nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early
astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: what?
astronaut: *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early
astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: what?
astronaut: *loading a pistol* moon’s stuck in a time loop. do you have extra ammo? this won’t be enough.
nasa employee: enough for…what?
astronaut: *finding extra clip of ammo, pocketing it, and getting back on the rocket-ship* don’t worry about it!
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early
astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: what?
astronaut: *emerging from supply closet with a space harpoon, getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: oh hey u guys are back early
astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: what?
astronaut: what?
nasa employee: how did you know what i was going to say?
astronaut: *punching in key pad code for base evacuation signal, getting back on the rocket-ship* i told you…moon’s stuck in a time loop.
*red warning lights begin flashing*
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early
astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: what?
astronaut: *rifling thru bookshelf of operating instructions, selecting one that says “AIRLOCK MANUAL OVERRIDE INSTRUCTIONS,” getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early
astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: what?
astronaut: moon’s stuck in a time loop. hey, do you have anything to eat? i’m starving. *opens random drawer, finds nothing, closes it*
nasa employee: a time loo- uh, we don’t have food in here…we can’t…eat in the control room, only the break-room.
astronaut: *sighs*
nasa employee:…my lunch is in like 10 minutes, though, and if my lunch is actually STILL THERE and not STOLEN, AGAIN, i can share it with yo-
astronaut: nah, that’s ok…no time. *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* or…too much time. but thanks, anyway. OK, bye!
*alarm begins blaring*
nasa employee: you’re…welcome? wait, a TIME LOOP?!
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early
astronaut: yup.
nasa employee: …?
astronaut: *sitting down next to nasa employee* so…do you ever like…wonder what the meaning of life is? the secrets of the universe?
nasa employee: aren’t you supposed to be ON the MOON?!
*alarm begins blaring*
nasa employee: hey, what the hell is that?
astronaut: that’s the code red override klaxon. moon’s stuck in a time loop. oh, and there’s an explosion imminent. But don’t worry, we can deal with that tomorrow. So, you have any siblings? *pulls beer out of space suit, cracks tab* want a drink?
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early
astronaut: do you know frank in IT?
nasa employee: what?
astronaut: do you know frank, who works in IT?
nasa employee: yeah, but why are you guys back so early?
astronaut: moon’s stuck in a time loop. call frank, tell him there’s a virus in the security patch and the system’s compromised. then get the hell out of the base.
nasa employee: wait what? what? where are you guys going?
astronaut: *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* back to the moon. it’s stuck in a time loop. call frank!
nasa employee: *picks up phone* ugh, straight to voicemail. i wonder wha-
*alarm begins blaring*
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early
astronaut: *grim silence*
nasa employee: i said, you guys are back early…hey, what are you…?
astronaut: *randomly opening drawers until they find a pair of scissors and some duct tape, getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early
astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: what?
astronaut: *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.
*sticks head back out the door of the rocket-ship* by the way, if you go to the break-room in exactly 2 minutes and 45 seconds, you’ll catch the person who’s been stealing your lunches for the past two weeks.
nasa employee: what?! WHO IS IT?!
*alarm begins blaring*
nasa employee: *running for the break-room* FUCK!!!!
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early
astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: what?
astronaut: *sits down, sighs, pulls a beer out from their spacesuit* moon’s stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: …ok, and? hang on, how did you get a beer? you can’t have that in here.
astronaut: what do you know about project floyd?
nasa employee: I mean, the usual amount? i’m not really on the project anymore, why?
*alarm begins blaring*
astronaut: COME WITH ME TO THE ROCKET-SHIP, we don’t have ti-
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early
astronaut: yeah. moon's stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: what?
astronaut: *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop. see you tomorrow. maybe.
nasa employee: WHAT?!
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early
astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: what?
astronaut: *sighs, rubs hands over face, and loads pistol, before getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop. and, uh…you should call your mother like you’ve been meaning to. and tell her you’re not actually mad and that you will come to dinner tonight. you’re gonna be hungry.
nasa employee: wait, what? WHAT?? how do you know my mom?! why am i gonna be -
*alarm begins blaring*
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early
astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: what?
astronaut: *grabbing two pistols, an extra box of ammo, a pair of scissors, some duct tape, a space harpoon, and a booklet of operating instructions that says “AIRLOCK MANUAL OVERRIDE INSTRUCTIONS,” starting to get back on the rocket-ship, but dropping everything with a horrendous clatter* FUCK! goddamn moon’s stuck in a time loop.
