#“do you think i care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?” is so mulder-coded

[antinousletmehit]

୨୧┇decided to make cute little moments of how Eurymachus and reader interacted when they were younger

୨୧┇CAME FROM APHRODITES GAMBLE SERIES‼️⚠️‼️

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Antinous adjusted the clasp on his cloak and knelt in front of Y/N, who stood stiffly, her wide eyes darting nervously at the bustling palace around them. She clutched the hem of his tunic like it was a lifeline. “Y/N,” Antinous said gently, prying her small hands off his clothes. “I need to leave for a little while. Just to speak with someone about our place here.”

Her grip tightened momentarily before she reluctantly let go. “How long?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Not long,” he assured her, though his eyes flicked with uncertainty. “You’ll be fine. Eurymachus will look after you while I’m gone.”

At the mention of Eurymachus, she glanced at the tall, lanky man leaning against a pillar nearby. He gave her a lazy wave and a smirk, which only made her retreat closer to Antinous.

Antinous sighed, brushing her dark hair back from her face. “He’s fine, N/N. He’s my right hand man. If you trust me, you can trust him. Alright?”

She hesitated, biting her lip, but eventually nodded. “Okay…”

Antinous stood and gestured for Eurymachus to come over. “She’s in your care,” he said firmly. “Don’t let her out of your sight.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eurymachus replied dismissively, waving Antinous off. “Go do your thing. She’s safe with me.”

Antinous shot one last reassuring look at her before walking away, disappearing into the crowd of suitors and servants.

She stood frozen, her hands clenched at her sides, as Eurymachus turned to her. He crouched slightly, meeting her nervous gaze. “So… uh… kid,” he started awkwardly. “What do you… do for fun? Dolls? Rocks? Stare at walls?”

She blinked up at him, unsure how to respond. “I… I don’t know…”

Eurymachus scratched the back of his neck. “Right. Cool. This is going great.” He straightened up, looking around as if searching for something to entertain her. “Okay, how about… oh! I know.” He pulled a flask from his belt and held it out to her. “You want some? It’s wine.”

Her eyes widened in horror. “I… I don’t think I’m supposed to drink that.”

Eurymachus raised a brow. “Why not? You’re scared of everyone here, right? This’ll help. Loosen you up.”

She shook her head rapidly, taking a step back. “A-Antinous says I’m still a kid!”

Eurymachus paused, blinking at her like he’d just realized her age. “Kid, huh? Right… kids can’t drink.” He tucked the flask away, muttering, “Antinous didn’t mention I’d be babysitting.”

She stared at him, still nervous but now slightly offended. “I’m not a baby.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Eurymachus said with a shrug. “You look like you’re about to pass out from fear.”

“I’m not scared!” she protested, though her trembling hands betrayed her.

Eurymachus sighed, rubbing his temples. “Alright, alright, fine. No wine. Want some bread or something? That’s a kid thing, right? Bread?”

She gave him a suspicious look but eventually nodded. “I like bread…”

“Great,” he said, gesturing for her to follow him. “Let’s go find some bread and not tell your brother I almost gave you wine.”

As they walked off, she kept a wary distance, still unsure about this strange man Antinous trusted. Eurymachus, meanwhile, was silently praying Antinous would come back soon—because babysitting was definitely not his area of expertise.

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Y/N was sitting on a stone bench in the palace gardens, her legs swinging idly as she tried to focus on tying flowers into a chain. The day had been quiet, with Antinous off training and Eurymachus tasked—again—with keeping an eye on her. However, “keeping an eye” for Eurymachus typically meant finding ways to entertain himself, and today, that entertainment was his unsuspecting charge.

From behind a nearby hedge, Eurymachus crouched low, a mischievous grin on his face. He had been watching her hum softly to herself, completely unaware of his presence. Slowly, he picked up a dry twig and snapped it, the sharp crack echoing through the quiet garden.

She froze, her hands clutching the unfinished flower chain. “H-Hello?” she called out, her small voice trembling slightly.

Eurymachus smirked. Perfect. “Hello…” he drawled in a low, ghostly voice, staying hidden.

Her eyes darted around, her expression growing nervous. “Who’s there?”

