#10 (TEN) DAYS

[cliopadra]

THE LAST DOUBLE DIGIT DAY IS UPON US! 10 DAYS LEFT TILL GOOD OMENS SEASON 2, EVERYBODY!

[ollyrewind]

are you still listening by abbie bosworth

(my merthur playlist that’s like ten years in the making)

[arulia108]

[charmac]

We had a ten minute long conversation with Charlie Day that ended in him telling us he thinks we understand the show better than anyone he’s met.

I think this is the greatest night of my life

[rbtlvr]

(text from this post, fic is little kid with a big death wish by @remedyturtles)

i'm genuinely not sure where to start here - ig first of all this fic is absolutely incredible and if you somehow haven't read it yet you absolutely should!

okay. man. rem, this fic means so so much to me and i'm so glad i got to be here for it. i think this is one of those fics that'll stick with me years down the line even if one day i'm not into tmnt anymore, one i'll come back to over and over again

your writing has touched so so many people myself very much included, and i just. want to thank you so much for writing this fic and thank you for sharing it. you're an amazing writer and an amazing person and i'm lucky to know you. i can't wait to see what you do next

[expelliarmus]

[callmehere-iwillappear]

(PLEASE mind the tags btw ok love yall)

[renguro]

that's how chapter 48 happened, right?

[orchid-arts1]

Might be blurry :/

[theyilinglaozus]

So I've been sort of binge watching Mysterious Lotus Casebook these past few days and I am so here for the 'you are the only one (rival) for me in this life Li Xiangyi' energy Di Feisheng carries. He's not here to solve crimes and fix the past! He's not here to make friends! He's just here to settle the score with his number one true rival. I respect that.

[tokyicons]

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[benjimarii]

Happy Valentine's day to all my Ben 10 mutuals and fellow goobers! This here is my yearly set of Ben 10 Valentine's day cards! We got Heatblast, Upgrade, Echo Echo, Goop, Kickin' Hawk and Bloxx for the line up! Feel free to use these and send them to mutuals, friends, partners or family. Or to whoever you want, I don't mind! Pass them out like the little cards you used to give out to each other in school! Have fun!! Individual cards to grab under here:

[absolutebl]

10 Favorite BLs in Picture form Only

Another fun tag game, thanks again @karebear923

Rules: without naming them, post 10 gifs of your favorite TV shows, then tag 10 people.

You know I work in screen caps so here ya go:

[ourhomealien]

@hermitadaymay

[leverage-ot3]

hozier starting to sing take me to church and then unfurling a pride flag healed something in me actually

if you listen closely you can hear me yell ‘oh my god’ when he does it

[human-encounters-diary]

Day 10

The Vitrichl has made the decision to have routine patrols guard the most vital parts of the ship. It is not entirely surprising that I was assigned to guard Sector 3 with the human.

The human was - surprisingly - quiet. It caused slight concern within me, as the human was never as silent as during this cycle. She kept rubbing the protective skin over her visual organ, as if something was irritating her.

After a silence that lasted too long, she finally opened her mouth, minimizing my concerns slightly. Firstly, she let out air harder than necessary, possibly a signal of distaste. Then, she asked: "Wanna play a game?", while raising the corners of her mouth slightly. "We are not allowed. We are in a high emergency situation and need to be on guard at all times."

"It‘ll be really quick, I promise!", she continued. As I did not want to anger the human, I decided on compromising: "I accept. I suppose one game will not lead to the immediate demise of the ship and its entire crew. As long as it is quick."

She bared her teeth at me for a moment, before scurrying over hastily.

"Alright, so, the rules are really simple", she said, taking what seemed to be a writing tool of sorts out of a non-visible crease in her clothing. She started drawing a simple register on the floor, and it resembled this:

"Where I come from, we call this game 'Tic Tac Toe' ", Quinn continued. "So basically, each one of us gets a shape: I get a cross and you get a circle. The goal of the game is to get a row full of your sign. It can be horizontally, vertically or diagonally, but it cannot be broken by another shape, because then it won‘t count. The game stops when one of us wins or when all the squares are full without a winner."

"That is quite simple", I agreed. "Alright, you start.", she decided, handing me the writing tool.

I placed a circle perfectly in the middle of the board. Quinn sucked in air sharply while clenching her teeth, but otherwise did not seem visibly upset. She drew a cross in the down right corner. I drew a circle in the up right corner. She drew a cross below my original circle. I drew a circle in the down left corner.

"Boom. Congratulations, you won.", she informed me, and she seemed to be…happy. Her tone was light and her stance casual, her legs folded across each other in a seemingly painfully twisted way. Why would she be happy that I, her opponent, had beat her at her own game?

She took the writing tool, judging by density and appearance a piece of charcoal (a widespread substance, which is quite easy to find in most galaxies), and drew a line through my three circles. I was rather confused by this gesture. Was she denying my win? Was it simply to show that I had won this particular game? Was it a truce agreement? These questions stayed unanswered.

We both raised and Quinn seemingly tried to wipe away the drawings with her foot, but her efforts did not pay off. Eventually, she capitulated and we retook our positions. As we continued to patrol for the next few hours, no further conversations occurred, as the task at hand was of utmost importance. Although I did notice, that while the human did not speak anymore, her body seemed to be speaking for her. She was almost constantly shifting on her feet, walking a few steps before stopping again, and her hands seemed to have a mind of its own, touching everything near them, for example her fingers, nearby equipment and her clothing. What could be the reason behind this behaviour? Was she, perhaps, suffering from an illness? Was she bored again? 

I realized I would have to ask her to receive answers, but I decided to do that at an…more appropriate time.

Soon, the exchange team for the next shift arrived, and the human and I parted ways.