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[mizgnomer]

Behind the Scenes of the Thirteenth-to-Fourteenth Doctor Regeneration in Power of the Doctor - Part One

Excerpt from Benjamin Cook's article in DWM #584:

Across the studio, executive producer Phil Collinson, director Rachel Talalay, and a growing number of crew members are huddled around a laptop. What are they watching? Rachel motions for David and DWM to join them. “I want to show you Jodie’s half of the regen,” she says. “Ooh yes, please,” says David. “This is exciting, isn’t it?” But secrecy is paramount. “What I also wanted to show you, David, is the few minutes leading up to it –” “But I’m not allowed to see?” David finds this very funny. Rachel presses play. We watch the Thirteenth Doctor’s final 45 seconds. “There she is!” exclaims David, as Jodie steps out of the TARDIS onto a rocky peak – the sea ahead of her, the sun starting to rise. “On a clifftop??” Phil looks on approvingly. “This is unusual,” he says. “Blimmin’ hell.” “It’s beautiful,” adds David. [...] Rachel’s last work on the series was the Twelfth Doctor’s 2017 swansong, Twice Upon a Time – which ended with Jodie’s very first scene. Having midwifed the Thirteenth, Rachel has returned to see in the Fourteenth, directing today’s regeneration and the first 2023 Special. “I am so lucky I get to do this,” she says. “That I get to re-regenerate David Tennant is phenomenal. I was already incredibly interested in returning. Just the fact that Russell was coming back was enough. When I was told it was David too, that took me to a whole other level.” In studio, on Rachel’s laptop, Jodie has finished regenerating. (David: “That’s all we’re getting? I want to know what happens next!”) Cut to black and an on-screen caption: “Over to you, Russell!” Rachel runs David through her camera moves. “We don’t want to pull out on Jodie, then keep pulling out on you. We want to push in on Jodie, so we want to reverse this shot, push in as the morph starts, your clothes disintegrate –” David: “Uh huh.” Rachel: “– and by the time we get into the final position, it’ll be fully you. Everyone will be like, ‘Holy wow! I thought this would be Ncuti Gatwa.’ And then, David, it’s over to you. Tell us what you want to do.” “Exactly the same as I did last time?” “Sure. Why not.” [...] On set, David is taking a selfie with the TARDIS. “I’ve got to send Jodie this,” he says, gleefully. “I’m texting her and sending her pictures, because obviously she isn’t here, but she’s my mate, and we’ve got her on a screen to line me up…”

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[misslavenderlady]

A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 15

Summary: Michael and David have been thoroughly enjoying their time as a couple. But while they do have plenty of loved ones that support them, there may still be quite a few intense challenges to overcome.

Full credit to @silvermaplealder for the gif of David and Michael!

TW: Chapter contains mentions of abuse and mental health/stress

Heyyyyy....so uh.....it's been a year. Whoopsie. I genuinely am sorry to keep everyone waiting. This past year has been a rollercoaster of events. I hope you understand and still welcome my fic with this update 💜

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To be with your one, true love was something that only a few lucky souls in the world got to experience. Whether someone found their happiness with a romantic partner, a platonic friend, or a loving family, it was true bliss to be with the person you cared most about. David knew he had found that kind of love when he had crossed paths with his boys long ago.

But Michael? This was an entirely different feeling. Something fresh and exciting and full of hope. Michael was the first person he wanted to see when he awoke after sunset, and the one he would kiss farewell before hiding away from the sunrise. What made their newfound love even sweeter was the fact that he could tell Michael felt the same way. 

For the first couple of weeks after they made love together, David would occasionally peek into Michael's mind, ever-so curious as to whether or not the cowboy was still pleased with their relationship. It made his heart soar whenever he heard thoughts of joy, adoration, and occasional lust. 

Though as the season shifted from summer into autumn, David found no use in his vampire tricks any longer. He didn't need to pry into Michael's mind to understand him. It was far easier to notice when the brunet wanted something or was enjoying their time together. It was interesting, and certainly not unwelcome. Change could be a good thing, and Michael was proof of that.

And he had full intentions of enjoying every moment they shared together. Tonight was one of those times.

“You really trust me enough to be here for this?”

“‘Course I do! Don’t you worry yourself, alright?”

Michael had his hand fully grasped around David’s, eagerly guiding him to the barn on the Emerson property. As per usual, they had just finished enjoying a filling, delicious dinner made from scratch by Lucy. Now Michael was ready to wrap up some chores around the place before spending the night having fun. 

Usually, David would take the opportunity to sneak away with the other boys in order to find and drain a victim. Lucy knew how to keep their bellies full, but they still relied on the taste of fresh blood to keep their vampiric powers going strong. But this time was a bit different. Michael had asked David to join him for one particular task he had to do. Something that was incredibly important, according to him. 

“I think you’re really gonna like this, David,” Michael assured him with a bright smile. “It’s one of my favorite things to do ‘round here.”

David’s curiosity grew with each step as they walked further into the barn, the sound of hay crunching under their boots filling his ears all the while. It was the only thing he heard until a second, much louder sound surprised him.

“MOOOOOOOO”

It shouldn’t have been a surprise to hear the noise of a farm animal in a place like this, but what truly caught the vampire off guard was hearing a bold noise come out of a small creature. 

Standing in one corner of the barn was a little calf. A fluffy coat of black and white fur, a shiny, wet snout, and a swishing tail. She seemed to perk up at the sight of the two boys, as if it knew they were there to give her plenty of attention. Michael giggled at such a sight. 

“Yeah yeah, I know, girl,” Michael said. “You know what’s comin’, dontcha?”

The cowboy leaned down to get on the little cow’s level, giving her a nice scratch under her chin as a greeting. Her big, brown eyes fluttered shut, and she leaned into his hand more, no doubt enjoying the sensation. While he kept petting her, Michael turned his gaze back to David.

“This little lady is Cookie! She’s a Lineback. Sam and I picked her up at an auction across town last week!” he explained. “She’s spoiled rotten ‘cause of how plum cute she is~”

You’d have to be an absolute monster not to melt at the sight of such a sweet little creature. And that was saying something, since David technically was such a thing. He softly smiled at the calf, kneeling down to meet her at eye level. She was still a bit spooked, backing up suddenly when he moved towards her. A twinge of guilt ran through him at the sight. 

“Aww don’t feel bad, David! She’s just a little shy when it comes to meetin’ new people,'' Michael assured him. “Besides, you’ll become her best friend once you give her this.”

Michael reached into a bag he had brought along for their trip. It took no more than a moment for him to fish out exactly what he needed. In his hand, he held a large, rectangular plastic bottle with a thick, white liquid sloshing around inside. A rubber nipple was secured at the end of it, much like a baby bottle. 

“She’s still bein’ bottle fed. I do this a couple times a day. Since she doesn’t have her mama, this’ll be how she gets big and strong,” he explained, giving the bottle a light shake. Cookie’s eyes widened at the sight while her tail swished around some more. The two boys giggled at the sight of her excitement. It was like seeing a dog wag its tail when being offered a treat. 

Michael gave David a smile as he held out the bottle for him to take. “Why don’t you try feedin’ her?”

“Well, I’ve never done this before, so I may need some help so that I don’t look like an idiot,” David admitted. 

“No worries! It’s a lot easier than ya think!”

After giving him some pointers on how to position the bottle and how to get her to latch on, Michael stood back in order to let David do his thing. Careful to follow the advice given, David allowed Cookie to come up to him and take a drink at her own pace. Sure enough, she became a lot more friendly with him once she got a taste of the milk. 

A bright smile spread across his face as he watched the calf drink. Michael was right when he said it was easier than he realized. She snorted and gulped, noisily taking as much milk as she wanted. He had to admit, it was quite precious. It really felt like he was bonding with the little creature. 

That was, until she pulled away and pushed her head against the bottle, causing it to slam against his leg. 

“Ow! What was that for?”

Michael let out an amused laugh, clearly enjoying seeing David get flustered by a baby animal. 

“She’s nudging! When calves are around their mothers, they do that to the udders as a way to get more of the milk to come out. But since it’s just you with a bottle, she thinks the same thing will happen ‘cause she doesn’t know the difference. Hurts like a bitch, don’t it?”

“It’s a good thing she’s cute. Otherwise, I’d have to scold her,” David said with a smirk. Cookie’s ears fluttered while she went back to work on drinking her milk. 

The two of them enjoyed more of Cookie’s feeding time, encouraging her and cooing at how adorable she was. The little cow was practically eating up the attention the same way she was eating up her meal. By the time she was finished with the bottle, the fur on her chin was soaked with milk. She seemed quite pleased with herself. 

“Atta girl,” Michael said. He took a rag from the same bag he had carried the milk in order to clean up the mess all around her face. Just as she did before, she tried to nudge Michael’s hand. “Sassy lil’ thing.”

“And definitely a daddy’s girl. She’s gonna miss you if you go back to school, Michael.”

The brunet let out a snort and a hearty laugh at such a comment.

“Hell nah, I ain’t goin’ back to school! I graduated a year early back in Texas. I ain’t doin’ more of that shit. Let Sammy deal with all that. I’ll stay here with my lil’ buddies,” he laughed, giving Cookie a playful rub behind the ears. 

The blond leaned up against one of the walls of the barn, letting out a sigh of relaxation while his boyfriend took care of Cookie. It put him at ease seeing Michael working hard. He did so much for his family and all the animals on their farm. Considering he used to only value partying hard and spilling blood, it was comforting to see someone who cared about doing things for others without expecting something in return.

“I don’t know how you do it,” David said.

“Whatcha mean?”

“I mean, I don’t know how you do all of this! How you take care of animals, do all the chores, take on a bunch of hard labor, and then still have time and energy to do stuff with me and the boys. Honestly, you’ve got a crazy amount of stamina. How do you do it?”

Michael pondered over David’s words. He stayed quiet for a moment, reflecting on them as he finished up with Cookie. He let out a tired sigh as he sat down in the hay and let the calf snuggle up on his lap.

“Honestly? I don’t really know myself,” he admitted. “It’s actually a lot more exhaustin’ than I make it look, David.”

