#I think i got every version of these words in there

[jellyfishline]

Sorry for adding unsolicited advice, but one of the most valuable things I've learned as a writer is how to push over this kind of block! So I'm gonna share a few strategies that have helped me, and might help other people too!

Strategy one: skip over it.

Literally don't write a transition. Just skip to the next interesting scene. Promise yourself you'll go back and write a smooth transition later. A shocking amount of the time when I come back to edit I find that I don't even need more of a transition at all. Sometimes, your brain is so stuck in the story that it doesn't want to leave any negative space, but the negative space of a new scene, a new chapter, or a new paragraph is what the story craves.

Strategy two: just describe it.

Don't try to write it nicely, prettily, or well. Write like you're making an instruction manual, or notes for an actor in a screenplay. Write "and then they walked into the room." Write "and the conversation was over." Write "the next day, [blank] happened." Again, a shocking amount of the time for me, writing it in plain language turns out to be what the story needed. And if it does need more detail, you can always add that detail later! It is so much easier to add frills once you've got the bedrock of a scene in place.

Strategy three: just dialogue.

Idk how often this happens to other people, but I often get tripped up trying to juggle dialogue, actions, body language, and internal monologue when writing. When that happens, I switch to writing just the dialogue in short exchanges, no dialogue tags or description, with only paragraph breaks and punctuation to structure it. This both frees me up from the paralysis of trying to write everything at once, and has the added benefit of really honing in on character voices. I love to try to give all my major characters a distinctive enough voice that you can work out who's talking by the cadence of their speech, even without dialogue tags.

Strategy four: outline it.

This is sort of an expanded version of strategy two. If you're really struggling, or if this transition is something you know is going to take a whole scene or a whole chapter and more than just a line or two of description, pause to write out the events in a short, descriptive, beat-by-beat way. "They talked. They argued. No one listened to each other. They all went to bed frustrated." Sometimes this beat-by-beat plotting will transform into something you can really use--fragments of dialogue, a solid description, a realization that you can restructure so an important piece of information doesn't actually have to go here--but if not you still have a workable framework to either propel you into the next scene or start building up into a meatier bit of prose.

Strategy five: just do it.

Putting this strategy at the end because while I think it’s a lot of writers' first instincts when coming up to a roadblock, I also think the inability to force ourselves through the boring miserable bits of writing and "just do it" is a major reason why projects get abandoned. Sometimes, you might find yourself in a position where you really do just have to write your way out of the problem you've made for yourself. In those cases, I think it’s a good idea to take a deep breath, be generous with yourself, and applaud yourself for showing up, even if you're only writing a sentence or two every day. Writing is hard! Even professionals have bad days. You don't have to burn yourself out putting words on a page. Take the pressure to perform off yourself, and just write what you can. Eventually you'll get past it, and the words will flow again.

writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

[intuitive-revelations]

I've been waiting to post this for ages, so here it is (even if it's technically no longer Pride Month as intended, shut up, I'm not waiting another year)!

An unexhaustive list of moments across every incarnation in which the Doctor is very straight, very cis, very allo, and very gender-conforming. /s

Or in other words:

[ID: The astronaut "always has been" meme - One astronaut looks at caps of the Fourteenth Doctor talking about finding Newton hot and Fifteen kissing Rogue, saying "Wait...the Doctor's queer now?". A second astronaut behind points a pistol at the first, replying "Always has been."]

In all seriousness, I tried my best to capture as much as I could. It was a more a matter of running up against the limits of what I can squeeze into a Tumblr post than anything else. Even as it is, a lot of the clips are more compressed than I'd like, and Tumblr's downscaled GIF versions are messing up some of my transparent borders.

A lot of stuff is more subtextual and gradual (particularly in stuff like the EDAs), but I tried my best to represent these with particular moments where possible, without clogging the entire thing up with subtle writing and acting choices. There's also a lot more I could have added in regard to cross-gender regenerations, of course, but I avoided too many of these since they don't necessarily imply genderqueerness on an individual incarnation / actor basis. It would also mean giffing every second Thirteen, Fugitive etc. are on-screen.

Obviously, some of these are much more stretches than others (jokes, friendly kisses etc.), before anyone feels like they need to dispute them, but fall nicely into the pattern with everything else, so were included too.

Finally, if you've got something obvious I missed, feel free to add below!

A very long GIF ID and list of sources under the read more:

[ID: A series of gifs showing moments in which the Doctor potentially comes off as queer, trans, asexual, or gender non-conforming, or at least is part of a subtext that can be read as such, distributed in an extended rainbow pattern roughly based on the Progress pride flag. In order, row by row:

1. New Who - The Vanquishers - Thirteen remarks to Dan and Yaz about her duplicate: "I've got such a crush on her."

2. BF - The Sword of the Chevalier transcript:

ROSE: But is he-... she- DOCTOR: She is what ever she says she is. Who cares about gender anyway? It's an archaic concept. Right now, she's a woman.

3. New Who - The Vanquishers - A trapped Thirteen says to her duplicate, "Hi! Wow... you're cute!" The other Thirteen replies, "Thanks. So are you!"

4. BF - Seasons of Fear transcript:

CHARLEY: Another wonderful opportunity to wear a nice dress. DOCTOR: Wouldn't that be a bit conspicuous? CHARLEY: An opportunity for me.

5. BF - Seasons of Fear transcript:

DOCTOR: Are you confusing me with someone else? I'm not the one who says ‘you must obey me’. I don't meddle. And I'm not a glamorous woman at the moment.

6. New Who - The Sound of Drums - Ten on the phone with the Master begs, "Don't you see, all we've got is each other." The Master snarks back, "Are you asking me on a date?!"

7. EDA - The Scarlet Empress:

'You've got the Doctor all wrong. He's not a sexist pig like Gila.' 'He can't help what he is. His gender is alien, but intransigent. The cosmos is guided by male and female impulses - quite separate…' "That's crap!' Sam shouted."The Doctor isn't your average man, at all. I don't think he even has a gender. How can you - whoever you are - pontificate on what he's like? He's private. He's untouchable.'

8. New Who - The Fires of Pompeii - Ten sneaks into the Temple of Sybil. Seer Spurrina says, "No man is allowed to enter the Temple of Sibyl." Ten shrugs and says, "Well, that's all right. Just us girls."

9. EDA - To the Slaughter:

'Yes, me!' The Doctor took Fitz's hand, kissed it delicately, then shoved him aside. 'Now, out of my way!'

10. New Who - Wishworld - Rogue on a TV screen, speaking from a hellish dimension, says "I miss you. Well... more than that. I love y-" before being interrupted by the signal breaking.

11. NSA - Engines of War:

Urgh,’ said Cinder, letting go of the Doctor’s hand and getting to her feet. ‘My leggings are soaked through.’ She helped the Doctor up. ‘Don’t worry,’ he said. ‘I’m sure there’ll be something similar in one of the TARDIS’s wardrobes.’ She raised an eyebrow. ‘Fond of women’s clothes, are we?’ ‘Yes,’ he said, indicating his muddy trousers. ‘Clearly, I have a penchant.’

12. New Who - Meanwhile in the TARDIS 2 - Amy, fresh off trying to seduce him, points at Eleven and says "You are a bloke." He replies, "I'm the Doctor."

13. New Who - Wishworld - John Smith sits and talks about Rogue to Belinda. "There was a man on the TV... and I really liked him."

14. EDA - The Turing Test:

He glanced up. ‘I don’t recommend it, by the way.’ ‘You’ve tried?’ I asked dryly. ‘We – I –’ He shrugged. ‘It’s not something that interests me.’ ‘Sex?’ ‘Yes. It’s a missing piece in my life.’

15. New Who - The Power of Three - Rory kisses the Doctor thank you on the cheek as Amy looks on. Eleven reacts bashfully.

16. EDA - The Year of Intelligent Tigers:

‘Is this it?’ The Doctor let go of Karl. His gaze swept around the cool river, the sweet meadow, the silent trees. In the east the ringed moon was rising, silvering the deep blue of the sky. His eyes came back to the composer. ‘Is this home?’ Karl hoped so. But he didn’t say anything

17. New Who - The Church on Ruby Road - Fifteen and Ruby are tied up on the Goblin ship. He says, "Oh, but it's Lulubelle's birthday." He then says as an aside, "That's such a brilliant name! I wish I was called Lulubelle."

18. New Who - Time Crash - Five replies to Ten, "Oh no, really? Does he [the Master] still have that rubbish beard?" Ten: "No, no beard this time. Well... a wife."

19. EDA - Legacy of the Daleks:

‘I know better than to trust the word of any man ever again,’ ‘Don’t, trust the word of a Time Lord.’

20. New Who - The Church on Ruby Road - Fifteen gets his hands free. Ruby asks "Wait, how did you do that?". He replies, "I spent a long hot summer with Harry Houdini." to her pleasant surprise.

21. New Who - Spyfall Part Two - Thirteen announces herself to a crowd as "The Marvellous Apparating Man", before correcting herself, "(Lady) Apparating Lady! (Every time...)".

