#Route 17

[thebahamaatlas]

Route #17 Bus Route - Nassau, Bahamas

Route 17 jitney route. This route starts downtown and extends to western New Providence. This map is useful for visitors seeking local landmarks and supermarkets. It is also useful for visitors looking to travel to the eastern end of the island.

Stops: Fox Hill Road/Joe Farrington road/Golf Course Boulevard/Beatrice Avenue/Prince Charles Drive/St. Michael Road/soldier Road/Old Trail Road/Robinson Road/Marathon Road/Wulff Road/Jerome Avenue/Pyfrom Road/Mackey Street/Rosetta Street/Collins Avenue/Shirley Street/East Street/East Hill Street Depot/Market Street/Duke Street/Cumberland Street/Navy Lion Road/Bay Street/Village Road/Prince Charles Drive/Fox Hill Road

Downtown New Providence offers a variety of activities and attractions for visitors. Some things to do downtown Nassau include: - Visit the Straw Market - Walk along Bay Street (contains duty-free shops, boutiques and local vendors) -  Explore historic sites: Government House, Fort Charlotte and Fort Fincastle. - Visit the National Art Gallery - Explore the Pirates of Nassau - Enjoy local cuisine - Tour Parliament Square and the Supreme Court

Central New Providence contains local eateries, local beaches and supermarkets. - Go to South Beach - Visit local markets - Local Services (Convenience Stores, Gas Stations etc.) - Visit Local mall: Marathon Mall

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[leafyeyes417]

Danny is glad he actually made a plan for once. Jazz had been on his back about telling their parents he was Phantom, and he had managed to convince her he had a plan. The only thing that would extend how long it took was the frequency of ghost attacks.

He generally didn’t have much free time, so luckily Clockwork was willing to put him in a time bubble so he could get stuff done, like get enough sleep. But mostly he was training. Sometimes with Wulf to make portals, but other ghosts had come by too.

The power that was giving him the most trouble, and that he needed most for his plan was duplication. It took forever and he still couldn’t have more than 3 versions of himself at one time. How Vlad managed so many he had no idea.

Anyway back to his plan. He got all his stuff that he couldn’t afford to lose hidden away, got copies of all his parents blueprints and files, replaced items that he didn’t feel comfortable letting them keep if worse case scenario came, and a few more miscellaneous things.

He decided not to tell Sam and Tucker what he was doing. Though he did give them a mysterious file that they weren’t able to open yet. It would lead them to him later. But he needed their reactions to be legitimate, even if he hated having to potentially distress them for a bit.

He then sent his duplicate in his place back home while he went to the Ghost Zone to keep learning and keep an eye on things. Hopefully things went well, but he planned to spend a full living realm month here just in case his parents faked taking it well.

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It did not go well. About two weeks after his duplicate told his parents they knocked him out and buried him in a ghost proof coffin. Was he glad he wouldn’t have to experience his worse fears as a lab experiment? Yes. Was he still going to have nightmares of being trapped underground unable to escape? Also yes.

He was glad it was his duplicate though. It was easy for him to undo from a distance and since they had been connected he still had all the memories. He typed in the code for the file he gave his friends before he left. Time to go to Gotham, the one place he was able to wheedle out of Clockwork would be best for him.

[mariocki]

RIP Christopher Benjamin (27.12.1934 - 15.1.2025)

"That was another reason, in a way, that I decided to give [stage acting] up, because I was getting a bit - a bit dicey with the lines. People sort of wrote down, quite often, the things I said... instead of the things I should have said. They were known as my bloopers: 'Benjamin bloopers'. Some of my inventions were very good, I must admit. My feeling was, if I dried, I had to say something - and so that something was something that amused the rest of the cast considerably, quite often."

[autismjester]

via to stolas: you LEFT me for that ASSHOLE

blitz 5 minutes earlier: can’t wait to adopt a second daughter ❤️❤️❤️ yay

[the-writing-mobster]

Because I constantly get hate for WDYW Chapter 49,

(I get it, it's polarizing) allow me to like,,, explain why I went with the plot point? I don't really owe anyone an explanation, and literally fuck any of my haters, they're ants, but I think my readers/people who actually like my writing would like to know the lore behind my choices.

So, context, in chapter 49, Frisk is drugged into obedience by Muffet and Muffet, being the money hungry cunt that she is, sells Frisk's body on the black market. It's a really uncomfortable concept, and when it happened it caused a lot of readers to drop the fic or rant at me in the comments, talk shit about my fic in private forums behind my back, or even imply a bunch of horrible things about me as a person lmao.