It wasn’t an answer that David had been expecting. Growing curious, he stopped his leaning so that he could kneel down and be more at Michael’s eye level. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity, wordlessly asking what the human’s response meant. Michael gave him a sheepish smile, realizing he couldn’t take back his choice of words. 

“Between you, me, and Cookie, I take on as much as I possibly can because I don’t know how long I’ll get to do this.” 

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s like this: I’m the man of the house in the eyes of my mama. Sure, Grandpa’s still kickin’ but he ain’t no spring chicken. He needs my help with so much ‘round here. You weren’t here for it, but he nearly threw his back out just carryin’ some horse feed. He needs me, especially ‘cause Mama’s worried about him.”

Michael’s smile slowly faded as he spoke. The calf he held nuzzled up against him, enjoying being held as he spoke. Michael gently pet her, letting her relax into his hand. He always felt better around the animals. 

“I don’t mind helpin’ out. I care about my family. I want to look after them. But…I don’t wanna miss out on life while I’m young. It feels like….I dunno…like jugglin’, I guess. I wanna go wild, drink myself stupid, do some partyin’, go on adventures. But someday I’m gonna have to grow up. Maybe settle into some work for other farms to make more money. Get Sammy what he needs when he goes to college someday. Make sure Mama doesn’t have to work. There’s just so much to do in so little time…”

David’s eyebrows creased, and he frowned as he listened to Michael. In all the times he listened to the boys' thoughts, he never heard such things in his head. It was almost as if Michael was trying to act and not think. He pushed his thoughts and feelings aside so he could just focus on what was in front of him. It made David wonder just how long his boyfriend had been carrying around such burdens. Never acknowledging the work. 

“What about you, Michael?” David spoke up. “You keep talking about your family, but what about the stuff you want?”

“I already do the stuff I want!” Michael tried to assure him. “Every night we go ridin’ or raise a little hell on the boardwalk or even havin’ our jam sessions is always fun. I honestly haven’t felt so happy since the move.”

He carefully moved the hand that wasn’t petting Cookie in order to reach out and grab David’s hand. Out of a reflex, David immediately intertwined their fingers together. He never got tired of doing that.

“And you. I get to be with you, David. Every second we’re together makes me forget I even got troubles. You keep me in the moment. Don’t make everything feel so rushed.”

David softly smiled at the kind words Michael shared. He brought the human’s hand upward so that he could kiss the back of it. All the while, he ran his thumb over Michael’s knuckles. 

“I feel the same way, Cowboy,” he sighed. “I’d do anything to make you happy. I just….want to take away all those troubles you have. Life is meant to be savored, not rushed through. You deserve to enjoy all the stuff you like and not have to carry the pressure of your family.”

Not satisfied with just the smooch on his hand, Michael grabbed hold of David’s shirt, tugging him closer so that they could share a proper kiss. He giggled as he pressed his lips, enjoying the familiar scent of David’s cigarettes on his skin. When they broke apart, David had a grin of his own. 

“Carryin’ these things is my burden, darlin. As long as I’ve got you in my life, I’ll be just fine.”

“Well, I’ll still help when I can. We all will,” David assured him. 

Michael smirked at him, amused by such promises. Even if David was true to his word, he found it cute to see this bad boy turn into a loyal farm hand. 

“And if you just so happen to change your mind about all this work and just….I dunno….want to run away together and become a country and rock music duo and have a home of our own back in your hometown, I would absolutely go along with it.”

The human boy burst into a fit of giggles. Clearly such a specific scenario had been playing around in David’s mind for sometime. He really was crazy about that guy. 

“You’re too sweet, y’know that, Huckleberry?” 

“Only for you, Cowboy~” 

The two of them were so close and eager to share another kiss together. But as they leaned in to do it again, they were rudely interrupted by the fussy little cow on Michael’s lap.

“Mooooo!!!”

“You are such a drama queen,” Michael playfully scolded Cookie. “You’re not the only one that gets affection ‘round here, missy. Learn to share.”

David watched in amusement as Michael got back on his feet and hoisted the fluffy calf into the air. He followed the lead and stood back up as well, dusting off the hay and dirt from his beloved jacket. One of these days, he’d ask Michael to loan him some proper work clothes to wear around the farm. Or at the very least, he’d swipe them off some sucker after a hunt. 

Speaking of hunting, he hadn't heard from the boys yet. Usually, one of them would let him know when they were cleaning up after feeding. Had they not found a good meal yet?

“Michael, do you mind if I go looking for the boys? I'd love for them to meet Cookie too.” 

“Absolutely! The more the merrier,” Michael said. “Just do me a favor and take the bag and the bottle back inside. I'll put everything away once I'm done with the other animals.” 

With a quick nod and another peck, David was off for the Emerson house. He twirled the bag around his wrist as he followed the path to the back porch. Before he cut through the hall in order to get to the kitchen, something caught his eye in the dining room. 

“Oh! Hey, Sam!” 

Sitting in a chair at the dining table was the younger Emerson brother. Across the table were a variety of textbooks, looseleaf paper and composition notebooks. Sam was deep in focus, hunched over his work, with a pencil tapping in between his fingers. He barely gave David a glance as he read over his notes. 

“Wow! Better lower the enthusiasm before you break a blood vessel!” David said sarcastically, ready to leave the kid alone since he was clearly in a mood. 

Then again, maybe he shouldn’t be so harsh on him. He and Michael already messed with him enough with their pranks and roughhousing. David turned back around and softened his expression a little. The same look he usually had around Laddie.

“Sorry ‘bout that, Sam. Didn’t mean to sass you,” he apologized, leaning over one of the spare dining chairs. “Can I make it up to you, bud?”

Sam’s sour expression didn’t budge while he continued writing down answers for his homework. He only gave David a side glance rather than proper eye contact. 

“I dunno. Can you do ninth grade geometry?” 

“Uhhh….’fraid not,” David admitted. 

“Then no, you can’t. So you can just leave me alone. Stop botherin’ me already.”

David was growing more and more frustrated by the minute. He was itching to bare his fangs again and hiss at the boy. He didn’t take kindly to any attitude from bratty kids. Still, he wanted to keep his cool and make things right. If not for his own sake, then for Michael’s. 

“Sam, I don’t know what your problem is, but I’m not your enemy here. I’m trying to make nice with you here, so why do you still wanna act like you hate me?”

The younger boy flicked his pencil down onto the table and slammed his math book shut. Now David had his full attention, and Sam wasn’t looking too happy about it.

“You wanna know why I hate you?” he snapped. “It’s ‘cause I know you’re nothin’ but trouble! You’re dangerous! Bad to the bone!”

“So what if I am? Everyone has their flaws. Is it really fair to hate me for that? For trying to be better? I’m trying to do that for your family. For Michael!”

“How can I possibly trust that? How do I know you’re not gonna go and hurt my brother?”

David’s breathing was heavier and his stomach was churning. The more Sam argued with him, the more he wanted to prove himself. It was all so frustrating. This was the first time in ages he wanted to have a connection with humans. He didn’t want to be seen as a monster as others had for decades now. Letting out a sigh and lowering his guard, David allowed himself to be vulnerable to Michael’s brother.

“Because I love him.”

Silence hung in the air between the two of them. Sam’s baby blue eyes widened and his expression softened at the words. He could have expected any response except that. 

Though he already knew of Michael’s sexuality and blossoming relationship with David, he hadn’t been too enthusiastic about it. Paranoia about cryptic creatures trying to claw their way into Sam’s home life had put him on edge. Even if others broke bread with the Lost Boys, he hadn’t trusted for a second.

And yet….the look in David’s eyes was genuine. Not one bit of deception to be found. 

“You love him?”

“Yeah, Sam, I do.” 

Before Sam felt like he could rant a mile a minute to David’s face. Now he was quiet as a mouse, looking rather embarrassed for being so harsh before. David figured he would keep talking to get rid of some of the awkwardness. 

“Sam, I get it. You’re feeling protective of Michael. He’s your brother. I feel the same way about Marko, Dwayne and Paul.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. But we like it here. We like your family. And we take care of our family. I want to make Michael happy, just like he’s done for me. So I want you to know that I don’t want to hurt him.”

David offered a gesture that not too many had the honor of experiencing. He held out a gloved hand, ready to give a shake with Sam. 

“I just want to be your friend.”

Sam looked as if he was still on the fence about whether it was right to trust David. The warnings of Edgar and Alan echoed in his head. Maybe they were wrong. Maybe he had misread the whole situation with Max. Hell, maybe he even hallucinated that burn on his hand when they were at the party. 

After all the shenanigans, maybe it all boiled down to the fact that he was just a scared kid. Scared for both his mother and brother. Max wasn’t right for their family, but David was. What he and Michael had was real.

So with an ever-so faint smile, Sam accepted the offer and shook hands with David. The blond seemed to physically relax more, no doubt glad to get Sam’s acceptance. 

“Thanks, Sam,” David said. “I apprecia-”

“DAVID!”

A voice screamed out in the blond’s head. He tensed up, recognizing it was Dwayne calling out to him. He sounded so urgent and loud. Such qualities were very out of place when they talked.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Sam now had a look of concern on his face, worried by how shaken up David suddenly seemed to be.

“I-I...Sorry, I just realized I need to check on something…” David nervously explained. He let go of Sam’s hand and the bag he had held before sprinting off to the back door that he had come through. Something wasn’t right, and he couldn’t keep Dwayne waiting.

“I’m here! What’s wrong?”

“Emergency….help….us….”

“What’s going on? Dwayne, where are you guys??”

At that moment, David was sure his heart was going to drop into his stomach. The feeling only grew stronger when he got his answer.

“Max’s…..house…h-hurry…”

He was off like a shot. David didn’t even bother with his motorcycle. He didn’t care about how fast and reckless he was with flying into the night sky. His boys were in danger. There was no time to be cautious.

He didn’t even notice Sam coming out the back door. Just in time to see David taking flight. 

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[riding-with-caryl]

I wasn't sure I was going to make this post because I know others have made posts around this topic before. But after sitting with it and giving it some thought, I do feel that I want to go ahead and make it so I can add a perspective that I believe is worth sharing.

