#voices in the distance

[bodhi-ryuchai]

Saturday night at La Zorba in Paris......

Finally, I was able to crawl out of the shed of Reille – without my backpack for once, what a relief – and walked down the street to the metro station on Saturday night before Daylight Saving Time on Sunday – you know longer days & shorter nights – to take a few trains up to Belleville to catch a proper experimental music event. And, this was definitely that type of event to catch!I had the…

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

(loosely) that scene from potc... its so Them i think...

[sumsarem]

de sunshines rainbows marshmallows man?!?! ☀️🌈🥰💖🌟

[boneheadboner]

Sleep substitutes

[stardustdiiving]

Cyno tormenting Wanderer with his terrible jokes in the new event is especially really great to me when you pair it with the fact the other sumeru character shown to torment Wanderer w/ their silly antics onscreen is coincidentally also one of the Only Ones who thinks Cyno’s jokes are funny

It’s just so good. I believe in the Nahida Cyno friendship agenda and Cyno coming to think really highly of Nahida as an Archon and be the one to throw down with Azar on her behalf in the AQ is really cute, especially when he might not even know she thinks he’s hilarious as much as she respects his sense of duty. (I hope he knows bc that would make his entire year). I bet Nahida has mentioned she likes Cyno at least once in passing to Wanderer and initially he’s like “yeah sure this is a guy. We both work with the Dendro archon I guess” but after he gets subjected to the terror of Cyno’s dorky humor hes is probably like oh SURE. of COURSE you would like him. I cannot believe this .

[art-i-sticks]

They got her. @twigs-sprigs and @greenflowerceo got Rach

[batbux]

"Sometimes I forget they're gone."

Bruce looks up from work - a crossword he's doing to pass time until the gas chromatography finishes - and over to where Tim is rolling back and forth in front of a secondary terminal. The steady squeak of his chairs back wheel was almost meditative in a way. He stared up at a blank screen, face only illuminated in profile by the gentle glow of Bruce's own terminal.

"Who is?" Bruce asked when Tim didn't elaborate. For all that this was functionally his home now, the boy had a tendency to occupy space in a way that made Bruce's jaw ache from biting his tongue.

"My parents." Tim stopped rocking and the Cave was as silent as a grave between them. One grave in particular. "Like, something happens and I think, oh, Mom would love to hear about this. Or Dad would get all huffy and rant over something silly and it would be fun to listen to."

Tim, who loved his parents and, arguably was loved in return. He spent most of his time in his room or the Cave, exploring other rooms in the Manor like his parents did archeological sites. Interesting to him, but not a place to be.

"Sometimes I pick up the phone and get as far as putting in their international number, you know?"

Tim, who was parented through phone calls and post cards. Tim, who spent so much of his life in boarding schools that an actual home looked more like a museum than a place to live.

"I'm sorry, bud," Bruce murmured. There wasn't much else he could say, aside from reminding Tim that his father was still alive. Comatose, hanging in limbo, but alive.

Bruce thought it would be easier if Jack Drake died with his wife. Bruce also hated himself for thinking those kinds of things.

"I just keep thinking about Mohenjo-daro," he continued. "We're learning about it in school this unit and I keep remembering- I keep remembering that Dad said he's been there. I can't keep the dates right in my head and he would have helped."

"I can give it a shot," Bruce offered even though he knew it was the wrong thing to do now just as it had been the wrong thing to do when he offered to find a Romani language tutor for Dick when he realized he was forgetting things.

It would solve one part of the problem, but it would never replace the help a father could give.

Tim turned towards him, pale face washed out in stark relief under the light from behind Bruce. He wondered if Tim could even see his face in the relative darkness and found a cowards courage knowing he couldn't.

"He told me a story about it once," Tim said. "I can't remember the ending. I can't remember what he told me. Why didn't I listen better?"

Bruce had no answer for him. He set his paper aside and opened his arms.

Dick would have thrown himself at Bruce, taking comfort where and when he could. Jason would have slunk over and did his level best to press close enough to cave in Bruce's chest and make himself a home.

He was, in hindsight, too good at that.

Tim always hesitated. Weighting the pros and cons? Overthinking a simple comfort offered freely? Bruce never knew.

Still, Tim slowly abandoned his squeaking chair. He let Bruce tug him in for a hug.

Tim was older than Dick had been, around the same age as Jason. Even so, in moments like this he seemed immeasurably younger. Tim, cast off in a prestigious boarding school, had lived comparatively untouched by life's hardest lessons. He signed up for the work, but he couldn't have known how hard it would be. Bruce never should have let him in, but what could he do now? Tim came to him when he needed a partner the most and he was so, so grateful even as regret threatened to choke him.

