflects off of it!!!! buggy never shines by himself!!! he will never make his own light!!! buggy who is always second best, shining only from the light shanks gives him. even worse, you only ever see half of the moon illuminated at one time!!!! shanks who gives buggy the light he needs to shine but only for certain parts of buggy!!!! never all of him!!!!! buggy never shines fully and he never will bc buggy is the moon, he isn't a star or a comet or a meteor, he's a moon and moons don't shine by themselves. and buggy who devotes himself to shanks bc he wants to shine, by god he wants it so badly he aches somedays, but shanks is the golden child, shining with splendor, and buggy knows when to stop fighting a losing battle. he sticks around for years drawn in by the gravity of shanks' orbit until loguetown, and as his captain's head hits the ground, buggy feels himself splinter into thousands of little meteoroids. he leaves shanks standing in the rain and thinks to himself, i will shine by myself or i will die trying

[lover-of-mine]

Everyday, you feel a little bit further away and I don't know what to say...

[kai-the-mad]

"Where do they get the milk in Redwall?"

"It's plant milk."

"But they don't have cows?"

"It's from plants."

"SO IS IT MADE FROM MOUSE MILK???"

"IT'S MADE FROM PLANTS!!"

[comradekatara]

chan and ruon-jian are such good characters because they’re literally just these privileged teenagers living in the imperial core, summering in their beach houses, sheltered from the realities of the atrocities being committed by their own fathers. they know that their fathers are a big deal due to their military rank, but they are disturbed and off-put by even the most distant allusion to the realities of the war because they can only imagine the war in abstract terms of prestige and glory. they are two dimensional caricatures of the popular jock archetype—a white, suburban, american construction. they are completely hollow characters, lacking any substance beyond what they materially represent to azula and zuko. and isn’t that just so apt?

[stardestroyer81]

So @retrobee drew a Ruby Spears take on an absolutenutcase162 comic...

[unyielding-obsession]

all of my mizuki edits for the layout of this blog so far 𓆪

hermit mizuki transparent from @prosekaipng, ribbon mizuki from @sekaitransparents 𓆪

likes appreciated, reblog to use 𓆪