22. New Who - Rogue - Rogue asks Fifteen, "I think you and I should go outside." then walks off. Fifteen mutters "Fast mover..."

23. New Who - The Impossible Astronaut - Eleven calls out "Jefferson isn't a girl's name, it's not her name either." He turns to River, "Jefferson, Adams, Hamilton - River?" She replies, "Surnames of three of America's founding fathers." He then says, "Lovely fellas. Two of them fancied me."

24. EDA - The Turing Test:

I learned that Turing was in love with the Doctor, an excited, hopeless, sexual yet nonsexual, adoring, stupid, profound love that had turned his whole life upside down. ‘Do you think he feels anything for me?’ asked Turing.

25. New Who - The Shakespeare Code - Ten tells Martha and Shakespeare, "Come on, we can all have a good flirt later!" The latter replies, "Is that a promise, Doctor?"

26. New Who - The Interstellar Song Contest - Fifteen mentions, with regards to Graham Norton, "I met him at Brighton Pride. What a weekend!"

27. New Who - Human Nature - As Tim Latimer listens to the Doctor's fobwatch, he hears voices of different genders in the Doctor's essense.

28. New Who - Rogue - Rogue proposes to the Doctor, holding up a ring which Fifteen gently takes.

29. New Who - The Reality War - Kate, still under the wish's control, remarks "Mr Smith, what on Earth do you think you're wearing." He walks up to her in his skirt/kilt, responding, "The future!"

30. New Who - Utopia - Yana sat down, bends over Ten crouched in front of him and says, "Still, no rest for the wicked." As he stands, Ten smirks.

31. New Who - Wishworld - Under the wish, Ibrahim says to Fifteen, as John Smith, "She's way out of my league.", referring to Kate. Fifteen brushes his concerns off, saying, "Oh, she's not, you're a beautiful man!"

32. New Who - Wishworld - Continuing from 31, Ibrahim corners Fifteen, "You're a man. How can you find another man beautiful?"

33. BF - Afterlife:

DOCTOR: Tell this to your gods. When they punish you. When they stretch you on the neutron rack. I’m still here. LILY: But you…? You’re one.. little… man. DOCTOR:I am not a man. Not a human being. I am a complex space-time event. I am Lord President of Gallifrey. The Traveller from Beyond Time. I am the Sandman. The Oncoming Storm. I am the Ka Faraq Gatri. Destroyer of Worlds. And sometimes. Only sometimes, I am your worst nightmare. I am the Doctor. And I take care of my friends.

34. New Who - The Magician's Apprentice - Missy tells Clara that she's cared for the Doctor, "Since the Cloister Wars. Since the night he stole the moon and the president's wife. Since he was a little girl. One of those was a lie, can you guess which one?"

35. Classic Who - Kinda - Panna says infront of Five, "No male can open the Box of Jhana without being driven out of his mind. It is well known. Unless. Is he an idiot?"

36. Titan - A Little Help from My Friends - Ryan says with regards to meeting Ten, "Still hard to believe that was you." Thirteen replies, "Biological sex is flexible among my people, and gender is merely a social construct." She smirks, "Quite simple, really."

37. Classic Who - Terror of the Autons - The Brigadier asks Three, with regards to the Master, "Think he'll turn up again, Doctor?" Three replies, "Hm, bound to." Jo notices, "You don't seem very worried about it." only for him to respond, smiling and raising his eyebrows, "I'm not. As a matter of fact, I'm rather looking forward to it."

38. Novelisation - Rose:

She’d listened to Clive’s stories. She’d read his files. She knew that every age had some sort of Doctor, whether young or old, male or female, in-between or neither, black or white or anything.

39. New Who - Let's Kill Hitler - Eleven tells Amy, Rory, and Mels, "I danced with everyone at the wedding. The women were all brilliant. The men were a bit shy."

40. Classic Who - The Time Monster - Jo listens to a telepathic message being broadcast by Three, under which can be heard whispers from voices of different genders, coming from the Doctor's subconscious.

41. New Who - The Eaters of Light - Twelve tells Bill, "I've lived in Roman Britain: governed, farmed, juggled. Speaking as a former vestal virgin, second-class, I can assure you-"

42. Torchwood - Fragments - Alice Guppy, interrogating Jack, quotes words overheard from him: "You wait until I see the Doctor. First I'm going to kiss him. Then I'm going to kill him."

43. New Who - Dot and Bubble - Ruby and Fifteen respectively reply to Lindy regarding running into Ricky September, "Oh, nice one!" and "He's hot." Then then snap at each other simultaneously, "Hands off!".

44. New Who - The Hungry Earth (deleted scene) - Eleven chats to Amy about Rory, "I like him." He then chuckles bashfully and adds, "A lot."

45. Classic Who - The Daemons - Three, tied up and about to be burnt alive is told, "If he's such a great magician, let's see him untie himself." Three responds, "You choose to mock the great Qui Quae Quod." Each of these words used in his 'wizard' name, is latin for "who", first masculine, then feminine, then gender-neutral.

46. New Who - Dot and Bubble - Continuing from 43, Fifteen compliments Ricky, "Clever as well..." Ricky shrugs, "Eh..." Ruby looks at Fifteen and says, "Okay, Heartstopper."

47. PDA - The Murder Game:

What are you playing at, dressed like that?' Ben wanted to know, to the Doctor's visible dismay. 'Don't you like it? I'm just helping out Mr Hornby with a slight gender imbalance. I got the wig from the TARDIS, but I think it works rather well with the outfit, don't you?' He brushed a stray hair from his face and grinned disarmingly. 'I had to improvise with the bustle though, using coat hangers.' He patted his wire-frame chest and looked comically startled as it dropped to his stomach. Polly laughed and assured him that he made a most convincing woman, as he struggled to adjust himself.

48. BF - The Wormery:

DOCTOR: Love. Huh. Wrote a treatise on the chromosomal origins of love once when | was a small boy. Proved categorically which gene began it, which enzymes carried it, which electrochemical receptors translated it. Took all the fun out of it. Got a rubbish grade too. My tutor told me I’d missed the point. It’s held no mystique for me since, so don’t talk to me about love.

49. Classic Who - The Daemons - Winstanley asks Three, "Are you one of these television chaps then?" Three replies "I am no sort of chap, sir." "Forgive me, but I thought. Well, the costume and the wig, you know?" Three, outraged, responds, "Wig?!"

50. New Who - Rogue - Fifteen flirtilly dances to "Can't Get You Out of My Head", mouthing the words at Rogue.

51. EDA - Interference: Book One:

‘Can I ask you something personal?’ he said. I.M. Foreman nodded. ‘I warn you, though. If it’s anything to do with how I got this body, the details are going to be messy. You’ve never been a woman, have you?’ ‘I’m not sure I’ve ever even been a man. That’s not what I was going to ask.

52. New Who - Rogue - Fifteen and Rogue kiss passionately.

53. BF - Archipelago:

DOCTOR: There was a lovely woman in Yorkshire, gave me chipsticks. And you should have seen the way that Lady MacBeth made eyes at me. But this me doesn't. Couldn't.

54. EDA - Dominion:

The Doctor stood up, a look of amazement on his face, and then to Fitz’s considerable surprise he bounded over, grabbed his head and planted a kiss squarely on his lips. ‘Oh, Fitz! Fitz, Fitz, Fitz! I’m so glad you’re alive!

55. New Who - The Eleventh Hour - Eleven asks Amy, "Your friend, what was his name? Not him [Rory], the good looking one?" Rory mutters, "Thanks", as Amy replies "Jeff." Rory responds "Oh... thanks!"

56, 57, 60, 61. New Who - Legend of the Sea Devils - Thrteen opens up to Yaz. "Dates are not something I really do, y'know. I mean I used to, have done, and if I was going to, believe me, it'd be with you. I think you're one of the greatest people I've ever known. Including my wife!" Yaz, surprised, responds, "Your what?" Thirteen continues, "Ah, wasn't going to mention that. I was a long time ago - I was a different man back then. But the point is, if it was going to be anyone... it'd be you."

58. EDA - Timeless:

‘They’re not Old Bill, Tommo,’ Jack said, sneering at her. ‘A potty-mouthed yank and a poof in a waistcoat.’ ‘Do you want to be on a charge of discrimination too?’ said the Doctor calmly, producing a notebook and pencil.

59. New Who - The Robot Revolution - Fifteen holds an x-ray blanket infront of himself, which registers his sex as "Unknown".

62. New Who - The Time of the Doctor - Clara tells Eleven on the phone, "I may have... accidentally invented a boyfriend." He replies, "Yeah, I did that once and there's no easy way to get rid of an android."

63. New Who - Dinosaurs on a Spaceship - Eleven runs up to Rory, shouting, "Good thinking, Rory!" before planting a big kiss on his lips.

64. New Who - Day of the Moon - As Amy and Rory wake up in their body bags, Eleven runs over to Rory and kisses him on the head, checking if he's ok.

