#73 easy steps

[falesten-iw]

Urgent 🆘️ call: 🚨🍉 Please help..🥺😓🙏

My name is Falastin, and I am a mother of three small children, ages 5 years, 2 years, and 3 months. I am not very good with social media, but I am writing to seek your help to give my family in Gaza the chance to live their lives again.

Due to the ongoing genocide we in Gaza are experiencing, my family need your help to survive, leave Gaza, and find safety.

In november 2023 last year, i lost three of my cousins from my mother's family with their wifes and children's, some of them still under the rubble untill now. 

In mars 2024 this year i lost another 2 cousins in Alshifa hostpital, this shock after three months of the first lose was a big slap into our face, it was a harsh reminder that death didn’t stop, and that none of us is an exception in this genocide, not a woman nor a child, everyone of us is a target to the death machines above our heads.

My family has lost everything. Some of them have tragically passed away, and those who remain are without shelter, moving from one temporary place to another in a desperate attempt to stay alive. Currently "After more than 20 times of being displaced and having to leave our house escaping from rockets and death " they have fled south and are living in a makeshift tent made from plastic bags and torn clothes.

Each day is a battle for survival. Each day, my family wakes up not knowing if they will have food to eat, clean water to drink, or a safe place to rest. Their homes have been wiped, and their children sit sleepless waiting their death. In Gaza, there is no where to seek shelter, no bunkers, nowhere to hide. Gaza is no more than 40 kilometers long and 10 kilometers wide with a population of just over two million. Gaza's border is completely surrounded by fences and barbed wire. The only way out of Gaza is to Egypt.

I used to introduce myself as the youngest in the family but in this GENOCIDE I’m a big sister who see her siblings’ future getting lost in front of her eyes, as i see my brothers kids who are still young and supposed to be in school, my mom who is 73 years old unable to find her medicine, as I see them, I made it a mission to myself to save my family or who’s left alive from it, to save their future from all of this and to escape Gaza.

Despite everything, I still have hope to save those who remain of my family. But I need all the help I can get from every person on earth. This challenge is not easy for me, especially since I am not good with social media and i dont have so many follower to reach and ask them for help. However, I am trying, and maybe with your support, the impossible can become possible.

Asking for your help is the only way I have to save my family’s life and future. Your help can be our hope when hope seems far away. Because of that, I appeal to your generosity and compassion, asking for help so that we can gather the necessary funds to help my family.

Photos of "Lina," who was born at the start of the war, and she is now 9 months old. Your donation could give her the chance to survive, leave Gaza, and find safety with her family.

I would like to thank everyone who has donated, shared and supported my campaign so far. Your generosity has given us hope in the darkest of times, and I am deeply grateful.

So far, we have raised 3,950 SEK of our 2,000,000 SEK goal - August 15th. While this is a small step, it is a crucial one, and it shows that together, we can make a difference. We still have a long way to go, and I urge you to continue sharing our story and contributing if you can.

Every donation, no matter the size, brings us closer to saving my family and giving them a chance at life. Please read and act as if it were your family, your mother, your siblings in these conditions. 🙏🙏🙏💔💔💔💔

Important note: Donation value:

** 1$ = 10.5 Swedish kr

** 10$ = 105 Swedish kr

** 100$ = 1050 Swedish kr

** 1000$ = 10500 Swedish kr

VETTED and shared by 90-ghost, also as no. 282 in The Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundraiser Spreadsheet compiled by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi and shared in the masterpost.

We have also been verified by Al Jazeera News. Here is the video. I added this video today, august 15th. Its showing my cousin and aunt in the hospital, where she shares how the Israeli army airstruck them with their kids. Listen to my aunt Suad "Em Mhammed".

Best regards,

Falastin and her family.

[yanderehsr]

Reader: let me go

Yandere:no

Reader: please?

Yandere:no

Reader:pretty please?

Yandere: no

Reader: pretty please with cherry on top?

Yandere: not a chance

Reade:How about a game, if I win, you let me go, If I lose, I will stay willingly

Yandere:*sigh* fine, what are the rules?

Reader: pick a number, any number

Yandere:72

Reader:73, I won, now you have to let me go

Okay, that got me to chuckle😂

This post contains both Platonic and Romantic. I hope you can know which ones are platonic😅

Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapped reader

Those who don't accept: Did you really think they would let you go, they are your captor, your lover, of course they can't do that and you are a fool who thinks they would even let you take a step outside, they don't care if you call them a liar because of this little game, what's important is that you will stay with them.

Blade, Topaz, Bronya, Imbibitor Lunae, Jing Yuan, Jingliu, Kafka, Luocha, Seele, Natasha, Yukong, Ayaka, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Dehya, Diluc, Keqing, Raiden Ei, Shenhe, Wanderer, Xiao, Beidou, Candace, Fischl, Kuki Shinobu, Lynette, Razor, Rosaria, Sara, Wriothesley, Clorinde, Furina

Those who says you're cheating: They call you out on this game, first of all they didn't accept THIS game, they only wanted to hear the rules, second of all this isn't a fair game that both side has an equal chance at, they will choose a different game, a game were they probably will win, did you really think you could get away so easy.

Bailu, Stelle, Caelus, March 7th, Dan Heng, Silver Wolf, Yanqing, Lynx, Qingque, Sampo, Serval, Tingyun, Guinaifen, Herta, Albedo, Alhaitham, Childe, Eula, Hu Tao, Kazuha, Kokomi, Lyney, Neuvillette, Tighnari, Lumine, Venti, Yae Miko, Yelan, Amber, Diona, Dori, Faruzan, Heizhou, Kaeya, Kirara, Layla, Lisa, Ningguang, Yanfei, Xingqiu, Charlotte

Those who accept: Well they did promise, they will let you go, they will cry, maybe even beg for you to reconcider but you of course chooses to leave. They don't last more than a week before they kidnap you again, after all there were no rules stating they couldn't recapture you.

Arlan, Asta, Clara, Gepard, Luka, Pela, Sushang, Ganyu, Itto, Jean, Nilou, Qiqi, Aether, Yoimiya, Zhongli, Barbara, Bennett, Chungyun, Collei, Freminet, Gorou, Kaveh, Mika, Noelle, Sucrose, Thoma, Xiangling, Xinyan, Yun Jin, Navia

Guesses right: Whether through luck or some kind of power they have, they guess right. You have lost the game you yourself made, it's embarrassing really. Now honor your word and stay with them, after all, you promised didn't you.

Fu Xuan, Mona, Nahida

[luvhughes43]

puppy | luke hughes x reader

luvhughes43 masterlist🌷

request: Can you do a luke blurb where you just show up to his and jacks apartment with a dog and you’re like “he’s ours now”

word count: 0.6k

“okay, dont be mad” you cautioned your boyfriend and his brother as you walked into your shared apartment. 

“what did you do?” jack called out as you stepped into the living room. it seemed liked both brothers were in their own rooms. 

before you could reply to jack, the puppy in your arm started barking. you quickly tried to shush it to delay the inevitable, but it was too late. Both boys practically bolted out of their rooms at the sound.

“YOU GOT A DOG?” jack shouted, and luke stood by his bedroom door stunned.

“y/n…” your boyfriend trailed off, really unsure of what to say. he had good reason of course, you didn’t exactly ask if you could get a puppy but the opportunity just presented itself to you.

“i know, i know! but-but hear me out!” you started to defend yourself as jack came over to you, taking the small dog out of your hands so he could cuddle with them. “i was doing some shopping and there was this pet rescue place, and they didn’t have the space to take in a new dog… and i overheard all of this and so i went to see the puppy and…” you trailed off sheepishly, hoping that your boyfriend and his brother wouldnt be too upset at you. “he’s ours now?” you said, forcing a smile and shrugging your shoulders. 

“you know what! i like him!” jack smiled, dropping to his knees and putting the puppy on the floor so he could play with the little dog. 

“yeah but who’s going to take care of it?” luke piped up, always the one to be rational and think things through.

“i will! plus, when you start playing all the time next season i’ll just be here alone so the puppy can keep me company!” you explained, and you could see luke warming up to the idea of having a dog. 

“yeah you're so cute! you're so cute!!” jack cooed at the dog as he started ruffling its fur. 

“okay, yeah its pretty cute” luke finally admitted, crouching on the floor next to jack so he could also play with the puppy.

now that you were no longer on thin ice  you joked, “luke! don’t call our baby an it!” to which he playfully rolled his eyes.

“I’m gonna call mom right now and tell her i’m an uncle” jack laughed, fishing his phone out of his pants pocket. 

you quickly grabbed his phone from his hand and hid it behind your back. there was absolutely no way you were going to let jack make that call. it was hard enough to get your parents to both agree that you could move in together. if jack even joked about you being pregnant… you didn’t want to think about it. 

after getting the dog settled into the apartment, you, your boyfriend, and jack all went out to the nearest pet store to stock up on all of the supplies you’d need. 

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ynuser my baby😭🫶

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dylanduke25 mom and dad

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_quinnhughes when did you guys get a dog??

jackhughes literally 1 hour ago its so cute 

luca.fantilli ITS SO CUTE???

edwards.73 can i be an uncle?

ynuser no

lhughes_06 proud and honoured to be a father❤️ our baby will no doubt be the best dog at the dog park!

ynuser it wasn’t easy but we did it🥺❤️ so proud to be the mommy of our perfect little angel❤️❤️

fan01 NAWW wtf is wrong with them???😭

fan02 theyre so???😭😭

[girlwithrituals]

101 ways to improve self esteem

1) Master a new skill.

2) List your accomplishments.

3) Do something creative.

4) Challenge your limiting beliefs.

5) Talk to a counselor.

6) Don't worry about what others think.

7) Read or watch something inspirational.

8) Stay true to your character.

9) Let go of negative people.

10) Set healthy boundaries with others.

11) Care about your appearance.

12) Welcome failure as part of growth.

13) Be a lifelong learner.

14) Face your fears.

15) Become a mentor.

16) Accept compliments.

17) Eliminate self-criticism.

18) Practice coping skills to manage stress and big emotions.

19) Notice negative thoughts and beliefs.

20) Challenge negative thinking.

21) Think about what you learned from negative experiences.

22) Practice gratitude.

23) Exercise.

24) Eat healthy and limit junk food.

25) Get good sleep.

26) Spend time with positive and supportive people.

27) Encourage yourself.

28) Write a list of your strengths.

29) Don't compare yourself to others.

30) Avoid perfectionism.

31) Do at least one positive, enjoyable activity every day.

32) Celebrate small victories.

33) Be helpful and considerate to others.

34) Be honest with yourself and others.

35) Accept your flaws.

36) Don't give up.

37) Practice self-care.

38) Go easy on yourself.

39) Practice being assertive.

40) Practice saying "No".

41) Practice relaxation techniques.

42) Take on challenges.

43) Volunteer to help others.

44) Forgive others and yourself.

45) Set goals and work toward them step by step.

46) Seek balance in all areas of your life.

47) Discover your passions and purpose

48) Groom yourself.

49) Dress nicely.

50) Be kind and generous to others.

51) Practice good posture.

52) Change a small habit.

53) Smile.

54) Don't procrastinate.

55) Don't take things personal.

56) Organize your personal space.

57) Challenge unkind thoughts about yourself.

58) Spend time outside.

59) Notice the good things.

60) Celebrate your successes

61) Write a list of things you like about yourself.

62) Don't take too much on.

63) Do something for yourself every day.

64) Develop daily habits.

65) Remind yourself it's okay if not everyone likes you.

66) Practice mindfulness.

67) Learn to tolerate discomfort.

68) Use problem-solving skills.

69) Take responsibility instead of blaming.

Tell Yourself Positive Affirmations Such As:

70) I am grateful for every day.

71) I am worthy of happiness and love.

72) I am in charge of my own happiness.

73) I love, respect, and believe in myself.

74) I deserve to be happy and successful.

75) I approve of myself, right here and now.

76) I am learning and changing for the better.

77) I accept 100% responsibility for my own life.

78) Every day in every way, I am getting better and better.

79) I can learn to accept the parts of myself that I don't like.

80) I am thankful for my challenges as they make me a stronger person.

81) Write down three positives about each day.

82) Make a collage with your talents, goals, and dreams.

83) Practice laughing.

84) Be proud of yourself.

85) Say mistakes are an opportunity to learn.

86) Show respect to yourself and others.

87) Resolve conflict peacefully.

88) Ask for help or support.

89) Complete a daily task list.

90) Have a growth mindset.

91) Be optimistic.

92) Treat yourself with kindness and compassion.

93) Focus on the things you have control over and can change.

94) Get started on tasks you have been putting off.

95) Practice good daily hygiene.

96) Focus on solutions not problems.

97) Talk about your feelings with someone you trust.

98) Drink plenty of water.