Instead of answering, Eurymachus rustled the bushes dramatically, adding to the illusion of something lurking nearby.

“Antinous?” She whispered, her voice shaking now. She stood up, clutching the flowers like a shield. “Is that you? Eurymachus?”

Eurymachus waited until she turned her back toward him before suddenly jumping out with a loud “BOO!”

She screamed, stumbling back and dropping her flower chain. Her eyes were wide with terror as she stared at Eurymachus, who doubled over with laughter.

“That was priceless!” he managed to say between chuckles. “You should’ve seen your face! Absolutely legendary!”

But instead of laughing or yelling at him, her lips quivered, and big tears welled up in her eyes.

“Y-You’re mean!” she cried, her voice breaking as she buried her face in her hands.

Eurymachus immediately froze, his laughter dying in his throat. “Wait—wait, no, don’t cry!” he said, panic creeping into his tone. “It was just a joke! Come on, N/N, it wasn’t that scary!”

Pandora sniffled, wiping her face as the tears kept falling. “I-I thought it was a monster! A-And you’re laughing at me!”

Eurymachus groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, okay, I messed up. My bad. I’m sorry, alright?” He crouched down in front of her, his hands awkwardly hovering as if he wanted to comfort her but didn’t know how. She didn’t respond, still sniffling.

“Look, I’ll make it up to you,” he said quickly, his tone desperate. “You want some cake? We’ll go get cake. You want me to carry you to Antinous? I’ll do that too. Just… stop crying, alright?”

She peeked at him through her fingers, her tear-streaked face still full of betrayal. “You’re mean…”

“I know, I know,” Eurymachus said, sighing. “But I’m your brother’s idiot best friend, so you’re stuck with me. Can we call a truce?” He hesitated, then added, “And… I won’t scare you again. Promise.”

She sniffled one last time, crossing her arms. “Cake first.”

Eurymachus chuckled, relieved. “Cake it is. But don’t tell Antinous about this, alright? He’ll kill me.”

She glared at him but nodded, taking his hand as they walked toward the kitchens. Despite her tears, she silently vowed to get her revenge someday.

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Y/N was sitting cross-legged on the marble floor of the palace hallway, humming a little tune as she carefully arranged her dolls. She was lost in her own world, making one doll—a “queen”—order the others to prepare for a royal feast. Eurymachus strolled by, his usual swagger in place, when he noticed her. A mischievous grin spread across his face. “What’re you doing, little princess? Having a tea party?”

She looked up at him and stuck out her tongue. “Go away, Eurymachus. You’re too dumb to understand.”

Eurymachus raised an eyebrow, mock-offended. “Dumb, huh? Let me see one of these royal subjects of yours.” Before y/n could react, he snatched the queen doll from her hands and held it high above her head.

“Hey! Give her back!” She squealed, jumping up and reaching for the doll, but Eurymachus, being much taller, kept it well out of her grasp.

“What’s the big deal?” Eurymachus teased, twirling the doll by its arm. “Looks like she’s had better days anyway.”

“Don’t hurt her!” She shouted, her voice edging on panic.

Eurymachus, still smirking, pretended to inspect the doll. “Relax, kid. She’s just a—” He fumbled, and the doll slipped from his hand, hitting the floor with a loud crack. Her eyes went wide as she dropped to her knees, cradling the broken doll. Her lips trembled, and then, with a loud wail, she bolted down the hall, tears streaming down her face.

“ANTINOUS!” she sobbed, her voice echoing through the palace.

Moments later, Antinous appeared, storming toward her like an avenging storm. He knelt beside his sister, taking one look at the broken doll in her hands and her tear streaked face. “Who did this?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

She pointed back down the hallway. “Eurymachus! He broke her on purpose!”

Antinous stood, his face a mask of fury. “Stay here,” he commanded before striding off.

Eurymachus was still chuckling to himself when Antinous found him. Before he could utter a word, Antinous grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

“What the—? Antinous, what’s your—” Eurymachus’s protest was cut off by a sharp punch to the gut.

“You broke her doll, you idiot!” Antinous growled, landing another blow. “She’s a kid! What is wrong with you?”