So why did I decide to go with this plot?

Well, for one, it all stems from two books: The Hunger Games, Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins and the Empress by S.J Kincaid.

In both of these books, there is a pivotal character who is drugged, manipulated and used for political gain by a dastardly authority figure. In The Empress, this plot point was ESPECIALLY devastating, because it completely changed and corrupted the character into a horrific shell of their old self to where they were actively antagonistic and irredeemable!

This plot device has intrigued and fascinated me ever since. Drugging a protagonist to make them wholly dependent on their abuser/villain, manipulating them, having them at rock bottom is, in my opinion, one of the worst things that can happen to a character... And seeing how the character can overcome it is the greatest triumph!

Ever since reading these books, this plot device has buzzed in the back of my mind and there is a part of me that always tries to recreate it, but I can never come close to perfecting it.

Either I always miss on the addiction part of the manipulation, or I can never commit truly to character corruption. Either way, the closest I've ever gotten to scratching this itch has been in WDYW part 3, but even then, I barely came close to getting it right.

My second reason for choosing the route; In WDYW, Frisk's whole arc is about having control over her own agency/autonomy/fate. What happens to her in Part 3 is the culmination of everything she's ran away from, fought against, and her greatest nightmare come to life. It was the lowest point I could bring her character, and make her face her past demons in a horrifically evil way. But my plan had obviously been that despite all of the torture she survives, that she not only survives but fucking WINS!

That was the whole point, but when I wrote it I was like,,, 17/18 😅, so there was definitely things I wasn't as graceful about.

With that said, would I change anything? Yes. If I could change anything I wrote about part 3, I would do a couple things:

1. Take out that obedience spell Muffet puts on Frisk. The reason I made that was because it was like a catch all spell to keep Frisk in Muffets clutches? But it was pretty OP and seemed like a hand wavey excuse to brush aside plot holes. I should've just simplified the spell to where she was simply tethered to Muffet's soul so Sans couldn't kill Muffet, or teleport Frisk away.

2. Frisk's "obedience" to Muffet should've been entirely addiction based, which would make the plot point of Frisk using determination to burn out her addiction in Part 4, and then eventually Determination becomes the addiction instead, (because overcoming addiction is really fucking hard actually and a constant struggle) a lot stronger.

3. I would probably be much more careful with my word choice in chapter 49. Some of it comes off as sexualization. Not my intention, but it was because I was writing in the creepy photographer's pov and he was objectifying her. In my head I was like, "surely people can read between the lines right???" (They can't. Only a select few fanfic readers have media literacy apparently)

So, TLDR, No chapter 49 was not some author's barely disguised fetish (that's honestly a really gross way to think about my writing and about me as a person) it was my genuine worst nightmare as a woman, and one of my favorite plot devices from two of my favorite books 😭 Please lay off me about chapter 49, and Part 3.

Last but not least... Some art is meant to disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed.

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[marklikely]

a mechanic that takes the walking out of a pathologic game is so unbelievably fucked. would you cut off a butterflys wings too?

[aishangotome]

Ellis Twilight: Chapter 17

Chapter 16

Ellis's father––Matthew, after taking in our abrupt request, urged us to sit down on the pews.

His gaze and every gesture exuded a sense of calmness and wisdom.

At the same time, the deep wrinkles etched on his sorrow-filled face were strikingly impressive.

Matthew: ...It's been a long time since anyone came to ask me about them.

Matthew: Back then, the police and everyone in town asked me all sorts of questions.

His voice was quiet, as if the surging emotions had already faded.

Matthew: So, could you tell me why you're here?

Roger: ...We know your son. The one who's alive.

Matthew: ...! As I thought...

Matthew: Is he... doing well?

For the first time, something resembling emotion surfaced in Matthew's voice, and the moment I heard it, my heart ached.

Just those few words told me that Ellis and Matthew had been unaware of each other's existence, even whether they were alive or dead, all this time.

Kate: Ellis is doing well. He's in London now.

Matthew: Is that so... Haha, how ironic.

Matthew: I couldn't even bring myself to search for him, yet I feel relieved to know he's safe.

His smiling face overflowed with love for Ellis.

(We came here to ask about Ellis,)

(But I'm glad we could tell Matthew about him...)

As Matthew let out a breath to compose himself, Roger leaned forward.

Roger: We came here to understand those circumstances.

Roger: He's suffering from some kind of illness that I've been researching for many years.