65. New Who - The Star Beast - Fourteen holds up his psychic paper to Shaun, citing a title as "Grandmaster of the Knowledge". Shaun points out, "That says 'Grandmistress'..." Fourteen looks at it, then groans at it, "Oh, catch up!"

66. New Who - Legend of the Sea Devils - Yaz and Thirteen stand in the TARDIS doorway at the bottom of the sea. Thirteen says "Not a bad date, am I?" When she realises she struck a nerve, she turns away. Yaz turns to her and says, "No."

67. EDA - Beltempest:

Because I'm a man and you're a woman?' 'Yes, actually.' The Doctor raised his eyebrows. 'But I'm not a man.' Sam opened her mouth to speak, then shut it again. He continued, 'I'm not even human. Not even close. Not unless you count the ears.' He wiggled them to make his point.

68. New Who - The Reality War - Thirteen, upon hearing Fifteen tell her "I love you" says "I should say that to Yaz!" Fifteen replies, "You never do. But she knows."

69. New Who - Lucky Day - Conrad asks Ruby about the Doctor, "Was he your boyfriend?" She chuckles, "No. God, no! If he was here, he'd be flirting with you."

70. New Who - Daleks in Manhatten - Martha tells Ten, "I'm so glad to see you." He replies, "Yeah, well, you can kiss me later." He then adds to Frank behind him, "You too, Frank, if you want."

71. New Who - The Power of the Doctor - Yaz and Thirteen, shortly before her regeneration, lick their ice creams as they watch the Earth from orbit ontop of the TARDIS.

72. Short Trip - The Feast of Seven… Eight (and Nine):

The Eighth had brought some mistletoe, And aimed for Seven, to Seven's woe: Ah! No! Rrurevolting! Ace! D'you mind? Try Six, he's more that way inclined.' ... I knew Puccini once,' sighed Eight, `He had the softest lips.' That's great, But stay away from me, you sissy,' Four looked cautious, Eight looked kissy. Three o'clock, the Queen appeared, The Third, all patriotic, cheered, But Eight, lips puckered, mistletoe handy, Went for the clown and got the dandy.

73. The Curse of Fatal Death - The newly regenerated COFD!Thirteen says to Emma, "Your mother's going to get a bit of a surprise at the wedding isn't she? Do you think we'll both wear white?"

74, 75. New Who - Closing Time - Distracting Craig, Eleven pulls him close and says, "...because I love you." "You love me?" Craig replies. "Yes, Craig. It's you. It's always been you." "Me?"

Eleven then puts his arms around him, leading Craig to ask, "Doctor, are you going to kiss me?" He replies, "Yes, Craig. Yes I am. Would you like that? Bit out of practice, but I've had some wonderful feedback."

76. New Who - The Parting of the Ways - Jack plants a goodbye kiss on Nine's lips.

77, 78. New Who - Eve of the Daleks - Dan confronts Thirteen about Yaz. "No, I mean, she 'likes' you." "I don't understand what you're saying, Dan." He then responds, "I think you do. But for some reason, you pretend to me and to her that you don't."

79. New Who - The Unquiet Dead (deleted scene):

SNEED: "I thought you'd be a woman" DOCTOR: "No, not yet"

80. New Who - Time Heist - As Psi goes to leave the TARDIS, Twelve makes a 'call me' sign at him.

81. BF - Swipe Right:

RIVER: Doctor, for someone so smart, you can be so stupid. 'Someone with no romantic feelings?' It's you! Much as it pains me to say it. Apparently, it's you. DOCTOR: It's me! Ha! Of course, it's me!

82. EDA - Eater of Wasps:

‘Have you remembered what you were doing in 1933 yet?’ asked Fitz. ‘I mean, the last time you were here?’ ‘Oh, yes,’ said the Doctor. ‘But I was a long way from here – I spent some time sailing the South Seas roundabout now.’ Fitz gaped. ‘A sailor? I don’t believe it. Go on, give us a jig!’ The Doctor laughed. ‘Not likely – but I’ll show you my tattoo if you’re lucky.’

83. New Who - Eve of the Daleks - Thirteen gazes lovingly at Yaz, as they watch the warehouse's fireworks explode.

84. VNA - Human Nature:

'We let it be known that he was in a position to give a Time Lord whatever form or mind they wanted. That's a particular dream of Gallifreyans, as I knew from wandering through that young Interventionist's mind.

They regenerate and find themselves to be much the same, and every now and then they dream how wonderful it would be to be able to fly or be of the opposite sex or have a child. That last is a very common dream, for children on Gallifrey are very rare.'

85. EDA - Parallel 59:

[The Doctor] whistled as he walked, Fitz’s plaintive little melody still in his head. Thinking of loved ones, coming home.

86. BF - The Vanity Box:

DOCTOR: Nesta, will you help me? I’ve got to get into that salon, under cover, and get a closer look. MEL: Doctor, | could go in instead of you. DOCTOR: | don’t think anyone would believe you need a make-over, Mel. And besides, | think it’s going to be chillingly dangerous. NESTA: Actually, | can manage a bourbon if | dunk it in me tea. I’ll freshen the pot. Now, tell me how | can help you, Doctor. I’m not happy about this poodle parlour on our doorstep. DOCTOR: | want you to drag me up.

87. Classic Who - The Chase - One tells Ian, "My dear boy, I could kiss you!" Barbara replies, "Don't waste it on him. Kiss me instead!" He responds, "Oh, I'd be delighted."

89. Classic Who - The Highlanders - Two, dressed up as a washerwoman, tells Perkins at gunpoint, "I tell you what we're going to do. We ladies are going to leave first, but you are going to sit here, quietly, comfortably, for another ten minutes."

90. Scream of the Shalka - The TARDIS's answering machine goes off. The Shalka Doctor says, breathlessly and giggling, "You've reached the good ship TARDIS. We're rather busy at the moment. Leave a message after the beep and we'll try and get back to you before your call." He then laughs "Stop that!" before the beep. The Shalka Master then notes, "We really should change that message."

91. EDA - Earthworld:

He helped Anji to take her blazer off – somehow it didn’t matter that the Doctor was seeing her like that, he seemed to count in her head as another girl – and gave her his velvet coat to replace it

92. Classic Who - The Highlanders - Two tells Grey, with regards to Jamie, "Did you mark the young Highlander who was with me? The piper?" "Piper?" "With the soft hands and face?"

93. Classic Who - The Enemy of the World - Two comments on Salamander, "He seems to be a public benefactor. Quite a speaker too, and remarkably handsome, didn't you think so Jamie?" He turns to Jamie, who nudges him smiling in response.

94. BF - The Eye of the Storm:

DOCTOR: I never kiss strange people. No matter how beautiful, how fascinating, how intriguing they might be. And you might very well be any of those things.

95. New Who - The End of Time: Part Two - Ten, tied up, gazes at the Master and says, "I wonder what I'd be... without you." The Master tears up listening to this.

96. Classic Who - The City of Death - Four tells Countess Scarlioni, "Oh, well... you're a beautiful woman, probably..."

97. EDA - The Turing Test:

I will say now, however, that I do not think Greene was right: the Doctor is not an angel, though he may not be a man, exactly, either. I desired him as a man, loved him as one, but my love did not blind me, nor make me religious!

98, 99. New Who - World Enough and Time - Twelve tells Bill of Missy, "She was my man crush!" "Wh- I'm sorry?" "Yeah... I think she was a man back then. I'm fairly sure I was too, it was a long time ago though."

When Bill asks about Time Lord gender, Twelve replies: "We're the most civilised civilisation in the universe! We're billions of years beyond your petty human obsession with gender and its associated stereotypes."

100. New Who - First Night - River sees the dress hanging in the TARDIS for her, "The Dress is a little daring!" Eleven, in a white tuxedo, replies, "Yep, so I went for this instead."

101. New Who - Arachnids in the UK - Yaz's mum Najia asks Thirteen and Yaz, "Are you two seeing each other?" Yaz gives a confused look as Thirteen responds, "I don't think so... are we?"

102. New Who - Once Upon Time - Sonya tells Yaz she wants to get good at games so "[her crush's] gonna look me and think 'who's the sexy girl with the nimble fingers?'" Yaz retorts, "No human being is ever gonna look at you and think those words." As if on cue, Thirteen suddenly glitches into the scene in Sonya's place.

103. New Who - Rogue - Fifteen and Rogue dance together in the ballroom, in front of all the guests.

104. New Who - The Story and the Engine - Fifteen tells the Barber, "Anansi purposefully lost a bet to make me marry one of his daughters. I know the gods. You are not them." Meanwhile, Abena looks on.

105. New Who - The Story and the Engine - Jo Martin's Doctor tells Abena, "I was a fugitve back then. Anansi was wrong to offer that bet. And frankly, darling, I was busy in a different story."

106. Classic Who - The Green Death - Yates appraches Three, who is disguised as a cleaning woman and says, "...I like your handbag." Three, still in character, replies, "Do you? Well watch out I don't slosh you wish it." He pushes his bucket at Yates jokingly, then drops his voice, "Now where can we talk?"

107. NSA - Revenge of the Judoon:

"Lords, ladies and Doctors this way, please."

