#‘sorry i was in prison but dw i broke out!’

[skkpaws]

a lot of people are talking about the new wan chapter and the idea of skk being fanfic writers and can i just propose that if they were fic writers in the canon universe they’d have the CRAZIEST authors notes explaining why they weren’t updating.

Notes:

“Heyyy sorry for not updating, I met this annoying ass kid from the mafia and was forced to work with him so my friends wouldn’t be killed but I guess it worked out cause this dude we had to find was starting shit in MY name (long story 😒). Anyway we found him and dealt with him (I did most the work) so now I’m back! I’m at a new place now but don’t worry, updates should continue as normal 😁”

Notes:

“hi guys sorry for being gone i almost died (bullet wounds suck .. >_>) but then this nice man helped me (i was such a great patient :3) ! then we both got captured by some assholes but dw we both got out! posting this at the bar rn ^_^ hope u enjoyed”

[miley1442111]

regrets- s.reid

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summary: spencer comes back from prison and your grief and his cause the collapse of your world.

pairing: spencer reid x fem reader

warnings: suicide mentions, death, fighting, break-up, breif spencer in prison mentions (nothing about the storyline though dw)

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Spencer had always been skinny. He’d always been last picked for sports, and at the beginning of your relationship, he was nervous to be naked in front of you.

Were you two still even in a relationship? 

He’d been in prison, then he was out and saving his mom. Now he’s home. 

And you’re not. 

The first thing to do in his mind is to shower. He wanted to wash the last few days off of him. He hadn’t been in a comfortable place in a long time, so the shower seemed different, the products you used to use were gone, replaced by others. Did you even live here anymore? 

Getting naked was too difficult, every time he saw what he’d become, he felt the uncontrollable urge to vomit and not stop until he passed out. He sat in the bathroom for a long time, he wasn’t even sure how long. 

The front door opened. Your voice to someone over the phone, a rustling of bags and a sigh once the call was over. 

He had so many questions. Why hadn’t you been there? Where were you? You sent him letter after letter (ones he couldn’t bring himself to respond to) about not being able to wait to see him, about missing him, chewing him out for not letting you come see him. 

So where had you been?

“Fuck this fucking funeral,” you mumbled to yourself as you walked through your kitchen. “Fuck my life.”

You grabbed a cup of water as you felt the familiar sting of tears in the back of your throat. Spencer listened close to the bathroom door as you slowly broke down. It started as just a single sob. Then it progressed until you were fully crying on your kitchen floor and dialling someone’s number. 

“Y/n?” Penelope’s voice said from the other side of the line. 

“Hey,” you sighed. “I’m so sorry that you couldn’t reach me for the past few days, I was back in Vermont and I had no cell service. Anyways, any news on Spencer? I know that Diana got moved to a facility, any news from him? Did Luke or Jj visit?”

Spencer’s heart broke as he listened to you put everything aside just to ask about him. 

“Babe… Spencer got out three days ago,” she admitted.

Another stab to your already bleeding heart. Spencer watched as your face broke from the crack in the bathroom door. 

“Oh,” your voice broke. “Good.”

There was a long silence. 

“Do you know where he is?” You asked, ashamed that you had to ask someone else for the whereabouts of your fiancé.  

“I’m not sure, I’m so sorry girl-” Penelope’s comforting voice was cut off by you hanging up. The sobbing started again and Spencer just couldn’t take it anymore. He opened the bathroom door and revealed himself, tears in his own eyes. You scrambled up to your feet and approached him cautiously. 

“Hi,” he said, just above a whisper. 

“Hey,” you said, lip quivering. 

“What happened in Vermont?” He asked.

Your eyes dropped to the floor and he saw some tears fall. “My little sister killed herself.”

Spencer wanted nothing more than to grab you and hold you, but a voice in the back of his head told him that you’d reject him and call him disgusting. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” you shook your head. “I should’ve been here.”

“You didn’t-”

“I missed you so much Spencer,” you sighed, a watery smile on your lips. “Why didn’t you respond to my letters?” 

Spencer felt a weight on his chest tighten. “I-I couldn’t.” 

“You responded to everyone else's.”

“You’re different-”

“I’m expendable. I’m just here, all the fucking time, aren’t I? Do you even want to get married?” You demanded. 

Spencer brought a hand up to your cheek and wiped away a single tear. “I would marry you right now.”

You closed your eyes, pushing his hand away. “I’m sorry,” you cried. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

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Spencer was quiet and allowed you your space, but still stayed close enough to be around. The following weeks were full of ups and downs, one of which ended with you sleeping on the couch. 

He’d said something stupid about you not trying hard enough with taking care of yourself, like he had any weight in that conversation. He couldn’t even look at himself. 

He didn't take kindly to that comment.

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“You think it’s easy for me?” He asked. “I was in prison for-”

“You think that was easy for me? I was alone-”

“I never asked to be put in prison!” He shouted. 

“I never asked for my sister to kill herself!” You screamed. 

There was silence for a moment. 

“I’m done with you,” Spencer snapped. “We’re done.”

And your heart broke for a second time. 

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“What happened?” Penelope asked, opening her door to you.

“We broke up,” you shrugged. “I need somewhere to stay until I can get an apartment.”

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Penelope watched in horror as you went about your days as normal for the next three weeks. Acting as if nothing had even happened.  

Something had happened. Your life had changed in two major ways. You weren’t a fiancé anymore. You weren’t a sister anymore. You were nothing. At least, that’s what it felt like. 

And nothings aren’t FBI agents. 

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You sat in Emily’s office with a sullen look on your face. Her’s had drained of all colour when you handed in your gun and resigned. 

“You’re serious?” she asked. 

“Deadly.” 

“You’re happy?” she asked again, meeting your eyes. 

“No.” 

She nodded, understanding your issues and pulled you in for a motherly hug. “We’ll miss you a lot.”

“Don’t be a stranger,” you sighed, lying to both of you. The phone would not be working both ways. She’d call and leave voice notes, and you’d listen to them but never reply. But it would be enough for the both of you. 

“You’d never be a stranger to me,” she smiled sadly. Emily had been like a sister since the beginning. She’d always looked out for you. She’d always been there for you. “I’d suggest cleaning out your desk before Reid comes in next week,” she nodded, wiping her tears. 