This is not about telling others how to feel or trying to control the fandom. I have zero interest in doing that. Feel what you feel, be that positive or negative. Your feelings are valid. It is about asking people to consider not projecting those feelings onto Melissa, painting your feelings as hers, victimising her, and declaring what is best for Melissa.

Melissa is a grown, middle-aged professional, business-savvy woman. She is not some shy, ineffectual, unable to make herself heard or have her voice listened to wallflower.

Melissa herself has clearly expressed and made clear on multiple occasions this year how happy she is. How excited she is about this spinoff, both season 2 and their plans going into season 3. She has talked about the way she and Zabel have worked together from very early on regarding Carol's story, and it is crystal clear from what she said that Mel has played a significant role in her story. She and Norman have played a significant role in their shared stories and the direction of this spinoff. That will include whether canon happens or not. Watch Mel, listen to her. She seems extremely comfortable and relaxed with David Zabel. You don't need to be a body language expert to pick that up because she makes it clear and obvious.

Now, some fans may not like David Zabel. That's your prerogative. Some fans may not like the decisions made when the spinoff airs and the direction it takes. Again, that is a personal thing that only we can decide for ourselves on an individual basis. Our opinions on those things, however different they may be, are all valid. But I believe it's really, really important that we express those feelings as being our own and not project them onto Melissa.

What I've seen a lot from fans these past few years is an expression of wanting Mel to be listened to, to have a voice & be able to express that voice. To not have others speaking for her. We all love Mel and care about her. I know I do, and I believe everyone who is so vocal about those things love and care about her, too. Why else would they try and fight so hard for her?

But here's the thing. (And this is why I feel so strongly about it and feel the need to make this post.) By projecting our own feelings onto Mel, by speaking for her, by saying what needs to happen for things to be best for her, to say the type of showrunner they need to hire to be the right showrunner for Mel, to even presume to know what Mel wants for Carol and Caryl and express that assumption as being her wishes is doing the exact same thing we claim to hate/be against. Namely, taking away Mel's agency by not listening to Mel's voice when she tells us how happy and excited she is about this spinoff, Carol's story, Caryl's story and the general direction it's headed. Not hearing the pure joy whenever she talks, including regarding Zabel. Dismissing & invalidating what she says by claiming she has to say that for whatever reason, claiming that she doesn't really feel that way and then presenting something that Mel didn't say or imply and stating that is what she *really* feels.

Now, I wasn't in TWD fandom in the early seasons. As is normal for me, much to my son's annoyance, I was very late to TWD party. But I have been in the Twitter fandom for several years at this point. My point I'm getting to with this is that I didn't witness in real time Melissa's happiness & demeanor in those early seasons. So I can only speak to the later seasons. But I haven't EVER seen Melissa as happy and excited and just so full of joy as she seems to be now from everything we've seen of her since she came back. I've not seen her appear to be as outwardly comfortable with a showrunner as she seems to be with Zabel, comparing like for like in the public arena of panels and interviews. Obviously, I didn't get to see how she was with Frank Darabont, although I am aware of her pre-TWD working relationship with him on The Mist.

I'm going to end here, but I just want to repeat that this is not in any way me trying to tell people what to think and feel or saying people shouldn't express their concerns and worries. There needs to be space for everyone to be able to do that if they want to. It's simply me expressing and explaining why I think we should be mindful of not projecting our feelings and concerns onto Mel and hopefully giving some food for thought about it. I know I can't force people to stop doing it, that I can only share my opinion, make my case for not doing it, and ask people to consider it, and that is what I am doing with this post.

[heavywithourbabies]

Going Feral

The wooden chair beneath Abby creaked softly. She couldn’t see her feet, but she felt their width, expanding over the past several days, radiating with soft pain. Her tank top, having given up its pursuit, hung limply over her engorged breasts, large circles of moisture encompassing each nipple. Having forgone panties that morning, she slid the hem up over her monstrous belly, noticing the convex line stretching vertically, dissecting her belly into two hemispheres.

“That’s what I am now - a globe.” She thought sadly to herself. She was a world containing two, wriggling baby boys who refused to emerge. She remembered her hunger for cum. Back when her stomach was flat and untouched, she yearned for that stickiness deep within her womb. But She didn’t realize this would be the result: a body foreign to her, blown up to caricature proportions, working against her. And the ceaseless hunger between her thighs.

She had met David online through a forum about breeding and the pair instantly shared a connection. It wasn’t long before messages over Reddit turned into texts and phone calls. When he finally revealed where he lived she was almost in shock. He was less than an hour’s drive away from her. She was apprehensive about this but couldn’t deny the fact she was more than just drawn to him. She ached for him. He would make her laugh and was refreshingly earnest and empathetic. A kind and gentle man that had a biting sarcastic tongue and was just as intelligent as she was. All of these factors made her attracted to him. But it was his other side that made her desperate for him to fill her. When he was aroused he became an almost completely different person. His voice would go deeper and when he was excited he couldn’t help but growl with excitement. Driven by desire he would whisper the filthiest things she had ever longed to hear and she was reduced to knee shaking orgasms when she heard him cum. There really wasn’t any way to fight the eventuality. She gave in and agreed to see him. She told herself that she wouldn’t sleep with him on the first date. She swore up and down that she wouldn’t give in to her own libido. That she wouldn’t dare tempt her want to be taken and claimed by this man.

5 hours later after they first met face to face, she was on the edge of the bed with her legs up and over his shoulders as he mercilessly drove into her. The sheets beneath her drenched in sweat and her own cum. She begged and pleaded with him to fill her, an endless mantra in her head kept saying “cuminmecuminmeohpleaseohpleasecuminmecuminmeeeee”.

As she felt his cock twitch inside of her and his pace quickened she couldn’t believe how loud her orgasm was when he snarled “Do you want to be my swollen pregnant cum dumpster?”

She was silently ashamed of that. That something so crude and misogynistic would bring her such pleasure. Little did she know that was exactly what he would reduce her to in the following nine months.

Her life completely turned upside down. First there were the positive test results she cried over. The doctor’s appointment that confirmed the news. Having to tell her parents who seemed so disappointed. And then telling him. He could barely contain his joy or how eager he was to take care of her. Abby tried to tell herself that she could do this mostly on her own and that she would handle the hardships but once she found out it was twins she began to panic. As she swelled larger and heavier with David’s babies she lost more and more control over her life and her body. It was if carrying his sons only made her want him more. To give in to him. To let him own her. She couldn’t resist or deny his want for her and that also seemed to get worse the larger she grew. One time during the 6th month she found herself crying as she was unable to fit into a former favorite dress. She turned to him and whimpered “I’m so pregnant” and the next thing she knew she could barely catch her breath after three straight hours of the most intense sex she had ever had. It didn’t matter to him that she was tender and sensitive all over or that she was the mother of his children. It didn’t matter to her either. They both just gave in more and more to their basic instincts and became two wild animals fucking each other with abandon. It was at the start of her third trimester that she quit her job and moved into the secluded house with him. And that’s where she stayed, growing bigger every day and waiting for his return.

It was late in the day, and she knew he would be home soon. She was a week overdue with the boys and she was more desperate than ever. She literally hoped he would fuck the babies out of her. That his thrusts would be so hard that her water break over both of them. All she wanted was to safely play at breeding. Now she would give anything to finally have the babies out of her. She would cry over the cumbersome weight of her belly that taxed her hips so. She wanted them out. She wanted her libido under control. She wanted to think straight and to have her light body back. She wanted herself back and to try and forget the swollen sex crazed creature she had allowed herself to devolve into.

A wave of exhaustion washed over her like a heat wave, and she didn’t want to move. But she knew she needed to be ready. She had promised him that today she would finally start getting things together and the house would be cleaned. They had made a pact last night as they finally calmed down on their soaked sheets that they would do better and have more control over themselves.They were even going to get the nursery ready on Saturday. She leaned forward bending her knees to stand, and the edge of her chair softly clipped her exposed and engorged clit. There was no pain, but she cringed before she even felt the bolt rush between her legs. Suddenly she was leaking down her aching thighs. She could feel the moisture coating her lips, her legs moving easily against each other as her natural lubrication entered overdrive.

Pressing both palms against the oak table, she tried to steady herself, one breeze away from collapsing with the hunger in her sex. Her knees bent as she pushed back against the desire she felt.

“I can’t be like this. I can’t let myself react this way.” She thought for the millionth time.

Remembering the rough, delicious romp that brought her here, running over the memory of him pumping his cum into her unprotected cunt, she dropped a hand to her clit. Her arm circles around the globe, stretching, stretching a little more. Slowly, She rotated two fingers in circles. Her belly bumped up against the table edge gently. Her head droped back as her lips parted with a gasp. Her other hand caressing the top of her stomach. “Your daddy do this to me,” She thought. “Your daddy made me this way. And I like-“

She heard his car pulling up and parking outside. She turned quickly as she could and began slowly waddling her way across the room to retrieve some pants, shorts, a skirt - anything. The engine turns off. A door opens, slams. And the softer sound of gravel under boots. She is still bottomless, her chest heaving with desire, her face flushed, and her pussy drenched. She had wasted another day going from one extreme to another. Moping and feeling sorry for herself or unable to keep her hands off of her own body.

David entered and saw her there. Without realizing what he was doing he took in a deep breath, smelling her pheromones permeating the air. His hand instinctively went to the crotch of his jeans and he had to fight himself to pull it away. “God that smell” he thought. It was everywhere now. That deep earthy musky scent that made it hard to think. It had gotten steadily worse as Abby entered the third trimester and it seeped off of her in waves. “She’s just started her ninth month. What will it be like in a week? Two?” David thought as he silently put down the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. “Will we be nothing more than animals fucking each other raw?”. He began to put away the items he purchased for the two of them. Soon to be four. “And what about the twins if we keep up like this? What if I can’t help myself and hurt her or send her into labor when she’s not ready?” David looked towards Abby who was stretching as best she could with her hands on the small of her back. The massive dome of her belly shot out into the air. New angry red stretch marks had appeared and he could see the veins in the taut firm skin. “What if she begs me to stop but I won’t because I can literally feel her contracting around my cock?” David groaned at the idea as he felt himself twitch in his pants. It was almost like he could feel the weight of his full testicles sitting on his warm thigh. It was starting to hurt. David tried to focus by looking at their home and any hopes he had for normalcy were put out. Half of the clothes which he had washed were still sitting in the basket while the rest had been thrown all over in a frenzy. “She couldn’t find anything comfortable to wear” he noted. Dishes still sat untouched and stacked on the kitchen counter and sink. The kitchen floor was covered in crumbs and take out boxes sat untouched by the mounting garbage bags. Random “debris” was everywhere. Items they had knocked over and slammed into when they tore into each other were still strewn about. She hadn’t done anything all day.