Matthew: Illness...?

Roger: I suffer from the same illness. And those who suffer from this illness...

Roger: ...commit sins as if it's predetermined.

(...Is it okay to say that much?)

My heart skipped a beat at Roger's words, cutting right to the core of the matter.

But his profile was utterly serious... and I decided not to interrupt.

(Roger isn't here as a member of "Crown.")

I could see his determination to obtain information, even if it meant pushing the boundaries of confidentiality.

(Roger's motive for researching the "cursed"...)

(It might not be out of loyalty to Crown or Her Majesty.)

(It might stem from something more fundamental within him.)

With those thoughts in mind, I shifted my gaze to Matthew.

Matthew: ...Sin...

Perhaps this was Roger's intention all along –– Matthew's expression changed at the mention of the word "sin."

Roger: Was it Ellis who disappeared from this village twelve years ago, as reported in the newspapers?

Matthew: ...Yes.

Roger: Did he leave here... because he committed some kind of sin?

After a long silence, like diving into the depths of old memories, like forcing open a rusty lock... Matthew slowly opened his mouth.

Matthew: What do you intend to do with him, knowing that?

Roger: I have no intention of doing anything to Ellis himself. I simply want to use this for my research on the illness.

Matthew: ...And you, miss?

Kate: I...

(I came here––)

Kate: I want to use this as a clue to find Ellis's own happiness.

I said that not just to reassure Matthew.

I wanted someone to hear my feelings, which I could no longer deny.

Matthew: ...You care for him, don't you?

There wasn't a shred of hesitation in his quiet question.

Kate: ––Yes.

Matthew gazed at me as I nodded, and for a moment, his eyes softened as if with a glimmer of light.

Matthew: ...I've never told anyone the truth about that day.

Matthew: Not the police, not anyone.

Matthew's hands, clasped together as if in prayer, were trembling, despite his calm expression.

Matthew: It's my fault. That he left here.

Roger: ...What do you mean?

Matthew: It was a clear, sunny day.

Matthew: When he came back, pushing his brother's body in a wheelchair––

Vivid blood gushed out from the twelve-year-old wound.

––Along with the poison and the truth.

Ellis's older brother had become quite mentally ill due to his injury.

Ellis tried to make his brother laugh from morning till night, every day.

But––on the day Ellis took his brother out in the handmade wheelchair he had painstakingly crafted...

When Ellis returned after the sun had completely set, his older brother... was lifeless in the wheelchair, his hands clasped neatly on his chest as if he were in a coffin.

––The cause of death was a single stab wound to the chest with a fruit knife.

Matthew: When I asked, "Did you kill him?" Ellis laughed and nodded.

Kate: ...!

(Laughed––)

Matthew: I... was so distraught––I told him that only a devil would laugh after killing someone.

Matthew: I didn't even listen to him, I just demanded he confess his sin.

Matthew: I tried to drag him from the house to bring him to this church...

Matthew: ...He broke free from my grasp, and... left us.

Roger: Then why did he kill him? What was the reason?

Matthew shook his head weakly.

Matthew: ...He disappeared without telling me anything, and that was that.

My ears were ringing.

(He... killed his brother.)

*flashback*

Jude: Well, I hear he's only killed one person at the peak of their happiness in the past.

*flashback over*

(Could that one person be––Ellis's twin brother...?)

Matthew: Only he knows what happened during that twilight hour...

Matthew covered his face with both hands.

Matthew: That is all I know.

His strained voice brought my consciousness back to reality.

Kate: ...Thank you for telling us.

I sincerely thanked him for sharing such a painful memory with us, despite having just met.

Roger: I have no intention of leaking this to the police or the press. Rest assured.

Matthew: ...If I were worried about that, I wouldn't be telling you.

Matthew smiled, a sad smile etched with deep sorrow.

(As I thought... his eyes resemble Ellis's just a little.)

The smile he gave us as we parted stirred an indescribable feeling in my chest––.

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When we stepped outside the church, the last glimmer of the sun was being swallowed by the horizon.

In the suddenly darkened scenery, a red cigarette ember glowed.

Roger: Are you sure you didn't want to hear it?

Jude: I don't care 'bout his past or his curse.

Jude: I can't be bothered with what's goin' on in his crazy head.

Jude: So? Did the princess, who wants ta know everything 'bout his crazy head, get the information she wanted?

Kate: ...I found a clue.

Jude: What's that? Sounds vague.

Kate: I'll ask Ellis directly... about the most important thing, his feelings.

