#In the eyes

[once-more-with-anxiety]

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[phainonn]

now why is ifa khaenri'ahn

[fandom-is-my-game]

Just Imagine...

A snow storm illuminates the New York City apartment, a continuous twilight through the night. A large fireplace brings a soft orange glow further into the space.

Loki lays on a large velvet couch reading by the fire light. Amael enjoys some spiced tea while taking in the relaxation, serenity.

Buzzing permeates the air, turns into whining, groaning. Growing louder. Ends in a thud. Stillness. But now accompanied by a blue glow.

"Better get the log," Amael says to the warm silence. Loki hums his agreement, not looking up.

Amael rummages through a side cabinet while someone exits the blue box now occupying the dining area.

"Hello," says an equally jovial and solemn voice. A familiar voice.

"Oh, gods, I thought I would never see this face again," Amael says relieved and ecstatic, bounding towards the Doctor for a hug.

He embraces her warmly for several seconds. As Amael steps back still grasping his arms, she notices a fondness in his eyes.

(..those eyes..)

"Your eyes have seen more, but your face…" she breaks off confused.

"You have regenerated. Many times," Loki says simply after a pause, now standing a few paces away.

"Yes," says the Doctor, finally walking over to give him a hug as well.

Amael continues to stare, theories being solidified slowly in her mind.

"Never remembering my past," the Doctor starts suddenly, talking quickly. "Uncertain always, but hopeful. It is why you accepted me as one of you; an Immortal. But I am not close to what I imagined. Possibilities all twisting, turning. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle--" the Doctor, formerly pacing, slumps casually into a fire-side chair.

There is a wisdom about him. Same face but (…those eyes….) he has seen leagues of life; the dark areas that most only have terrors about before dying. Sitting with him, Amael takes his hand and he warmly accepts.

"I am not Gallifreyan," he says with sadness yet relief in his face. "I have seen horrors, lost countless people, ran from a past I never knew. All to have the universe spit back to say 'You'll never know,'" he finishes with a snarl, tears creeping into his deep eyes.

"Why this face?" Amael asks after a few moments.

He looks distant and lost, but clutches Amael's hand firmer. She gives him another hug, loving and filled with a thousand years of words.

"I think," she begins, breaking away carefully, "this is your true face. And I see in your eyes the belief in who--what--you truly are."

The Doctor takes a sudden, emotional gasping breath. He looks terrified; begging for answers but not wanting the truth. Loki squeezes the Doctor's shoulder as he goes to the kitchen for a swallow of mead.

"What if," the Doctor begins quietly through tears, "I don't like what I am; who I'm supposed to be?"

Amael ruffles his hair softly, placing her hand lightly on his neck. Focusing on his ancient eyes, she says boldly, "You are, and have always been, what you choose to be."

He smiles through his tears, saying confidently, "I have had an uncanny feeling that I am celestial."

With those words, Amael is overcome be memories, conversations. Images coming at impossible speeds, yet seeing them all in detail. Those words from this face, looking into these familiar eyes.

Loki, now resting against a chair arm adjacent to Amael, sees her expression and asks with concern and curiosity, "Love, you look as though you know something?"

(…it is alright, dear…)

"Doctor, in Early Enochian, means Life. You are the Angel of Existence," Amael says this as if she has known all along. "Burdened with life," she continues, "unlike any celestial. Suffering endless faces to better understand the pain of the universe; to help guide existence to its joy. A deranged Chuck left you all alone at the bottom of that spire."

All of this tumbling forth as though from a daydream, but solidified to reality with each breath.

The moment stands still as though caught on a wire in the void. Quick spurts of emotion cross the Doctor's face. Amael sits, shocked from her words. Loki's expression is empty, but passes in a moment. He clears his throat and gives a soft, reassuring smile, but, all the while, nervously twisting his hands.

Excusing himself to the library, the Doctor swiftly rises and strides away. Loki gathers your tea cup and his book, lingering a moment over the logbook filled with dates, memories.

"I will write this down; I need to," Amael says, slightly shaking hand picking up the book from the side table. Loki takes her other hand and kisses it gently.

"I will be drawing myself a bath, if you need anything, darling," he says warmly.

Loki, too, strides away, leaving Amael to process lost thoughts. Beginning to write his face and events in the firelight, she wonders if paradoxes matter anymore; wondering what else Chuck took from her.

[sapphosboy]

I MET MISHA COLLINS TODAY??????

[screbel]

dearest followers I had my eyes lasered out and shall resume sillyposting once I can read again because rn I'm literally not able to & I'm just guessing and hoping and praying this is readable

[alleesaur]

creature

[hebanaseif]

Hello 👋

Please take a moment to read my story.

I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.

We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.

Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, but it too Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.

If we stay in Gaza, we might lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza for a safe place. However, travel costs are extremely high. We need over $50,000 to leave Gaza. Due to exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, lack of security, the ongoing siege, and relentless bombardment, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity, with constant shelling and shrapnel flying above us? Dear compassionate friends around the world,

With your generous donations, even if small, you can save 7 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza filled with love, peace, and hope.

With my warmest regards from the city of Gaza,

Heba Al-Dahdouh.

[texaschainsawmascara]

links to the donations mentioned

https://unrwa.org/

https://www.instagram.com/gazamutualaid

https://campusbailfunds.com

[nuroful]

[sadclowncentral]

shoutout to the guy who after unsuccessfully hitting on my sister and being politely declined asked her "is it okay if i ask your brother instead" and when she said yes gave me a long and searching look before sighing and going "no. i am not drunk enough to go for a dude. but you look like an angel" happy bisexual pride to this man and this man only. hope you figure it out soon king

[duckysprouts]

i need everyone to understand the poetry of curly turning a blind eye to anya’s suffering only to be robbed of his autonomy and voice as she was and then forced to observe jimmy’s crimes and the abuse of his own body

[dzknik]

fellas is it gay to cover my entire house with imagery of my muse, the centre of my life, the sun in my galaxy

[captainjonnitkessler]

>Join a union

>Hear people constantly complaining that the current union leadership is super corrupt, it's all just the same ten guys making all the decisions in secret and nobody else in the union ever gets to know what's going on

>Go to the monthly union meetings that are completely open to all 1200 union members

>The only attendees are the same ten guys every month, giving detailed reports about everything that's going on

[ak-nm]

[k-eke]

La creatura.