A beep, then. Bruce's eyes drifted upwards.

"The drugs we lifted from the Iceberg Lounge?" Tim asked against Bruce's neck.

"Yes."

"Show me."

Bruce let Tim out from the protective circle of his arms and did so. The moment lay broken behind them, like so many others.

[walpu]

Obsessed with bodyguard reader always making sure to listen to whatever Aven has to yap about even if they don’t understand anything, and immediately shutting up anyone who tries to butt in

they just zone out sometimes it's like a podcast lmao

well, it's not their fault Aven's voice is pretty

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

possibly the best au of all time: the Readerbot Isn't Traumatized au

[oyeixcher]

Every SandRay Scene (49 ¦ ??)

R: "Can I borrow a lighter?" S: "Why don't you just quit smoking? If you're not going to carry a lighter?" R: "It's my excuse to talk to people." S: "How's your arm? Good?" R: "It's all good. But I'm going to court tomorrow. I have no idea what I'll get." S: "Serves you right. Drunk driving is wrong. Even though you didn't hit anyone." R: "I know. Why do you need to repeat it? I'm guilty, alright?" S: "So what's going on with you and Mew? I heard he broke up with Top. Congrats. You're no longer in the friend zone." R: "Good. But we need to see if it's gonna work. At least he let me cross that friend zone line. It's okay." S: "Good. You can finally end the secret crush. Such a waste of time, right?" R: "Are you okay?" S: "Why wouldn't I be? You're seeing someone you've always loved. It's a dream come true." R: "Can we still be friends?" S: "Friends? You and I have never been friends from the get-go. We have nothing in common. Besides, I don't know why I should be friends with you." R: "But when I'm with you, I'm so damn happy." S: "You will be happy too when you spend time with Mew. What you did with me, you will get to do it with him. You might even be happier." R: "Sand." S: "Let me go already."

[stardestroyer81]

So @retrobee drew a Ruby Spears take on an absolutenutcase162 comic...

[thegreatyin]

the stealthiest and most mysterious thief the neath has ever seen. who could she be? what could she want?? they're just so deeply mysterious and unknowable. all that's known for certain is that she sure does go squeak squeak chirrup wheek meow

[goshyesvintageads]

American Telephone & Telegraph Co, 1937

[spotsupstuff]

Abandoned comic idea from March. Decided against seeing it through to the end because the dialogue feels unnatural and messy. While the core idea of it- Sparrows having doubts about the relationship, being confused and unsure of what she should dedicate her life to, and Euros being indeed blindly naively optimistic- still holds true to my ideas of their characterizations, I've figured I don't really have the details fleshed out well enough yet to construct a satisfactory conversation between them.

Stars with lore building for both of them- clearing out Sparrows' motivation in life (related to her family- deceased dad "because" of spiritualism, grieving mother, newly developed sister frustrated with Sparrows' lack of clear goal in life and lack of proper commitment to promises), what her arc should be, and Euros' past with his first Mechanic, relationship with his Houses and Citizens- and all of that is heavily influenced/dictated by the culture and society of the whole world, the Epsilon group council specifically and the Caper of Euros and Boreas' Blessing colonies that I don't have settled down. So posts with additional worldbuilding is will be most common. Bastards need figuring out asap

[queerplatonicdiaries]

long!!! distance!!!! sucks!!!!!!

[introspectivememories]

can't stop fucking thinking about sun/moon shuggy bc shanks is the sun always and buggy is forever the moon. buggy will never be the sun, he will never shine as brilliantly as shanks or anyone else. and the moon makes no light of it's own!!!! it only shines bc the sun's light reflects off of it!!!! buggy never shines by himself!!! he will never make his own light!!! buggy who is always second best, shining only from the light shanks gives him. even worse, you only ever see half of the moon illuminated at one time!!!! shanks who gives buggy the light he needs to shine but only for certain parts of buggy!!!! never all of him!!!!! buggy never shines fully and he never will bc buggy is the moon, he isn't a star or a comet or a meteor, he's a moon and moons don't shine by themselves. and buggy who devotes himself to shanks bc he wants to shine, by god he wants it so badly he aches somedays, but shanks is the golden child, shining with splendor, and buggy knows when to stop fighting a losing battle. he sticks around for years drawn in by the gravity of shanks' orbit until loguetown, and as his captain's head hits the ground, buggy feels himself splinter into thousands of little meteoroids. he leaves shanks standing in the rain and thinks to himself, i will shine by myself or i will die trying