#this is cobbled together from GARBAGE

[dnotive]

I built a Cyberpunk City out of GARBAGE

(AKA: What you do when you’re stuck at home and bored to tears)

So, one of the wilder things I did during the pandemic was build my own cyberpunk city to use for a music video shoot. 

The bones of the project just uses completely randomly pieces of cardboard and other crap from my garage, randomly glued together into shapes that looked vaguely building-like, and spray-painted gray and black to look somewhat on-purpose.

(Party cups and left over toilet paper tubes just add to the aesthetic)

The next thing I did was add dramatic uplighting, because let’s face it... everything looks cooler and bigger and more intense if it’s uplit. Chunks of leftover LED strips work really well, and it’s really easy to isolate just the blue circuits. It creates the illusion of scale which is important for any model to look large.

Of course, no city is complete without BLINKY LIGHTS (and I’m sure you noted already there’s some blinky action on top of the towers here) so I spent a bunch of time googling blinking light circuits and experimenting with them on a breadboard before ultimately extending the wires to glue them to the buildings themselves.

(I  got a basic electronics kit on Amazon for most of the components)

Then, I put white LED strips inside of the bigger buildings (a little trickier to isolate the W circuits but not impossible!) and poked holes to simulate lit windows for ultimate sci-fi street cred.

At this stage, things were looking pretty legit.

The “final” touch was to create a virtual billboard to go in one of the sections. I had an old first gen ipod touch that I made a little slot for and cobbled together a video loop for. (Don’t worry it’s not permanently installed or anything -- it just slides in and out.)

... and of course what dystopian future is complete without flying cars...?

A little platform for a hotwheels car to go on (after it’s all painted green of course for the greenscreen.)

Insert some practical effects, some video-editing magic, and VOILA! ... it’s CYBERPUNK TIME BAYBEE.

I was inspired by a post on here from literally years ago about making a city out of garbage and LED’s and decided to take it to the next level. I’m sure at some point I could save myself the trouble by learning how to 3D model but this was so much more fun.

I probably spent too much time on this but if you’re in any way curious about what the final result turned out to be, the video I built all of this for premieres on October 15th.

#cyberpunk #model building #practical effects #miniatures #electronics #filmmaking #synthwave #retrowave

[enhastolemyheart]

BROKEN — P. SH

pairing sunghoon x reader

genre angst, unrequited love (?)

synopsis who knew that you would be too late when it came to confessing to your childhood crush?

warnings crying, overthinking, proofread but lmk if any mistakes

word count 1.2k

networks @k-films @/hyfenet

note HI! I'm back with a fic!! I wanted to write something out real quick and was feeling like angsty saur this is the result!! Hope you guys like it :)

Why can’t I just say how I feel? Why can't I just let Sunghoon know?

It shouldn’t be hard. It should be natural. The most natural thing on earth. Everyone does it, right? Everyone’s always done it. It’s nothing. Just one small step. A few words. A few taps of a keyboard, even.

I reach for my phone. I’m gonna do it. I could call you, or… no. I’ll text. It’s less stressful that way, for me and for you. It lets us make sure we say precisely what we mean. Less chance for misunderstandings.

I open up my messages and scroll to your name. It’s not hard to find. I could pick your face out of a crowd anywhere. Opening the conversation, I start to type.

Hey Sunghoon, I was just wondering, would you maybe-

No.

That’s not good. It’s too weak. Too apprehensive. You’d smell the fear through the screen. I need to project confidence. I try again.

Hey, do you want to go to dinner with me sometime?

I ponder this for a while, eventually shaking my head. It’s too abrupt and unclear. You might not realise that I mean as a date. You might think I’m talking about a casual platonic meetup. That’s not a mistake I want to make. I want you to know what I’m asking. I want to know what your answer means. Sighing, I glance around my room, searching for inspiration. It’s a waste of time. Hundreds of books and movies, yet not a single one can give me the answers I need. In desperation, I turn to the world’s most treacherous source of advice. The internet.

Sure, there’s a lot of garbage on there, but if you slog past the cheesy pick-up lines and pseudo-psychology, there really are a few hidden gems. Not that I can find them. Almost everything I read is about dating in person. Standing up straight. Projecting confidence through physicality. Maybe even a bit of light contact, a hand on the arm, that sort of thing. Solid advice, but utterly useless to me since, you know, you’re halfway across the country right now. Still, slowly but surely, I cobble something together that sounds more or less decent.

Hey, I know you were back in town recently. How about Friday we go for dinner at that pizza place you like, then afterwards take a walk through the park? They’ve revamped the gardens, and I think you’d love them.

Dinner and a romantic, moonlit walk. That sounds like a date, I suppose. I’ve managed to make my intentions clear. Plus, I sound confident. No umming and ahhing, no self-defeatism. The best thing of all is it gives you an easy out. If you’re not interested, you can say you’re busy that night. If you genuinely are busy, you can suggest another time. It’s not like the park is going anywhere.

The message is perfect. I’ve done it.

I’m ready.

Now, there’s only one thing left to do.

It’s just a shame it’s the hardest thing of all. My finger hovers over the send button, unable to take that final step. I keep telling myself to just press it and get this whole thing over with. But that annoying little voice in my head keeps arguing. What if they say no? What if they decide they hate me? What if they don’t want to talk to me anymore? It’s times like this that I wish I drink. A little bit of liquid courage is exactly what I need right now. That’d shut the damn voice up. But I don’t take a drink. Instead, I do the stupidest thing possible. I give myself time to think. Yeah. I’m an idiot.

Before long, that little voice is running rampant. What am I doing? This is stupid. So, so stupid. Sure, I want more from our relationship. But what if you don’t? What if, by doing this, I ruin our friendship? I don’t want to lose you. I tell myself again and again that I’m overthinking. That you aren’t like that. That it would take more than a bit of awkwardness to drive a wedge between us. But I’m not convinced.

Sure, maybe we’d be fine for now. But what if you find someone else? Will they be okay with us being friends, knowing how I feel about you? I’m not so sure. Besides, I know that you’re not exactly looking for a relationship right now. Truth be told, it’s probably not the best time for me either. But that shouldn’t matter, not really. If two people are right for each other, they can overcome anything, can’t they? The timing might not be ideal, but we can get past it.

Then again- I almost scream in frustration. I can’t do this anymore. Picking up my phone, I delete the message, deciding to wait until you’re back and tell you how I feel face to face. It’ll be better that way. I can put all that advice to use and win you over with my charming smile.

