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And today we have - Troy Themed Collage:

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Have this thing that's not funny, but ☝️

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I like to think that Felix looks exactly like his dad did, there's just so much potential there, from current time on into the future like. Imagine you're a child, a young teen, your dad is your idol, the Most Important Person in the World to you, you meet some of his friends, relatives, and they look at you and they go "Oh, you look just like your dad did at your age!"

And you're thrilled, because of course you are, you look up to your dad so much, you wanna be exactly like him, and now people are telling you that you even look the same as he did, it's great!

Then he dies.

And now, you see those same friends and relatives and they look at you and there's pain there now and they say "You look just like your dad did when he was alive when he was your age."

And they're trying to be nice, and there is comfort to that, he's always with you in that way, but it also means you can never get away from it, no matter where you go, it's always there.

You try to go out with friends, to relax, to try to forget about everything for a little bit, and someone comes up and "Oh, you look just like your dad did."

You go away to college, you come back for holidays, "Oh, Felix, good to see you, its been a while! How are you enjoying school, god, you look just like your dad did back when he was in college..."

You move away, to an entirely different country, no one who knew your dad is here, there's no one to comment on the similarities. One day, you catch sight of someone and, for a few moments, you're very confused, because 'Huh? Why is your dad here? What's going o—Oh.'

That's you. It was just a reflection.

Turns out there is one person here who knew your dad.

Time goes on, one day you're back home for a visit, someone sees you and says "Hey, wow, you look so much like your dad did."

...

So much.

Only so much.

Because you don't look just like your dad did anymore.

You can't.

He never got to this age.

Now they say "You look so much like your dad did" and all you can do is wonder.

Would you have looked just like him?

Would it have still been exact? Would your dad have looked like this? Would his hair have gone grey at the same time, would he have gotten the same wrinkles in the same place at the same time, would he have had the same aches and pains, would he—

It doesn't matter.

He didn't.

He never will.

And you'll never look just like your dad again.

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And the universe decided to make that ironic

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Looking through horse breeds for Bluster related reasons You Don't Get To Know About Yet and I need you all to look at this horse breed:

and now consider how funny it would be to find out that the whole time Bluster has Also Been British

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In the Felix Chronicles, Felix killed a teenage version of himself, then in the Samantha Chronicles, Samantha is killing Child Sammies, so logically it follows that in the next series, we'll get Ty killing Literal Baby Tys, which is unfortunate, but alas, that's just how the math works out, I don't make the rules, that's how it's gotta be

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Nyews of my pwematuwe death, b-babe. Nyot exactwy what I w-wanted to heaw that evenying. I-well, I-OwO- I even did a wittwe bit of futuwe-scouting—awso against the wuwes— to make suwe you wewen’t tewwing some sowt of cowboy taww tawe. That infowmation made it back to O.V.E.W. One thing wed to anothew. I’d get the news and then news wouwd make me panic and send the infowmation even fuwthew back untiw… weww… hewe we awe, babe. It’s a vewy… Mike Wawtews sowt of situation, if you think about it. Weawnying how wong I had weft to wive was my vewsion of the beaw attack ^w^, wight d-d-down to making questionyabwe decisions inside of the Tiew 2 secuwity buiwding.

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So does that New Michael I've been hearing about have Old Michael's memories of Sly or is my boy just still outta luck there?

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Honestly can't remember if they ever said what color Outlaw went by prior to becoming a cowboy but regardless I like to imagine that it was Teal for the one and only reason of:

Which would be both fitting and hilarious

Bonus:

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Had the thought that making iterations of someone is basically just Pirating a Guy and id just like to imagine the kind of Anti Iteration Piracy Ads that would exist in a future where access to the tech is widespread

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Information y'all might find interesting, Tumblr apparently added free badges at some point and one of those is:

Yeehaw

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Presenting this to you with no commentary

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Ya know lads, I think this may be taking cowboyification a bit too far now

Else this is some kind of Calculator mishap, which i suppose is also an option

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Trying to check the weather and discovering that one of the new local meteorologists looks like an off brand David Ault is definitely one of the more bizarre news-watching experiences I've had

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I love working on spreadsheets, I'm just tip-tapping away on my computer and the whole time, half my brain is focused on the information I'm inputting and the other half is just going 'Damn... Ty likes spreadsheets <3....' and ya know?

I'm having a blast, 10/10, would recommend

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Dang, who knew Balatro had a W.BG mode?

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About a yeaw i-into o-ouw wewationship, m-my wifewong best fwiend died unexpectedwy. The news o-of this happening twickwed out swowwy and towtuouswy over the c-couwse of the day while fwiends and famiwy were contacting each other to f-figure out what was going on ☆*:・ﾟ John w-was on his way to a hockey g-game with some fwiends when I fiwst got wind t-that something had happened, but nothing was confiwmed yet ☆*:・ﾟ I hate hockey, but J-John woved it ☆*:・ﾟ and he wouwd often go to games with his fwiends〜☆ and I wouwd sit at home and scwew awound with the computer ☆*:・ﾟ I cawwed and towd him what I thought was going o-on. He was comfowting uguu.., concewned e-even, but he said that he was awmost at the a-awena.., and he’d be home in a few h-houws uguu.., stunned uguu.., I just said... “o-okay.” I didn’t even put up a fight. I spent those few houws panicking, texting, cawwing fwiends, w-wefweshing sociaw m-media feeds, doomscwowwing〜☆ twying to figure out what was going on. Awone.

I had weceived confiwmation of the bad news by the time John had come home a few houws watew (≧◡≦) I was in a state (* ^ ω ^) We g-got into t-the wowst f-fight that I c-can i-imagine g-getting into. I’ve never been that w-wowked u-up before ow s-since. It did stop s-showt of being a fistfight, though. It got heated. My b-body witewawwy fewt wed hot. We wewitigated owd awguments that had been peacefuwwy put to bed m-months a-ago *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ I descwibed t-these wewitigations on the v-voicemaiw message that itsewf was a w-wewitigation of this howwible day ☆⌒ヽ(*"､^*)chu I scweamed untiw I was hoawse *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ John did〜☆ too〜☆ I w-was so wesentfuw o-of him fow not coming home. I don’t think he had time ow context to p-pwocess how s-sewious the ciwcumstances were w-when I cawwed him o-on t-the way t-to the hockey match (* ^ ω ^) I fewt tewwible fow him now O.o b-but i didn’t think i was awwowed to tell him that ☆⌒ヽ(*"､^*)chu it all spiwwed out of me wike a c-cup that h-had been fuwwy i-invewted all water moving in unison to m-make a fowcefuw swap on the gwound. It h-had c-cweawwy been pent up inside of me s-still, in a s-small cowner that I onwy thought to wook at in the wowest pawts of m-my wife.

and then I t-towd him that I didn’t fowgive him.