#both of them bring time traveller

[profoundmakerdreamerss-blog]

Tomarry AU time travel but with a twist

— where Tom and Harry are best friends but Harry ends up falling for Tom — and Tom? He rejects him. Because Tom isn't ready. Because he thinks relationships are a waste of time — and believes what he and Harry has is better. And, Harry? Though hurt, accepts his answer. Though there is some residual awkwardness — they go back to being friends.

But— now, Tom is more aware of Harry. Now, that he knows Harry is okay with having a romantic relationship with him, he starts noticing things that he hasn't before. He starts thinking about Harry more than he did before (which basically means he thought about him every second now, back then it was one thought per ten seconds but anyways—) and having realizations about himself that he has been ignoring before due to always thinking about the future. After all he is a busy man with a grand plan — he was just too busy to have time for something mundane like introspection, am I right?

Unfortunately, though before Tom could do something about his emotions derailing his plans — Harry dies. For him. To save him

Tom being Tom, through his all consuming grief and regrets — breaks time conventions to save Harry and ends up travelling back on the day Harry came to Hogwarts. And as Tom tries to make amends for his mistakes by trying to befriend Harry, who is the new transfer student earlier than before, he realizes how strange Harry used to be.

How he would act skittish around Tom or glare at him with so much hatred that would make him stumble. Because Harry never did that, or did he? That didn't matter though, because Tom would win him over anyways — because he is the one whom Harry loves loved. So, he is one who would end up winning him anyways — not Black or Longbottom for that matter.

So this au is basically time travelling harry and time travelling tom but both of them from different points of time, trying to do their best — trying to save the world (for Tom, it's Harry and is that my way of implying Harry was his world? Yes.)

[regallibellbright]

I think it’d be really, really funny if the Civilians of Twilight Town keep trying to guess what Roxas, Xion, Lea, and Isa’s deal is, trying to fit them into SOME sort of even remotely traditional family structure and end up with, like, six different competing rumors even before the polite blonde girl who divides her time between “the old abandoned mansion, which they guess she owns?” and “nowhere in the area.”

And then the visiting scientist.

And the other visiting scientist.

And the scientists’ apparent son (other son?), who spends his entire trip talking with Pence about something they’ve clearly been collaborating on for at least a year despite the fact that no one’s ever seen him before.

Xion introduces a boy who looks nothing like her, currently lives with his family (not, she specifies, her family,) and has no relationship with Roxas or Lea whatsoever. Apparently they’re both the children (okay, he says creations, but Even’s an odd one) of one of the scientists. Technically, they say. They look nothing alike. They’re pretty sure he doesn’t live with the scientist, either. He does know Namine (presumed to be the scientists’ mutual daughter) but they say they’re not siblings point blank. Someone crosses Xion and Namine being sisters off a whiteboard, then considers and puts a question mark there.

Roxas’s incredibly obvious identical twin shows up and they claim to be half-brothers. Roxas will skateboard away from all followup questions. On another trip, he’ll bring a third boy who introduces himself as “the other half of (Ven’s) heart” and then immediately refers to Roxas, Xion, and Ven (but not Lea or the other boy, who nonetheless knows him) as his siblings. He claims to have been born at the dawn of time and just after the worlds shattered and also sixteen years ago. (Vanitas knows exactly what he is doing and is THRIVING off the chaos.)

Based off similar hair colors, her apparent dislike of Lea, and sheer desperation, half the town is convinced that Aqua and Isa are siblings and she sided with him during the breakup. There’s no consensus about how Terra fits into this. (Isa’s not correcting them. About any of this. It’s not worth it.)

Seifer gets back from a journey of self-discovery and asks who the newbies are and gets shown eight different, mutually-contradictory conspiracy boards in the form of family tree/relationship charts. Lauriam and Elrena have been the source of multiple schisms among the gossip mill.

By the time Sora shows up again even Hayner, Pence and Olette are having trouble keeping everything straight, and they actually know the whole story.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

One of the funny things about me is that (despite shipping a lot of things) I am unable to imagine Sonic being in a domestic relationship with anyone unless Tails is present.

[themoonking]

i do think for sure that gambit and magneto are going to come back, but given that the show will have at least three seasons i can definitely see them staying dead for the rest of season one, if not longer, like how in the original series morph was dead for a while before being brought back.

