Was thinking about your au and realized that whichever neighbour wakes up last is in for a very awkward reunion
Imagine waking up to your entire neighbourhood being in an apocalyptic scenario, and you’re the last to find out about it-
technically the last neighbor is Sally BUT Julie is the last "normal-sleeping" neighbor to wake and yeah! she sure has a hell of a time! i mean tbh it's kinda her And Barnaby? they wake up within a week of each other (the neighbors wake via Pacific Rim kaiju rules) so their breakdowns overlap <3
❝I just—I feel like I'm going crazy, Doc,❞ Marty says, dragging a hand roughly through his hair. He's hunched forward on the couch and Emmett has the sneaking suspicion that if he could shrink further into himself and disappear, he would try just that. Einstein, possibly sensing Marty's distress, abandons his spot beside Emmett to settle on the couch and lean his weight into Marty's leg.
❝I mean...I mean, how fucked up is it to feel like I hate it here even though everything's better now? Mom and Dad are actually happy and are spending time with each other, Dave and Linda are—hell, I barely recognise them—and the house and—❞
Emmett's gaze drops to Marty's anxiously bouncing knee as he works through his next words, nearly choking on the weight of them. He reaches out a firm, steady hand and places it atop Marty's bouncing knee to still the movements and, with some luck, project some much needed calm into the boy.
Last month's conversation with George McFly rings loudly in his ears—we're worried about our son, Doctor Brown—and the more Marty reveals, wittingly or unwittingly, the more difficult the lie Emmett will have to weave when George inevitably asks what he's learned.
❝God, Doc, last night at dinner they brought up our family vacation—the one we apparently took early last year when the publishing company offered Dad a contract for A Match Made In Space—and I can't keep smiling like I know what's going on when I don't have a clue! Then they keep asking and their tone of voice they sound so concerned, I...❞
He wishes he had something more concrete to tell him. While he understands feeling like a stranger in your own home and among your peers, he has never had the experience of actually being one, so wholly and completely removed from everything you once knew.
There's no hard and fast rule for how these things work. No published works he can read from other time travellers to glean their experiences and compare those to theirs, no sophisticated database even in the future—nothing.
It is all trial and error and Marty, unfortunately, with his unique experience of being the world's first time-traveller and having actively altered his previously existing timeline, is suffering effects of his unintended temporal excursion he never would have dreamed of.
This is not something they will be able to solve in a single night, but it is a much-needed start.
❝If you didn't answer the phone last night I don't know what I would've done. I just—I couldn't take being there anymore. It's stupid, I know, but when I called you and I said our code word and you didn't get it at first I thought—I thought you forgot. That that was something else that apparently just didn't happen because, I don't know, we weren't friends like that or something.❞
There's so much more to the story Marty doesn't say, that Emmett can infer from his body language, but he doesn't push for details for fear of sending him over an already unstable precipice. He is a pipe ready to burst despite how he tries to hold himself together, and Emmett has to consider the ensuing damage.
❝Marty,❞ Emmett says as he leans forward, his forehead creasing with unmasked concern. He removes his hand from Marty's knee to place them both on his shoulders and squeeze, offering a firm, grounding touch. Marty's head drops and beneath his clothing, Emmett can feel his shoulders start to shake.
❝Even if I didn't work out the discrepancy between the codewords, I wouldn't have just left you there if you were calling me for help. That I could ever forget you—it's simply unthinkable! Impossible, even.❞
You are my best friend across the entire space-time continuum.
Marty sniffs and nods. ❝I know, I said it was stupid, but... I don't want to keep being surprised with all these things that happened that I don't remember. Doc, what is the codeword that you remembered?❞
Emmett hums and pulls his hands back. ❝In order to avoid confusion, I suggested we invoke the name of my faithful old companion Copernicus as our code for whenever you covertly needed my assistance. As you would eventually meet him, it seemed fitting.❞
❝See, that's not how I remember it. We came up with the idea in '83. You told me to say something about Einstein.❞
He nods slowly. There was still a discrepancy there, however the ones between the two timelines in this case were extremely minor. Not significant enough for him to have been unable to piece together the underlying message.
❝What were the events that happened as you remember them, Marty? The way I remember it, you were peer pressured into joining that Needles character on some illegal escapade; likely something that would land you into a world of trouble if you were caught. When you refused to take part, you ran off and called me, hoping to keep it secret from your parents.❞
Marty purses his lips as he calls up the memory in question. ❝No, that's—Needles was there, yeah, but it was at a party at Emily Rockwell's place. Her parents were away for the weekend and Needles and his gang wouldn't leave me alone. Then there was a whole bunch of other stuff and—Mom was already drunk by then, Dave was working the late-night shifts at Burger King, and I didn't want Dad or Linda to know.❞
Emmett has half a mind to remind him he doesn't need to justify his reasons for ever seeking out his help, but he bites his tongue.