“It’s done.” 

Emily nodded, then smiled at you. “You’re going to do something so special.” 

“Thank you,’ you whispered, your emotions getting the better of you. 

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“Where’s Y/n?” Spencer asked, sitting at the roundtable. “Her desk is empty.”

“She left last week, Spence,” Jj admitted. “We thought she’d told you?” 

“What? No, she didn’t tell me?” 

“She’s your fiancé Spencer, she obviously had to tell you.”

Penelope and Emily made brief eye-contact. Spencer looked down. 

“We broke up.” 

Jj’s jaw dropped, Luke’s jaw dropped. 

“She’s gone,” Emily sighed. “Sorry Spencer.”

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Spencer’s world was in black and white. You were gone. You’d left. His love was gone. 

How would he survive?

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[deathordemise]

kachow hello everyone here’s a writing piece i’ve been working on since god knows when. i started it when tommy was still in exile, so the recent events kinda threw it into the non-cannon compliant, lol. anyway , this entire thing is based off the concept of dream wanting a ‘family’. dw, turned on auto cap to write it lmao. send asks regarding this if you wanna :)

here’s the one person who wanted to be tagged : @head-fullof-clouds

trigger warnings: looking down on someone based of age, imprisonment, gas lighting, one sided family dynamics (?), forced found family (??)

mainly tubbo and dream centric, but mentions of others. there’s more under the cut!!

Dream stands with his hands on his hips, surveying his past hours of work.

“Would you like Ranboo to room with you guys as well? You and him get along very well, and it’s nice to see you hang out with kids your age other than Tommy.”

Tubbo shakes his head, sitting on the edge of his bed. The adult sighs and shrugs.

“Okay, if you’re so sure.” He turns back to the other barrels full of things . Tubbo finally speaks up when he begins to assemble another bookcase.

“ I don’t want Tommy in here either.”

Dream straightens immediately, looking genuinely confused.

“But you guys are best friends! I would have loved sharing a room with my best friends when I was younger. I know you boys had that little fight during his exile, but surely you’ll get over it? I mean, I did spend all this time decorating his side of the bedroom.”

“This isn’t a bedroom,” Tubbo stands up and lunges at the bars. He grips it in an attempt to shake them, but the metal poles remain sturdy. “Dream, this is a prison cell!”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He scoffs. Tubbo remains glaring and hostile.

“You know I’m right. You know you’re making us all prisoners. It doesn’t matter how nice you make the cells, how good you make the meals, how lovingly you hand stitched these blankets. You’re holding us here against our will, with no escape. You’re nothing but a jail guard.” His tirade is cut off when Dream slams his fist into the crafting table.

“Stop!” Dream pauses to collect himself. He shudders, voice cracking is desperation.

“Stop it. You’re twisting my words. You’re making it wrong. You’re making it ugly.”

Dream finally takes a seat, pulling off his mask in the process. He sits with his back against the wall, facing Tubbo again. His head tilts back and he presses the palms of his hands against his eyes, then smooths his hair back.

“Why do you guys always have to make it all ugly? This is my land, you know? I can deal with you guys terraforming, I expected it. I can deal with you guys building whatever the fuck you wanted with my permission. I could have even let the whole drug thing slide! But then there was the thing with the discs.”

“Tommy’s discs.” Tubbo corrects,but he doesn’t acknowledge the teen’s input.

“It was such a simple thing to do. Hand me the discs. Maybe I would have given them back eventually. But you had to fight back. You had to separate yourselves, and start a war. You made it all ugly, and by making me the bad guy, you made me ugly too. I don’t understand. I just wanted you guys to listen to me.”

“You wanted to control us” Tubbo protested, “Like puppets on a string. You wanted us to bend at your will. We’re our own damn people, Dream. We’re not dolls for you to play ‘house’ with.”

“I know you’re too young to understand.” Dream sighs, giving him a small smile.

“It's okay . I forgive you. I forgive each and everyone of you.”

“What about George and Sapnap? Do you think this is what they want?” Tubbo switches tactics, desperate to make the man see reason. Tired of gripping the metal, he too sits on the cold netherite floor.

“George and Sapnap don’t know what they want.” Dream snaps irritatedly. Seemingly hitting the nail on its head, Tubbo plows on.

“Oh,really? Do you think Bad would let you do this? You think he’ll come in here willingly?”

“He goes wherever Skeppy goes.” He waves dismissively.

“Ah,yes, because Bad is so down with Skeppy being tossed into jail.”

“I’m not tossing Skeppy into the jail! Tub- Tubbo, you know this isn’t a jail, right?”

“Then what is it, Dream? What is this, with the iron bars and doors and obsidian? Sam himself built it, and he says it’s a prison. What is it?”

He doesn’t reply at first, fiddling with the cracked and damaged mask in his hands.

“I’m pretty fond of the moniker Pandora’s Vault.” He smiles softly at Tubbo, sending a chill up his spine.

“Vault?”

“Yeah. A vault is where people store valuables.”

“I- I do know what a vault is! That’s not my… did you just completely miss the part where I said we’re people? We’re not like those shiny things that you’d stuff into an enderchest.” He sputtered indignantly, at an almost loss for words. Dream wheezes and hauls himself up, dusting off his pants.

“Enderchest is actually kind of a cool name for it. I might just consider rebranding! I like to call it a vault, Tubbo, because a vault is where you store precious things. And to me, there’s nothing more precious than family.”

He walks back over to the crafting table, unaware of the other slowly losing his composure.

“You’re not my family.” He whispers.

Dream picks up on the dread and terror in Tubbos voice. He sets the planks back down gently.

“Remember when we were in the same team competing in MCC?” and how can Tubbo forget that? Standing side by side with your sworn enemy, wearing the same colours with undeniable pride.

“Remember how I helped you train? How we trained together, and I gave you advice and support? Didn’t you like that ? I was like a mentor to you, like an older brother! Don’t you want an older brother? You won’t have to be alone anymore.”

“I’m not alone! I have an actual family, Dream. I don’t need you. I’ve got my whole cabinet. Do I need to remind you that I’m the bloody president, not some weak baby you need to soothe? I’ve got Phil, and Wil-Ghostbur, and I’ve got Tech… I’ve got Ranboo and Niki, and Tommy. No, not…I don’t…” he protests.