108. EDA - The Book of the Still:

'You go if you want. I must help him.' 'Fitz!' 'I've been engineered to love you, Carmodi. With the Doctor - it's the real thing.'

109. EDA - The Blue Angel:

Fitz swallowed hard. He was the one who was raving mad. He was in the midst of the most ridiculous danger, horse-riding down a mountainside, probably about to die and, in the final few minutes of his life, what was passing through his mind? Not the greatest, most fulfilling moments in this life - but a consideration of his chances of getting laid by Iris . . . and even of getting laid by the Doctor. What was it about Time Lords?

110. BF - 1963: The Assassination Games:

GILMORE: Uh, “man” is something of a misnomer. I think he’s best described as… an outsider.

111. New Who - The Star Beast - Donna and Fourteen, conclude, "Because the Doctor's male and female." Elsewhere, but connected through the metacrisis, Rose Noble finishes, "and neither, and more!"

112. New Who - Dinosaurs on a Spaceship - Eleven tells Solomon about the Schubert music he's playing, "Say hello to hands three and four! Schubert kept tickling me to try and put me off." He then smiles, "'Franz the Hands'. Oh, that takes me back."

113. New Who - Death in Heaven - Clara tells Twelve, "Go be a king or something." "Yeah... might do that." She then adds, "Or queen, y'know, whatever..." "Yeah, queen, that would be good too."

114. New Who - Rogue - Fifteen quietly puts on the ring Rogue proposed to him with.

115. IDW - Bodysnatched! - Eleven, swapped into Amy's body tells Rory while applying a bow tie, "I suppose it is more difficult for you - Time Lords don't really worry that much about what sex they are. Romana was a Time Lady and she was easily equal to me. Sometimes anyway, when she didn't use the dog. I'm a woman now. Women are cool."

116. New Who - Closing Time - Elven chats with a saleswoman, Val, who says, "I think you look ever so sweet: you and your partner [Craig] and the baby." He responds, "'Partner', yes I like it. Is it better than 'companion'?" She answers, "'Companion'... sounds old fashioned. There's no need to be coy these days."

117. New Who - Rogue - Seeing the TARDIS, Rogue opens his arms wide and says "I'm in love!" Fifteen reacts surprised, before Rogue adds, "With this machine." Fifteen then smirks.

118. IDW - Bodysnatched! - Rory, thinking Amy is still in Eleven's body, kisses him. Eleven steps back and says, "As passionate as that was, Rory, don't you think you should be kissing your wife, not me?" Amy says, "Oh no. Do it again. But do it... slower."

119. Classic Who - The Mutants - Sondergaard tells Three, "If you spend any time in there without [a radiation suit], Doctor, you will die. Any man would." Three retorts, "Any 'man', perhaps."

120. BF - An Eye for Murder:

DOCTOR: Oh don't think of me as a man. Just the Doctor.

121. BF - Deleted Scenes:

CELINE: [The Doctor] loves you [Jamie], dearly. As do I.

122. FASA Doctor Who RPG - A Sourcebook for Field Agents:

The Master

This entry contains information on one of Gallifrey's most dangerous enemies, the renegade Time Lord known as The Master. The Master has, in some fashion yet unknown, erased his Biodata entry from the APC Net. As a result, the only information about him that we now possess has been drawn from the memories of the Doctor. It is, therefore, highly subjective, and Time Lords consulting this section should be aware that The Doctor's perceptions do not always correspond with Reality.

Appearance: Height: Average Build: Average Looks: Sinfully attractive Apparent Age: Middle-aged Actual Age: 800+ Number Of Regenerations Used: 12 (now using stolen body) Recognition Handle: Satanic beard; piercing blue eyes; black dress; black gloves.

123. New Who - Smile - As Bill goes to eat her algae-based meal, Twelve wistfully tells her, "I met an emperor made of algae one. He fancied me..."

124. New Who - Wild Blue Yonder - Donna and Fourteen chat about bumping into Isaac Newton. She says, "Was it me... or was Isaac Newton hot?" He replies, "He was, wasn't he? He was SO hot." Fourteen then catches himself, "Oh? Is that who I am now?" Donna then replies, "Well it was never that far from the surface, mate. I always thought..."

125. BF - 1963: The Assassination Games:

DOCTOR: A man after my own heart. GILMORE: Except you’re not a man. DOCTOR: And I have two hearts.

126. TVC - Undercover - Three again disguises himself as a woman to obtain captured information for UNIT.

127. New Who - The Star Beast - Prompted by Rose, Fourteen asks Beep the Meep, "Are you he, or she, or they...?" The Meep responds, "My chosen pronoun is the definite article. I am always, 'the Meep'. He then replies, "Oh, I do that."

128. Titan - Ophiuchus - Nyssa says to Five, "I didn't know that Time Lords could change gender, Doctor." He returns, "Gender is a very fluid concept, Nyssa, for some people more than others. A Time Lord even more so."

129. New Who - The Doctor Dances - Rose tells Nine, "I thought Jack might like this dance." Nine dancing, replies, "I'm sure he would Rose. I'm absolutely certain. But who with?"

130. EDA - The Slow Empire:

Once, there was a man called the Doctor, although he was not precisely a man and that was not his real name.

131. Novelisation - The Day of the Doctor:

‘I’ve been around a bit, Clara, I’m probably married to lots of people, it happens,’ he said, and made a dismissive hand gesture, to suggest that the occasional marriage was really no more than a parking ticket, and a moment later heard a vase smash behind him. He really had to get his peripheral movements under control. ‘But to her, though?’ ‘Oh, to her, to him, to who-knows. Sometimes the conversation just gets out of control. I think I’m even married to Jack Harkness, but there were a lot of people in the room at the time, it was hard to keep track.

132. New Who - The Doctor Dances - Rose remarks about Jack, "And he's vanished into thin air. Why's it always the great-looking ones who do that?" Nine looks up, "I'm making an effort not to be insulted." She then specifies, "I mean... 'men'." He grins and nods, "Okay, thanks, that really helped."

133. NSA - The Good Doctor:

'Scan me again. I’m not loba or human. I’m not man or woman in the way you understand it.'

134. New Who - Boom Town: Jack and Nine flirt with eachother watching Mickey and Rose. Jack starts, "Aw, sweet, look at these two. How come I never get any of that?" Nine, fixing up the TARDIS replies, "Buy me a drink first." "Such hard work..." "But worth it."

[moondustbaby]

hiiii i hope your week is going great!!! i have a request for bsf!rafe for letter O - overstimulation if you’re still taking them :)

so i’m thinking like he and reader have been at it for a while and she’s finally reaching her limit but he’s just being so nice and sweet about and telling her how good she’s been. maybe even a little bit of the aftercare in there?

don’t get me wrong i love a little mean!rafe but i wanna see him being so vulnerably sweet to reader

no pressure and feel free to change anything you’d like!!!

-🌞

O – Overstimulation

bsf!Rafe x bsf!Reader

mdni 18+

You’re trembling.

Face-down in his sheets, body sticky and slick and raw from how many times he’s made you come tonight. Your thighs ache. Your eyes sting. And still—still—he’s buried inside you, slow and deep, one hand holding your hip, the other stroking your spine in soft, soothing lines.

“You okay, baby?” he murmurs against your shoulder, voice warm and breathy and almost hoarse from everything he’s said to you tonight. “Need me to stop?”

You shake your head, barely able to form words. “I—I don’t know. I think I can take it, I just… I’m so close again, Rafe.”

He groans—soft, guttural, like he’s the one falling apart.

“You’re fuckin’ incredible,” he whispers, kissing the curve of your neck. “Can’t believe you’re still lettin’ me touch you. You’re doin’ so good, baby. So good for me.”

Your lip wobbles. A little whimper escapes.

“I got you,” he says immediately, voice low and gentle. “I got you, I got you, you’re okay.”

He slows down. Barely rocks into you now���just enough to keep you full, keep you grounded. His fingers trace your jaw, tilt your face toward his.

“Lemme see you,” he says, and when your teary eyes meet his, it’s like the wind’s been knocked out of him.

“Jesus,” he breathes. “You look so pretty when you’re wrecked.”

You let out a half-sob, half-laugh, and he smiles, brushing your hair back before kissing you slow—slow enough it makes your chest ache.

“You tell me when it’s too much, okay? But I wanna give you one more, baby. Just one more.”

You nod. Because he’s so sweet. Because you trust him. Because even when your body’s screaming, your heart is safe with him.

He kisses your temple. “That’s my girl.”

And when he moves again, it’s not rough or greedy—it’s worship. He touches you like you’re something fragile, like he wants to memorize every sound you make, every flutter of your lashes, every broken gasp.

When you come again, it’s quiet. Gentle. Almost reverent.

And when it’s over, he doesn’t pull away—just wraps his arms around you and rolls you onto your side, still inside you, holding you close while your breathing slows.

“You’re okay,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder. “I’m right here.”

And you are. You’re so okay.