*alarm begins blaring*
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early
astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: what? also, hey, where’d you get that duffel bag?
astronaut: *grabbing two pistols, an extra box of ammo, a pair of scissors, some duct tape, a space harpoon, and a booklet of operating instructions that says “AIRLOCK MANUAL OVERRIDE INSTRUCTIONS,” shoving them into the bag, and getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back earl-
astronaut: *grabs nasa employee and kisses them passionately*
nasa employee: what? WHAT?!
astronaut: *loading a single pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop, sweetheart.
nasa employee: what?!?
astronaut: a time loop!!! i love you!!! get out of the base!!! stay alive!!!
nasa employee: *presses fingers to lips, confused but intrigued, as alarm begins blaring*
nasa employee:….
nasa employee:…
nasa employee: ho hum what a regular day at the office
*alarm begins blaring*
nasa employee: what the hell is that?!
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back earl-
astronaut: *grabs nasa employee and kisses them passionately*
nasa employee: what? what?! WHAT!?!? also, hey, where’d you get that duffel bag?
astronaut: *grabbing two pistols, an extra box of ammo, a pair of scissors, some duct tape, a space harpoon, and a booklet of operating instructions that says “AIRLOCK MANUAL OVERRIDE INSTRUCTIONS,” shoving them into the bag, then cupping nasa employee’s cheek with free hand* moon’s stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: the moon’s stuck in a what?!
astronaut: a time loop, sweetheart, but we don’t have much time ourselves, so you have to listen to me RIGHT now
nasa employee: *faintly* …“sweetheart”?!
astronaut: in 2 minutes and a few seconds, you need to go into the break-room and find frank.
nasa employee: wait, frank from IT?
astronaut: yes.
nasa employee: how do you know he’s gonna be in the break-room? i can’t just call him at his desk right now?
astronaut: how do i know this?! because, one, time loop, ok? and…also…because…heismaybetheguywhohasbeenstealingyourlunchfortwoweeks
nasa employee: that BASTARD i KNEW it
astronaut: BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT’S IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW. hey! listen to me! go in there, catch him red-handed with your burrito, and tell him lunch is on you FOREVER if he goes RIGHT NOW and checks the last security patch - because there’s a virus and the whole system’s compromised. then you need to get the hell out of this base, ok?
nasa employee: …ok. ok. and…and what about you?
astronaut: *cocking pistol and getting back into rocket-ship with duffel bag* me? i’m gonna shoot for the moon.
EPILOGUE:
nasa employee: so, how many loops in total?
astronaut: i mean, it was hard to keep track. somewhere around six months, if i had to guess.
nasa employee: damn.
astronaut: yeah.
nasa employee: and in those six MONTHS, the best zinger you came up with was “shoot for the moon”?
astronaut: hey, you know what, i had some other stuff on my mind!
nasa employee: i mean, i guess. it sounded like you found time to flirt with me each time.
astronaut: yeah, like i said. other stuff on my mind.
*they look at each other, blush, and look away*
astronaut: sooooooo. you’re sure your mom is cool with me coming over for dinner?
nasa employee: can’t make the day any weirder. plus, i owe you for ratting out frank, right?
astronaut: he did help us save the world; we can’t be too mad at him.
nasa employee: you’ve had a little while to get over it, i might need some more time. and it wasn’t even your food!
astronaut: ok, that’s fair. what if i buy you lunch to make up for it?
nasa employee: hmm, when?
astronaut: tomorrow?
nasa employee: well, i’ll have left overs from my mom, and you might too if you play your cards right. day after tomorrow?
astronaut: honestly, anytime is good for me.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Do not send the 118,” Tommy snapped, dragging the Bell out of a tailspin through sheer stubbornness.
“We’re picking up speed,” Swann said.
There was a little he could do. The Bell fought him, but he got her nose up. If they were lucky they would lose a strut. If they were fucked the rotor would go. He was not going to let them get fucked.
“Brace yourself,” Tommy said, and Swann folded into crash position, face pressed to her knees and hands laced over the back of her neck.
The sky opened its fist and the Bell dropped fast and then faster. Tommy kept his eyes on the ground as it rose to meet them. I wonder if it will be friends with me, he thought inanely, and braced for the hit.
“There’s this place that sells uniforms and scrubs,” said Evan, who was not a shy man by nature, but there was an odd tentativeness to the words. “I pass it all the time. I could stop on my way home.”
Tommy was at the back of the hangar, standing under the burned out light. On the roof of the 118, Evan was waiting for him to flirt back.
“Fuck,” he said.
In which Tommy tries again and again and again.
For @beanarie, who won my Fandom Trumps Hate auction. I hope you like this fic as much as I loved writing it. And thank you for being so patient.
And thank you for everyone who liked and reblogged all the snippets I've been posting. It really kept me going. I love you all.
Eva Stratt's background in history means so much to me as an almost history major and a history lover. To be able to do what she does means she must love humanity so dearly, and it makes me so emotional as if I were the one in the seat making those choices.