“Tommy? Wilbur? Technoblade? You think Technoblade is better than me ? The people who destroyed your country ? Some fucking family you got there. You know what? Fine. Fine! They’re going to be in here with you anyway. I don’t fucking care. We’re going to be one big happy family whether you like it or not.”

“You’re not my fucking family!” Tubbo screams.

“And you are a child!” Dream roars.

“You’re a little boy playing dress up! Do you think you can fill Wilbur’s shoes? You can barely even measure up to Schlatt! At least Schlatt did something. What have you done with your presidency, Tubbo? What have you done ?”

Tubbo finds himself cowering on the floor as Dream's figure looms above him, face pressed against the bars, jeering.

“Answer me, Tubbo. What have you done ? What have you fucking done?!”

Tubbo sobs.

“I’ll tell you what you’ve done,” he continues.

“You’ve exiled your best friend. You’ve surrounded yourself with a so-called cabinet full of people more kniving and ambitious than you. They think you’re an idiot, no, they know you’re an idiot. You weren’t the first choice, you weren’t even the second.”

Silence reigns once again as Dream walks back to the crafting bench. Tubbo manages to haul himself into the bed, trembling the whole time. He only looks up when the iron door swings open and a shadow is cast over him.

“Hey.”

He’s calm again. He’s kind and gentle and nice again as he holds out a wooden box like it’s a peace offering.

It’s a bee hive.

“I know I broke your first one and killed all your bees but I really didn’t mean to.” he sounds apologetic, as close to a ‘sorry’ as Dream can get. When Tubbo doesn’t take the box, he sets it down on the beds edge and then clambers on as well, sitting next to him.

“I didn’t mean to raise my voice either. I was just,” he gestures vaguely “,frustrated.”

He smiles when Tubbo picks up the bee hive and fidgets with it, looking everywhere except for Dream's face.

“There we go! I hope you like it. I’ll pick up some bee’s for you later today or tomorrow, yeah ?”

“Yeah.”

Dream laughs, pulling the teen into a quick side hug.

“It’s gonna be okay.” He reassures.

“Everything’s gonna be okay.”

[someonefantastic]

I Did Not See That Coming

Truth be told, I never though I would actually do something with this concept. Originally when I got the idea, it was just an angsty au that I told to the psych discord and had no plans of actually writing. But this prompt/subprompts fit so well that I couldn't resist. Summary: Juliet is on her way to save Shawn from Carp... and himself. But when she arrives on the scene, what she finds is much worse than anything she imagined. Warnings: death (none of the main cast dw), blood, gunshot wound also on ao3 ___ She rounded the corner, gun held steady, eyes darting around the room. Her hands trembled and she took a deep breath, trying to calm them. Backup was right behind her, she wasn’t going in completely alone.

Shawn would be okay.

She mentally cursed her boyfriend. She knew how angry he was about his dad being shot and how badly he wanted to take down Carp but going after him alone was a bad idea. Carp was an arms dealer with lots of bodyguards and Shawn, even though he had rather impressive psychic abilities, was still just a man. She just hopped his abilities would be enough until they got there.

She motioned to the officers behind her, a silent bid for them to follow her into the next room. Shawn had to be around somewhere. Not only had she seen him looking up the house’s location on her computer, but there had also been reports of an explosion and a man in black sneaking onto the property. The whole thing screamed “Shawn Spencer.”

“Clear.” One of the officers to her right called and she nodded, beckoning them forward still.

There was some shuffling and a few indistinguishable words from the next room. Gun cocked, she rushed towards the sound, eyes sharp. With a deep breath, she turned the corner, almost dropping her gun as she did.

Dead bodies were strewn about. Carp, Drake, and the FBI agent, blood dripping from misshapen holes in their chests. Standing in the middle of them was Shawn, holding a bloody gun, crimson staining his pants and hands.

She could feel the air slip out of her lungs, her voice coming out barely above a whisper, “Shawn.”

His eyes were wide, “Jules, I swear this isn’t what this looks like. They were dead when I got here.”

Swallowing roughly, her eyes darted from the bodies to his face. She wanted to believe him, wanted him to just explain all of this away but... he was standing in the middle of three dead people, blood on his hands and a weapon on him.

She shook her head, wishing the violent churning in her stomach would go away. “I’m sorry Shawn.” She hated how weak her voice sounded, “I need to take you down to the station.”

“Okay, yeah. I understand. That’s fine, we’ll get this all cleared up.” She moved behind him and he jerked his head around, “Uh, Jules, what are you doing?”

The lump in her throat refused to go away.

“Shawn Spencer. You are under arrest for the murder of Jerry Carp, Julian Drake, and a Federal Agent.” She pulled his arms behind him, snapping cuffs around his wrists. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…”

As she spoke he protested, moving against her. “Jules, sweetheart, please. I didn’t do it! Please, you have to believe me!”

She stopped and stared into his eyes, tears swimming in her own. She hoped with her look that she could convey everything; that she did believe him, but she had to do her job, that she was sorry, and most importantly… that she loved him. ___

She stood behind the one-way glass, watching Shawn in the interrogation room. He sat, head in his hands as the Chief questioned him from her place across the table.

“Mr Spencer, you have to admit that the evidence here isn’t stacking in your favor. You were found with the victim's blood on you and a murder weapon in your hand, not to mention you have a personal vendetta with the victim.” She folded her hands before her. “Now we’re running tests on the weapon but if we get a match, I’m afraid it doesn’t look good for you.” Leaning forward, her eyes narrowed. “So, do you want to tell us what the hell happened?”

Shawn frowned, eyes distraught, the look almost unnatural for his usually cheery expression. “I promise I didn’t kill him. I only went to see Carp, to take him in, but when I got there, they were all already dead.” He then gestured to his pants which were marked with crimson, “I got their blood on me because I was checking their pulse and seeing if I could revive them. I found the gun outside and picked it up for extra protection just in case.”

“And how did you find Carp’s location? That was top-secret government information.”

He shrugged, “I had a vision.”

Juliet didn’t hear anything else after that. Her mind raced, trying to comprehend what had happened. She felt like she’d been shot in the chest. Numbness spread throughout her body as she stared at her boyfriend. She couldn’t even understand what was currently going on. All she could see was his face, his face so earnest and innocent.

