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m---resources · 2 years
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hey friends, i now also have a full collection of the granada holmes episodes on my resources page. [edit: currently hidden but i’ll help you if you send me a dm] they’re 44gb worth of 1080p .mkv files, english subtitles included. [pw in the tags]
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hannimatior · 9 months
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marty says hello! marty is a very sweet tabby kitty who’s know for having super super soft fur. they are one of the most relaxed kitties and love to take little naps or go on quiet walks. marty loves to just sit with you and be around you, no matter what you’re doing! :3
marty is named after the first cat I ever really got to know super well, we lived on the same property and while he wasn't my cat specifically, he was always there for me during a really rough time in my life and brought me a lot of peace. I don’t have very many good pictures of him but I wanted to share some! marty is based on the unlabeled flag!
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mysticdragon3md3 · 5 months
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What the heck is this out of no where?!?! This wasn't even announced at any previous WonHobby events! O.O!!!
All the people commenting "Great scott!" In this Twitter thread, but no "This is heavy"s yet. 😂
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martypilled · 9 months
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floating linnell moment
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bg-sparrow · 1 month
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Whumpril 2024 Masterlist!
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In which Marty finds himself living an outlaw’s life alongside Buford Tannen in the Old West, where danger, death, and disease abound.
Stand There and Bleed || BG Sparrow || Rated T
Limp [X]
Sweat [X]
Shame [X]
Swaying [X]
Reckless [X]
Dizziness [X]
Hesitation [X]
Bloodshot [X]
Self-Doubt "Why didn't you tell me?" [X]
Adrenaline [X]
Can't Sleep [X]
Weak Pulse [X]
Angry Tears "You brought this on yourself." [X]
Urgent Care [X]
Mind Games Caretaker Makes it Worse [X]
Coughing Fit [X]
Hallucination Brain Fog [X]
Broken Glass [X]
"I need you." [X]
Touch Starved Crutch [X]
"Just hold on." [X]
Stoicism Breaks Allergic Reaction [X]
Presumed Dead [X]
No Time to Rest Eyes Rolled Back [X]
"Brace yourself." [X]
"How could you?" [X]
"Please don't go." [X]
Fight/ Flight/ Freeze No Appetite [X]
Reluctant Caretaker [X]
"We're out of time." [X]
ALTERNATES:
Crutch || Brain Fog || Contagious || No Appetite || Reassurance || Blanket Nest || Eyes Rolled Back || Allergic Reaction || "You're pathetic." || Reluctant Whumper || "Why didn't you tell me?" || Caretaker Makes It Worse || "You brought this on yourself."
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chubmle2 · 2 months
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MY BTTF HYPERFIXATION IS BEING FED WELL GUYS💥💥💥
I’ll post my posters later (also dw I put the record back in the sleeve I’m not tryna damage my favorite record guys😹)
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tqmlecherocuki · 4 months
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The.
Comfort charactr thing waoao
My interpretation of Malk is closer to Martin's than Milk's canon personality... the little he has, that is.
⁉️⁉️⁉️AMERICAN MILK⁉️⁉️⁉️
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galaxywhump · 8 months
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Just wanted to share this absolute monster of a citation I spent like half an hour on. So that's how I'm doing right now.
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frazzledazzlin · 2 years
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FINAL IMAGE FOR TODAY how could i forget them
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doctorbrown · 7 months
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DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 8 / 31 * OUTATIME 」
October 26, 1985, Lone Pine Mall
01:36
❝Doc... No...❞
When Emmett comes back to his senses, the shock of what he was convinced may still be certain death despite his precautions finally fading enough to bring the world back into focus, the first thing he's aware of is this hot, throbbing pain in his chest snaking out along his ribs.
It feels like he's been caught repeatedly at the wrong end of a sledgehammer, taking blow after blow until the wind was thoroughly beaten out of him and he'd forgotten how to breathe.
When he does finally remember to breathe, that first breath brings with it an inferno that sets his lungs ablaze and Emmett snaps his eyes open, half-expecting to find the flames of hell burning over him.
