#because it did

[adharastarlight]

Sirius: reggie? whatre you doing up?

Reg, who was leaving James' room: I needed water. Besides its not that late

Sirius: oh. what time is it?

Reg: i dont know, like 4-

[monpalace]

written with black reader in mind, but kept vague. no pronouns used (you/your). ooc mike/micheal. 700 words.

It was three hours past the agreed time and half of your body had long since fallen asleep.

It was a tight fit, but you and Abby had managed to find some awkward yet comfortable position on your old pull-out couch.

You both lay on your sides facing each other, Abby tucking her face into the crook of your neck and shoulder while her head found cushion on your arm. The thick blanket and closeness did well to combat the chill Autumn air and your hunk-of-junk heating unit.

The lights from the TV flashed throughout the living room of your too-small apartment, only confirming your suspicions that Abby had begun drooling on your arm. Her nose had begun to whistle with snores, somehow matching the theme to whatever after-hours adult cartoon was airing.

If she would've let you, you'd fix her so that she laid on her back instead. Every time you tried to gently nudge her away, she'd just tighten her snake-like hug around your waist and tangle your legs further.

If it were any other kid, you would've pulled away regardless.

Pushing a piece of escaped hair behind her ear, you call her a lucky girl under your breath and press a kiss to her head.

Time is relative when it's the dead of night and there are no clocks around. You can't even hope to try and gauge what time it is when a soft knock hits your door without doubting yourself a thousand times.

You know it's Mike by the way he knocks out a gentle nursery rhyme— Garrett's favorite, "Baa, Baa Black Sheep,"— before he slips the key to your apartment into the lock.

His eyes are both wide and close to sealing shut. His feet barely lift when he steps inside, scuffed shoes trudging against the hard, wooden flooring.

He's rubbing at his eyes like they were a stain he just couldn't get off, the flashing light of the room revealing the skin around them turning pink like quartz.

"Hey, turtle."

Mike jumps, knocking his head on the door and dropping the keys when he jolts. It takes him a moment to lift his head and look to where you and Abby lay, but he visibly relaxes when he does.

He waits until he's done locking the door to address you, eyes flickering to the TV before thinning his lips when it shines too brightly. "You're still up?"

"I'm in pain," you answer, the hand resting on Abby's back escaping the confines of the covers to pat the small sliver of space available on the ratty mattress.

The frame creaks and bends under his weight, but Abby doesn't stir. Her body finally rolls away from you (not off your arm, though) and towards Mike.

"How long?"

"A while."

Mike huffs out a laugh while he brushes Abby's hair away from her face with a knuckle. He lowers his hand to find your own, clasping it around your clammy one.

It's fucking frigid.

Your lips pucker as though you had eaten a lemon, muscles forcing your arm to not snatch your hand away and accidentally hit Abby in the process.

"Mike!" Your voice is hoarse and barely below a whisper, but it's still enough to convey both shock and anger. "You dick!"

There's a fox-ish smile on his face that still drips with exhaustion. He awkwardly leans over Abby to reach you, the hand that previously held yours instead finding purchase on the back of your head.

Honestly, he should consider himself lucky your headscarf kept the chill of his fingers from reaching your head.

"You don't mind it," he rasps while pressing his lips to your forehead. It's a more welcomed change in temperature compared to anywhere else on his body, yet you lean and yawn into the affection. "Where're my clothes?"

"Where they always are," either mixed with your clean laundry somewhere in your hamper or just as equally meshed together with everything in your drawers. "'re you spending the night?"

"It's three," he answers, pulling away and doing an awkward stretch as he stands. "Don't wanna wake her up."

"Carry us to bed when you get out the shower?"

Mike hums and you know he'll do it regardless of his eye roll.