Instead, he tries to sift through his own memories, looking for a curtain or a doorway to a previously undiscovered mental pathway that would put them back on the same page.
He knows his own memories are changing—adapting. When he thinks back to George McFly seated on his couch, he recalls two different figures, one a pitiful spectre diametrically opposed to the straight-backed, confident man he has known throughout the years.
There are nights he sees through a dense fog—nights where Marty desperately tried anything he could to avoid going back home to his family, offering excuse after excuse to stay until he finally gave in and agreed to let him stay the night under the condition that he inform his family so they didn't assume the worst.
The process has been incredibly slow-going, but if he slowly received memories from a parallel life he once lived, the same must happen for Marty in time. If there was some kind of time-frame he could give him to ease the process, he would.
❝Tell me it's not gonna be like this forever, Doc. That I'm not going to be stuck like this when my family is waiting for—their Marty to remember all the good things they had. What if he never does? If I never do? Is everything I know just a lie?❞
marvin. my man/enby/whatever you prefer to be called. i first asked about the ross lore. in april. of 2023. do it now or else /j
MY APOLOGIES ive been so busy w college stuff currently (am typing on my school laptop rn lol) i will try to work on it today tho during my last class >:)))
up late bc i logged into my old blog and now i cant stop looking thru old shit w ppl who used to be the center of my universe...now i barely remember them lol
I hadn't read the ztd prologue in a while but I'm midway through writing my fic that could benefit from that knowledge so I finally got around to it with some of my friends and I firstly did not recall Sigma losing his cool that quickly but also the only canonical interaction this Sigma has with this Akane being "Swear future you will not lie to past me about how the end of the world goes down" and her essentially lying about not lying is so good and Phi being just as mad at him as Akane but otherwise staying off to the side oough the dynamics at play there
help I once again remembered we are getting animated mighty nein and can't stop thinking of the possibility that we might get to at least have Mollymauk stay alive for a bit longer--
all my old fav youtubers coming back this fall has gotten me into a mood where I've been diving back into old bands I used to listen to religiously. and i gotta say ... they all still slap
there's something to be said about the very specific feeling of frailty you feel when you come face to face with just how little you've experienced. twenty-odd years on planet earth and you haven't really watched all that many movies. an unlived life facing an uncertain future. i do not know where to point the finger of blame because i live untethered from my past, floating in the present with no clear point of reference no clear definition of who i am or what happened to me and how i turned out the way i am (fucking. can you guess why five is my favorite game. insert that one lyric from that one modest mouse song.) but you're still here, and you can still learn, and you can catch up, but it still feels like you're a pitiful little nobody looking for excuses trying to explain why you're still new to the whole being alive thing. i've got a good head on my shoulders, though, for all that's worth, so i think i might be fine.
in other news, i watched scarface tonight. it was certainly a movie. don't really understand how the movie made it big, but it did have some damn good music. i mean, i don't know. i'm still learning about the world i live in. maybe it really is as much of a masterpiece as people make it out to be and i'm too dumb to see the reason why it's considered a classic. maybe i'm right. i can't tell at the moment. it's kind of a beggars can't be choosers situation - if you ain't watched that many movies, then you can't really be a good judge of quality. but, oh, well. it's one more movie watched. it's a win because i watched a movie. and i'll watch more movies.
It's funny/ frustrating that most of the interactions I have in my "busy office reception" job are people looking for other offices. Funny because I am SO sorry but you could not have asked a worse person to give you directions, poor souls. Frustrating because the office is actually not that busy at all and all my work really can be done from home. Which I know for a fact because I was hired during COVID shut downs when the entire campus was remote and worked remotely for at least the first like 4-5months on the job. Which is probably why my manager lets me work remotely during all breaks
Did I mention he's a obvious self insert bc I definitely should have by now. Like. Literally drawn as me if I was in the world of on/e/pie/ce, spoke to Ivankov, and also 7 years older. And I love him. Just wish he had a name... That's always the hardest part ;_;
my shoulder subluxing appears to (so far, knock on wood) cause little to no pain
pros: pain free! nice. mostly just annoying symptoms instead (tingly fingers, hand going numb, loud clicking when moving shoulder, tight muscles)
cons: all i want to do is rip my arm around until the fucker gets unsubluxed because I AM ANNOYED AND DOING SO DOESN'T HURT. all advice: rest, heat, painkillers, low activity. me instead: FLINGING ARM AROUND STRETCHING AGGRESSIVELY MASSAGING PRODDING PULLING YANKING.
