#jump to the future

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[justjams7787]

ninjago brain rot yummy

[whatisyourchildhoodtrauma]

BUFFY CAST Q&A | Comic-Con North East 2023 (x)

BONUS:

[katebeckets]

how to say "I love you" in x-files [42/?] ⤷ The X-Files: Fight the Future (1998)

[siri-ike]

Clone Danny long post

The footprints lead Alfred out of the room and to the right but quickly dried up on the short hair carpet.

Alfred checked every room to the right of Danny's. He had to have left the family wing. 40 minutes of searching later, Alfred was about to go down yet another hallway when he heard faint music and metal clanging. He walked closer to the sound until he could make out some words.

🎶I- can hear the sound of violins🎶

🎶long before- it begins🎶

The gym. Someone is at the gym. He told Dick to relax. This is the opposite of relaxing. He stops for a moment outside the door to gather himself. People listen to empathy more than anger. When Alfred pushed the door open and looked down at the workout area, he didn't see a disobedient clown. No. Instead, he was forcibly dragged back to 1989, staring at a 13 year old Bruce doing chest presses. He always looked the most at ease when he was at the gym. The rest of the time, he would be looking for his parents' killer or discovering seacret organizations. Alfred used to cherish the time Bruce spent at the gym because he knew it was the closest he could get to calm. Shortly, Danny put down his 3 kg weights and addressed Alfred.

"Morning, Alfred. Breakfast already? Thought I had more time." He sounded like Bruce, more than just his voice. Danny had his own way of talking, but this was all Bruce.

"Young Master," best not to object to his perceived reality, whatever that may be. "It's almost seven in the afternoon, not morning." The sun would have spoiled that for him anyway. "And dinner will be ready in two hours."

"Oh, ok. I'll be there at nine then." Danny simply went over to the next station in his routine. Right as he sat down on the floor, something seemed to dawn on him. "Alfred? Did something happen to me?" He asked innocently.

Alfred remained frozen, staring at the young boy. "What would give you that idea?"

"I woke up in a different room than usual, I had to switch down all my weights, and the files in my father's office have been moved. And then you came in looking like you've seen a ghost." Ever the detective.

"Nothing gets past you. I'm afraid you had a rather bad fever and spent a few days in bed. I would like to examine your health, but it can wait. Let's say, eight-thirty? Before dinner?"

"Kitchen at eight-thirty, got it."

Alfred left the room and braced himself on the door. He thinks he's Bruce. He probably thinks it's the 80s or 90s, too. It's a good thing most everyone is out hunting down clues and/or committing extreme acts of violence.

Danny had changed into an all black suit (bowtie and kerchief included) before coming to the kitchen at 8:27. Hmm, he does like to be punctual. His temperature and heart rate were normal, for once he didn't have bags under his eyes, which responded in time to light. But, he was definitely younger than he was when he arrived. Dick wasn't imagining that.

"Can you tell me your name, age, and today's date?"

"Bruce Thomas Wayne, 12, almost 13, today is November, uh," He struggled a bit. "17th? Maybe a bit later, 1988." He avoided eye contact. "Just so we're clear, I wouldn't have known today's date even if I hadn't been sick."

Alfred smiled a little, remembering how much he used to care about getting good scores on everything. "I'll be sure to include that in the report." He retorted sarcastically, earning a small grin back. "Now go wash up, dinners almost ready."

As per routine, Alfred started by bringing out the helthiest dishes. They all knew it was a trick to get them to eat vegetables, but no one was ever willing to wait. Danny was so hungry, even the brussel sprouts were appetizing. Now if Alfred could just stop staring at him and actually put the container on the table.

"Alfred?"

"W, what?"

"Are you OK?"

Danny had combed his hair when he'd asked him to wash up. This was Bruce. This was the boy Alfred raised. The one who had fallen asleep in his arms every night for months because he refused to be alone in the dark. The one who used to "forget" to tell Alfred about the handfuls of peanut butter in his pockets, ruining thousand dollars dress pants on six different occasions. The one who wanted to keep street cats knowing full well he was allergic.

"Do you need a day off? Or maybe a week?"

"What? No. I'm alright master Bruce. Just, uhm, glad to see you have your appetite back. That's all." Keep it together now. He set down a steaming glass dish full of baked carrots, sweet potatoes, bell peppers, onions, brussel sprouts, broccoli, cauliflower, and mushrooms.

Danny took as big a serving as he could fit (vegetables can only go in the top right on his plate), making sure not to let the butter run too much. The next dish was steamed turnip. Crap. Another vegetable. Can't mix them. Can't put it somewhere else. The only option is to finish the baked vegetables fast.

By the time he finished his quarter of a turnip, six more dishes had already shown up. How many people does Alfred think live here?

At 21:11 Dick walked into the dining room. Dressed in a plain shirt and pants. The two boys looked like they were going to entirely different events.

"Hello." Danny invited. "I'm sorry, have we met?"