“Alright, alright! I didn’t mean to—” Eurymachus tried to explain, but Antinous wasn’t having it. He landed another punch before shoving Eurymachus to the floor.

“You ever upset her like that again,” Antinous snarled, “and I’ll make sure you’re the broken one.” With that, Antinous stormed back to his sister, leaving Eurymachus groaning on the floor.

She looked up at her brother with wide, teary eyes. “Did you get him?”

Antinous knelt beside her, gently wiping her tears away. “Don’t worry, N/N. I handled it. Nobody messes with my little sister.”

She sniffled but managed a small smile. “Thanks, Antinous.”

He smiled back, ruffling her hair. “Come on, let’s get you a new doll.”

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Y/N sprinted through the palace halls, her small frame trembling with sobs. Tears streamed down her face as she burst into Eurymachus’s room without knocking. He was lounging on a chair, lazily polishing a dagger, but he immediately sat up when he saw her crying. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” Eurymachus asked, a rare note of concern in his voice.

She threw herself into his arms, clutching his tunic. “Telemachus said—he said when his father, Odysseus, comes back, he’ll kill Antinous and all the suitors! He can’t kill my brother, Eurymachus! I don’t want him to die!”

Eurymachus blinked, his usual smirk replaced by a furrowed brow. He awkwardly patted her back, unsure of how to comfort her. “Hey, hey, calm down, kid. No one’s killing Antinous, alright? That little brat’s just running his mouth.”

She sniffled, looking up at him with tear-streaked cheeks. “You promise?”

Eurymachus sighed and stood, setting her down gently. “I’ll take care of this, alright? You stay here.”

Without waiting for a reply, he stormed out of the room, muttering curses under his breath. It didn’t take long to find Telemachus, who was in the courtyard practicing with a wooden sword. Eurymachus marched up to him, his usual swagger replaced by irritation. “Hey, prince,” Eurymachus called out, his tone sharp. “What’s this I hear about you telling Y/N that Odysseus is gonna kill us all? Scaring a little girl? Real manly of you.”

Telemachus lowered his sword and turned to face Eurymachus, his face a mix of defiance and annoyance. “I just told her the truth. If my father comes back, he will deal with all of you. It’s not my fault she can’t handle it.”

Eurymachus glared, stepping closer. “Listen here, you little snot. You keep your mouth shut about that kind of thing, especially around her. You think this is a game? She’s scared out of her mind!”

Telemachus rolled his eyes and smirked. “Maybe if you suitors weren’t plotting to steal my mother’s hand, this wouldn’t be an issue.”

Eurymachus opened his mouth to retort, but before he could say anything, Telemachus swung his foot up and kicked him square in the shin. Eurymachus yelped, stumbling back and clutching his leg.

“You little—!” Eurymachus growled, hopping on one foot.

Telemachus smirked smugly. “Maybe next time, think twice before coming at me.”

As Telemachus walked off, Eurymachus muttered a string of curses under his breath, rubbing his shin. He limped back to his room, where Y/N was still waiting, nervously fidgeting with her hands.

“What happened?” she asked, her voice small.

Eurymachus slumped into his chair, waving her off. “Nothing. Just had a chat with the prince. Let’s just say he’s lucky I didn’t strangle him.”

She tilted her head, frowning. “Did you fix it?”

Eurymachus sighed, giving her a tired smile. “Yeah, kid. Don’t worry about it. Antinous isn’t going anywhere, okay?”

She nodded, her tears finally drying up as she gave him a small, hopeful smile. “Thanks, Eurymachus.”

He grunted, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make this a habit, alright?”

@simpformoonkight @xo-cuteplosion-xo @lover-lyn

Tagged the ppl who I thought would be interested

[femmenature]

nobody gets me, you do

Pairing: Ellie Williams x f! reader (ofc)

Summary: where your ex Ellie can't spend another day pretending she doesn't still love you.

Warnings: Inappropriate language.