Stomach twisting, she fought back bile. She had been worried about him. Worried for his safety, for their future. But the worry had long faded and now she only felt anger and betrayal..

The rational side of her brain kicked in and she knew she needed to talk to him. Jumping to conclusions and not communicating was often the end of all good relationships. She was better than that. She didn’t want what they had to end, they had worked so hard and taken so long to get where they were. After everything they had been through there was no way he had lied for their entire relationship. All she needed was a minute alone with him and he would clear everything up… she trusted that he would.

But the fear and doubt and anger remained present all throughout the interrogation. She stood quietly off to the side as ballistics came back with the report that the bullets did indeed match Shawn’s gun and that only his fingerprints were on the weapon. When they pulled footage off the security tapes it was revealed that Shawn had been the only one around at the estimated time of death.

She didn’t say anything when Carlton was placed on temporary suspension so they could investigate his involvement with Shawn- after all, he did supply him with the weapons and transportation. She couldn’t even bring herself to comfort Gus as he watched his best friend be hauled off to the holding cells to await transfer to a prison.

The world didn’t feel real. It was as if someone had thrown her into a whole new dimension and she was living a life that wasn’t supposed to be hers. She just wanted to go home and cuddle up with Shawn but he was behind bars and she needed answers.

She waited until it was just the two of them, not wanting to display her personal life to anyone else. In a perfect world, they would have this conversation somewhere less public- actually they wouldn’t be having this conversation at all. But it wasn’t a perfect world, far from it, and her anger drove her to not wait any longer.

Shawn was slouching against the bars as she walked up, the metal pressing into his forehead. When he saw her, his head jerked up, eyes hopeful and bright. “Jules! Oh, honey, I’m so glad you're here! This is not exactly how I saw this night going,” He laughed, the sound flat. “I was picturing more Carp getting arrested and we celebrate over dinner.” After glancing around his cell, he looked back at her, “I guess we could still have dinner but it's kind of an awkward space and there’s not much to celebrate-”

She held up a hand, silencing him. “Shawn, I need to ask you something.” He nodded mutely and she shifted her feet. “This could just be me… overthinking things, but... you wouldn’t lie to me, right?”

His eyebrows furrowed, “Sweetheart, what are you talking about? Of course, I wouldn’t lie, especially about this. I swear I didn’t murder anyone.”

Her heart beat furiously as she nodded. “I know, I know and I wouldn’t usually have doubts like this but,” She swallowed heavily, “the FBI, they had all of their papers all over Vick’s desk. Couldn’t you have seen the file on Carp and figured out where he lived?”

“Uh, yeah… I-I guess.” His eyes darted across her face, searching for something that she didn’t know she could provide.

“I’m sure there’s an explanation for this and I don’t mean to stir up trouble but, I know I won’t be able to stop thinking about this until I know-” She took a deep breath, trying to calm the flurry of words that were spewing from her mouth, “You told Vick that you had a vision of where Carp lived, but I saw you looking up his address on my computer so you knew he lived there. You already had his address from the FBI… didn’t you?”

He turned his head, staring out the open door to the holding cells, a faraway look in his eyes. Her hands were shaking and she folded her arms to try and calm them. Every second he didn’t answer her, her heartbeat grew louder and louder in her ears, anger stirring in her chest- its fire threatened to consume her.

“Shawn, are you listening to me?” She practically yelled, her voice cracking with emotion.

He whipped his head back towards her, face determined. “Falling in love with you was never part of the plan, okay? This all started because I had no other choice, a sort of self-preservation.” A small smile pulled at his lips, “And it was amazing. I finally found something I’m good at- This is how I do good and I’m good at what I do.” His smile broke into a grin and he motioned around them, “Look at this, look at everything that’s happened. Hundreds of bad guys have been put in jail, most of them murderers, because of this. Isn’t that a good thing?”

She took a small step back, stomach churning. Eyes wide, she bit her lip, her hands falling to her sides grasping for something, anything to keep her from falling over. Her whole world was crashing down around her. Everything she knew about the man she loved had been a lie and he dared to call it a good thing? She couldn’t breathe, it felt like someone had ripped the air out of her lungs, taking her heart along with it- and in a way, he did.

“What are you talking about?” She spat out, eyes brimming with tears. His face fell, eyes going wide and mouth hanging open, but he gave no response. “Are you telling me this is all a lie?” Her chest burned while the rest of her body went numb. She couldn’t believe this. They had known each other for almost seven years, dated for one and a half, and never once had he told her the truth.

“Please…” His voice was barely above a whisper, “Please don’t make me answer that.”

“Oh my god.” Seven years. She should have known, should have figured it out sooner. But she had allowed herself to be swept up by his charm and his humor, his good looks and his caring heart. The way he hid what she thought was his true self behind a playful facade... she should have known that every facade has layers. “Oh my god, I feel so stupid.”

“No, sweetheart,” She cringed at the pet name and his shoulders dropped, staring hopelessly at her, “no, this is all me.”

A tear rolled down her cheek and she hastily wiped it away. He didn’t deserve to see her cry, to know just how badly he hurt her. “You’re right, Shawn,” She hated how her voice shook as she spoke, “This is all me. You’re on your own.”

The pain in her chest doubled as she turned on her heel, fleeing from the room. It hurt so badly, the pain so unbearable that she couldn’t even cry until hours later. She simply went home and stared at the wall for what seemed like ages.

No tears.

No words.

No anger.

She just felt numb.

[fangirlinglikeabus]

RIGHT the other dw book i read was festival of death (4 + romana ii)

"Obviously that wasn't completely perfect," said the Doctor, wafting his floppy brown hat over the smoking console.

yeah that's just life buddy

"Normally, when I arrive somewhere, people point guns at me and throw me in prison. Within about twenty-four and a half minutes of arriving, usually."

dr who experiences cliffhangers in real time: confirmed

Romana pulled herself upright. Her arms and legs were bruised but, with the Doctor's driving, she'd got used to that.

always here for dragging the doctor

The Doctor grinned. "I promise I shall resist the temptation of conversing with the greatest intellect on the G-Lock." "You already are," smirked Romana.

despite what either of them may claim, here you'll find we have two idiots

ERIC broke down into electronic hysterics.

aw buddy :( i genuinely feel sorry for this computer system like he was just trying His Best and the original captain of the ship blamed him for an entire disaster which resulted in hundreds of people dying even tho it wasn't eric's fault in the first place and actually he was trying to warn everyone...