He sighed as felt useless frustration rise up inside of himself. We just - we talked about this -"He stopped dead in his tracks when he looked at her. She had tears welling up in her eyes as she stood there, feet aching from the weight. “I’m sorry” she trembled as her left hand caressed her massive belly. The other hand was below her belly with a mind of its own. Her fingers running through the dark thicket that grown wild and taken over. “I don’t want to be like this” She whimpered as a tear ran down her cheek. Her dark nipples were rock hard and poking through the soggy material of her tank top.

[skyler10fic]

In the Tyler Family panel, Billie recalls the 2000s fashion as a strange time in fashion history but loved Idiot's Lantern, and they agree Jackie would have shared Rose's clothes to be the Cool Mom. 🤣

Shawn says he was surprised to be asked back at first since his character died, but it made sense for him to come back in a multiverse story.

He says it was easy to come back and Camille adds it's the quality of writing makes it easy because you know who you (the character) are at that point because you can trust the writers are guiding it.

Billie says she struggles with how much she didn't understand how it was going to take over her life before s1 airs. Before social media, even though everyone hated it and the idea of her doing it, but it wasn't the constant stream of trolls the new actors have to hear about now with social media. She says with RTD, Julie, and Phil, there was so much confidence and joy, it was easy to believe it would be good.

Camille says her neighbors and friends were surprisingly fans. She didn't realize how many people she knew who loved it and knew about it.

They talk about how cold it was filming the Cybermen. Billie says her jaw locked because it was so cold!! The trick to getting through them was "youth" and she doesn't do night shoots anymore if possible because of that experience.

Camille talks about how Jackie "grew a pair" lol

Billie: "She's a boss!

Camille: "It's Russell, really."

Billie: "No, it's you!"

Love that Jackie's speech and situation in Love and Monsters got a shout-out. Especially going off on Elton for taking advantage of her: "Many people can relate to that moment, I think."

Talking about Pete not being the perfect husband:

Billie: "Why did they break up again?"

Shawn: "Because I died!"

Billie: "I forgot!!!" 🤣

They banter so well! Total family vibes between them all.

Fun moment where Shawn thought Billie was saying "old Pete" when she was saying "alt Pete!" Lol

Rose having the "rose-colored glasses" taken off: Billie says many can relate to realizing their parents are flawed people, and things are more complicated than you thought.

Camille says the Tylers spoke a language people understood, making something fantasy into a relatable story that was relevant to the audience.

Mod jokes that Rose "parent trapped them" across multiple universes!

Billie talks about how she enjoyed the overall romance and human element of their series, as opposed to the more sci fi feel in other later seasons.

Camille says Chris's intensity helped launch the reboot, but David's "Labrador" energy was different and special too to keep it going.

Billie says there was a totally different energy after they knew it was a success, allowing for more playfulness with David's Doctor and in general on set.

Billie says she always thought there was something complex about the romance with the Doctor, it's weird for a 19 year old to just take off in a box, and maybe wasn't written with Chris but it was there in spirit, and then was written in more explicitly in their relationship with David. Hard to keep that intensity of awe and adoration platonic! Camille adds the chemistry between them was a big element as well.

Billie says it was always a thrill to get the script, eager to read the script as soon as she got it to see what new world they were building with each episode. She says she didn't want to go to set when shooting Tooth and Claw because she was riveted reading the Doomsday script! Haha

Billie says the costume tricks can help body language shifts when changing character, like with Rose possessed by Cassandra, the push-up bra helped develop a unique physicality for the previously (literally) flat character!

Camille says they got in trouble for talking a lot because they got on so well!

Billie says she loves the new episodes, especially the dance numbers and theatrics now, and that's exactly where the show should go. "It's super fun again." Sitting down and watching a family show with the kids, an event for everyone to watch together.

Camille said it was good but it would be better if the Tylers were there! 😁

They love Ncuti as well. Excellent casting.

Billie praises RTD's heart and rooting for all walks of life. Everyone can feel represented. Camille says he is so good at pulling heartstrings and "that's what we want as Doctor Who fans." They also love his joy but also his power if they are being unkind. He defended the actors from stupid questions from the press and "told it like it was" when he needed to be the man in charge.

[what-thisiscrazzzy]

Some thoughts from my second watch of ‘The Case of The Devlin House’

Sorry if this long and obvious I just need to say stuff

- Charles mentions liking the song playing in the house, noting that he played it a lot before his dad smashed it with a hammer. 1) this is the first thing about the house which strikes a personal chord between Charles and the Devlins 2) this likely puts Charles’ dad in his mind causing his emotional reaction to be more intense later? 3) it’s an example of his father being controlling. Later we hear that one of the girls in the house found her father extremely controlling. Charles talks about never being able to make him happy. This is an example of this behaviour, specifically something Charles finds joy in upsetting his father and causing a violent outburst 3) possibly a first clue to his fear of being just like his dad? It’s a link between a violent man and Charles during a case about child abuse, emotions can be very messy making links that aren’t 100% logical. I think the mention of the song just feels intentional as any other aspect of the case could link to Charles but his love of music is very specific.

- Edwin doesn’t have a notable reaction to the violence. Truthfully I was mostly watching Charles and the camera work does as well. However, Edwin notably doesn’t flinch as much as anyone else during the murders, he does react but not the same degree as far as I could tell. When Edwin and Crystal share a frame during the suicide she has a larger reaction. Additionally, he doesn’t freak out as much/like everyone else, staying mostly level headed. This is likely due to his time in hell, the horror is disturbing but doesn’t shock him to the same degree. Edwin has experience and witnessed violence for decades so while Charles is triggered and Crystal is very empathetic he remains more composed.

- Edwin only freaks out when Charles is in trouble. This adds onto what I’ve just mentioned but Edwin is more composed until Charles is caught in the loop. The loop troubles him but he only really reacts with the same level as dramatics once Charles is in trouble. Again I think his time in hell made him not less empathetic but more capable of repressing horror or dealing with it. But losing Charles is not something he is accustomed to and cannot keep his composure about.

- Crystal being incredibly empathetic. Thought of this after but Edwin’s line about her being not what she did but what she does or whatever it was perfectly encapsulates what this episode says about Crystal. I think it was easy to get caught up in the Charles of it all but this episode really shows how caring and empathetic she is. Crystal notes when Charles is seriously affected. She herself is incredibly upset during the murders and try’s to leave after the first loop. She’s very upset to find out how she used to act. That last example is interesting bc she is shown who she was and is disgusted, this is in an episode where she is helping others. We are really shown that at her core Crystal is a good and caring person, as this is a rewatch I can say that this really sets up that it was circumstances that made her so cold and callous pre-David. Without the feelings such as abandonment by her parents she really acts with a big heart, clearly upset by suffering around her. I don’t have much more to say but yeah the episode does a good job at really contrasting the before and after of Crystal and showing her true character.

- someone else pointed this out before i rewatched but: Charles’ loop starts with his snapping at Edwin. While the entire experience appears specifically triggering for Charles and his intense reaction is there from the beginning he only becomes trapped after snapping at Edwin. More specifically after facing multiple triggering situations and then snapping at Edwin. He hears a song that he relates to a bad memory of his dad, witnesses the abuse of powerless children, reads a diary of said abused child which he relates to heavily and the the events of his being trapped in the loop happen.

I think this relates back to what I was saying about the song. Multiple confusing emotions related to his trauma are brought up. A song both he and the murder liked is playing as he snaps at his best friend. Lots of feelings there.

His fear over his mother and his fear and hurt during his own abuse are brought up. And then he snaps at his best friend, try’s a violent solution and then is attacked. I think his fear over being just like his dad is brought up and then the Devlin father’s violence was reminiscent of the violence he faced previously. The feeling of helplessness as he couldn’t fight back and the fear of himself. It’s something he can’t stop and he’s powerless to help, while also bringing out a part of himself he hates.

Charles has a strong sense of justice and the events of the Devlin house is extremely unjust so he is extremely upset and frustrated at what is occurring.

Charles plays at being so happy all the time because although he calls himself the Brawn, he’s the protector, we can see later on that his own violent capabilities scare him.

We, the audience, and his friends know hes not a violent person and would only react so in self defence but Charles greatest fear is that he’s not a Good Guy.

The Devlin house triggers all the issues he carries after the abuse he suffered including his fear of himself. He sees himself in the victims but a small part of him is scared he’s also like the perpetrator.

There’s so much here and that why I love Charles bc he’s got so much going on in his head hidden behind a smile

This was only meant to be short but I kept rambling on. So basically the song, Edwin, Edwin freaking out over Charles, Charles being emotionally complex bc he cares so much and is so hurt.

[ziva-david]

BrianKDietzen: A life well lived. 

David McCallum was a mentor, a great scene partner, a wonderful father and husband, and he was my dear friend. 

I met David on my first day of work at NCIS. I was booked to work one day on the show, but David and I hit it off. Our scene turned out well and they invited me back for more scenes with this screen legend. Several more. 

Over the course of the next 20 years, David and I (along with our alter-ego’s Ducky and Jimmy) developed a deep friendship and love of our shared work. 

He was a joy to work with. Always had a smile. Always had something new to add to the page, and ALWAYS had the ability to steal every scene he was in!

He had a quick and wry sense of humor and was generous with advice when I asked for it. He was also quick to share praise for work well done. I loved getting a phone call from him after a show aired to hear him talk about the scenes (even as he appeared less and less in our show). 

