#lap time and time again

[skylersprompts]

DC x DP Prompt *32*

This was the ninth- no.... tenths loop. He is eating his breakfast and he is dizzy again. Because Mom drugged his oatmeal, because Mom and Dad knew! Danny stood up from his chair and tried to leave the kitchen. (He knew it wouldn't work, it never worked) His eyes grew heavy and a few steps later he hit the ground.

He wakes up to the same gruesome picture as in the last nine loops. But Danny doesn't beg anymore. Or says anything. It hurts, but it's nothing he hasn't had felt before. It would only take them a week before they would destroy his core again and then everything would start anew. Maybe he could think of something better for next time.

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The last feeling he remembered was an all encompassing pain, as his Dad crushed his core. But he was at the breakfast table again, already feeling groggy. But maybe this time he could get help? He knew that he could fight the drugs for around ten minutes, as long as he didn't stand up.

So instead he got his phone out of his pocket. He knew that neither his sisters, nor his friends would be fast enough, he already tried them, but maybe someone else could be fast enough.

He opened Twitter and started to write a new post, ignoring his atrocious spelling in favor of getting as many information out as possible.

@theoneandonlyflash I'm kinda stuck in a time looop and my parents will koll me in about a werk they druged me so I'll be in they lab in a fee minotes. Pleaase helpp and fins me iin Amyt Park, Illnois. My name iss Dannyy Fentin

He was able to press send, before his vision would become to spotty. Now he just needed to hope that the fastest man alive would be able to help him. Danny's head fell on the table.

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It was the eleventh time he woke up to the same scene and this time he couldn't do anything against his tears. He would die again... and again and again...

Danny's spiraling thought were interrupted by the basement door, that had hit the wall. This was new!

[chibelial]

I didn’t turn on a comedy to be called tf out, Dennis

[wakandamama]

POC solidarity is a joke. Y'all just wanna ride Black peoples backs into the ground just to kick us in the side to get up and ride again because the road we paved worked and died for in order to just try and rise above white supremacy is still too uncomfortable under y'all's feet.

Gender solidarity is a joke. Y'all truly are the bitch ass daughters of Susan B Anthony, crying in the soft ass cell white supremacy has built for you while Black women's bodies have been stolen, abused, gutted, displayed, and rotting for centuries, yet still kept marching.

I don't care what argument anybody else will want to say, it's fucking true.

When Dread Scott's decision is amended and re-stated by Trump's hand picked fruit basket, just know those chains will now extend to you.

[red-moon-at-night]

okay the whole vase is great but something about Helen sitting on Aphrodite's lap as she wraps one arm around her shoulder and brushes her leg with her hand, staring into her eyes like that... as she is persuading Helen to go with Paris (while Peitho aka persuasion stands behind them) is so incredibly iconic.

and gay. toxic yuri, if you will.

[petrichorium]

also on my hands and knees dying to know about ur divorce (and perhaps reconciliation maybe…) with sir croc

Firstly I wanna say croc is THE reason for the divorced tier I had everyone in the husband/fiance/bf (and cusp + complicated) tiers I had the list downloaded and then I looked at croc in the husband tier and I was like no. Divorced………

Anyway I think you’re a marriage of convenience at first. Crocodile needs a wife to look more like An Upstanding Citizen Ready To Settle Down for his plans in Alabasta, you need the stability and rapport for your own reasons. A deal was struck (including a nice shiny prenup and an easy way out for both of you), the wedding goes off without a hitch, and now you’re cohabitating.

You’re all but a stranger, truthfully, though he’ll admit you were one of the most beautiful brides he’s seen walking down the aisle. And he finds your presence in his home less distracting than expected—you stay out of his way mostly, though the pair of you eat meals together and sleep in the same bed and you are always expected to be on his arm for formal occasions. You’re more than decent company, slowly warming to him and growing more open; willing to give advice on occasion, even, and it’s good advice he’s prone to heeding.

Which is why he’s blindsided when you drop the papers on his desk. There’s little he can do—they were practically already signed before the wedding, and in the surprise he can’t compose himself enough to think up a proper protest. All he can do is fold his hands together as you turn to leave, clear his throat, and call out, “Might I ask why?”

You shrug. It almost seems sad. “I want something more. You’re a very busy man, I don’t think you can give that to me.”

And those words haunt him, all the more because every trace of you is gone in the span of a few days. He lays in his bed, alone, pondering how much you truly lived in his home and how much he truly had to give you. He thought he made sure you wanted for nothing—but, clearly, that wasn’t the case. And if he’d known you’d be gone in the span of a few years…

In hindsight perhaps he’d been a bit distant. His work took up the vast majority of his time. All those meals were more often than not spent in silence, with Crocodile leaving long before you finished your food; you were often asleep before he came to bed, still slumbering when he woke; he’d arrive to those formal events with you on his arm and part ways almost immediately, drawn to meet with some politician or another and leaving you on your own.

The bed feels empty.

