#and then crash into the sunday

[umgeorge]

viewer warning: this is the onboard footage, and audio, of george's last lap crash. it contains the crash itself, his panicked screaming for a red flag, and a helmet-facing shot of his eyes darting around frantically when he hears cars approaching. this blog exists to be an archive and that's the only reason i'm posting this. please do not make light of any part of it, and watch/listen at your own risk.

[shithowdy]

having the whitest problem on earth: my dad got some already antique balinese masks at an estate sale 40 years ago and officially made them my problem by hiding them in a box of other masks he gave me and now i have to call museums asking who can take them because it turns out they are priceless cultural items. thanks dad.

[eternalxyn]

Your divine being will become the foundation of our paradise

[finisnihil]

Haha just realized the cutscene where the Trailblazer is first entering Penacony and you see them hold out their arms like wings and then crash into the ground before being found by Sunday and Robin is supposed to parallel the dove from Sunday and Robin's childhood.

[lizethdraws]

Lize, i might have an idea for a shitpost, draw rook but with the miette monologue

[bigfootsmom]

feasting on the crumbs we’re given of the helicopter crash fic. can we please have another 🥹🤲🫶🏻

I hope soon i can feed you a full meal! I can see the end in sight it’s just a matter of finding the time to sit down and get there 😔 but I have a snippet for you for seven(ish) sentence Sunday:

Evan is so heavy in Tommy’s arms and he digs his fingers into his sides, clinging desperately to any part of Evan he can keep his hands on.

“Evan, please–– c’mon, baby I can’t—“ Tommy cuts himself off with a sharp clack of his teeth, trapping the frustrated sob in the back of his throat before it can escape. “We’re almost there, don’t give up on me now.”

Evan mumbles something unintelligible, eyes rolling back in his skull as fails to regain his center of balance. Tommy grunts, taking more of Evan’s practically deadweight.

Tommy almost loses his footing, knees nearly buckling as he tries to keep Evan from completely slipping from his grip and hitting the hard ground. Evan’s face remains slack, skin so pale under all the blood. The sight of it makes dread twist its claws into his stomach. Evan’s bloodless lips part around a wheezing rasp and if it wasn’t for the sound of it Tommy would think—

No. No, no, he can’t. He can’t even think about that. It’s going to be fine, he’s going to get Evan out of this. Evan is going to be okay. He has to be okay.

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[scourge-sympathiser]

SCOURGE SUNDAY 044/???

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[harmonysanreads]

Ahh Aventurine, Sunday and Dr Ratio. My group of men who'll forever struggle to master healthy vulnerability due to soul-crushing childhood trauma.

[umseb]

ted kravitz discusses multi 21 and sebastian vettel's explanation ahead of the chinese grand prix - 2013

[maximura]

KCON LA: 27th July 2024

[wispedvellichor]

Hate how the Doctor initiated Ruby to regeneration all tenderly and calmly and in the context of the Doctor's granddaughter of all things. I needed her to be jumpscared with that information in the most Traumatic episode of her life. Like a true RTD companion.

[umgeorge]

behind the scenes with mercedes in monza 👀🇮🇹, but it's just the good parts - september 17, 2024

[umlewis]

hungary, p3 // july 21, 2024

[lonelychicago]

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more from ambulance fic, im sorry i know y'all must be so tired from it lmao

Eddie lowers his head and shuts his eyes closed, letting out a shaky, weak puff of air. "Please, just get better. I'll do anything, say anything, be anything that you want me to be, okay?" "Excuse me, sir?" A shy, hesitant nurse peaks her head in— her eyes full of pity as Eddie slightly turns his head around. "Um, visiting hours are over." "Right." Eddie nods after a few seconds, wiping his stupid years on his shoulder and reluctant to let go of Buck's hand. "Okay, I just— I'll be right out. I just need a minute." The nurse leaves him be and Eddie turns back to Buck. "I'll be back tomorrow, okay? First thing in the morning." Eddie takes a stuttering breath. "I— Yeah." He sighs, and stands up. Eddie lingers for a moment longer, his eyes tracing over Buck's features, wishing for a sign, any sign of improvement. The guilt gnaws at his soul, refusing to let go. He places a trembling hand on Buck's cheek, his fingertips barely ghosting over his skin. "I'll fix this," Eddie murmurs, his voice cracking with emotion. "I promise. I won't rest until you're back on your feet, you hear me?" Eddie presses his lips together as he brushes a small strand of hair in Buck's temple and then he leans forward, his lips pressing a soft kiss on the man's forehead. "I love you." He whispers to the silence.

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[quietwingsinthesky]

Okay hear me out Missy/Donna

this came out so silly. it’s more pre-donna/missy but give them like a few weeks and missy will be earning herself so many kisses.

“Are you a friend of the Doctor’s?” Donna asks upon spotting the woman sitting on a bench in her garden outside the Doctor’s TARDIS. It’s far too warm out to be dressed in as many layers as she is, but at least she has her own umbrella for shade. She turns her head to look at Donna, and there’s something familiar about it that Donna can’t put her finger on.

“His dearest,” she says. Donna raises her eyebrows in disbelief, but really, the woman says it with so much conviction that she’s not even sure how to argue. “Why? Is there anyone else I could be here to visit?” Donna huffs a laugh.

“Not unless you’re paying for one of Rose’s toys in person.” She considers for the briefest moment that this woman could know Shaun and immediately dismisses the thought. Absolutely not. They’d be making up stories around the dinner table about what Miss Mary Poppins got up to every week if he knew her. “Or- No. Never mind. He doesn’t have friends.”

“Oh?” The woman pounces on Donna’s irritation. “Domestic problems?” Donna joins her on the bench, despite a small part of her mind still insisting there’s something terribly off about the woman. She makes room for Donna, her eyes never leaving her. Despite the umbrella’s shade falling across her face, her dark eyes seem to glitter.

“Not mine.” Donna rolls her eyes. “When the Doctor keeps that man on a tight leash, anyway. Personally, I think we’d be better off with a real leash to tie him up inside the TARDIS whenever the Doctor goes to the store.” The woman’s smile grows.

“Sounds like trouble.”

“You have no idea.” Donna shakes her head. “But you try suggesting we shouldn’t be housing a maniac. The Doctor’s eyes get all watery and he looks like a kicked dog about it. ‘He’s my oldest friend, Donna. He needs me, Donna. Blowing up Rose’s new shed was an accident, Donna.’ Believe me, I made him fix that himself. Only time I’ve ever been fond of him was watching him help Rose with stitching up replacements for what he destroyed.” Donna stops. “Sorry, what did you say your name was?”

“Missy.”

Donna gets- Not memories, nothing so clear, but sometimes, little pings in her subconscious of the Doctor’s experiences through the remnants of the metacrisis that sunk safely and comfortably into the back of her head to stay forever.

Right now, that ping is more like an air siren.

“Missy,” Donna repeats. Missy puts a hand out, and Donna’s not sure if she’s expecting a handshake or a kiss to her knuckles.

“Short for Mistress.” Donna’s face falls.

Which is what the Doctor stumbles out of the TARDIS to, five minutes later, as Donna yells, “Absolutely not! Not another one of you! Not in my home!” He does not, on the whole, improve the situation, by breaking out into a grin and wrapping Missy up in a hug even she clearly isn’t expecting.

Donna, begrudgingly, allows one more Master to stay with them.

Donna, even more begrudgingly, grows fond of her.

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

No witchy Wednesday this week. Life decided NO.