The friendship and respect people saw between Ducky and Jimmy over the years mirrored the relationship we’d developed off camera. Whether it was going on field trips for character research, attending charity events or catching some golf together, he was always up for an adventure. The guy could do anything. 

He lived to be 90 years old, was a part of multiple hit tv shows, movies, broadway shows, and wrote a couple novels, all while raising a loving family. 

Thank you David. Love you my friend. I’ll miss you. 

Sending all my love to the McCallum family today.

Now, a rundown of the pics:

1: the guy

2: fake lunch. But still… lunch. 

3: always up to help a charity (with Weatherly and Pauley)

4: me trying to replicate the foreboding look he patented. (Once in a while it works for me.) 

5: Hanging with Jim Nantz and Sir Nick in the booth on a Sunday at Riviera!

6: My daughter found this small picture that was a part of a fan package we received. She loved it. She was probably only 3 at the time, but she grabbed this picture of David and put it on her bookshelf and kept it there for several years. She didn’t know David well, but for some reason she just loved it.

[ingravinoveritas]

DAVID TENNANT USING THEY/THEM PRONOUNS??! Georgia’s story showing David at the theater and used their pronouns for them. If this is true and they really do use those pronouns, I really hope Georgia showed and made sure it was okay for her to post and out them. I really hope that if this is true, they are okay and felt safe enough to be posted and shared online about this

Oh, my. Well, I did indeed see Georgia's Insta story the other day, but for those who didn't, here it is:

The reaction that I've seen to this has been intense, which is not surprising. I also don't think it would be at all surprising if David actually does identify as nonbinary, as since his appearance on the Reasons to be Cheerful podcast, I've written on my blog here and here about how David's increasingly vocal advocacy for the LGBTQ+ community (especially nonbinary/trans folks) could be as much on his own behalf as it is for Wilf. It's often the case where someone may not feel able to confront the struggles or questions they've had about themselves until they are living it through their child's eyes, and feel a sense of urgency to make the world better for their child, as well as for the child they once were.

It is also entirely possible that Georgia just used "their" as a neutral term, without meaning it as a specific statement on David's gender identity. What is interesting to me, however, is that the casual use of "their" was exactly how she began to allude to Wilf being nonbinary. I also tend to think that Georgia is very deliberate with what she posts on social media and does not post anything "accidentally" or haphazardly. That being said, it is ultimately David's decision as to whether or not to share something so personal, and I concur with you @phantomstars24 in hoping that Georgia made sure it was okay for her to post that (if that is indeed the case).

The other thing I want to mention that makes this especially peculiar is that, as Anon #2 mentioned, Ty Tennant does seem to have deleted his main Instagram account, just days before GO 2 was released. Given that he has a (small) role in episode 2, one would think that he'd want to be able to promote that on social media. So the timing of all of this (Ty deleting his Insta, and now Georgia's story using "their") is what I am questioning, as if an announcement (of some sort) about David is forthcoming, it could be that Ty deleted to avoid being bombarded with questions/comments from fans about it. Again, pure speculation here, but it does make you wonder.

Whatever the case may be--whether David is nonbinary or not--I wish him nothing but happiness, and the joy of feeling fully comfortable with who he is. It's a difficult and frightening time for queer folks, so if he is contemplating this, I hope it will happen on his terms, when he feels safe and ready to be open.

[thekatebridgerton]

Today on stories I'm too sleep deprived to write #XYZ

Sometimes I really think about writing a Polin fanfiction where Penelope marries Lucy's uncle and ends up neglected and abused, but doesn't leave him because of teenage Richard and little Lucy. Until she finds out about the deal to betroth little Lucy to Haselby Junior and how her husband is commiting treason and basically wants to sell his young niece to cover it up. So Penelope finds some will to live after years of just taking the abuse to protect the kids and sells her husband out to the crown, on the condition that the Abernathy title isn't affected.

Cue Lucy's uncle officially dying in a mysterious accident and Penelope moving back to London with little Lucy and young Richard. The Bridgertons and the Featheringtons are happy to have her back but Penelope's marriage has changed her and the first one that notices is Colin.

Penelope doesn't smile anymore, she's busy running the Abernathy estates and putting the fear of God into her teenage nephew because Richard is the darn heir to the Abernathy title and he needs to act like it, David did Richard no good and he really needs a good male influence in his life.

'No Colin not you, the last thing I need is Richard deciding he wants to drop everything and go gallivanting across Europe while his aunt and little sister despair in worry... I meant a male influence like Anthony, or Simon'

Colin starts putting the pieces together about her marriage when he sees that Penelope keeps reassuring Lucy that yes everything in the mansion is all theirs and that nobody can hurt them now. And when she keeps pushing Richard to make friends among the ton so his sister can have a better chance when she's presented.

Basically, id love to see a deconstruction of a situation where Penelope doesn't realize she's turning into her mother. And actually begins to see things from Portia's point of view now that she's officially An unhappy widow who's only joy in life will be to see her wards safely married and enjoying the life she never could.

She's Determined to make up for lost time when it comes to building connections and ensuring Richard and Lucy's future, going as far as policing Lucy's friend circle because ' Lucy is too kind and too naive, any false friend could play her for a fool'

Everyone else thinks Penelope is just being Penelope but Colin can see that she's spiraling under the weight of her worries and the ghost of her former husband, and he wants to help, he keeps showing up to everywhere she goes, trying to bring a smile out of her, encouraging her to think about herself, to dream about love, maybe remarriage, like Francesca, live again with a purpose.

Penelope thinks Colin is cute but annoying and needs to buzz off, she may still think he's handsome and charming but gone are the days she would feel over the moon for sharing a dance with him. The harder he tries to cheer her up, the more upset she gets, who gave Colin the right to see through her? Why is he so fixated on helping her, she's fine, she got rid of David, she's got Lucy and Richard and boatloads of money to do as she pleases! Penelope doesn't need Colin Bridgerton's pity!

Bonus if this is an au in which Colin still remains a bachelor, because he never found the love his parents used to have. And always felt guilty for not saving Penelope from the marriage that ruined her life.

But Colin keeps trying. Almost as if he's in love with her or something, but Penelope no longer believes in love. She's only hopeful for Lucy, because that child deserves true love, Lucy will have everything Penelope never did, Lucy is the future...

Even if Lucy IS developing the same predilection for Eton attending Bridgertons that Penelope did in her youth, Penelope will ignore Gregory's friendly attention to Lucy the same way Portia continues to ignore Colin's attention to her.

This won't backfire, not at all

[mpregtales]

Aaron & David Part 2

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A few weeks had passed since that night of intense passion, and life had seemingly returned to normal for Aaron and David. They continued to see each other regularly, their relationship deepening with every moment spent together. But Aaron began to notice subtle changes in his body—changes he couldn’t ignore. He was more tired than usual, often feeling the need to rest throughout the day. His appetite had increased, and he found himself craving foods he normally wouldn’t even consider.

However, it was the sensation of slight nausea in the mornings, coupled with a strange fluttering in his lower abdomen, that made Aaron pause and think. His hand instinctively moved to his belly one morning, and he noticed a slight roundness that hadn’t been there before. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but to Aaron, it was enough to cause a rush of emotions—curiosity, excitement, and fear all at once.

That same morning, unable to shake the feeling that something was different, Aaron decided to take a pregnancy test. His hands shook slightly as he waited for the results, the seconds ticking by agonizingly slow. When the result finally appeared, Aaron’s breath caught in his throat.

Positive.

The reality of the situation hit him like a wave, and Aaron sat down heavily on the edge of his bed, staring at the test in disbelief. He was pregnant—something he hadn’t anticipated, hadn’t even thought possible. As the initial shock began to wear off, a deep sense of joy and anticipation began to bloom within him. This was something he wanted, something beautiful that he and David had created together.

Wanting to confirm the pregnancy and learn more, Aaron made an appointment with his doctor. During the ultrasound, as the doctor moved the probe across Aaron’s belly, a look of surprise crossed her face.

“Aaron,” she said, turning the screen toward him. “You’re not just expecting one baby—you’re expecting triplets.”

Aaron’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at the screen. There, in the grainy black-and-white image, were three tiny, flickering heartbeats. Triplets. The news was overwhelming, but it also filled Aaron with an even greater sense of awe and excitement. He couldn’t wait to share this with David.

That evening, Aaron invited David over to his apartment. The nervous energy buzzing in Aaron’s chest made it hard to focus on anything, but he knew he had to share the news with David. He had thought about a dozen different ways to tell him, but in the end, he decided to be straightforward.

David arrived with his usual calm demeanor, greeting Aaron with a kiss and a warm smile. But as soon as he saw the look on Aaron’s face, his smile faltered. “Is everything okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

Aaron took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for David’s. “David, there’s something I need to tell you,” he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “I’ve been feeling a bit off lately, and today I took a pregnancy test.”

David’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t say anything, waiting for Aaron to continue.

“It was positive,” Aaron finished, his voice barely above a whisper. “And there’s more��� I went to the doctor today, and we’re not just having one baby—we’re having triplets.”

For a moment, the room was filled with silence as David processed what Aaron had just said. His mind raced, trying to comprehend the reality of the situation. But then, as the initial shock began to fade, a smile slowly spread across his face. “You’re pregnant?” David asked, his voice tinged with disbelief but also with a growing sense of joy. “And it’s triplets?”

Aaron nodded, tears welling up in his eyes as he saw the happiness on David’s face. “Yes, we’re going to have three babies.”

David let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and pulled Aaron into a tight embrace. “I can’t believe it,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “This is incredible, Aaron. I never imagined this would happen, but I’m so happy. I’m so, so happy.”

Aaron melted into David’s embrace, feeling a sense of relief and overwhelming love. He had been so nervous about how David would react, but seeing the joy on his face made everything feel right. They stood there for a few moments, holding each other, letting the reality of their new future sink in.

The next step was telling David’s children. Aaron had grown closer to Emily and Grace over the past few months, but Michael still remained somewhat distant. The idea of telling them about the pregnancy—and that it was triplets—made Aaron’s stomach churn with anxiety, but he knew it was something they had to do.

David suggested they invite the kids over for dinner at his house, keeping the atmosphere casual and relaxed. Aaron agreed, though his nerves were on edge the entire day leading up to the dinner.

