#Lillie Tyler

[gryfflepuffinthetardis]

Second Prologue: January First, 2005

Warning: TenRose Feels Gifs, If you love TenRose as much as I do, the gifs may break your heart, Spoilers for The End of Time, TenLillie Feels or whatever their ship name would be.

January first, 2005, two months and four days before Lillie and Rose Tyler meet the Ninth Doctor

Au Revoir — French — Goodbye until we meet again.

"My soul feels reborn each time I see you; falling in love with you again and again."

Lillie Tyler, Rose Tyler, and Jackie Tyler walked through the streets of the Powell Estate in the freezing cold.

"I'm late now. I've missed it. It's midnight. Mickey's going to be calling me everything. This is your fault." Rose blamed.

"No, it's not. It's Jimbo. He said he was going to give us a lift, then he said his axle broke. I can't help it." Jackie denied.

"Get rid of him, Mum. He's useless." Lillie groaned.

"Listen to you two, with a mechanic and no boyfriend." Lillie looked at her mother with a look just as sarcastic as her words would be, like, Thank you for that. 

Lillie’s ex had recently ended their relationship when an internship arose and the end of relationship was mutual but it didn’t make Lillie feel any better despite the smile she had kept on her face during their talks and when she was around everyone else. She had kept the relationship secret from everyone in her life, well, almost everyone, there was that very handsome, charming dark-haired man in the military coat and the American accent.

She thought he was just a stranger, but in his point of view, he knew her very well. She had seen a twinkle in his blue eyes, but he was so kind and understanding when he sat down next to her on the bench and they had a lovely chat about the social expectations of the early 2000s and the rights people should have to be themselves. He was funny, kind, encouraging, and supportive, even though to her, he was a total stranger. It was almost like he was from another era, where the rules were different and people were less judgemental and people could be who they wanted to be without fear.

"Be fair, though. My time of life I'm not going to do much better." Jackie added.

"Don't be like that. You never know. There could be someone out there." Rose encouraged her mother.

"Maybe, one day.” Jackie mused.

"Mum, you're only thirty-seven." Lillie said.

Rose turned to her curly-haired brunette sister, "And they'll be someone out there for you."

"Oh yeah, boys are lining up to date the crazy tomboy with weird dreams, violent and rebellious tendencies, and a criminal record,." Lillie scoffed, sarcastically.

"Closed criminal record." Jackie reminded her as when Lillie did the things she did, ultimately for the greater good of others but got her in trouble, she seemed to have an anomonous guardian angel who kept her record closed and from getting her into any major trouble. They had always brushed it off as privileges due to her genius.

"Hey." Rose said with the gentle sternness of an encouraging older sister, "One day, you'll meet your perfect guy."

"What did you always say?" Rose asked and recalled her sister's list, "A mischivious renegade who was moral, stubborn yet kind. Loyal, unpredictable, empathetic, kind, understanding, witty, funny, and cheeky. Oh, yeah, with great hair."

Lillie crossed her arms and blushed, looking down.

Lillie smiled, softly but she doubted it. She wasn't the kind of girl guys dated. Just the kind they would get intimidated by. She had always been boyish in personality and clothing. She wasn't exactly the kind of girl guys were lining up to date; she was more the kind who you almost forgot was a girl at all.

If you were to ask her what her perfect guy was, she would say someone who was rebellious yet moral. Someone who was stubborn in his beliefs of compassion and free will, someone who was unpredictable yet loyal, someone who was mischievous yet empathetic and understanding. She wanted someone who was brutal yet kind, someone who was funny in a witty, cheeky kind of way. Someone who was broken in a way that it made him so kind that he fought to keep others from feeling pain like the kind he does. Most importantly, someone who could be both her best friend and look at her with such love, like he had seen and loved the universe with all its stars, planets, and beauty and like he had seen and loved her, and ultimately, the universe couldn’t compare to her as she had more beautiful galaxies in her than the whole of the universe. Appearance-wise? Ideally, someone with great hair and a brilliant smile.

Sometimes when she thought this, she felt as if she were describing someone she had once met yet at the same time she didn’t know yet, not knowing that that very somebody was watching her from the shadows, looking at her with absolute certainty that nothing in the universe compared to her angelic and classic beauty.

Happy New Year." Jackie told her daughters.

"Happy New Year!" They said in unison, and they all embraced.

"Don't stay out all night." Rose told their mother.

"Try and stop me." Jackie said, "Look after your sister!"

"I'm not a child!" Lillie exclaimed, indignantly as Rose gave her mother a look like, I always do.

"And get her inside. You know how quickly she gets sick from the cold!"