"This gentleman is detective Richard Grayson." Alfred interjected. "Master Dick, would you care to join us for dinner?"

"Oh, where are my manners? Here, have a seat. There's plenty of food."

The dinner after that was awkward, but nice. It's good to have some company once in a while. Ever since his parents died, it's just been him and Alfred.

He did wake up late in the afternoon, so it shouldn't be such a surprise that he got to stay up and watch his gray ghost VHS tapes way later than his usual bedtime. Only interrupted occasionally by Alfred, making sure he's keeping all that food down. He had to have been really sick. He doesn't even remember throwing up recently.

He must have dosed off at some point because he was awoken abruptly at some horrid hour of the night by an ear pierceing scream. He hurried to its sorce in the family wing where he saw what looked like another Bruce, except this one had white hair and wore a black onesie. He appeared to be melting into a glowing green sludge. Bruce knelt down and grabbed the boy, who stopped screaming. Opting to bury his face in Bruce's chest instead.

Alfred came just as the gruesome scene was over. 4:50 am, same place, same time, every night. Alfred had hoped something had improved when the screaming stopped early. But rather than the typical gorey mess, there was Danny, inconsolable and covered in slime.

"Wh, wh, ah?" Who was that? What was that?? Why was that???

"Master da- Bruce." At lightning speed, Alfred was on his knees and holding Danny. "Come on, you don't have to be here." He tried to lift him up, but Danny resisted.

"...Why do you have the carpet cleaner?" He accused. "Did you know this would happen?"

[yourmoonie]

CHOOSE YOUR REALITY

🍌 The Banana Example 🍌

Ever heard the saying, "Everything is neutral"?

It’s true! The reality you experience depends entirely on where you place your focus. Even something as simple as a banana can show you the power of perception.

You can choose what to believe in:

On one hand:

�� Bananas are full of fiber, Vitamin C, and other nutrients that can boost your health.

On the other hand:

⚠️ Eating too many bananas might lead to side effects like migraines or bloating.

See how both are true? You get to decide which version of reality you pay attention to. You have that CHOICE

IMAGINATION and your perception CREATE your reality

So whether it’s a banana or something bigger in your life, you get to select the reality you wish to experience by focusing on what serves you.

This principle applies everywhere. Want to think about food differently? Even fast food, like burgers, can be viewed from a new lens. 🍔

Did you know? A burger isn't inherently unhealthy! If you break it down -> lettuce, tomatoes, beef, bread <- each ingredient has its benefits. Choose to see how these elements nourish your body rather than focusing on the ‘junk food’ label.

🥤 The idea that fast food is unhealthy is more about quantity and balance than the food itself. Moderation and mindful eating are key!

So, whether it’s about food, relationships, or your dreams, remember: you have the power to choose the reality you want to live. Shift your perspective, focus on the good, and watch how your world changes.

Choose/Select your reality wisely because your attention is your greatest power!

[lackingdaisies]

misadventures in flirting ft. zib and mordecai

[majindoodles]

they opened the wrong fountain

(based on that one gohan image iykyk)

[ed3lsgard]

idk like if i was milchick i’d start crashing out too. none of your four employees are working. one of them keeps visiting another department to live his old man yaoi dreams. the other one is having an affair with his outie’s wife. the other two are fucking raw in empty offices. no one is refining macrodata.

[lalalalalalakakakak]

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

drawing your favorite guys being silly is very effective at keeping The Horrors at bay

bonus doc from a different canvas:

[op-dumpstertruck]

Sanji came a long way from wanting no children - well, he had to.

[little-bumblebeeee]

Joe Keery how dare you seem so sweet and genuine and listen to other people’s interests and let people speak and have those big brown eyes and smile like that and have those hands and and and

[bacchuschucklefuck]

dreaming abt sophomore year class swap bard!riz

[yourmoonie]

All you are manifesting is YOURSELF

(SP edition)

Question: Can u explain in depth, like i’m 5

Answer: It's like when you think about your favorite toy and feel happy, even before you have it. You’re not trying to make the toy do something, you’re making yourself feel like it's already yours. When you focus on you being happy, loved, and in a relationship, that’s what shows up in your life. You don’t have to worry about the SP because it's about making you ready for the relationship you want.

You are changing the assumptions you hold about them since there are infinite versions of them that you can experience in your reality

Your SP is just one person, but they act differently depending on who they're around. For example, when they're with their teacher, they act like a student. When they're with their siblings, they act like a sibling. The same person has many different roles, depending on who they're interacting with.

So, when you're manifesting, you're changing how YOU see them and how they show up in YOUR life. In your story, they can show up as the loving partner you want, just like they show up as a student for their teacher or a sibling for their family

You're not actually changing them or making them do anything. What you're really doing is changing how you feel about being in a relationship.

You're imagining and believing that you are already in a loving relationship, no matter who it’s with

[zylphiacrowley]

Happy Father's Day ♥