99) Start a new hobby or join a club/sport.

100) Do random acts of kindness.

101) Create a dreams list.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

is the 'heir' a thing in wizarding world?

like Heir of Slytherin i think it was most for the plot than real thing, but are Heir of Black/Malfoy/etc the same? or just a baby producer and power holding, especially if ministry and society year by year becomes more distant from pureblood ideology

it's also a common fanon trope for the Heirs (i talk about rings with special powers and goblins), and more often strange than interesting

I think it is. I mentioned in multiple posts my thoughts on the Wizengamot being an older kind of House of Lords therefore being a hereditary position here, here, here, and here. I also mentioned my thoughts about the Goblins being involved with wizarding heirlooms here (the answer is I don't think they are, but write whatever you want).

As for the ministry going further from pureblood ideology every year, I don't think that's true. Not really.

I mean, Arthur Weasley says that during the first war Death Eaters outnumbered the Order 20 to 1:

“Oh, Molly, come on, it’s about time you got used to hearing it — look, I can’t promise no one’s going to get hurt, nobody can promise that, but we’re much better off than we were last time, you weren’t in the Order then, you don’t understand, last time we were outnumbered twenty to one by the Death Eaters and they were picking us off one by one. . . .”

(OotP, 177)

And I don't think he was referring to marked Death Eaters. Even if we look at the Ministry during the Death Eater reign in book 7, very few ministry personnel are actually replaced, many of the people working in the ministry go along with the blood purists or even agree with them — like Umbridge.

We also know in the last war Voldemort had many followers, even within the ministry:

“Well, firstly, he wants to build up his army again,” said Sirius. “In the old days he had huge numbers at his command; witches and wizards he’d bullied or bewitched into following him, his faithful Death Eaters, a great variety of Dark creatures. You heard him planning to recruit the giants; well, they’ll be just one group he’s after. He’s certainly not going to try and take on the Ministry of Magic with only a dozen Death Eaters.”

(OotP, 93)

“Tonks and Arthur would lose their jobs at the Ministry if they started shooting their mouths off,” said Sirius, “and it’s very important for us to have spies inside the Ministry, because you can bet Voldemort will have them.”

(OotP, 94)

Even families like the Weasleys who are considered blood traitors, are condescending towards muggles, muggleborns, and squibs. Ron mentions this in book 1:

“Are all your family wizards?” asked Harry, who found Ron just as interesting as Ron found him. “Er — Yes, I think so,” said Ron. “I think Mom’s got a second cousin who’s an accountant, but we never talk about him.”

(PS, 73)

So, really, blood purity is more of a scale than a yes or no sort of thing, and their entire society is steeped in it. Their very language is influenced by it. I mean, Harry is referred to as a "half-blood" even when both his parents were wizards by practically everyone. (there is a larger reblog chain about this here)

“And what would you say, Royal, to those listeners who reply that in these dangerous times, it should be ’Wizards first’?” asked Lee. “I’d say that it’s one short step from ’Wizards first’ to ’Purebloods first,’ and then to ’Death Eaters,” replied Kingsley. “We’re all human, aren’t we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.”

(DH, 378)

Kingsley's stance seems to be in the minority. The fact is that even common, random wizards, not part of the Order or Death Eaters, still believe wizards should come first. Kingsley is right in how easy "wizards first" can become to "purebloods first" and that's the society they live in where, for the average wizard, muggles are seen as lesser. Their lives aren't treated as having the same worth as a wizard's life.

The wizarding world is steeped in their bigotry even among people who aren't Death Eaters, so I don't think it's correct to say their society is moving away from pureblood ideology, they're all blood-purist at a different point on the scale.

[drewsbuzzcut]

73 Questions With The Barzals

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic (the vogue series)

warnings: mentions giving birth, reader and Mat slap each other’s ass, alludes to sex, and I think that’s all

You look at your appearance in your mirror strategically placed by the entrance. You fix your hair that’s in its familiar messy updo, your favorite silver hoop earrings on display.

You smooth out your dark blue pullover (that was Mat’s) and adjust your light grey, cotton shorts. Your outfit is very simple and casual, probably too simple and casual for the video you’re about to film, but when you’ve just given birth not too long ago, comfort is what matters most.

The knock on your front door gathers your attention, you take deep breaths, mentally preparing for this vogue interview. You know your fans and Mat’s fans will be excited to hear your answers to some of the questions and get a tour of one of your homes.

Your face lights up in a smile upon opening your door, “hi!”

You’re leaned up against the doorframe, ultimately blocking the view inside of your home, but it gives the cameraman a perfect shot of some of your home’s exterior.

“Hi, y/n! Thank you so much for having me over,” Joe Sabia greets.

“Of course!”

“Can I just say that you have a beautiful home, and especially for it being your Italy home,” Joe gushes, looking around in awe.

“Thank you so much! That’s one of my favorite compliments because Mat and I have put so much into this place to make it our home away from home,” you can hear the warmth and appreciation in your voice.

“Can we go on in?”

“Yes, please come in,” you move to the side, allowing Vogue’s crew to come in.

“How does it feel to be added to the list of celebrities doing Vogue’s 73 questions?”

“I am excited and honored. I know Mat’s excited, too,” you answer and move to your kitchen.

“Why the color green for your kitchen?”

“Ugh I just love the color green. My kitchen in our first New York home was green, and it was my favorite, but then we moved into a bigger home and I decided to not have it green. That’s why this kitchen is extra special to me. Plus, this kitchen holds a lot of memories,” you smile, thinking about everything that’s happened in this kitchen.

“That’s sweet. What’s the first memory of this kitchen that pops in your head?”

“Earlier this week! I was in here, cutting up some fruit for the boys and they were supposed to be in the family room with Mat just playing with toys, but Angel walked to the kitchen. It was his first steps and I just remember calling out for Mat and Angel walking to him as well. We were crying messes,” you recall.

“Congratulations to your son, I know moments like those are the most special. Speaking of children and special moments, you just welcomed your third baby and first girl into the world about a month ago. Congratulations to you.”

“Yes, thank you. She’s my special girl and she’s so spoiled already, especially with Mat.” Your cheeks get rosy, feeling an overwhelming amount of love fill your heart at the thought of Mat being the best dad he is.

“What’s something you learned when you became a parent?”

“Responsibility. It’s easy to lose a handle on yourself and life when you’re solo, so when you have other humans to take care of, you learn more about what responsibility looks like.”

“Favorite summer drink?”

“A very cold glass of water or a cherry limeade,” you laugh at the random question.

“Mama!!” You grin when you hear Nolan’s shout, knowing he’s about to jump into your arms and cling to you.

When you see him running towards you, you prepare for his tiny impact and easily lift him up. You push his hair out of his face, but it’s no use as he hides in your neck.

“My big boy! Wanna say ‘hi’ to the camera?” You rub softly on his back, feeling him melt into your touch much like Mat does when you embrace him after a tough game or a long roadie.

“Hi,” he says shyly.

“I want daddy,” he adds in, hands on your cheeks. He gives you those big puppy eyes.

“Daddy?” Your youngest son, Angel waddles around, interest piqued at the mention of his father.

“Y’all want to see daddy? Well, I guess it’s time to take a detour outside,” you say to the camera before telling them to follow you to the back.

The camera captures you holding both your boys while also grabbing the baby monitor, so you can keep an ear out for Sloane as she’s napping. You walk with an effortless strut even though your feet haven’t touched a runway in months.

When you step onto the warm cobblestone of your back patio, the camera gets a view of your boys wiggling in your hold. They press quick kisses to your cheeks, something Mat taught them to do whenever they were leaving your presence, and beelined straight into Mat’s thick legs. He is pining clothes to dry, but the minute the pitter-patters reach his ears, he’s all focused on his babies.

You stand by, enjoying Mat as he’s shirtless in all his beautiful glory. Your eyes sparkle with love when you watch him pick up both boys with ease. Your eyes also glimmer with tones of want as you see the way his muscles flex and veins bulge out from underneath his skin.

The sweet giggles coming from Nolan and Angel pull you towards them. Mat’s tickling their stomach, simply unaware that there are cameras near.

He finally looks up, connecting eyes with you. You smile and tilt your head towards the cameras and he just nods, beckoning you closer to him.

“Mat, it’s nice to see you man,” the interviewer breaks the silence.

“Hey, guys. Welcome to our home,” Mat greets, handing Nolan into your arms so he can wrap his hand around your waist.

“Y/n, what’s your favorite thing about Mat becoming a dad?”

“He’s so gentle, not that he wasn’t ever gentle with me, he was, but he is such a big softie for his babies. He’s also really matured, it’s fascinating seeing him learn something new everyday,” you answer with sincerity and a loving gaze locked on his shy smile. Mat stays quiet, kissing Angel on his temple before reaching over to kiss you and Nolan.

“Mat, what’s your favorite thing about seeing y/n become a mom?”

“I get to witness the force of nature that is my wife. The way she takes care of all of us, and just struts her way through. She makes it look so easy, so I guess that’s why I love to see her in action because I know raising children isn’t easy.”

Your cheeks heat up and you make your way to Mat, hugging his body to yours.

Mat kisses your cheek, choosing to ignore the cameras capturing your pda, and whispers in your ear that he’s going to check on Sloane. Choosing to ignore the camera’s presence as well, you give him a chaste kiss on the lips and slap his ass as he goes upstairs.

“Sorry. I get so caught up in Mat sometimes everything else disappears,” you admit shyly, fingers lingering on your lips.

“It’s okay. The rawness is good. So, New York or Italy?”

“New York!”

“Favorite tattoo?”

“I have quite a few favorites. Firstly, my “angel” and “Nolan” tattoos are ones I adore. I also love the “13” I have for Mat. I also love my cherry tattoo, it’s my first one I ever got. Lastly, my “divine feminine” tattoo because Mat loves tracing that one all the time,” you explain.

“Oh! I almost forgot, I’m getting a tattoo for my daughter soon, so that’ll be another favorite,” you add.

“Biggest fear?”

“It used to be heights, but since becoming a wife and mother, my biggest fear is my husband or children getting hurt. However, I’m still scared of heights. Becoming a mom has made me much stronger, but I’m no superhero.”

“I beg to differ,” Mat chimes in, coming down the stairs with your newest bundle of joy nestled in his strong arms.

“Is that my precious baby girl?! It is,” you say before turning your attention to the camera. “This is the first glimpse that the public is getting of her and we’re excited!” You rub your nose against her baby smooth cheek, inhaling her scent.

“Everyone, this is Sloane Augustine Barzal,” Mat introduces Sloane. The camera zooms in on her sweet face. She’s barely awake, but her grasp on Mat’s finger doesn’t let up.

“She’s adorable, guys,” the man compliments.

“Thank you. I think she looks just like barzy,” you say.

“Why the name Sloane?”

“Mat is actually the one who chose the name. We both made a list of S names and he chose Sloane,” you explain.

You guide everyone back outside to sit on the outside furniture. You and Mat are on a couch in front of the camera, Nolan and Angel sitting next to you playing with some toys while Sloane stays tucked in Mat’s arms.

“Mat, what are you looking forward to in the future?”

Mat looks up, pondering his answer before saying, “seeing how tall Nolan gets!” Mat jokes which make you giggle and card your fingers through Nolan’s hair. He’s getting so big and you can’t stop time. “No I look forward to the little mundane things. For example, Y/n and I taking our kids on vacation, or just even having pregame naps in our bed. I sound like a sap, but ever since becoming a father, they’re the only ones I think about when I think of my future,” Mat finishes, making you look at him with a loving look.

“What’s your favorite photo shoot?”

Excitement takes over your features, your body sits up straighter and your eyes light up.

“The one I did for Rolling Stone! I got to dress up in super fun outfits! And most importantly, Mat joined me on that one and it was just a sexy time,” you peer up at Mat, hand finding its place on the back of his neck, and you smirk at him while the flashbacks of that day pop in your head. He matches your smirk and rests his arm around the tops of your shoulders.

“That was a fun time. A time when I truly understood how much fun it can be to change your wardrobe or hairstyle,” Mat says.

“Don’t go getting any ideas about another haircut,” you tease, resulting in him pinching you lightly.

“Can I just compliment your relationship? I can see how genuine the love is and the bond between your family. It’s really refreshing,” the interviewer says sincerely.

“Thank you so much. That means a lot,” you reply and Mat agrees.

“What’s something you wouldn’t change about the past?”

“The way Mat and I communicated in the early stages of our relationship. It really helped us grow as people and as partners. I know there are people who wish they were more communicative, but I appreciate the time and effort we both took to learn how to properly talk with each other. No one really knows that we had a communication issue in our relationship, so I won’t get into great detail,” you rant a little.