When Emily, Grace, and Michael arrived, they greeted Aaron politely, though Michael’s gaze lingered on him with a slight furrow of his brow, as if sensing something was different. David and Aaron exchanged a glance, and David gave him a reassuring nod.

After dinner, as they all sat in the living room, David took Aaron’s hand and cleared his throat. “There’s something we want to share with you all,” he began, his voice calm and steady.

The room fell silent as the kids turned their attention to their father, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.

David looked at Aaron, giving him the silent go-ahead to speak. Aaron took a deep breath, squeezing David’s hand for support. “I… I’m pregnant,” he said, his voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in his chest. “We’re going to have a baby.”

For a moment, there was stunned silence. Emily and Grace exchanged wide-eyed glances, while Michael’s expression turned to one of shock. Aaron felt his heart rate spike, waiting for their reactions.

Emily was the first to speak, her voice filled with excitement. “Are you serious? That’s amazing!” she exclaimed, jumping up from her seat and rushing over to hug Aaron. Grace quickly followed suit, her eyes shining with happiness. “This is incredible news,” she said, her voice full of warmth.

But Michael remained seated, his expression unreadable. Aaron’s heart sank, worried about what Michael might say.

Michael finally spoke, his tone calm but tinged with confusion. “Dad, Aaron… this is a lot to take in. I mean, you’re my age,” he said, looking directly at Aaron. “And now you’re having a baby with my father?”

David nodded, understanding Michael’s concerns. “I know this is unconventional, Michael,” he said gently. “But Aaron and I love each other, and this baby is something we both want. I understand that it might be difficult to accept, but I hope you can be happy for us.”

Michael looked between his father and Aaron, his expression softening slightly. He could see the love between them, the way they looked at each other with such genuine care and affection. It was still strange, still something he needed time to process, but seeing the happiness on his father’s face made it hard to hold onto his initial reservations.

“I’m not going to lie, it’s going to take some getting used to,” Michael admitted, his tone more relaxed. “But… if this is what makes you both happy, then I’ll try to be supportive.”

Aaron felt a wave of relief wash over him, grateful for Michael’s willingness to accept their situation, even if it would take time. David reached out and placed a hand on Michael’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Thank you, son,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

As the room relaxed again, Aaron hesitated for a moment before adding, “There’s one more thing… We found out today that it’s not just one baby—it’s triplets.”

Emily’s eyes widened in shock and delight. “Triplets? Oh my God, that’s incredible!” she exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement.

Grace laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. “Three babies? I can’t believe it! This is going to be wild!”

Michael, though still processing the news, managed a small smile. “Triplets, huh?” he said, his tone softer now. “That’s… wow, that’s really something.”

The rest of the evening was filled with excited chatter, with Emily and Grace asking Aaron all sorts of questions about the pregnancy and what the future would look like. Though there were still uncertainties, the love and support from David’s family gave Aaron a sense of belonging he hadn’t felt before. They were becoming a family—an unconventional one, perhaps, but a family nonetheless.

After the joyous revelation of Aaron's pregnancy with triplets, he and David sat down to discuss the future that lay ahead of them. The decision for Aaron to move into David's home was made with heartfelt excitement, signaling the start of a new chapter in their lives together.

Moving day was filled with a flurry of activity and shared laughter. Emily and Grace eagerly helped unpack boxes, their eyes sparkling with anticipation for the arrival of their new siblings. Michael observed from a distance, his expression thoughtful as he processed the rapid changes unfolding within his family.

Settling into the spacious, warmly lit house, Aaron felt a sense of belonging he hadn't known before. The walls were adorned with family photos, and the rooms echoed with memories and love. His belongings seamlessly found their place alongside David's, symbolizing the merging of their lives and hearts.

Physically, Aaron didn’t notice significant changes during this first month. However, there was an undercurrent of profound transformation taking place within him. He often found himself resting a protective hand over his still-relatively-flat abdomen, marveling at the thought of three tiny lives growing inside him. Late at night, he and David would lie together, whispering dreams and hopes for their future, their fingers entwined over Aaron’s stomach as they imagined the months to come.

The intimacy between them deepened, the quiet moments of closeness strengthening their bond. There was an unspoken understanding between them—a shared sense of anticipation that brought them closer than ever before. As they lay together in the stillness of the night, Aaron would sometimes catch David’s hand tracing gentle patterns over his abdomen, his touch light and reverent, as if he were already communicating with the lives growing inside.

As Aaron settled comfortably into his new home, subtle changes began to manifest in his body. Mornings brought a gentle wave of nausea, and his appetite shifted, leading him to crave hearty, nourishing meals that David was more than happy to prepare. There was a newfound glow to Aaron’s complexion, his skin taking on a radiant, healthy sheen that seemed to illuminate his features.

It was around this time that Aaron noticed the first hints of change in his physique. His once-trim waistline began to soften, the slightest swell forming just below his navel. The change was delicate, almost imperceptible to others, but to Aaron, it marked the beautiful beginning of his journey into parenthood.

More notably, Aaron's glutes started to undergo a transformation. As someone who had always maintained a fit and athletic build, he observed a gradual shift from his firm, muscular backside to a fuller, more rounded shape. The tightness of his favorite jeans hinted at this subtle growth, hugging his form a bit more snugly and accentuating the gentle curve that was beginning to develop.

These physical changes brought about a mix of emotions for Aaron. Initially, he felt a pang of insecurity as his body began to deviate from the chiseled form he was accustomed to. However, with David's constant reassurance and adoration, Aaron started to embrace these shifts, viewing them as a tangible expression of the life blossoming within him.

David couldn’t help but admire the way Aaron’s body was slowly changing, the way his waist softened, the way his glutes started to take on a more voluptuous shape. The transformation was subtle but undeniable, a gentle curve that added a new depth to Aaron’s already captivating physique. David found himself drawn to Aaron more than ever, his admiration for the man he loved deepening with each passing day.

Entering the third month, Aaron's pregnancy became more noticeable. His belly had grown into a gentle curve that was visible beneath his clothes, a soft mound that signified the rapid growth of the triplets. His glutes continued to fill out, evolving from a subtle roundness to a more prominent, luscious curve that added a graceful sway to his walk. The increased fullness made his movements appear more fluid and sensual, drawing appreciative glances from David, whose admiration was evident in his every gaze.

Emotionally, Aaron felt a surge of connection to his unborn children. One quiet evening, as he rested on the couch, he felt a faint fluttering sensation deep within his abdomen—the first delicate movements of the babies making their presence known. Overcome with emotion, he called David over, and together they reveled in the miraculous feeling of life stirring beneath Aaron's skin.

This month also marked a significant event: a visit to Aaron's hometown to share the news with his family. The thought of introducing David and revealing the pregnancy filled Aaron with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. David offered unwavering support, his calm presence reassuring Aaron as they embarked on the journey together.

Upon arriving, they were greeted by the familiar, comforting embrace of Aaron's mother, Sarah, whose eyes sparkled with warmth and love. His father, Thomas, a stoic yet affectionate man, shook David's hand firmly, scrutinizing him with a protective father's gaze that gradually softened as the evening unfolded.

Over a hearty family dinner, Aaron shared the news of his pregnancy. The room fell into a stunned silence, eyes wide and breaths held in anticipation. Then, tears of joy brimmed in Sarah's eyes as she rushed to envelop Aaron in a tight hug.

"Oh, my sweet boy, this is wonderful news!" she exclaimed, her hands tenderly resting on Aaron's growing belly. Thomas's initial surprise melted into a proud smile as he clapped a hand on David's shoulder.

"Congratulations to you both. It's a big responsibility, but I can see the love and commitment between you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

Aaron's younger brother, Jake, was ecstatic, his youthful energy filling the room as he peppered them with questions and excitedly discussed future uncle duties. The family spent the rest of the evening sharing stories, laughter, and plans for the future, bridging any gaps with genuine affection and acceptance.

During one quiet moment, as Aaron sat beside his mother, she placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and whispered, "You're going to be an amazing father, Aaron. And I can tell David will be right there beside you every step of the way."

As they prepared to leave, Aaron felt an overwhelming sense of love and support from his family. The trip had solidified the bonds between them, and he returned home with David feeling more connected and confident than ever before.

Part 3

The Aaron Trilogy: Aaron & David I ; Aaron & David II ; Aaron & Lucas

[eminsunnytoons123]

The whatnot Show gang doodles:

Part 1, part 2 And part 3

Since I have promised yesterday that I'll post the whole whatnot Show gang, here it is =^_^=

And this is for all my loved ones in my tumblr family: @0lemonadefox0 @kxllboii @cheezekennith @aquamarine-dream-queen @dayzsac224 @oscarandgrinchfan @moshywoosh @ilovescaredysquirrel2 @nuggetaubrey @sharkyy599 @nightkit92 @familyoffood @animatronicdoozer @thelazzyblogzz @sugar-miss1 @shrimpathizer @shypeachrunaway @iggyguyy @sayuri-does-skits @typical-sophie @peaceforpeople @ben5569 @oxxjustfrankieandmikuloverxxo @ducktopia90264 @artismeyou-12 @blackstar044 @acen402 @diego-r-the-artist-2009 @nia1sworld @rumplestiltsbear @s4gefr0g @beeware-of-lulu @leafith @bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing @muppet-fan-frr @thegroovyskull @blo0st4r @vickymcsworld @fancytigercupcake @classywinnerpeace @dackychansworldofhoshino @itzbluecl0udd @alegriasweetblossom that always love me And support my work And always give me some much Joy And happiness in my heart, I'll always love And support them no matter what, And I'll always wish them all happiness And Joy =^///////^= 🩷💖❤️

Also, I know that I made these doodles on february this year And that I could've redraw them in my new improved artstyle after these couple months, I'm kinda lazy to do so ^///^; but! When I often draw them along with kermoot And the moopets, timrek And the teppums, And Lucille And the parodies, they WILL look more better =^_^=

And also! Before I start sharing their new updated infos, I wont go by the parts I was doing, because I wanna make every character be together in these new parts ^///^;

Now their NEW infos/bios:

Dermot the dog - dermot the dog is Kermit the frog's whatnot counterpart, he is the dog leader of the whatnot Show gang and he plays the bucket bass and likes to talk about cloudy Days. His headcanon voice actor is Phil LaMarr, And his voice claim is Wilt from Fosters home for Imaginary friends.

