#FUCKING DEVASTATING THANK YOU MR FLYNN

[rabbithaver]

"Whereas Silver, I would think, for all of his openness and naivety... is hesitant to make new friends, because he's used to seeing them die. You don't want to make connections after a point, but he is also, y'know, clearly desperate to make connections, because he's a people person. He likes other people, he wants to be around other people, he wants to protect people." -- Ian Flynn, on Silver the hedgehog

(NOTE: this quote is from an upcoming Espilver BumbleKast Mini sponsored by @transmanshadow!)

#rabbit.txt #silver the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #idw sonic #idw silver #NATE SENT ME THE LINK TO THE MP3 FOR THE ESPILVER MINI AND I AM NOT EVEN ONE QUESTION IN AND IM A WRECK #SILVER HAS SEEN SUCH HORRIBLE THINGS! HES SEEN PEOPLE HE LOVES DIE!!! ITS HAPPENED SO OFTEN THAT HES USED TO IT! HE EVEN EXPECTS IT!!! #FUCKING DEVASTATING THANK YOU MR FLYNN #btw hearing this quote totally solidified my desire to at some point be on the show as a guest episode. #talking about Silver... for a whole hour... with one of the professional hedgehog understanders themselves!

[allhailthesanders]

Random JATP Headcannons: Bobby and His Passion For Knitting

Bobby is what I called #STRESSED ALL THE FREAKING TIME™

I mean like all the boys are stressed for different reasons (you know with the band, or familial problems, or you know anxiety just being a bitch)

But unlike the other boys he doesn’t have that many great coping mechanisms

He hates how terrified Alex and Reggie look when he beats the shit out of one of their harassers. And he hates how he can’t play guitar after because of his busted hand

He doesn’t have any drums to wail on like Alex, and he absolutely sucks at writing music (that’s why none of his newer music isn’t any good) so he can’t bury himself in songwriting like Luke

He tried smoking but boy oh boy does his asthma flare up for smoking and once Alex found out he worriedly started to carry an extra inhaler for Bobby

Mediating SUCKS it’s too quiet. it’s too still. he hates how he is just trapped with his thoughts 

So with nothing left to him to do Mr. Bobbers turned to his lola (grandmother) for advice

She was a tiny old woman with a black and silverish bob she quickly patted on the floor next to the armchair that she was sitting in furiously knitting something that looked like it was supposed to be a sweater.

Bobby sighed plopping down next to her enchanted by the furious rhythm she had

“Goddammit apo pass me my switch-blade I need to cut the extra... the extra... the extra nakakayamot string”

“Whatever you say lola, but I still need your advice I am just so fucking stressed all the time and I don’t know what do.”

Bobby’s grandmother grabs the switchblade and quickly slices through the extra string before placing the blade back into his hand.

“Well Robert why don’t you calm down for a second. C’mon grab that ball of yarn and knit with me. I won’t teach you but just watch what I’m doing.”

“What you mean you won’t teach and how the fuck will a pile of string calm me down”

“Curse at me one more time, and I’ll show you another way this string can calm me down. Just watch and learn from me apo and keep my blade you’ll need it when you make a mistake”

“Okay Lola I’m sorry for that, I’ll shut up, but I can’t take your blade”

“Apo stop apologizing you have done nothing wrong, if anything you remind me of your father. Plus I have a spare blade in the flower pot now get your lazy ass off the ground and go and grab it for me”

And Bobby learned and learned  and fell head over heels in love with knitting

After that day Bobby left his grandmother’s house with a shiny red and black switchblade, 4 brightly colored balls of yarns, and two sets of knitting needles one bamboo and one metal

AND THE STRESS KNITTING BEGINS

One time the Alex and Luke were fighting and over what to do with Reggie when he walked into practice with a black eye. And Bobby pulled out a scarf he was working on for Reggie and started muttering: knit knit purl knit purl knit purl knit purl knit purl knit knit knit  he was working on it, completing it in 45 minutes.