“We were good at feeling a lot of emotions, but bad at expressing them verbally with each other. I’m so glad that she was willing to have patience with me in the beginning of our relationship,” Mat adds in, shining the tiniest bit of light on a major relationship issue you’ve had in the past.

“I like that answer. Thank you for being honest.”

You nod your head and give an appreciative smile.

“Favorite memory of Italy?”

The way both Mat’s and your face light up is all telling about how in tune you are with each other.

“The first time we came to Italy together. It’s cliche, but I just knew Mat was my person.” You reach out to caress Mat’s cheek, falling more in love when he nuzzles into the warmth of your palm.

“It’s true! Italy is a place that will always feel like home, and bringing Y/n was allowing her to build a home in my heart. It was such a fun trip. We got to learn about each other more while experiencing new things together. I will never forget that feeling of intense love. It’s even more special that we get to bring our kids here and have a home here.”

You start to tear up, immediately pulling Angel into your lap so you can hide your face in his soft hair. You make sure to give him multiple kisses. This, however, makes Nolan just a tad jealous, so he moves to wrap his arms around your shoulders and gives you kisses on the cheek.

“We feel left out,” Mat breaks you out of your kiss attack, leaning towards you to kiss you on the lips. For the sake of the cameras you keep it soft and quick, but it’s also quick so you can give kisses to Sloane.

“We’re nearing the end of this interview. It’s been a lovely one. I will be the first to say I don’t want this to end.”

“Aww thank you for being an incredible interviewer and for picking my brain. This has been a delight.”

“Okay! Favorite material thing?”

“My wedding rings. Hands down. It’s so special to me, especially because Mat designed it himself. Little fun fact: my wedding band has the initials of each kid engraved on the inside,” you gush.

“Mat, please do tell us the story of why you designed her ring the way you did.”

Mat’s face goes red in a flush, getting shy at the world finding out how sentimental he really is.

“It wasn’t hard. Two diamonds being joined together: toi et moi (you and me) and I love the concept. Plus, I know Y/n loves rings, so I had to make sure the diamonds were Y/n’s favorite shapes. The wedding band itself is simple. Although I had Nolan’s initial engraved already, the other two were just added at later times. As for the other band of smaller diamonds, I picked out for our first wedding anniversary, symbolizing the many moments that will forever be on the forefront of my brain and heart,” you want to squeal and lunge yourself into Mat’s arms. He is such a sweetie. You love him so much.

“That’s really sweet.”

“He’s a sap and I love him for it,” you muse, knowing Mat will roll his eyes even though he’ll blush more.

“This is our final question, so I’ll make it an easy one. What is your favorite room in this house?”

“Easy? That’s a hard question! Oh… I don’t know. I love my babies’ rooms, but my closet is the first thing to come to mind. I do love my kitchen so much, but I already talked about that, so I’ll say my closet,” you claim.

“She loves spending hours in there,” Mat chimes in, throwing you a teasing wink.

“I am grateful for everything I own, so that means I admire all my items. I’m a material girl at heart, so yes I do love spending hours in my closet to organize or just to simply admire. You spend a while in your closet, too, hotshot,” you tease back.

“I love the harmless banter. Guys, this has been incredible. Your home is lovely as well as you all. Thank you for having us in your home and for being so welcoming,” the interview closes the interview.

“Thank you for having us. It’s an honor to do this interview. I had a good time. I hope there will be more Vogue interviews in my future,” you say back, smiling your signature smile.

It’s around 30 minutes after you bid your goodbyes to the cameras that they’re turned off, and you’re once again biding your goodbyes.

When the house is calm and just your family, Mat pulls you into a deep kiss, making sure to dip his tongue into your waiting mouth.

“I have been wanting to do that the whole time,” he whispers against your lips.

“So why didn’t you?” You tease, nipping at his bottom lip and pulling a groan from him.

“I wouldn’t have been able to stop,” he says surely.

“It would’ve been a whole different kind of video,” you muse, smirking up at him while your arms are resting over his shoulders.

“No doubt and that content is for our eyes only.”

You decide against saying anything back, just leaning up to kiss him again. Sloane has other plans, though. Her cries ring throughout the house, bouncing off the walls.

“That’s your daughter,” you playfully chide.

“Your daughter.”

“She’s the result of you not knowing how to keep your hands off me,” you bite back.

“No. More like the other way around,” Mat replies, tickling you on your stomach.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, hotshot,” you whisper against his lips, not kissing him and running to get Sloane, but not before he sends you with a smack on your ass.

a/n: FINALLY! The first part of the vogue series is here, and I hope you all enjoy it.

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70 Questions with Vogue

“Hi, Stevie! Thank you so much for having me over,” Joe Sabia greets. 

“Any time” 

“Can I just say that you have a beautiful Chicago home,” Joe gushes, looking around in awe.

“Thank you so much! That’s one of my favorite compliments because and Zo have put so much time in it  and that it would feel like our home away from home,” you can hear the warmth in her voice. 

“Am I welcomed in?”

“Yes, please come in,” you move to the side, allowing Vogue’s crew to come in. 

“How does it feel to be added to the list of celebrities doing Vogue’s 73 questions?”

“I am honored,” you answer and move to your kitchen.

“Why the color green for your kitchen?”

“Ugh I just love the color green. My kitchen in our first  home was green, and it was my favorite, but then we moved into a bigger home and I decided to not have it green. That’s why this kitchen is extra special to me. Plus, this kitchen holds a lot of memories,” you smile, thinking about everything that’s happened in this kitchen. 

“That’s sweet. What’s the first memory of this kitchen that pops in your head?”

“Earlier this year my sister kendall was in here trying to cut up cucumbers and let me tell you we got a kick out of it. The internet also”  she recalls  laughing 

“ I know moments like those are funny and special  Speaking of family and special moments, you just welcomed your second  baby and first boy  into the world about a month ago. Congratulations to you.”

“Yes, thank you. he’s my special boy and he’s so spoiled already, especially with Zo.” Your cheeks get rosy, feeling an overwhelming amount of love fill your heart at the thought of Zo being the best dad he is. 

“What’s something you learned when you became a parent?”

“Responsibility. It’s easy to lose a handle on yourself and life when you’re solo, so when you have other humans to take care of, you learn more about what responsibility looks like.”

“Favorite summer drink?”

“A very cold glass of water or a lemonade ” you laugh at the random question. 

“Mama!!” You grin when you hear Zoey shout, knowing she’s about to jump into your arms and cling to you. 

When you see her running towards you, you prepare for her tiny impact and easily lift her up. You push her hair out of her face, but it’s no use as she hides in your neck. 

“My big girl ! Wanna say ‘hi’ to the camera?” You rub softly on her back, feeling her melt into your touch much like Zo does when you embrace him after a tough game 

“Hi,” she says shyly. 

“I want daddy,” she adds in, hands on your cheeks. 

“You want to see daddy? Well, I guess it’s time to take a detour outside,” you say to the camera before telling them to follow you to the back. 

The camera captures you walking with Zoey while also grabbing the baby monitor, so you can keep an ear out for Sloane as He’s napping. You walk with an effortless strut even though your feet haven’t touched a runway in months. 

When you step onto the warm cobblestone of your back patio, the camera gets a view of your Zoey  walking away from your hold. She press quick kisses to your cheek and you immediately beelined straight to Zo. He is out by the outdoor court 

You stand by, enjoying Zo as he’s shirtless shooting around. Your eyes sparkle with love when you watch him pick up Zo with ease. Your eyes also glimmer.

The sweet giggles coming from Zoey pull you towards them. Zo’s tickling her stomach, simply unaware that there are cameras near. 

He finally looks up, connecting eyes with you. You smile and tilt your head towards the cameras and he just nods, beckoning you closer to him. 

“Lonzo, it’s nice to see you man,” the interviewer breaks the silence. 

“Hey, guys. Welcome to our home,” Zo greets, handing Zoey  into your arms so she can wrap his hand around your waist. 

“Y/n, what’s your favorite thing about Zo becoming a dad?”

“He’s so gentle,  he is also such a big softie for his babies. He’s also really matured, it’s fascinating seeing him learn something new everyday,” you answer with sincerity and a loving gaze locked on his shy smile. Zo stays quiet, kissing Zoey on her temple before reaching over to kiss you 

“Zo, what’s your favorite thing about seeing Stevie become a mom?”

“I get to witness the force of nature that is my wife. The way she takes care of all of us, and just struts her way through. She makes it look so easy, so I guess that’s why I love to see her in action because I know raising children isn’t easy.”

Your cheeks heat up and you make your way to Zo, hugging his body to yours. 

Zo  kisses your cheek, choosing to ignore the cameras capturing your pda, and whispers in your ear that he’s going to check on Sloane. Choosing to ignore the camera’s presence as well, you give him a chaste kiss on the lips and slap his ass as he goes upstairs. 

“Favorite tattoo?”

“I have quite a few favorites. Firstly, my “angel” one for my daughter  and “Zo” those  tattoos are ones I adore. I also love, my “divine feminine” tattoo because Zo loves tracing that one ,” you explain. 

“Oh! I almost forgot, I’m getting a tattoo for my son soon, so that’ll be another favorite,” you add. 

“Biggest fear?”

“It used to be endless darkness but since becoming a wife and mother, my biggest fear is my husband or children getting hurt. However, I’m still scared of endless darkness . Becoming a mom has made me much stronger, but I’m no superhero.”

“Is that my precious baby boy?! It is,” you say before turning your attention to the camera. “This is the first glimpse that the public is getting of him and we’re excited!” You rub your nose against his baby smooth cheek, inhaling his scent. 

“Everyone, this is Sloane Ball,” Zo introduces Sloane. The camera zooms in on his sweet face. His’s barely awake, but his grasp on Zo’s finger doesn’t let up. 

“He's adorable, guys,” the man compliments.

“Thank you. I think  looks just like Zo,” you say. 

“Why the name Sloane?”

“Well that is my actual government name but I was not aware of that until I was around 13 turning 14 when I was trying to be independent  but like who ask is this name that everyone has been calling me my whole life is this actually my real name not really something you ask anyway I see my birth certificate and I was like Sloane who is this this is wrong person but I am also the only sister to have a an S name I asked and welp it was not wrong  so I came to the conclusion that I was going to name my first son  after me and that he was going to be proud of the name that I never got to embrace.

“ wow I would of never thought that at all I am actual shocked” He says in awe 

“Most people are” you say walking back inside the house

“what is your favorite moment with Zo’s family”

“ummm maybe when Melo Zo’s younger brother meet Zoey for the first time it was so special and so funny he is over one of the funniest people I know” you say laughing toward the front door

“ we can tell by the show and his on air interviews .” He says with a smile

“well I think it is getting a little late maybe this is my moment to leave thank you so much for having me” he says walking backwards with the camera out the door

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A Foot in Two Worlds: 73 Yards

My third-grade lunch buddy was a girl named Kendra. We used to love chatting about movies and television. My favourite topic was Batman. Hers was Full House. However, one morning, instead of gushing over Stephanie Tanner, she told me about a movie she and her brother had watched over the weekend. The movie was 1989’s “Clownhouse,” and she was a bit traumatised by it. And because of her vivid description, so was I. Honestly, I don’t remember anything past her saying “It’s about these kids who see clowns watching them through their windows,” because I never stopped thinking about that sentence, for years. While I’ve still never actually seen Clownhouse, nor do I experience coulrophobia, the idea of being watched from a distance still creeps me out. I still close the blinds at night.

Initially, I wanted to compare “73 Yards,” to something like “It Follows,” or even “The Immortal Snail.” Both scenarios entail being tracked by a slow but relentless pursuer who kills you if it ever catches up to you. But “73 Yards,” isn’t so much a story about being pursued. It’s about feeling watched. It’s about feeling judged. It’s about feeling abandoned. It preys on our fear of being the subject of gossip. That people could spread lies about us that scare away our loved ones. The fear that maybe they’re right. Maybe we don’t deserve love. It’s about the ambiguity that sits within our hearts. The liminal threshold between us at our best and us at our worst. But it’s not just about the wicked and the divine, but also body and spirit. A foot in both worlds.

Doctor Who currently has a foot in both worlds. The Doctor steps on a science fictiony land mine one week, and the next week he’s stepping on fairy circles. A recurring theme in this new season is “look before you leap.” Or ‘watch your step.” Ruby steps on a butterfly in the past and changes species. The Doctor steps on a land mine and almost dies. And now, the Doctor steps on a fairy circle and disappears. The Doctor is learning to have a healthy respect for the new supernatural powers coursing through the Whoniverse. At least he would if he remembered anything from this adventure. Not even Ruby will learn a lesson here, so was it worth it?

