#backlane

[backlanebar]

[ramenheim]

HELP ANOTHER GUIDED TOUR DOWN MY BACKLANE HAS TRAPPED ME MID-YOINT.

[cliff-and-the-kid]

(Headcanon time: Extra Feels with a Side of Angst)

So we know in TFPrime, Ratchet was the 'field medic' who patched Bumblebee up after Tyger Pax and did his best on fabricating a replacement voicebox with limited resources, something he still feels guilty about however many years/centuries/whatever later on Earth.

Howsabout, we turn the screw a little deeper, and say Cliffjumper was the one who actually found Bee lying on the battlefield where Megatron dropped him, and did some frantic patch work before dragging his fellow scout off to find help?

They'd been friends before then; sometimes working on joint missions, more often training together, sharing tactics, trying out new tricks. Spending downtime hanging out, catching little stolen moments of feeling normal.

Afterwards...

Cliffjumper does his best to fill the gap while Bumblebee recovers from his repairs. He wants the younger bot to take as much time as he can, balanced against the ever-present awareness that the Autobots need every able frame they can get. It's both a relief and not when Bee rejoins the active duty roster; it's a constant battle not to flinch when Cliff hears binary beeps instead of proper words.

But they adjust, and go on, and do their best.

Until it comes time for evacuation.

There's no single, massive ship to carry the entirety of the Autobot forces to a distant world - instead, the high command splits up, small groups going in different directions, all carefully balanced in terms of who goes with who. Tactics, special operations, security, frontliner, scout, no two group members from the same specialty.

Bumblebee is assigned to go with Optimus Prime, along with Ratchet, the best medic they have, and a dependable heavyweight named Bulkhead, formerly of the Wreckers. Cliffjumper has no reason to be worried about his friend in a line-up like that, now does he?

...right.

But if he can't go with Bee, well. Cliff doesn't really want to fly off in the clear opposite direction of space, either. So. He decides to skip the evacuation instead, volunteer to stay put on Cybertron, and go looking for Autobot stragglers, maybe punch a few lingering Decepticons while he's at it.

And he can be among the first to welcome back anyone who returns.

Dumb, in hindsight, but hey, that just makes it even better with how things actually worked out, getting captured and falling in with Arcee and ending up on the same backlane planet as Bee and Prime anyhow!

And Cliff doesn't die after only three years, no, that's crazy talk-

[lascitasdelashoras]

Sirkka-Liisa Konttinen - Avondale Road backlane, 1975

[echojulietfoxtrot]

A town near me has a large male peacock living in the little backlanes for some reason, and it is the weirdest thing in the world to turn a corner to be confronted by one of those fucking things in an urban environment. Just sitting on a wheely bin, looking right back.

[elvenderelict]

greeting: @emilesmuseassembly

It was a little surreal, the vallaslin that seemed a touch too luminous, the stark white hair and the hard lines of obsidian metal. Spend too much time in Darktown and you get used to everything and everyone being a little shabby, cast in ruddy colors through the smog, but somehow this fellow was exempt from that. Tabris got hit pretty hard in that last fight — there were auras tearing color across his vision, so that could be what was making the elf seem so Maker-forsaken bright.

Tabris was sitting on a bench outside the old taproom where the arena was set up. The clamor still managed to penetrate through the limestone, filling the backlane. He realized he was squinting at a stranger in a way that made him look stupid, so he dropped his head back down and let the blood continue to drain into the handful of gauze he was pinching his nose with. Given that the elf was armed, Seysil assumed he would rather fight than bet. Herbert was his man, in that case.

“Looging for Herberd? Go righd fru the bagk door, nobody'll stob you.” His words were nasal, almost incomprehensible through the gauze, but he hiked his thumb in the appropriate direction and hoped that would be enough.