Instead of hellfire and damnation, he's greeted by the crisp autumn chill and the black of the night sky, tinged slightly white in the distance by the light from neighbouring cities.
Then, the soft sound of sobbing at his side.
Emmett bites back a pained groan and pushes his aching, protesting body up off the cold pavement until he's seated upright. An ache in his temple begins to make itself known, but he doesn't remember hitting his head in the fall, so he catalogues that as something to concern himself with later, when they're both back in their respective homes, well away from here.
Marty whips around, eyes wide, and he gawks like he's just seen a ghost—or, more appropriately, someone rise from the dead. The wheels turning behind Marty's red, puffy eyes are all-too visible, and before he even needed to guess at what his best friend was thinking, he blurts out, ❝You're alive!❞ hopeful and breathless, yet still with a tremble to his voice that suggests he almost can't believe what he's seeing.
An apology dies on Emmett's tongue as he rips open his suit to show the vest beneath, and he silently wishes he could have warned Marty before this; let him know of his change of heart, his willingness to play fast-and-loose this one time with his own rules, but the risk was too great.
For thirty years, he's turned that night around-and-around in his head. Emmett hasn't been able to shake the thought since the night on the town square, when Marty made it known that his father had exhibited behaviour previously uncharacteristic to him, and yet his existence had still been restored. The space-time continuum had not unravelled due to one single, perhaps minor change in the grand scheme of things, and when he thought about the desperation carved so deeply into Marty's face, his insistence upon telling him despite his wishes to the contrary—
He had already done so much for me.
This night was the catalyst for Marty's accidental displacement in the first place, and if he had changed the events leading up to that and prevented him from taking the DeLorean, there was no telling what paradoxes may ensue.
It would have saved him immeasurable stress and heartache, but the risks of unforeseen consequences that were even worse than what Marty had endured were not worth it.
Emmett blinks as the ache in his chest flares up again and nearly misses the way Marty pleads to know how, desperation creeping into his voice alongside the relief. As he reaches into his breast pocket, Marty sniffs and drags his sleeve across his eyes, and Emmett carefully pulls out a piece of paper worn and wrinkled and yellowed by time, covered in so much tape that it nearly shone under the parking lot lamps overhead.
Marty's face screws up in disbelief as he takes the paper with trembling fingers, his eyes beginning to shine with another wave of fresh tears as he reads the now thirty-year-old note that he had written not three hours ago.
❝Well, I figured—what the hell?❞
Marty chokes on another sob as he tries to laugh and Emmett grunts as the boy crashes into his aching chest, flinging his arm around him. ❝I was—God, Doc, I thought I'd never see you again, I thought—❞ He nods and returns the hug just as tightly, ignoring the pain to allow Marty to bury his face in his shoulder.
❝Believe me, Marty, for a second there I was afraid this bulletproof vest really hadn't worked. Those things pack one hell of a punch. But I've had thirty years since I read that letter to think about what I would say to you.❞
Waiting had been a long, torturous ordeal in which he often found himself worrying if he had really been on track to finish the time machine by this very date, October 26, 1985, or if, somehow, following rules he was not yet fully aware of, Marty's unforeseen appearance in the past had delayed that, thereby pushing everything off-course.
As the pang of loneliness grew over the years and even his complete dedication to the time machine couldn't fill the hole that his friend's absence left, he often found himself wondering about their meeting; he'd made Marty promise not to divulge any information as to the hows and whens. Knowing that they would someday meet was already far too much.
❝Do you remember what I told you back in 1955?❞ Marty's shoulders tremble as he nods and for the first time, Emmett notices the fire engulfing the destroyed Foto Fox kiosk and the overturned van caught in the blaze.
❝I meant it, when I said that everything would be fine. And I wanted to say thank you. For everything.❞ Marty mumbles something into his shoulder that Emmett doesn't quite catch and he pats the boy twice on the back.