Fun Fact: is favorite type of stitch and pattern is the Chevron Seed Stitch

When Luke ran away from home a week before his birthday and crashed at Bobby’s place and on his birthday he woke up to a present next to his mattress and inside the box was a slightly janked up knitted beanie that Bobby made for him, and it was obviously made with love

Luke cried a lot that day, but he definitely sobbed the hardest at Bobby’s gift

 When Bobby was teaching Alex how to drive the van he to keep knitting needles in his glove compartment

Reggie and Bobby had found a dog during one of their hikes, and they took care of it together for like a week until the owner reached out to them to get their dog back and Reggie was devastated! Until... Bobby made knitted a little stuffie of the dog

Before every show Bobby would bust out his knitting and go through a couple rows

For Christmas Bobby made the boy special ugly holiday sweaters (two Christmas sweaters and one Hanukkah sweater for Reggie)

Reggie’s sweater was a rich maroon and yellow with a menorah,dredial,horses, and pizza

Luke’s sweater was a royal blue with music notes and mini beanies on ornaments

Alex’s was a pastel pink with drumsticks an inhaler with a Christmas tree on it

IT TOOK SO FREAKING LONG FOR HIM TO FINISH LIKE LITERAL MONTHS

At any given moment you could count on Bobby carrying his knitting needles in his back pocket

One time he saw Alex sleeping in the garage and made it his mission to make him the fluffiest and comfiest blanket

But then the boys died and Bobby stopped knitting. Even holding his needles reminded him of them. It would remind him of the guys, and it would stress Bobby out and give him panic attacks

UNTIL Carrie was born, and he knitted her a three-piece set of baby booties, baby romper, and little hat in hot pink string (Even at 32 weeks old Carrie was serving the looks)

He even made matching sweaters for Carrie, Julie, and Flynn when they were like 8

When Rose started to go through chemo  Bobby started to knit her so many hats and blankets (but not the one he started for Alex)

Bobby did eventually finish that blanket, and he gave it to Carrie the day she left for college

@sunset-bobby I hope you enjoy this I realized how little I wrote about Bobby and I just wanted to thank you for your encouragement. I also hope that you enjoy my characterization of this amazing character. 

 @theobligatedklutz Here’s one of the headcannons I said I would write then like didn’t lmao. I have more coming but sometimes my brain just doesn’t want to write anymore.

Also, to anyone who is reading this if I get anything wrong about knitting or Tagalog please tell me. I have very little experience with both of these things and I would love to learn more about both topics :)

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #bobby jatp #trevor wilson #alex mercer #reggie peters #luke peters #carrie wilson #julie molina #Taylor Kare #man this wasfun to think about and I hope y'all like it #sorry if i got anything totally wrong or if my grammar is off #Bobby definitely would make knitted ghost plushies fo rhte boys #the boys would make little jokes about Bobby turning into a old lady #This was fun #random jatp headcannon #jatp headcannons #my writing #gabby speaks to the dead #his therapist 100%recommened him to start knitting again!!!

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

So Here’s What You Missed on Timeless: Mr. and Mrs. Rosenberg

Greetings Clockblockers! I hope you all had a merry Christmas (or if you’re like me and have no Christmas spirit or you don’t celebrate the holiday, I hope it was a happy Tuesday). But you’re probably stuck now wondering what to do for the rest of your winter holiday.

Hey, I’ve got an idea--maybe get caught up on @timeless-season-three! But what’s that, you say? You only have time for recaps before the show comes back on Jan 13th at 8/7 central? If only there was someone doing rapid-style Glee recaps...

Oh, wait! There is! Read the previous recap here and get yourselves all caught up in time for 3x08: Stagecoach Mary!

So here’s what you missed on Timeless!

It’s 1950 and the government is closing in on Mr. and Mrs. Rosenberg for betraying their country--but Rittenhouse has plans for the couple, and it’s up to the Time Team to get to the Rosenberg family first.

This might be a problem, especially because Jessica is on this jump with Emma, and it’s time to prove she’s loyal. But that’s not going to be super awkward with Wyatt or anything... ha ha ha... ha ha...

*crickets*

Rufus and Jiya on the other hand are having a totally great time on this mission as a couple, with absolutely no problems stemming from Jiya’s three years in Chinatown or Rufus’s death and rebirth that nobody’s really talking to him about.

*more crickets*

Right so relationship-wise everyone’s pretty much doomed.

While the Time Team tries to prevent Rittenhouse from recruiting the Rosenbergs, Flynn and Denise go to D.C. in the present to attempt to get a new safehouse since the bunker’s been compromised. Denise sends Flynn to take care of Temple, but instead Temple points out to Flynn how under-appreciated he is by the team--and also hints that Lucy hasn’t been as honest with Flynn as she should have been. Flynn, shaken, doesn’t even get a shot in.