After last week’s “Boom,” I was game for whatever Russell T Davies had in store for the future. The trailer for “73 Yards,” gave us very little to go on, and in hindsight, it’s pretty easy to see why. This was a Doctor-lite episode and therefore not a lot of footage to share that wouldn’t also spoil this being a Ruby-centric story. But I was ready for it. Ruby has been suffering a bit from underdevelopment as a character. I even saw a Chibnall stan on Twitter saying so, which is quite extreme when you consider how underdeveloped Yaz was. In Ruby’s case, however, it’s hard to pinpoint what it is about her that’s underdeveloped. She’s got a great family dynamic. She’s nurturing. She plays in a band. But who is she? Like River Song before her, her character arc is starting to affect her character development. And my interest is waning.

After the Doctor steps onto the fairy circle and disappears, Ruby unsuccessfully tries the TARDIS doors. She then checks around the other side to see if he’s having a pee. This may be the first time the show has canonically mentioned the Doctor goes to the bathroom. It’s funny to think of the great Time Lord having a slash off the edge of a cliff. The Doctor seems to do a lot of important things on cliff edges these days. Failing to find the Doctor, it’s then that Ruby notices a strange old woman standing under a creepy old tree from 73 yards away making some sort of hand gestures. However, the closer she walks toward the woman, the further she appears away.

The mechanism of how the woman moves is hidden by editing, but it feels like something Ruby would notice quickly. I don’t imagine Ruby walking closer would cause the woman to start backing up physically like that Community episode where Professor Duncan got a restraining order on Chang and used it like he had force powers. Instead, they cut back to the woman and she’s simply further away. Ruby is conveniently looking for footing every time, so she fails to see this. But if you started walking toward someone and they started hovering backwards, wouldn’t you find that weird? It’s not like she doesn’t sense something weird pretty early on. She even asks the woman if the Doctor’s disappearance has anything to do with her. She even asks the hiker (yet another character played by Susan Twist) if she can see the old woman.

Something I found interesting about the Susan Twist scene was that whoever her character is, she’s not immune to the effects of the old woman. Either that, or she’s lying. Either way, it feels important that we were shown her having the same reaction to the woman as everyone else. If she’s a magical trickster, she’s not an invincible one, or maybe she’s not magical at all. We’ve learned very little about Susan Twist’s character(s), but this indicates that she’s not fully in charge of the situation if she can be scared off like that. What’s frustrating is that the first time a character looks at her and says “Hey don’t I know you from somewhere?” it’s in an aborted timeline. I would have expected the Doctor to have made the connection after the ambulance screens in “Boom,” matched the woman from Space Babies, but maybe he’s been distracted by clothes.

By this point in the episode, I’ve been fully drawn in. Ruby finds her way to the small village of Glyngatwg and a pub called “Y Pren Marw,” which translates to “The Dead Wood.” I thought this might have been a reference to the weird tree on the cliff, but the illustration on the pub sign looked more like an oak tree, so I doubt it. Another name they could have used for the pub could have been “The Gaslight Inn,” because man oh man did they gaslight the hell out of Ruby. They keep accusing her of thinking they’re yokels for asking pretty innocuous questions. Asking if you can pay with your phone is perfectly reasonable. There’s a chippy in my village that does the best fish n chips in the area, but I never use them because they haven’t got a card machine and I don’t carry cash. I don’t imagine the owner of the chippy goes home every night in his Fred Flintstone car because of it. Maybe they’re worried they really are yokels. Either way, five quid for a Coke and abusive staff? What’s their Trip Advisor score? Negative six?

The only non-yokel in the pub is Enid and that’s solely because she’s played by Siân Phillips, who could never be mistaken for common. She was easily the highlight of the episode for me, sitting elegantly at the bar in her fashionable hat. Of all of the patrons at the bar, she’s the one I believe would coin the Latin phrase “semper distans,” to describe the way the old woman follows but never approaches. If only she could have taught Isaac Newton the word “gravitas.” Beyond being incredibly rude, I rather enjoyed the patrons of Y Pren Marw. They reminded me of characters you would have found in classic Doctor Who. The pub scenes reminded me a lot of “The Dæmons,” or “Terror of the Zygons.” But more than anything, this episode reminded me of “The Stones of Blood,” wherein things start like folk horror and end in a more mundane setting.

After Ruby’s unwanted follower scares away one of the pub’s most faithful patrons, she’s forced to head back to London, which is about where the episode starts to lose steam. Up until that moment, I was expecting a sort of witch coven or worse to spring up in the sleepy village of Glyngatwg. I was ready to call it RTD’s best ever. But now we’re back in London where the biggest mystery is Mrs Flood, and she’s really only there to remind us she exists. But that’s not to say a piece of Glyngatwg didn’t leave with Ruby, and it’s not to say I disliked the story’s ending. But there was a noticeable drop in excitement the moment Ruby boarded that train.

I found it odd that Carla and Cherry were badmouthing the Doctor in his absence. Cherry was ready to jump his bones the last time they spoke and now he’s good for nothing. I get that they want to support Ruby, but like, what if he’s hurt somewhere? All I’m saying is that if I ever go missing, please don’t send Carla and Cherry to find me. After telling Carla about the old woman, Ruby’s deepest fears are realised. Like Susan Twist and Josh before her, talking to the old woman causes her to abandon Ruby. The look Carla gives Ruby from the cab as it drives away is the last way anyone would want to be looked at by their loved one. It wasn’t a look of fear, it was a look of disgust.

It’s that look of disgust that really started to make me think of another story from the Whoniverse- “The Curse of Clyde Langer,” a Sarah Jane Adventures episode written by Phil Ford. In it, Clyde’s name becomes cursed and anyone who hears or reads it becomes irrationally opposed to Clyde. His friends and family disown him and it’s Clyde against the world, which is wild because Clyde’s one of my favourite characters in all of Doctor Who. Who could hate that precious cinnamon roll? Even further, who could forget that episode? Well, it turns out Davies was kinda hoping the answer would be you. I’m not saying Davies is out of ideas, but he seems to be “remixing,” a lot of what has come before. More on that in a moment.

After losing her family, Ruby gets on with life, but not before being given a spark of hope in the form of Kate Lethbridge-Stewart. We even learn some things about the old woman from Kate. We establish that yes, it is always 73 yards away. And no matter how close a person gets to her, she always looks as in focus as a person with 20/20 vision would see her from 73 yards. We also learn that the old woman’s “powers” work via headset, as Kate breaks contact with Ruby, leaving her devastated from losing yet another lifeline.

An interesting factoid about that scene is that Kate and Ruby were sitting across from “The House of Pi,” and Pi Day is the 73rd day of a non-leap year. Why do I know this? Because I went into a bit of a rabbit hole trying to learn about the number 73 yesterday. I looked into its mathematical significance. I learned it’s Sheldon Cooper’s favourite number. I looked it up in terms of numerology. I read the 73rd Psalm. There are 73 books in the Catholic Bible. But none of it felt significant. Then my dumbass googled whether RTD had explained the number, and he claimed it was as simple as going outside and measuring the distance from which people’s faces began to blur. Right. Well, that’s disappointing, albeit creative.

We’re treated to a montage of Ruby getting on with her life throughout the next couple of decades. Like the rest of us, her age starts to show itself with long hair and big glasses. I mentioned earlier that Ruby suffers a bit from a lack of character development and this montage does nothing to help that. She grows up into possibly one of the most boring people they could have made her. Her queer group of friends she has a band with seem to have disappeared. Her dating life is painfully heteronormative. She didn’t date a single woman throughout that time? She would have learned by now not to encourage her friends to talk to the old woman, and due to the perception filter, it’s not like anyone seemed to mind her anyhow. I’m just saying, if someone as normie as her started wearing a political shirt for the nuclear war-hungry Albion Party, I’d look at her and say “Pssh. Figures.”

Speaking of the Albion Party, it’s time we started talking about Harold Saxon. Oh, sorry, I meant Roger ap Gwilliam. The episode implies that Roger is the trickster “Mad Jack" who had escaped the fairy circle after the Doctor stepped on it. But Davies is remixing the classics, or as LCD Soundsystem puts it- “Shut up and play the hits.” He even mistreats women in the same way as the Master. I took this to be Doctor Who’s flimsy attempt at a comment on the MeToo movement. It would work better if ap Gwilliam was more than a moustache-twirling miscreant. Especially because Ruby throws poor Marti to the lions by not warning her away from Roger. If this is a MeToo story, Ruby is an enabler, which is not a great look. But she apologises so I guess it’s ok. Don’t worry Marti, your trauma gets erased anyhow.

While the campaigners prepare for a press conference for Roger ap Gwilliam to announce that Britain has purchased Pakistan’s nuclear arsenal, Ruby realises she’s out of time and needs to act now. Using her semper distans friend to her advantage, Ruby backs 73 yards away from Roger and sends him cowering and eventually resigning from his position as prime minister. Ruby expects this to be the end of the old woman, but she remains with her until the day she’s on her deathbed, at which point, the old woman changes from her perspective to Ruby’s. As the old woman, Ruby sees her young self and is able to call out to her and warn her about the fairy circle. That’s what happened, right?

Well, maybe? The biggest curveball comes in the form of the old woman herself. Because while Ruby does age to the ripe old age of 80, the actress playing her is Amanda Walker. The actress playing the woman is Hilary Hobson. Set pictures have also revealed Hobson in make-up that appears to be scarring going up the left side of her face. And those hand gestures of hers? Sign language. Eagle-eyed viewers have roughly translated her signing as “Bless you. Thank you so much, that's so kind of you. When you gave me that little thing, it was just so precious. How am I ever going to repay you? But we will think of something.” Perhaps this scarred woman is someone the Doctor and Ruby have yet to meet. Perhaps she repays them by warning them away from the fairy circle and saving both the Doctor and Ruby from a bizarre fate.

People seem divided by this episode in a major way, which is pretty normal for Doctor Who. But one of the more irritating takeaways I’ve seen is that the episode doesn’t make any sense. That’s only sort of true. There are some bootstrap paradox things occurring, which if you haven’t accepted as a reality of Doctor Who at this point, what are you even doing here? But what does the old woman say to Ruby? Where does the Doctor go? How does she travel back in time to the clifftops of Glyngatwg? Forgetting completely that we’re in a Doctor Who era which has introduced magic in a real way. But that’s a bit hand-wavy, can’t we do better? Well, they do mention that the TARDIS’s perception filter parked so close to the fairy circle might affect how people ignore the old woman. I liked this because it implies that the TARDIS and magic are somewhat compatible and therefore opens up new avenues for storytelling. You could also imply that if the TARDIS could affect the fairy circle, perhaps it can affect the TARDIS in turn. Maybe people reject Ruby because the warding spell placed on Mad Jack is affecting Ruby. Maybe Ruby needed to be in a position where she was so friendless that she would join the conservative party.

The episode may not have explicitly explained things, but it gives us enough of a vague framework to form an idea. As a fan of David Lynch, I am rather happy to exist in that liminal space. To straddle the cusp between the known and the unknown. It leaves an air of mystery, or as David Lynch would say “room to dream.” I will however slightly come down on the episode for its rather bland ending compared to its strong start. I don’t agree with the people who said it nosedives toward the end. But I would be lying if I said I lost a lot of interest the moment Ruby left Glyngatwg. Earlier, I compared the story to “The Stones of Blood,” but where the two stories differ is that when “The Stones of Blood,” changes its setting from the occult folk horror of the Cornish countryside, it replaces it with something equally strange.

That isn’t to say the jump to the year 2046 isn’t interesting. I’d be very curious to see how this story plays over the next few years. It acts as speculative fiction and the bizarre reality of speculative fiction is that it occasionally becomes mundane in hindsight. What once sounded unreasonable now feels painfully obvious. HBO’s “The Leftovers” hits different after the pandemic. Richard Kelly’s loony “Southand Tales,” feels tame after the 2016 election. Therein, I fear the day Roger ap Gwilliam becomes something more than a cartoonish depiction of British politicians. Partly because of the implied threat of nuclear devastation, but also because 2046 feels like a rather generous timeframe.

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Hardly Friends.

01. Hurry up.

Pairings- Megumi x Reader, Slight Nobara x Yuji (mostly platonic) Yuta x Reader (fwb situation— brief mention in a few chapters)

Synopsis- Megumi and Y/N used to be inseparable as children and just started drifting apart when they start high school they meet again in college. But you are roommates with each others best friends. Nobara drags Y/N to a party one night without knowing Yuji had asked Megumi too, they start their journey to regain their lost friendship on a two week trip.

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Master List.

“Nobara I told you, I’m not gonna go to one of those annoying parties you and Yuji always go to!” you groaned into your phone as you put it on your vanity so you have a better view on facetime. “Y/N I just don’t understand why you don’t wanna go out? school is out for the next two months! we have the entire summer to be doing this kinda stuff!” She argued as she rolled her eyes at you.