He's loathe to cut this moment short, but they're running out of time.
❝Are you feeling alright to stand, Marty?❞ The irony of that sentence isn't lost on Emmett, considering the fact there were several rounds still caught in the Kevlar of his vest—a grim reminder of his own mortality—but he knows that, in spite of the pain, he'll be able to get himself up and about.
Marty has had a far more taxing several hours than he; the boy is probably running on adrenaline and fumes.
❝Yeah, yeah I'm—Jesus, Doc, I should be asking you that! You just got shot!❞ Marty suddenly pulls himself away, as if Emmett's skin had turned to fire. ❝Wait, wait, how are you feeling? Are you in pain? Is something broken? Shit, I wasn't even thinking wh—❞
Emmett holds up a hand before Marty can get carried away. ❝It's just a little soreness, it'll pass with some rest. Come on; we should pack up the equipment and get out of here. We'll load the DeLorean into—❞
He frowns; the car was nowhere in sight. ❝What happened to the DeLorean?❞
Marty hops up to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. ❝You remember last week when I took you out to see where I hid the DeLorean?❞ Emmett nods, pointedly leaving out the fact that, for him, this happened thirty years ago, but that week is still such a vivid memory even now he doubts he could ever forget it.
❝I mentioned there was something up with the starter and, well, it died again once I made the trip back. I didn't have time to try and get it started, I was—so I left it in the town square, about a block down from the theatre.❞
Emmett checks one of his watches for the time—01:54—and disguises a groan as a thoughtful hum as he gets himself to his feet, working out a plan. ❝The car should be fine while we get everything taken care of here. At this hour, it's unlikely that anybody will be driving through there what with everything closed, and if the car won't start, there's little chance of it being stolen.❞
Einstein barks from inside the van and looks off into the distance, mimicking his master's thoughts. ❝What worries me is the police arriving—somebody likely heard the gunshots and our presence here, especially with me looking like this❞—Emmett gestures to his bullet-riddled clothing, something Marty tries not to look at for too long—❝will raise more questions than I care to give them answers to. The police are already wary of me.❞
Marty nods and Emmett has the sneaking suspicion he doesn't need any further encouragement to get as far away from here as possible. ❝You got it, Doc. I'll, uh, help you grab some of your stuff.❞
❝Hop in the van when you're done. After we grab the DeLorean, I'll bring you home.❞
Marty takes off and as Emmett bends down to grab the case of plutonium, another wave of hot pain spreads across his chest, twisting his face up into an expression he's glad nobody's around to see in the moment. I bet if I was twenty years younger, this wouldn't be so bad.
He bites his lip for fear of worrying Marty, and hoists the box up, noting that it feels a good fifteen pounds heavier than he remembers it being about half an hour ago. He secures the box behind the driver's seat, checking the straps to ensure it doesn't get knocked around during transit.
The remote control is next, and as Emmett plucks it off the ground, Marty shouts, bounding over with something in his hands.
❝Hey Doc, what do you want to do with this?❞
It takes him a moment to realise that the slightly bent, charred object in Marty's hands is the DeLorean's licence plate and when he does, Emmett finds he can't help but smile.
OUTATIME.
Yes, they almost were.
❝Throw it in the van. We'll take it with us.❞
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thevalicemultiverse · 10 days
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Official TOMSA Notice: We highly discourage attempting to time travel for financial gain as doing so without proper licensing from TOMSA or a sanctioned Department of Chronology is a crime and earns a minimum of 10 years in Hourglass.
Addendum: Stop trying to game the lottery, you know much they tax those winnings? Not worth the jail time. - HCS Theta-Prime
Marty: Oh shit -- now there's a good reason not to mess with time travel for coin collecting, you'll get the time cops on your ass.
Doc: Considering how persistent our questioner was, I'm not entirely certain a notice like this would stop them. Especially since the notice does mention that doing so "without proper licensing" is the issue...