I’m lying to myself, of course.

I know the odds are good that I’ll still find a way to bottle it. I’ll still talk myself down. But maybe, just maybe, I won’t. Maybe I’ll find a way to beat that annoying little voice. Do you know what the worst thing is? You probably think I won’t say anything because you don’t mean enough to me. That my fear of rejection is stronger than my feelings for you. You couldn’t be more wrong. In a weird, paradoxical way, the strength of my feelings for you are what stops me from saying anything. You’re amazing. The most perfect human being I’ve ever met. Every time I see your smile, my heart soars like an eagle. And when I hear your laugh, dimple on display, my body glows with happiness. Even when I’m just listening to you vent about your troubles, I feel like I’m hearing a classic tale equal to anything Shakespeare, Austen, Hemingway ever created.

Because you’ve nailed the most important part of storytelling. You’ve made me care about the protagonist. You’ve made me care about you. And I couldn’t bear it if I did something stupid enough to drive you from my life.

The next couple of weeks pass in a blur. I throw myself into school work, glad of the distraction. In the brief moments I let myself think of you, I begin to convince myself that I really will tell you how I feel. That by not saying anything, I could be robbing us of so much time together. By the week before you’re due back, I’m certain. The next time I see you, I’m asking you out.

My muscles finally relaxing, I slump back into a chair. I’ve spent a long day at my desk and am ready to unwind. Turning on the TV, I grab my phone and begin mindlessly scrolling through social media to catch up with what my friends have been doing. I see some pictures of you celebrating a friends' birthday. I smile. You’re happy, and that makes me happy.

But then I swipe to the last picture and see you wrapped up in somebody else’s arms, your rosy lips pressed against theirs.

Fuck.

My head spins. My chest tightens. I feel like I’m about to pass out.

Putting down my phone, I put my head in my hands and start to cry. Why didn’t I tell you how I feel? Why didn’t I atleast try to see if you felt the same way? Why do I have to be so damn broken?

a/n: tysm for reading!! Hope y'all liked it

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[psalacanthea]

Vampires, Romance, and Other Dead Things- Ch. 7

a new chapter in the Modern AU astarion x drow bard tav story found HERE! Having set up a counter-ambush to an anticipated attack from the other vampire spawn, now all Zyn has to do is drag his ass onstage. He promised Shadowheart one live show, and afterward they'll draw out the servants of Astarion's mysterious vamp daddy.

But Zyn's used to working alone, and it's starting to cause problems.

...

Certain the Harpers were shadowing her, she’d found a back street that didn’t look like it would damage too much if there was to be a scuffle here.  Between a half-dozen old buildings converted into multi-housing units there was an empty lot.  There was a No Excavation notice on one of the walls, which explained why it was here.  Seemed like this place was over one of the many dangerous structures under Baldur’s Gate.

Maybe caves.  Or a drop into the Undercity, like the place by hers she’d dumped Aradin’s corpse down.  A scan showed no convenient dumping spots, however.  A broken stone bench, a lot of weeds, and a few bags of garbage.

“Hey Vamp Juniors,” she called, stepping dead-center between the buildings, gazing up at the sky.  How funny would it be if they were up there, being trailed by invisible Harpers?  Stupid vampires.  “I’m here for my money!  My friends are bringing your guy!”

She stood with her hands in the pockets of her jacket, feeling arrogant enough to do it.  They’d cobbled together a pretty good trap.  No way they’d figure it out.

“Didn’t you refuse the offer?  We were told to get rid of you,” an unfamiliar voice said from the shadows, snide and superior.

He walked out of the shadows with another vampire beside him, scarlet eyes glowing, casual upscale bar look slightly impeded by the…well, by the face.  And the hair.  They hair was the worst, really, with the poofing, and the– well, it looked like a guy with straight hair had tried to make his look kind of like Astarion’s.

His face also gave that impression, weirdly enough.

Budget Astarion.

Creepy, but also triggering to…certain instincts enhanced by her having reached out and touched misfortune.  “I don’t make it a habit to speak with men, they’re too lacking in reason and emotional control.”  She turned her attention to the vampire next to him, tiefling woman with scarlet skin.  Glowing eyes.  Hopefully it meant the vamp daddy could…see out of their eyes or something.

She wanted him to watch.

Angry.

“Do you want him or not?” she asked, noting movement out of the corner of her eye.  A trash can lid, jostled, fell to the ground with a thud.  Bad luck for them.  There were more than two of them, for sure.  “And if you try to sneak behind me , I’ll teleport to the roof and fireball this space, so you can either get out here or you can get crispy.”

“Clumsy,” the elven vamp said, voice high and mocking.  Almost childish.  Okay, maybe she wasn’t the one to speak to.  “Sister Dalyria, isn’t that embarrassing for you?”

“Violet, stop,” Great Value Astarion said.

“I was sympathizing.  Everyone’s always picking on me,” Violet pouted, crossing her arms under her breasts.

Zyn couldn’t tense up as two more vamps stalked out of the shadows– a wistful-looking elven woman and the long-haired shirtless guy from before.  Four was still doable.  They were fine.  “Okay, so I can see the tropes we’re going with her.  Insane child vampire was always a favorite of mine.  Bet you’ve got all sorts of creepy dolls!”

Violet glared at her.

“But I can’t quite place you.  Comic relief?”  she suggested to badly-cloned Astarion.

“Can we kill the prattling bitch, already?” he asked, scoffing and taking a step back.

All of their attention shifted, fast as a hastened monk, as the sound of voices started echoing from where Zyn had come from.  All five of them stood poised in silence as the voices and footsteps came closer, people finally emerging from the alley.  Astarion was being carried over Karlach’s shoulder.

Through the high of bullying, Zyn felt a tingle of amusement.  Of course he’d made Karlach carry him.  What a bitch.

“Got him secured?”  Zyn called.

“Put me down, you brute~” Astarion called with posture still completely relaxed, voice lilting a little too theatrically.  She wouldn’t be surprised if his cheek was propped up in his hand.  

How was he a bad liar, on top of everything?

The man was in politics!

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #tav: zynatheri rivati #vraodt #new chapter! #it's 11k! #sob #it's always bullying petras hours here

[tabdabble]

I empathize with the existential terror puppet Spamton G. Spampton a normal amount and for only comical reasons.

Why is his suit so big? It’s full of secretsTrash. 

[Image ID: A 3-panel comic featuring Spamton G. Spamton from the video game Delatrune. All text is glitched and written with numbers, but here I will write them legibly.

