#we're halfway there

[dailytomlinson]

FAITH IN THE FUTURE TOUR: NORTH AMERICA LEG POSTERS (Part 1.)

© Joshua Halling (part 2)

[stevenrogered]

#realization 💡

[leandra-kinard]

Also, Eddie literally told us to NOT JUMP SHIP. Buddie is still happening. It'll just take a minute to get there. And it'll be a beautifully crafted, well thought out story. I'm sure of it.

[madamairlock]

[monsieuroverlord]

Wolverine #45 Preview Pages are up

source here

written by Victor LaValle and Ben Percy, art by Geoff Shaw, main cover by Leinil Francis Yu

Sabretooth DID return to Krakoa! So, he's looking for something that a telepath can detect, made of metal, specifically a mutant device, and probably can mentally mess with Logan...

*cough cough* Cerebro Cradle *cough cough*

(Yes, I'm still holding out my small hopes :( )

Also, poor Quentin. That's just brutal.

[morska--vila]

manifesting a dimidrey final through the power of gay sex, in the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit

[thecreaturecrossroads]

(Ngl am ready to just be done already with the last surgery for my right leg now. 8T and it's not till tomorrow. I been crabwalking and walking like an orangutan since last Tuesday and I am over it. 😂 But we're getting through this at least. Maybe in my downtime if I'm feeling ok I can get to do some writing? That would be nice.)

[wimbledon2008]

the other day i saw the name Matteo Pessina and i was like why are they referencing my treasured mutual in this article

omg bobby it's an honor

[kissagii]

the most important step of baking: put in the fridge/oven and p r a y

[deficd]

@mayxthexforce

ok. ok everyone asleep? ok nighttime exclusive artwork. special thanks to @sheyshen and @thebreadtree manifesting the idea of cowboy!arcann in my head. also its 2am so if it looks wrong… you’re correct

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push my heel into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[sandwichmustbetasty]

GUYS I DID IT

I FINISHED THE THEORETICAL PART OF MY THESIS

I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF

[apamates]

I'm telling myself to blame the dictatorship source not the well-meaning outsiders that buy into propaganda

But c'mon

[asoulwithadream]

Day 15: Favourite OFMD quote(s)

I was going to write out all of mine but then I remembered that I'm extremely lazy at this point in space and time, AND this post and decided that— actually, it sums it all up.

SO.

(To join this challenge, check out this post)

my favourite ofmd quotes

“my name’s stede ill be your robber here today”

“do you want to live?” that’s a tough question”

“I SAW NOTHING. ITS IMPORTANT YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I DIDNT SEE”

“look im incredible at keeping secrets, my mum thought i liked girls for years”

“um- so we have been..exercising together because we want our bodies to be..smaller- everythings fine.”

“MAN FOR SALE! MAN FOR SALE! HEALTHY! STURDY! OBEDIENT!”

“CHECK OUT THIS FABULOUS BOOTY IM HAWKING!”

“MAN FOR SALE! SOMEONE BUY MY BOOTY!”

“well no actually, science ‘cause women have crystals in their body and the crystals attract demons” 

“actually i think im just so-so but ive decided to carry myself like im cute”

“i used escargo tongs and a melon spoon to eat a fucking prawn” 

“ive stabbed you, you nut.”

“singings not scary. Well maybe it doesn’t always have to be scary, maybe sometimes it can be an expression of ourselves.” 

“thats it nice wiggle the hips” 

“yeah but jims the kind of person where if they stabbed me id be like yeah, probably deserved it.” 

“COMING NANA”

“i know how to relax, im actually quite relaxed right now- FUCK YOU FUCKING NATURE FUCK AA FUCKING MOTHER FUCKING SNAKE FUCK YOU AA DIE” 

[ just like that entire conversation with ed opening a restaurant ]

[ and also when lucius talks to ed when stede is trying to fix the map ]

“lucius come and help! Okay, im literally the only person here with a wooden finger but sure-”

“i guess the real treasure was our day spent together, am I right? Lucius, we spend every day together-  treasure is the real treasure.” 

“no that’s our nook. And this nook is only for sitting.��� 

“morning captain. No it isnt.” 

“sweetie, why you holding yourself like that? “ 

“you gotta get rid of that babe! I know that babe”

“calm down mr waveyblade” 

“OH GOD IM SO SORRY- THERES A SOCK ON THE DOOR! ARE YOU A FREAKING IDIOT? I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?! Um- were having a thing on deck for captain- GET OUT! sorry- CLOSE THE DOOR! Hey jim glad youre back.” 

“pinnnning for for his boyyyfriend- “

“YOU WERE GOING TO STAB ME? I was. IN THE EARHOLE?!”

[spooksier]

relistening to tma and losing my mind more with each episode. anyways. today we're talking about how there are three characters in the show who are meant to be/groomed to be "the chosen one" for some specific purpose (agnes for the lightless flame, gerry to carry on some esoteric bloodline, jon for the watcher's crown/the web's escape plan) and all three of them have that running theme of being completely powerless in every aspect of their lives despite being made to be something powerful. we never get agnes' own perspective on her own life, gerry dies and is kept in limbo for *years*, and jon is marked to be the antichrist from age 8, like all of them were used as tools rather than people and if you couple that with all three at some point expressing that their fantasy is to live a normal life and be a normal person but they were trapped by divinity......fucked up if true

[onionninjasstuff]