Jackie walked in a different direction than her two daughters, as her youngest blushed, unaware of a man who would be very important to them in just two months and four days was watching from the shadows, with a different face than the one they'll meet.

He grunted in pain, bringing their attention to him.

"You all right, mate?" Lillie asked, kindly, laying her warm blue eyes upon him. Something about him was... almost familiar...

Her memory briefly flashed back to that bizarre man she had met five years ago.

"Yeah." He lied. He was dying but he had to say goodbye. To these girls. His girls. His best girls.

"Too much to drink?" Rose asked.

"Something like that." He nodded.

"Maybe it's time you went home." Lillie suggested with a head tilt. "Don't think your loved ones would appreciate you out in this cold."

"Yeah." He nodded, knowing that if she remembered, she'd smack him and shout at him to get into his Tardis. "You too. Listen to your mother, you don't want to get sick. You're starting to look a bit nippy." He gestured to her burning cheeks and red nose from the cold.

"Anyway, Happy New Year." Lillie smiled.

"And you two as well." The sisters went to walk back home when he spoke again, "What year is this?"

"Blimey, how much have you had?" Lillie laughed as she brushed her hair out of her face, her laugh was still the most beautiful sound he ever heard, even more than the sound of the Tardis.

“Well,” He said, tilting his head.

"Two-thousand-and-five. January the first." She said.

"Two-thousand-and-five." His words carried a kind of weight that Lillie picked up but couldn't tell why. He couldn't tell her how much he loved her because he was a stranger to her. That was the most painful thing, even more painful than the radiation poisoning and killing his body. His words would mean nothing to the girl that meant everything to him. So instead he said his last goodbye. "Tell you what. I bet you're going to have a really great year. The both of you." He nodded at Rose.

"Yeah?" Lillie smiled that beautiful smile of hers, the sisters saying their first hello and he returned a smile as he just barely kept himself together from the radiation poisoning his body and heartbreak wracking through his double-hearted body. "Well, Au-Revoir."

The man smiled with both his hearts breaking as the two girls, the two very important girls to him ran off back to their home, two months before they would officially meet him back when he had big ears and wore a leather jacket.

"Goodbye, Rose Tyler. Goodbye, Lillie Tyler. Goodbye, Supernova." He said, his hearts hurting more at saying the name of who he would always consider his true love than the radiation that was killing him painfully.

It was his last day and the first of the Rose and Lillie/Nova’s... forever.

*I do not own these gifs. I just thought they were really beautiful yet heartbreaking, just describing the Tenth Doctor and his human love perfectly. Just imagine Rose in the gifs is Katherine Langford.*

[queenofwands89]

The Storm Within Tyler Owens x fem!reader

Summary: What dramatic turn of events unfolds when Y/N storms off after an argument with Tyler, only to face the fury of a tornado that strikes their town and leaves Y/N injured?

Warnings: Tornado (duh lol), angst, arguing, mention of injuries, description of injuries, sad.

Notes: I wrote this because I am a whore for Tyler, and I love angst and pain. Enjoy byeeee

You feel the tension build in the air long before Tyler raises his voice. It's the kind of unease that clings to the back of your mind, an ineffable sense that something is about to go terribly wrong. You stand in the spacious, cluttered garage that serves as the command center for Tyler's storm-chasing crew. The storm models flashing on the multiple screens show bleak promises of another monstrous storm front moving across Oklahoma.

It starts as a simple disagreement. Tyler is passionate—almost recklessly so—about chasing a particular storm cell that evening. You object, voicing your concerns about the jeopardy it poses not only to Tyler but also to the entire crew.

"You never listen, Tyler!" Your voice quavers, your frustration edging too close to the surface. Your heart hammers in your chest. "You treat this like it's some adventure, but it’s dangerous!"

Tyler rakes his fingers through his hair, his expression a mix of determination and exasperation. "It's because it is dangerous," he shoots back. "But we do this because it saves lives, Y/N. If we can predict these storms better, we can give people the time they need to get to safety."

"And what about us? What about the people who love you? Are we just collateral damage in your crusade?"

Boone, who has been editing footage on his laptop nearby, looks up, his usually cheerful face clouded with concern. Lilly and Dexter exchange worried glances, while Dani silently tinkers with a drone, her stoic demeanor betrayed by the slightest furrow of her brow.

"I can’t sit by and do nothing while you risk everything, Tyler!" Your eyes well up with tears that you fiercely try to blink away. "One day, you might not come back."

Tyler sighs heavily. He takes a step towards you, but you instinctively recoil, the hurt in your eyes deepening the chasm between you. "Y/N, you know I love you, but this—this is what I do. It’s who I am."