Panel 1: Spamton is sitting in his cobbled-together store at his ‘desk’ (an upended cardboard box). There is a computer mouse nibbling at one of the box flaps, and a sheet of heart stickers half-used, three of which have been stuck to various places on the box. The box features text from Spamton’s store menu screen in-game, such as a list of items and prices, a description of one item, and the words “Deals so good I’ll [$!$$] myself! 116 K“. In the center of the box front is written “SPAMSHOP, Welcome! Open 25/7″ in crooked writing. Finally, there is the option to “Run Away” to leave the shop menu. Behind Spamton is a wall of bricks painted loosely to resemble a blue sky with clouds and a bright yellow sun. At the right, the wall falls away to reveal a black rotary phone sitting in a pillar of light on a stool. Upon the desk rests a large, blue egg. Spamton is sitting with his shoulders back and his hands held before him with fingers outstretched and interlaced. His suit is obviously with padded shoulders and several holes and patches. He sports a small red bowtie and his hair is in a luxurious swoosh to feathery ends. Spamton resembles a ventriloquist dummy with red cheek circles, very long teeth, and a much longer, pointier nose. He is wearing glasses with oblong frames of a bright yellow and pale red, and his pupils are large and pointing in opposite directions. His smile is huge, and his teeth are slightly parted. It is not clear if he’s paying attention to anything in particular. Around the panel are black boxes with white pixelated texts including “Kromer” in front of Spamton’s face, “Hot Singles in your area!” on the left, “Hyperlink blocked” above his head, “Where are my ****ing [Custom and Replacement Keys open 24/7!]” at the bottom right, and finally a small text box stating “Pipis.”, with an arrow pointing to the large egg.

Panel 2: Spamton fills the frame, and is hunched over with his fingers interlocked more tightly, with his index fingers together pointing upwards, resting against the front of his teeth. We can see at this distance that his wrists, hands, and fingers are jointed like a doll or mannequin. He is shadowed starkly, throwing his face into a darker shade. His glasses are perfectly circular, and lit from the inside as their lenses are filled with a glitching .gif texture. His smile is not as cheerful looking as panel 1. Around him are many instances of black pixelated texts, which are glitched and written in numbers but will be written more plainly here:

I work so [Rare, Hard-to-find treasures, only at-] but I’m still in the [Garbage? We’ll haul it away for you!] What else could I be [Doing only the best work!] If everyone doesn't buy my [Carefully crafted and completely unique] [Pipis], they must be [Trash! Trash everywhere!] I’m so [Tired of ads? Block now for only 9.99 an hour!] I [Prey vs. Predator special, only on Animal Planet] so hard. Can anyone [At Ken Garth we hear you!] me? Do I [Deserve only the best!] this? Do intentions change [Anything and everything on sale this weekend!] Am I a [Michael Jackson’s new hit single Bad] person? [Is God real? Call [hyperlink blocked] for answers!] Does [God] hate me? I am in so much [It Burns! Ow! Stop! Help Me! It Burns!] The phone is now very close to Spamton over his left shoulder, and much more detailed. Across it are several blocks of texts that are “Don’t look at the phone” without spaces and over and over and over, eventually trailing off into “H”’s and the number 5 repeated many times. Finally, at the base of the panel in much larger text, is “Can anyone [-we hear you!] me?

Panel 3: Panel 3 resembles panel one, but Spamton’s face is now glitching, apparently duplicated over the first drawing, and his pupils are much smaller as he stares somewhere in the distance. Despite his smile, he seems quite alarmed. The text on the box “Run Away” has been duplicated to cover “Welcome!” as well as the list of items. The only black-with-white-text box left is in front of Spamton’s stretched-open mouth: an “A” in brackets, stretched so that it no longer fits in the black text box.

End of ID.]

Non-gif second image under cut:

#spamton #deltarune #spamton g. spamton #my art #fanart #image id

[beepborpdoodledorp]

whenever someone insults security breach my first instinct is to get upset as one normally does when a piece of media they like is called garbage but then i remember like 95% of my love for it is an idealized version of it that exists in my head cobbled together from my own ideas and other peoples hcs and aus nearly all of which completely rewrite canon into something nearly unrecognizable from the way the actual game goes

#and also the game is indeed objectively flaming hot garbage and I will acknowledge my standards for enjoying something are below rock bottom #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach

[go-to-the-mirror]

this is the georgie and martin one... oh no...

HI @a-mag-a-day IM ABOUT TO BE SO NORMAL. anyway um conflicts of interest: i love jonathan sims head archivist of the magnus institute london more than anyone else in the world barring my cat and my partner.

so let's just. go then, i guess.

I had a half blue in modern pentathlon and another in orienteering from my undergrad days.

I've done a couple of triathlons before, and a few aquathons (see, my favourite part was cycling, and second favourite was swimming, so I wish there was a swimming and cycling one I could do, instead of just swimming and running), but I've never heard of a pentathlon before. Apparently - according to the CBC - it's fencing, swimming, horse riding, and combined running and shooting.

Obviously, we wanted to leave him to his own stupidity and let the Amazon deal with him, but we both knew that it just wouldn’t be worth the paperwork.

ajhdshaghfhg they should have

As I got closer to the shabono, it became clear what was wrong with it. Although each roof was thatched like normal, the stands weren’t made of leaves, but all kinds of different materials instead: long strands of plastic, shards of rusted metal, even oddly shaped hunks of cement.

Hmm

But the inside was just like the outside, and in the worst possible way. There were no people in there, but that’s not the same thing as it being empty. Instead there were … figures. From a distance, they looked like human beings standing impossibly still, but getting closer quickly revealed the lie. They were just the rough shapes, cobbled together out of a hundred different pieces of garbage: a broken metal clothes horse for a ribcage, a plastic chair leg for an arm, rusted screws for teeth. In some cases, it looked like someone had gone to a lot of effort to match anatomy with construction. I saw one with a broken water cooler where its stomach would be, and another had a pair of old oxygen tanks standing in for lungs.

That's really spooky!

He started convulsing, as grey, liquid concrete began to pour from his mouth, from his nose and his eyes. His limbs went rigid and I could see his body starting to swell with it. I don’t know if it was me or Fernanda screaming, maybe it was both of us, but I know it was her that first spotted that the detritus figures were no longer choosing to stand still. That was the last I ever saw of Dr Nikos Anastas. There was never any question of trying to save him.