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

Shocking news: being "high maintenance" aka going out of your way and spending time and energy on doing many little things to have your life the way you like it ... actually improves your quality of life

[icedteaandoldlace]

I will never understand why people hate Cisco because of that one time he got mad at Barry for indirectly causing his brother's death. First of all, that was a very short period of time, he forgave him VERY quickly, and that doesn't define his entire character or his entire relationship with Barry. And second, HIS BROTHER FUCKING DIED. Like, that's kind of a big deal. Does no one in this fandom have siblings??

[peppermintack]

show tempe gang crossover with the morris islanders would actually have been the best episode of bones ever. btw

[alsaurus-loves-dean]

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[theheadlessgroom]

https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/723694424323997696/beatingheart-bride-theheadlessgroom

@beatingheart-bride

“So let me get this straight,” Elizabeth began, after a pregnant pause as she sat forward, brow furrowed and fingers laced together before she gestured to Emily, saying, “You’ve come from a future...a future in which we’re all dead, but...we’re not in heaven. Instead, we live on Earth in Gracey Manor, and you...you’re missing?”

“I am,” Randall nodded with a small shrug. “Emily has no idea where I went in the future. It’s one of the things we’d like to...avoid with this plan.”

Elizabeth nodded at that, before continuing, “And...you’ve come back in time, for reasons unknown, and by means unknown...but you remember everything...and Dorian...you said you’ve been having nightmares about this future? I-I mean, I knew you told me you’d been having nightmares, but...I didn’t know you were having ones about us dying!”

“I know, I know, and I���m sorry I didn’t tell you before,” Dorian sighed, shaking his head. “It’s just...they frightened me, and I didn’t want to frighten you too.”

Understanding that, she sighed and nodded as she took his hand, looking between him and Emily, finishing, “And now...you’ve devised a plan to fool both your parents into believing you’re engaged to be married, only for all of us to escape the day of the wedding while everyone else is distracted?”

“That just about sums it up, Lizzie,” Dorian nodded, before sighing, “I...I know it sounds insane, and I understand if...if you don’t believe it; I know I could scarcely believe it when Emily first told me it, but...it’s the truth. It’s mad, I know, but it’s true. Just as true as my love for you.”

He punctuated this with a squeeze to her hand, a squeeze she returned as she smiled back at him, grateful to know that her feelings were not as unrequited as she had thought for so long, as she took a deep breath, saying, “I believe you, Dorian. About our love, and about...everything you’ve told me. It’s...certainly not what I expected to learn when I woke up this morning, but...I can’t refute it. I know when you’re joking, Dorian, and I know when you’re not. And if you’re taking this seriously, then so am I. And I’ll do anything I can to make sure this plan goes off without a hitch.”

[cassiefisherdrake]

Since we now know that the Pyramids are quite literally shaped by the Witness' experiences and will, it makes me wonder... how much are the Winnower, the Darkness, and the Witness all shaped by each other? They are separate entities, but how much changing of shape do they exert on each other? Are the Pyramids allowed to change shape under the Witness' experiences as if the Winnower does not care what shape it takes so long as the tool does what it is meant to or is it a give-and-take? A mutual exchange of ideas that forward the end goal of the Winnower's desires for the Flower Game?

[wolfjackle-creates]

So I got permission from @hailsatanacab to do an angsty take on the dinner scene. I've just been thinking about it nonstop since I first read it.

Word count: 1,762

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Danny followed Tim into the dining room, only to freeze when his eyes landed on the figure at the head of the table.

Bruce.

Bruce was looking at two of the other people at the table, a small smile on his face as they argued over something. Danny couldn’t focus enough on their voices to figure out what their fight was about, though.

All he could remember was the last time he’d seen that smile. Things had been dire; they hadn’t had good news in days. But then Nightwing had shown up unexpectedly, safe and mostly uninjured. And he and Danny had started a pun off to distract some children they’d been protecting.

Bruce had watched them with that same small smile.

“—ny? Danny!” Tim waved a hand in front of his face, breaking his line of sight and pulling Danny back into the present. “Are you okay?”

Danny opened his mouth, but closed it and swallowed. He dug his nails into his palms to try and keep himself in the present. “I— Sorry. I just. Sorry.” He’d had a plan, and this wasn’t it. Instead, he was here babbling like an idiot. “Um. Why is Bruce Wayne here?”