(I have to ask Ellis himself what he's thinking and feeling.)

(I don't know if he'll answer, but...)

Jude: Ha, what's that? Was there even a point in comin' here?

Roger: I think there was.

Roger: If you asked him without knowing anything, he'd probably dodge the question, just like he did with me.

Roger: But if you show him you know what's going on, it might be a different story, right?

Ellis's emotions and desires are a secret.

Hoping that the piece of Ellis's past I had just grasped would be the key to opening the lid of that secret box... I set off on the return trip to London with the two of them.

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The journey there and back was far too long for just one night's stay, and after a few days of travel, we finally arrived back at Crown Castle.

(Now that I'm about to face him, I'm getting nervous...)

My heart tightened as I recalled the last time I parted ways with Ellis.

(He said, "Give me some time," back then.)

(It's been a few days since then, but...)

(Will he tell me he doesn't want to see me yet?)

Liam: Ah, Kate, welcome back!

Mustering my courage, I opened the dining hall door, and inside, Liam and Harrison were having breakfast.

Harrison raised his eyebrows with a pitying look when he saw me sandwiched between Roger and Jude.

Harrison: Whoa, you actually went with those two...?

Roger: I'll have you know, I didn't lay a finger on her.

Roger: I wouldn't want to be stabbed in the back later, so I'll just say that much.

Even as he said that, Roger casually patted my head.

Liam: Stabbed? By who?

Roger: Well, by Ellis or Jude, of course.

Jude: Why am I included?

Roger: Because you're an excellent bodyguard who even took time off from work to come along.

Harrison: Ah, that surprised me too.

Roger: With a capable subordinate and a cute little robin in trouble...

Roger: Even a cold-blooded man like you would want to help them out, right?

Jude: Tch....That's disgustin'. As if.

Jude grimaced in disgust.

As for me... I was restlessly searching for someone who wasn't in the dining hall, so much so that I couldn't even hear their conversation.

Kate: Has Ellis... finished eating already?

Liam: No, not yet.

Liam: Speaking of which, Ellis has been going to work early in the morning and coming back late at night.

Liam: He's barely eaten at the castle lately. I wonder if he's eating properly outside?

(Eh...)

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Chapter 18

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[teenvue-with-vickivale]

New Batburger menu just dropped!!! Don't miss their limited items!!!

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

... I just realized why one of the intimacy check specifically gave me a perfume bottle from Alfons.

The fuxking b-!

[rabbitcruiser]

The 1959 Hebgen Lake earthquake (also known as the 1959 Yellowstone earthquake) occurred in the western United States on August 17 at 11:37 pm (MST) in southwestern Montana.

The earthquake measured 7.2 on the moment magnitude scale, caused a huge landslide, resulted in over 28 fatalities and left $11 million (equivalent to $115 million in 2023) in damage. The slide blocked the flow of the Madison River, resulting in the creation of Quake Lake. Significant effects of the earthquake were also felt in nearby Idaho and Wyoming, and lesser effects as far away as Puerto Rico and Hawaii.

The 1959 quake was the strongest and deadliest earthquake to hit Montana, the second being the 1935–36 Helena earthquakes that left four people dead. It also caused the worst landslides in the northwestern United States since 1927.

[thepandalion]

help I'm going insane over deltarune and Undertale stuff again

[septic-skele]

Whumptober Day 17: "We had a good run."

“Papyrus, do you want anything?”

“I want you to get up, you lazy bag of bones! There’s fresh spaghetti waiting for you, piping hot, expertly prepared and plated by the Great Papyrus, if you were to need any further motivation!”

The thought of tomato sauce only made Sans more acutely aware of the red, gluey, metallic warmth filling his chest and throat. He gulped, gurgled roughly against it, but his next words couldn’t slug through to the surface.

We had a good run for a while there…

“Nyeheh! Don’t be ridiculous, brother. You haven’t run a day in your life!”

[funkinmadnesss]

Mason's been through alot </3

Alt below cut:

[ryp3004]

So @hssprimefan asked about Ryanne's bio dad so I decided to put it here instead of reblogging that one post!

Michael was an okay guy. He was an athlete, he had good grades, his dad was an electrician and his mom was a secretary. Michael was the 6th kid of 7. His older siblings were awesome. 1 is a doctor, 2 works with dad, 3 is a dentist, 4 is a pilot, 5 is a lawyer, and 7 is some kind of genius. Michael doesn't know, he tries to keep his head down. Stay focused on the now. But he catches his Dad looking at him sometimes. Hears him when they think he's not listening. "The boy has no direction. No discipline. He's so different from the other kids... I just don't know where we went wrong."