[witchinatree]

crazy how they're hiding this season 2 renewal from us right.. like we got the season 1 soundtrack today and they're just keeping season 2 a secret!!

i know it's locked up in the evil netflix vault and it's about time they share with the class

[moreespressoformydepresso]

Oh hey it’s another interview fix-it AU! That I may or may not be writing while working on the Treaper multiverse!!! It won’t be a super long story, more crack than anything else, but I’m nothing if not absolutely stupid about starting new WIPs

Nobody knows who threw the first stone it was Bobbin it was 100% Bobbin, but it tips over an invisible domino that invigorates the other tributes just the smallest bit. When the peacekeepers round up the tributes onto the stage to punish whoever did this, hoping one of the other tributes will rat out the guilty party, but then the one holding Lamina throws her to the ground because of some perceived slight. Pup is ready to jump to her defense, but he’s too slow to stop the peacekeeper from raising his gun and getting ready to shoot her. What isn’t too slow is the interview set’s coffee table that flies through the air and hits the man over the head, knocking him out instantly. For a moment, the entire room stares in shock at where the table had come from. Specifically at Treech, who looks almost just as shocked as everyone else that he’d actually just done that. The peacekeeper next to the unconscious one yells in rage and raises his own gun, only to be knocked out by Lamina who grabbed the fallen man’s gun and used it like a club. 

Chaos is unleashed. All tributes realize they can catch these guys by surprise and start taking out the ones near them, those with good aim even managing to basically snipe the ones at a further distance who are too scared of hitting Capitol citizens to shoot. While they’re worrying about whether to shoot or not, Circ and Teslee sneak away to hack the security system and put the venue on lockdown to prevent reinforcements from getting in and taking back control of the situation. Brandy, Tanner, Reaper, Marcus, Coral, Sabyn, Velvereen, Facet, Lamina, and Panlo take up most of the attention as the “heavy hitters” of this impromptu revolt, doing most of the melee style takeouts. Meanwhile, Treech, Mizzen, Bobbin, and Sheaf sneak up to the remaining peacekeepers further away from the fight and take them out assassin-appears-from-shadows style. The last remaining peacekeepers in the fight finally have enough room to get a good shot now that all their comrades are down and/or dead, but they’re distracted by a fire alarm Wovey set off. This gives the tributes a chance to once again use the element of surprise to attack and finally take victory. Just then the peacekeeper reinforcements are about to break through the main entrance, but just as the first cracks are created by the battering ram, Otto and Ginnee drive straight through a side door with a mini-van they stole from the peacekeepers while all the chaos went down, Teslee and Circ already in the back. The tributes all pile into the van, some cheerfully waving goodbye to their mentors, before driving off through the halls of the building and out the door, straight through the weak excuse of a blockade outside and into the sunset. 

[billpottsismygf]

Rogue

Oh wow, I have some complex feelings to work through with this one. Up front, really fun idea and very funny script and performances. There were quite a few moments that had me laughing out loud (the shed, the OK exchange) and I love the whole set up of these aliens who want to cosplay as humans in the regency era. It also connects nicely with Rogue's love of DND. I feel like I might have missed something when they seemed to know that the Duchess was a Chuldur, but I'll see if I catch that on rewatch or not.

As always, I adore Ncuti here. He's so funny and charming as the Doctor, but I particularly loved that we got to see his darker side here. It was only a glimpse, but that line about 600 years being a long time to suffer was quite chilling and very reminiscent of the "he was being kind" speech from Family of Blood. Indeed, it is quite a ruthless end for the Chuldur! They're sent to a random "barren" different dimension! It reminds me quite a bit of the relocation gun from Rosa and how much it was shown to be one of the worst things you could do to someone (and Ryan uses it on the white supremacist guy). Brutal!

Ruby and the Doctor didn't get to spend much time together this episode, which is a shame because we haven't seen all that much of them together for three episodes in a row now. I can't help but think it's a sad consequence of the tiny episode run that we barely get to see this Doctor and companion interact, so although I loved the Doctor calling her his best friend, and I especially loved her giving him a hug at the end and making him deal with his emotions, I don't feel that connection as much as I'd like to. Equally, when he's devastated to think she's been killed, it would have hit so much harder if we'd seen them build up a real relationship. They have a lot of natural chemistry, so you still very much believe them as best friends, but it feels like we're missing a bit of the depth there.

