#way back when

[windowstothepast]

Spaghetti Eating Contest, 1950s

[mono-lithical]

mtmte is really funny to describe to people because when you strip it down to its barest plot of "Space roadtrip where everything that can Go Wrong Goes Wrong" at worst it sounds like a slice of life comedy

snd then you get into it and you end up screaming and crying on the floor bc its the most heart wrenching depressing shit youve ever read

[vintage-tigre]

[virtchandmoir]

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[deciduous-forest-fairy]

went back in time 🕰️

[beanbagstab]

Sonamy bite-sized fics #3

IDW/ Amy-Centric

Amy walked through the double doors leading to the balcony groaning lightly to herself. She walked towards Sonic with her head hung low in defeat as she leaned onto the railing next to him. 

Sonic turned to look at her with a bored, knowing expression, “So. It's not all it's cracked up to be huh?” 

Amy let out an exasperated sigh and looked out over to the view ahead of her. The hilltop residence of the mansion gave them a wide and colorful view of the city below. 

“It's not that exactly… Everyone is having such a great time…and I love hanging out with all my friends its just all…” 

“Too much?” 

Amy looked over at him, surprised he was able to finish her thought. 

Sonic gave her a sympathetic smile and placed his hand on her arm, “Hey, it's alright. You’ve been working real hard to set this up for everyone, it only makes sense you’d be kinda over it by now.”

Amy looked down at his arm on hers before turning to look past the railing again, “I know it's just, I was really looking forward to this. I just--I want them to have one of the best evenings ever. Tangle and Whisper deserve this after all they’ve been through together.” 

Amy held her hands together, “ An engagement is such a beautiful and romantic thing I just wanted it to be perfect for them...”

Sonic gestured inside with his thumb, “Well, last I saw those two, they were over the moon with joy. I’m a hundred percent sure they’re having an amazing time, Amy.” 

Instead of being comforted by this like she shouldv’e been, She felt a twinge of envy rip though her before it quickly bubbled down into guilt and shame. Leaving her feeling ugly and selfish. This whole night she’d been hit with these unwanted feelings and they only made her feel gross and insincere.

She cares about her friends. Dearly. When they had asked for help to set up the engagement party, she had -literally- jumped at the chance to do all the major party prep. 

But as the planning went on she realized her motivations hadn’t been entirely pure. She was using this as an opportunity to live vicariously through them- as if she were almost planning her own engagement party. As much as she didn’t want to believe she could stoop this low emotionally, she couldn’t avoid the truth of her heart. She never could. And seeing those two share in loving embrace after embrace grew too much for her to bear. 

She wanted that. She wanted to be happy like that, she wanted to be with the one she loved like that. And when the guilt of all these selfish thoughts piled up in her heart, she decided it was best to step back and get some fresh air. 

Sonic rubbed small circles on her hand and it brought her back to her senses… and back to the object of-practically-all her desires. 

#1 #2

[archaeofuture]

being a chuddy hippy centrist is actually so hard fuck my chuddy hippy centrist life

[delightful-to-be-read]

Years ago, when Cabin Pressure was still being broadcast - possibly before Sherlock - I was on my way home from Reading or Oxford or somewhere that had landed me at Paddington and all the underground was being Planned Engineered apart from the Bakerloo line. Late teens, I reckon.

For people who aren't familiar with London, you can live here for decades without the Bakerloo line ever crossing your mind. You have to go back in time to get on it. It is brown.

But it was the only line still running so I hopped on. I sat next to a proper unit of a man in his thirties who was deep in conversation. Suddenly he exclaimed.

I spun around. Arthur???

I had no idea what John Finnemore looked like at all. But as he turned in some surprise at my reaction, my God. He looked just like Arthur.

I smiled to stop myself spitting that out and he smiled back and got on with what I'm sure was a fascinating conversation.

And I have since told that story ten thousand times.