#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?!?! ☀️🌈🥰💖🌟

[ngc7009]

I just want to make you happy

[boneheadboner]

Sleep substitutes

[art-i-sticks]

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

[15minlatewithbatbucks]

"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

[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."

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

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

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Springtrap may not be able to speak during and post FNaF 3 for a bit, but the old voice box in him filled with pre-recorded lines sure can.

It’s horribly broken and glitchy—but it’s somehow still activating every so often. It always confuses Springtrap, and startles Michael the first couple of times.

From the vents, what sounds like echoed banter coming from Spring Bonnie could be heard—only little bits and pieces can successfully be made out, and only the yellow rabbit’s side of it.

Or, old audio of the rabbit singing bits for a birthday party as Springtrap wanders through one of the halls—getting closer to the office, and Michael’s just like “..Oh.”

[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

[stardestroyer81]

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

[goshyesvintageads]

American Telephone & Telegraph Co, 1937

[queerplatonicdiaries]

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

[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