Oh that is quite spooky. Did they move? Did they become statues? Tis left to the imagination, for your mind to come up with the scariest possible answer while you try to sleep.

In the end, we crossed paths with a group of real Yanomami tribesmen. They were really friendly and, once they figured out that we were lost, they were very happy to return us to a part of the jungle we knew, near our facility. Of course, we didn’t have a good explanation for what happened to Dr Anastas, so we lost our jobs pretty much immediately. But you know what? That’s fine. I’m done with the jungle. There’s something in there, and I don’t know which scares me more: the thought that it’s more than just the things we left behind; or that that’s all it is, and we can’t escape the ruins of our own future.

that is a GREAT last line. ✨spooky!✨

GEORGIE Oh… Because I think he’s going to destroy himself and anyone who lets him get too close. And I don’t want that to include me. Or Melanie.

Alright, alright. Firstly, do I get where Georgie's coming from? Yes, I do. It's hard, having to step away from someone you love because they're going to get you hurt. Giving up one people is hard, and it's shitty when other people tell you that you need to not do that, different situations, but still, same principle. You decide who to associate yourself with, and it's fine to give up on people.

But... being alone sucks, being given up on sucks. I've been there. I've been given up on. You know what sucks more than the fear that everyone hates you? That fear being realized. And that fear was realized for Jon, he wakes up from a coma and has Georgie basically tell him she wished he was dead - maybe not what she said, but that's an interpretation, and if I know enough about anxiety - I know that interpretation is what Jon believes.

Good for Georgie, I guess, doesn't get her life ruined by a monster, I guess. But I sympathize more with Jon. Justified? Sure, but hey, me being alone was justified too. Does it still hurt? Yeah. Is it still a shitty situation to be in, does it still ache to be written off by someone you trusted? Yeah. Yeah, it probably does.

MARTIN Well, sometimes helping people hurts. GEORGIE Sure, but that doesn’t mean everything painful helps. Sometimes people have problems that will wreck you long before you can make a dent in them. And some people don’t want help; they just want other people suffering with them.

And here's the thing, right. I don't have one singular take on this. There's ✨nuance!✨ Like, yeah, does it suck to be written off by a friend? Yeah! Yeah it does! But then, Martin's all... he's doing this whole... hurt himself for Jon - something that, yeah, isn't helping. He's just hurting himself, he's just putting himself in these dangerous situations because maybe it'll help Jon.

Georgie has every right to leave, to protect herself and Melanie. She can't help Jon. Sure, she's saying it in a vaguely victim blame-y way, most seen in the whole "throwing a grenade and jumping on it" thing, cause he didn't chose this, at least not fairly, but she's right to leave, she's right to say this, she feels that she'll just get herself hurt if she tries to help and I get that.

You don't want to set yourself on fire to keep other people warm.

GEORGIE He doesn’t know what he wants. And from the sound of things, he’s run out of time to figure it out. MARTIN It’s easy to pass judgement from the outside. GEORGIE One more reason to stay on the outside.

AND YEAH, IM A LITTLE ANNOYED AT GEORGIE HERE, because she doesn't know what's going on, she doesn't understand and she doesn't get to pass judgement on what other people are feeling and doing and thinking and deciding as someone who's not involved and doesn't want to be involved. Great for her, she isn't trapped in an evil job and gotten turned into a bloody monster. Yeah, I think Martin's right here, for a given value of right. Right is subjective.

MARTIN A-a-and wh-what, you think Melanie’s worth saving? GEORGIE It’s not about worth, but yeah, she’s actually trying to get well, so I’m going to help her. MARTIN This place isn’t a sickness. GEORGIE No, I think it’s worse. MARTIN Look, we’re all just trying to do the right thing. GEORGIE Maybe. Look, life forces you to make hard decisions, but I can never trust someone who goes around looking for hard decisions to make.

You sure that's what's happening? You sure it's not - I dunno - a lot of intentionally crafted rock and hard place decisions for the purpose of ending the world? You sure it's not magically knowing that your... colleague has a ghost bullet in her, and having to decide between violating her trust or asking her and potentially her actually hurting and/or killing you? Sure it's not someone's trapped in a coffin and you're like well, hey, at least I can do something useful? Get her out? Die trying? It's so easy to pass judgement from the outside, to call it a stupid decision when it wasn't. You know what sort of decision it was? A decision from someone who didn't care whether they lived or died in part because of your actions.

GEORGIE Oh, I was, um… … Huh. No-one, apparently. MELANIE Yeah, this place will do that to you. Come on. GEORGIE Sure.

I ONLY NOW REALIZED MARTIN TURNED INVISIBLE WITH HIS SPOOKY LONELY POWERS??? WHAT???

Huh.

Well, in conclusion, really cool statement, I have Feelings about the post statement, and I just think that although Georgie has every right to leave and a point in some things that she was saying, she still said it in a really victim blame-y way, and I'm a little annoyed at her perspective on things. Also, Martin's in like season 3 Jon level of monsterhood, I don't know why he thought he wasn't an Avatar in season 5. Was he doing it unconsciously? Is he at season 2 level, actually?

Right...

Oh! Tomorrow is Cul-de-Sac, one of my favourite episodes... ever. So, look forward to that :3

#tma #tma meta #the magnus archives #martin blackwood #georgie barker #jonathan sims #tma spoilers #mag 149 #tma s4 #landscaping your mind chapter one

[gretahayes]

My unpopular opinion: Wayne Family Adventures is garbage. It's the disgusting junk food of comics -- a cheap knock-off of better material, with all its best ideas stolen from passionate fans who did it better and everything else built from only the most obnoxious, shallow and inaccurate fandom misinterpretations of the characters, all cobbled together by exploited creators (WebToons is notoriously terrible to work for) who have clearly stopped giving a shit.

And the art is just terrible. All of the costumes are hideous, the layouts are even worse than most of what WebToons' terrible formatting forces onto their products, and there's not a single genuine emotional expression to be found in the entire ugly mess.

It's a cheap, ugly, mediocre product that's an insult to the entire franchise.

I'm flatly eh about WFA. I call myself a fan of it cause I do read it, but I don't have any strong emotions about it. I think it's fun and it's hard for me to feel strongly about one way or the other, just cause everything’s so light, but it isn't supposed to be like. A work of art you know? It's like an elseworlds to me cause it's that far detached from canon.

