An Artistic Rendition Of Samuel Stratford Realising That Maybe This Wasn't Such A Good Idea During Belief

an artistic rendition of samuel stratford realising that Maybe This Wasn't Such a Good Idea during belief

“John? John I think I fucked it up again.”

And for a moment- a horrible, sickening, stomach churning moment- John was taken back to another time, to another place. He was too late back then as well. He had promised himself he wouldn’t find himself being too late again, not after losing one of the most important men he had ever met. Not after his world ended the first time. It looks like John couldn’t keep his promise to the himself, nor his promise to his partner, nor his promise to the president. And they were all going to pay for it evidently.

He moves forward more quickly than his brain could comprehend. He caught President Goodman- Howard, John reminded himself, he preferred to be called Howard- before the man hit the approximation of what could be called the floor. John didn’t even notice when the green tentacle slithered away, couldn’t possibly pull his attention away from Howard long enough to remember that the man who used to be Wilbur Cross was still there, just a few feet away.

There was a ringing in John’s ear, as if a bomb had gone off. He felt his hands trembling, though that may be Howard quivering with the pain, or fear, or cold, or perhaps all three at once. There was also the feeling of a warm wetness in his lap as he held Howard, he knew exactly what that was but chose not to acknowledge it to himself. He could see his world going blurry with the wetness of tears. A metallic smell John knew all too well started to drift through the air. It was all a distinct reminder that he was still alive even as his world felt as if it was ending all over again.

its been p common knowledge for decades that light pollution can be massively reduced by just putting shades on streetlamps, and that doing that would save energy, help wildlife, and let us see the stars better, but are society says if u wanna change any minor little tiny thing u gotta dedicate ur whole life to campaigning for it and this is a good ways down the list of priorities for most ppl, so instead i gotta walk past newly-installed streetlamps that are just dumb glass globes that use half their electricity to blast half their light directly into the sky where it does only bad things for no reason and think "we should overthrow the government"

Y’all my brain is infected, I can’t stop drawing domestic Paulkins. They are the weirdest most normal 30 year olds ever.

Doctor Who (2005): The Doctor Dances Everybody lives, Rose. Just this once – everybody lives!

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