A boy, several years younger than them, scoffed at him. “Why would Father not be here? It is his home.”

Danny’s mouth fell open and he spun on Tim. “His home! You live with Bruce Wayne? What the hell, Tim! Why didn’t you say something!”

Tim started laughing and held up his hands, Danny rather wanted to punch him. Through his laughter, Tim said, “Dude, I thought you knew! It’s not a secret that B adopted me last year.”

“I’m not from Gotham!” Danny couldn’t keep the hysteria from his voice. Bruce was right there. He was whole and healthy and there was no giant hole in his chest and he wasn’t cold and rigid in death, unable to say even a final word before the life left his eyes. Danny hugged himself and tried to push the memories away.

That had never happened. Never would happen now.

Tim’s laughter died and his eyes narrowed. Danny recognized the look of a bat trying to put together a mystery. “You really didn’t know? Sorry.” He shook his head with a wry smile. “At least I know you aren’t friends with me for my wealth and connections.”

“Tt, your friend appears to be severely lacking in intelligence, Drake,” declared the young boy again.

And now Danny recognized it. Robin. That was Robin. Several years younger than he remembered. He flinched. Dan hadn’t succeeded in killing the boy, but he’d been permanently injured before Danny had ever made it to the future. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry.” He looked back to Bruce through his bangs.

He was still there, frowning now, with narrowed eyes. The exact expression he’d worn when Danny had first met him in the future. Danny’s eyes burned, but he couldn’t help but smile at the familiar expression.

“Don’t apologize!” said the man sitting next to Robin. He’d put an arm around Robin’s shoulders and covered his mouth. “Damian was rude to you. I’m Dick, Tim’s oldest brother. Sorry if we surprised you.”

Oh, that was Nightwing. Danny tore his eyes from Bruce and looked around the table, trying to place some of the other faces. He hadn’t met all of them in the future, or he would’ve recognized Tim. But he’d gotten close to Bruce and Dick. And, while Robin was always prickly, he’d forgiven Danny at the end before helping him get back to the past-present.

“Danny?” Tim nudged his shoulder.

Danny shook himself. Shit, he couldn’t keep spacing out like this. “I— Sorry.” He winced. Could he say anything else. “Just. It’s a lot.” He huffed a laugh. “Having dinner with Batman was not on the agenda. At least… not yet.” He glanced back at Bruce.

Everyone froze. It was so silent, Danny could hear the blood rushing in his ears. Bruce was alive. Robin—Damian—had never lost his hand. Danny wanted to rub at his eyes, wipe away the burning he could feel.

But he was held fast by Bruce’s stare.

A girl forced out a laugh. “Batman? What are you talking about?”

Danny flinched again. He hadn’t meant to say that.

Bruce shook his head, breaking their eye contact, and fixed a falsely-cheerful grin at Danny. “Hello, Danny. Clearly we’ve surprised you. I apologize for that, but I’m afraid there’s no Batman here, only me.”

Bruce’s voice broke something in Danny. He never thought he’d hear it again. At least not directed at him. Even after moving to Gotham, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever actually reach out, whatever plans he’d considered.

But here was Bruce. Talking directly to Danny. He lost the fight and burst into tears, launching himself at his future-past mentor.

He wrapped his arms around Bruce, burying his face in his chest as he sobbed. Bruce used a different aftershave in this time. And a different soap. He’d clearly showered recently and didn’t smell of kevlar and sweat and blood.

He smelled different, but the way Bruce had frozen under his hug, the way his arms were held out in shock. Those gestures were the exact same as they’d been the first time Danny had hugged him in the future that’d never be.

And Danny couldn’t stop crying his relief into Bruce’s chest. “You’re alive, you’re here. I’m here. You’re alive.”

But this Bruce didn’t remember anything. He didn’t know who Danny was or why he’d react like this. He had never taken time from the end of the world to mentor a distressed orphan. Danny pulled away. As soon as he was free, Bruce took a hurried step back.

“I’m sorry,” he said. Again. Ancients, couldn’t he say anything else? He wiped at his eyes, still unable to stop crying.

“Um, that’s okay,” said Dick. “But… Are you okay?”