Okay, now, the romance! I was quite apprehensive about this one because it looked like there might be something going on between the Doctor and Rogue, and that was further fueled by a comment Millie Gibson made in an interview about this episode showing a different side of the Doctor. The reason that made me apprehensive is entirely down to my personal preference, which is that I like it when the Doctor is more a-spec. As it turned out, this episode managed to be both better and worse than I worried. Better in that it was beautifully acted, had fantastic chemistry, and I loved the scandalous gay dancing (very reminiscent of the Torchwood episode Captain Jack Harkness). Worse in that it wasn't just something happening to the Doctor, that he's swept up in, but instead something he's actively pursuing.

Again, this is entirely down to my personal preference for the Doctor's characterisation, but the way that this pushes further than other instances of romance/kissing/etc. upsets me a little. It reminded me somewhat of The Girl in the Fireplace in places - inviting him to see the stars; the tragic ending - but the difference with that one is that she kisses him. I don't know, it's a relatively small distinction but one that matters to me. The Doctor has had romances before, and the more overt they are the more I dislike them (eg. all the River Song stuff), and nowhere has the Doctor more actively flirted with someone new, expressed attraction to them numerous times and deliberately kissed them than here.

On the other hand, it's very gay and I have to like it at least a little for that. It gives us a more obviously queer Doctor than Thirteen and Yaz and they had a whole arc! (Not to bash Thirteen and Yaz; I actually quite liked how that went down in the end, but again that's due to my preference for an a-spec Doctor, which jived very nicely with Thasmin.) Obviously, this doesn't invalidate any readings of the Doctor as aro and/or ace, especially as that can mean many different things, but it messes with my personal view of the Doctor's sexuality, and how I prefer them to be portrayed. For me, if the Doctor is going to participate in sex or romance, I'd rather it be understated and uncertain or unintended from the Doctor's end. Now I know what to expect from this one, I may become desensitized to it with time and enjoy it more for its merits. Still, I can't change the fact that it's just fundamentally not what I want from Doctor Who the character.

Misc

I love that the battle mode for the earrings came back. I wondered if it would when it was first mentioned, then promptly forgot about it entirely.

The comparisons between Rogue and Captain Jack Harkness are obviously numerous, and it's very funny to me that Jack would definitely be pissed off that he lost out on kissing the Doctor like that to someone who was basically a carbon copy of him.

More singing, since people are taking note of that. Love a bit of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory!

I was cringing a bit while the Doctor was dancing to Kylie, but also glad he got to do that after the Master has had several camp pop dancing moments.

Speaking of Kylie, I wonder if the Doctor has ever noticed her uncanny resemblance to Astrid Peth.

We got a nice little flashback with Carla telling him to keep Ruby safe as well, which reminded me a lot of Jackie.

The faces of the Doctor's various incarnations looked a little strange. I couldn't actually tell who some of them were meant to be. Am I crazy or was one of them Richard E Grant, like from Scream of the Shalka (and the Great Intelligence)?

I said this already in another post, but it was dedicated to William Russell and I criiiiiied!

[idlesugarpuff]

"If your brain can't produce serotonin, it's ok to use store bought."

You don't know how this changed my life.

[goosefries]

[blossomsadness]

(S1EP10 Angry Birds Summer Madness Spoilers!)

The ending for episode 10 was just wholesome...

This show usually ends their episode on a good-funny-ending note. But this one is different, It shows the aftermath of the cabin that was still broken down, with Red and Chuck sleeping in it while Bomb is out having fun with his alone time in the sky. And I personally think that this one scene truly explain the meaning behind this episode as well.

