#9/11 memories

[saintlycus]

A day late but it just came back to me.

I was 9 years old when 9/11 happened and I recall listening to it as it happened on the radio. My mother was pissed because she thought the radio DJs were telling some sick jokes- they weren't.

We went to school, we were not told we could go home, and we were told explicitly about the death toll as it stood that morning and that the US had been attacked by terrorists.

I vividly recall that we were told to write or draw something for our troops- not our first responders mind you, our troops.

It feels a little funny now that a soldier that was almost definitely sent to kill people overseas received a drawing I made of the American flag with a line of people of all different skin tones holding hands with 'united we stand' written over top of it. This wasn't in a peace and love kind of way, my family was very conservative growing up, I thought I was supporting our troops in fighting "the bad guys".

I felt a lot different about our country's response to the event when I grew up, even only a few years later.

I hope that soldier still has that drawing, and I hope that they see how twisted it was that a child drew that to cheer them on in their job of killing people.

[marisatomay]

Watching Twin Peaks and I’m ashamed to admit that it took me until the end of the first season to realize that the reason why they’re always going back and forth over the Canadian border without anyone knowing or caring is because this show was made a decade before 9/11 and not because of the show’s surrealism

[striderisms]

HAPPY 9/11 YALL. Something I made to celebrate XD.

[eretzyisrael]

Israel's 9/11 Memorial lights up in Jerusalem. This memorial is the only monument outside of the United States which lists the names of all the victims.

May they rest in peace.

Israel remembers together with America.

StandWithUs

[pugzman3]

Remember 9/11? Yes.....

REMEMBER (how we were lied to by politicians of both sides about) 9/11

REMEMBER (the people who orchestrated it are still walking free and will never face persecution for) 9/11

REMEMBER (20 years of war based on a lie that is called) 9/11

REMEMBER (how global surveillance and went rampant after) 9/11

REMEMBER (how even today all politicians will "pay tribute" and carry on the facade of) 9/11

REMEMBER (how countless people were offered up for a luciferian sacrifice that started on) 9/11

REMEMBER (how countless families around the world were torn apart from what started on) 9/11

Remember 9/11? Oh I REMEMBER (falling for it and deploying over and over and over and over again thinking I was serving my country because of) 9/11.

[rottmnt-residuum]

Hmm why can’t he just let WHAT go? Like the roof thing or am I missing something…?

heres the end of the previous update with the beginning of this one

its the ghost of kraangstmas past

[tigergirltail]

Discord Shenanigans

Featuring @ariathelamia @entroart @queenofwerewolves @dreamland-arcade

[faxxmodem]

okay okay i got to see danhausen tag with our local darling women's champ for some good old-fashioned INTERGENDER WRASSLING and it was incredible. the entire show fucking whipped

cannot emphasize this enough: if you love wrestling. and indie wrestling is happening near you. GO.

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

...memory lane ...

📷 mine

[nocternalrandomness]

9/11 Memorial & Museum, Manhattn NY

[ducktracy]

reminder that if you're not watching Crayon Shin-chan then you are living a hollow and empty life. this is not edited. this ripped straight from the movie (Movie 8: Jungle That Invites the Storm, highly recommend for fellow Masaaki Yuasa lovers)

if you need further convincing: these monkeys run an animation sweatshop

[justalittleobsessed]

The Wedding of the Cat-ury: A Purr-fect Union of Klunk Hamato and Klunk Splinterson

Mikey @justalittleobsessed from Cabin 15 and Mike @languajix from Cabin 14's Klunks are getting married! We're not kitten.

They're sure this will be a wedding to remember fur-ever!

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

This was it, the wedding of the cat-ury. Today, two cats were coming together in holy matrimony. It would be a beautiful sight, something no one would ever forget. After all, it wasn’t everyday that two cats got married. That didn’t stop the excitement of the event– having been the talk of the camp. Robotic doves had been flying around with wonderfully crafted invitations throughout the past week advertising the union of cats from two cabins, and now the day had finally come.

The whole beach was decorated with great care and detail: no expense spared. Rows and rows of chairs were lined on either side of a long, orange carpet that led up to an altar. The chairs all had large orange bows on them, with each seat having a bag of cat treats on it.