"Well, I can't do this right now," you say, your voice cracking. "I need to clear my head."

Without another word, you grab your coat and storm out of the garage, slamming the door behind you. The echo of the slam lingers, punctuating the silence that envelops the room.

Tyler turns back to his crew, realizing that the argument has sapped the collective energy and morale. Boone breaks the silence with his usual attempt at lightening the mood.

"She'll cool off, man. Just give her some time," he offers, though his eyes betray the uncertainty he feels.

Lilly nods, her calm demeanor trying to instill a sense of reassurance. "Tyler, she just needs space. She loves you; that much is clear. Just let her process this."

Dexter, wiser and ever the emotional compass, adds softly, "Sometimes the best way to show love is to step back and let them come to terms with their fears on their own."

Tyler nods, although doubt gnaws at him. There is a sort of irony in chasing something as unpredictable as a tornado and yet being completely at a loss when it comes to matters of the heart.

You storm off down the gravel road, away from the storm-chasing headquarters. The expanses of Oklahoma stretch around you, vast and indifferent. You walk quickly, your thoughts a tumultuous whirl that rivals the storm brewing on the horizon.

Before long, a low rumble of thunder echoes in the distance. Your instincts tell you to seek shelter, but you are too consumed by your emotions to heed the warnings. Your phone buzzes, probably Jake checking in with you, but you ignore it.

As minutes turn to an hour, the sky darkens ominously, the oppressive weight of the storm hanging palpably in the air. You look up just as the first sharp gust of wind howls past you, sending a chill down your spine.

Your phone rings again. This time, you pick it up. It is Tyler.

"Y/N, you need to get back here. Now! There's an strom projected to hit our area. It's not safe out there!"

Before you can respond, the roar of the wind drowns out his voice. In the distance, a wall of debris begins to rise—terrifying in its beauty and formidable in its power. You feel a jolt of fear as you realize the windstorm is bearing down on you.

Panic-stricken, you try to find cover, but there is nowhere to go. The winds intensify, whipping your hair across your face and pulling at your clothes. In a desperate attempt to hold onto something, anything, you grab onto a nearby fence post as the monstrous tornado descends upon the town.

Back at the garage, the team is glued to their screens, tracking the terrifying path of the cyclone. Tyler's eyes are wide with dread, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"We need to go find her!" he shouts, his voice breaking with worry as he lunges toward the door.

Dexter and Boone spring into action, their grips tight on his arms, holding him back with all their strength. "Tyler, we will find her," Dexter insists, his voice steady yet intense. "But rushing headfirst into this will only get us all killed. We need a plan."

Tyler struggles against their hold, desperation etched into every line of his face. "You don't understand! She’s out there, and every second counts!"

Lilly's eyes mirror his fear but she nods in agreement with Dexter. "He's right, Tyler. We have to be smart about this."

Dani is already at the armored storm-chasing vehicle, her fingers flying over the controls as she starts the engine. "Let's go," she commands, her voice a beacon of resolve amidst the chaos.

The ride out is like plunging into a nightmare. The town around them is unrecognizable—a hellscape of uprooted trees, shattered windows, and debris swirling in the violent wind. The roar of the storm is deafening, a monstrous wall of sound that seems intent on swallowing them whole.

Every turn is fraught with danger, every street a potential deathtrap. The armored vehicle groans under the force of the gale, but it presses onward, cutting a determined path through the destruction.

Tyler's eyes scan the devastation, his heart pounding, every fiber of his being focused on one thing: finding you. The storm's fury lashes at them, but their resolve is unbreakable. They are driven by a singular, desperate hope—to bring you back alive.

As the harrowing storm begins to relent, the world around you is a landscape of devastation. The monstrous tornado has passed, leaving behind a chaotic aftermath. The team ventures deeper into the wreckage, eyes scanning anxiously for any sign of you.

Then they see you. Crumpled on the ground, clutching a fence post as though it’s the only thing tethering you to life, you lie unconscious, battered by the storm’s fury. Debris is scattered all around, a haunting testament to the storm's wrath. Tyler's heart wrenches at the sight.

Without a second thought, he leaps out of the vehicle, ignoring the stinging wind and flying debris that tug at his clothes and batter his body. "No, no, no," he mutters under his breath, sprinting towards you with a singular focus.

"Y/N!" he cries out, his voice breaking as he nears you. The sound barely cuts through the howl of the wind. He kneels beside you, wrapping his arms around your frail form, shielding you from the remnants of the storm. "Please, Y/N. Wake up."