Miss Tiggy - Miss Tiggy is Miss piggy's whatnot counterpart, she is the primadonna Tiger lady but she is also very hot tempered, so beware of her! She is even Dermot's love interest. Her headcanon voice actor is Pendleton Ward, And her voice claim is lumpy space princess from adventure time.

Ozzy Woodchuck - Ozzy Woodchuck is fozzie bear's whatnot counterpart, he is the comedic Woodchuck of the Show And his jokes often suck and he often uses honks for entertainment of other whatnots. His headcanon voice actor is Doug Giorgis, And his voice claim is Bobby zilch from psychonauts.

Bonzo the amazing monkey - Bonzo the amazing monkey is gonzo's whatnot counterpart, he is the Daredevil Monkey that isnt afraid to do some dangerous acrobatics And stuff, And he has a thing for fairies that are taller than him. His headcanon voice actor is Gregory Micheal "Greg" Cipes, And his voice claim is Beast boy from teen titans go!

Paisley the persian cat - paisley the persian cat is rowlf the dog's whatnot counterpart, he is wise and laid-back just like rowlf And he plays the Mandolin. His headcanon voice actor is Keith David, And his voice claim is Husk from hazbin hotel.

Sid the British bulldog - Sid the British bulldog is sam the eagle's whatnot counterpart, he is a British bulldog that always has something to say about Britain or that the Show should he more cultural, And! He calls the other whatnots "freakos". His headcanon voice actor is Phil LaMarr, And his voice claim is Spike the bulldog from various tom And Jerry DTV movies.

Gustavo the King ladybug - Gustavo the King ladybug is Pepe the King prawn's whatnot counterpart, he is a sassy mexican KING ladybug of the Show, And! Dont call him a "fly"! His headcanon voice actor is Carlos Jaime Alazraqui, And his voice claim is juandissimo magnifico from fairly oddparents.

Pierce the chinchilla - Pierce the chinchilla is Rizzo the rat's whatnot counterpart, he is a cute looking yet sassy chinchilla on the Show with many mischiefs. His headcanon voice actor is Blake Roman, And his voice claim is Angel dust from hazbin hotel.

Victor - Victor is Walter's whatnot counterpart, he is a enthusiastic boy who is a big fan of the whatnots And he is even the part of them, he is even Snooper's best friend And he has a crush on him. his headcanon voice actor is Liam Ross-Mills, And his voice claim is Tractor tom from Tractor tom.

Snooper - Snooper is Scooter's whatnot counterpart, he helps Dermot for the show and he is even Victor's best friend And he has a crush on him too, And his sister Sneeker often teases him. His headcanon voice actor is Tom Kenny, And his voice claim is Preston from class of 3000.

Dr Aristotle un wonders - Dr Aristotle un wonders is dr bunsen honeydew's whatnot counterpart, he is the Scientist of the Show And Kiyoshi is his assistant but maybe even a crush. His headcanon voice actor is Jeff Bergman, And his voice claim is yogi bear from jellystone!

Kiyoshi - Kiyoshi is Beaker's whatnot counterpart, he is just as nervous and shy as beaker And he speaks like "breep!" And "ohh?". His headcanon voice actor is Richard Steven Horvitz, And his voice claim is Raz Aquatin from psychonauts.

And I wanna know who are y'all's favorite characters here in the whatnot Show, ya can tell me either in the replies or reblogs =^.^=

And I'll post the rest later or tommorow along with The moopets gang, And! I gotta draw class of 4000 characters now =^//////^=

I hope y'all will like these =^////^= 🩷❤️💖💛🧡

[probsnothawkeye]

Its apparently #InternationalPodcastDay which typically i would use any excuse to talk about my friends shows but today I'd like to talk about my own shows and the work I've been doing there/in other shows I've been a part of! I don't usually talk about myself but I'm gonna try!

Starting off with @thefringespod which is my first show and love of my creative life. This show started as a way to get used to writing and voice acting and has grown into something I'm incredibly proud of. Season 3 is currently airing which is the final season of the show. I've known where this show ends since the very start and to get to share this ending with y'all as brought to life by the incredible people I've gotten to work with has been nothing short of magical for me. I've loved working on this show so much and am going to miss it 💜

@forgedbondspod is what i lovingly call a misuse of my degree in Classics. It's a love letter to the gods, to mythology, and to the tradition of storytelling which will be kicking off this December and is chock full of wonderful and amazing people that I'm so lucky to work with! When I first thought about re-writing Hephaestus and Aphrodite's story with a trans lead, I thought I would write a book but getting to turn this concept into a podcast and hear these characters brought to life has been absolutely amazing and I can't wait for yall to hear it

I will take a brief pause to talk about @totcoc0a and @taytayheyhey who i met in the process of making the Fringes and have dragged along to Forged Bonds. These are two wildly talented people and getting to be their friend is as close to a blessing as exists in this world

In terms of other shows I'm in, the first show i was in that I didn't make was the fantastic @grottopod ! Athan asked if anyone was interested in playing David's mom so I sent in some audition takes and he let me play the character. I love Nicole with my whole heart and getting to play her (twice!) was a gift. I have a Grotto tattoo, that's how much I love this show, and knowing that I got to be a little part of it never fails to make me giddy

I also got to be in @woebegonepod this year which has been a delight and an honor and I'll never get over getting to play Magnolia i love them so much and there are ImplicationsTM about them which make me excited about future woe.begone shenanigans. Having Dyaln reach out and be like "hey would you want to be in an episode" fully had me wiggling like an excitable worm and both episodes i got to be in were phenomenal its truly so wonderful to be part of this podcast

I got to narrate an absolutely incredible story over on Cast of Wonders which was about grief and guilt and it makes me emotional every time. Getting to do prose narration like this for a podcast has been wonderful and stretches a different skill set which I've loved doing

Now that I've talked about myself more than usual it's time to talk about the lovely friends that I've made by working in this space because gods podcasts have brought the most amazing people into my life and I'm incredibly grateful to know and work with them. Long list incoming! @delaylays @louis-dc @kit-n-kboodl @allatseapod @doomedbythenarrativ @audistorium @madd-vo @athansmusic @/NataliesDreami @/macabremezzo @/codyvmwastaken @/MrTusk6 @tellnotalespod @ethicstownpod @chainofbeing @justjenah the aforementioned Tay & Tot & all of my wonderful casts It is an honor and joy to work with and know all of these wonderful people and to support all of the amazing things they're creating

I will never get over how lucky I am to be in this space with such amazing people making amazing shows that improve my life exponentially

Happy International Podcast Day to all of my fellow podcasters, podcast lovers, and to everyone who wants to start making podcasts! This world is better with our stories in it and I can't wait to keep listening to all of the wonderful things being created in this space

[youmakethelight]

Hi. How are you? Hope everything's going well.

I want to share my thoughts on a scene from TBOC, episode 4. It didn't catch my attention the first time but rewatching it I was able to see it with different eyes. It gave me a little hope for Caryl's future and I think this fandom needs hope after Zabel's statements, so I decided to share it.

The scene is when Carol, Daryl, Didi and Theo are eating truffled eggs and Daryl asks for some of the truffles. Theo answers while looking at Daryl and then Carol "You need a good eye and a lot of patience. They're very hard to find"

I don't think for a second that this line is about truffles, it's all about Caryl

- "You need a good eye": Carol and Daryl can't see the love they feel for each other. And they also can't the love the other feels for them. Later in the episode we saw this when Carol react to the scene of Daryl saying "And I never ever stopped trying to get home to YOU" by saying "you loved her". She completely ignored what Daryl said to her and focused on something else. And as for the audience, well, we always need to see what's between the lines and that's why not everyone can see it.

- "And a lot of patience": Their relationship has been building very slowly and we've been here for 14 years..

- "They're very hard to find": Seeing a bond like theirs is something very rare, both in TV/movie and also in real life.

I think that at the end of the day we will have Caryl canon. It's heading towards that, even if at the moment we still have to interpret the scenes and interactions. And I think that when David Zabel says the things he says it's just to create a surprise element for when Caryl actually happens. It's not very clever, but I think that's what it is

Hi! Gosh, sorry I've taken an absolute lifetime to get back to you again. I wrote out a whole reply as soon as I saw your message, then went to bed, and then felt too disillusioned with the show and the twd fandom to really think much about it for a while. But I'm good, thank you! Hope you are too. ❤️

Thank you for sharing this! I can definitely see your take on this. I hadn't noticed this detail, and I enjoyed your interpretation of it. I'm struggling a bit because I'm finding that when I read takes on Zabel's writing or when I think about my own, the joy drains from me, because overall, I just don't understand what the leadership are trying to do with this show, or who they're making it for.

I did write out a whole thing because your message inspired a lot of thoughts, but I guess it sort of boils down to two main issues for me, which are:

1. Even if there is an intention (now or in the future) to deliver canon with Zabel, I don't expect it to be written well enough to be enjoyable or satisfying for most current caryl shippers or for people who don't ship them (yet??).

2. For me personally, even though I love caryl as a romantic ship (if done well), my biggest concerns about the future of the spinoff are how Melissa McBride and women generally are treated by it.

To elaborate on my second point, I know I can't presume to know what Melissa wants for herself, but nonetheless, the lack of equal billing, title, and writing hurt me and my enjoyment of the show. If I had to choose between those things and canon, I'd choose the former.

Overall, this means that I strongly feel that the only way for the spinoff to stop being harmful to women and to be enjoyable is with a new showrunner, unfortunately. And that means that personally, I can't enjoy anything about the show other than news of a change in leadership. I know that some agree and some don't, but for me personally, I feel like I gave David Zabel his chance for two seasons, and I'm really not enjoying what he's doing with the show, and that goes much further than my personal preferences for shipping and story choices.