“You know I’d rather sit around on my ass all day and watch stupid rom coms while making cringe pinterest boards.” you rolled your eyes in return. “Yeah whatever I don’t care, I’m picking you up at 9. so be ready at your door by 8:55.” She said flatly. “Nobara I’m not go-” you were cut off as she hung up the facetime. Groaning in annoyance seeing as how she got the last word. It was 6:46 now, you had about two hours to get ready to make yourself decent. Deciding to hop in the shower, fully exfoliating and shaving just incase.

You wrapped a towel around yourself as you stepped out of your shower and checked your phone quickly sending Nobara a quick text asking what to wear ‘get dressed up but still keep it lowk casual’ That’s easy. You can do that. Putting your phone on charge, blow drying your hair and putting on parachute pants, a cropped long sleeve black shirt and putting your hair back into a tight spiky bun and calling it a look you’re ready. Grabbing your phone to check the time and your battery percentage, it was at 73% and it was now 8:45. You had about 15 minutes before Nobara got here.

Walking out into the shared living room Yuji is in the kitchen putting booze into a cooler, “Hi yuu.” you greeted him. “Oh hey Y/N! You going out?” he asks looking you up and down. Almost playfully judging you for getting ready at this hour. “Yeah Nobara invited me to a party, I’m assuming it’s at Maki’s place.” you tell him as you plop down onto an island chair and rest your head in your palms. “Oh sick! Megumi and I are going to Maki’s tonight!” He said gleefully.

You’re and Yuji’s phone ding at the same time indicating your rides here and in sync you both say “___’s Here.” both of you giggled and put your shoes on at the door and you open it “ladies first!” you smirk at Yuji as he beams a smile and tips his imaginary hat. “why thank you m’lady” and you both giggle again while making your way down to the parking garage.

Nobara and Megumi took their own cars so you and Yuji say your goodbyes and get in the others car. “Are they going to Maki’s too?” Nobara asks as she pulls out of the parking garage. “Yeah, Yuji said they were. Also you look so cute! hello?!!” you gush at Nobara. “Stop” she over annunciates the ‘p’. “you’re such a cutie patootie Y/N.” humming in response you grab Nobara’s phone and put music on as you guys make your way to Maki’s.

Muffled music could be heard as You and Nobara made your way up to Maki’s home, pink and purple flashing lights could be seen through the windows and bodies all huddled around. Yuta’s car was parked outside the door and you smiled to yourself. You and Nobara made your way inside and was greeted with a sloshed Inumaki and Maki who greeted you both. “Y/N! I’m surprised to see you! Did Nobara drag you out?!” she yelled over the music and you laughed at her. “Yeah, she did! You think I’d be here voluntarily? No offense!” you yelled back. “Non taken! Glad to see you though!” She smiled and walked off to greet more people.

“I’m gonna go find Yuji! Are you going to be okay?” Nobara asked. “Yeah, I’ll be okay! I’m going to go find Yuta.” you replied and she just winked and walked off. Making your way through the home you have to shove past the crowds of people while you see Megumi sitting on the couch with some girl in his lap, nothing out of the ordinary for him. Not giving it a second thought you make your way into the kitchen to get a drink and there he is.

His face lit up as he made eye contact with you and walked over, “Y/N! You’re here! when’s the last time you came to one of these parties? I haven’t seen you in so long!” he asked as he slung an arm over your shoulder and took a sip from the red solo cup he was holding in the other hand. “Yeah it’s been a while, I haven’t been to one of these since.” you smiled leaning into him. “Where are my manners? Did you want something to drink?” he asked leading you towards to counter full of bottles and coolers full of different alcohols. “Yeah, I’ll take a shot of tequila” and he immediately pours you a shot and hands it to you. Throwing it back your face contorted in a gross manor and you put the shot glass down. “God I don’t know how you do that” he chuckled. Putting his arm back around your shoulder you walked back out into the living room to be met with crowds of people.

You two find a spot to sit on the couch, only room for one but that wasn’t a problem. You just sat on Yuta’s lap, simple conversation. You see a lot of your friends but they either just smile and wave or come and greet you with simple “Hey! haven’t seen you in so long” or “Hey Y/N, how’ve you been?”. Nothing really that caught your interest until you met a certain someone’s gaze. Megumi just looked at you and Yuta silently asking what was going on between you two. Not like he knew you two hooked up from time to time, not that it was his business. You waved your hand off as he just scoffed to himself and turned away to talk with someone else.

“You wanna go upstairs? I’m spending the night here, I got Inumaki’s room tonight.” He whispered in your ear as he rubbed circles on your back. “Thought you would never ask.” you giggled

Suddenly it was about 2:30am as you laid under the sheets with Yuta, checking your phone you had a few texts from Yuji and Nobara. 2 hours ago from Nobara ‘Hey, I’m leaving now. I’m assuming you’re with Yuta. Just wanted to let you know where i am’ and a text from Yuji, ‘Hey, I’m home and you clearly aren’t. wya?’ and there was another that read ‘I asked Nobara and she said you’re probably with Yuta. I’m going to sleep because I feel like shit. Call me if you need me.’ sighing you turn to look at Yuta who is scrolling on his phone. “Hey yu?” looking up at him, he smiles and looks down. “what’s up?” he asks. “I should probably get going” you say as you get up and start putting your clothes back on. “I would drive you home but I don’t think I’m safe to drive on the roads” he says apologetically. Waving your hands you say “nono don’t worry, I wouldn’t ask you to! I’m just gonna call Nobara to come get me.” as you dial her number and it rings a few times before she picks up. “hello?” a groggy voice comes through the phone and you sigh. “Sorry if I woke you up, can you come get me?” you say into the phone in a hushed voice. “I’m sorry girl, I’m too tired to drive right now. I’ll ask Megumi to come get you.” she says as she hangs up before you can protest once again. Sighing you sit back down and just talk to Yuta while you wait.

Heading a car pull into the driveway you check the window and it’s Megumi’s car. Receiving a text from someone under the contact name ‘Gumi’ you let out a soft chuckle. It’s been so long since you two had texted. The text was a simple ‘Hurry up.’ And that’s your que to go, saying your goodbyes to Yuta. Making your way downstairs and out the door you knock on his window to signal him to unlock the door, hearing a click you get in. “Thank’s for coming to get me.” he nodded and a quick hum in acknowledgment. There wasn’t any music and it was painfully awkward. You hadn’t been one on one with this guy since you were like 14. He finally broke the silence and asked “So you and Yuta?” he glances at you with a cocked brow. You looked up from your lap being snapped out of your trance. “It’s not like that, we just hook up sometimes” and he says a quick “gotcha”.

Arriving back to your building you bid a quick goodbye and thank him again. He waits for you to open the door to the lobby before leaving. Walking past the front desk women who give you a small smile and nod, you make your way to the stairs because you’re afraid of you took the elevator you’d vomit everywhere. Finally getting to your apartment you lock the door behind you, make your way to your room and jump into your bed, not bothering to change and you pass out. You last thought being ‘It’s going to be a long summer’.

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This doesn’t seem like a lot but like it does? This fic is heavily inspired by something I read two-ish years ago but I can’t remember where [sobs]

I hope the first chapter was good, it was in fact proof read but at 2am so do not hold me accountable for anything BECAUSE I AM SO TIRED. no but fr i hope this was good

[ameagrice]

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percy jackson x fem reader

chapter twenty-two | here we go again

“To be honest, I think someone should just toss this woman out a window, now. Her hair’s past the point of conditioning.”

Percy looked at you ludicrously. “She’s right here.”

You’d been volunteered to take the Oracle back up to the Big House with Percy. Up close, the creepy feelings intensified. You’d have thought that after making her way down to the creek she’d have had the decency to go back on her own. But no. And here you were, gasping for breath as you walked up the stairs backwards.

“Stop pushing so much,” you grunted, heels hitting the steps. “I’m gonna lose my balance.”

“Well my arms hurt, so hurry up.”

“Men have no patience,” you grumbled. Percy shot a look at you. “You don’t! My dad’s the same. Wants things doing instantly and quickly when it just isn’t realistic.”

Percy groaned. “Seriously, B, my arms are about to drop off, here.”

“If you push me anymore I’m gonna fall and get a concussion. Or amnesia. You know how easy it is to get amnesia? At least seventy percent of people with a brain injury get it.”

“Did you eat a textbook for breakfast?” He teased.

“Did you eat some nerve?”

“You’re quick today.”

“As opposed to every other day?” A smile made its way to the corner of your mouth. This kind of bantering with Percy always improved your mood.

“Come on,” he said, ducking his head for a second. “Let’s just get her upstairs. She smells of mothballs.”

“That’ll be the decay.”

“You’re disgusting.”

After Percy hit her head off the wall—and you breathed in the dust—you made it upstairs.

You set the Oracle down in her place by the window. Up here, now she was frozen again in place, you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry. You’d hate to be stuck up here like this, only wanted when someone needed something. It wasn’t a very fair fate.

Percy’s footfall sounded on the wooden floor. Dust particles floated in the light streaming in. On tables and shelves, all topped with thick dust, trophies, medals, pictures and weapons lay. One photograph in a worn, brown frame held an image of two girls smiling with their arms around one another’s shoulders, wearing war face paint, clothes reminiscent of the seventies. You picked it up and turned it over. The date read ‘73, last day of summer. A longsword lay on a bracket on the wall, engraved with words too dusty to see.

“What have you found?” You lifted your head. Percy was crouching, sifting through a box on the floor.

He dropped something heavy-sounding back in to the box. “Just junk. Let’s get out of here. This place is giving me the heebies.”

For good measure, just in case she had anything left to say, you clicked your fingers in front of the Oracle’s face. She didn’t even flinch.

“Sure. I’ve got a feeling she won’t be saying anything for a while.”

Percy slammed shut the attic door as you descended the stairs, waiting at the bottom.

“Well,” you said, as he started down. “Glad that’s over.”

Despite your light tone, Percy still looked bothered.

“I feel like that whole thing was for nothing,” he said, meeting you at the bottom. He shrugged his shoulders. “She skipped me and went straight to Zoe Nightshade. What will Chiron do?”

Percy lowered himself and sat on the stairs. You did the same. Over the summer, as uncomfortable as the thought made you, you’d grown a little bit in ways your stepmom said was just girl nature. It made your thigh press that little bit more against Percy’s than it might have done before the summer, and you were weirdly self-conscious about it. Barely noticeable, your stepmom told you honestly, but noticeable to you.

“I think,” you said, choosing your words carefully. “He’ll do what’s best now, and that is probably going to have to do with what Zoe was told. I think this prophecy will be his priority.”

You opened your mouth to say something else, but the sound of heavy, stomping footsteps on the stairs caught both yours and Percy’s attention. The source was Thalia.

She avoided looking at Percy altogether. “Tell Percy to get his butt downstairs.”

“Why?” Percy pulled a face.

“Did he say something?” Thalia asked you. Her icy eyes were firm.

“Uh—He said why.”

“Dionysus is calling a meeting of cabin leaders to discuss the prophecy. Unfortunately that includes Percy.”

With nothing much to do while the meeting went on, you went back to your cabin. Inside, Cora—who you’d grown closer to over the months you spent at camp—was staring into space with a calculator in her hands at the table in the middle of the room. Another of your siblings, a boy named Mitchel, was doing the same thing.

“Have you guys been hypnotised?” You eyed them, walking over to your bed.

“Can’t figure out what Z is…”

The free time you had now, offered a chance to think on things that had happened so far with the both of them, and where it had gotten you now. During Percy’s quest to get the Golden Fleece last year, your only friends in camp were Travis and, to an extent, Cora. You’d grown closer to both respectably. Without Percy, you had obviously given more time to a newfound friendship in Travis.

He didn’t disappoint. If you needed a pick-me-up? Travis didn’t have to try hard to make you laugh. He didn’t push the fact that you weren’t a touchy person—granted, he’d learned the hard way after a hand on your back was shrugged away instantly. You preferred initiating any sort of physical contact—high-fives; an elbow on the shoulder—not receiving. He respected it.

You appreciated that most of all.

Over the summer, you grew closer with both of them. And Percy recounted his tales from his most recent quest with Annabeth.

Which of course meant he was closer to Annabeth afterward. Of course she cursed his name to the sisters she was closest to in the cabin. Of course you felt a little left out—it was natural, wasn’t it?

Travis would call most nights. Percy would call in the afternoon once a week, at first, and then more in the evenings, working around time zones. After a close call with a four-headed snake while out one night, Iris Messaging became the new thing.

A little too much—Percy once caught you under a mountain of bubbles in the tub with a face mask on, and always called by phone, first, after that.

“You’ve got your thinking face on.”

You looked at Cora. You hadn’t seen her climb up the bunk ladder, but she leaned over the side anyhow, hair dangling.

“Am I that much of an open book?” you lay your actual book on your stomach.