A literal shot, anyway. It takes a lot more than one rich white asshole to keep Flynn’s sass down.

Wyatt’s got a lot on his plate this episode, running into the mysterious Jane again, and she of course tells him all the answers to all of his questions without a problem and even provides her legal passport.

Yeah no she’s still cryptic as fuck.

Wyatt also has a talk with Lucy about Jessica and his own confusion on where he stands with both women, but then he has to save Lucy from herself when Emma murders Myles Lane, the lead prosecutor on the case against the Rosenbergs, and blames it on Lucy before getting away. Lucy’s ready to kill Emma and possibly anyone who gets in their way, and Wyatt confesses the truth about his mother’s meth addiction and abandonment of her family in an attempt to help Lucy understand that Amy’s vanishing and her mother’s death aren’t her fault.

It’s debatable how well this works, but let’s all give Wyatt a round of applause for showing genuine vulnerability and trying to support Lucy properly again.

Not sarcastic applause, Flynn, sit down.

Jessica, meanwhile, gets to the Rosenbergs just before Rufus and Jiya do, and kidnaps them, leading to a tense stand-off with Emma that leads to not one, but both adult Rosenbergs dead and the fate of their children unknown. With history irrevocably changed on that point and two potential Rittenhouse recruits in the Rosenberg children, the only thing that could possibly make this worse would be if Lucy was the one who’d killed them.

Oh ah yeah about that. She killed Julius Rosenberg to stop him from joining Rittenhouse.

When Ethel vows to work for Rittenhouse to destroy Lucy for killing her husband, Jane appears and kills Ethel instead, an act that seems to devastate the girl, but luckily this emotionally devastating act causes her to stay behind and explain herself.

Aha. Yeah. No.

Jessica’s proven herself to Emma for now, thanks to the handy-dandy listening device Emma secretly planted in Jess’s brooch. But she and Wyatt still don’t know where they stand with each other, which means Wyatt’s not exactly the best at giving Rufus emotional support when he finally gives Rufus the truth about how he died and was brought back. Denise leaves Flynn with a backhanded compliment and some tentative trust, and an exhausted Flynn has had about enough of being there for everyone else instead of the other way around, and so refuses Lucy’s request to talk that night when she seeks reassurance after shooting Julius Rosenberg, officially making it so that literally every relationship in this bunker is on the rocks.

Oops?

With a new safehouse to get to, Flynn’s loyalty possibly shaken, Lucy and Rufus competing for the ‘most angry and lost’ award, Wyatt confused about the women in his life including Jane and Jiya out in the cold, could anything possibly get any worse?

Of course it can, as we’ll find out in the next episode The Lost Colony of Roanoke!

And that’s what you missed on Timeless!

#timeless #timeless s3 #Mr. and Mrs. Rosenberg #timeless s3 recap

[princessajasmine]

#038

Jasmine was sitting on the floor of the bathroom. She was anxious about what she was going to see. She was pretty late and she was hoping that this would tell her exactly what she was thinking to be true. The timer she had set on her phone had gone off. A knock on the door to the room she sat in startled her. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” She called out thankful she had heard the foot steps of a person retreating.

Standing up slowly Jasmine looked at the sticks she had sitting on the counter. The first two had two little pink lines while the third one had the word clearly there in digital form. ‘Pregnant.’ She was held back the squeal. She grabbed her phone quickly finding Alex’s name among the contacts. She started a new text to her husband.

‘I have exciting news. See you when you get home this evening.’

She sent the text and cleaned up the bathroom. She went back to her bedroom and took all of her jewelry off. She changed into some more comfortable clothing. She was off for the rest of the day from both Quarters and Maxwell Publishing. She grabbed some comfy pants from her side of their shared closet and a shirt from his. Rolling the sleeves up she wandered through the house. “Daniel!” She called into the empty house. Sebastian and Flynn were out doing something for Alex. “Daniel?” She said again going from room to room.

“DANIEL!” She found him unconscious in the foyer. She started to shake him when hands wrapped around her waist and a cloth was placed by the other hand over her nose and mouth. ‘No no no,’ She started to think quickly. She hadn’t been paying attention to the front door. She didn’t hear it open as she had been trying to wake Daniel. Her only though had been that it had been open and that was why she didn’t here it.