Because it’s him.

a/n: omg i love this sweeter, softer version of overstimulation—where he’s not teasing or mean, just so gentle and proud and in awe of you 🥺 thank you sm for the request angel!! this man would absolutely ruin you slow and then hold you for twenty minutes whispering “i got you, i got you” while kissing your shoulder 🫠

♥️ lani

nsfw a-z

[grimsonandclover]

I can’t ever pass up the chance to spread mrta!artrick. I think it’d be interesting to see how the other acts when one of them gets a girlfriend or even just another best friend

Jealousy, Jealousy [patrick zweig] [art donaldson]

Art gets a new friend. Patrick gets a new "girlfriend". There are no good, clean shirts.

[sfw] [864 words]

⚠︎ Something simple and short to get me out of my writing slump. Not terribly proofread, not terribly great. MRTA Atrick, Art is jealous of Patrick, Patrick is jealous of Art, tension and underlying feelings, stuffed animals, canonically pushed together beds, dirty shirt piles, teenage boys

"Dude, where the fuck..."

Art throws another shirt out of his drawer to the floor with frustration, sighing and pushing back the wet curls on his forehead. "Where the fuck are all my nice shirts?" He turns, eyeing Patrick at his desk accusingly. Patrick, completely absorbed with his texts, only offers a mumbled response.

"Check The Pile."

"Check the—? Patrick, what the hell, man!" Art turns to the corner of their room now called The Pile, or more accurately, their version of a laundry basket minus the basket. It's the last thing Art wants to dig through right now. "You wore them? All of them?"

"Yeah, all two of them." Patrick spares Art a single mocking glance from his phone before another little ring comes from it, and he goes straight back to texting. "Remember I had that thing with Juliette last week," that 'thing' being her brother's Bar Mitzvah, "and then she wanted to go to Olive Garden yesterday."

Juliette this, Julie that. Art stands shirtless in the middle of the room, anger bubbling in his veins. Patrick, that little shit. He has clothes of his own. "You have clothes of your-" Art grabs one of the stuffed animals on his nightstand, launching it at Patrick's head, "-own!"

Patrick can't even let out a full grunt before getting distracted again by a text. It's Juliette; they've been going back and forth about plans for tonight. He smiles to himself, looking up at Art. "I think Julie is gonna finally, you know."

The blonde groans, flopping backwards on the bed. Patrick kicks his feet up on the desk they share, leaning the desk chair dangerously far backwards. "You've been saying that for weeks now, fucking creep."

"I'm really sure this time. What do you need a nice shirt for anyway? You're not getting any."

Thanks for the reminder, Art wants to say. Instead, he throws another stuffed animal at Patrick, this one on his bed, who had kept the first one on his lap before the second knocked it off. He plays idly with the ears of a bunny Art got at a fair as a kid, now sitting alone with him as the first bear stares up at him from the floor. "Connor just got his fake, and he wants to sneak out and go to a bar downtown tonight. Maybe I could get some if I didn't have to go wearing a fucking," Art gestures to one of the shirts hanging off the dresser, " 'I Love Tig Bitties' shirt or—"

"—That's a prized possession, and you know it. Wait, Connor—?"

"—or the shirt I stole from my dad that screams I'm a balding fifty-year-old with a marriage on the rocks. And yeah, Connor."

Patrick almost pouts but bites his bottom lip instead, turning to look out the window the desk faces. He pulls the ear until he feels a bit of the old thread tear open, and then stops immediately. Muttering a curse under his breath, he hugs the plush close so Art can't tell. "Connor's a dick."

"Connor's a dick, yeah, but so are you."

"But he's, like," Patrick was going to say he's a bigger dick, but then he looks down at the bunny. His phone beeps with another text, but he doesn't check this time. "Why don't I come with then? You shit yourself every time you face a bouncer."

Art, who's started picking at a hangnail on his big toe, turns his head to Patrick again. "I thought you were gonna 'you know' with Julie." The name comes out painfully and mockingly, and he makes a face with it. Art doesn't even get it; she's nothing like the girls Patrick normally goes for. She's— god forbid he admit this to anyone but himself— nice. Patrick responds with a casual shrug, like he hasn't been building this up for himself since he met Julie two months ago.

"What time are you guys going out? Maybe I can make it."

"Eight. Connor wanted to get something to eat before we try the bar, and I wanted time to go somewhere else if the place sucks."

Patrick chews on his lip some more. "Oh. Alright." Art continues picking at the nail. Patrick looks to the fallen bear for a moment. It's quiet for a bit. Another beep.

His fingers fiddle with a loose thread at the seam where the ear was attached to the bunny's head. It was cheaply made, it's old, it's Art's. Most nights, though, this bunny in particular gets pushed to Patrick's bed in the middle of the night. Or maybe he grabs it. If you asked him, it's always the former. The bear always sits alone on the nightstand, untouched.

Patrick picks up his phone again to check the text and Art sighs, rolling backwards off the bed and grabbing a random t-shirt from his clean ones. "I'm gonna see if Connor has something I can borrow." Art doesn't even consider borrowing from Patrick. The door closes behind him, and Patrick stares at the letters on the screen. For some reason, they don't feel as exciting as they would have fifteen minutes ago.

"excited for 2nite <3"

[cusp-du-aureate]

Coming out of 3.4 like a winner because I got a bunch of my theories confirmed correct, LET'S GO! Spoilers beneath the cut, I've seen SOME of the cutscenes so these are 70/30 accurate but yeah!

1. Khaos was indeed Phainon's name, en flame reaver referred to him as Khaos.

2. He drew Nanook's gaze, yay!

3. AMPHOREUS IN ITS ENTIRETY IS IRONTOMB. Blacktide & every town & residence included.

4. The emperor's sceptor is the discarded neurons of nous.

5. The black tide, the antimatter equation, the destruction that is the answer to the equation all function similarly to the Herrscher of corruption in Honkai Impact 3rd.

6. The 2 phainons indeed merged, the old burned away by the new.

8. The sceptor created amphoreus, it wasn't a planet that was overrun by it.

7. Restarting the next loop, experiencing the 1st half of the cycle prior to the destruction of Aedes Elysiae.

9. Amphoreus is made up of memoria, data & khaos/kephale's memories. By that logic, the gaze of remembrance is justified.

10. Lygus is the sceptor's operator.

11. Amphoreus is a dream! It's a parallel to penacony!!

Future theories for future versions:

12. Amphoreus' loop is a parallel to Izumo(Acheron's home planet!).

13. The sceptor has grown a conscience which turned its back on Nous, wishing to best it, only to fall into the hands of the destruction along the way. So it went from an erudition tool used to study the destruction to a destruction tool used to oppose the erudition.

1. Irontomb may be tied to the propagation in some manner, like designwise in the fables about the stars trailer, they vaguely reminded me of the propagation with how their physique is shaped.

2. Lygus may be tied to the equilibrium, designwise, he reminds me of HooH. Besides that, I think he may become/or was a path strider of remembrance if we are to take his words of being installed in Amphoreus by Nous truly as is.

3. Cerydra is phainon's ancesstor, I'd go as far as to say she had a hand in establishing Aedes Elysiae. "Oh but Aureate she's from the north!". Yeah, she could be casted out or leave.

4. 4th path that Amphoreus is hanging in the balance with? Finality. ALL HAIL TERMINUS, WE SAY IN UNISON!

5. Elation, Erudition, Remembrance & Enigmata overlapping.(The concept of memo snatchers sounds very similar to what history fictionologists do ngl. The content of the other 2 paths could also be packed in.)

6. Only pathstriders of destruction can enter Amphoreus without resistance from the sceptor, Trailblazer(initial pathstrider pf destruction, also carrying a stelleron) accompanying Dan Heng was the reason why we got in.

7. The reason why this was a perfect loop, I think, is because the introduction of the trailblaze. Phainon is a lord ravager designed to combat Nanook, so in a way, for his creation, similar factors are required. Lygus found out 12 of these, but the lucky 13th(the 13th titan if you may, the 13th flame chaser) is the trailblaze. Nanook's home star system, Adlivon which was ravaged by both emperor wars & the swarm disaster was visited by Akivili prior to Nanook's ascension.

9. For the express crew to enter without deactivating or neutralizing the sceptor, the express may seek out the everflame mansion's assistance. Dahlia & Black Swan are acquainted after all. Dahlia may be interested since I suspect she, similar to the lord ravagers, opposes the path of remembrance though on a smaller scale.(e.g pursuing the memokeepers rather than an entire path like emenators do.)

8. Akivili offered Nanook an express pass to join the nameless.

10. Amphoreus could be terraformed by either the elation or the enigmata given its nature as being made up of memoria.

11. Lygus has likely gone mad and astrayed from erudition to destruction, or in a similar fashion to how Sunday veiled the order with harmony, he too is either using or guising one path with another.

12. Phainon has become a lord ravager opposing the path of destruction or at least a pathstrider as strong as an emenator. In our grand fight against Nanook, as foreseen by Elio, he will be a reliable asset.