Boone, sitting in the driver’s seat, immediately jumps out of the vehicle as well. He turns to Lilly and Dexter, his expression serious and determined. "Lilly, grab the emergency blankets. Dexter, I need you to help get Y/N into the truck, now!"

Boone rushes over to Tyler, his mouth set in a grim line. "Tyler, move aside. We need to get her stabilized." He swiftly yet carefully checks your pulse and breathing. "She's still with us. We have to move quickly."

“Be careful!” Tyler shouts over the wind to the crew, his voice tinged with panic. “She’s hurt!”

They work with meticulous care, gently extricating you from the wreckage. Tyler's hands shake as he helps lift you, his mind a whirlwind of desperate prayers and fear.

Dani, standing nearby, fights back tears, her voice breaking as she says, "Hang in there, Y/N. We’re not losing you."

They rush you back to the relative safety of the vehicle, urgency in every step. The vehicle starts moving, navigating through the storm’s terrible wake with a singular mission: to get you to medical attention.

Tyler sits beside you, cradling your hand in his, his eyes never leaving your face. “Hang in there, Y/N,” he whispers, as though sheer willpower could keep you tethered to life. “We’re almost there. You’re going to be okay. I promise.”

The crew speeds through the chaotic aftermath, dodging fallen branches and uprooted signs. Dexter keeps a vigilant eye on the road, never slowing down. Lilly's hands shake as she dabs at your wounds with a cloth from the medical kit, trying to do whatever she can to help.

All the while, Tyler stays with you, his heart breaking and yet holding onto hope, as the vehicle barrels towards the hospital, each mile bringing you closer to safety. Tyler holds you tightly, his voice trembling and tears mingling with the rain on his cheeks as he whispers, "I'm so sorry. I love you. Please, hold on. Just hold on a little longer, baby."

[glenscowboyhat]

thinkin about how great the wranglers crew would be as aunties and uncles to y/n and tyler’s baby

boone especially like that is HIS favorite little person and he’d always be getting the two of them into trouble. tyler walks into his kitchen one day and there they are, sitting in the kitchen floor eating y/n’s cookies that no one else is supposed to eat. i feel like he’d just walk away and be like “boone you are so screwed when y/n gets home”

i think aunt dani and uncle dexter probably went out/went online the second they find out y/n was pregnant and bought baby a tiny little cowboy/cowgirl hat

and kate definitely buys baby LOADS of clothes. the minute she finds out tyler and y/n are expecting, her cart is full and her credit card info is being put in. y/n’s favorite thing kate got them is a little onesie that says “tiny tornado” on it

as soon as the kid is old enough, lilly definitely teaches them how to fly a drone. she starts with small, cheap ones of course. can’t have the wranglers’ other baby getting damaged. i can picture tyler getting knocked in the head with a toy drone more than once for sure

y/n is sitting in a lawn chair one evening as she and tyler had decided to host dinner for the crew, and lilly is showing baby all the cool parts of the drone and such. lilly asks if they want to fly it and of course they say YES because, duh it’s cool

y/n then passes tyler coming out of the house as she’s going in to grab a drink, and suddenly there’s a smack and a loud groan from tyler. y/n starts to walk outside, confused, just as she hears “lilly!!” “sorry!” and sees tyler holding his temple

yeah, the wranglers would make great aunts and uncles. babysitters, though? that one’s questionable

[urjustaguyonahorse]

you KNOW cathy was so glad when kate came back home after all that time no matter how broken she was but she also must have been so so so unbelievably relieved as a mother to see that kate was opening up to others again and she had people taking care of her. like obviously part of her making tyler stay for dinner and giving him the guest room was typical mom scheming because why would you let a guy like that slip through your daughters fingers? but also, she watched her daughter lose three of her best friends and push everybody else away as a coping mechanism and there's no way she wasn't so comforted by the sight of somebody coming her her aid when she obviously didn't ask for it and staying for her even when it was an awkward situation to say the least. i just know she would love the rest of the wranglers and let them set up base there whenever. she would love having javi back and cooking them all bbq while they play poker in her living room after a long day. she'd let them redo the barn and put bedrooms in the loft and not bat an eye if any of them moved in more permanently in the off season. she would love boone's help with the animals and dani's help with the machinery. she would let dexter move a whole library into the loft "as light reading when we stay" and let lilly spread new t-shirt design ideas across her whole kitchen and give her feedback while she's deciding. she'd love tyler like a son (in law cause she's still a schemer after all) and tease him when she wears his t-shirt and he'd unclog the sink drain like a man. she'd love javi like a (more favorite) son and the guest bedroom in the house would be permanently his and they'd watch house md together. i just feel like a safe place to come back to that's filled with laughter and home cooked food would be exactly what kate and all of them would need to heal and carry on. and knowing kate's in good hands with good people who love her and let her be in their lives would be exactly what cathy needs as a mother who lost her daughter once.