A large arch ran over the altar, decorated with orange flowers and various orange cat toys, and hung around the beach were fairy lights that twinkle.

As the guests file in they can take in the beauty of the setup, and… maybe the over-the-top decorations for a little cat wedding. Whatever. The people who were putting on this wedding must be serious about the event. And who was anyone to ruin such a joyful occasion?

Overhead speakers are hooked up, playing what sounds like a cat cover to “Marry You” by Bruno Mars on repeat. It can only be described as utterly romantic, of course.

Among the guests to arrive were the the Reptile Conundrum boys @fairydragon, Last of Us AU Mikey, Leo, Donnie, and April @thehermitwitch, as well as a very confused Reni @likablemuffin to be witnesses to the event.

Some guests bring presents too: 7 Wonders Mikey and Don @hitwiththetmnt and RTOT April and Little Leo @misshowdoyoudo eagerly bring gifts– something of which the Klunks will be sure to be most appreciative of.

Once the last of the guests file in the music dies down, the beach going silent as everyone holds their breath. Suddenly, Greyscale Mikey @broken-slime-boi and Smokey @belleyells walk down the aisle throwing out orange flower petals from baskets, before going to seats in the first row, waiting for the main event.

Soon after a wedding song starts playing (also a cat cover) over the speakers.

There’s some shuffling, and then everyone turns towards the back of the aisle. There, a one-armed turtle in a big orange dress sets down a cat – presumably one of the Klunks – who’s in a wedding dress. He appears to be crying. Pulling out a laser pointer, he slowly leads his cat up to the altar, picking the cat back up when he gets there. Again everyone turns their attention to the back of the aisle, where the other Klunk in a similar wedding dress is being set down by a turtle in an orange tux with a green tie. This cat is also led up to the altar with a laser pointer and picked up like its counterpart.

It’s then that a large turtle steps up behind them with a bowtie on – Don @clawsandpaws-creativearchive from Cabin 15 – looking ready to officiate the wedding. Don clears his throat, and everyone turns to face him. “Rrrrr. Click. Snort.” He says in turtle speak, and Smokey stands up, addressing the crowd. “Hey says that Mike and Mikey will hold their Klunks for the wedding, so they don’t kiss too early.” Then sits back down. Don did not, in fact, say that. Most at the wedding don’t know turtle speak, though. Both Mike and Mikey hold their Klunks a little closer– Mike’s Klunk pawing at his dress and Mikey’s making little mewing sounds which he attempts to shush with little success and then just gives up in favor of giving her kisses.

Don starts speaking again, all in turtle speak. Almost immediately Mike starts to sob, to which Mikey hands him over a handkerchief seemingly ready for this very moment. The Maid of Honor dabs at his eyes then blows into the cloth dramatically, then repeating the process. At the same time the Best Man fans at his eyes to keep the tears out, loudly crying: “My baby! Oh my baby is getting married!” as well as various incoherent sounds.

Both Mike and Mikey seem inconsolable. The Klunks look on curiously in their wedding dresses at their owners.

As the speech goes on the dramatics increase: at one point Mike drops to his knees, sobbing harder, and Mikey yells: “This is the end of an era!” while shaking his head and starting to sob as well. Don keeps on speaking as if nothing is the matter.

(Anyone who does know turtle speak throughout this speech would know that Don only says “Meow” in various tones that make them sound like different words. It’s fairly impressive. Most people still do not understand.)

“Click. Snort. Click.” Don ends with. Smokey stands back up, once again addressing the audience as both Mike and Mikey seem to pull themselves together. “He says ‘You may now lick the bride.’”

Mike and Mikey take their Klunks and smash their faces together. The cats seem unsure about the matter, pawing at each other until they’re pulled away. “Klunks Hamato-Splinterson everyone!” Smokey announces, and both Michelangelos hold their cats up to the crowd, followed by uproarious cheers.

The two run down the aisle, while the guests continue to cheer, showing their cats in their little wedding dresses as they go past. Eventually they run off and away, leaving everyone else. As they all start to leave, a sign points towards the other side of the beach:

😻❤️Reception this way!❤️😻

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The reception is every bit as cheerful and bright as the wedding had been. Everything was decorated in orange again – orange flower centerpieces on tables with orange tablecloths, a dance floor that was orange and green, and ribbons tied around random items with orange ribbons on them.