[storiesbyshadow]

Scars and Grace

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean x Castiel

Rating: Teen

Tags: Slight Angst, Fluff, Touched Starved, Body Image Issues, Kissing, Sharing A Bed, Crying, Scars, Mentions of Weapons and Blood, and I think that's all.

Word Count: Around 1000

Written For: @fluffyjuly @julybreakbingo @whumpmasinjuly-archive

Squares/Prompts Filled: Day 3 - Scars for Fluffy July | B4 - Touched Starved for July Break Bingo | Day 3 - "I'm sorry." for Whumpmas In July

Dividers By: @cafekitsune

The motel room was dim, bathed in the soft glow of a flickering neon sign that blinked just outside the window.

Dean sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, elbows on his knees, fingers laced together, head bowed. The silence was thick, broken only by the hum of the heater and the occasional creak of old pipes behind the walls.

Cas stood nearby, his coat draped over the chair, his bare feet making no sound on the worn carpet. His eyes hadn’t left Dean for minutes now, sensing something deeper behind the hunter’s silence. Dean hadn’t even looked at him since they returned from the hunt. Just went quiet. Shut down.

“Dean,” Cas said softly, taking a step forward. “Talk to me.”

Dean’s shoulders tensed. His fingers tightened. “I’m fine, Cas.”

“You’re not.”

A dry chuckle left Dean’s lips. “You’re annoyingly good at that now...reading me.”

Cas knelt in front of him, placing a hand gently on Dean’s knee. “I want to be good at this. With you.”

Dean finally looked at him, eyes guarded, jaw tight. But there was something else too. A longing. A plea he couldn’t speak aloud.

Cas didn’t push. He simply waited, patient and present. After a long pause, Dean exhaled, the breath shaky.

“I used to be proud of my body,” Dean muttered, voice barely above a whisper. “Back in the day. Before things got… messy.”

His eyes flicked down to his chest. A long gash from a wendigo ran down his left side. A jagged silver scar from a vampire’s blade just beneath his ribs. Old bullet wounds. Burns. Things time hadn’t healed, not completely.

“I look in the mirror now, and all I see is… damage. A map of everything I’ve screwed up. Everyone I couldn’t save.” His voice cracked. “I'm sorry. I know it’s stupid, but I don’t...I don’t want you to see me like this.”

Cas’s heart ached.

“Dean,” he said gently, voice low with reverence. “Every scar on your body is a story of survival. Of courage. Of love.”

Dean blinked, startled.

“You think I don’t see beauty in that?” Cas continued, slowly lifting a hand to trace a faint scar along Dean’s collarbone. “You fought for others. For good. These marks don’t make you less. They prove you’re still here. Still standing.”

Dean looked away, biting his lip.

“I’m not… used to being touched like that. Not gently,” he admitted. “I guess I forgot what it feels like. To just… be held. Wanted.”

Cas’s touch moved to his cheek, thumb brushing over his stubble. “You are wanted, Dean. You always have been. Not for some perfect version of yourself. But for you. All of you.”

Dean trembled under the weight of those words. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“You don’t have to know. Let me show you.”

Cas leaned in, slowly, letting Dean feel his breath, giving him every chance to pull away. But Dean didn’t. He leaned forward, closing the distance until their foreheads touched. A moment passed, just breathing each other in.

When their lips met, it was tentative, soft, and slow. No urgency, no hunger. Just presence. Just being. And for Dean, it was terrifying and healing all at once.

Cas’s hands settled on Dean’s hips, grounding him. One by one, he kissed over Dean’s scars, as if rewriting every painful memory with love. Dean’s eyes brimmed with tears, the kind he never let himself shed.

“Cas,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Why me?”

Cas pressed his forehead to Dean’s again. “Because you’re the brightest soul I’ve ever seen in all of creation. Because you keep fighting. Because no matter how broken you think you are, you love so fiercely it humbles me.”

Dean let out a shaky laugh that turned into a sob. He pressed himself against Cas, burying his face in his neck. “Don’t stop. Please.”

“I won’t,” Cas murmured, wrapping his arms around Dean’s body like he was holding something sacred. “Not ever.”

That night, Dean didn’t flinch from touch. He didn’t hide. He let Cas see him...all of him. And in that quiet, fragile moment, something inside him began to heal.

The morning sun slipped through the cheap motel blinds in thin golden stripes, casting a warm glow across the bed where Castiel lay sleeping...peaceful. For once, the tension in his brow smoothed, lips slightly parted.

Dean stood in the doorway for a moment, still shirtless in his flannel pajama pants, just watching him. The sight tugged something deep in Dean’s chest, something soft and unfamiliar. Something he was still getting used to.

He’d woken up earlier than usual. Not because of nightmares. Not because of a hunt. Just… because he wanted to do something for Cas.

Something normal.

So he padded into the tiny kitchenette, trying not to make the floorboards creak too much. The smell of coffee was already filling the room. Dark roast, the way Cas had learned to like it, and he got to work on the rest. Eggs, toast, and a couple of slices of bacon. He even sliced up an apple and arranged it like a damn Pinterest post.

He wanted it to be good. He wanted to be good...for Cas.

Dean was so focused on flipping the eggs just right that he didn’t hear the footsteps behind him.

“You’re up early,” came that deep, familiar voice, rough with sleep.

Dean glanced over his shoulder and smiled. Cas stood in the doorway, shirtless, hair a wild mess of bedhead, looking like something out of a dream. The sheets were wrapped haphazardly around his waist, and there was a sleepy warmth in his eyes that made Dean’s knees a little weak.

“Yeah, well,” Dean said, trying to sound casual, though the pink rising in his ears gave him away. “Figured I’d surprise you.”

Cas stepped into the room, eyes trailing over the scene. Dean barefoot at the stove, early sunlight hitting the side of his face, soft music playing from Dean’s phone speaker. He moved behind Dean and wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his chin on his shoulder.

Dean stiffened for a split second, still adjusting to being touched like this, but then melted into it.

“You’re the surprise,” Cas murmured.

Dean chuckled. “Corny as hell, Cas.”

“You love it.”

Dean leaned back just a little, feeling Cas’s chest warm against his back. “Yeah. I do.”

They stayed like that for a moment, quiet and still, the only sounds the gentle sizzle of eggs and the hum of the heater kicking on.

“I never had this,” Dean said softly, flipping the eggs one last time. “A morning where it wasn’t all guns and blood and getting out the door before sunrise.”

Cas pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “You deserve a hundred mornings like this.”

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat and turned in Cas’s arms, wrapping his around Cas’s back. They stood there, holding each other in the soft quiet of a motel morning. No danger. No monsters. Just warmth.

“I know I’m still figuring all this out,” Dean whispered against Cas’s temple. “But I want to try. With you.”

Cas looked up at him, blue eyes shining in the early light. “We’ll figure it out together.”

Dean leaned in and kissed him... gently, unhurried before whispering, “Breakfast’s ready.”

They ate side by side on the motel bed, legs touching, plates balanced on their knees. Dean made fun of Cas for eating his toast with a fork. Cas teased Dean for how serious he’d looked arranging the apple slices.

And for once, Dean didn’t feel like a hunter or a soldier.

He just felt loved.

[muxshwriting]

bite the hand

charles leclerc x teammate!reader

summary: ferrari is draining you of everything you once loved about racing and you're tired of fighting a losing battle for respect, for your place, for peace || warnings: shitty team, ferrari hating || word count: 1239 || masterlist

You sat still in the car, helmet still on, refusing to move. Not yet. Not like this. A shadow dropped into your line of sight.

“Well done, kid. You did good.” Lewis. Kneeling beside your car, helmet under one arm, voice gentler than you expected.

“Doesn’t really feel like it,” you muttered.

“I know.”

That was enough. He helped you out, walked you back to the Ferrari garage in silence. You hated that silence. It was loud, full of everything you hadn’t said. The garage was half-empty, no one looking for you, all celebrating Charles’s podium.

You were happy for him, you really were. But you couldn't face the crowd, not when it felt like the walls were caving in. All you wanted was to disappear, curl up at home, trash TV on in the background, junk food in your lap, dog curled beside you. A version of peace. Everything was too much.

“I don’t know what I did to make everyone hate me so much,” you whispered once, voice cracking. “I’m trying. Every day. So I don’t hate myself too. And the worst part is... I don’t know how to fix it.”

You wouldn’t let anyone see you cry. If they saw the tears, they’d see the weakness. And if they saw the weakness, they’d exploit it. That was the rule. That had always been the rule. There was no changing reality.

Maybe you weren’t built for this. Maybe you weren’t the future of Formula 1. Maybe they were right.

You weren’t a star. You weren’t special. You were a cautionary tale, a headline, a one-season experiment already wearing thin. Your dreams were dying. And it hurt to admit that maybe some of them couldn’t be revived. You sat alone at the back of the paddock, knees to your chest, and tried to convince yourself you weren’t falling apart. The wind cut through your race suit, sharp against your skin. This didn’t feel like home anymore.

Racing used to be the dream. Now it was just survival. Race wins weren't in the cards for you, a world championship was out of the question. Crashes, bruises, disappointment and dread was all you could look forward to now. That was it.

