Random Acts

Random things that catch my eye, The Last of Us, Elementary, Doctor Who, Leverage, Babylon 5, Star Trek, things that make me laugh, quotes, and pretty pictures.

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Where you can find me

if tumblr does go poof:

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dreamwidth: time_converges

instagram: timeconverges

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used to think it terribly silly (and kinda funny) when fantasy or sci-fi stories would have people refer to major recent historical events as The Flood or The Incident or The Revolution, and im sure historians fucking hate that because it's not helpful or descriptive, but we sure do be calling it The Pandemic

[lostsometime]

Also the new linguistic quirk of just saying “it was 2020” as like. The full end of a story. You say “it was 2020” and everyone knows what you mean.

“I was going to get my masters degree but then it was 2020, so yeah”

“I was cast in a play and then it was 2020”

“my boyfriend proposed but then it was 2020”

[cuillere]

(Was about to put this in the tags but then it was too good for tags)

"My baby was born in 2020, and then (two weeks later to be precise), it was 2020."

Actual truth from my actual life, I feel like I ought to use this more.

[nobrashfestivity]

Via amandapourlesintimes

[bberry005]

yeah yeah the secret plan to fight inflation. we all have one. obviously. wdym you don't have a secret plan to fight inflation. everyone's got one of those, especially since josh lyman just promised the press there's one

[shopcat]

look at this wonderful gif of scallops getting scared and scattering like a flock pigeons

[elioftheasphodel]

whatever. go my scallops

[whitachi]

last night I had the experience of "referencing a tumblr post that you think is widely known but turns out to not be as widely known as you thought it was" last night and it was this post. whatever. go my scallops

[michigen]

[dartmoorpixie]

[autumngracy]

Saw this twitter post and instantly started looking for pictures of Stratt to use it with

[emziess]

Ryan Gosling as Colt Seavers The Fall Guy (2024) dir. David Leitch

[argentsunshine]

well you know what they say. when you've invested billions of dollars into hammers every problem looks like a nail and you keep handing these hammers to your users and they go "i don't really think i needed this hammer" and "but i don't have any nails that need hammering in right now" and "this is not a nail this is a glass vase that will break if i hit it with a hammer" and "didn't you used to have, like, other tools avaliable that might be better suited to this job" and you tell them to suck it up because you've replaced all your screwdrivers and wrenches and box cutters and crates and ladders and paint with hammers because your shareholders need to see an increase in value from your hammer investments

[icedteainthatbag]

who’s gonna tell him that this is literally the pilot

[memeuplift]

[rosettyller]

PROJECT HAIL MARY (2026)

[usergambit]

RYAN GOSLING as Ryland Grace Project Hail Mary (2026) dir. Phil Lord & Christopher Miller

[cungadero]

the shame of making a connection irl and them being like omg can i have your insta??? snapchat????? and having to be like sorry i live in a gap between two tree roots youre just going to have to normal text me like some kind of animal

[pettycentral]

[sea-parrot]

You wake up one morning, and feel something is off. Your pillow smells strangely sweet. You’re still groggy with sleep, and try to hug your pillow closer. A piece of it simply breaks in your hand. It is made of chocolate.

You try to pull the blanket off of yourself, and you realize that, it too, is made of chocolate. You try to shake it off, and step out of bed. Your carpet feels strangely spongy. You look down, only to realize it’s actually cake. Lovingly baked, and smelling of sweet fruit. You grab a piece, and cautiously take a bite. It is one of the most delicious cakes you have ever eaten.

You get up, confused, and exit your room to see if the rest of your house is like this. The door handle melts in your hand as you hold onto it, and covers it with dark chocolate carefully painted gold. The rest of the carpet on the floor is still cake, the guardrails on the stairs leading down are tempered chocolate, the tiles on the floor are the same, the windows are sugar glass, everything is edible.

You run outside, knocking over the lovingly crafted chocolate front door in a panic.

You realize, in horror, that your house was not an exception. The bushes, the grass, the asphalt on the road, the trees, birds, the world itself, is chocolate.

Somewhere, not too far away, stands a man. Amaury fucking Guichon.