"I'm looking for a friend of mine, Romana...about so high, charming girl, has a habit of running into dreadful trouble and then sorting it out."

the dr filling out a 'requirements' list when looking for a new companion:

She smiled, and flicked away an idle hair. "Do you have a problem with your throat, or are you just pleased to see me?" "I am so terribly pleased to see you."

this is really cute, actually...love that good good ‘doctor expressing genuine affection for their companions’ content

"Romana," shouted the Doctor. "Now comes the difficult bit." “The. Difficult. Bit?" "ERIC, reverse gravity 180 degrees!" "What?" screamed Romana. "No -!"

i find this entire exchange UNREASONABLY funny

Just as Romana was about to press the switch, the Doctor reached out a trembling hand. "Kismet, Romana." "What?" said Romana incredulously. "You want me to kiss you?" That was it. That was the final straw. She flicked the switch. The Doctor's chest fell, and he wheezed out his final breath.

i remember seeing this quote years ago on tumblr when i was first getting into old who and tbh...still a classic

The Doctor trudged through the grey quarry. The incessant rain spattered into deep puddles. "You know, for a pocket dimension, this isn't very impressive," said the Doctor. "Are you doing it on the cheap?"

with every joke the dweu makes about dr who budgets i grow stronger

also i didn't have any quotes that mentioned this but there's a side character called hoopy and he's like. a surfer dude lizard alien and therefore also the best character.

[stories-you-wont-hear]

– due process. pt 11

hallelujah! i sat myself down and made myself finish this part bc i could not seem to do it! honestly, that stems from me not wanting to write the ending i ORIGINALLY wanted. if y’all wanna know what i originally had planned, feel free to ask but also know that i’m a wimp that gets attached to my characters and can’t fathom anything bad happened to them (dw no one was gonna die!) hopefully this isn’t too confusing?? the next part will be the last! xoxo mira

“For the last time,” Natalie began again, her shoulders hunched over as she stared down Ben across the metal table, “This is the best deal you’re going to get.” Ben said nothing at first, only looked over to you before looking back at the prosecutor, “I don’t want it. I didn’t kill her.” “I’m not going to make him take a deal in the interest of bumping your closing rate,” you added, mirroring the prosecutor’s aggressive stance. “And why haven’t you arrested Andrew Bennett? He literally admitted to raping Amanda Taylor, he probably killed her, too!” you said, your brow knitted together in frustration. “You know it’s not that easy,” Natalie replied, sitting back against her chair. “You mean because his dad’s got money, don’t you, Ms. Ross?” Ben said suddenly, surprising you with his tone. Ordinarily, even under the stress of the trial, Ben never rose his voice, not like this. “It’s complicated,” Natalie said evenly, but she didn’t meet Ben’s intense gaze, and instead began to address you, “Y/N, I’m trying to help Benjamin. Help me help him.” You slowly shook your head, Ben’s words and the overall unfairness of the situation having worn you down.

You had expected Andrew to be arrested right there and then after his spontaneous admission in court, but that day was a mess. The galley had burst into a commotion, the Bennett family lawyer, your old boss, having jumped to Andrew’s defense, while the judged demanded for the room to settle down. You could barely keep your focus on one thing as the judge dismissed the court for the day, Andrew’s explosive testimony having disrupted the flow of the case. They took Ben back and you found your way towards Matt as you headed out of the courtroom, Natalie having been caught in a heated discussion with Richard Wesley. “What do I do, Matt?” you said, turning to him once the two of you found a quiet corner of the courthouse. He sighed, leaning his back against the wall as he stood next to you, “You keep fighting.” You shook your head, tears brimming your eyes as you leaned your head against his shoulder, “I’m tired. I’m so tired.” “I know, I know,” he murmured into your hair, pulling his arm over your shoulder to comfort you. The two of you stood there for a while, for a minute or maybe five, until you heard someone coming down the hall, prompting you to pull away. You pressed at your cheeks, pushing the wet remnants of tears away from your face before looking back up a Matt, willing yourself not to cry.

“How could I have defended someone like that? I knew he did it, he never said he did, but I knew it, in my heart, I knew he had done it, and Matty, I did nothing!” you started babbling, forgetting where you were until Matt shushed you. “Y/N,” he said in a low voice, his hands reaching towards your shoulders to steady you, “You are not a bad person. He is.” You nodded, trying to hold the thought in your head long enough that you even believed it for a second. “You fix this by helping Ben, he’s a good kid, and you are going to save him.” You nodded, finding these words more comforting than what Matt has said before about you being a good person. “I am going to save him,” you murmured, and Matt nodded, his hands squeezing your arms in reassurance.

You reeled yourself back in from that afternoon, focusing instead on the cold metal table you were resting your hands on, Ben beside you and prosecutor Natalie Ross in front of you, not Matthew Murdock. “I am helping him,” you replied, “It’s my job, not yours. Don’t worry, Ben.” Ben nodded from beside you, his shoulders relaxing. Each day he was held in prison seemed to age him, and there was nothing fair about another young black boy in prison, and this time you felt adrenaline when you made the promise to Ben, you were certain you were going to save him. “Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N.” You nodded, and even though his eyes were ringed with dark circles and his cheeks had lost volume, you could see he still had hope. And so did you.

When you arrived back at your building after having the meeting with the prosecutor and Ben, you were surprised to find who was waiting for you on the steps. “Malcolm!” you exclaimed, slowly walking towards your old boss. He seemed different, or perhaps it was the fact that it had been months since you had last seen him, since he had shown up at your building after you had quit the firm. “Y/N,” he replied in acknowledgment, standing up. “What’s going on?” you asked after the two of you stood there in silence. “Ah, well…” he said slowly, looking confused as if he hadn’t expected to find you here, even though it was your building. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said suddenly, drawing you from your thoughts, “I’m sorry that you had to spend years of your career doing this kind of work.” You cleared your throat, unsure of how to feel of the man before you, someone you weren’t particularly close with, whose professional relationship you had ended in the midst of your own personal moral predicament. “I knew what I was doing,” you replied, and although it hurt you to concede to your own willingness in it, the fact was that you hadn’t cared at the time, but you had grown since then. “I know,” Malcolm said, “And so did I, but we still did it.” “We did,” you agreed, your shoulders dropping as if a weight had been lifted. “I knew he was guilty,” you said, “and so did you.” Malcolm didn’t say anything, you knew he was bound in the same way you were, but he did nod. “We have done bad things, we have defended bad people, Malcolm,” you said, reaching your arm up to rest on his just for a second, “But we are not bad people.” This time you believed it. Malcolm didn’t reply, but he didn’t push your hand away or disagree either, instead he looked past you, prompting you to turn your head.