Danny huffed a mirthless laugh and wiped his eyes again. “I— Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t plan for it to happen like this.” He shot a pathetic attempt at a glare at Tim who was staring back wide eyed. “It’s just— Fuck. Damn it.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Bruce had made him repeat the code dozens of times. And he’d kept up the practice once he’d returned to the present.

Bruce spoke again. “I think you’d better explain.”

Danny winced again. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, I’m trying.” He took another breath and let out the code in a rush. “ETA fifteen minutes. East-West alps route for birds over unrelenting nonstop dangers.”

“Holy shit,” said a voice from the table.

But Danny ignored them, staring just at Bruce who took a step forward, eyes wide. He shook himself then looked Danny up and down, cataloging his clothes and appearance. For the first time since he’d run to Gotham, Danny felt self conscious of the frayed cuffs of his sweatshirt and the stains he’d been unable to get out of his jeans.

After a long minute of scrutiny, the others whispering getting louder in the background, Bruce’s face softened and he took another step forward to clasp Danny’s shoulder. “Are you safe right now?”

Danny leaned into the touch and nodded. “Yeah. I— I wasn’t even planning on approaching you yet. But, well. When I saw you sitting there…”

Bruce nodded and led him towards a chair. “Take a seat. Let’s have dinner and we can get to know you. And then we’ll bring you to the cave and we’ll get to work on your file.”

Alfred cleared his throat. “And I’ll prepare a room for you, Master Danny. Which room did you use before?”

Danny rubbed the back of his neck and smiled ruefully. “I’m afraid I didn’t have one. Things were… bad in the future. I never lived here. Never even met Tim before, which is why I didn’t recognize him. Though I think we talked over comms. It’s Blackbird, right?”

Tim shook his head. “Uh, no. I go by Red Robin.”

“Huh. Red Robin. I’ll keep it in mind.” Danny looked to Dick. “And you’re Nightwing.” To Damian, he said, “And you’re Robin, right?”

Damian gave a curt nod, but Dick was much more friendly. “You’ve got it, Danny. Welcome to the family!”

Two other people had seats at the table. A black boy a bit younger than him and a blonde girl that looked about his age. “I’m afraid I don’t recognize either of you.”

“Duke, Signal. I’m the newest member of the group.”

“And I’m Steph!” said the girl. “Spoiler in the field. Never seen the time travel code used before. When are you from?”

Danny shrugged. “I’m from this time. But about two years ago I was sent ten years into the future due to a world-ending threat. Worked closely with Bruce until…” he trailed off. “Anyway, I got close to him before figuring out how to stop the threat in my own time and thus prevent the situation in the first place. So I came back. When we realized what I’d have to do, B gave me the code and told me to go to him if I ever needed help.”

Dick shook his head and gave Bruce a stern look. “B! How could you? If it ever happens again, be sure to tell our brother to come home as soon as possible. Poor Danny here probably thought he shouldn’t come home unless his life was in danger or something!”

Danny cocked his head. “What do you mean, ‘brother?’ And ‘come home’?”

“See!” Dick gestured at him. “You give him the family code and he doesn’t even know what it means!”

“Family code! What are you talking about!” Danny looked back and forth between Bruce and Dick. “You didn’t say anything about that!”

Tim sat down next to him and started piling food onto his plate. “That code he gave you? Means he considers you one of his. For better or worse, you’re one of us. Dysfunction and all.”

Danny looked back at Bruce, mouth opening and closing. Bruce was blushing very slightly, but he nodded. “They’re right. I apologize if I didn’t properly explain the significance of the code to you previously, but we’re glad you’re home now.”

Once again, Danny couldn’t stop the tears. But this time he was smiling, too. “Thanks for trusting me so much.”

“ETA fifteen minutes, kiddo,” said Dick. “From this point on, we’ll always have your back.”

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Hope you all enjoy!

Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

[queeenpersephone]

honestly the power and influence of billie piper playing rose tyler. she had both chris eccleston and david tennant wrapped around her finger. her chemistry with both of them is to this day insane. the other actors in doctor who long after her bring her up in conversation and she continues to be brought up in the show. on a zoom reunion, she was snatched up as ‘companion you’d want to travel with’ instantly. she’s an ordinary girl but there’s no one like her. her arc is so good that they regularly try to recreate or deconstruct it. some of the episodes she’s in are terrible but it doesn’t matter. the doctor loves her so much it both saved him and killed him. multiple times. she lives rent free in every doctor who fan’s mind. love her, hate her, or indifferent to her, she’s the basis for comparison. she’s at the tip of the tongue of people who gush about the show and people who complain. billie piper still affirms her unpopular (correct) opinions about rose and the doctor. she was the consistency, the heart, and she redefined the entire fandom.

[tonycries]

FIRST masterlist! This masterlist has all my writing from 06/02/24 up until 01/10/24 — for my recent works click on my SECOND MASTERLIST <3

Men In Uniform Do It Best!

Dirty Lil' Secrets

A Picture Lasts Long (But Not As Long As That D*ck)

I'm Addicted, I Admit It!

Give Me Tough Love

Never Ever Seen This Before!

We Don't Have No Babies!

Like A Fever

Bad Things (To You)

Prettier When Messy!

Care For You!

Green-eyed Monster

So Lonely In My Mansion!

Kiss Me More!

Girl, I Do This Often

Cause, I Love Freaks!

Sl*t Me Out!

Match My Freak!

WAP!

R U Mine?

Hot To Go!

Girl, You Earned It!

I'm A BIG Stepper!

BODY-ODY!

SOOO ANXIOUS

Long Overdue!

THIS P*SSY DEPRESSED!

The Family Matter?!

I-T G-I-R-L!

I Lasted Ten Rounds!

BRAT!

She's My Vitals!

ONE-SHOTS

Three's a Crowd (But Four...) — “So, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?” “Why? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?” In which you and your boyfriend find very unconventional uses for his powers.

Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 1] [Part 2] — There were two things missing in the scene in front of you: 1. The aphrodisiac chocolate your friends had given as a gag gift last Christmas that had been hidden away in the back of your refrigerator. 2. Your dear fiancé.

Dream A Little Dream — For the strongest, it was a privilege to dream. Especially when his dream is you. 

Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

One More? Please? — A kiss always solves everything! But when a kiss turns into something more…well, it’s only a desperate attempt to unseal yourselves from this damned prison realm, right? Right?

Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers... — You don’t know what’s faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast you’re on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.

Hope They Catch Us — When you’re on-screen, it’s always a rivalry to see who’s best - you just never thought that it would be the same struggle in bed.

Unmistakably Yours — In which the strongest bends space and time - literally - after coming back from deatḣ, to do what he’s always wanted to do - you.

Madam Gojo — Gojo Satoru, the strongest clan leader in all of Japan - and the most dangerous, too. You, rejected by the elders, and totally not his future bride, right? Right?

Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) — In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.

The Heir — No, your clan leader husband won’t stop until he gives you an heir. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out alive.

LONGFICS

The Call — After an explosive fight with your boyfriend, you really should feel sorry about being swept up by the blue-eyed stranger at the club - but it’s so hard when he kisses you like that.

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy — He knows that you would be one of his favorite stories from his travels. And you know that you want nothing more than to stay by his side. After meeting an alluring cowboy at Ol’ Rustcliffe Saloon, both of you are sure of one thing - this must be fate.

Go For It, Gojo! [Part 1] [Part 2] — You wouldn’t fuck Gojo Satoru even if you were paid…is what you thought exactly five minutes before you were shoved against the wall of this cramped closet, his face stuffed in your soaked panties.

Unhoneymooners!? — The universe was surely playing a joke on you. Here you were, trapped on a luxury getaway with your - dangerously handsome, extremely obnoxious - ex. Either you were going to kill each other or end up pinned beneath him, split apart on his cóck. You just didn’t know what would come first.

AITA For F*cking My Sugar Daddy's Son?! — When your sugar daddy just isn’t paying attention to you, can you really be blamed for fúcking his son? Especially when his son is absolutely obsessed with you.

Bad Boys Bring Roses — You’ve never dealt with the yakuza - not once. So why is the future head of the Gojo clan suddenly coming up to you, demanding that you marry him for 30 days?

The Way You Kiss Me — The four times Satoru tries really hard not to kiss you - his best friend’s pretty younger sister. And the one time he doesn’t.

