#/ his home town didn't

[guardian-of-da-gay]

for various reasons I feel pretty confident that in the Knuckles show/Sonic 3 they're gonna reveal that Knuckles and Tails are sharing the attic with Sonic, but honestly? tf they mean this house doesn't have ONE spare bedroom???

[tricoufamily]

visiting the hometown

(want everyone to know this edit came to me in a dream and i changed the lore just to do it)

[bl-bam-beyond]

HIDDEN AGENDA (2023, THAILAND)

Episode 10

Joke (ARCHEN AYDIN aka JOONG) and Zo (NATACHAI BOONPRASERT aka DUNK) made up last week after a contrived out of nowhere plot twist.

Zo needed to go to his hometown...alone leaving Joke behind. But Joke took the initiative to join Zo at his parents home because he missed him so much. However Zo is not out to his parents so advised caution to the very affectionate Joke.

@pose4photoml

[ghostinacardboardbox]

The huge contrast between how Pip shuts down at any mention of his parents vs how he talks about his brother in the Sunfall layover. Pip doesn't remember a lot about his family, mostly by choice, but he gets so wistful remembering his brother. "He seemed to know everything."

[pocketramblr]

maybe the answer to "what should Twi's backstory be" is "well what would be the funniest for Time to respond to Rusl casually mentioning where he found the kid?"

[gillianthecat]

My cat was missing for a day and a half and wouldn't come when called and I was so worried he'd gone off somewhere to die (he's 18 and I just found out last week he's at serious risk of a heart attack) and he just showed up mewing at my neighbor's door in the rain.

I am so tremendously relieved. I was really preparing myself for the idea I would never see him again and would never really know what happened. He ate a bit and is now purring next to me and demanding head scratches.

[ragsy]

MOTW NPC Rach Lombardi, Mark's toxic ex who got ripped to shreds by dogman and then whose revenant ghost latched onto someone else who was on their own dogman revenge quest (player character Tatara)

she's fun.

[blunderpuff]

my mom hates the house, hates the neighborhood (can't walk to anything/have to get in the car for everything), can't find stuff she packed, doesn't have good places to put her stuff, her big desk doesn't fit in the "office alcove", the cat is days away from being put down and so he's clingy and sad...

MA'AM. YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WAS DESPERATE TO MOVE. BUYING THIS HOUSE HAS BEEN IN THE WORKS SINCE JULY OF THIS YEAR. "MOVING" AS A CONCEPT HAS BEEN THE SUBTITLE OF MY LIFE FOR THE PAST 5 YEARS. YOU DO NOT GET TO BE A PISSY TODDLER NOW. THIS IS LITERALLY ALL YOUR DOING.

[quick-drawn]

i'm working on a much longer hc post right now but an unrelated thought popped into my head: i've stated before that cassidy has near perfected his knot tying as a teen. a seemingly odd or random skill, but it's something he used often around the farm. while it sprouted out of necessity, he found it INTERESTING that there were so many different ways to achieve the same goal. he remembers them all to this day, still utilizes them often in his travels, and has even expanded on his knowledge throughout the years. ( do with that information as you will. ) another skill he was known around town for as a teen was his horseback riding. cassidy was three years old his first time on a horse — accompanied, of course, by his father. but ever since then it was hard to keep him away from the stables. there was an american paint horse left to the farm that he'd grow rather fond of — simply named LADY, she was the only animal he made sure to transfer when he moved to texas. lady was a great ranch horse, but she was also built for speed. you could often find the pair in town, hustling for a buck or two with petty bets on amateur races. however, put all these things together ? one thing cassidy could never get the hang of was lassoing, or roping. ESPECIALLY while on a horse. he was HORRIBLE at it growing up, and he can't rightfully say he's gotten any better at it in his later years.

[thedreadvampy]

thought too hard about my adolescence made myself sad 🥲

[theheadlessgroom]

https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/722508703617728512/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

Dorian Gracey was not having a good morning.

“Another difficult night, sir?” Beauregard Ghast, the Gracey family’s butler, asked gently as he poured the young master a generous cup of coffee, which Dorian gratefully thanked him for, groaning, “Yes...another nightmare. At this point, I’m thinking of swearing sleep off entirely.”