[padawansuggest]

You know, I actually forgot to tell y’all about this one. So everyone knows about The Backrooms because they turned it into a crappy game and now it’s all over the place and it started off as a creepypasta, but there is also a creepypasta based off of this called The Backroads which is about getting stuck in a wide maze of the world where the car is really the only way to survive. I based this fic off that one. It’s gonna have a lot of deeper elements in it, but to start it off, Jaster Mereel and his crew get stuck in the Backlanes, a sort of web in the cracks of the universe, and frankly, they’re not that far into it all yet. It gets deeper, and most people aren’t willing to go that far. They eventually find small boy Obi-Wan who was taken by slavers who were supposed to delivery him to someone and ended up in the Backlanes too.

Anyways. It’s actually gonna have a lot of levels to the cracks of the universe they’re in. Some people call it the universal labyrinth. But the overall gist is sorta… dark. It’s not a good place and I’m trying to show that and everyone there is In A Bad Place when they ended up there. It’s just. Not a nice place.

This isn’t about that though. This is about looking deeper at the darkness and wondering how you can fix and help it thrive. I write hurt/comfort. They’re stuck in the hurt but I’m trying to find ways to give them the comfort. Also lesbians and single parents who love their babies. Also Mandos adopting Obi. Lots of good shit and please mind the tags. The really tell a lot about what’s gonna be involved in case you wanna avoid some things.

[alchemisland]

Maskless bastard

Going pale  Face a grey alien’s Always outspoken  Hallways smokeful  Always out toking in backlanes  Bad draft, lighter flame straining  To stay awake in winds xanax strength  Perchance to dream I never dream  I always sleep but kief dulls reverie  At least memory thereof  I spend my everypenny on a trackie from Elverys  Shouting hippie at bellbottomed teens Still giving the popo…

[backlanebar]

Taco Tuesday - $5 TACOS | Mooloolaba

Get ready for an exciting Taco Tuesday at Backlane Bar and Street Food! Enjoy $5 Tacos (classic beef to veggie), $14.90 Nachos, $14.90 Margaritas, and $24.90 Bucket of 4 Coronas. Bring friends for a flavor-packed fiesta! See you there!

[cmajorpotato]

Ok i have an idea

How about backlane badminton

[pirate-writes]

𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝟷𝟷 𝚙𝚝.𝟷 - 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎

The day began overcast and murky, the weather a reflection of the feelings that every man and woman had while bustling through the city below - the underground community of mages and fare alike passing through the city like shadows, unseen by pure humans as they went about their day.
News of the trial had spread far and wide within the magical community. Trials were common that is true - every form of society in the world magical or no had criminals, but the trial today within the ministry was of a crime so cruel many people didn’t care to think of it. But like gossiping crows the news spread far in the weeks leading up to the events of today so by the time the day of trial arrived it was thought a hush had fallen across the community, people kept to themselves and didn’t stop to converse in the streets and backlanes of the hidden magical London.


Beneath the pavements and roads of ‘London Above’ it was a sombre atmosphere in the ministry today as events like this hadn’t been witnessed in for a couple of centuries - not since the last mage war, which the community were still trying to recover from. Magical agencies around the globe were thrown by the actions of the crime committed by the witch on trial today.
Everyone was on edge, who’s fault can only be due to the case of the days events, “the trial of the ages of betrayal”, it had been labeled as by one of the magical tabloids.


The bells tolled with chimes to signify the beginning of the trial, the ringing echoing throughout the high ceilinged rooms and long halls of the British ministry - Nox who was already in formation at its point with the minister on the way to the courtroom gave a soft sigh and shook his head faintly.
“Are you quite alright Not?” The voice of the minister echoed lightly through the private halls to the courtroom as the only other noises was the clicking of boots on the tiled floor and the subtle swooshing of cloaks. The action which he thought had gone unseen had been clearly spotted by the minister behind him. 
“Always astute Madam Minister.” He inclined his head as he kept his gaze forward while speaking, “I’m quite fine. It’s just the subject of today’s trial Ma’am.” He kept his answer short, but inside his emotions were churning. 

