#hopping through time

[chirpsythismorning]

[sableprince]

doodlin again i guess ??

scraps under the cut

[impossiblepluto]

Jack strolls into the house, heading immediately for the kitchen, and continuing the animated conversation that occupied the entire drive over. That he was alone in the car and upon entrance has gained an audience doesn't break his stride-- pace or verbal deluge. Mac's a smart guy, he'll pick up the topic and register his opinions-

Within the depths of the fridge, Jack stops short, bumping the back of his head as he quickly backs up, straightening, and staring intently into the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, Mac stares back. 

Jack crosses his arms as the refrigerator door swings closed. "What's wrong?"

Mac's gaze darts around the room as though searching for whatever raised Jack's hackles, before returning to Jack. "What do you mean?"

"Something's wrong." Jack takes a step toward the living room. He too scans the room, though his stare is slower, piercing and precise before lingering on Mac. 

"Something's wrong?" Mac repeats with an air of skepticism.

"Yeah. Why are you repeating me?"

Mac scoffs. "I'm not repeating you." Before Jack can retort, Mac shakes his head and continues. "I'm trying to figure out how you can walk in here, distracted by an argument you were waging against yourself, yet still apparently losing, barely look around and declare that something is wrong.” 

"Oh ho,” Jack leans a shoulder against the wall. “You are good."

"I'm good? Wait. No. I'm still not repeating." Mac squeezes the bridge of his nose. "I am just sitting here."

"Yeah,” Jack’s brow furrows. He straightens, feeling the pieces of the puzzle beginning to come together like he’s that one French detective from the movies Bozer makes them watch, and steps into the living room. “You’re sitting. On the couch."

"That is why I brought it. It's not just for you to sleep on."

"Sitting on the couch like a normal person sits on the couch. Not sprawled across it like a teenager with limbs askew in all directions just begging for back pain and bad posture.” 

Mac snorts but it lacks amusement. He doesn’t rise to the usual ‘tease Jack about getting old’ bait like he normally would. 

“So, you want to tell me what’s up?” Jack sits on the old trunk which doubles as a coffee table. 

"I... " Mac sighs and splices together three or four words under his breath.

Jack squints, tipping one ear closer to Mac, trying to decipher the mangled phrase. “Say again?” 

Looking up, Mac enunciates, "I tweaked my knee."

Jack winces. "Trail running? I told you you need some better shoes if you're gonna be out there jumping over logs and scaling mountains."

"I wasn't trail running." Mac pauses between his words as though each one is painfully eking out.

Jack cants his head.

"I stood up wrong."

Jack's face twitches. He's a government agent, damn it. He's got a better poker face than this.

"Shut up," Mac glowers.

"I'm sorry." Jack swallows his emotions. It’s not amusement. He’s not sure what emotion he would call it, but it’s sure not amusement. He’d never find anything funny about Mac getting injured. If anything, this emotion is concern. “You stood up... wrong?"

“It’s not funny.”

“No. It’s not funny. I’ve been sitting here thinking it’s not funny,” Jack defends himself. 

“You’re smirking.”

“I’m not smirking. I wouldn’t smirk if I heard you got hurt.”

“Even if I hurt myself by standing up weird?” 

“No.” 

“Oh. Thought maybe you’d see this as some sort of payback.”

“You mean for the fifteen years I’ve spent sharing my wisdom with you and you ignore it because you’re young and your joints still work like they’re supposed to and you couldn’t imagine waking up one day and suddenly something as simple as standing up can leave you limping and hobbling around for the rest of the day?” 

“Yeah.”

“Nah.” 

“Oh okay. Thought maybe it would be something like that.” 

“And I could see how you might think that. A less sensitive, empathetic man might.” 

Mac hums. 

“You need an ice pack?” 

“I’ve been thinking about getting one.” Mac sighs, looking toward the kitchen. “Don’t want to try getting up yet though.”

“Do you need a doctor?”

“No.”

Jack eyes him carefully.

“I did think about it-” Mac hurries to continue as Jack stares harder. “I want to wait it out. If I’m wrong you can gloat.” 

“I wouldn’t gloat either.” 

“Right. No smirking. No gloating. Got it. I’ll remind you.” 

Jack stands, knees creaking. “No smirking from over there either.” 

“No smirking.” Mac winces in sympathy at the sound. 

Jack pats Mac’s shoulder as he passes. 

“You were like my age when we met.” 