There was Matt, walking up the sidewalk towards your building, and you turned your head back to Malcolm, who was already stepping back onto the sidewalk. He gave you a little wave and a simple, “Goodbye.” And then he was off. “Y/N?” Matt’s voice called, and although you had seen him coming, you were startled, having been caught in the confusion of Malcolm Randall having shown up at your stoop and suddenly leaving. “I think I’m dreaming, Matt,” you said, still stealing glances back in the direction Malcolm had headed off to. “Do most of your dreams start off with with saying your name?” Matt laughed. You gave him a mock bout of laughter before gently pushing at his arm, “How cheeky, Matthew.” “What can I say? The ladies love it,” Matt affirmed, pulling you in by the waist towards him. It was 5:26PM and the sun was setting in Manhattan when Matt Murdock kissed you in front of your building three months and six days after he had kissed you for the first time in almost the same spot. This time when you pulled away from each other, Matt’s fingers tangled in your hair, your forehead resting against his, the words simply slipped from your mouth, “I love you.” His face broke into a smile, and you felt your heart swell, and in that moment, you felt so full, so complete. “I love you, too,” he replied back softly before pulling you back into him.

You and Matt spent the next couple of hours tangled up in each other, and the high from spending the night together carried over into the next morning even upon finding yourself alone in your bed in the morning. You felt confident, standing before the judge with Ben next to you at the table. As proceedings began for the day, the judge cleared his throat before beginning, “In light of Andrew Bennett’s testimony, I would like to remind the jury that Benjamin Harris here is on trial for murder. While Mr. Bennett’s outburst was certainly outrageous and confusing, it is the job of the police to investigate what he said, and it is your job to determine guilt in the case of Mr. Harris here. Is that understood?” The jury nodded solemnly, and part of you wondered why the prosecutor hadn’t argued for a mistrial or even to strike his testimony from the record. And then you realized that she wanted it on record. She wanted Andrew Bennett on record saying he raped Amanda Taylor, even if it hurt her case against Ben. That’s why she was gunning so hard for Ben to make a deal! You started to stand up, willing to take your chances on asking for the judge to dismiss now that you knew the prosecutor’s intentions. Natalie Ross was a great prosecutor but her vice was that she was greedy, she wanted to nail both Andrew and Ben.

Before you could say anything, Natalie was already up at the table next to you, calling to the judge, “You Honor?” “Yes, Ms. Ross?” the judge replied, eyeing the prosecutor. “The People would like to dismiss the case against Benjamin Harris,” she said, uncharacteristically quietly. “What?” you cried, your hand immediately going to Ben’s shoulder. “On what grounds, Ms. Ross?” the judge asked, his gaze traveling from the prosecutor to you. “The police have found the actual killer. He made a full confession early this morning,” she said, moving towards where the judge was seated, placing a file in front of him. Just less than a day ago, Natalie Ross had wanted Ben to go away for the same murder some had just confessed to? “I see,” the judge said, once again looking over the courtroom, in which the tension was so high you bet that half of the people in it were holding their breath. “This court dismisses the sole charge of murder in the first degree against Benjamin Harris. On behalf of this court, you have my apologies,” and with the bang of his gavel, it was over.

“That’s it?” Ben asked, looking up at you with a look of disbelief. “That’s it,” you said, as the commotion around you rose. These last few days in court had been eventful, and as much as you loved helping Ben, you weren’t sure if your heart was made for this kind of stress. Ben’s mom moved to hug her little boy, pulling you in as well while profusely thanking you. You gladly reciprocated the hug for a minute before pulling away to find Natalie making her way out of the courtroom. “Natalie!” you called, catching her just out the door. She stopped, and the expression on her face was almost apologetic, “I was just doing my job.” You took in a deep breath, trying to see it from her perspective, “I know, but you almost just put an innocent boy in prison. His life will never be the same.” She nodded, “It won’t be. But my job is to fight for the victim. Amanda Taylor is dead and it is my job to find her justice.” She was right. It had been your job to defend Ben, just as it had been to defend Andrew Bennett before, and Natalie had just been doing her job. “I-” you started, before being cut off by someone calling for the prosecutor. You looked past her shoulder, the familiar face catching your attention. “I have to go,” Natalie said, and you nodded as you watched her walk off with Malcom Randall.

“Y/N,” Matt’s voice called, and you waved at him before catching yourself and reminding yourself that the act was meaningless to him. “Why weren’t you here today, Matt?” you said, just now noticing that Matt hadn’t come to court. In fact, he hadn’t even been there in the morning. You knew what he did at night, but it still didn’t diminish the disappointment of not having him there to support you in court or in your arms in the morning. “I was-” he started before you cut him off, “Matty, they dismissed the charges against Ben. He’s free to go, they found who really killed her.” He smiled, and you noticed the cut on his lip and that led your eyes to the small bruise forming on his cheek, your hands immediately moving to his face to examine the injury. “I know,” Matt said, but you were too distracted with his injuries to remember what you had been saying, “Y/N, I-” It was an odd sort of day because you were getting all your conversations cut off before you could say anything of value, and this time it was Ben’s mom calling for you. “Matt,” you said, your attention caught between Ben’s mom and Matt standing before you. “I’ll talk to you soon,” you said, turning to talk with Ben’s mom, explaining to her the steps you’d take now, assuring her that she could take her boy home soon.

