#Topher Brink

[loisfreakinglane]

DOLLHOUSE // 2.01 “Vows”

[sulietsexual]

∟ 2.11 Getting Closer Dollhouse [2009 - 2010]

[irate-iguana]

“Huh.”

Feeling sad about him and making it everyone’s problem.

[loseremzo]

rewatching Dollhouse because I miss Topher.

[truemoondust]

Dollhouse (2009) || 1x12 - Omega

[lovebvffys]

"If I think I can figure things out is that curiosity or arrogance?"

[absolutely-wretched]

Because Dollhouse was cancelled so no one knows anything about it, there’s like no fandom when there absolutely SHOULD BE. Anyone who posts Dollhouse stuff lmk so I can follow 💜

[rokurookajima]

the disgraced creator and his broken creation

you don’t love the one who made you

[lengthofropes]

Bennet. She's young and fine! And she has a dead arm.

[smashboy]

"Did I fall asleep?"

"For a little while..."

[loisfreakinglane]

DOLLHOUSE // 2.04 “Belonging”

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Me poking Claire/Topher with a stick: Do I ship you, or are you just Interesting?

[irate-iguana]

Shoutout to that one episode of Dollhouse where everyone gets high and Topher and Adelle have a sleepover party. The worst person you know gets The Naked Time-d and decides to have a girls night with his horrible boss/mom. Meanwhile the rest of the characters are going through it.

[isharaneith]

Whumptober 2023 – No. 12

“I haven’t slept in days but who’s counting?”1

Red | Insomnia1 | “I’m up, I’m up.”

Like, reblog or comment if you save, please.

— He's tired. He's much worse when he's tired. — Tired? Bedtime!

— I'll fix what we did to their heads. You fix what we did to the rest of the world. Your job is way harder.

1 – this is more of a headcanon, but I always assumed Topher could not sleep prior to and during this episode

Textless version under the cut.

[mescalpascal]

✨My Man✨

Thank you for the tag @javierpenaispunk! (I did it once before but I can do different characters this time!)

Put four characters who make you yell "MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN"!!

Javier Suarez, Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights

Callum, Aftersun

Topher Brink, Dollhouse (shut up, I know)

Llewyn Davis, Inside Llewyn Davis

(This is my sad-boy list, apparently.)

npt: Anyone who hasn't played or would like to play again!

[ed-edward-blackbeard]

Once upon a time, I intended to write a Topher & Echo Have A Fun Day With Shooting And Throwing Axes.

Yeah, I don't know what crack I was smoking, either. Mostly I wanted to give Topher a goddamn BREAK because my man was about to lose his goddamn mind.

This has been sitting in my email drafts for... five years? 09/2018, to be precise.

Free to a good home, be kind to Topher (we know what happens to him, my boy needs love.)

"Did I fall asleep?"

"For a little while."  Topher was stressing hard, but trying to keep his voice calm for the Active in the chair.

"Shall I go now?"

"Oh my God, YES PLEASE." He coughed, and shook his head. "I mean, if you like." Topher retreated into the post-imprint script even as every molecule of his being vibrated under his skin.

The Active and her handler left the lab, and Topher collapsed onto his couch. He wanted to go fully fetal, wrap his arms around his head, pull up his hoodie and scream until his voice was gone. Because honestly, he was having real trouble with the thought of his plans for his tech in the hands of people who were not him. But worse, it had been Adelle who had betrayed him, and that was the current bomb about to crack his coconut.

But he didn't trust Ivy within a league of his programming station, much less his imprints. And Doctor Whiskey Saunders was bat guano insane and prone to doing things like stalk him in the server room where he slept--past tense, notice, because he didn't sleep any more. Not with crazy doctor lady on the loose.

So he was working on a thirty-six hour no-sleeping binge, and he was starting to think that he was the one in need of a treatment, because Dolls didn't really care about things like misused tech and betrayal.  Or not sleeping.  Or crazy ex-Doll doctors.  

"Okay!"  Topher shot up off the couch, jerking himself awake with a shout.  The fact that he was even *considering* wiping his own coconut and wandering out with the bison meant that he needed help, capital-H Help, and it was quite possible there was no one in the House who cared enough to help.

"Topher?"  

"Aaah!"  He jerked, shocked as he turned around.  "Boyd!"  Of course, and Echo behind him.  "You... you... I told you I was gonna make you wear a bell if you didn't stop!"  The comment was directed at Echo and Boyd equally, though it was Echo he'd warned.  

"You need to get out of here for a little while," Boyd said calmly.  

"You're tired," Echo said just as quietly, and her fingertips reached out to gently touch the bags under his eyes.  "You need to sleep.  But you don't."

"Uh, no, there's about a thousand things on my mind keeping me from sleeping, and even if I was tired--which I'm not--" he was actually beyond exhausted and headed into sleep-deprivation.

"Trust me."  Echo pointed to the chair.  "Make me safe to help you."

Topher cocked his head to the side, and then looked back at Boyd.  "What is she saying?"

"Echo is booked on an anonymous gig who paid twice the normal fee to not give a name.  Only an address where the Active is to be dropped off," Boyd clarified.  "So you print her as whatever you need.  Bodyguard, teddy bear, exotic dancer that plays video games, I don't know.  Print her, take her, and go here."  He gave Topher a key.  "That's the executive suite at the Forrester, on the other side of town.  Ivy will take over printing for a couple of days, and you come back after you've gotten 48 hours of downtime."