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you usually appreciated this kind of nights. Where you don't have to work and you can watch a series or put more effort into the food, and not just make a simple white rice. You used to appreciate it in Ellie's company. Now you prefer to keep your head busy, work, study, do some gardening even though you know perfectly well how horrible you are at it. And that your head will probably play tricks on you and remind you of how Els laughed for a week because a damn cactus dried up on you. A sigh escapes your thoughts. “See, this is what happens when you're distracted,” you say to yourself, leaning against the kitchen counter. But your relaxed posture didn't last long, as someone knocked on your door. Strange, knowing that you didn't order anything to eat and didn't invite your friends. You walked to the door and opened it with your eyebrows furrowed, you were going to open your mouth but it was her, and you just stood with your hand on the door frame and your heart in your mouth.

Ellie looked at me and blinked rapidly, as if checking that this was not a dream. Her heel rested on the floor, leaving the toe of her slipper raised nervously. “hey” she let out in a sigh, which she seemed to have been holding back for quite some time.

“hey…” my voice betrayed me and trembled as I said something as small as a greeting. Though I guess it only matters who you're saying it to, and having her in front of you isn't easy, more so when you've had no contact for the past five months.

“I know it's weird, knocking on your door knowing we're not together” she spoke fast on the last words, wanting to cover up the fact that you guys are apart, because it hurts her more than anything else in this world ”but I'd rather you see me as a freaking weirdo than keep this to myself any longer. Altough you know I'm weird, I mean, you know me better than anyone else and-” she stopped talking, knowing she was getting distracted.

“do you want to come in and we can talk inside?” even though you're scared to death and more uneasy than ever, you acted calm so she would be too. She nodded and you invited her in, closing the door behind her. “so…why are you here?” you don't act disinterested, not excited either, Even if you are. You disguise the fireworks in your stomach as you smell her perfume when she walked inside. As if your house is complete again.

“uhm, these five months” she licked her lips nervously as she looks away remembering the days she spent without you ”were the worst months in the world. And it's just pathetic to tell you knowing that you're the reason I had such a hard time. Or the absence of you. I was with a part of you, with your ghost that haunted me everywhere I went reminding me that it wasn't going to be the same without you, and the worst part is that even though it wasn't really you it was all I had left to not feel completely alone in the world. So somehow I didn't want it to go away” her eyes finally met mine, softening ”our pictures are still in my room, even our saved game from the last time we played Life is Strange together. I didn't touch it waiting for you to come back, in that stupid hope that you'd show up and we'd forget our stupid fight. But I guess our pride won us over once again.” she moves a little closer, slowly, as if she's afraid the floor beneath her will crumble ”and for the first time in my life I couldn't care less about my pride because I know you're on the other side of the scale. And the love I have for you compares to absolutely nothing I have or will ever be able to have.”

your eyes become crystal clear, you think this is not real, you imagined so much that this moment would come, you made so many scenarios with Ellie and that she will come back into your life, but not like this. She is practically showing you her heart like never before, in a desperate attempt to get back to being everything she loves and still loves. You were going to say something, but she cut you off, she had more to tell you, more to show you how much she misses you.

“So I'm here. I'm not going to lie to you and pretend that I don't expect you to answer me, that I'll be able to wait for you to think and answer me without falling apart from the anticipation of not being able to hold you in my arms again. I don't even know how I could endure these months without you” finally closes the immense distance and gently caresses your hand tenderly ”do you know how desperate it is that no one understands you, that the only one who knew how to calm you down was miles away from me in body and soul?”

her eyes are desperately searching for yours and her voice is begging you “the only person who could do that was you and it killed me to know that you didn't want to see me when all I wanted to do was kiss you as if the world would end after that. Nobody gets me, you do. Nobody can beat your eyes, your touch, your voice, your jokes, your love. I couldn't even look at another woman because I knew no one was worth it, no one is worth it. No one can look at me and know when I'm anxious, or how much I love space. They would see the stuffed dinosaur I have in my room as a simple stuffed animal, when you took the time to know which one is my favorite and buy it for my birthday and when I would give an explanation of that dinosaur and why I have that damn stuffed animal the only thing I will think about is that I lost you forever and and-"

you approached her and gave her a sudden kiss, knowing that if you let her talk anymore, anxiety would eat her up. The kiss is tender, desperate for time apart, but at the same time soft and romantic. Her hands brought your hips closer to hers while you caressed the back of her neck. After a few seconds you separated and rested your foreheads without taking your hands off where you had them