The walk out the courthouse steps was a good one this time, Ben’s mom holding her head high next to you on one side, and Matt right behind you as reporters rushed to you. “Ms. Y/N, what is next for your client now that the charges have been dismissed against him?” one reporter said. “A return to normalcy,” you said, “All he wants is for life to go back to normal, but after this, I’m not sure if he can.” You spoke the truth, your worry for Ben was a concern, but you hoped that with your assistance, and Matt’s presence in his life, he might be able to return to something close to normal. You were geared up for more questions, but the attention of the crowd quickly turned to the prosecutor who was just leaving the courthouse. “Ms. Ross,” one reporter called out, “What can you tell us about Amanda Taylor’s killer?” “He’s a member of a gang, and the murder weapon was found with his fingerprints on it, so we have no doubt about his guilt,” she said, her gaze meeting yours. “God bless her soul,” Ben’s mom said from beside you. “Amanda?” you asked softly, walking down the steps, your hand in Matt’s to guide him. “I know my boy didn’t hurt her, but that doesn’t mean what happened to that poor girl is right.  Bless her family and may they find peace,” she replied, casting a solemn look over you and Matt. You nodded in agreement and Matt patted her shoulder, “Don’t worry. The piece of garbage that did that to her is going away for a long time.” “Thank you both,” she said, blinking back tears, “For everything you have done for my boy.” You couldn’t help but reach forward to hug the woman, and she reciprocated, patting your back gently before pulling back, “Take care now.”

Once Ben’s mom had walked off, you turned to Matt, assessing the bruise blooming across his cheek before asking him, “It was you, wasn’t it?” “What?” he asked, feigning ignorance. “The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen,” you said quietly, still holding onto Matt’s hand, “You found him, didn’t you?” Matt pursed his lips, but he couldn’t hide the truth from you. “I wanted to kill him, Y/N,” he said, the words slipping from his mouth like a confession at church. “But you didn’t,” you said, running your thumb over his to try and soothe him. While you couldn’t feel things the same way Matt could, you knew him. He carried guilt in his heart the way any good Catholic did. “I didn’t,” he repeated softly, squeezing your hand.

“Hey, you dropped this,” you heard from behind you. Turning to face the owner of the voice, your heart nearly stopped beating. Billy Russo stood before you, his hand holding a piece of paper. Without thinking, you took it for him and just as suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone, having disappeared in the crowd of people walking up and down the street. “Who was that?” Matt asked as you unfolded the piece of paper Billy had handed you. “Matt,” you asked, your eyes scanning the small slip over once and then another time, “How did you find the guy?” Matt shook his head, caught off guard as you had countered his question with another question, “Foggy found a file with his information in it with our stuff on the Amanda Taylor case, he’s a member of the Dogs of Hell, and I guess they hadn’t sent a copy in Braille of it because I hadn’t read that one and wait, Y/N, your heart is going crazy, are you okay? Who was that?” You shook your head, processing the information Matt had given you. “I’m fine, Matt,” you replied, “I just… I thought I knew him, but, never mind, I’m fine.” “You don’t seem fine,” he replied, but you were distracted by the note still in your hands, reading the words over and over.

Told you I had your back. All my love, B.

woo billy russo making a comeback! please leave your love and feedback and pls pls pls comment, i live for those! thanks for reading!

[bartsugsy]

I agreed with your redemption post, apart from the last part. For me Aaron's never admitted to his mistakes, it still from my opinion anyway sounds like he blames the break up 100% on Robert and yeah it's like 80% / 20% but Aaron's never able to shoulder any of blame. Sorry this isn't meant to be hostile or anything.

it doesn’t sound hostile anon, dw!

i was thinking more along the lines of aaron, when he got out of prison, saying that he was the one responsible for putting kasim in hospital - i think more often then not, he tends to apologise when he needs to. 

he certainly can’t handle it when his own decisions have led to causing severe harm to anyone else (......uh, again, for the most part)

that conversation they have, after aaron throws the wrench at rob, is the first and only instance that aaron talks about this being down to both of them, not just robert. beyond that, you’re right, his attitude (particularly when speaking directly to rob) has been more that robert did this - i think i mostly let him off though because i feel like the show made it pretty clear that aaron wasn’t actually really talking about his real feelings at any point in the beginning of the break up. it’s a lot easier to maintain a break up when you’re angry at the other person. 

aaron needed to not go back to robert. on multiple occassions, we saw him sort of get drawn back in to it and then have to push back again. as much as robert is absolutely not pushing aaron for them to get back (compare his actions here to every time chrissie broke up with him and he would scheme and beg and manipulate his way back in as much as he could), if aaron gave robert even an inch, even the slightest hint that he would be open to getting back, rob would jump all over that, because obviously there’s nothing he wants more.

aaron needed to absolutely not do that. so the second he got back to the village after the break up, he went in guns blazing, walls up, point blank refusing to give robert anything at all. because... that was the easiest way?

i don’t think it’s as much aaron not acknowledging that it takes two people to maintain a relationship and two people to destroy it (as much as some people *cough* definitely shoulder more of the blame) as it is aaron just trying to stand his ground?

obviously, aaron is still completely in love with robert and still feels like he’s married (per last week’s episodes). he’s just... trying really hard not to be.

i don’t think aaron blames robert completely at all - it would be a real struggle to get them back together eventually if he did lmao

but the show hasn’t really made that all that clear, to my memory 

(likely bc aaron isn’t the one they’re trying to redeem, but that doesn’t mean it’s not annoying - i think the story would be richer for having a clearer and more consistently present view of aaron’s side than we’ve got so far)

idk - i just don’t think that that is enough to say that aaron doesn’t own up to his mistakes. by and large, i think the character has been fairly good at that over the years, when he’s sorry about them

(uh... sometimes he genuinely doesn’t give a shit if he’s in the wrong either way lmaooooo - he’s got appropriately dodgy morals too)

(like, he still does not give a fuck that he helped rob destroy his marriage to chrissie lmao)

(like not even slightly gives a shit)

(rob >>>> the wellbeing of other people, for aaron)

(ok maybe this whole thing is just a slither of karma for aaron too bless)

(karma sucks @ robron)

if they wanted to, around the time of the reunion or whatever, talk about this particular aspect of things, that would be just gr8 and interesting - idk if they’ll want to go that deep though, or confuse the fact that by and large, this still really is down to robert

(bc again, i don’t see them sorting out their communication issues any time soon, which also played a big part in things)

(it’s baby steps)

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Links 1/5/19

Oh-ho! Elephant tusk trinkets in Cambodia are actually woolly mammoth! PhysOrg (Lance N)

AI-Equipped Cameras Will Help Spot Wildlife Poachers Before They Can Kill The Verge

Once considered outlandish, the idea that plants help their relatives is taking root AAAS (Dr. Kevin)

Data mining adds evidence that war is baked into the structure of society MIT Technology Review (Dr. Kevin, David L)

PepsiCo is rolling out a fleet of robots to bring snacks to college students The Verge. Resilc: “Just what we all need, junk on demand.”