“One deep breath pretty one.” An unfamiliar voice said in her ear. “I can see why he is so infatuated with you. Enough to marry you.” The voice held the cloth tighter against her face. “He took something from me so it’s my turn to take something from him.”

Jasmine couldn’t stop from breathing in. She needed to breath. She took a small breath the chemical pulling into her lungs and that little breath was all she needed for her lungs to scream that they needed more. To scream at her for a deeper breath. She couldn’t stop her reaction to needing more air. She took in a deeper breath. The edges of her vision becoming blurry.

“That’s a good girl,” the voice whispered softly in her ear. Petting her hair down as she finally did what he wanted. “Maybe he’s broken you in just enough.”

It was the last thing that she heard before everything went completely black. Her limp form being picked up and carried out of the home she shared with her husband. Belle carrying on out in the backyard knowing that her owner was in distress.

“Wake up pretty one.” The voice called to her. She didn’t know how long she had been asleep. Her arms above her head with her toes barely touching the ground. A hand running up her leg. She was determined to pretend to still be out of it for as long as possible. She didn’t want to think about what was going on right then. It could be so much worse if she opened her eyes. “Come now pretty one.” He made her skin crawl, “Okay the hard way it is then.”

Jasmine didn’t know what to expect when he said that. She cried out in pain when she was hit. She tried to curl her legs up as she saw him swinging the metal pipe her way again. “Stop,” She managed to gasp out. She was trying to protect her abdomen.

For nearly two weeks she went through bouts of consciousness and unconsciousness. For nearly two weeks she dealt with the torture. For nearly two weeks she was moved from hanging on a chain like a piece of meat to strapped down to a chair. From the strapped down chair to a bed. After a few days of being tied to the bed to weak to move her captor stopped tying her down. She listened to him as he tortured her talking about how he was going to end her and make her husband feel as he had. She didn’t know what he meant by that. She was getting tired. She grasped at a blanket and pulled it over her gingerly.

She knew she needed to get out of here. Sadly she had none of Alex’s usual tricks on her. They were all sitting on her dresser back at home. Rings. Bracelet. Earrings. All of it at home. All of it part of the rule that she’s never supposed to take it off. She watched as he came into the room leaving food on the table beside the bed. His phone ringing he left the room quickly. The door left open she saw what she hoped was her opportunity.

She got up and started towards the door. She crumpled to the floor. “Fuck Jamie. He can’t be that hard to follow.” She heard the door slamming shut and a car starting. This wasn’t happening. It was to easy. She assumed that he thought she was to weak to move. She hadn’t moved from where she had been for three days. She got back up and used the wall to hold herself up. She moved through the house and found the front door. She never expected to be in a neighborhood that had of all things little white picket fences.

She opened the front door and started down the walk. She stumbled down it as she walked barefoot. She held a hand up blocking the sun. It had been weeks since she had seen sunlight. She wandered into the middle of the road and held turned her face to the sun. A car honking. Swerving. A scream. All of it happening to quickly for her brain to register.

Suddenly lights filled the neighborhood. A blanket was wrapped around her. “Mrs. Maxwell,” A cop was at her side, “We are going to take you to the hospital. You’re husband is going to meet us there.” She nodded her head like she understood. She was made to laydown on a stretcher.

“Pregnant. I was.” She couldn’t get a full sentence out. A needle. She freaked out. Cops and paramedics held her down getting the needle into her. Pushing a sedative through the IV attached to her. She started to calm down slowly. They got her into the ambulance and got her quickly to the hospital. They got her there and immediately started to check over her stats and vitals.

A doctor heard the ruckus by the nurse’s station. “Mr. Maxwell,” He gestured off to the side away from prying ears. “I’m Dr. Wells, your wife’s doctor.” He hated to be the one to bring bad news. “Your wife is currently sedated. However, there was a lot of internal injuries. We couldn’t,” The doctor paused, “I’m sorry to tell you that we weren’t able to save the pregnancy.” He signaled, “If you would like to see your wife,” he walked down the hall a little opening a door, “She’s sleeping but when she wakes it should be you she sees. She’s going to be devastated when she finds out.”