Isn't That Sweet? (I Guess So) — Oh no! Why do your pantíes keep disappearing? Well, maybe your hot roommate knows the answer…

Haunting You — A bIoody trail of vampire attácks, a political marriage, and four suitors you’re forced to choose from - all haunting you. But none as much as the mysterious stranger that makes everything in you scream that you might just be fated for the very thing your kingdom is trying to escape from.

You'll Taste Me Too! — How do you last three days on a work trip with the man you hate the most in the office? You don’t - you end up pinned underneath him, instead.

We Neva Play! — Turns out, the “r” in rivals stands for “really good séx” when a mission becomes a little too hot to handle.

Something Stupid — Five times the strongest would rather díe than tell you he loves you, and the one time he almost does. Almost.

ONE-SHOTS

Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

Like An Animal — Of course Toji doesn’t want any more kids. Of course he’s lying as he stuffs your pretty cúnt full of his cúm for the third time tonight.

Whiskey, Neat, With a Side of You — When your date stands you up, you’re lucky that the hot bartender is more than happy to keep you company! 

Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers... — You don’t know what’s faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast you’re on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.

F*ck You! (Literally) — Of course, you hated your ex-husband. Of course, you found yourself in bed with him on your wedding anniversary.

LONGFICS

Government Hooker — With the fame and glory of being an international popstar comes the inevitable threat of an overzealous stalker. You just didn’t think that it would also come with a very sexy, buff bodyguard behind your every move.

Madam Zenin — There’s nothing that rouses Toji, the infamous head of the Zenin clan, nothing that will make him lose control - until they take what’s most important to him. You.

ONE-SHOTS

Brooklyn Baby — Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades. Said Suguru doesn’t want to fuck anyone else but you. He couldn’t give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.

Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

Golden Boy — Falling right back in love with the cult leader you’re supposed to kíll? Happens more often than you’d think.

LONGFICS

ONE-SHOTS

Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

A Million Dollar Baby! — Turns out, rent can be paid in much more than one way.

LONGFICS

ONE-SHOTS

Welcome To The Itadori's! — Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does. 

FIVE! — Five hours - it’s all it takes for Choso’s baby fever to take over. After all, you’d look so pretty with his kid - five of them, in fact.

LONGFICS

Great With Kids? (You Can Have Mine) — When your younger brother gets a new babysitter, only two questions linger on your mind: 1. How come your parents didn’t trust you in charge? 2. How dare the sexy babysitter be so perfect - it made you want some attention too.

Freak On The Cam! — Choso always loved watching you - his pretty lil’ camgírl - from behind the screen. Who knew he’d love being on-screen with you even more?

ONE-SHOTS

Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) — In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.

LONGFICS

Exes who...

Love Is Blind

“She My Best Friend, Yeah We Not a Couple.”

Wanna Do Bad Things To You

I Wanna Get Freaky On Camera

Lemme Ride, Baby!

Can I Fill You Up, Baby?

"Pull On It. Harder."

Little Heaven

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[kittlyns]

The day I get over traveling alone is the day I'm unstoppable

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Terry Pratchett about fantasy ❤

Terry Pratchett interview in The Onion, 1995 (x)

O: You’re quite a writer. You’ve a gift for language, you’re a deft hand at plotting, and your books seem to have an enormous amount of attention to detail put into them. You’re so good you could write anything. Why write fantasy?

Terry: I had a decent lunch, and I’m feeling quite amiable. That’s why you’re still alive. I think you’d have to explain to me why you’ve asked that question.

O: It’s a rather ghettoized genre.

Terry: This is true. I cannot speak for the US, where I merely sort of sell okay. But in the UK I think every book— I think I’ve done twenty in the series— since the fourth book, every one has been one the top ten national bestsellers, either as hardcover or paperback, and quite often as both. Twelve or thirteen have been number one. I’ve done six juveniles, all of those have nevertheless crossed over to the adult bestseller list. On one occasion I had the adult best seller, the paperback best-seller in a different title, and a third book on the juvenile bestseller list. Now tell me again that this is a ghettoized genre.

O: It’s certainly regarded as less than serious fiction.

Terry: (Sighs) Without a shadow of a doubt, the first fiction ever recounted was fantasy. Guys sitting around the campfire— Was it you who wrote the review? I thought I recognized it— Guys sitting around the campfire telling each other stories about the gods who made lightning, and stuff like that. They did not tell one another literary stories. They did not complain about difficulties of male menopause while being a junior lecturer on some midwestern college campus.