[snapghoul]

New au to the twin au just dropped. It’s the twin multiverse up in this b. Snap might be cookin.

What if Tyler had joined the Navy too? In this alternate universe, Tyler becomes an aviator, and the rest of his crew is also Navy. The AU remains the same: Tyler still participates in rodeo events and enjoys all his previous activities, while the Daggers remain unaware that Hangman has a twin.

Tyler’s callsign could be Wrangler or Cowboy, and his helmet would undoubtedly match the red of his truck. He might fly solo or have Boone as his Weapon Systems Officer (WSO). If Tyler flies solo, maybe Boone and Lilly the WSO, Dex and Dani as the WSO. Kate would be a pilot with Javi as her back seater, and they would all be part of the same squad, perhaps the Ghost Riders or Twisters.

Kate: Tamer or Salpulpa (Tyler’s fault)

Javi: Anvil, Lion, or Radar

Boone: Boone

Lilly: Cairo

Dani: ?

Dex: just Dex or ??

I don’t know I need suggestions for the others callsings.

The Daggers would remain unaware of Tyler's identity until the Cyclone announces a mission, when they’re assigned to work jointly with his squad. Jake’s grin would grow wider as Tyler bursts onto the scene, loud and enthusiastic, leaving the Daggers stunned and puzzled.

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

(Tyler and Kate go to get lunch at a diner while the others are fueling up and eating at the trucks) Tyler(on the phone):...Hey, any sign of storm clouds out there? Boone(who's got Tyler on speaker phone): Nope. How's the date going, buddy? Tyler(rolls his eyes): Lilly? Lilly(grinning, on Boone's phone): Oh, you didn't answer Boone's question...! Tyler: I will take that as no sign of storm clouds...

[alexquisites-blog]

|Tempest Unleashed|Cast|

Isabela Merced as Charlotte "The Tempest" Rivera (Javi's Older Cousin, Works for both Storm Par and the Tornado Wranglers)

Anthony Ramos as Javier (Javi) "Little Jabalina" Rivera

Daisy Edgar-Jones as Kate Carter

David Corenswet as Scott "Quantum Jackass" Miller

Natalia Dyer as Hayley "Charlie's Other Half" Owens (Lex's OC)

Glen Powell as Tyler "The Man With All The Power" Owens

Brandon Perea as Boone

Katy M. O'Brian as Dani

Sasha Lane as Lilly 

Tunde Adebimpe as Dexter and Harry Hadden-Paxton as Ben

[thranduilofsmirkwood]

[starry-eyed-wild-child]

Match up please? I love it😭😔

Ahhh thank you!!! Again, this is purely based off of vibes you give me 🤭 BUT, I think you'd suit Tyler!

[motionpicturelover]

"Thoroughly Modern Millie" (1967) - George Roy Hill

Films I've watched in 2024 (57/95)

[gryfflepuffinthetardis]

Supernova Bio

Real Name: (Various translations) Methuselah, Earendel

More Legendary Translations (Though she doesn’t really go by them): Artemis, Athena, Cassiopeia, Eris, Nyx, Psykhe, Andromeda, Ceto, Asteria, Melinoe, Persephone, Hestia, Nemesis, Mnemosyne, Cilo, Hebe, Circe, Thanatos, Soteria, Hecate Kaun Yin (etc.)

Chosen Name: Supernova

Nickname(s): Nova

Titles (at the time of her death): Queen of Elder, Elder Queen, Supernova Queen

Former Titles: Princess of Elder, Elder Princess, Supernova Princess

Age: Nearly Thirteen Billion

Quote: “I’ve found that if people think I’m less than I actually am, the more satisfying it is for me, and more shocking it is for them, when I prove them wrong.”

“I am not your little princess. There’s a reason I was the inspiration for so many feared Goddesses."

Human Appearance: Curly Red/Blonde Hair, Purple eyes, Five Foot Three.

Natural Appearance: Curly Multi-colored Hair, Purple Eyes, Five Foot Three

Species: Elder (Neighbor planet of Gallifrey)

Status: Suppressed but Alive

Cause of Supposed Death: Shot by Dalek after trying to save the Doctor’s life

Powers/Abilities: Empathy, Mild Telepathy, Reincarnation, Aura-Seeing, Mind Palace, Light Manipulation, Heat Manipulation, Optional Semi-Immortality, Levitation, Memory Transfer, Gravity Manipulation,

Oddities: Silver Tears; when Elders die, their bodies glow and cause a violent seeming although ultimately harmless explosion outward; Legend says that some are capable of reincarnating as new Elders or other alien species if their gods view them worthy enough, only one has been proven worthy enough.

