#Tia the season

[awesomeabbeygirl]

It’s the season to let your inner girl free!

[dooanuh]

watching supernatural with someone aside from yourself is always so treasured because i personally need at least one person to exchange delusions with… otherwise i become a dangerously ill echo chamber

[secretlysolitaire]

oh my 😭😭

[watchyourbuck]

Tia Pepa said “I thought you just dressed alike” with a funny face so Abuela could say “it’s okay to love him” in a serious one

[tibialtybalt]

Silt versers please tell me

Your favorite episode per season

Your favorite "god of the week", semi-standalone episode

Your favorite seasonal secondary protagonist (between Sid Wright, Mercer, Gage, and Val)

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Favorite Buddie Moments Per Episode: 6x14 Performance Anxiety

[wejustvibing]

okay i've decided i can live with this helmet

[morganski-19]

I don't know how I just thought of this but I need Pepa back on my screen like instantly. That woman needs to call up her brother, yell at him a little bit, and then knock some sense into Eddie's head. Where is the meddling Tia we all love? Bring her back, please.

[edwins-fangirl]

What!? I’m not staying up until 12am to watch Heartstopper season 3 pft that doesn’t sound like me

[mischiefbuckley]

“Join #911onABC as we celebrate Hispanic and Latin American stories, characters & culture. #CulturasSinLímites”

OMG THE VIDEO 911onABC posted on Instagram about Eddie and the Diaz family this was so cute bring me more of Abuela and Tia Pepa this season please and also just more Eddie and his Mexican heritage please 🥹🇲🇽❤️

[gay-baby-brig]

Anybody have any HD pics of Izzy and Frenchie spit-roast-torturing the British for this split second during the raid

[jessieeex]

the new heartstopper and tia kofi vid with nick and charlie sitting in the art department brb gonna go sob

[nilesdaughter]

seal my heart and break my pride

Fandom: The Legend of Vox Machina Characters: Percy De Rolo, Cassandra De Rolo, Keeper Yennen (Mention), Anna Ripley (Mention), Shaun Gilmore (Mention), Raishan (Mention) Word Count: 697 Note: SPOILERS FOR TLOVM S3E6 [Also found on AO3.]

The dawn, Percival decides, is both a blessing and a curse.

It’s a blessing because it signals the beginning of a new day. Another day to live, another day to fight. The Sun Tree, however charred, still stands. Whitestone still stands even if she and her people are limping in order to do so.

But it all still feels like a curse because the weak sunlight lays bare all of his mistakes and regrets. He swore to honor his family’s memory by taking up the responsibility that he was never actually meant to inherit, and he’s failed so spectacularly at it. He hates that he wasn’t here, because he should have been. His people are decimated and his city is in ruins and there’s still so much smoke lingering in the air.

(Why must he always choke on smoke, suffocate under its weight?)

He turns away from the main square, away from the piles of dead being gathered, and looks for his sister. When he does find Cassandra, his stomach twists even further as he watches her direct scattered members of the Pale Guard, never mind how much pain she must be in, how many bandages she’s wrapped in. She’s doing so much— has done so much—for Whitestone while he’s been away.

(He wasn’t here. Not when it mattered.)

He tries to swallow down the guilt and approaches her just as she falls back onto the nearest piece of debris that seems sturdy enough to bear her weight and isn’t actively smoldering.

“Cass—” he begins, voice cracking in a way he so desperately hoped it wouldn’t, but she fixes him with a startlingly sharp look.

“I know that tone and I don’t need pity right now, brother.”

“It’s not… I wasn’t…” he flounders, certainly not expecting that to have been her response. “No, I wanted to apologize.”

“Why?”

He blinks, taken even more aback by that, because there’s an entire list he can pick from.

(And he’s so tired of lists.)

“I should have been here,” he settles on, because that is what currently sits at the forefront of his mind.

Cassandra falls silent as she studies him, her expression unreadable as she does so, before she eventually sighs and shakes her head. “You got here when you could. I think the consequences would have been far more dire if you arrived any later than you did.”

Percy frowns—she should be more upset with him, should hate him when this isn’t even the first time he’s abandoned her when she needed him most—but sighs and nods in acknowledgement. Rather than continue arguing, he asks, “Is there anything you need help with at the moment?”

“Keeper Yennen and I have it handled, I think.”

“Of course,” he replies. He pauses and hesitantly adds, “You’re doing a good job, Cassandra. I hope you know that.”

“I’m certainly trying,” she says wryly.

“I suppose that’s all any of us can do at the moment.”

Cassandra nods her agreement and lets out a small sigh, turning her head a little to look up at the castle in the distance. “...I’m tired of losing our home,” she admits in a small voice.

Percy follows her gaze, feels the guilt rise up acidic in his throat, twist like a knife in his gut, as he watches plumes of smoke curl up the towers. “As am I.”

He let Ripley go. He should have been here, protected Cassandra, protected the people of Whitestone. He saw his city rebuild and even begin to flourish again and he was so sure everything would be all right. He thought Gilmore’s wards would be enough. He led Raishan to Whitestone. He let Ripley go again —

“Percival?”