Once the guests had found their seats and had started eating (a variety of orange foods and drinks, of course), Mike and Mikey called everyone’s attention.

They sat on a raised platform with their own table– their Klunks in-between them and playing with cat toys in a little pen for all to see. Mikey taps his knife on his “champagne” glass, standing up along with Mike as the attention is diverted to them.

“As Best Man,” He points to himself and his very fashionable outfit, “And as Maid of Honor,” He gestures to Mike, who does a little twirl in his dress, “We have a few words we’d like to say.” One of the Klunks below hacks up a hairball in the momentary silence. Mike and Mikey don’t seem to be too concerned on the matter. “Ever since the day I gave birth to me dear Klunk–”

Mike shakes his head. “–you did not–”

“–from my own body, I knew the day may come that she would finally decide to leave the nest.” Mikey sniffles, pulling out a handkerchief from his other pocket this time to dab at his own eyes. “She was always such an independent girl, but I had hoped I could keep her close for awhile longer, ya know? But then… then Klunk met Klunk.”

Mikey scratches behind the ears of the cats as Mike continues on, “We both saw how they clicked. It was obvious from the beginning there was something special there. Not only did they start to find happiness with each other, but I was able to find my long lost twin.”

“It’s crazy how that works, isn’t it?” Mikey picks back up, Mike nodding in agreement. “Not only did they come together, but they brought us together too. I couldn't be happier to call Mike my twin-in-law.”

"It only seemed right, that the most adorable, most gentle, most-" Mike sobs, picking up where he left off in the wedding "Special little girl in the whole wide world would find an almost as adorable, gentle, and special girl to get cat married to." 

"Now hold on-"

Mike nudged Mikey with a grin, both of them smiling. “Now here we are, two months later. Mikey, I couldn’t be happier to call you my twin-in-law either. To all the days to come…” Mike holds up his glass.

“…and to all the memories we’ll make!” Mikey adds. “Cheers to Klunks Hamato-Splinterson!” They both finish at the end, taking long sips from glasses as everyone around them also shows their joy.

A few minutes later both Klunks are brought to the dancefloor, which soon gains a crowd around it for the married couple’s first dance. Setting them in the middle of the floor, both the Maid of Honor and the Best Man pull out cat toys as music starts to play.

With the start of the song, both boys move the cat toys around to the beat, making their cats follow in a slow dance. Although at first not clear, it’s easy to hear now that it is another cat cover to a song. As cats sing “Lover” by Taylor Swift, the kitties move around each other, although soon seem to forget the toys in lieu of playing with the other.

Soon enough everyone is invited to the dance floor, where a variety of cat cover songs plays well into the night.

“Thank you for coming!” Mike waves as everyone leaves, holding up his Klunk one last time.

Mikey does the same, although it's more clear on his Klunk how her dress is askew and a little tattered in some places from the newlyweds playing and dancing with each other. “And don't forget to thank all of our amazing counselors for footing the bill and offering to do clean up! This wouldn't have been possible without you!”

This truly has been a joyous occasion, and we thank everyone who came (and miss the ones who couldn't)!

Congratulations to the happy couple!

[wizardofpalmsprings]

Too bad Siobhan isn’t there to translate “In nomine patris et filii et Santo Patron”. Wouldn’t break Brennan nearly as bad as “No Day Shall Erase You From the Memory of Time” but I feel like it would still get him

[pugzman3]

That moment when he was told everything was going according to plan.

[tmcphotoblog]

In the bottom of this photo, you can see FDNY Ladder 118 crossing over the Brooklyn Bridge on their way to the World Trade Center. This is their last known photo. Every single firefighter on that truck perished just a few minutes later. We vowed to never forget. Unfortunately, so many have.

[dougielombax]

Something about the sanctifying and distortion of the memory of the 9/11 attacks and its victims by the American far-right.

Idk.

Is this anything?

Give it a few years and they’ll be making fucking stained glass art of it in churches, canonising some of the poor victims, making fucking tapestries and so on.