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[lueton]

Lueton is everywhere

[tadpole-art]

Well that was traumatizing :,)

[snoffart]

The kids of Gravity Falls!!

[khaoala]

Bibi's favorite KantBison kisses.

[creativecorvid]

book cover for the year of intelligent tigers

[acrosstobear]

oscarpiastri First part of the season done. First GP victory. First broken bone. Rib’s enjoying the break 💪

[phantomrose96]

just read before the birds sing. your repeated use of the word optimal really drives home how risk and conflict averse he is. he wants things predictable, he wants things stable, he wants control. as someone with anxiety i very much understood where he was coming from and also that without consequences he's just going to loop indefinitely rather than risk change. the alternative ending you considered where he moves to the next day only to loop that one near indefinitely IS how that would work for him if he moved. he has the option to deal with change the way you deal with messing up your sourdough starter if you had infinite flour, water and time, and nothing can stop him from taking it because literally nothing can.

(Before the Birds Sing)

Yeah!!!!

And actually, the origin of this idea was from an off-hand comment my friend made in a discord conversation about video game powers.

And it just immediately HOOKED me because. By god. There is no escape criteria. It's sure the typical formula for a timeloop story that the person trapped in the loop wants to get out.

And even when it's self-imposed, it's usually a like "my dearest loved one dies today, every time, and no matter how hard I try and how many times I try I fail to save them."

Like, this general assumption that the protagonist would rather this not be happening.

So I was absolutely compelled with the idea of like, playing a little trick with that assumption, crafting a timeloop narrative which you have no reason to doubt is a "Christophe is unwilfully trapped and is trying to escape this loop." And doing today "right" is the escape criteria, as the punishment for how badly he fucked up the first time he lived that day.

But No. No. He's trapped because he's trapped himself. Because he is a perfectionist--but really because he is highly anxious, highly prideful, quick to anger, which all combine and fester into this formula where he overreacts, hates himself for it, but can't apologize and move on. He'd rather everyone lose their memory of him fucking up so he can do it again in a way they approve of.

His whole loop, every time, is never about doing or saying what he actually thinks. It's just optimizing everyone's reaction to him. He just wants to bask in people's approval. He wants everyone to see him as perfect. And he can't achieve that living each day in the raw.

So instead he gets to live this day, perfectly, forever :)

[smarthily]

– Mark Gatiss about Molly in "Sherlock Uncovered: The Women"

For @sherlockchallenge​​ July prompt KEY

[hyunjinsource]

hyunjin in every skz code ↳ SKZ CODE EP.56 (bedtime bingo hell #2)

[lueton]

Some say we were the first omish 🙂‍↕️

[silverfoxstole]

Paul and India, 2002 and 2024.

(Big Finish Talks Back and The Stuff of Legend - The Live Show Behind the Scenes)

[myswimmingpewl]

Today is the day when alison and kitty have their sleepover :D

[everyillumi]

[anjoviva]

PATALLIRO! (1982) Anime Opening

[wuntrum]

my piece for a charity zine im in! the theme is spikes 🦔

[werepuppy-steve]

G | 753 words

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles' prompt: graduation tags: emma verse, modern au, famous corroded coffin, steddie being over the top parents

tagging some of the emma fans: @steves-strapcollection @tboygareth @patchworkgargoyle @steddieas-shegoes @theheadlessphilosopher

@worstsequence @hammity-hammer

"Does she know where we're sitting?" Eddie asks as they shuffle down the rows of plastic seats, his bulky digital camera hanging around his neck by the strap.

(Eddie wanted to bring their tour photographer, Cody, but Steve had to gently remind him that the school already had one hired. Eddie only sulked for an hour.)

Steve levels him a look. "If she doesn't see us, then she'll spot one of these goons and follow the line." He points over his shoulder to their accompanying party.

Wayne is directly behind him, followed by Robin and Chrissy. Jeff, Gareth, Freak, and the kids shuffle in behind them. As much as Eddie doesn’t like flaunting his celebrity status around, he had to call ahead the week before to request an entire row to be reserved just to fit all of them.

His baby is graduating kindergarten, he'll be damned if he doesn't pull out all the stops. They’re even having a little graduation party for her at the house afterwards—a backyard BBQ with everyone and the rest of the tour crew and family who couldn't make it to the ceremony.

Not long after everyone is seated, Pomp and Circumstance crackles out of the loudspeakers and the kids start to walk down the aisle in pairs. It's definitely not perfect, some kids take too-eager steps and some stop to hug their parents, but the teachers do their best to guide them.

Steve starts recording with his phone the second they spot Emma, the digital chime of Eddie's camera shutter clicking away beside him. Her curls are barely tamed in the side pony she asked Eddie to put it in, but it matches the whole 'rocker' vibe she's got going on.

Amongst the sea of summer dresses and pressed toddler slacks, their little girl is wearing her black denim battle vest over a light purple Hannah Montana shirt Steve had gotten at a yard sale, with a pale blue frilly tutu and a pair of silver glitter leggings and her black boots.

She looks nervous, though. Tense. Her shoulders are drawn up and her hands are clasped in front of her. Brown eyes dart this way and that around the room trying to spot a familiar face in the crowd and it breaks Steve's heart to watch his kid be so anxious. Her teacher said she did great at practice yesterday, but that was without the fifty pairs of eyes on her.

Mike is sitting on the end and she finds him easily, her eyes lighting up in recognition, but there's still a worried crease between her eyebrows that doesn't smooth out until she's locking eyes with her dads. She gives them a tiny wave as she walks by.

They both give her encouraging thumbs up and Eddie wishes he could just snatch her up and run out of the building with her.

They eventually get all the kids filed in and the principal stands behind the podium on the stage to welcome everyone. She goes through the awards first (Emma receives one for reading above her grade level, something that Eddie is very proud of) before the kids line back up to receive their little diplomas.

Halfway through the list, Eddie suddenly elbows Steve. "Shit, I didn't hear her name, did we miss her?"

His phone is still recording. "Dude, her last name is M, we're still in the J's."

"Oh, right."

Emma's class is only about 50 or so kids so it doesn't really take that long to get to her name, but Steve and Eddie are still vibrating with the anticipation.

"Emma Munson."

Immediately, their entire entourage is up on their feet and cheering and yelling. It's way too loud for the cafeteria setting they're in, and it echos, and you can definitely tell which of them are in the famous metal band.

Emma's little cheeks turn the same color as her glasses but her grin is big and wide as she holds her certificate in front of her for the picture. Both Steve and Eddie are rapid fire pressing the shutter buttons on their cameras.

Once she's off the stage, the principal clears her throat. "A reminder to please hold all applause until the end of the ceremony, thank you." She gives them a not-so-subtle glare over the rims of her own glasses.

Sheepishly, their group sits back down and is quiet once more.

"We're gonna be worse during her eighth grade graduation, right?" Steve whispers to Eddie.

"Oh, absolutely. She'll want to kill us afterwards."