He blinks and looks at Cassandra, notices the way her brow is furrowed with concern.

“It’s been a long night,” he says weakly and leaves it at that so he doesn’t have to try to articulate his spiraling thoughts.

She lets out a single, sharp laugh. “It truly has.” She sighs and pushes herself to her feet, wobbling a little when she’s upright, but managing to maintain her composure. “And I’m afraid it will be an even longer day.”

[laurrelise]

tempted to drop everything and make one of those cute little animation videos like “do you think we’re together in every universe” and then it’s different relationships shown but about five and delores because i randomly got a bunch of ideas

[seaweedstarshine]

Thinking about the convolution of Eleventh Doctor's expressions of love for River Song in Season 7B. He does not trust Clara. He is utterly (wrongly) convinced that he and Clara are playing a grand manipulative game together. “What are you, eh?! A trick? A trap?!!”

So naturally, the last thing he should do in this game is to clue his opponent in on something that could be used to hurt him. Something like River, so painfully near the end of their time together, whose data ghost he can always see, who “it would hurt too much” to acknowledge. He can't let Clara know of the loss which constantly floods his senses; (“You are always here to me. And I always listen, and I can always see you,” he professes, once Clara has vanished into his timestream).

And yet. River fills his every moment (irregardless of any sneaking out for dates with increasingly-young Rivers while Clara is asleep like he did while the Ponds slept, which would explain his absence when the TARDIS is hiding Clara's bedroom). Even though it's not strategic, he can’t help but tell Clara about her. The best defense he can manage is to phrase it as if River isn’t as important to him as she is. Not only is avoiding her first name in his grief; he's also completely avoiding pronouns; which seems extreme given that he's still mentioning her as often as: “Oh yeah, of course he has! Professor Song! Sorry, it's just I never realized you were a woman.”

Leave out the emotion — leave out the details — don't show the cracks in the armor — play the part — win the game.

“Well, there's no point now. We're about to die. JUST TELL ME WHO YOU ARE.”

[wildlife4life]

6X14 Coda/Future Ficlet

Eddie runs into Vanessa less than a year later and he almost doesn’t recognize her. Her long brown hair was held atop her head in a clipped up messy bun, her face was free of make-up and instead of a body-hugging black dress, she wore shorts and an oversized, off the shoulder sweatshirt.

But then again, the farmers market really wasn’t the place for fancy attire.

“Vanessa?” Eddie called out.

Vanessa’s attention snapped away from the mangos she was admiring and at first looked at Eddie in confusion before recognition took over. “Edmundo, right?” She smirked, probably remembering his heavy insistence to call him Eddie that night.

Eddie laughed, “Hm. Still got that wit. Ever let a man get past all that charm?”

Vanessa chuckled, “Maybe. My Tia finally gave up a little while ago.  Apparently, there are only so many nice Mexican boys she could find for me.  But I did find a very delectable mid-west guy.  So far, he’s up to the fifth date.” She wiggled her eyebrows, “And what about you? Find that lucky gal to get past the first drink?”

“Better.” Eddie replied, looking over his shoulder to see Buck ambling his way towards him, his reusable tote no longer empty.

Vanessa followed his gaze then snorted, “Now that is no pretty Latina girl. Where did your Tia find him?”

Eddie turned back to the woman, “She didn’t. Pepa had no hand in this.”

Buck, immediately took notice of Vanessa when he joined Eddie and quickly staked his claim by wrapping his free arm around Eddie’s waist and planting a soft kiss to his cheek, “Hey babe, make a friend?”

Vanessa bit down on her lip to suppress a laugh, while Eddie rolled his eyes fondly. “Buck this is Vanessa.  She’s the girl Tia Pepa tried setting me up with awhile back. Vanessa, this is Buck, my boyfriend.”

“Oh! You’re the one who beat Eddie to punch in shutting down the date. Thanks for that.” Buck said.

Vanessa flicked her hand around, “Really it was no problem. It seems everything worked out as it was supposed to. But seriously, how did you score this blue-eyed handsome gringo?”

Buck blushed bright red at her description and Eddie chuckled, slipping his own arm around his boyfriend’s waist, and giving him a tight squeeze, “Wasn’t hard really. We’ve been co-workes and friends for years and then one day I looked up and realized, Oh, he’s right there and I’m not alone.  Never really have been since I came to L.A.” Eddie looked up at Buck and smiled softly, “Sometimes you don’t have look to hard or far for the right partner.”

Buck returned Eddie’s smile with his own then softly pecked him on the lips. Vanessa sighed, “No wonder you tried to turn me down.  You had this waiting for you huh?”

Eddie chuckled, “At home on a very comfortable couch.”

Buck laughed and Eddie’s heart picked up tempo. But it wasn’t in panic. His heart hadn’t stuttered in panic since he and Buck were separated by the bridge collapse. Now, his heart beat to the rhythm of his love for Buck.

And no amount of Tia meddling could change it.

I think I'm getting a handle on this coda thing... But anyway hope you enjoyed! This was just a small thought that popped into my head and I tried to weave in as many common buddie metaphors as I could!