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m---resources · 2 years
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hey friends, i have started a mega folder of the interview with the vampire episodes in 1080p on my resources page. [edit: currently hidden but i’ll help you if you send me a dm] [pw in the tags]
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essektheylyss · 1 year
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My unpopular PNW opinion is that it's ridiculous that people consider it weak to use an umbrella around here instead of just relying on a rain jacket, for several reasons.
First, the rain in these parts, on average, is not actually that bad, and half the time I don't need an umbrella or a rain jacket, so why would I not keep a compact umbrella in my bag instead of lugging around a bulky jacket all the time.
Second, a rain jacket does not cover my backpack, and I have books and a laptop in there, which I do not want to get wet, for obvious reasons. And if I do not have at least three methods of entertaining myself with me at all times, I will keel over and die. Like a shark.
And third, and most importantly, rain jackets are the fucking ugliest item of clothing on the planet, and they do not go with anything except athletic gear, and I have a very carefully curated aesthetic to maintain here that I will not be compromising on because God decided to spit upon me today. I will not be sacrificing my cozy, chic outerwear for a little bit of goddamn rain.
In conclusion, what is in fact weak is letting the weather ruin your style and wreck your shit instead of carrying a fucking umbrella.
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persoaprilo · 1 year
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SHE'S MINE, ALL MINE
And here you can see my humble collection of different stuff, starting from rare Coca-Cola bottles and ending with figure of Planet Express ship
Also I have a small collection of self-built models of Boeing 787 Dreamliner, Boeing 737 Max and never finished Boeing 747-800, but I won't show them to you unless you ask for it :p
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wildwormies · 2 years
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Are you still taking snips requests? It so may I suggest The Other Martins?
Ah, every Chris kinnie’s favorite💕
Edit: Snips are gonna be lower quality bc the usual site I use doesn’t have all the episodes😔
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Oh you poor sweet fool. You’re completely clueless to the suffering you’re about to endure.
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Ok but the hug is cute
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Actual children
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Martin being the main character block
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Chris being the human embodiment of a kicked puppy block
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Crechur frens block
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THIEF
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GIRLS COMFORT HIM😭
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[Padme voice] You’re going to make 2 pine marten discs, right Aviva?
You’re going to make 2 discs, right?
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Isn’t that literally just the black footed ferret suit tho (fair bc I wouldn’t know how to make them distinct but still losing points for being blatant about it)
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“Kinda reminds me of Chris, and I have a lot of experience tackling him!” Bestie ik you’re not malicous but you really make it sound like that sometimes (and i love you for it)
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BOY NOOO
YOU CAN HURT HIM ALL YOU LIKE BUT I WON’T TAKE THIS SLANDER
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“The day’s not over yet!” Aviva the episode ends in less than 2 minutes
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Ok his little run holding up the suit for his bro is also cute
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Ik we like joking about Chris not being ok at the end but the fact I’ve said I’m going to “lie down” when I was in fact fighting for my life. Mans can pretend he’s fine but he won’t emotionally recover from this for days
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bg-sparrow · 7 months
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Doctober 2023 Masterlist!
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A BttF Doctober 2023 Drabble Collection by BG Sparrow [AO3]
1. Sunrise [X] 2. Desert [X] 3. Gun Fight [X] 4. Light Blue [X] 5. Alarm Clock [X] 6. Ticking Time Bomb [X] 7. Family [X] 8. Outatime [X] 9. Zipline [X] 10. Nuclear [X] 11. Briefcase [X] 12. Train Tracks [X] 13. Photo Album [X] 14. Coffee [X] 15. Invention [X] 16. Stage [X] 17. Einstein [X] 18. Letter [X] 19. Memory [X] 20. Rearview Mirror [X] 21. Improvement [X] 22. Constellation [X] 23. Nostalgia [X] 24. Record Player [X] 25. Cafe [X] 26. Anniversary [X] 27. Thunderstorm [X] 28. Metallic [X] 29. 2023 [X] 30. Sunset [X] 31. Finale (Free Day) [X]
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