Link Between Social Media and Depression Stronger In Teen Girls Than Boys, Study Says CNN

The Best Skin-Care Trick Is Being Rich The Atlantic (Dr. Kevin)

China?

Will China’s moon landing launch a new space race? The Conversation (Kevin W)

Chinese scholar offers insight into Beijing’s strategic mindset Pepe Escobar, Asia Times (J-LS)

The US and China are in a quantum arms race that will transform warfare MIT Technology Review

Asia stumbles into year of the currency war Asia Times (resilc)

Brexit

Ministers plan for a ‘practice traffic jam’ to prepare for no deal Brexit: Up to 150 lorries will be sent from Manston Airport to Dover during Monday’s rush hour in last minute test Daily Mail (Kevin W). I am waiting for Richard North to laugh at this.

Brexit: changing the business model Richard North. A must read.

Britain is on the brink of an historic strategic decision Chris Grey. Another important post, but disconcerting to see how someone who nailed the big picture believes in the referendum unicorn

Patrick Cockburn: Brexit bluster has stopped us taking on the true challenge of nationhood in the grip of globalisation Independent (rfd)

The new Brexit movie with Benedict Cumberbatch wants to understand voter anger. And it’s causing plenty. NBC (furzy)

Bolsonaro and the Rainforest LobeLog (resilc)

New Cold War

EXPLOSIVE: @DanKaszeta of @Strongpoint_UK invoiced @InitIntegrity #IntegrityInitiative £2,276.80 in July 2018 during the #Skripal #Novichok affair for writing articles on the subjects of poison gas; nerve agents; treatment; nerve agent persistency & #PortonDown @RTUKproducer pic.twitter.com/V35PemrN9E

— Fvnk (@WhatTheFvnk) January 4, 2019

Integrity Initiative’ – New Documents From Shady NGO Released Moon of Alabama (Kevin W)

Syraqistan

Has Trump Been Outmaneuvered on Syria Troop Withdrawal? Consortiumnews (furzy)

The Saudi Lobby Foreign Influence Transparency Initiative (resilc)

Trump Just Endorsed the USSR’s Invasion of Afghanistan The Atlantic (furzy)

Big Brother is Watching You Watch

Amazon Says 100 Million Alexa Devices Have Been Sold The Verge. 100 million places yours truly will not go.

The Weather Channel app sued over claims it sold location data NBC. Haha, this is a lovely source of revenue for budget-starved governments. High time someone go after these data-whores in serious way.

German cyber defense body under fire over massive breach DW

Ecuador to audit Julian Assange’s asylum & citizenship as country eyes IMF bailout RT (martha r)

Trump Transition

Schumer: Trump threatened to keep government shut down for years The Hill

Trump threatens to wield executive power on border wall Financial Times

Trump threatens ‘national emergency’ BBC

Mueller’s D.C. Grand Jury Granted More Time to Investigate Bloomberg

Trump Just Killed His Own Defense Strategy – Defense One. Resilc: “The military industrial cpomp]lex is just pissed that they will have to do new marketing plans for new products. The horror of new Powerpoint sales presentations…..”

ICE Now Locks Up Everyone American Prospect

The US Government Has Always Been a Tool of Greedy Corporations VICE (resilc)

The $9 Billion Upcharge: How Insurers Kept Extra Cash From Medicare Wall Street Journal. Important original reporting.

Six-Year-Old Moira Is One of the Sickest People in America. So Why Is North Carolina Trying to Gut Her Health Care? – Mother Jones. Resilc: “The GOP stopped caring when she stopped being a fetus.”

Clinton Crony Says Bernie Supporters Must Be Silenced For 2020 Primaries Caitlin Johnstone (furzy)

Don’t Underestimate Elizabeth Warren and Her Populist Message New Yorker (resilc)

Pelosi Burns Republicans To The Ground By Invoking Reagan During Speech Marking New Session Of Congress The United States Blues (resilc)

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez: Attempt to smear congresswoman with clip of her dancing backfires Sky News (Kevin W). Following up on Lambert’s coverage: Right. It’s OK for Theresa May to embarrass herself by dancing horribly in South Africa and then unironically doing a cringe-making mini-reprise at a Tory party conference but not for a young woman to have some really good dance clips from college…..long before she was in public life (if think that dancing is Too Unserious to be caught doing it, or even worse, to do it well).

Powell stokes market rally with promise of ‘patience’ Financial Times

The lies Comcast allegedly told customers to hide full cost of service ars technica

Robinhood Checking Moved Fast and Broke Bloomberg (UserFriendly)

Apple has way bigger problems than China, analysts say Business Insider

Devastating Wildfires Force California’s Largest Utility To Plan Sale Of Gas Assets NPR (David L)

Class Warfare

Why Aren’t Democratic Governors Pardoning More Prisoners? New Republic

Robots Are Taking Some Jobs, But Not All: World Bank Mercury News. Yet more “Let them eat training.” Will someone please inform the people in power that it isn’t too smart to have the only jobs left in advanced economies for unskilled men to involve carrying a gun?

This Is Everything That Is Wrong With Mainstream Feminism Caitlin Johnstone (furzy). Oh, sorry, because feminism, women will have equal opportunity to have otherwise unskilled gun-carrying jobs.

Rep. Liz Cheney, daughter of Dick Cheney, yesterday attacked "the fraud of socialism." Really? I wasn't aware that it was "socialism" that lied about weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, and got us into a horrific war that we should never have started.

— Bernie Sanders (@SenSanders) January 4, 2019

The trouble with WOKE comedy Jonathan Pie

Antidote du jour (Tracie H):

And a bonus antidote (martha r):

Mother quokka and her baby pic.twitter.com/sdYcVKQBzd

— Welcome To Nature (@welcomet0nature) January 3, 2019

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