hear me out. this is self-indulgent as hell but the idea is that komaru time travels back to before junko destroyed the world... but she has a ghost!junko stuck and attached to her at the same time. obviously she's horrified by this, but she still wants to use the chance she's been given to try and change the future.
and somehow... she manages to get ghost!junko to work with her in order to stop her living self?? i'm not sure how it'd work yet, maybe ghost!junko wants her body back and this'll somehow help her get it, maybe she goes along with it for entertainment because she already knows how her old plans will end... idk yet. but the idea is that komaru gets into hope's peak (possibly early, I forgot how the ages/timeline works WHOOPS) using ghost!junko's help/analysis skills, shocking everyone.
if i was feeling really self-indulgent i could give ghost!junko a "semi-redemption" arc... the living junko would be just as villainous as ever, though. like maybe the ghost junko is more of an "aspect"/copy of the original junko, so she's a little different to her in essence??? that part wouldn't be necessary though. IDK I JUST WANT TO PLAY THIS OUT A LOT NOW
I just spent some time scrolling through this blog and am suffering from sever laughter. Thanks so much for collating the countries craziest moments. One of my favourites is when Scott Morrison was in Hawaii while the bushfires where burning.
December 2019: As Australia's east coast is engulfed in the worst bushfires in living memory, rumours begin to circulate that Australia's Prime Minister Scott Morrison may have secretly fucked off for a holiday in Hawaii.
Keep in mind, this is what is going down in Australia at the time:
The Hawaii rumour is initially written off as a fringe conspiracy, because surely nobody could be that fuckin tonedeaf, and it was quickly forgotten about... until an Australian man visiting Hawaii UPLOADED A SELFIE ON THE BEACH WITH THE PM THROWING A SHAKA.
At which point all hell broke loose.
Overnight the formerly popular "Scomo" became the most despised man in all of Australia. Think "firefighters shouting out of their windows to news cameras" level of despised.
After about two days of radio silence and pretending like he was still at home running the country, the Prime Minister's handlers finally dragged him onto call with an Australian radio station, where he pinky promised to return to Australia as fast as he could in an attempt to calm things down.
Unfortunately Scott's empathy consultant (a real job) then had to watch Scott pour more gasoline on the dumpster fire by uttering the now famous phrase "Look I don't hold a hose mate" when asked by the radio interviewer why the fucking fuck the fuckhead wasn't fucking in Australia doing his fucking job during a massive fucking crisis.
Testing just how much worse things could get, Scomo then proceeded to NOT rush back to Australia as promised, instead attempting to complete the rest of his holiday, a fact that was exposed when a passerby snapped a picture of him still lounging on the beach two days later.
Eventually, holiday complete, Morrison did reluctantly slink back to Australia, and in an attempt to calm things down, he decided to pay a visit to a small town that had been destroyed by the fires.
Which was a big mistake.
Scomo still had not registered how absolutely and totally he had screwed the poodle with his Hawaiian beach vacation, and he walks into what is now taught in PR classes as one of the greatest examples of "what not do do in a crisis" in all of history.
Scotty from Marketing, as he is now dubbed by the nation, spends a painfully cringe-inducing hour wandering around a burned down town with TV news cameras in tow, having to FORCE PEOPLE TO SHAKE HIS HAND in what is some of the most awkward footage you will ever see.
At this point it's probably also worth mentioning that, before becoming Prime Minister, Scott Morrison's biggest claim to fame in politics was being the guy that was so far up the coal lobby's arse that he literally brought coal into parliament and waved it around, claiming it doesn't hurt people.
So when a protest was organised it turned out to be one big national fuck you to the Prime Minister, the likes of which the world has never seen before or since.
Needless to say, at this point Scomo's career was dead in the water, but thanks to the rules brought in to stop Australian political parties from knifing their leader every two weeks (a popular Aussie passtime) Morrison basically couldn't get fired until after the next election.
And so, when the election rolled around in 2022, we decided that was an opportune time to travel over to Hawaii to erect this bad boy tribute to the Prime Minister, on the very beach where Scomo had sat and drank margaritas that one fateful week in December as Australia burned (thanks to @chaser for funding the ticket)