Red ended this episode by telling Bomb to never be afraid to tell his friends whenever he needed some alone time, and then Chuck goes on to say that they will be fine with that. The reason why them, sleeping in that broken down cabin was so important, is because it shows how content they are with their friend's decision. Keep note that on multiple times in this episode, they always try to find Bomb and making sure that all of them are always hanging out. It make sense that despite saying to Bomb that it's okay to want to be alone, deep down, they still want to hang out with him.

But that doesn't matter, because what they would've wanted more, is for their friend to be happy. Despite wanting to hang out with their friend, despite wanting to sleep more comfortably in a fixed cabin, they are happy that their friend is happy.

It tells you, that if your friend needs some alone time, give them some alone time. Good friends also need sometimes apart, they don't have to hang out all the time. Sure, yes, it can makes you feel bad, sometimes it can make you feel like you're sleeping in a cabin that's been destroyed, uncomfortable and sad. But a good friend always respects their friend's boundaries and decisions. And you should respect your friend's boundaries and decisions.

[yikes-strikes-again]

watching moral orel and... man. shit got *real*. i mean, i can’t relate to religious trauma or being physically abused, but i know what it’s like to be a kid with parents who are really unhappy, and god, it’s just the worst. you want to help them so badly because you love them so much, you love them *so, so much,* but you’re just a kid and there isn’t a single thing, not a single thing you can do for them. so you just sit there and watch them cry. it’s torturous. now i’m tearing up over the clay people... except. it’s not really about the clay people, is it?

[haveihitanerve]

Manny: so what’s it like being married to Curt? Roland: once when he was pissed at me I asked him for a glass of water Ian: and? Roland: he brought me a glass of ice and said wait Manny: *snorts out water*

[kimberlychapman]

As a Canadian who has lived in the US south, I assure you that hearing a US southern-but-not-French accent butcher French is much, much worse.

"MaRRRRdeeee Grassss!"

Oi it gives me direct hit damage.

Obligatory conversion of thread into a Trek reference:

[image: Animated gif from Star Trek TNG of Data saying, "That is from an obscure language known as French." The last word is highlighted in large text with a zoom in on Data for comedic emphasis.]

Ok this is kinda funny but imagine being surrounded by people who sound like this. The French language was a mistake in the first place but combining it with English…. abomination

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[gongyussy]

good thing from jp twitter this week is queen of old man yaoi michiru sonoo discovering the term old man yaoi

update: somehow it got impossibly more wholesome

quick translation: おかえり: welcome home あ 終わった 終わった: ahhh, it's over! it's done! コーヒー? お茶?: coffee? tea? コ~ヒ~ ありがと: coffee, thank you~ ネクタイレア★★ ネクタイ���るレア★★★★: seeing him with a tie on, rarity level ★★, seeing him take a tie off, rarity level ★★★★ にあうな~: it suits him~

also please do follow: AraigumaSha: sensei's twitter account marureviere: maru, who does such valuable work highlighting bl manga for an international audience

[the-eccentric-eclectic]

Hey kid, look at me.

I want you to T-pose. Turn your right thumb up and your left thumb doen and look at your right thumb. Move your arms up and down a bit until you feel a nerve running from your armpit to your palm. Now turn your right thumb down and your left thumb up, and look at your left thumb. Keep your chest facing forward and your shoulders back. Move your arms again until you feel that nerve again. Keep alternating between these two for a minute, or look at each thumb thirty times each.

Now sit down. Put your left hand firmly under your left buttock, palm down. Keep your shoulders back and put your right hand over the crown of your head, very gently pulling it to the right. Do this for thirty seconds, then do it again but with your right hand under your right buttock.

These are stretches for the nerves in your arms, and are very good for people who sit behind a computer a lot, or fibre artists, or you name it. Do them daily. They will hurt in the beginning, but keep doing them, even after the pain has gone, or it will return and you'll have to start all over.

[hellishqueer]

we ask that the defense not say "me when i lie" while the witness testifies

[atissi]

locked the fuck back in