I Miss The Days When, No Matter How Slow Your Internet Was, If You Paused Any Video And Let It Buffer

thinking about how the clock from impulse this season is so... meaningless. which is ironic given the whole Time theme.

starting from when it was given- impulse gives it to bdubs to ensure his safety. he gives it to bdubs for him to spare his life when it comes down to it... but impulse never promises anything in return.

compare it to double life, where impulse says, specifically, that the clock means they'll be "together forever!"

it's not the one-way promise it is in limited life, where the clock is more of a token than it is a symbol of their bond. impulse has bdubs promise not to kill him, but that's it. he may not have killed bdubs directly, but he led him to tango's trap, and what does bdubs say on the way?

"I believe you. I trust you."

i think about the way purpose shapes an object. about how it shows the intentions of who made it.

in third life, impulse made a clock for himself. it's sleek, simple but imperfect, small dents in the metalwork. nothing fancy, made to serve its purpose. it's his. it doesn't have to be anything special.

in double life impulse crafts it with love. it's for bdubs- it has to be perfect. it's carefully polished, carefully designed and put together. it's special not just because bdubs is his soulmate, but because bdubs asked it of him. "I'm not making that mistake again," impulse says. he's not settling for something functional. this clock is a promise- their vows to each other, their love and devotion.

in limited life impulse makes it in a hurry. it's almost worse than the first one, quickly polished with more than a few corners cut. it's hasty as a plea, an mere whisper of the promise it once held.

the kicker is this: bdubs has seen every version. has held and traced each golden surface with his hands, felt the weight of them in his palms. the bloodstained and cracked, the perfectly polished, the one backed with an uneven sheet of gold.

i wonder if he could tell. i wonder if he stared down at the recent clock, and frowned, seeing it for the bargaining token that it was. did his heart ache, just a little, thinking back on what it used to mean, what he wants it to mean?

just food for thought.

No seriously officer, I didn’t mean it when I googled “what is the worst place to bite a human” I didn’t mean it I promise

When Impulse kills Bdubs, it almost feels... Anticlimactic.

There's hardly any fanfare. An arrow to the shoulder, another slicing open his cheek. Blood drips down in thin rivers, Bdubs' expression twisted in pain as Impulse knocks another arrow back-

"Should we call a truce?" Impulse asks, a wide grin stretching across his lips. Bdubs scowls at him. Impulse almost laughs. "Bdubs, truce?"

(A faint memory, "Day one team-!")

A wordless shout rips itself from Bdubs' throat. An arrow grazes Impulse's arm, a stinging pain blooming from the cut. Impulse scoffs.

There's a flash of sharp teeth, "That's not a truce," He says, his bow drawn tight.

"Bye!"

The arrow flies through the air, a swift cut as Impulse's bowstring snaps back into place-

Blood spurts from Bdubs' neck. He collapses onto the floor, coughing up crimson as it stains his clothes, smearing red across his skin. Impulse puts down his bow.

He steps forward. Once, then twice, until he's only a foot away.

Impulse watches the light fade from Bdubs' eyes. They go from bright and wide to glassy and dull, his arms giving away from underneath him, a hand draped over the edge.

Impulse stares down at him, his previous grin wiped clean.

Adrenaline still courses through his veins, hot like magma that pounds with the beating of his heart.

Bdubs goes still. Then, his body tips over, sending him tumbling right over the edge.

He disappears in a puff of smoke. The blood on the stone remains.

It feels like nothing. It feels like everything.

Impulse breathes in, breathes out.

That was easier than he imagined it'd be.

(And far less bloody, his mind supplies. Less pleading, no tears shed.)

It's weird, Impulse thinks, his gaze caught on where Bdubs fell. The sky is a bright blue, whisps of clouds framing the view. Why did he...

Impulse frowns, shaking the thoughts from his head. His wings itch.

"We're done, aren't we?" Impulse asks, his voice lost in the vast blue. The wind whispers in his ears. "We're done."

He turns back around. It's not safe to stand still for too long.

Impulse turns his attention back to his team, to the game, and to his plans. He breathes in, slow and steady, like he didn't just watch his ex-soulmate die.

(Like he didn't want to catch him when he fell. Not even for a second.)

Impulse grits his teeth.

No, definitely not.

Imaging this, a blonde guy pledges his allegiance to a brunet who is called was king at least once and had grey skin and both ended died in tragedy.

Did I describe Grian and Scar or Martyn and Rendog?

carefully traversing through decked out 2 (tumblr) with a compass in hand (a renchanting post), trying to avoid the unavoidable clank (posting shit in martyn’s tag). i drop the compass (press post on tumblr), find the precious artefact (notes on the renchanting post), and try to make my way out alive. heartbeat racing, clank accumulating, hazards shutting down my path— and then BOOM a ravager jumpscare (martyn has reblogged your post). i am instantly killed and scurry back to the lobby (private discord server) like a scared animal

i have found a fellow

FOLLOWERS AND FANS !

I am coming to you, Midsomer fans, because as you may saw it in here, I think Dan Scott is baby and that everyone should protect him at all costs-

But anyway.

If you have 2mins, reblog and tell your thought about him and also mention your fave sergeant! We need more content about Midsomer, there's too little to my taste at least.

Love all upon you, have a great day! ❤️❤️❤️

literally everything about this guy is perfect and i would kill for him. i would literally be a murderer in midsomer just to meet him. im not joking. take me to simp jail.

FOLLOWERS AND FANS !

I am coming to you, Midsomer fans, because as you may saw it in here, I think Dan Scott is baby and that everyone should protect him at all costs-

But anyway.

If you have 2mins, reblog and tell your thought about him and also mention your fave sergeant! We need more content about Midsomer, there's too little to my taste at least.

Love all upon you, have a great day! ❤️❤️❤️

she gives you a wooden sword and says she wants your head, what do you do?

I love that Martyn and Tango are even now

Martyn boogie-killed Tango in Last Life

Tango boogie-killed Martyn in Limited Life

Two of my blorbos are even now

DUDE THIS IS SO COOL

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made a 3rd life animatic.... i hope you enjoy <3