"I hope you never have to explain to anyone why you have a dinosaur in your room because I'm not going to lose you again" Ellie smiled and hugged you, hiding her face in your neck "I wasn't planning on doing it anyway. I was going to die without you then I wouldn't give myself the chance to have another girlfriend" you laughed caressing her hair "I missed you, Els" she kissed your neck tenderly without letting go "I missed you too baby"

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I'M SORRY if it's not well written, I don't speak English and it's hard for me not to get lost!!! Enjoy <333

[481mclarg]

Drunk together. | LN4

★ Let's get drunk together so I can kiss you and blame it on the vodka.

FANFIC + SMAU « Eng & Esp »

Lando Norris x Male!Oc Former Rider

« K » We are near the end... D:

Warning: —

★ Chapters: One. | Two. | Three. | Four. | Five. | Six.

[ 🗺; 🇲🇨 ] Mónaco.

[ 🗓 ] 25 Jan. 2026

          Ezequiel felt his heart in his mouth. He was afraid to ring the doorbell, although he doubted that standing at the door of the building would help him.

          People had talked a lot about them, with their theories and photos accompanying the rumors. He was afraid that Lando had invited him to his department in Monaco just to tell him that he didn't want those rumors to continue. Let them not see each other again to let people forget that at some point, something happened between them.

          Instantly, Sacha's voice telling him to go talk to Norris before assuming anything scolded him.

          He rang the bell. There was no turning back.

          —Eze. —Their hearts betrayed them again. An accelerated pace, blushing their cheeks, curling their lips without them being able to do anything to stop it.

          —Lan. —hearing his nickname coming from his mouth gave him some peace of mind.

          In the elevator, they were quiet, nervous, but a little less afraid. Lando, with his hands behind his back, leaning against the metal wall, swaying in place, Ezequiel, with his hands clasped in front, playing with his thumbs, waiting impatiently.

          When they were sitting on the couch in the living room, the situation was not very different, with both of them shifting in their places.

          —Sorry for leaving suddenly. —he began before Norris said anything. —I- I was scared. —he confessed, going on to explain his concern with his work, with someone on his team saying something to the press and it affecting him. His fear of continuing to develop their relationship and that he would lose his seat in Formula One because of him.

          The one with curls tried to let him talk, but when he saw that he was starting to get tangled, he just decided to get his attention again.

          He thought about what would be the best way to silence him, and his only response was:

          —¿Eh-? —Norris laughed. —You kiss me...? —

          —Yeah. —He nodded, still holding the older man's face in his hands. God, he had missed him. —They can fuck themselves, Eze. I don't really care. I want you. —

          —But‐ Oh my God... —He placed his hands on the British's hands. —Am I dreaming? —he asked almost with fear.

          —No, I don't think so. —He laughed before Torres asked him for a second kiss, which he granted without hesitation.

          If McLaren or the FIA ​​were to put any kind of obstacle in his life and career by choosing Ezequiel, he would be sad, but he would never regret it. Lose him again? No. Now that he had him in his arms again, after months of missing his presence, he wouldn't let anything or anyone take them away.

          Everything had happened too quickly, and they knew that now they had to work on communication and the time they could dedicate to the relationship, but they would do it, and together.

          Lando couldn't stop repeating how much he missed him, how afraid he was that he would never see him again, that he wouldn't even want to write to him. Ezequiel laughed, answering that he had thought the same thing.

          «I want us to try it. I want to make us work» Norris could get those words tattooed, along with the date. It was one of the happiest days of his life.