There was a pause after he spoke, and Nox was wondering if the minister was in fact going to reply to him but then after a moment she spoke once more, with a much softer tone. “Ah yes… I remember.. your parents, I did see it in your file.. my apologies Nox. If you need to take some time to yourself during or after the trial, you may do so.
Not shook his head, before stopping at the large ornate double doors that connected the minister’s private hallways to the courtroom. “thank you ma’am, but I’ll be fine. My mother was a monster, as is today’s accused.”


“Very well, proceed.”

Nox took out his wand and drew a rune upon the door, and hearing the mechanism inside click and clunk, two of the Minister’s guards, also known as ‘Spectres’ stepped around Nox where he stood to push the doors open as from the other side of the door the party could hear the speaker of the house introducing the minster to the courtroom as well as the public balconies.
The doors were pulled open and Nox stepped to the side in order for the the Minister to walk out into the courtroom, along the balustrade and to the central seat amidst the long table consisting of the member of the British council of mages.

Nox stepped out following the minister a few second later, but as he was not minister or a council mage he didn’t step up onto the tiered seats to join her. Instead he glanced to the two spectres who had opened the doors - they were closed now and they stood each in front of one of them. He nodded to them and they nodded back before he moved his way down into the pews sitting on one of the top empty spaces, close to the stairs and to the minister if anything were to go awry.

Not much was known about Ace Mages in any case, but for a regular powered mage to take an Ace’s power for their own and to command it through their body and not have the power kill them. This truly was a first for the history books so anything could happen. Nox slipped his wand out from his under arm holster and held it ready in his hands to act at the slightest sign of trouble.

With the trial proceeding, his thoughts went to that of his late mother, and how everyone had told him since he was a young boy, and after spectres had come to his house to take his mother and father’s bodies away that it was a truly heartless thing for her to have done. _“What was she thinking? She shouldn’t have tried to take his power too you know, greedy spiteful woman your mother.. if she hadn’t have acted so senselessly, you might still have one of your parents boy.”_ the words from decades ago echoed in his head - his mother apparently had found a formula in an old tome, attempting to commit the same blasphemous act as the woman on trial today.
But while Nox was young and naive at the time, he wasn’t stupid. He knew that his mother was a gentle soul, kind of heart, and wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone. Especially his father, she _loved_ him.

[bvnga]

mana nak buat sample, mana nak buat counter, mana nak buat cashier. lepas tu after lunch crowd dah bersurai, kena buat backlane pulak. saya sorang kena buat. tapi nasib baik kawan kerja tolong(dia pun multitask, jaga cashier & buat backlane), kalau tak mesti lagi teruk demam saya.

[hydralisk98]

Grand Strategy Manifesto (16^12 article-thread ‘0x1A/?)

Broken down many times yet still unyielding in their vision quest, Nil Blackhand oversees the reality simulations & keep on fighting back against entropy, a race against time itself...

So yeah, better embody what I seek in life and make real whatever I so desire now.

Anyways, I am looking forward to these... things in whatever order & manner they may come:

Female biological sex / gender identity

Ambidextrous

ASD & lessened ADD

Shoshona (black angora housecat)

Ava (synthetic-tier android ENFP social assistance peer)

Social context

Past revision into successful university doctorate graduation as historian & GLOSS data archivist / curator

Actual group of close friends (tech lab peers) with collaborative & emotionally empathetic bonds (said group large enough to balance absences out)

Mutually inclusive, empowering & humanely understanding family

Meta-physics / philosophy community (scientific empiricism)

Magicks / witch coven (religious, esoteric & spirituality needs)

TTRPGs & arcade gaming groups

Amateur radio / hobbyist tinkerers community (technical literacy)

Political allies, peers & mutual assistance on my way to the Progressives party (Harmony, Sustainability, Progress) objectives' fulfillment

Local cooperative / commune organization (probably something like Pflaumen, GLOSS Foundation & Utalics combined)

Manifesting profound changes in global & regional politics in a insightful & constructive direction to lead the world in a brighter direction fast & well;

?