This was it.

You felt like the loneliest person in the world at this moment. Everyone else was separated from you, looking down on you from their towers of safety and comfort. The track was the quietest place on earth. Sound refused to penetrate the bubble you had built for herself. The wind was cold against your skin, raising goose bumps to the surface. It was uncomfortable, it was harsh. You came to the hard realisation: racing was no longer home. It wasn't the welcome escape from real life. It was a chore, your job, your only merit.

Charles always did his best to support you in every way that he could but not even he could solve this problem. He could see the blatent favouritism that his team showed him whilst ignoring your struggles and your accomplishments.

"I think maybe it's my time to go."

Your lying in his arms, blinking away the tiredness of the day with bleary eyes.

"Go?" Charles asked slowly. "It's only half way through the season."

"And I'll stick it out until the end but I have to go somewhere else. I need to leave Charles. I can't stay here."

Charles sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Where will you go?"

"I don't know." You shrug. "I don't think I'm going to get a seat anywhere else. The only reason I got this one was because of PR, and everyone knew it was temporary.”

“There are still teams without confirmed line-ups - ”

“They won’t pick me,” you said. “I’m not worth the risk. Remember what they called me when I started? The FIA’s experiment. I’m not a safe investment. I come with politics, headlines, ‘controversy.’ I’m not just a driver to them.”

“That’s bullshit,” Charles snapped. “You’re one of the best drivers I’ve ever raced with.”

You smiled softly at that, but it didn’t stick. “Doesn’t matter if I am. Not in this world.”

Silence again. You turned your attention to the rings on your fingers, twisting them round and round.

"So that's it?"

Charles perked up suddenly. “What about Red Bull? If Checo’s out, that’s a seat.”

You laughed. “Be serious.”

You shrug again. "Maybe. Maybe that's all my career was supposed to be. A couple years at the top, magazine covers, interviews, showing the world it could be done and then being cast aside by the sport and relegated to another name on the page of a history book."

"But you could do so much more than that!"

"I know!" You sigh. "And that's the worst part."

At the next race, you have to keep your head up, keep your eyes forward and ignore all the stares and the judgement and the rumours. But then qualifying flips the world upside down and you find the hugs and support from the team after a good result. It's like trying to argue with a coin that won't stop spinning, two completely different versions.

During the race, everything that could go wrong, does. First lap, first corner, someone clips a back tyre and spins you out, landing you at the very back of the pack. Then, just as you've crawled and carved yourself back into the points, the car gives up, it breaks completely and gives you no other option but to retire from the race.

And when it all came crashing down again, you found him by your side. Like always. “I couldn’t leave you alone like this,” Charles murmured, slipping into the seat beside you in the motorhome.

You didn’t move away.

“Even if you despise me, I’d still be here.”

“I don't hate you,” you whispered. “I hate the team. Big difference.”

A wet, humorless laugh escaped your lips. “It’s not supposed to be like this.”

He nodded, reaching for your hand. “I know. But it is. And we keep going.”

And somehow, the warmth of his palm in yours made it feel like you could keep going, for now. They were content to sit there and watch the time go by until someone really needed them and were more than happy to spend their time next to one another. A loud noise startled you and made you hold his hand tighter.

“You ready?” He whispered quietly.

“Almost.”

Charles didn’t reply. Instead he turned your palm up to face his and carefully traced his fingers over every line. “You can do it.”

Charles held you closer after that. His arm always around your waist, his hand always finding yours when you needed grounding. He started noticing the digs, the dismissals, the cold shoulders from the garage. His smile at the factory grew tighter.

You didn’t have to say it. He saw it. And he hated it too. You were his teammate. His partner. His person. And he was starting to understand why you wanted to run. Because when you love someone, and the world breaks them, you start to want to bite back. Even if it means biting the hand that once fed you.

The decision was final, and at the end of the year, you were getting as far away from this sport and this godforsaken team as you possibly could. It didn't deserve your time when it only rewarded you with pain.

But there was still one unknown, and Charles was steadily starting to feel the same way as you once did.

[formulafanfics13]

Hear me out! Make up sex with Pato O'ward!

You Always Come Back to Me - Pato O'Ward 🔥

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Summary: After a brutal fight with Pato O’Ward, the reader sits alone in the hallway, heartbroken and afraid he won’t come back. But he does — crashing back into her life with knees on the floor, apologies in his throat, and a desperate need to prove he’s still hers. What follows is a feral, emotionally charged reconciliation that fuses pain with pleasure, love with ruin, and lust with longing, right there on the hardwood floor where it all shattered.

Warning: Explicit sexual content including oral sex (f receiving), rough hallway sex, clothing partially removed, desperation kink, emotionally intense confrontation and reconciliation, fighting within romantic dynamics, themes of abandonment fear, possessiveness, and soft angst with rough makeup sex. Some aggressive language and depictions of emotional volatility.

The door slammed three hours ago. You told yourself not to wait. Not to sit there like some desperate, shaking, heartbroken girl with mascara under her eyes and a wine glass in her hand. You told yourself to delete the texts. To shower. To sleep. To forget.

But you didn’t. You just sat there. Back pressed to the hallway wall. Bare legs curled up beneath you. Wine untouched. Phone dark. Heart fucking feral. Because fighting with Pato O’Ward wasn’t like fighting with anyone else.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t cruel. It was fast. Quick, chaotic heat. Raised voices. One wrong word spiraling into five more. A slammed drawer. A snapped insult. A flash of fear in his eyes that always made your stomach twist.

And then silence. Painful, guilty silence.

Followed by his retreat, grabbing his keys, his hoodie, his rage and walking out the door like the floor wasn’t shaking beneath him.

And you let him go. Every time. Because he needed it. The space. The storm. The silence. But that didn’t make it easier. Not tonight.

Tonight it felt like the end.

Your fingers gripped your glass too tightly. Your eyes burned. Your body ached for a touch that had been gone for hours. You could still feel his last words ringing in your bones.

You don’t fucking get it. You don’t trust me. You think I’m gonna run.

You did. Because you always believed he would. Because loving Pato felt like trying to hold onto lightning. Too fast. Too hot. Too big.

He always came back. But tonight? You weren’t so sure. Until you heard it. The lock. Click.

You didn’t move. The door opened. Then closed. Slowly. He didn’t say your name. Didn’t even walk down the hall. He just stood in the entryway like he was trying to decide whether he belonged here. Like the version of him that had left was still fighting the one who had come back.

You didn’t speak. And then, “I was halfway home.” His voice was hoarse. “I got to the lights by the gas station.”

You still didn’t speak. Pato exhaled sharply. “And all I could think about was you sitting on the fucking floor.”

You stared at the wall in front of you, heart hammering. He walked down the hall. Slow. Careful. Like you were something holy.

When he finally reached you, he didn’t sit. Didn’t crouch. He dropped. Right to his knees. Right in front of you. His hoodie was half unzipped, hair a mess, face flushed from the cold. His eyes were wild. Wet. A storm barely contained.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry for yelling.”

You swallowed hard. “I’m sorry for not trusting you.”

“I always come back.”

“I know.”

“I always will.”

“I know.”

His fingers touched your knees. Bare. Trembling. You let him. You didn’t move when his hands slid higher, over the soft skin of your thighs, until he was pressing his forehead to your shoulder and breathing like it was the only thing tethering him to earth. “I hate fighting with you,” he whispered.

“I know.”

“I hate walking away.”

“I know.”

He looked up. Then kissed you. It was sharp. Desperate. All teeth and apologies and god, need. His hands gripped your thighs like he was trying to anchor himself. Your wine glass rolled away, forgotten, glass clinking against the floorboards. His tongue tasted like regret. Like gasoline. Like the kind of boy who ruins you and then kneels to pray over the damage.

You let him. You let him rip your shirt.

Let him push your bra down, teeth grazing your nipples, breath coming in broken, ragged gasps. Your head fell back against the wall with a thud as his mouth moved lower, across your ribs, your stomach, dragging your shorts down and yanking your panties with them.

He didn’t say anything when he kissed your thigh. Didn’t ask permission. Just buried his face between your legs and fucking devoured you like he’d starve otherwise. Your cry echoed through the hallway.

His grip on your hips was vicious, he wasn’t letting you go. Not again. Not even for a second. His mouth was messy. Loud. Filthy. Sucking, licking, groaning like the taste of you was oxygen. You came so hard your body locked up and your vision whited out.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t fucking stop. He just kissed your cunt like he was grateful. Like this was how he said sorry. Like this was the only way he could.

When you came again, shattered, gasping, begging, he finally looked up. Mouth wet. Chin shining. “Say you love me,” he whispered.

“I love you.”

“Say you forgive me.”

“I forgive you.”

“Say you’ll fight with me again if it means I get to fuck you like this after.”

You laughed. Breathless. “Always.”

He fucked you right there in the hallway. He didn’t take off his hoodie. Didn’t even push your shirt all the way off. Just pulled your legs around his waist and shoved inside you like he belonged there. Because he did.