#asks #anon #hot takes center table

[obsidiancreates]

Can i say? I think Donald will be kinda shocked/surprised once he realizes how inscure Donnie is when it comes to his skills, intelligence and appearence, both in Algae and Into the Neon

Absolutely. Donald thinks Donnie is incredible! I know Donald technically canonically gets all of his stuff from Repo Mantis's junkyard, but like... obviously everything he has access to is much nicer, in better condition, and apparently in Rise people just throw away huge blocks of pure titanium for this statement to be true???????? Also he's rich so I don't know why he wouldn't just be buying things online???????????????????????? Anyway my point is he obviously has much, much nicer tools and equipment and materials than Donnie.

So he thinks Donnie is astounding! He's working with complete garbage! Kraangdroid bits that got all smashed up and destroyed in fights, none of it untouched or whole! He's working with old manhole covers, not as weapons but as entire android pieces!!! His laptop is handmade!!! Their vehicles have no smooth designs or sleek machinery, they're all cobbled together with intellect and a dream and lots of spray paint!!! IT'S HORRIFYING YET BEAUTIFUL HOW EVERYTHING STILL MANAGES TO WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But Donnie, seeing Donald's stuff? He feels so terrible. Donald's everything is sleeker, cleaner, more visually impressive, doesn't blow up nearly as much, bigger and bolder and-

Donald can't believe it when he learns that.

And in Neon it's very similar, but there's also an aspect of Donnie does poorly with the materials and processes his dad uses. He can't do it the same way, and to him Donald is the authority on all things tech, THE only one who does tech right! So what does it say about him that he's more comfortable working with lesser materials? That he can't figure out how to make things work unless he's fixing something that looks like it could give you tetanus just by standing next to it? Why can't he just do things right?

Donald has the same sentiments as above. It's wonderful, it's genius, he could never figure out how to make this stuff work, he'd think it was a lost cause, it's incredible that Donnie can make it work again.

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #tmnt crossover

[sammypersaud]

THE BASICS

Name: Samar Persaud.

Nicknames: Sammy, Sam.

Gender: cis Male, He/Him.

Occupation: Sanitation Worker (Garbage Man), Junk Builder.

Age: Thirty-Two.

Birthday: December 15th, 1992.

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius.

Location: Bighorn Hills, Providence Peak, Colorado.

Birthplace: Providence Peak, Colorado.

Orientation: Bisexual, Biromantic.

THE PHYSIQUE

Eye Color: Brown.

Natural Hair Color: Black.

Height: 6′ 0″.

Body Type: Muscular.

Allergies: None.

Dominant Hand: Right.

Tattoos: Probably some kind of dumb tattoo for @ingridlczano (still pending tho).

Piercings: None.

THE INTRODUCTION

Samar Persaud was lucky early in life; born to two loving parents in a single family home in a quiet neighborhood, with a tall tree overlooking their backyard where he spent hot summer evenings pretending to be a rock climber or a knight or an astronaut, feeling free to go as far as his dreams would take him, forever supported by his family. That luck, however, was short-lived when his dad found himself without a job when Sammy was just five years old. Suddenly, the tree that had held his dreams when he couldn’t carry them all turned into his reprieve from a household, spending every moment he could sitting up in its branches so he wouldn't have to be at home, a home broken by a system that had been a set up from the very start. Hours that passed by in the day soon became something he counted with the number of beer cans stacked up in the kitchen, able to spell michelob before he could even spell his own name. His mom attempted to pick the family back up with a part-time job, but it wasn’t enough to stop the once loving home from falling into disrepair, both emotionally and physically. When Samar was old enough, he learned how to use a hammer and a drill and fixed the things his father was too drunk to fix. His fixes weren't perfect and often cobbled together by other things he found laying around, materials he got for free after putting in some work under the table for local hardware stores, and items he found on the side of the road on trash day. Growing up with Ingrid Lozano was enough to keep his sanity. She was his safe place to land when his home grew too much to handle, she was the rock that never budged in his life, the stability he craved from a family that would never be able to give that to him again. They found exactly what they needed in each other, a semblance of a home they never had. Their friendship eventually bled into more and inevitably, they found themselves bouncing from on to off and back again over most arguments that never really meant a thing when it came down to it, yet both were too stubborn to knock it off. They knew a fight never meant forever though, their comfort in one another running far too deep to call their friendship quits. With her support and unsolicited opinions, he eventually purchased a few acres of land in Bighorn Hills with a house that needed more fixes than his childhood home did and a barn that was empty and full of promise, eventually something he filled with the treasures he would find on the side of the street, sitting out for free, during his early morning garbage shifts. He'd take anything he could find home, storing it until he found the right pieces to fit together, and creating something new out of it. He taught himself how to built, weld, and put together the tiniest, most confusing parts of virtually any machine. On Saturdays in the summer, he can be found at the farmer's market with a stall proudly displaying these secondhand pieces he managed to give a new life to.

THE HEADCANONS

Sam has one cat, a giant orange tabby named Poppy, who enjoys roaming his acres of land, will typically live inside during the winter, and will come and go through an open window in the summer. She enjoys lounging in the barn in her cat bed that he made for her while he's working on new furniture pieces. Unsure of what to do with acres of land and having no intention of becoming a farmer (yet), Samar planted a boatload of flowers across an acre and allows whoever to come pick their own flowers, offering a u-pick option or prepicked bouquets in a little stand near the entrance to the field. The only rule is to leave flowers for others and don't harm the bees that may be around the flowers. He still drives a messy, beaten up pick up truck from the early 2000s that used to be his dad's before the man became too far gone to drive it. He repairs it when it needs to be repaired, but it's generally been trusty for most of his life. This man collects vintage Coleman camping items like his life depends on it. Anytime he sees some on the side of the street, it's the holy grail for him. Sam cleans it up, restores whatever is necessary, and it gets to continue to live on during his camping trips. He plays the banjo. 100% serious. He found one on the side of street once with a bunch of free stuff, repaired and refurbished it, and now it's a gorgeous instrument that he plays around campfires and whenever someone asks to hear it (or doesn't, he's a unsolicited banjo player sorry in advance).

#providence.intro #introduction — samar persaud

[woolandcoffee]

Something I have really noticed over the past few months as I've begun practicing Wicca again is that there is a real lack of understanding of what Wicca actually is. And I've seen it not just from beginning practitioners, but from more experienced witches and pagans as well. Beginners seem to think of Wicca as synonymous with anything vaguely mystical, while what I've seen from more experienced practitioners is a tendency to deride Wicca as nothing but cultural appropriation cobbled together into something sort of witch-shaped.