Cora hummed. She’d dyed her long hair while you were gone, a stark difference to the bleached yellow of two years ago.

“It’s not necessarily a bad thing. Anyway, I’ve been meaning to tell you, Travis Stoll has been super loved up with you while you’ve been away in Aussie land.”

You sat up abruptly. “What?”

She grinned slyly. “I said what I said.”

“What are you talking about?”

She admired her nails, hanging upside down. “I’ll answer any questions for a dollar at a time. No more, no less.”

You looked blankly at her. “But you don’t need to pay for anything at camp. Answer the question.”

“I’ve stated my rules,” she said calmly. “Yes or no.”

“Fine! A dollar. What are you talking about?”

She grinned. “The boy’s been using up all his breath asking when you’re coming back to camp. I mean, I can’t even think of how many times he asked me the same question over and over. I think he was more worried you wouldn’t come back at all.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s loved up with me,” you rolled your eyes. “That’s a friend asking when I’ll be back.”

She huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “Alright,” she drawled. “Whatever helps you sleep at night. We all know you’re loved up with Percy.”

You side-eyed her. “And you know that…how?”

“I see all. Know all.”

“You’re a freak.”

“We were literally born from the brain of mom. We’re both freaks.”

You hummed. “That weirds me out.”

“It weirds me out,” she raised a brow at you. “And I’ve been here for five years. Trust me, it just gets weirder.”

—

Percy didn’t turn up for dinner.

“I wonder who’s going on the quest,” you said through a mouthful of food. “Nobody’s said anything.”

Cora nodded, sitting opposite. The table was empty besides the two of you, your siblings either at schools or home for the winter. A few tables down, Nico di Angelo was sitting with Connor and Travis, audibly chatting their ears off. The Ares table only had the two boys, and Demeter’s table only had Katie.

Percy’s table was empty.

It was cold out, and the sky was barely lit, just a dull, cloudy grey. The same golden balls of light that decorated the cabins lit the dinner tables, and some kind of magic kept the warmth inside the pavilion boundaries. Even so, you’d dressed for the occasion in a thick coat and jeans. While it was like this, you missed summer more than anything. It was too quiet. Too still. The calm would have been nice had the events from the Oracle not been hanging over you. You sighed, pushing your food around your plate.

“Maybe I should go find Percy,” you said, pushing your food around your plate. “I feel bad.”

Cora groaned. “Listen, he’s a boy; they do weird things like this. He’ll turn up when he’s ready. Nothing you can do about it.”

She had a point.

When finished, and the place began to practically empty, you both stood to leave. That was when Chiron called your name.

You turned expectantly, smiling politely. His brown eyes looked tired, and worried. “Could we talk?”

—

The leopard on the wall above the fireplace ate a sausage, and you watched it with wary eyes. It didn’t matter how many times you’d been in the Big House; it didn’t fail to shock you each time.

Mr. D. was flipping through a newspaper labelled Olympus Weekly! with a bored face. Occasionally he would raise his eyebrows, but they would fall back in place soon after.

“You are aware of the meeting held this afternoon, correct?” Chiron began.

You nodded, tucked into the arm of the sofa, hands warm under your thighs.

“Then you know what it was for. We called for campers and Hunters to unite, as the Oracle said, and join one another on the quest to find Artemis.”

You nodded along, listening carefully.

Chiron’s eyes rose from the wall to meet yours. “Zoe Nightshade visited me a night ago repeating a dream she had. Except, until this meeting, she left a part out. It was a part which involved you.”

Your mouth parted. “And what…what was I doing? In her dream?”

“She saw yourself and Bianca di Angelo walking together through a yard, talking. And so, we have decided that you are to be one of the half-bloods to take part in this quest.”

The fire crackled. Mr. D. closed his newspaper to watch the exchange between yourself and Chiron. And Chiron watched you.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Mr. D. repeated. “That is all you have to say?”

“I’m not really sure what to say,” you side-eyed him. “I’ll go. I’d like to go. We can look for Annabeth too, can’t we, while we’re searching for Artemis?”

“We believe that while searching for Artemis, there’s a high chance Annabeth can be found too, yes.”

“Who else is going? Is Percy coming?”

Chiron hesitated. “We decided on yourself, Bianca, Zoe, Thalia and Grover. Percy…Percy and Thalia cannot work together. It would be a mistake to send them together.”

It should have made you happy to be wanted on a quest. It wasn’t every day that a demigod got the chance to leave camp and actually do something good and helpful. But Percy desperately wanted to go. He was desperate to look for Annabeth. And by agreeing to go, you felt like you were betraying him.

“When do we leave?”

“Early tomorrow morning.”

“When you find Artemis,” Mr. D. drawled, flicking open his newspaper again. “Tell her she’s caused a a complete and utter ruckus. She better not do this again.”

—

The walkway of the lake seemed like a good place for a goodbye.

You and Travis lay side-by-side again, like you did last night, except this time was a lot quieter. The gold balls of light filled you with not joy but melancholy, and Travis didn’t look at you.

“I didn’t want to leave and not say anything,” you mumbled. “Thought that would be mean.”

He hummed. But didn’t say anything.

There were no stars tonight.

Finally, his coat rustled, chocolate-coloured hair brushing the hood. “Just come back,” he said. “The prophecy says two might die. I don’t want that to be you.”

You shook your head. “It won’t be. I promise.”

He blinked, eyes on the sky. “Keep that promise.”

—

You stopped by Percy’s cabin on the way to yours. You were disappointed to find him not inside, bed still made and the lights off. You’d have to worry about him another time.

In your cabin, you quietly packed your bag again. Clothes, a spare pair of shoes, the essentials, and a small purse of money—both dollars and drachmas—and hoped that would be enough.

You climbed into bed, rolling over in the dark in your cold covers. Cora snored in the bunk above. The lights were out. You pulled the covers up to your chin, and was out like a light.

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Chubformers drabble #73!

Character: Rung (IDW)

Word count: 663

Their worship came in many forms, but sacrifice seemed to be of the most sacred.

Sitting atop a throne carved from the finest materials known to Cybertron’s kind, Rung embodied the aura of a god entirely. His disposition remained uncertain, but the kind smile framed by a frame he’d grown into made any appearance of discomfort fade. He had taken good care of his fellow bots, and in turn, they finally got the chance to return the favor.

The shift from a poorly known mech who just so happened to be Primus incarnated to the deity praised by every Cybertronian before him was slow, just as the steady increase in Rung’s weight had been. However, once it had started, it was almost impossible to stop. Rung had little say in what or how his people (his people, the people he’d once stood among as equals… if not lower) treated him, but the importance and value of energon post-war made for an easy source of proper worship.

He was quite literally their god now, both in title and in essence. The change was uncomfortable but right, and Rung easily stepped into his newfound role. With his frame adorned in silvers and crystal, the fat of his belly and thighs and arms that he spilled out over his throne accentuated by the fine linens he wore, Rung was the perfect example of a healthy, blessed being.

Things had changed, but Rung accepted and embraced it all with as much grace as befitted a being of his stature.

The room was alive with bots coming to pay their respects. Rung never felt happier than when he watched countless different bots from various walks of life coming together and connecting over something so special and sacred. It was an honor to share his presence, they would often say, but more often than not Rung found it to be the other way around.

Having grown fat over time, Rung could do little more than sit perched atop his throne and overlook the room as they prepared their gifts. Daily offerings were brought for his convenience, but a once weekly gathering had been established shortly after his reputation gained traction. Thanking him properly meant providing him with the most glorious of feasts, and Rung always enjoyed seeing what his fellow bots would offer up next.

Rung’s empty belly rumbled, and the shy psychiatrist blushed as he stroked a servo over the swell of the pudgy mesh. Having gone hours since his last meal in preparation for the feast, he was feeling more than ready to accept whatever was offered. It didn't take long, of course, and before he could even speak, the first bot of the day had come up to his pedes.

“Oh,” Rung cooed, giving the mech’s lowered helm a grateful pat as he accepted the plate of food from outstretched servos. “This looks wonderful.”

“Primus be with us all,” the mech murmured, shuddering beneath Rung’s touch before falling to the ground, his face flat against the cool metal as he kissed up and down Rung’s pedes. “Thank you, thank you.”

“No,” Rung said. “Thank you. All of you, thank you.”

As if drawn by the mere kindness in his voice, the remaining crowd of bots huddled close, servos outstretched with their meager offerings, desperate to please. Rung took his time and savored each bite, the contentment of the praise he received mingling with the satisfaction of a full belly stuffed with the food of his followers.

Rung groaned, his plating creaking beneath the weight of the food in his belly. Even so, servos still extended towards him, plates of goodness and offers of personal sacrifice for him and him alone. Ever grateful for their praise, he never declined.

He was so grateful, and so thankful. The servos without food found their way to his belly, and to his thighs, and to his chest, their show of praise hardly stopped even after the day’s feast had ended.

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Cowboy and the Tigress

Chapter two ☁️🌷2.4k words

Warnings: none again? Very plot rich chapter. Easy going. Next chapter we’ll fr see how badass reader is now that you’ve seen how much of a softy she is for Ellie. And definitely one step closer to meeting big daddy Joel.🫣🤭🤭

Spring 2023, Boston QZ

The morning air is crisp and fresh. The dampness from last night adding its coldness to the chilly morning, sun trying to warm it all away.

Birds are chirping in trees nearby, their songs, carried by the soft mellow of spring’s breeze. It rattles the leaves in trees close by, nature's wind chime adding its own noise to the symphony.

It’s a melodic morning, to say the least. At least for some. For the lucky ones that have the time to appreciate it. To listen in awe as well as admire its beauty.

For you, however? Well, you’ve been up since before the sun had made its bright arrival. The darkness of night still not yet gone. You’d awoken to knocking on your door. You’re immediately privy to the fact that no good news ever arrives this early, but aren’t surprised. You get up by the third round of knocks, slightly starting to prick at your annoyance.

Getting out of bed, it’s colder than you expected. Your warm sheets doing their job of cocooning you in warmth.

Winter may have passed but it’s icy weather still lingers. It doesn’t help that you're dressed in a white cami top and some pink short shorts either.

You cross your room and take a peek into Ellie’s room, making sure she hasn’t been disrupted by whoever the hell is knocking at this hour. She’s fast asleep, snoring slightly even though she swears to you she isn’t possibly capable of such a thing.

You close her door to conceal the noises from her quiet haven. And trot your way through your dark apartment. Once you reach the door, you grab the gun you keep in the drawer of the bookshelf near the entrance, it isn’t big, but she sure packs a punch. You clock her silently before taking a peep through your peephole.

You recognize them as your friend, Hank. You ease up at this, and start to undo the series of locks you’ve installed on your door. You open it up a crack, the last of the locks being just a chain, and lean forward so that he can see just a sliver of you.

“Hank? What’s so important you have to come banging on my door for?” You demand

Hank is one of the only men you trust. One of the only people you trust period. And although you respect and appreciate the friendship you’ve both made over the years, you don’t exactly appreciate the late-night visit.

He’s always been someone you could trust with your secrets, your frustrations, and concerns. And you’ve also been that for him. He’s older than you, much older. Tall, built like a damn redwood. Ever since you’ve met him he’s always been strong, big broad shoulders, with built arms, and thunderous legs. He’s become accustomed to letting his hair grow longer than when you’d first made acquaintances, you’d teased him about how long hair would suit him more than that horrendous military bus cut he’d once had. And he’d apparently taken that to heart.

Now he sports his long salt and pepper, even though it’s mostly salt, hair. He’s got his mustache and beard trimmed and combed, his pride and joys really. For being 73 he’s not at all someone you’d dismiss immediately. He has the looks and the staggering height to be noticed in a room instantaneously. Wearing his Demi jacket and jeans, construction boots on too.

“Sorry peaches, but I got something you’re probably not gonna be too happy about” he gruffs out before adding “and I could really use some of that coffee of yours.” Of course, it’s bad news. And of course, they send Hank to tell out of all others.

With a sigh, you close the door and slide the chain off before opening it back up and allowing Hank to step in. His steps are heavy and loud against your wooden floors. “Try to keep it down will ya? Kids still sleeping.” You mumble as you lock your door again and put your gun on the table.

“Course. She been doing okay? Heard she got into quite the showdown with another kid couple of weeks back.” he calls out from the dining table as you make your way into the kitchen to get water boiling for coffee.

You leave the kettle on as you begin to take out the ground beans. Along with sugar and a tea bag for yourself. “Yeah, she’s doing alright. Poor things been home all week since they suspended her. She’s growing tired of seeing these four walls every day with not much to do.” You know that if it were you you'd have probably gone crazy by now.

Pouring the boiling water into a mug you’ve preserved just for him you make his cup. Not too sweet but also not too bitter. Making your cup of tea, you head back with both mugs, handing him his as you take a seat across from him at the table. “Thanks, darlin’” he husks into the rum of the mug as he takes a sip. “Damn, that’s good.”