Relations:

Kassandra (Mother, Deceased)

Castiel (Father, Deceased)

Narcissus (Husband via Arranged Marriage, Deceased)

Personality: Loyal to a fault; Kind; Compassionate; Fierce; Protective; Intelligent; Scary when angry; Geeky; Witty; Sarcastic; Tomboy; Just; Selfless; Shy, Hufflepuff, Brave, Curious, Soft, Insecure, Secret Badass, Observant, Strong, Fighter, Trusting, Loving, Violent, Impulsive, Scatterbrained, Pessimistic, Eccedentiast (Hides her pain with smiles), Cold Anger, Hyperactive, Insensitive, Masks her feelings, Perceptive, Paradoxical

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Hogwarts Hybrid: Gryfflepuff (Hufflepuff/Gryffindor)

Fears:

Claustrophobia — Fear of small, enclosed spaces — As a princess she grew to resent enclosed spaces as she often felt trapped.

Likes: Freedom, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Reading, Helping, The color purple, Traveling with the Doctor, Halloween, Kindness, Mischief, The Doctor, Violence, Proving people wrong

Dislikes: Being Bored, Feeling Trapped, Most People, Wearing dresses, Looking girly, Being called girly, The color pink, Valentine's Day, Conformity, Being forced to conform to royal forms

Tendencies: To go on philosophical tangents, to help those who feel distressed, to become violently protective; Tranquil Fury

Skills/Abilities: Sword Fighting, Acting, Sherlock Scan (Look on tvtropes.org), Intellect, Weapon Proficiency, Fighting, Martial Arts, Hacking, Omnilingual, Ability to use a Mind Palace (Like in Sherlock.)

Possible Disorder(s): ADHD, Directional Dyslexia

Sexuality: Heteroflexible Demisexual

Wardrobe: Flannel; Plaid; Leather Jackets; Beanies; Graphic tees; High tops; Boots; Trench Coats

Accessories: 3D Glow-In-The-Dark Galaxy Ball Pendant (Chameleon Arch), Alien Sword that Changes Its Blade As Per Wielder’s Mental Command

Friends: Ozzie Clarus (First love/Ex; Deceased), The Doctor, The Master (Presumed Deceased), Sarah Jane Smith, (Various other companions of the Doctor)

Enemies: Daleks, Cybermen, Narcissus

Love Interests: 

Ozzie Clarus (First Love/Ex; Deceased)

The Doctor (Crush)

The Master (One-Sided Crush on his side; Presumed Deceased)

Narcissus (Husband by Arranged Marriage; Deceased)

Face Claim(s):

Malina Weissman (Violet Baudelaire)

Katherine Langford (Hannah Baker/Morgan Stark/Nimue/Leah Burke/Meg Thrombey)

[queenofwands89]

The Storm Within (Part Two)  Tyler Owens x fem!reader

Part 1

Summary: Following the events of the first part, a severely injured Y/N lies in a coma while a heartbroken Tyler waits by her side, wondering if she will ever wake up.

Warnings: Hospital, Reader is in a coma, Fluff, Sad Tyler, Slightly angsty.                                              

Notes: I didn't expect so many people to read the first part, let alone want a second, so thank you—it means a lot. I rushed to write this to avoid making you wait any longer, lol. I'm currently accepting writing prompts for Jake Seresin, Tyler Owens, and Glen Powell.

Enjoy byeeee!

Two weeks have slipped by in a blur of sterile hospital corridors and the endless hum of medical machines. Each passing day is a battle against time, unrelenting in its indifference, and Tyler's world has shrunk to the confines of your hospital room.

Tyler sits by your side, his eyes heavy with exhaustion but refusing to close. He's lost count of the hours he's spent watching the rise and fall of your chest, willing you to wake up. The constant beeping of the heart monitor and the rhythmic hiss of the ventilator are his only companions.

The rest of the storm-chasing team visits regularly, each holding onto hope in their own way. Boone leaves a fresh bouquet of wildflowers on the bedside table every other day, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the clinical white of the room. Dani brings her laptop, working quietly in the corner, refusing to leave until Tyler is forced to rest. Dexter makes sure Tyler eats, even if it means feeding him himself. And Lilly, with her unwavering optimism, often slips into the chair opposite Tyler, regaling him with stories and laughs to keep the darkness at bay.