“Huh, I guess so. About a year older.” Jack grabs an ice pack from the freezer and returns to the living room. 

“I remember thinking you were ancient.” Mac reaches out to accept the proffered ice pack.

“Hey!” Jack withdraws his hand before the exchange is made.  

“At twenty-one you seemed old. Listening to the way you groaned when you got out of the humvee, that seemed a whole lot older than I feel now. Or at least older than I felt this morning.”

Jack nods in concession as he settles on the couch next to Mac and passes over the ice pack. Mac claps it on his knee. With a groan he raises his leg and positions it on a pillow.

“One day you’re able to sit all curled up like a pretzel, and the next you sneeze and can’t turn your neck for three weeks.” 

“I am almost sorry I teased you all these years.”

“Almost?”

“Well, I mean, compared to me you’re still like ancient. I have a few good years of teasing before it comes back to bite me.”

Jack opens his mouth to protest, then purses his lip. “You know, I’d grab that ice pack and run but honestly, watching you try to move that leg makes me hesitant to try it.” 

“It wasn’t fun.”

“Didn’t look like it was. Last thing we need is to explain to Matty how the both of us got taken out getting up from the couch.” 

Mac flops back on the sofa, blond hair splaying against the cushions. He drops his arm across his eyes. “That’s going to be almost as much fun as moving my leg.”

“I don’t envy that.” Jack leans forward with a grunt and scoops up the remote control. “Die Hard?”

Mac shrugs, eyes still covered by his arm. “Might as well. Don’t think I’m moving for a bit.” 

“Yippee-ki-yay.”

[chopshajen]

Back on my bs!!! It’s been a hot second since I’ve painted anything but apparently jet lag is deeply inspiring cuz I’m out here painting on planes and having a great time. My tablet pen nib is so worn out there’s a hole in it but I was still like ‘oooough gotta draw’

[sysig]

They’re both so cute, what’s up with that (Patreon)

[napping-sapphic]

Ahh yes the new year or as i like to call it the annual animal crossing gripping me by the throat period😌

[cadriox]

And why didn’t he say goodbye?

Through the Gate by Preelikeswriting: https://archiveofourown.org/series/781794

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 2

Battle! (Hop) from Pokémon Sword/Shield

vs.

Do You Remember (We've Been Through This Before) from In Stars and Time

No propaganda was submitted for either track.

If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

[tagarilaghost]

thinking about what you said about zero isle au and how nobody truly wins here and it fucks us up completely even now for all the reasons. darkrai has been subjected to what is essentially a "timeloop" of forced isolation, cold comfort and the agony of the only person that dared to approach him succumbing to the very flaw that's engraved into his existence or through the dreadful passage of time, furthering his plunge into the darkness he laid in for so long, and in a world that resents him and everything he stands for, he is alone. alone to stew in his flayed nerves, alone to accept the reality he is forced to endure, forever overshadowed by the better duo member, forever forced to watch as his shadow turns into something more twisted, more wretched, more unrecognizable that the mockery that lays by his feet becomes his very being, forced to simply. be. and even when he'll bring the ruination of all times, even when he'll bring the very darkness he forced to lay and die in by the world, even if he'll even feel the slighest tinge of pride that he for his control that he never got to have for himself for eons, what will he do next? what else is there for him to see, what else is there for him to look forward to? that he proved everyone right, yet again? that in the end, he managed to completely isolate himself of life by creating a world that will be shrouded in darkness so that it'll give him a pedestal to stand on and feel the sun he never got to feel on his own skin? he did it time and time again, but the result all ends the same. he is, by definition, alone. and always will be.

and krako. oh, poor poor krako. for all the faith in the world that she has in that no-good doing swindler, for how much she carries a heart three times her size that wants him to feel what he deserved to feel for so long, for all the sweet pleasantries and intentions she can bring up to warm his beating, rotten heart, she truly knows that whatever she is doing is only delaying a disastrous inevitable. darkrai is a completely different net of nerves, each imbued by raw agony of what he had endured, what she doesn't know of and what he will never tell so long as it'll kill him. maybe it's her better judgement clouding the reality of it all, but she knows that a pokemon that tries to strike the world thrice has bound to be filled with something so terrible that it may as well be the drive that kept him going. she may not dig deep into it yet, but she knows how much darkrai, for whatever he is even worth, will not simply cease just because she was nice to him. not because she saw him as someone normal, just as those before her did. she knows that what hurts him cannot be smothered and healed with "maybe if i helped you"s or platitudes that exist solely to rub salt on his many wounds. she knows that it'll take all the effort in the world for darkrai to reconsider his wrathful endeavours if he'll ever get out, and even so, he might just stick to the same path that he and fate carved with his own flesh and blood. she cannot save him from it all, and neither will he ever try to imagine a world where he can be that person, not for her, never again.

tl;dr au's dope but fuck man.