You hum in response, re-dipping your tea bag into the water so it thaws faster. “So? You said you had bad news. What happened now?” You ask

“Now I didn’t say it was ‘bad news’ I just said it was something you weren’t gonna be too pleased hearing.” Setting his cup down he leans forward a bit to try and keep his voice down. “There’s someone you know that’s been taking quite the hefty amount of supplies out of the trades he’s been running. Been selling them on his own too. Bastards grown a pair thinking he hasn’t been found out yet and bit too much he could chew. Last I heard he was supposed to be holding some guns for some suckers and ended up selling them. They’ve been looking for em since.”

At this your not surprised. Robert was known for being sneaky, that’s why you’d let him run your divisions down south. What does surprise you is that he’s been taking supplies from you. “That slimy fucker. Though he would’ve known better than to take from me,” you say lowly and take a sip of your own drink.

Sighing you ask “So what? They’ve found him and he’s asking for help or is he starting a catfight?”. Hank shakes his head “No, nobody knows where the assholes hiding, or at least most don’t. He’s staking out down south in one of the warehouses we’ve got down there. Found out this morning from a couple of guys that said they’d been working for him. Turns out he ain’t got no damn way of actually paying em. Been writing people empty checks.” He shrugs and continues to gulp down his coffee.

Nodding your head, “Well then we get our shit back. Show him who’s still boss around here.” You say getting up to wash your now empty cup.

Hank follows you to the sink upon hearing this. “Now hold on, I don’t want you going down there. FEDRA’s been real hot down there these past couple of months. I’ll take care of Robert. Just thought you should know before I head on over there.” He shrugs, leaning on the counter right next to you.

Your head snaps in his direction at this. “I can handle a backstabbing pig like him. Want to be there to see the fucker stumble over his own lies. And besides you have to watch that our next run doesn’t go wrong. It’s the first big trade with another QZ and I don’t want it to be a shit show.” grabbing his empty mug and washing that too.

Hank doesn’t say anything as he watches you dry the cup in your hands, evaluating your words. “You know I can do both. You ain’t got no need to get your hands dirty if you let me take care of it. Besides, kid needs you, trip down south is a couple of days tops.”

Jesus, Ellie what were you going to say to her? You’d only gotten back from a half a month-long trip a week ago. She’s no newcomer to being home alone, but it feels like recently you’ve been leaving her alone too long for your liking.

“You think she’d be mad at me if I tell her I gotta leave so soon again?” you mumble “I think you should definitely talk to her about it if it’s something you're willing to do. I’ll let you decide who goes to Robert, you're the boss. But just know that if you need me to go show that fucker who he’s messing with I’ll do it.” he places a comforting hand on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze and you a tight-lipped smile, before he’s making his way out.

“Thanks for letting me know, I’ll make sure to let you know my decision later today.” You thank him before he’s on his merry way.

You’re up for hours until the sun comes up, sitting in your armchair by the window till its warmth is seeping through the curtains. It’s only when you hear footsteps making their way down the hall that you’re snapped out of the thoughts running through your head.

“Someone’s up early.” You tease her with a grin, as you turn to see Ellie walking barefoot toward you, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she finds you sat. “Still on school time, I guess.” She shrugs making her way over to you. You open your arms, signaling for her to give you a hug, as she climbs onto the chair with you and settles into your lap.

You give a playful groan as she sits “The fact that you think I can still carry you is cute but pitiful. You know my old women back can’t handle it anymore.”. Wrapping your arms around her as she lays her head on you shoulder “your not even that old yet. You’ve still got a couple years of use in you.” She jokes, laughing at her own attempt at playing into yours

“Ha ha.” You retort. It’s silent for a few moments before you’re speaking up again, “I have some news for you. That I know you won’t like, but it’s work.” She picks her head up with a frown on her face, eyebrows furrowed, “God don’t tell me you need to go away again.” her response has you rethinking how you are going to phrase this as you pause for a minute.

Deciding to throw all caution to the wind you begin to explain, “It would just be for a couple of days, a week max. Some asshole down south has been taking his own share of equipment from trades. And I need to go settle it before he messes too much shit up.” You try to say nonchalantly, but Ellie’s up and out of your arms the second you say ‘a week’.

She starts shaking her head as you continue to explain “You just got back! And what about me? I can’t even go to school! I’ll be stuck here alone with Hank telling me stories about his military days. Did you know they used to pepper spray them on purpose as a test??” the last part she says has you laughing softly and getting up from the chair making your way to her and crushing her with a hug.

“I know it’s only been a while since I’m back. And I’m sorry I really am. But this guy is really getting on my last fucking nerve. And besides Hank's not that bad.” You try to sway the odds in your favor.

Ellie looks up at you “You gonna kick some ass?” this has you smiling wider “Hell yeah I am” you confirm. Satisfied with your answer she sighs, “And it’ll only be for a couple of days?” She lifts a brow.

You place your right hand over your heart, “Scouts honor” is all you say. She nods and shrugs “Then what the hell. You can bring me back some books to make up for it. Oh! And that sweet bread that old lady makes. That’s shits good.”

You nod, “Language Ellie. And yeah, I can do that.”

The rest of your day goes by uneventful. You talk to Hank to let him know that you’re going to deal with Robert and to keep an eye on Ellie while you’re gone. You’ve packed all you need into a backpack and are running over the rules with Ellie before leaving.

“No staying out past curfew. No more than one person over. No smoking my weed. AND please for the love of god, take it easy on Hank.” You’re both at the door with Ellie seeing you off.

“Yeah yeah I know. And beside I don’t even know where you stash your weed anymore.” She shrugs. “I’m not joking. You’re way to young to be getting high. It’ll stop your brain from growing if you’re on it at your age.”

She groans “Alright alright, no snooping looking for weed.” She pauses before asking “could I at least have a friend over?” She says giving you her best puppy eyes.

You let out a breath before contemplating it, deciding that if she’s going to be here alone, she should at least have someone beside 73 year old Hank to talk to. “Who did you have in mind?” You ask, to which Ellie smiles successfully “Riley. Duh.” She immediately answers.

“Uh huh, okay fine. She can come over, just make sure whoever’s taking care of her knows.” You make your way to the kitchen to make sure there’s enough food for everyone.

“There should be a lady that’ll drop by some groceries tomorrow at noon, her names Elizabeth. She’ll need you to let her in so she can drop em off but you’ll need to put em away okay?” Ellie nods “okay, I can do that.”

“Alright then that’s all. Don’t get into to much trouble while I’m gone.” You pull her in for a tight hug as you kiss the top of her head. She hugs back even tighter as she mushes her face into your upper belly. “I won’t.” She mumbles, you can hear a smidge of sadness in her voice.

You frown and pull back to make her look at you “I’ll be fine.” You reassure her as you brush some hair behind her ear. “Yeah I know. Just hurry and get back okay? And don’t forget my books or else I’ll actually be mad.” Her remark has you smiling in amusement. “Aye-Aye captain.” You salute as you both embrace one more time before heading out.

Next Chapter

Chapter two?? 😭🙈 Hope you all enjoyed that. Again apologies if my writing still isn’t as optimal as it could be. I have to get back into the flow of it again! 😅 Chester 3 is already under development so hopefully another update with in the week! Again I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading 😊💗💗

[soulkeeper801]

Silly Crush pt 2

Im Nayeon x f!reader

smut

Y/N has a little crush on a sunbae that gets a bit too far for Nayeon’s liking.

Part 1

II

Nayeon grabbed your hair, pulling you towards her and making you arch your back.

“You’re mine,” she growled in your ear as she pounded deep against you, a hand on your hip to keep you in place.

To remind you where you belonged.

She knew she didn’t have anything to worry about. You were going strong for almost a year now and never felt threatened by anything or anyone. Not even when her company tried to ban the relationship. The ups and downs brought you two together closer than ever and the love that you had for each other made her trust you blindly.

But the moment your ultimate crush not only noticed you but also showed interest in meeting you, she felt she had to protect what’s hers. You wouldn’t dare to leave her, would you?

“Are you listening to me?” she hissed in your ear, the hand that was holding you down left a loud slap on your ass.

“Y-yes,” you stuttered, a tear threatening to fall due to the almost unbearable pleasure you were feeling.

Nayeon pulled the strap on almost all the way out just to slap herself against you again, making you moan her name out loud.

“No one else gets to bend you over and fuck you like this,” she groaned, grabbing your hip to bring you closer with each thrust, “Say it”.

“No one,” you said in a whimper, feeling her moving faster against you, “only you, babe, only y-you”.

Nayeon’s thrusts became rougher, hitting the right spots, making you lose your senses out of pleasure. She owned you and both of you knew it.

“Come for me, pretty thing,” she whispered lovingly, after leaving a kiss on your naked shoulder and you felt your release taking over.

She pulled out after a couple of seconds, making you groan at the sensation. You turned around and met her eyes. They adored you, filled with love as a small smile adorned her face. She placed her arms on each side of your head, still between your legs, the tip of her strap teasing your folds once again.

Her lips looked for yours in a hungry kiss as her tongue entered your mouth to keep tasting you. She lowered her kisses to your jaw, your neck where she nibbled your skin leaving faint marks that reminded you who you belonged to.

“Only mine,” she growled looking directly at your eyes, before she aligned her strap to your entrance to take you one more time.

--

“Why is Y/N’s heart rate going so high?!” a very surprised MC asked as he watched the numbers on the little screen changing rapidly as Nayeon stood in front of you only giving you a wide smile.

A bunch of idols had been invited to a special end of the year episode of a very well known variety show. The last activity of the episode was the infamous bpm monitoring, where they had a guy trying to raise your heartbeat in order to win a prize.

“This should be easy,” he confidently said as he fixed his hair with his hands before throwing you a seductive look.

Your heart rate dropped to 73, pulling a loud laugh from the other attendees. One of the MCs clapped in his face and pushed him back to his seat. The tall guy smiled awkwardly as the guys next to him patted his back.

Another guy stepped in with a shy smile, “I’m kinda nervous,” he said, making you giggle.

Your heart rate raised a bit and everyone roared at your reaction. The encouragement made the guy boldly go for your hand and hold it, while looking at your eyes.

However your heart rate dropped again and you raised your eyebrows at his action. He stepped back and chuckled in defeat, letting your hand go and going back to his seat.

“Let me try!” A loud but smiling girl shouted from behind when everyone thought the game was already over.

You tried to clear your mind, to think about anything else other than her because you knew one of her pretty smiles and your heart would explode.

She was mischievous, knowing perfectly the power she had over you. The corner of her lips went up as soon as she stepped in front of you, swaying from side to side feigning innocence.

But you knew her better. She was giving you that look. The look she would throw at you whenever she was trying to get her way by seducing you with her actions. The look she would hold before unbuckling your pants while on her knees. The look she would hold before her hand traveled to the hem of your underwear after a heated make out session.

Your heart started beating faster and everyone noticed.

“What?!” one of the MCs reacted standing up from his chair to take a closer look at the little screen. “How is that possible?”

Nayeon laughed at the scene before throwing her head back, letting out a loud laugh. You smiled, feeling a little defeated. No one would ever know the meaning behind the rapidly beating of your heart.

She swiftly made her way to the prize and sent a wink your way, gaining a faint blush as your heart beat kept increasing.

“Wait, wait,” the MC stopped Nayeon before she could come closer to the prize. “There’s still one final level before anyone can take the prize”.

As those words left his mouth, a sudden shiver went through your body. There would only be one reason for him to say something like that. Were they going to…?

He signaled to the back door and you felt your soul leaving your body.

As the door opened slowly, revealing a pair of long legs, a tight black dress that hugged a well trained body and you could identify who she was, the bpm monitor went to the roof. Everyone roared in reply to how your heart was reacting to her simple presence. Everyone but Im Nayeon.

“Hello, Y/N,” the woman you had always adored greeted while waving her hand sweetly at you. “Finally, we meet”.

You bowed deeply at her, trying to think about anything else but it was impossible. Her eyes were locked to yours and she was smiling widely at your endearing reaction. She took a couple of steps towards you and caressed your arm slowly, without breaking eye contact.

“You win, sunbaenim,” you whispered, redirecting your gaze to the ground before the bpm made you more embarrassed.

She laughed gracefully, bringing you to her and engulfing you in a quick hug that was immediately broken as the monitor started beeping at the unusual beating of your heart.

The studio broke into a loud laugh as the MC took the chance to wrap up the episode.

“We found a winner right here, the prize has an owner now! Thank you for watching, see you next week!”.

The cameras turned off and suddenly you were brought back to reality.

“You’re hilarious,Y/N,” an MC complimented as a member of the staff took the wires off you. “You should come over often”.