One evening, as the crimson hues of the setting sun penetrate the blinds, Tyler is gently persuaded by Lilly to step outside the room, if only for a few minutes. The fresh air at the hospital's small garden is a reprieve he didn’t know he needed. He takes deep breaths, trying to shake off the weight that's settled on his shoulders.

As he walks back towards your room, he overhears a hushed conversation between two nurses. "It's been two weeks, and she's still fighting. It's remarkable," he hears one of them say. A glimmer of hope ignites in his chest. You're a fighter; you always have been.

Pushing open the door to your room, Tyler's heart skips a beat. One of the doctors, Dr. Emerson, is standing by your bed, reviewing the latest results. Tyler rushes in, anxiety and hope warring on his face.

"Any changes, Doc?" Tyler asks, his voice barely a whisper.

Dr. Emerson turns to him, a small, comforting smile on her face. "Her vitals are steadily improving. The brain activity shows promising signs. She's still in a coma, but these are good indicators. It’s just a matter of time."

With those reassuring words, Dr. Emerson gives Tyler a gentle nod before turning to leave the room, the other doctor following closely behind. The soft click of the closing door lingers in the air, marking the transition from clinical observation to personal vigil.

Tyler takes his seat beside you, gently holding your hand. "Hey, beautiful," he begins, his voice soft but steady. "I know you can hear me. I thought I'd share some stories, like old times."

He pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "Remember the first storm we chased together? God, we were terrified but so exhilarated," he chuckles. "The sky was this angry shade of gray, and the wind was howling like it was possessed. We had no idea what we were doing, but we felt invincible."

Tyler's eyes glisten with unshed tears as he continues. "You kept yelling at me to keep the camera steady while you took notes. I think I was too busy being amazed by how fearless you were. The tornado touched down so close, and we got caught in the downdraft. But you... you never lost your cool. You guided us out of there like it was just another day at the office."

He squeezes your hand gently, hoping for any sign of acknowledgment. "Then there was that time in Kansas. Do you remember? We were staying at that run-down motel, and the power went out during the middle of the night. We ended up sitting in the car, wrapped in blankets, watching the lightning storm. You said it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off you."

The corners of Tyler's lips lift into a sad smile as he recounts more memories. "You were always the brave one, Y/N. Like that time we drove into the eye of the storm. Literally. Everyone told us it was too dangerous, but you convinced us, and we did it. And I'll never forget the look on your face when we made it out in one piece."

A silence hangs in the air for a moment, the only sounds coming from the steady beeps and hums of the medical equipment.

"I'm not gonna lie, Y/N. These past two weeks have been the hardest of my life. Seeing you like this... it's killing me. But I know you're fighting. You always do," Tyler says, voice cracking with emotion.

Tyler leans closer, his head resting on the side of your bed. He speaks softly, almost to himself. "You know, Dani was telling me about how you kept her sane during her first storm chase. She said she wouldn't have made it if it weren't for you. And Boone, he's a mess without you bossing him around. Dexter too. None of us are the same without you."

He looks at your serene face, a fresh wave of determination washing over him. "But we all believe in you. We know you're coming back to us. And when you do, we'll be ready with stories and laughs and everything that's been missing."

As the sun sets outside, casting a warm glow over the room, Tyler continues to talk. He recounts every little detail of your adventures together, from the funniest moments to the most heart-stopping ones, painting a vivid picture with his words.

The world is a foggy blur as consciousness slowly begins to seep back into your mind. The silence in the room is broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the medical machines. Your eyelids feel heavy as you struggle to open them, a sense of disorientation clouding your thoughts.

As your eyes finally flutter open, the dim light of the room gradually sharpens into focus. The first thing you see is Tyler, slumped in the chair beside your hospital bed. His hand grips yours tightly, as if even in sleep, he cannot let go. His face is etched with lines of stress and fatigue, evidence of the nights he has spent by your side.

For a few moments, you simply watch him. Even in his exhausted state, there’s an undeniable tenderness in the way he holds your hand. You notice the dark circles under his eyes, the stubble that has grown from days of neglecting himself. Deep down, an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love wells up within you. You realize now more than ever just how much he means to you.

Gradually, you muster the strength to give his hand a weak squeeze, something to pull him from the depths of his weariness. His eyes flutter open slowly, confusion briefly crossing his features before they lock onto yours. Instantly, his face transforms—a mix of shock, awe, and profound relief.

"Y/N..." he breathes, his voice shaky and filled with emotion. Tears pool in his eyes, and you can see him fighting to hold them back, but it’s a losing battle. As the realization washes over him, that you’re finally awake, his tears begin to fall freely. "You’re... you’re awake. Thank God, you’re awake."