Welcome to my Zero Isle AU, as you can see you have many paths to chose from :)

This unhinged guy is 6 feet deep into whatever he dug himself. He is so far gone that even the attempt to rescue him seems so far out of reach, but Krako tries anyways, cause what other choice does she have?

There are no other options besides his death and his healing to stop this cycle from happening.

Even trying to heal him during the memory loss didn't change his ways, so why should talking to him with his memories change anything?

...Right?

Turns out one needs the memories of the bad things one has done to reconsider their choices in the first place.

We'll see how this turns out for them :) <- words of an author who hasn't written the end yet and doesn't know herself. I really hope I pull through with this one, I still gotta illustrate over 9000 words of only dialogue (it's getting more with the second) with 3 major plot arcs, but maybe in the future I'll just write some things out if I don't want my hands to fall off. There's a lot of dialogue which technically doesn't need illustration.

I think it's neat that this AU will also bring some characters into play who I never see people talking about. One in particular I was like wow that would be so cool if they get more importance in this. But the others are a group which I haven't seen anyone but 1 person talk about. The group will also play a major role in the second arc, but that occurs really late in the comics. I think it'll happen some months maybe even one year or two after Krako starts visiting Darkrai. So a loooot of visits. They also kind of warmed up to that point and both got into a routine.

Anyways thank you so so much for the ask!!! Literally made my day <3

[mayo-productions]

good evening tumblr (it's literally midnight..)

I'm back in the Miguel trenches and I just saw this and I just about fell to the floor in tears because this is literally what's gonna happen to Mateo..

(incoming nonsense rant in tags, sighh)

[maliktomlinson]

❤️ HARRY STYLES, LOVE ON TOUR 2021-23 ❤️

[lockedtowers]

stop a/starion has a BRAND NEW SIM AVAILABLE ON MODTHESIMS FOR THE SI/MS 2

[omegasmileyface]

idkkkkkkk sometimes i feel like the me that exists in happy communities like discord servers and flight rising and lives in my it/its and my byte/bit and my ^w^s and my astro boy posting and the me that goes to work and lies on my bed rotting and wants to go back on the stage so badly but cant because of covid and gets called by my given name and wears a posh coat and skirt are different people who are at war with each other.

[afkintheark]

Randomly decided I didn't want to be on the edge of the map after all and changed my base location on Volcano. >.>

I found my old ASE base!!! Was seriously considering taking the same spot but then I poked down the beach further and found this little penninsula-ish spot. It should be plenty big enough for my house and a dino pen. \o/

Checked out the ocean right there and I should be able to do a nice-sized water pen too. And I spotted a 140 basilo hanging out nearby so I gotta remember to go tame her next time I'm on here.

The wyverns on Aras are still going, we've gotten some good lightnings but nothing perfect yet, and the fires don't want to cooperate at all. Argh. >.<

And I've been breeding the gigas on N&A whenever I remember and we just got a double mutation on one. Not on any useful stats, but the baby looks pink and purple so I need to remember to get a screenshot next time. \o/

[words-with-wren]

Ooh I started something new

The forest seemed endless in a timeless kind of way. Dappled late afternoon sunlight filtered through the gaps and cast light at that annoying angle where you couldn't quite block it out entirely.  The children had succumbed to the rhythmic thrum of the moving car and late afternoon stillness and had fallen asleep about an hour ago. It meant that Sherman Pines was the only one to see the sign as he drove past: Welcome to Gravity Falls. Nothing to see here! He wasn't sure if he hoped the sign was true or not.  Now they were almost there he slowed down, just a little. The journey was almost over, soon he would have to think about what came next. A place to stay and some dinner would be a good start, and then-- He drummed his fingers on the wheel and glanced in the rear mirror to check his grandchildren, curled into each other. This whole trip had been their idea, something they had begged him for years now.  ‘Let's visit the place where your brothers disappeared, Grandpa. Don't you want to know what happened to them?’ 

[neo-shitty]

i've let myself be fully absorbed by minecraft :')