#causal loop

[starfightervicki]

Tweaking the ending a bit:

it's a time loop

sell time machine

woman buys it

[pitch-and-moan]

Recursive Laces

A time traveler, realizing the importance of idiotically simple ideas on the future, sets out to shape his reality by carefully inserting simple ideas into earlier eras. But while he can account for generally where an idea first took hold, things like saddles and stirrups are so ubiquitous over millennia require some trial and error to figure out when precisely to introduce them. He figures it has to be after widespread adoption of certain things (saddles have to come after the domestication of horses, for example) but finding the right person to drop an idea on and when becomes a matter of some effort. He decides to start with a seemingly obvious idea: boot straps. Most of the film is him going back in time to prevent himself from trying to give boot straps to someone who hasn't yet come up with boots, or after the invention of boots but before they're commonly used.

[eyefocusing]

optimus trying to hug his stressed out sonboy who is way taller than him is one of those things that keeps bouncing around in my head. i dont think either of them would be quite sure what to do

[fuckyeahisawthat]

[walks up to a couple] so which one of you is the "used the technology I promised you I'd destroy to save your life instead, now I'm here to kill you because I told your future self I would and I'm not gonna break a promise to you again" and which one is the "time traveled to grandfather-paradox myself into the defining event of your childhood thus directing the entire course of your life toward meeting me"

[the-richie]

I can’t stop laughing at the new context for that look she’s giving the camera

[anthyies]

[forged-in-stardust]

what is your opinion on carnitas

>>> Yeah, I love those!

>>> Also what's carnitas

[auroroboros1]

then just copy paste them into the current reality. create a causal loop.

maybe it’s time to go to sleep

[tropiyas]

I fall into the Interstellar Tesserract and use gravity to jerk myself off in the past

[shame-kink]

Realized that my daydreams about retrieving Solanum from the Quantum Moon play out shockingly (hell, poignantly even) close to some sort of reverse tale of Orpheus

[darkhopping]

probably never happening but gaster fucking up a causal loop please please please please this is how placeholder gaster can still win

[karmicstar]

Temporal Reciprocity & Causality Loops

A causality loop, often called a "time loop" or "temporal causality loop," is a concept in which an event influences another event, which in turn is among the causes that influence the first event. This creates a cycle where the past influences the future, and the future influences the past, typically found in theoretical discussions of time travel.

In a causality loop, a sequence of events is self-contained so that future events are the cause of past events and vice versa. This can lead to complex scenarios where an event becomes its own cause through the loop. Moments in time within this loop are connected in such a way that altering one element might affect all others, potentially creating paradoxes.

For example, a person might travel back in time and inadvertently become the historical figure they were investigating, thus becoming the reason for their own past investigation. Such scenarios are explored in science fiction, raising questions about free will, determinism, and the nature of time itself.

In essence, causality loops present a challenge to the traditional linear view of time by suggesting that time may be more flexible, with past and future events potentially altering each other within such a structure.

[dead-or-alive-images]

[samwiselastname]

that "time is like" post I just reblogged has stuck in my brain so hard and I despite clocking in at under 200 notes I am now the second person to tag it with a character. somehow.

[2tarbell]

Can we have more of teacher reader and single dad rafe? Like maybe he catches another one of the students fathers trying to flirt with her during the teacher conference.

he would soooo be dramatic about it in his own special rafe way. it was just a parent-teacher conference, there was nothing wrong with her talking to the other guy. but what was wrong was how he was looking her up and down, slipping in flirtatious comments while she was trying to talk about his daughters grades.

rafe watched from the waiting area she set up in her classroom, knee bouncing with barely contained rage. his son was none the wiser — preoccupied with a coloring page she printed out for all the waiting students. she was sweet like that. she didn’t deserve the vulgarity of that douchebag’s stare.

but he knows how she wants to keep their relationship out of her work for now. and he understands that and respects that. so he goes through the motions of a casual conference. listening and casting looks over at his son when she compliments his reading quiz scores. her kitten heel clad foot bumps rafe’s shin, a small touch, but one that soothes some of the irritation simmering in him.

“i don’t know what you’re doing with him at home, mr. cameron, but i’m very pleased with his improvement.”

“well, uh— we’ve been going over his vocab list, doin’ what you suggested. it’s all thanks to you.”

her sweet smile and nervous twiddle of her pen makes a smirk twitch at his lips. she walks them to the door since they’re her last conference, causal small talk turning into their own specific flow. his sons pads down the hallway to the restroom, rafe promising to wait for him.

she leans against the door frame, blinking up at him and playing with the charm on her necklace (that he got her). she gives him a sweet little grin when he mentions the parent who was giving her ‘extra attention’.

“i was fine, rafe…”

“i really, really, don’t give a shit, sweetheart. he’s lucky kids were around.”

“you’re ridicul—“

he pulls her in by her belt loop, pressing a soft kiss to her chapstick covered lips. her hand finds its way to his chest, fingers dancing along the buttons of his plaid shirt. just wishing they were at his house and that she could pull them open. her lips part gently under his, a tease of his tongue against hers before it’s over all too soon.

they pull back slowly, breathless smiles on both their lips. they want to linger there together, want to stay in their own little bubble. if only. he leaves her with a squeeze of his hand, whispering a command hotly in her ear of promises to come:

“you tell me if he does that shit again, a’ight? know i’ll take care you…”