Bookstore

Physical medium preservation

Video rental shop

Public libraries

Public archives

Shopping malls

Retro-computing living museum

Superpowers & feats

Hyper-competence

Photographic memory

600 years lifecycle with insightful & constructive historical impact for the better

Chronokinesis

True Polymorph morphology & dedicated morphological rights legality (identity card)

Multilingualism (Shoshoni, French, English, German, Hungarian, Atikamekw / Cree, Innu / Huron...)

Possessions

Exclusively copyleft-libre private home lab + VLSI workshop

Copyleft libre biomods

Copyleft libre cyberware

Privacy-respecting wholly-owned home residence / domain

Privacy-respecting personal electric car (I do like it looking retro & distinct/unique but whatever fits my fancy needs is fine)

Miyoo Mini+ Plus (specifically operating OnionOS) & its accessories

BeagleboneY-AI

BeagleV-Fire

RC2014 Mini II -> Mini II CP/M Upgrade -> Backlane Pro -> SIO/2 Serial Module (for Pro Tier) -> 512k ROM 512k RAM Module + DS1302 Real Time Clock Module (for ZED Tier) -> Why Em-Ulator Sound Module + IDE Hard Drive Module + RP2040 VGA Terminal + ESP8266 Wifi + Micro SD Card Module + CH375 USB Storage + SID-Ulator Sound Module -> SC709 RCBus-80pin Backplane Kit -> MG014 Parallel Port Interface + MG011 PseudoRandomNumberGen + MG003 32k Non-Volatile RAM + MG016 Morse Receiver + MG015 Morse Transmitter + MG012 Programmable I/O + "MSX Cassette + USB" Module + "MSX Cartridge Slot Extension" + "MSX Keyboard" -> Prototype PCBs

Intersil 6100/6120 System ( SBC6120-RBC? )

Pinephone Beta Edition Convergence Package (Nimrud replacement)

TUXEDO Stellaris Slim 15 Gen 6 AMD laptop (Nineveh replacement)

TUXEDO Atlas X - Gen 1 AMD desktop workstation (Ashur replacement)

SSD upgrade for Ashur build (~4-6TB SSD)

LTO Storage

NAS RAID6 48TB capacity with double parity (4x12TB for storage proper & 2x12TB for double parity)

Apple iMac M3-Max CPU+GPU 24GB RAM MagicMouse+Trackpad & their relevant accessories (to port Asahi Linux, Haiku & more sidestream indie-r OSes towards… with full legal permission rights)

Projects

OpenPOWER Microwatt

SPARC Voyager

IBM LinuxOne Mainframe?

Sanyo 3DO TRY

SEGA Dreamcast with VMUs

TurboGrafx 16?

Atari Jaguar CD

Nuon (game console)

SEGA's SG-1000 & SC-3000?

SEGA MasterSystem?

SEGA GameGear?

Casio Loopy

Neo Geo CD?

TurboExpress

LaserActive? LaserDisc deck?

45rpm autoplay mini vinyl records player

DECmate III with dedicated disk drive unit?

R2E Micral Portal?

Sinclair QL?

Xerox Daybreak?

DEC Alpha AXP Turbochannel?

DEC Alpha latest generation PCI/e?

PDP8 peripherals (including XY plotter printer, hard-copy radio-teletypes & vector touchscreen terminal);

?