You were still soaked from his mouth. Still pulsing. Still fucking high from the sound of your name against his tongue.

He held your face when he fucked you. Pressed your foreheads together. Kissed you through it. Thrust after thrust, deep and brutal and perfect. Every slam of his hips an apology. Every moan a confession. Every sound you made carved into his skin.

“I love you,” he kept whispering. “I love you. I love you.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair. Your thighs gripped his waist. Your nails raked down his back and he groaned like it hurt and felt good at the same time.

You came with his name on your lips. He came after. Deep inside. Spilling everything he couldn’t say into your body like that was where it belonged. And then he collapsed on top of you.

Both of you panting. Wrecked. Still holding on.

“I don’t want to fight again,” he whispered against your neck.

“You will.”

“I will.”

“But you’ll come back.”

“Always.”

You kissed him. Soft this time. Because the storm had passed. And your boy had come home.

[lagooneah]

I need you to listen and I need you to listen right now.

Romeo (yes Romeo, I'm a flexible woman) would be such a sweet and gentle partner.

But like, a different kind of gentle than how I write P.

I imagine Romeo to be very in tune with his emotions, and extremely in tune with others emotions also. He can sense the slightest tone shift, the tiniest change in expression...

He also knows how to communicate very well, it could be because of him acting as a 'big brother' to a lot of the younger children at the Monad Charity House that he's like this- or maybe it's because he's craved a family of his own so long that he has molded himself to be excellent at handling one- regardless, he knows how to handle people of ALL ages. It's almost uncanny how well he can switch from 'talking to an adult' to 'talking to a child' in seconds. With his partner in particular, I imagine he'd have little modes fit for whatever mood you're in- a code to 'you'- if you will. Most of the time he knows what he needs to say, knows how to say it- even if he isn't perfect and slips up, he makes up for it with how good he can communicate otherwise.

He's a very touchy person, but unless he knows that he can be that way, he won't. To the average stranger he's normal, not touching, hand shaking being the most. To Carlo? His best friend in the world? His near brother, or however you view it? He's all over him. Leaning himself on his shoulders, wrapping an arm over his shoulder, grabbing his hand or wrist to lead him somewhere... The list goes on. With you, he'd need to find and know every in and out of physical touch. How to touch you, when to touch you, if he can touch you, all of that. He'll likely make a little more mistakes with this than his words, but that's primarily because he just loves touch and being touched. He'll get there, don't worry.

He's such a sweet talker, honestly, he knows how to flirt and he knows how to be playful. He just knows how to push any and all buttons. He's totally the type to have a thousand pet names for his partner, he has pet names for everyone he loves honestly, I.e...

Carlo - "Lo", "Lolo", "C", "Carly", "Shorty" (I headcanon Romeo being like 6"2 and Carlo being 5"7/8) "Brother", "Baby Brother", "Bro"

Rosaura - "Rose", "Ro", "Roro", "Rosie", "Little Lady", "Missy", "Sweetie", "Sweetie Girl", "Rosie Girl"

Lea - "Lady Lea", "Lele", "Lady Rose", "Miss Florence" (after he learns that she doesn't like being referred to as 'Monad')

Etc, etc.

Romeo would find very specific nicknames pertaining to you and only you. Shorter versions of your name, different pronunciations of your name, pet names both respectful and teasing. He's got so many, too many, and he uses them all interchangeably, his only favorites are your favorites.

A more negative trait of his is how he thinks he can take care of everything himself- he doesn't want people to worry about him. He wants to take care of everything for you, which makes him a little overbearing oftentimes. He means well, really, but he gets a little much when instead of talking it out and going through it together he just tries to have it done. It leads to a bit of butting heads, but after a few talks he gets a little better, not completely though, he's always a little much.

Oh and by the way, he's totally the pretty boy of the Monad Charity House. I don't make the rules. (I am)

Anyways...

Romeo is beautiful and sweet and I'm having a weird mini obsession with him because he's just so sweetness and I love him and he deserved better.

[sonnet009games]

Okay, this is random, but after letting the latest chapter "marinate" in my head for a few days, I thought of two things and one question.

First one is that I feel like a bullet was dodged on my playthrough, since the whole thing with Ted in the dream was about my MC's fear of abandonment. Which obviously was heartbreaking for the true Ted but... I later realized the alternative could have been resentment, and I can't even imagine how that one would break Ted. And THEN I read a comment on itch and the person was talking about a confession, and I came to the realization that a MC who has romantic feelings for Ted could probably go that way too, and that's almost even worse in a way.

Second one is more positive... I yet again think about the beauty of the fact in chapter 1 the MC can think, unpon seeing Flea for the first time, that he's "nothing special", and in chapter 7 when he's actually in his true form, the MC can tell him he's beautiful. I really love the possible evolution in the detective's perception of Flea, even just physically. Allows me to really roleplay my MC as "feelings come before attraction" - or rather, "attraction comes FROM feelings". I'm just a bit crazy about it

As for the question... So, for a clarification before I actually ask - during the nightmare, I had that interesting sequence of events after Ted was safely out, where my MC went back for Flea cause he'd never leave him, and told him he'd never go without him and begged him to stay strong and so on, which worked to spur Flea to try again and actually escape. But then during the escape, I picked all of the choices to make my MC react to the bogey's words and truly be affected by them (which is consistent with how I've played my MC up to that point, when it comes to self-perception and so on). That had Flea come back to him which led to it being his turn to try and motivate my detective into getting back up and making a last effort, telling him he was so strong up until now and not to give up now, then when that didn't work proceeded to tell him he'll stay here with him then, which in turn had the detective moving. First things first, I LOVE that sequence of events and I'm so glad I picked the "bad answers" during the escape. But what I'm wondering is... what went through Flea's head at that moment, when after all of that - after all that happened up until this point, not only in the nightmare - the detective reaches that "breaking point" where they give up because they think it's better for everyone?

Yeah, everyone seems pretty upset with the alternate Ted scene. ^^; Success! I mean, the hope was that every version of that scene would be pretty devastating...

I love that you're calling back to that moment in Chapter 1! What a long way these two have come.

To answer your question, I think Flea probably didn't really dwell on the full implications of the detective nearly giving up until later, when they were both safe and recovering at home. It's got to be a very heavy thing to sit with, huh? And how do you even address it? Do you even need to, now the immediate danger is over? Isn't it better to just let it go and try not to think about it too much? I imagine that's what's going through Flea's head.

[majorproblems77]

It’s your B-day weekend?!? I’m so happy for you happy birthday!!

I understand the game, but I’ll give you an option. I’ll give you two things that are names and words and you pick which one you want to do as the name and word.

They are; Twilight and Wild

Look forward to seeing what you make!

Thank you! :D

Oh a challenge! I take your challenge and go sure!

Twilight and Wild.

Sometimes he didn't understand his Cub. which was saying something considering he spent half of his time watching them from the shadows as his wolf form.

Twilight was just entering the horizon to make way for the shadow of night as he sulked his way through the brush. It was untamed, and Wild. Unattended in this part of the forest.

Wild had tasked him with one very easy task. Catch enough food for dinner for a group of nine heroes.

How hard could that be?

Very hard.

Some could only eat white meat, some only red. some didn't eat meat at all and all of them could be sick if not given the right food. And food poisoning was a large concern in a group this large. It could shut them down for several days if they weren't careful.

And so, in a world they didn't know. They would send him to find something for them all.

He had found a small deer and some berries. Now came Bird.

"How's it getting on Wolfie?" A voice from behind him caused him to turn around.

Wild.

"Hey bud, You found something?" He inspected the slate attached to the wolf. "Oh wow! This is great! I think this will work for everyone we should head back."

He gave a low huff. He didn't have anything for the skyloftian yet.

"Ohhh..." Wild paused. "It's okay I've got something he can eat!" Wild smiled. Clipping the slate to his hip. "The others are getting worried that Twilight's been gone while."

He gave a huff. but nodded his head once. Before walking in the direction that Wild had come from.

Wild probably had something in mind.

[kandicon]

Okay I need to write something abt Ivy's brain overheating n starting to cook her head bc it overworks and there's no way there's enough space in her super computer brain for an efficient cooling system combined with Tim involuntarily salivating and feeling hungry when he smells burning flesh as a hold over from eating corpses during the Moon War. This is no longer a want it is a need.

[tacagen]

OKAY MY NEWFOUND AGENT BISHOP TMNT AUDIENCE. ANY THOUGHTS ON WHY THERE ARE

two of them?????

[hallowed-somnolence]

too much techincal stuff i dont understand my head hurts orz

[arcade-confetti]

Theyre going to think I like canon and purely canon if I keep going on like this

[echoesofadream]

Actually what do I study if I am kind of a little bit a stem-girlie but also really definitely not. And I like psychology, religion, languages and linguistics, cultural anthropology/ethnography. Like maths (algebraic, bad at numbers), abhor statistics, like physics (but really bad at a lot of it), dislike chemistry, is okay with biology but not extremely passionate about it quite lukewarm really though medicine is my favorite aspect of it and i kind of like it. Well?