481MCLARG | 20 . 01 . 2025 | CORREGIDO

[rouge-fauna]

In this discduo timeline pastebin i read, you can see tommy did care about dream for a very long time even while his friends were trying to convince him that dream was bad, he continued to praise dream and had plans to meet him irl. It wasnt until june july 2023 when tommy started believing the lies his friends and fans kept telling him and thays when he banned the words dream and discduo in his chat and said that he didnt wanna go all the way to florida. I think he genuinly thinks dream wronged him based on his body language in the podcast and how he dissocoates, like tommy now percieves all his past positive interactions with dream as a negative and jack, harry, and tommys fanbase fed into that, but he also is lying about dream with other things. And i mean he could be faking that body language to garner sympathy Im not entirely sure. Im just looking at the nuance here. He knows dream or at least he did. He used to check up on him all the time and he knew how bad dreams mental health was, but he still lies and claims dreams apathetic and thinks dream cant take accountability and thinks dream doesnt care about him when dream has always cared. I can send you that pastebin if u want, u can see the decline in where tommy starts turning against dream its aroundn the time where he and harry got closer. But before that, he saw dream as this brilliant helpful guy and referred to him as a friend, even in the past referred to him as closer than a brother. He cared for dream at some point for a long time, then ditched him and betrayed him. Also dream refers to tommy as emotional, and i can see how someone so sensitive can interpret a long dm as an attack, and apparently he did explain his issue to dream before but it never got resolved or tommys lying about that too. I dont doubt that he is doing a lot of this to get attention, but i do think some feelings could be genuine despite it logically not adding up. I can see how someone could interpret dreams dms in a stressful way. But the fact tommy even gave a shit about dream in the past to begin with makes this worse, because the way i see it, if someone close to me turned on me i would be a lot more hurt by that than if someone i was only colleagues with turned on me.

Was gonna chrck back on their past interactions to see if i can spot anything shady on tommys part if yk what i mean even if this is gonna make me sad. One of my co workers offered to do a watchparty💀

(I should preface this by saying I have not yet watched the podcast, because at the moment I’m little too triggered to even give a shit about what Tommy has to say to be honest. I don’t really see what defense or reasoning you could possibly have for calling anyone, nonetheless your past friend a “proper movie villain” while accusing him of things that aren’t true, knowing the consequences. I mean I just don’t think people have really let that fact truly sink he, Tommy publicly compared Dream to Darth Vader, Bane, The Joker, Voldemort…etc mass murderers. Just think about that for a second. That’s not okay. People are out there comparing him to Hitler and talking about brutal ways to kill him, a go fund me to kill Dream has started. I don’t think there is a damn thing Tommy can say Dream did to excuse that shit, he will get no sympathy from me. Even if Dream physically abused him, which ain’t true since they’ve never met, Dream still shouldn’t be compared to freaking Hannibal.)

Even so, as I have said in some of my past posts on the matter, I do think perhaps Tommy was hurt by something that happened with Dream in the past and in retrospect realized perhaps things weren’t as good as he thought. Which happens, sometimes we look back on things and are like - hey wait a minute that wasn’t okay and that hurt. But that doesn’t make that person a shit person.

The example I believe I previously talked about was my first kiss, but to give another example, a guy I was good friends with freshman year of college was very handsy and I didn’t really realize in the moment how I felt about it or that he was pushing boundaries he shouldn’t. At first I didn’t think much of it. I was naive and autistic and didn’t really know better, and he was too. He didn’t have sisters, hell he thought woman were always making milk lol. In other words, we were both dumb. And looking back he did a lot of things that really were not okay, but once I came to realize and set boundaries he respected them. In fact, we are still kinda friends today, we’re even roomates for a bit after I graduate back in 2023. So, suffice to say, sometimes people can do shitty things or even things that you realize later were not okay, or even things that traumatize you, but that doesn’t make that person shitty. Especially if you didn’t call it out in the moment. This is what I mean by giving Dream the benefit of the doubt, sure I could perceive my friend as manipulative and taking advantage of naivety or whatever, or I recognize that he really just doesn’t know better. Now when you tell someone to stop and then they continue (depending on what it is because ya know old habits die hard or like my adhd is gonna try my hardest but I will inevitably skews up pronouns - just like I screw up everyone’s pronouns) now you’ve entered into the malicious and intentional area.

Bringing it back to Dream, Tommy was upset and told him to stop texting his mother, so Dream apologized to both and stopped. It becomes harassment and malicious if Dream continued over and over to do it, but he didn’t. This is why Dream is frustrated because he doesn’t know what behavior is upsetting people, and in his heart that’s not what he wants to do, but if people don’t tell him how is he meant to improve. At the end of the day, he doesn’t want to offend anyone or hurt someone, that doesn’t mean he hasn’t done so though as these things happen, nobody is perfect.