Oh.

He... He didn't know they thought about him like that. That... That explains a lot.

Well, how is he supposed to live up to the others?

They've all got big fancy houses, drive nice fancy cars, have their own fancy families and still find time to send money home.

What's the point of trying?

When he's 15 he meets this girl, Becca. Becca's awesome. She doesn't give a shit what people think of her. She tells Michael that she's gonna direct movies. Like Stanley Kubric. Becca has a clockwork orange tattoo on her hip. "It's my favorite movie." Becca tells him with sparkling eyes. "The storyline, the camera angles, the sound mixing... It's all amazing! I want to make people feel like that one day... Pure awe!" And Michael believes her because Becca is incredible. She's so incredible, it was only a matter of time before he fell for her.

They've been together for a year when Becca sits him down.

"I'm pregnant."

...

Oh...

"I took the test earlier. I'm not sure how far along I am... I haven't told my parents yet."

Lucille and Adam Prince are going to kill him. Right after his parents kill him. Maybe before his siblings kill him., but Michael's not to sure.

"are you sure?" He asks softly, disbelieving. Becca nods and hands him four positive tests.

His parents already have grandchildren. 9, if he remembers right. This won't be as bad as he thinks... They'll tell him everything will be okay and that this is just one of those things, right?

They gave him an ultimatum.

Either break up with Becca and go to college and forget all about this or he's getting kicked out and cut off.

"God, Michael, I can't believe you! How could you be so irresponsible!?" His dad screams at him, shoving him out the door. "Go fix this, or you're out!" He can hear his mom pleading with his Dad, telling him that he's just a boy, he didn't know any better, they can fix this!

And Michael is scared. This is the first time in a long time Michael has been terrified. This wasn't what his life was supposed to be, he was supposed to go to college, get a good job, meet a nice girl, and settle down in a suburban neighborhood. Not... Becca. Not... Whatever's in her stomach.

So he makes his choice. Becca curses him out, slaps him so hard he can feel where her rings cut his cheek. But that's fine. He promises her he'll send her money to help out, but that's it. He doesn't want to know any more than that. And Becca tells him to go fuck himself as he gets in his car.

It'll be okay... Becca's strong, her parents are strong, her family will be fine.

Eight months later he gets a letter in the mail while he's packing up to go to University of Michigan. It's a photograph of a baby girl. HIS baby girl. Ryanne... He tests the name on his tongue and he can't stop saying it. That's his baby, he should be there with Becca, he needs to go to... Where? Becca said she doesn't want to see him... Said that he was nothing to her. This was just a courtesy. It should be just a blip in his radar.

Next year he gets another post card. Ryanne has his curls. She has his eyes. His mole. He puts the picture on his desk and when his roommate asks he says it's his little sister.

Every year he gets another post card. He graduates when Ryanne is 4. He gets a job at an architectural firm when she's 6. He starts getting his buildings built when she's 7. She's 10 when he finally decides to write her a letter. He tells her who he is. He tells her that he's sorry. He tells her that he's so proud of who she's become. He tells her to say hi to becca for him. He tells her that she doesn't have to respond.

But she does.

She writes him a letter.

She says she's not sure about Dad, but Mike seems nice enough and that she'd like to get to write him sometimes if that's okay.

She sends him a picture she took with a pumpkin she carved.

Michael gets 5 copies of the photo to put everywhere. One on his desk, one in his office, one in his car, one in his wallet, and one in his hallway.

He tells people that's his pumpkin when they ask.

That's his daughter, Ryanne.

She tells him about Becca and her new husband Tom. And Michael is so happy for her. So happy that she found someone who could do what he couldn't.

When Ryanne is 11 she invites him to her birthday party. It's just gonna be mom and dad, but it'd be cool if Mike was there, too :).

Michael takes off the weekend and buys her every flavor cupcake in the bakery.

Ryanne liked the ones that had pumpkins on the wrapper.

Becca took a picture of them together.

Michael makes as many copies as he can. One for every desk he owns. Every room in his house. Every wallet he buys or will buy.

When Ryanne gets a phone they start texting every so often.

He takes her on a week long vacation every summer.

He loves his daughter, and even though Ryanne doesn't call him Dad, he's happy to be Mike.

[maddafuchagurl]

Hyun and Candy visited these nature wonders during an exciting day full of adventure!

[torchickentacos]

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