“You probably just ate too close to bed,” his mother said knowingly (if still somewhat dismissively), taking a sip from her cup of tea while his father, who was only half-listening, was reading the morning paper between puffs of his cigar and swigs of coffee, as Mrs. Gracey continued, “We had a very late dinner last night, and dessert wasn’t your friend, I’m sure.”

I dreamt I was hanging by my neck until I was dead, Mother! Dorian thought to himself, as he took another long sip of coffee in a vain effort to wake up, as well as keep himself from snapping his mother. I don’t think that was caused by ice cream!

“You should go on more walks,” his father commented from behind his paper, still only half-paying attention. “A little fresh air will do you some good, my boy. You’ve been cooped up in the house too much-especially in that stuffy old conservatory, you should get out a bit more! Why, whenever I needed to get a little fresh air to clear my mind, I used to go horse-backing riding...”

Dorian sighed as he let his parents voices wash over him, rubbing his temple as he drained his cup before reaching for the pot to have another: Why was this happening to him? The dreams just didn’t stop keeping, dreams of dying, being dead...they were to make him want to stay up all hours, lest he experience the same nightmare over and over...he wished he had an answer, or at least someone to talk to them about, someone who’d understand...

Lizzie would understand.

No, no, he told himself silently, as he caught himself before his cup runneth over. I don’t want to worry her...God, I wish I could talk to her, really talk to her...I wish I could tell her how I really feel...but what’s the use? We could never be together...

[unofficialadamtaurus]

Bro if we ever get a rwby next!gen, how cool would it be if Blake and Yang's kid meets and trains with an older, survived but weakened Adam post-V6 and doesn't know it's him until they find his old jacket and they realise who he is but Everything's Difference Now and ahhh!

I don't personally care for next-generation or kid-centric fics but you do you

[united-under-skyfall]

growing up in a small town is like. i want to get as far away from here as humanly possible and never look back. i've been sorted into homeroom classes with at least seven of the same kids from kindergarten through graduation and i don't know that we've ever talked longer than five minutes but i'd probably die for them. this would be a nice place to live for the rest of my life, i think. you know everyone in town by their family name even if you don't actually know any of them personally. i'm tired. everyone i know is tired. i hate it here. i never want to leave. we have nothing to do here and the boredom gouges tracks in my brain. i am personally offended by anyone not from here who says there's nothing to do here. everyone here knows too much about me. i know too much about everyone here. how does it feel to start from a blank slate? i would never know. there is a quiet, hidden sort of rage that everyone plants in their gardens. the lemonade at the market tastes like five-year-old laughter, the library smells like paper and the hot chocolate they used to make for events in the basement. the local history room hadn't changed since they installed it because there's nothing else to add, nothing else to know. i am tired. they're developing things and too much is changing too quickly and this has been the same unchanging neighborhood for fifty fucking years and now it's utterly unrecognizable from the place i knew barely a decade ago. i am never sure how much this change is a good thing, how much is too much. it feels like someone is peeling back my wallpaper skin when i'm not looking, painting different shades over what i thought should be there. i'm not the only person in this place but it feels strangely like they should have asked for my permission first, like i am part of its foundation, or maybe it's part of mine. (do we ask the bricks what they want the wall to look like, too?) we all share layers of the same memories that are slowly shifting and eroding, and you can see it everywhere you look, viscerally, physically. i think it is impossible to escape this place unless you are willing to bleed, and make bleed. it would be so, so easy to just disappear. the air feels fresher here than anywhere else, simply because it is the baseline my body has learned and my lungs have loved. i am so very, very tired. i think it's this place. i think i like it. i don't know. i don't know how to be anything else. i learned from brick and mortar, from pavement, from parks; buildings that served my mother as a child, graves no one visits anymore, trees older than my family line; everything sags, the colors washed out. they are tired, too.

[infecdead]

me just thinking on the fact that steve probably took a roadtrip within the first year of being free from the HCF to go back to where he lived with his parents, if only to try and find some form of closure

[punk-in-metal-detector]

is it too much to ask for a decent fucking piercer

One is insanely expensive forgetting he operates in a small town ig and the other one is a masive dick like come one

[emiliaco-es-real]

Woah 10 y/o is insane, and the whole racial aspect? I didn't even know. This is a serious problem that requires attention

northern territory lowered the age of criminal responsibility to 10 fucking years old 🙃

this is after *having* raised it to 12 (still ridiculous), they've decided to lower it again. nothing NT cops love doing more than throwing aboriginal kids in prison