So I think maybe Tommy was hurt, maybe it was in retrospect looking back, maybe it was friends pointing things out and were like - hey that’s fucked up that happened. Maybe some of that hurt is genuine. And maybe you could make the case that that hurt has spurred him to take revenge and ruin Dream in whatever way it takes. So the jokes and lies are just part of his lashing out because he feels wronged.

However, there is also a case to be made that given Tommy’s history as pointed out by Dream with Logan Paul, maybe it was all an act. Maybe he was using Dream from the start and Dream being the naive, good hearted, autistic guy made an easy target. Maybe he only pretended to be good friends, sure Dream doesn’t have anything to gain from being Tommy’s friend but that doesn’t go both ways. Tommy has a lot to gain from being Dream’s friend, but as the tides turned he had a lot to lose by being Dream’s friend and it was easier to switch sides not that there was no incentive, as Dream pointed out as the USMP fell through so did Tommy switch sides. Once he couldn’t gain clout for being on Dream’s side but being against Dream, he switches. Because a lot of his audience has always been against Dream, struggling to tell the difference between character and person and as is human nature, instinctively hating an autistic person. That has been the case for ages, Tommy could have given into his audience for ages but even during the allegations height he still did that dsmp finale and posted that picture on Twitter (which he got a lot of hate for)…

All I’m saying, is even the people who have wronged me, even the person who pushed me to almost kill myself, I wouldn’t wish death or harassment upon them. I wouldn’t do the shit Tommy has pulled, because there was a time when we were friends. There were times when they were good to me. And maybe that makes me an exception to the rule, that people would be so cruel to the people they once called friends, but I couldn’t and that’s what makes me question Tommy’s sincerity and capacity for empathy…

Though perhaps both can be true.

[dilfdyke]

betraying someone who trusts them deeply is one of the sexiest things a character can do its unparalleled. cause either the relationship is irrevocably changed and said character is completely at fault (guilt complex, hot) or it isnt and then both sides have to deal with the fact that they care about each other enough to overlook the betrayal (unceasing devotion, also hot)

[intheconfessiondial]

12 Months of 12 - September

[sentientsky]

Hozier, "Francesca"

clara, my clara

[itssofuckingover]

something something the doctor is forgiving To A Fault because he knows what it is to love literally the most fucked up guy ever despite his moral reservations and protests to their behavior he loves them and can’t help but hold hope with him for every other awful thing in the universe and that’s an expression of love as profound and tragic as anything

[macbethz]

Yells at the doctor who like it’s football

[clarasghosts]

Clara Oswald 🤝 Armand deceptive control freaks (+ the old men with person-shaped holes in their memory)

[danseuse-de-ballet]

Twelve + Clara + “professional detachment”

[claratwelve]

after coming back i was so happy that twelve seems to be much more popular now than when i went on my dw hiatus, but i still see so many jabs at him, usually followed by "that's why i stopped watching until thirteen" and it frustrates me a lot because you missed his whole character development, no wonder you think he's a cold-hearted grumpy old man. don't speak on him unless you've seen all of his run

[stradakiev]

Are you a well adjusted adult or is your favorite comfort episode of doctor who dark water/death in heaven?

[bowtiesarecool11]

This is one of the most beautiful lines in Doctor Who, but may I just remind you that Series 8 also gave us....

[dalesramblingsblog]

I know Morgan and Wong's take on Mulder and Scully's relationship is controversial within fandom, to put it mildly, but I do have a sneaking admiration for it. Because I mean, where else are you going to get a show about the weird hazily-defined self-destructive cycle of interactions between two witty leads encountering the paranormal and otherworldly, with a male partner who constantly demonstrates a blatant disregard for a lot of social norms and customs that make him a bit of an arrogant jerk to those he doesn't know, further drawing his female colleague/accomplice into lying and covering for him at the expense of her own ability to have a normal life and ah fuck lads they only went and wrote Clara and Twelve twenty years early...

[judas-loved-him]

"Do you think I care so little for you that betraying me would make a difference?" -Doctor Who