Fantasy is without a shadow of a doubt the ur-literature, the spring from which all other literature has flown. Up to a few hundred years ago no one would have disagreed with this, because most stories were, in some sense, fantasy. Back in the middle ages, people wouldn’t have thought twice about bringing in Death as a character who would have a role to play in the story. Echoes of this can be seen in Pilgrim’s Progress, for example, which hark back to a much earlier type of storytelling. The epic of Gilgamesh is one of the earliest works of literature, and by the standard we would apply now— a big muscular guys with swords and certain godlike connections— That’s fantasy. The national literature of Finland, the Kalevala. Beowulf in England. I cannot pronounce Bahaghvad-Gita but the Indian one, you know what I mean. The national literature, the one that underpins everything else, is by the standards that we apply now, a work of fantasy.

Now I don’t know what you’d consider the national literature of America, but if the words Moby Dick are inching their way towards this conversation, whatever else it was, it was also a work of fantasy. Fantasy is kind of a plasma in which other things can be carried. I don’t think this is a ghetto. This is, fantasy is, almost a sea in which other genres swim. Now it may be that there has developed in the last couple of hundred years a subset of fantasy which merely uses a different icongraphy, and that is, if you like, the serious literature, the Booker Prize contender. Fantasy can be serious literature. Fantasy has often been serious literature. You have to fairly dense to think that Gulliver’s Travels is only a story about a guy having a real fun time among big people and little people and horses and stuff like that. What the book was about was something else. Fantasy can carry quite a serious burden, and so can humor. So what you’re saying is, strip away the trolls and the dwarves and things and put everyone into modern dress, get them to agonize a bit, mention Virginia Woolf a few times, and there! Hey! I’ve got a serious novel. But you don’t actually have to do that.

(Pauses) That was a bloody good answer, though I say it myself.

[stychu-stych]

Could we have some of your Lamb head canons please?

I'm going with my modern au because it's my little obsession right now sijssj

I'm cutting the post so it wouldn't be so long. The whole description is below

So the whole thing with Old Faith as the most powerful religion and Bishops is mostly the same like in the game. The world looks similar to our in 1700s, sheep was hunted down over the decades and Lambert was in the group of the last ones. That group was caught and killed, Lamb was lucky enough to be outside the camp at this time but they didn't enjoy their freedom for so long. As a single sheep it was hard to survive on their own

Lamb seeing their wife for the first time sjsbsjsh

Lamber was caught some time later by bounty hunters. However, an accident happened when Lamb tried to escape one night - there were shot in the stomach badly enough that further travel was impossible without them bleeding out. So since Lamb was going to die anyway, the bounty hunters figured out they'd at least bring Old Faith their head. They didn't wait for Lamb to bleed out first, so that death wasn't fast or easy.

First years as a cult leader weren't easy. Taking care of the flock, learning how to fight, figuring out how rituals work, it was a lot for young Death's vessel. Lamb couldn't get used to their new role for some time. But Ratau was a huge help, beloved rat-dad was as much supportive as he could

After their first century as cult leader, Lamb began to feel comfortable in their role, perhaps a little to much I would say. Their grow their wool and started to pay more attention to their appearance and to the things that brought them pleasure. They started to fully enjoy their immortal life, to be too self-confident focused too much on themselves. They liked being in the center of attention, with the flock fully devoted to them. They even started to add a new tattoo with every kill of a Bishop or their the most devoted followers (as a trophy)

Beginning of XX century, Lamb become TOWW's little killing machine, no fear of death or pain. Ready to die, just to stand up and go killing again. They were fully devoted to Narinder in the most toxic way, ready to do absolutely everything just to make their god satisfied. Lamb didn't even realize how obsessed they were with Narinder at that time

Modern times, with Narinder already indoctrinated into the cult. Lamb as a selfish, egocentric, ready to do everything to achieve their goals bastard. Still unhealthy devoted to Narinder but this time in a different way - on one hand madly in love with him, on the other hating him with all their heart because of he did to them. Either way both of those strong feelings keep them close to him

Jeez this post took me more time to write than to draw djdbdjdj I'm soooo bad at writing