I'm currently reading a fic with her stuck in a timeloop and I am literally so obsessed with the way Stratt's history background weaves into everything she does in it. The whole time I'm reading it, I have The Challenge from Epic playing in my head. She really is doing her best to buy time she doesn't have from whatever keeps causing her loops and her mantra of "do it right or do it over" with her dedication has me reading in an intense focus, like I'm fr taking notes and writing down my favorite lines.
The fic is Equanimity by dkspeace and it is literally GAMECHANGING!!!! I find her so realistic and relatable in this (projecting?maybe so) but she is Everything to me, especially in this fic
Can't Change The Moment Snippet for you all. I'm determined to get this thing finished during my summer break. Time to get some discipline over my writing back so that I can get these stories down and done.
Obi-Wan sighs. "But the change is more obvious now. We are so in sync that Anakin cannot ignore what his senses and feelings are telling him. He is no longer my first concern, you are. And I never did manage to help him work through the causes of his jealousies and put them aside. It is, I think, a hold over from his childhood as a slave, one which Qui-Gon concealed from both the Council and me. Anakin's start in the Order might have been very different had we known about it."
"Or it could have made no difference at all," Cody points out. "Or it could have made things worse for him. The point is, he's been a Jedi longer than he was a slave. Shouldn't he be past letting that define how he reacts to things?"
"That isn't how trauma works," Obi-Wan replies softly. "You have been fighting this war longer than anyone knows, even me and very likely even including you. Are you telling me you do not react to things based on your experiences on Kamino anymore?"
"That's different," Cody replies. "Kamino prepared me for war. The war we're both fighting. I'd have died a lot more if I didn't react to things the way I was trained."
"And after?" Obi-Wan says, pressing a warm hand to Cody's cheek. "Dearest, do you think you could simply set aside all of your training for war to live in a time of peace?"
I am working on a fic inspired by @dr4gonwriter, a Groundhog Day-esque time loop fic wherein a lonely, middle-aged Gale Dekarios is trapped within a single repeating day. It's just him and his newly aching back... or so he believes at first. After the fourth or fifth encounter with a lovely stranger at the Temple of Beauty, it's clear that not all is as it seems.
The story is called Sune's Whirlpool, and this is a snippet for you. Six days ago I had promised to have it done in a week, but it looks like I might accidentally a novella so we might have to push the posting date back by a few days.
The heat penetrated every muscle, every joint, and Gale felt his entire body sag in relief as he eased himself down onto one of the underwater seats that ringed the pool. When he finally opened his eyes, heavy-lidded in relaxation, he could see a pair of people entwined on the other side of the waters.
They were unremarkable in appearance, not distinguished by any particular beauty or that animation of the features Gale had always believed denoted a particular type of intelligence. Still, there was something about them, about their unselfconscious closeness.
He closed his eyes again, willing the heat into the gnarled muscle of his back, spreading his arms out to take his weight. When he rose again to awareness the couple was still there.
Still that sense of intimacy rose from them, nearly as visible as the water vapor in the air. A quiet laugh, a brief look… there was a language there, between them, for those with eyes to see and ears to hear.
He had the eyes to see, but this was not for him and so he looked away. The sight did not pain him as it would have done a decade ago, when he had returned to Waterdeep alone. Alone after his whirlwind romance in Baldur's Gate had dissolved alongside his dreams of the crown.
That had been a love for the ages, he had believed. He'd had to believe it.
He'd been wrong.
Tagging @tiger-shrike, @alleiramagic, @theendofanerror (where my chapter 7), @heartcrystal2000, @12thhouse-sun, @the-sixth-house, @gloura, @saylofwaterdeep, @galesilkleaf , @wizard-dagger, @fireflyeyes and @asorceresswrites
time loop fic idea where andrew gets stuck in a time loop & the only way to break the loop is to make sure kateaaron survives the trip to andreil’s house…
i have a few death scenarios for aaron i need to inflict immediately… involving katelyn in it as well… maybe kevkateaaron even…
ok beans im sorry time loop fic will not be a fun time. I'm thinking this will be the intro?? we'll see i still only have vague ideas of how she'll go take my hand 🫴 let's see where this takes us
The limitations of the time loop are concrete. The day always starts at 6:14 am on Thursday, March 20th, 2025. As long as Tommy stays conscious, time moves forward until 6:13 am on Friday, March 21st, 2025, at which point Tommy wakes up at 6:14 am on Thursday, March 20th, 2025, regardless of what he was doing beforehand. If Tommy dies, he wakes up at 6:14 am on Thursday, March 20th, 2025.
No matter what he does, Tommy Kinard will inevitably wake up at 6:14 am on Thursday, March 20th, 2025, on a bare mattress on the floor of Eddie fucking Diaz’s house. An arm will be slung over his chest, the hot line of a body pressed against his side. His stomach will itch from the come drying in the hairs there, bile will rise up his throat, and he will choke on a scream.