And look. A lot of these misunderstandings are completely understandable. For a long time, Wicca did get set up as the only actual form of witchcraft. Couple that with how much garbage "beginning Wicca" stuff is out there (side note but pagan publishers must be punished for their crimes), it makes sense that someone who doesn't have a great understanding of what the modern pagan/witchcraft movement is would think that it's appropriate to ask Wiccans what we think their "angel number" means. Plenty of Wiccan practitioners have also engaged in pretty egregious cultural appropriation over the years, and modern practitioners certainly could do a better job of addressing that.

However. At a certain point, some of this really starts to feel disrespectful. Wicca is a religion. It is a religion with different traditions and denominations. It is a young religion, but it is a religion with a rich history, and it deserves respect. I can forgive a beginner who is genuinely confused and just trying to begin navigating a new space, though I do think that even beginners have a duty to understand that Wicca is not a catch-all term for anything sort of spooky. Wicca can't answer your questions about angel numbers or demons or crystal vibrations because none of thise things are part of the religion of Wicca. At the same time, experienced practitioners who are not Wiccan need to stop acting as though Wicca is the only pagan religion with faults and flaws. I have seen experienced pagans effectively state that individual Wiccans need to prove that they're not like those nasty, cultural approproative Wiccans that kiss each other in circle and what have you, but then not address at all the fact that cultural appropriation is a problem is basically every pagan revival tradition. Also, please learn what a reimaginist religion is because it's going to put so much more stuff into context oh my gods.

I truly don't have the bandwidth for extensive conversation today, but wanted to make this post as a placeholder to myself for something to come back to tp expand on later.

#woolly rambles #we all gotta do better is what im saying #also if anyone tries to be a weirdo on this post please know i can barely align both my eyes today and you will be ignored

[teaspoonofdragons]

Hello Puyo Puyo fandom it’s me again. I bring you another thing I’ve cobbled together using garbage I’ve scavenged off the road. It’s more Kaiju au :)

Okay so so far. Sig gets forcibly yeeted away from Primp Town by a Kaiju and is now Out in the Wildernesses. alone. and he’s like “i don’t have any sense of direction how am i supposed to get back” and he finds a silly little radio that talks to him and he’s like “hey do you know how to get to Primp” and the radio’s like “OBVIOUSLY I know how to get to Primp only a dullard wouldn’t be able to get to Primp” and Sig’s like “cool,” and he. kidnaps the radio. just picks it up and disregards it yelling at him to put it down because who cares, he needs to get home. Unfortunately, in order to give Sig directions Sig has to consistently tell the radio where he is at current, something the radio suggests is ill-advised. It’s fine, though. Probably.

Elsewhere in the world is a monster that borders on Kaiju classification, who’s consumed another powerful monster capable of magic relating to technology, and has found out how to speak through a radio (but not how to turn the radio off or leave the radio or anything at all aside from Speak and Hear and actually this is more ANNOYING than it is helpful).

anyways thanks for looking at my trash sculpture. here’s a little more. as a treat

#puyo puyo #Puyo Puyo Kaiju #Kaiju au #sig puyo puyo #Schezo Wegey #monster #dragon #sig has six fingers!! on purpose! #for the sake of being Silly #how many times does schezo say sig's name #too many #schezo's horns are blunted in the last picture because he's a Growing Boy #more magic equals BIGGER and SHARPER and COOLER horns #He'll become a megaloceros #that's my real end goal

[lemongrablothbrok]

Tonight, Lemongrablothbrok's Brain Cabaret, featuring the cast of "From Eroica With Love", proudly presents...

"Diamonds..." (or: "Garbage Men Prefer Blonds")

[James appears out of nowhere wearing some patched up pink sack, cobbled together with just enough skill and detail that it's just barely recognizable as an attempt to replicate the pink dress Marilyn Monroe wore in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes]

James [singing and doing a little dance routine, nearly tripping a few times on his "dress", which is too long on him. Also there's inexplicably a full ass band backing James' performance, but no one knows from where]:

"There may come a time when a lad needs a lawyer,

But diamonds are a boy's best friend.

There may come a time when a blond haired employer,

Thinks you're awful nice,

But get that ice or else no dice.

He's your guy when funds are high,

But beware when they start to descend.

It's then that those louses go back to their Klauses,

Diamonds are a boy's best friend."

[end music]

Everyone else: ...

James: Well?

Everyone else: ...

James: You're supposed to clap, you guys. And throw flowers and money and various undergarments. And money.

[beat]

And you, Earl, you're supposed to apologize.

Dorian: Huh?

James [at Dorian in a hissing, accusatory tone]: You know what you did...

#these are the things that go on in my brain. you're welcome i guess. #from eroica with love #mr. james #dorian red gloria

[bashfulgnome]

10 Years of Wrecking, Week 1 - Headcanons

10 Years of Wrecking

Week 1 (Oct. 29 - Nov. 4): Ralph and Felix Week

So for Ralph and Felix week I figured I'd contribute some headcanons! Some of these might be familiar to my Discord friends but some are new:

Felix is a sympathetic crier. If anyone else cries around him for more than a minute or so, he'll start right up and still be trying to compose himself long after they're done. He's aware of this and goes out of his way to reassure the person he's comforting that they don't have to worry about him

Ralph can go onto all fours when he picks up enough running speed, since his arms are bigger and stronger than his legs. He can get some serious traction going, especially with how fast he can move his arms (like when he was helping steer Vanny's kart from the back)

For Felix, bread/English muffins/etc. are just vehicles for eating butter and jam. He just slathers it on in layers and Tamora cannot comprehend how he can even tolerate that amount of sweetness/richness of taste

One of Ralph's hobbies back in the brickpile days was clay-sculpting. He'd gather the good clay from around that lake behind the apartments and the river that runs from it, and when he was done sculpting he'd harden it in a little kiln he cobbled together with bricks (the fire source for the kiln was a metal garbage can with a hobo fire in it). He didn't have great self-confidence so he thought his stuff was ugly (hence why he still said he doesn't make things, just break things) but he shows his skill to the rest of the Core Four and they're impressed with how much detail he puts into it. He'd stared at the apartments so long he has them memorized now, and for detailing he makes smaller strokes with twigs since his fingers are so big.