[artofthemystic]

RECOOKED SERENADE by Otto Rapp Via Flickr: Deep Dream Text2Dream creation deepdreamgenerator.com/ Recooking a result that started originally with my analog drawing 'Backlane Serenade' as the seed image. PROMPT: Detailed (drawing by artist Otto Rapp 1.5) at the Cryptid Taxidermy Museum in post apocalyptic Wonderland, in heaven everything is fine by lady in the radiator and brothers quay, drawing by H.R. Giger, by Giuseppe Arcimboldo, Hieronymus Bosch, Alphonse Mucha, intricately detailed, hyperrealism, fantasy, Bogomils Universe

[bianca-alexander88]

Last night, I had a dream I was at a moderately sized house party full of close friends and welcome strangers, something like a casual holiday party in someone’s home. The house changes many times throughout the dream. In the beginning, myself and the other party guests are getting ready to head home as it is late — about 4:00am. The house becomes my current home on Edderton Avenue and we are all looking out the front windows when we see a large white van speed down Rockman (which runs perpendicular to our street) for about the length of a city block, only to make a sudden, sharp, 90 degree turn left straight into the side of the shabby white house on the corner. The van is totalled on impact and, instantly, three psycho murderous clowns leap forth from the flames; the clowns stand approximately nine feet tall, are lanky but wide and have six inch jagged teeth protruding from their sinister grins.

As they begin racing towards our house, we collectively sense that the clowns are coming to kill us all. Everyone scrambles to find a place to hide within the house — there is no way to get out of the house, it is like a sealed vault of doom. People hide everywhere: under the bed, the pantry, inside the walls, but some are just too slow and, as I turn to see the clowns burst through the front door, they throw an ice pike, striking a brunette girl directly in the forehead and pinning her against the wall, gushing blood and dying instantly. I scramble for the safe, but decide that since there is no way out the safe either - it may as well be it’s own coffin. Then I find a panic room, and turn to close the door behind me, only to be confronted by a sinister clown. He points a gun at my forehead to shoot me, but is unexpectedly shot in the head from behind by another clown, who then proceeds to shoot himself in the head — utter chaos, no reason, only death. I alone am safe, surrounded by the carnage that are the massacred bodies of all the other guests. 

Suddenly, I am driving with Maxine, Hely and Brian Curry in my high school Festiva, a tiny white “clown car,” towards my Nan’s house which is located in a lower middle class suburb of types. As we drive down the backlane, I am relying the wild story of my clown dream to my friends…. and Brian, who chimes in that, of course I wouldn’t have gotten into the safe, it may as well have been it’s own coffin, restating my own thoughts in my previous dream verbatim. I have de ja vu in my dream. As we approach my Nan’s house, I notice it backs onto a fenced in dog park through which a large St Bernard dog leaps and bounds, playing fetch. I smile. We walk into my Nan’s house, a side by side, and up the stairs, I hug her and tell her about the dream.

Suddenly, I am in the dark ceiling of a busy establishment. I know I need to follow the wobbly scaffolding I am on towards an attic folding style ladder to get down. I crawl on my hands and knees through thick dust and debris to reach the ladder. I lower myself down face forward, only to see Hely’s surprised smile at the bottom. We are in Sushi Ya on Corydon, and I have come out of the ceiling right to the front door.  Sushi Ya is packed; patrons create a steady buzz of conversation, busy staff run about in a panic and the sushi chef glares at me. I walk out with Hely and her boyfriend out onto Corydon and we begin to walk down towards our old place on McMillan. I begin relying the story of my overlapped dreams, much to Hely’s dismay as she is sensitive to horror stories (particularly the dream within a dream narrative). As we walk, we pass by a variety of ethnic food stores and are badgered by pushy sales people, eager to sell us goods. 

I continue on with the story and as we walk, somehow we find ourselves in the University of Winnipeg’s gym locker room. Hely’s boyfriend is now gone, she and I find ourselves locked in this seemingly inescapable never ending change rooms. As we push through the exit door, it takes us right back through the entrance door. We gasp for breath, running for what seems like forever, until we hear a menacing laugh — the clowns emerge from around the corner, and we are trapped — doom is eminent. I wake.

(November 3, 2014)

[noneuclideangarf]

so there's a toilet in my backlane