A lump forms in your throat, making it hard to speak, but you manage a small smile. "Tyler," you rasp, the single word carrying all the emotions you can't yet express.

He lifts your hand to his lips, pressing fervent kisses to your knuckles. "I love you, Y/N. I love you so much," he chokes out, his voice breaking with raw emotion. "I thought... I thought I’d lost you. I’m so sorry, Y/N. For everything. For the things I said. I was scared and I handled it all wrong."

You can feel the wetness of his tears on your hand, and it breaks your heart to see him in such pain. Gathering what strength you can, you shake your head slightly. "No, Tyler. We both did things we regret. I pushed you away when I should have let you in. But we can’t change the past. We can only move forward."

He nods, his teary eyes never leaving yours. "We’ll fix this. Together," he vows, his voice filled with a newfound determination.

Your smile grows a bit stronger, as you grip his hand with a bit more strength. "Together," you echo, the word binding the two of you in a promise of unity and hope.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Tyler repeats fervently, his tears now mingling with a relieved laugh.

You can't help but let out a light giggle, the sound so sweet to Tyler’s ears. "I love you, I love you, I love you," you reply, your heart feeling lighter for the first time in a long while.

Tyler chuckles softly, his expression softening as he looks at you. "I think the doctors are going to start charging me rent for how long I've been here."

You laugh weakly, the sound like music to his ears. "Well, as long as you don't start claiming squatter's rights. We might have to evict you."

His laughter mingles with yours, the room now filled with a warmth and happiness that seemed impossible just moments ago. "Deal. I'll leave when you do," he declares, his voice brimming with love and commitment.

The path to recovery will undoubtedly be long and arduous, but for now, the hardest part is over. The heavy cloud of uncertainty has lifted, replaced by a glimmering beacon of hope. The room, once cold and sterile, now feels warm, filled with the palpable power of your mutual love and commitment.

As the rhythmic beeping of the machines continues to fill the background, you and Tyler share a moment of silent understanding, knowing that whatever challenges lie ahead, you’ll face them hand in hand. "I love you," he whispers once more, the promise of these words a soothing balm to your soul.

"I love you," you whisper back, sealing the bond that will carry you through the days to come.

[marahsfandomloves]

The main female leads in the Middle-Earth Franchise.

1. Galadriel is the main lead in Rings of Power and the Fellowship of the Ring. Hera will be the main lead in War of the Rohirrim. Tauriel was in the Desolation of Smaug and Battle of the Five Armies. Arwen was very main in all three Lord of the Rings but had alot of scenes in the Two Towers. Eowyn was main in the Two Towers but had her big moments in the Return of the King.

[geekcavepodcast]

HITPIG! Trailer

Hitpig is a bounty hunter who specializes in tracking down escaped animals. A maniacal Vegas showman hires Hitpig to return Pickles the dancing elephant. "When the mission goes sideways, Hitpig must realize that no amount of money is worth losing his newfound friends." (Viva Pictures)

HITPIG! stars the voice talents of Jason Sudeikis, Lilly Singh, Rainn Wilson, Anitta, RuPaul, Hannah Gadsby, Charlie Adler, and Flavor Flav. The film is based on Berkeley Breathed's Pete & Pickles. Cinzia Angelini and David Feiss direct from a screenplay by Dave Rosenbaum and Tyler Werrin. the score is by Isabella Summers.

HOTPIG! hits theaters on November 1, 2024.

[snapghoul]

I gotta know what does everyone think about Jake, also how tempted is Jake to try and fly his jet into a tornado now?

The wranglers knew Tyler had a twin but they never met him until a year or two ago (before the events of twisters) so they already had a preconceived idea of Jake. But they all like him.

Boone and Lilly like Jake a lot for his pilot career, Boone mostly for blowing things up and Lilly for the more technical aspects. Dani and Dexter like him because they’d say he’s the more level headed twin, he proves them wrong sometimes. Javi is still a little hesitant about him, he doesn’t know how to interact with Jake correctly, it’s not that he doesn’t like him it’s like the two people who are friends of one person but are acquaintances. And of course Kate likes him.

Jake is about 45% tempted about flying a jet into a tornado. On one hand he knows it’s incredibly dangerous, he understands that fighting wind in an aircraft is difficult and add in other factors like lightning, rain and if it’s fast enough it could rip his jet from the sky. On the other he knows it would be really awesome if he did. But he’d rather not die. That and he’d also rather not get dishonorably discharged for stealing a multimillion dollar machine.

Also a lil treat that I’m working on, the daggers meeting Tyler have one collective thought: “oh no. Theres another.”