The guy bowed at you and the woman still standing by your side as the staff member left at the same time.

“Come by my waiting room when you’re free, alright?” The black haired woman said, with a hint of playfulness in her voice, probably due to the way you had reacted at her.

You were at a loss of words and could only nod. Was she inviting you to her waiting room? Just the two of you? What did that smile mean?

Not giving it much thought, you turned around to go back to your own waiting room right before catching your girlfriend’s eyes.

She was furious.

And you were in trouble.

[reasonsforhope]

"A survey of 2,000 Americans delved into their sentiments around environmentalism and found that a significant majority—seven in 10—feel they’ve become more ethically responsible as they’ve gotten older (71%).

Over the past year, U.S. adults have also been taking small steps in their everyday lives to do the right thing—such as starting conversations with their loved ones about going green (39%), donating clothing (37%), and purchasing sustainable products (36%).

When it comes to doing their part, other regular habits include avoiding littering (51%), recycling (49%), and using compostable eating materials, like plates and cups (46%).

The poll, sponsored by Chinet, found that, when asked about the businesses and brands they want to support, a majority of Americans said it’s important that they share the same values (73%).

Gen Z (77%) and millennials (82%) were especially likely to say this is the case.

Nearly half of all respondents have stopped supporting or using a brand because their values didn’t align with something they’ve said or done (48%), with the average person leaving five brands behind.

“As part of our 2030 strategy, we are committed to innovating our products to be recyclable, compostable or reusable, in order to help consumers enjoy gatherings knowing they are taking steps toward being more sustainable,” said Chinet brand manager Melissa Rakos.

“Hosts and guests alike shouldn’t worry about sacrificing convenience for sustainability,” she added. “Utilizing products that are made from recycled material and ridding unrecyclable foam items completely is an easy way for people to get started with making these changes in their everyday lives.”

A similar poll of Brits in the UK, found three-quarters of respondents described themselves as greener today than they were a decade ago—with a large majority believing they have a responsibility to live a sustainable lifestyle.

Making greener choices than ever before, 58 percent believe that being environmentally-conscious is a ‘badge of honor’."

-via Good News Network, 3/25/23

[clatoera]

hi bestie 33 for tswizzle prompt list 🤗🤗 - @kentwells

Alright BESTIE I wrote this explicitly for you because I know this is a FAVORITE topic of yours. It's short but. It's something

Love you.

@kentwells

Missing moment from ARWBFB, between the 72 and 73 games.

#33: "they’ll judge it like they know about me and you" from this Taylor Swift Prompt List

“Get your hands off of me.” Clove wriggles, albeit a bit desperately, underneath the substantial weight of Cato’s entire body on top of her. He’s got her pinned down easily, knees on either side of her hips, one hand easily holding both of her wrists uselessly above her head. If she struggled just enough the hem of her shirt would slip up enough so that the cool training room floor grazed her skin, sending trickles of cold reaming through her spine. She continues to twist the best that she can underneath him, and the fiery look in his blown eyes tells her it’s working in some way. “Get off.”

A broad hand, the one not accounted for, slips up and grasps around her throat. It is not the coldness of his skin that makes her gasp, nor the way his fingers leisurely squeeze at the sides of her neck and make her world just start to flit dark. No, it is the way he leans over her, letting go of her wrists in favor of running his hand over the side of her torso, catching on the bare skin there. The slightest twinge of his hand brings her to a full gasp, a desperate, feral urge to breathe and breathe as deeply as she can as her lungs plead for air. “And just like that, you’re dead.” 

With her newly free hands, devoid of any weapon, she acts without thinking and desperately claws at his face, all the effort she can muster in pushing him off before he– he wouldn’t kill her on the training room floor, would he?–  can deliver a final blow. It’s nearly futile– the world is becoming darker and darker and air feels more valuable than any currency she can imagine– when his hand flies back and grabs at his own face. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you, are you trying to claw my eyes out?” Cato runs his fingers right under his cheekbone, revealing blood on the pads of his finger tips. 

Clove takes the moment to roll on her side, finding herself desperately gasping to quench the absolute burn in her lungs at the loss of oxygen. “We’re training you aren’t supposed to kill me.” She rolls onto her hands and knees, bracing herself before attempting to stand, anticipating a sense of dizziness due to the loss of air moments ago. “I’m done for the day.”

“Noone is going to take it easy on you in the arena. You’re tiny and someone’s going to take advantage of it–” Cato tries to pull her to a standing position, but the half hearted slaps at his wrist tells him his advances are particularly unwelcome. “Fine. Quit. Lets go home.”

“Someone like you is going to take advantage of me?” Clove hisses, before firmly kicking the side of his knee to get him away from her. “Leave me alone.” 

“Clove, don’t be like that, come on you know you don’t like the showers here.” He steps to the side, just out of the reach of her leg and foot. “The games are coming, you bitch about how poorly you sleep in the beds here, is now really the time to sacrifice sleep to make a point–”

“Leave!” Clove screams, finally pushing herself to stand, before she ends up leaning against the wall, finding she needs more support than anticipated in catching her bearings. “Do you know what the girls say about me here? Half of them think i’m sleeping with you for extra sponsors in the games, and the other half think you beat me because of how you act here, and every single one from both sides still wants you.” 

“They can whatever the fuck they want, they don’t know us, they don’t need to know, they don’t need to understand. Since when do you care what people think?” Cato grabs her by the forearm, pulling her in to him in the privacy of the empty training room. “The games are coming. I’m not going easy on you now, because now is not the time. You’re going to come back. I’m not wasting time apart from you, just because some girls are running their mouths.”

“I’m not staying here because of what people are saying, I’m staying because I don’t want to fucking see you.” Clove rips her arm out of his grasp, and uses all she has to push her hand in the center of his chest and away from her. “Go. You’re going to get us caught, anyway

Cato grabs her, then, and flings her fully into his arms, one hand under her shoulders the other under her knees. “I don’t care what they’re saying, let them judge us, Clove. Let them know. We’re going home.”

[brilliantfantasticgeronimo]

legend of ruby sunday let's gooo

TWO SHADES OF RED

ruby is so overhwelmed bless her lol

hOWS YOUR UNCLE. YOU SEXY BITCH SDKLFJ HOW YOU THINK!!!!??

they are making unit too quirky for them not to become a spin off lol

15 WILL flirt with your staff kate and you WILL endure it

screaming the clip was just the first clip. whats gonna happen

"Even I got that" SDKJ THE META

IS THAT SIGNIFICANT"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ya'll are so self-conceited. millions of people are called susana. / i say this while vibrating at the rate of a neutrino star

"susan IS the name of my grandaughter" NOT WAS. IS !!!!

"we'll get him" is that a musk ref. rtd, musk is not a genius lol

"but what for" asking the tough questions

(also regeneration as a disguise…. what a good idea)

JUST DONT GO CHANGING YOURS OOK

"cant we just pipe in a bit of applause " the meta……..

mel pulling a 73!yards ruby

"we have another mystery woman" "ruby sundayyyyyyyyyyy" "you could've warned me" wtf i love tem. i love this. absolute bonkers vibes for a finale. (the horrors will start at any second)

ruby/rose flirting…….. ?? :eyes emoji:

doctor who wasMEANT to have a bunch of middle aged / old

women characters

stsly i love this energy "I love devina" amazing.

"you love to break the rules" she knows her uncle so well

WE CAN SHARPEN THE IMAGE. ENHANCE!!!

im enjoying how the fantasy / scifi plot mystery is tied to this very real personal thing for ruby.

ruby rose holding hands………………. im seeing.

"they never give me proper work" gee i wonder why rose!!! you think your mom wants you out there doing torchwood style suicide missions. cmon.

"he was a postman. she was a dinner lady" hmm

MEL IN HER LIL' ORANGE SCOOTER. OBSESSED!!!!!!!!

CARLA ON ACTION!!!!!!!!! GO GO GO

go get miss flood??????? A???????????

IM ALWAYS HIDING MYSELF AWAY

dont leave it to her oh my god. rip cherry.

(btw god bless. the hallway crack from the christmas special is still there lol)

ms flood nailing the old relative backhanded compliment

IT'S ABOUT TIME I CAUSE TROUBLE FOR MYSELF

HE WAITS NO MORE!!!!!!!!!!!

NOT QUITE. NOT YET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

im vibrating so much

oof this is so good. this is so TRUE. "you need roots of your own not a senile old man" updated to "i bring disaster"" aggg

15 is so healthy guys. so healthy

"what if you just said hello to her face?" i cant believe this is happening ya'll. russel really said "the five doctors was BULLSHIT. im gonna fix-it fix this shit" and went and did it. icon

ill have some of that <3 !!!! (lol thats right kate. he'll never trust u like them!!! deal with it)

a phoenix is just a bird until it burns… awesome. what the fuck does that mean

thats right stammer. you're barred from unit. motherfucker 15 is so rude. love him

MANCHESTER MOMENT

MASSIVE INFORMATION FROM THE VHS. I LOVE THIS ABSOLUTE NONESENSE.

ooo the music did a little thing. hold on to your butts babes we about to get DRAMA

unit has better toys. but are they competentent? LOL

clara and the leaf energy tbh (complimentary)

(oh is ruby susan's daughter therefore 15' daughter????) love the snow thing tbh . rtd was like im about to give dw fanartists an easy motif to add to their art for years. thanks king "time has tides and hollows and secrets"

(this transition effect………. very pertwee era intro….. :eyes emoji:) memory is time!!!!

"you cant move" omg impossible mission moment. fathers day moment. 15/ruby dont know how to step moment!!!!!!!!!!!

this is rtd's thought process lol "time … memory… ah shit.. MEMORY TIME MACHINE THERE WE GO"

damn carla and ruby got me here.

"my memory of this keeps changing"

rip chipzode probably

T.T rubes

what the actual fuclk

Close the window!!!!

when is that thing, inspector spacetime???????

it's the beast!! (carla dont name the undefined thing on the "everything becomes what you name it season" o h my gOD)

I AM IN HELL

im loving the coloring/lighting in this episode. everyone looks very sharp and nice

"i bring disaster" hehe

finally some good fucking [kate vs doctor antagonism]

15 frustrated because he finally has to come back from buying the cigarattes/ bread

"FINISHED? STOP GRIZZLING AND FIX IT". mel!!!!!!!!!!!!! thats

mel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love you mel!!!!!!!!!!!!

rtd said im gonna write a season that is SO self referential. thank u

for writting this show for the weirdos only. (We might run out of disney money tomorrow but TODAY we relish)

brigadier picture!!!

missing episodes restoration commentary? lol (if i was rtd i would have named harriet ms. bachel color)

"i'd remember a handsome chap like you" um. let's no go there!!! thanks

i told u doc u absolute anxious nerd. there's millions of susans!!! (not convinced this isnt anything yet)

the music is doing things

"being an ambulance?" mel u have always been in doccy who. catch up!!!

reverse the polarity of the VHS

(ALSO very 00's/90's "therre's something hiding in the music if u play it backwards Zeitgeist ("Blink"'s dvd easter egg realness))

donna this is all ebcause you had to go and spill that damn coffee. chodizee's blood is on YOUR hands

leave the tardis alone… "then they get wise, and they try to destroy it"

"thank you, and i love you, and good bye" aaaaaaaaa

our tecnology spreads lies and fraud!!! im gonna count that as aBINGO. taking my prize in cash beebs. thank!!!

"you do not question, you move" ummmmm

master? rogue? valeyyard? rassilon? omega? suttek? omega??? rani?? ???

harriet arbingers. rip.

A DREAM OF A WORLD WITH ORANGE SKIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lol love this. going over the theories

THE MARA MENTION!!! TEGAN NATIO N WE R I S E

suketh!!!!!! well there it is lol (damn wish i had rewatch Pyramids so i could be more excited about this dklfjsdklfjdskldfs) (also def saw ppl on reddit calling that "second anagram" ou t sdklfjsd)

"did you think i was family, doctor?" rude.

CONCLUSIONS!!!

tbh this had a looooot of good character moments but i think it was mostly a "putting the chessboard pieces in place" episode. still tho damn, those characters moments. highlighting carla/ruby giving me emotions, sutekh/doctor taunting, doctor/kate antagonism MY BELOVED, ruby/rose (best ship name?????), doctor/mel!!!!!!!!!!!!!! being everything!!!!, doctor finally dealing with the susan of it all!!!! (ilu for this rtd). doctor/ruby being super cute and queer before experiencing THE HORRORS, idk how i feel about the reveal since tbh i didnt care much for that serial sdlfkjsdfds but hey. anyway excited for next week. tv show reveal def coming for the second-act-reversal !!!!!/is a hopeless case ALSO enjoyed the filming of this as well (snow! vhs effect!!!) and this is def the most interesting UNIT has ever been lol