Given that Fix-It Felix Jr. is one of the oldest games in the arcade, Felix started a tradition back then of bringing freshly-baked pies to the residents of newly-plugged-in games within the first month of their arrival (so that they'd have some time to settle in). Ralph's first time joining in on this was the welcome ceremony for Hero's Duty, and he got a front row seat to Felix seeing Tamora out of her armor for the first time and the handyman dropping an empty cast-iron pie pan on his own foot

Ralph can't stand the sound of people cracking their back/neck/fingers/toes/etc. in a painful or forced way. Tamora does this a lot out of habit when she's sitting for a long time (like when they're all watching the Roster Race) and Ralph grimaces the whole time she does it

The doorframes, windowsills, and other wooden accents in Niceland Apartments and East Niceland all have hidden, happy little carvings and positive messages from Felix, who left them there on purpose when he built/repaired them

#wreck it ralph #10 years of wrecking #happy 10th anniversary! #wralph #fix it felix jr #sergeant calhoun #headcanons

[rainbowsky]

Hi RS! A quick question, was gg really jealous and possessive about dd during the untamed fan meets or in general when they were filming? Especially around yubin? I’ve been seeing a lot of edited videos recently and although I really enjoy them but I don’t know if that was really the case because anyone can make a few reactions seem like jealousy by adding music and effects so I want know if he was ACTUALLY jealous that too because of dds closeness with yubin?

There are a lot of people online who try to make scandals out of nothing - for attention, clicks and clout. They do this because people are gullible and will eat that garbage up like it's fine dining.

Block, ignore, etc. etc.

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

Yubin and GG get along fine, and there is some evidence that they have stayed friends post-cql filming. Yubin was one of the few people who stuck his neck out and spoke up publicly in defense of GG when 2/27 happened, so I think that shows that disgusting lie about Yubin for the lie it is.

This is an example of toxic turtles, BTW, in case anyone was under the impression turtles are all saints who never do anything wrong.

The turtles who make garbage videos like that or try to generate jealousy rumors don't care about the slander they create against Yubin, and they don't care about how bad it makes GG look to try to create jealous stories, all they care about is weaving their little narrative of jealous love, and about getting attention. A lot of that stuff flourishes on platforms like Twitter and YT.

When you see someone cherry-picking clips and cobbling together a narrative from out-of-context moments, you can be pretty darn sure it's bullshit.

And in case I haven't said it enough, JEALOUSY IS NOT ROMANTIC.

Jealousy rumors of that sort about GG and DD are false, toxic and damaging.

#it's in the air it's all around #fandom reflections #antis go home #ggdd entertainment circle #untamed cast #ask

[danpuff-ao3]

Writerly Woes

Whining below cut to be easily skippable 🥲

My big goal was to finish Super Secret Mystery Project this weekend, but now I'm not sure. I had hoped that switching focus to other projects would help me focus better. That can be helpful, but in this case I think seeing how easy writing can be, and going back to a project that refuses to be easy even on a good day, was not my smartest move. 😬

I care too much about this story, but I also hate it too much. I have many regrets. Like...who thought this was a good idea???? Surely not I! (Of course it was me, I'm a dumb-dumb.) And now who's suffering? Yeah: ME.

Right now I'm trying to remember a certain other story (that shall remain unnamed) being a giant pain in my neck. In fact, I vividly remember how much hair I pulled out over that one. And that one turned out great. Surely there's hope for this pile of garbage. Maybe? We can use it for a bonfire or something wdyt?

The good news is that my forays into other projects helps me from feeling like a total failure. And helps me remember that "hey writing actually is fun sometimes!" Also!!!! I've accomplished so much this year already!!!! I also realized today that I've written like 60k+ words this year so far!!!! Holy cannoli!! Truly this could be worse. I could be spiraling way worse than this. But also: I just want to finish this fic. And also for it to be perfect.

And the bright side is, I'm nearly done! With Draft 1 anyway. Only 2 scenes to go, albeit longer scenes. I'm really close to the finish line. I could just sorta scramble ahead to the finish and then prod it into shape in an edit. I struggle with letting myself cobble something together intending to fiddle later, but surely that would be better than my current state of "can we use this as kindling?" feelings.

So okay, maybe I'll actually finish it this weekend. But it's going to be a miserable time. And I'm not 100% I'll wanna look at it ever again, which is going to make editing hard. But one thing at a time, right??

#danpuff stuff #writing #complaining #whining #writerly woes #i'm having a bad time rn

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 149 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: mowing the lawn.

"For a start, there wasn’t a lab, not really." Not really-counter of S4: 17!

"That was when I noticed how quiet it was. Aside from the rain the jungle cacophony had simply stopped." Different Entity, but there was something similar in MAG 133, coincidentally also in the Amazon: "at some point I realized that there were no animals around us anymore, that the Amazon had become strangely quiet." And way back in S1 I recall something like this as well, in MAG 37: "As I stood there on the edge, I realised the trees around me were completely silent, and after a few seconds of examination saw that it didn’t look like there were any animals at all around this clearing." MAG 51, that one was underwater, so no sounds, but still absence of the usual life: "It was during that descent, when I saw that our two points of light were the only signs of movement down there, that I noticed the absence of life." [...] "Still, it was a surprise that we haven’t seen even a single school of fish on our journey to the sea floor, and once we were down there it was just as lifeless." I can't recall if there had been even more similar descriptions about an eerie silence when nearing a location heavily under the influence of a Dread Power, but that's now the fourth time it has been pointed out.

"From a distance, they looked like human beings, standing impossibly still, but getting closer quickly revealed the lie. It was just the rough shapes, cobbled together out of a hundred different pieces of garbage" Hm, reminds me of Annihilation. The plants that grew into shapes of people. So in a way the exact opposite as here, nature vs. artificially made.

"In some cases, it looked like someone had gone to a lot of effort to match anatomy with construction. I saw one with a broken water cooler where its stomach would be in. Another had a pair of oxygen tanks standing in for lungs." Okay, so I think my first thought to this would have been: art installation! (I know, it comes up later.) There's a ton of stuff like this out there and a lot of these in the middle of nowhere. Heck, we went with our school into a forest near the Czech border for a week to build a woven wicker pavilion around trees as an art project.

"It felt like they were choosing not to move." It's been some time since we had static during a specific sentence in a statement. I feel like in S1 we got this all the time and then it happened fewer and fewer.

"The lifeless concrete viper spun around, opened its mouth, and bit Doctor Anastos on the wrist. He screamed, but only for a second, because after that his throat was full. He started convulsing as gray liquid concrete began to pour from his mouth, from his nose, and his eyes. His limbs went rigid and I could see his body starting to swell with it." Hm, that is probably the one manifestation of one of the Fears that can't be stopped with concrete?