And then he gets a report about Nefertari Vivi. It all goes downhill from there. The empire he spent years building crumbles beneath his feet, toppled by that godforsaken princess and the upstart pirate with a straw hat. And as he’s carted off to Impel Down… he still thinks of you.

It’s perhaps a good thing that you left when you did. In a certain sense it saved you, severing ties with him when you did. But foolishly he wonders about the timing—wonders if it would have happened at all if you’d stayed. Logically he knows the rationale is anything but sound.

Instinctively… whenever he gets out, whatever he intends to do next, he thinks he needs you at his side again.

So when the break-out happens, and Crocodile is given a freedom he’d nearly given up on, the first thing he does is begin to track you down.

It takes more than he thought it would. His web of informants isn’t half of what it once was, and his name no longer pulls as much weight, forced to remain in the shadows as he now is. You, meanwhile, catch onto the mystery person trying to keep tabs on you far too quickly for his liking—flighty thing, never quite setting down roots, quick to flee at the first sign of danger. A trait that has only seemed to worsen in his absence, it seems.

But it’s only a matter of time. He’s Sir Crocodile after all, back from banishment to the depths of the ocean, sure to see the sun again. His men close in on you within a year as he builds up his numbers again, but Crocodile ensures he’s the first to make contact.

He intends to show you immediately how things will be different this time.

You’ve made temporary home on a quaint little island, sharing a house with a little old granny who lets him in eagerly when he presents a bouquet and says it’s for you. There he waits, served tea and biscuits that he doesn’t taste.

And then the door opens. You pause when you see him, eyes wide—donning a breezy sundress you’d never have worn for him in Alabasta, your hair wind-tousled so unlike the meticulous updos he always saw you in, with a basket of produce under arm—and the sight of you has his chest unwinding. It’s like he can breathe again.

Not that he had any intentions to before, but the smell of your familiar perfume steels his resolve to never let you disappear again.

[mayhemspreadingguy]

aaaaand it's finally done :D. Coffee shop date.

Why use a chair when there's the better option?

[ninkaku]

strange behaviour from the arcane fandom when a woman that has relations with another woman goes down a darker path and people condemn her whereas if she was a man in love with another man this would be lapppped up as “toxic yaoi”. please get a grip

[padawansuggest]

Obi-Wan: *trying to be a ho* 🥺 Cody, I don’t like scary things~

Cody: 🥺 I can-

Bail: *just tryina get past them in the canteen where he’s been doing paperwork the past three hours for fresh caff access* …BITCH IVE SEEN YOU POSSESSED AND TRYING TO MURDER ME AND YOU SAID THAT WAS A FUCKED UP AVERAGE WEDNESDAY WHAT DO YOU CONSIDER SCARY?????

Obi-Wan: *still trying to be a ho* Condoms.

Cody and Bail: 😳

[kimis25]

osc:(

[stormbreaker-290]

M y

Bel oved

[personnotfound]

i've decided my method for listening to tmagp is this:

I am going to relisten to all of TMA+bonus content on the feed to the end, then all of TMAGP+new episodes and bonus content, then do it all again. Over and over and over again until TMAGP is finished. Possibly after. I did listen to TMA six or seven times before it was even announced.

This is the best and least insane way to do it.

[queerofthedagger]

the fact that there are ten entire years between the breaking of the siege and beren turning up in nargothrond. ten whole years with celegorm and curufin in nargothrond. like, i don't even mean this (only) in a curufinrod way (although i do also mean that. can we talk about that. ten years !!) it really is just insane to me that they just hung out there for an entire decade before it all went to shit. i'm not a 'the oath straight-up forces you to do things' truther, and ten years are perhaps not the same to an elf as they are to us but still. ten years. that's a long time to coexist, to have your people mingle, to live in the court of a king who is one of those annoying arafinweans, to have two feanorians under your roof. just, the minutae of the every-day-life of that is beyond fascinating to me on so many levels, and we know so little about it - celegorm and curufin helping with/running patrols, acting in some capacity as advisors, gaining power among both people - while there must have been so much. man

[harringroveera]

Jane: *sneaks into the house*

Henry: *turns around in a chair* Care to tell me where you were, Jane?

Jane: I was...uh...with Eddie!

Eddie: *also turns around in a chair* Care to—*keeps spinning* Henry, I can’t stop the chair!

[sleepylink]

So I was playing Echoes of Wisdom, very fun game.

But ya know what? I really wanna play as Link.............

SCREW IT LINK TIME!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH-

Honestly makes the game harder in a fun way, I gotta use the my Wisdom to figure out how to get around now-

[drbtinglecannon]

Hi-Fi Rush really said "let's make a rhythm game that's made with such love and passion for music, has good characterization and growth, the humor and character designs are fun, the enemy battles are creative, the main villain is defeated through the power of friendship, and it contains tons of bonus content with no microtransactions, all for half the cost of an AAA game" and it fucking slapped

[rickybaby]

“Frustrating because we were definitely faster than that”