"But I know it was her who first spotted that the detritus figures were no longer choosing to stand still." Ah yes, more static.

"It was the last I ever saw of Doctor Nikos Asantos" Wait, wasn't his name Anastos? XD (I know, the transcript says Anastos, but Alex says Asantos here xD Can relate, I sometimes mix up letters in the same way...)

"In the end we crossed paths with a group of real Yanomami tribesmen. They were really friendly, and once they figured out we were lost they were very happy to return us to a part of the jungle we knew near our facility." A few years ago I watched like 2 seasons of documentaries by a German dude who sold all his belongings and went to Ethiopia to live with the Suri and sometimes days and weeks alone in the wilderness. He mostly recorded videos on his own. A TV channel then asked him to do this in other regions of the world as well (with a poor camera man who had not that much experience with that sort of adventure xD), Sumatra, Brazil, Papua New Guinea etc. He ran into a lot of indigenous peoples and ALL of them were super welcoming and friendly! It only happened once that there was misunderstanding at first, but nothing that couldn't be solved by offering them cigarettes xD Is there still the misconception of “not civilized" = brutal savages...? I mean, sure, media like the mentioned Cannibal Holocaust absolutely doesn’t help... Same goes for the mass hysteria about sharks being so dangerous after Jaws. 

"The thought that it’s more than just the things we left behind? Or that that’s all it is, and we can’t escape the ruins of our own future." And static one last time^^

GEORGIE: "You must be Martin." MARTIN: "Yeah. Has Melanie been talking about me?" GEORGIE: "Oh, um… Jon used to go on about you a lot." Yeah, there's no way Georgie didn't have a hunch back then...

MARTIN: "Oh. Oh, wait – wait, I thought Melanie-Georgie and Jon-Georgie were…" GEORGIE: "Same – same Georgie." MARTIN: "Oh. Ah, so you and Jon…." "... used to date?" - Cue jealous and petty Martin! (Also, judging by the amount of Michaels it's a reasonable assumption that not every Georgie was the same Georgie xD)

GEORGIE: "...aren’t really talking anymore." MARTIN: "Right.... Why not?" There he is!!! *Tyler Cutebiker style* Git 'er! Git 'er!

GEORGIE: "Because I think he’s going to destroy himself, and anyone who lets him get too close." That is LITERALLY what Jon said in S3, he thought everyone who's too close to him is in danger! Jon wanted to move out twice because of that and Georgie talked him out of it every time!

MARTIN: "Maybe he just needs some help." GEORGIE: "I did help him, as much as I safely could, but he just carried on anyway." Helped him how? By threatening to "flush his drugs down the toilet"? I don't think that has ever helped anyone.

GEORGIE: "Sure, but that doesn’t mean everything painful helps. Sometimes people have problems that will wreck you long before you can make a dent in them" Absolutely 100 % agree on this one!

GEORGIE: "and some people don’t want help, they just want other people suffering with them." MARTIN: "Jon doesn’t want that." GEORGIE: "He doesn’t know what he wants. And from the sound of things he’s run out of time to figure it out." MARTIN: "It’s easy to pass judgment from the outside." Oh, fuck you, Georgie, you have no idea! Absolutely, what Martin says. Yes, Jon does kinda run out of time, but not in the way she thinks (and I don't even mean this in any grand Web-sense. Even based on everything we know up to this point it seems like he's on a deadline, either for getting statements without hurting people or stopping all the apocalypses. Georgie does kind of know of the rituals, but I don't think she's aware of the scale of that. Much less about Jon's general condition...)

MARTIN: (wry laughter) "And- and you think Melanie’s worth saving?" GEORGIE: "It’s not about worth. But yeah, she’s actually trying to get well, so I’m gonna help her." You can't say one thing and then throw a "but" in there. I would have loved to find out if Melanie ever told Georgie about the Slaughter bullet... Melanie also didn't want to get better when still in it. And after the removal she didn't even have the obstacle of starvation, so I think she had a bit of an advantage on that front... 

GEORGIE: "Jumping on a grenade is only heroic if you weren’t the one who actually threw it." MARTIN: "That’s not what’s happening." GEORGIE: "Okay. It’s still not something I want any part of." Absolutely fair to decide not wanting to be a part of whatever is going on. But a shitty thing to judge, judge, judge, judge... Conversations like this hardly lead to anything good. Everyone is so wrapped up in what they believe and get blinded by emotions, people don't want to hear what the other party says, much less consider it. They just want to defend their stance and tell the other one they're wrong. For the story per se a very believable situation.

And then we finally get Martin doing some OOOooooOOooo!^^ Both the Eye and the Lonely have so handy abilities. Also, Martin never seems to actually be dependable on causing more fear either as opposed to Jon or Daisy. So is there canonically a point of no return? And when does that happen? Jon already could compel people by MAG 61 (1st December 2016), so smack in the middle of S2  after he was Head Archivist for about one and a half years or something? Only in MAG 107 we learn about his apparent physical dependence on statements (somewhere between 14th and 29th June 2017). So it was a good half a year from demonstrating abilities until dependence (the latter could have happened earlier, but we won’t find that out... Didn't seem to affect him too hard when he was with the circus for a month). We don't know exactly when Melanie got shot, she said in MAG 76 she had her flight booked (13th February 2017) and got employed in MAG 84. Though we don't get any dates between MAG 81/82 (18th February 2017) and MAG 89 (24th April 2017). Melanie displays the first effect of the bullet in MAG 98 (so between 29th April 2017 and 2nd May 2017) and MAG 102 (end of May 2017), so that was rather fast. The Flesh attack happened 2 months before Jon woke up, so about December 2017, by then she seemed properly into the Slaughter since she could defend the institute quite well. She got the bullet removed between 15th February 2018 and 3rd March 2018. Martin started doing work for the Eye as an archival assistant in late spring/summer 2015 (depending, when Gertrude died - I think it was March and that one thing in MAG 25 with May was a bit of an error), started recording statements in S3 (so second half of February 2017) and took Peter's deal after the Flesh attack in December 2017. It's now somewhere between 20th July 2018 and 14th August 2018, about 7 to 8 months into the Lonely. He'll start his break up with the Lonely on 25th September 2018, so about 2 months-ish later. I don't think there's like a hard time limit on this, dream logic, narrative reasons etc. but I like to have a timeline for all these progressions and why not do it here^^ 

@a-mag-a-day

#a-mag-a-day #mag 149 #tma #tma spoilers