I don't mean to undermine your positive take on the scene. I really appreciate you sharing your interpretation of it. I'm only responding with my less positive takes from it because I genuinely want the best for the show, the people involved in making it, and the fans. And I truly believe that being annoyingly persistent about the things that are less than OK (e.g. a showrunner who doesn't seem to know the source material, leadership who doesn't treat fans or female colleagues with respect, unequal billing, a problematic title, and shallow, misogynistic writing) is how to achieve that. Maybe we still won't achieve that, but I'm thinking a lot about what I choose to consume and support, and there is far too much going on here that I can't support with a clear conscience.

For me, even if, by some miracle, romantic canon is written well with Zabel as showrunner, I really can't enjoy the show while its title and billing lean into such harmful patriarchal messaging.

I still want to thank you. I think it's great to take whatever positives we can and to share them with each other - while also continuing to stand up for standards that should be improved. So, thank you for sending this positive take to me. One thing I have really appreciated in this fandom is the way so many come together to support each other and try to lift each other up during the difficult and less enjoyable parts. So, thank you for being a part of that. 💜

PS. Even though I deleted my original long reply to you, this reply has still ended up longgg. So, if you've read this far, wow, thank you. You deserve a break and a snack.

[thesolaireslawyer]

I Love You

TW - Inversion Mentions AN - I know it says inversion but this is fluff. Why not kick start fluff week with a Ashlo Fic! WC - 1092

This was requested by @dawnofiight

This sucked. It was supposed to be hangout week with the wolfie boys, but David with his anti-social ass. Was staying at his house. The resident troublemaker wasn’t able to make it either. So it was just him and Asher. And he was fine with that. Fewer snacks to buy as well as fewer blankets to share. 

Though he would have to find them first, Milo didn’t have to worry about that… unless Ash wanted to make a blanket fort. He chuckled at the thought perhaps he should prepare more blankets and pillows. The last thing he needed was that child disguised as a grown man. 

Complaining about how hard the floor was. Now that the thought was crossing his mind. David had been spending a lot of time with his mate. Milo didn’t blame him, they’re good people. And troublemaker and that stealth couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other as of late. 

So that left just him and Asher, with a fuck ton of cheesy romance movies. He made sure to hide every horror movie that little shit left. He hated those things, who watches movies to get scared? Not this wolf. He had enough scary stuff, perhaps in another life, he’d grow to like those tHiNgS. 

But not this one. 

Truthfully, asher was supposed to host this. But he begged Milo to host this one, there was no doubt it had something to do with the inversion… he hated that word, that night. The longest night of his life. He never thought he could almost lose so much in a day. But they were past that. And he didn’t need that to ruin the night. 

It was going to be perfect, stupid romance movies and Asher's beautiful face. Wait ashers what? 

 –

Milo placed the bowl of chips and salsa on the coffee table. As he went to grab the candy bowls he heard a knock on the door. 

‘’ Just a second ‘’ he rushed to place the second bowl on the table. Why was his heart beating so fast? It was just Asher.. And his, pretty eyes.. And that smile, the one that could light up a room, god could he stop simping for 5 minutes. 

A small groan exited Milo's throat as he opened the door. 

‘’ hey, ash! ‘’ 

‘’Hey Milo-low‘’ Ash teased as he stepped inside. Earning an annoyed grunt from the man. 

‘’ barely been here five fucking minutes and you’re already makin’ short jokes,‘’ Milo said as he shut the door. The action only earned a laugh from Asher. What would he be if he wasn’t making those jokes? That laugh was cute though. 

‘’ you see; im seeing all these snacks and not a single blanket ‘’ Asher looked at Milo accusingly  

‘’ so you want me to freeze ‘’ 

‘’ no you just got here faster than I thought you would ‘’  milo rolled his eyes as he stepped out of the room to receive said blankets   

Asher glanced over at the stack of movies:

Past Lives

Anyone But You 

The Worst Person In The World 

Portrait Of A Lady On Fire 

A Star Is Born           

He never thought Milo would like romance movies. Nor would he have a collection as big as this. Maybe it was something he picked up from Marie? Who knows.. That being said, The Worst Person In the Word sounded good. Asher picked up the movie and read the back. 

The chronicles of four years in the life of Julie, a young woman who navigates the troubled waters of her love life and struggles to find her career path, leading her to take a realistic look at who she really is.      

Huh.. this seemed interesting- 

‘’ I got the blankets! ‘’ Milo muttered through the giant mess that covered him. Asher couldn’t help but laugh. He missed this, whether it was the whole pack and their mates or just Milo and him. That event ruined him. Scarred him literally and physically. But the stuff like this. Brought the joy back into life, Milo brought back this joy. 

 ‘’That's a big load for a small man like you ‘’ 

‘’ YOU ASS! ‘’ Milo threw all the blankets and pillows at Asher; all Ash could do was laugh. This short-shit brought back the sunshine in his world. 

Even if he relentlessly teased him, Milo still brought a smile to his face. When he ran towards him and David after that Ward went down. He couldn’t help but smile. 

– 

‘’The fact you thought I wasn’t going to want to build a pillow fort is madding! ‘’ asher stated more annoyed than excited. 

Milo rolled his eyes, but Asher did have a point he should have expected this. 

‘’ sorry I thought you grew up ‘’ milo snaked a chip from the half-empty bowl, they’d been watching movies for a while now. They finished up The Worse Person In The World, and cried through A Star Is Born. while Milo agreed that the 2018 version was good. He liked the original more. 

‘’ me? I’m as grown as im gonna get ‘’ that sentence earned a fit of laughs from both Ash and Milo. 

‘’ in all seriousness.. This is fun ‘’ Ash said looking at Milo. ‘’ and this is something I never thought I’d get to do again ‘’ he finished

‘’ what do you mean? ‘’ milo was confused

‘’ I don’t want to kill the mood. ‘’ asher looked back at the television. Milo picked up the remote and paused the movie 

‘’Somethings wrong.. Tell me ‘’  he looked at him,  ‘’ you can talk to me.. ‘’ 

‘’ during the inversion.. The only thing I could think about was you.. Even as I was dying in David's arms.. The only thing on my mind was you. ‘’ he stopped and took a deep breath. 

‘’ I had some unresolved feeling, words all the works.. I that I never got to say. And hanging out with you tonight. Made me realize.. That life is too short.. Too waste time. ‘’ 

‘’ what are you saying Ash‘’ Milo was confused    

‘’ life is too short.. And im not waiting until the next bad event to tell you I love you. ‘’ god that bit felt rushed. Ash felt like he just had a huge burden lifted off his shoulder.    

‘’ you lovable oof. ‘’ Milo couldn’t help but start laughing.

‘’ why are you laughin' buster? I’m pouring my heart out her- ‘’ 

Milo grabbed Asher by his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. And god did it feel good. 

‘’ I’ve waited to hear those words for so long. So say them again. ‘’ Milo said letting go of his shirt. 

‘’ I love you, Milo Greer. ‘’

~~~

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[dykenav]

Idk if anyone’s talked about this but I think part of the reason the story of The Last of Us is so compelling is because it isn’t just “father and daughter duo must survive against all odds”, it’s “traumatized man and teenage girl must choose to become father and daughter to each other to survive despite everything it is going to cost them.”

Like obviously there are many stories about survival, many stories about love, many stories about family, and even many stories about adoptive or chosen family. But I think its somewhat rare to find a story that is centered around the process of a single relationship falling into familial love, specifically parent/child love. Parental love is most often depicted and assumed to be automatic, biological and instinctual. It is not often depicted to be a choice. Similarly, a child’s love for a parent is often depicted as purely arising from selfish need rather than genuine connection.

And that’s not to say that Ellie and Joel’s love for each other is not selfish, needy, and instinctual - because it definitely has those elements - but it’s by no means obligatory. So many of us get raised by parents who we don’t feel like actually know or even like us, but still love us because we’re their children. And as children we might feel like we don’t really get our parents, but we still love them because they’re our parents. There’s no real intimacy.

It’s also not automatic. It takes time - first they resist each other, then they begrudgingly rely on each other, and then they have moments where they recognize parts of themselves in each other. Ellie being darkly fascinated and inspired by Joel’s violence and toughness because she longs to be able to protect herself like that. Joel being slowly thawed by Ellie’s feral joy and juvenile humor, reminding him of what it was like to be alive and excited by life, and being in immense pain at the realization of how much innocence she’s had to lose to survive because he’s lost so much of it in himself. There’s a deep understanding and intimacy that develops on both sides as a result, despite both of them being intimacy-phobic and horrible at talking about feelings. (There’s also of course the shared trauma, which aside from the strong bonds that creates in and of itself, at the very least gives them an excuse to have these moments of understanding without being overly mushy about it.)

The love that they feel for each other is also not just something that naturally develops - it emerges from a series of choices they make that have immense consequences. Joel making a promise to take Ellie to the fireflies for Tess as her dying wish, knowing he won’t back out because that promise is all he has left of her. Ellie shooting that guy to save Joel and Joel finishing the job so she doesn’t have to, leading to both of them opening up about the past violences they’ve committed. Joel giving Ellie a gun and teaching her how to shoot, in a way consenting to the loss of her innocence and knowing he won’t be able to stop himself from worrying about her nor will he be able to stop her from looking up to him. Her decision to bring up Sarah knowing it will hurt him, him hurting her in turn, almost leaving and then deciding to come back, to continue, knowing he’s way past the point of no return, that the doors of grief have been blown wide open and there’s no coming back from this. Ellie deciding to stay with him as he lays there dying, telling her to go, finding a fucking needle and thread to stitch him up with, having no idea what she’s doing, starving for food as she waits for him to get better, when it would have been so much safer to leave like he told her, going through all of that hell with David, Joel fighting for his life to get to her - every choice they make escalates them further and further into commitment and devotion. The consequences for that devotion get bigger and bigger, and yet they still choose it.

This of course culminates to Joel’s final choice at the end, which was not really a choice so much as the natural consequence of every other choice that led up to it. Not only the choices they made to keep each other alive, but also the choices that led to failures. Despite the fact that neither likely would have survived on their own, they’re also permanently changed by each other in ways that are not all positive. Joel knows that loving Ellie means running the risk of failing her, over and over again, just like he failed Sarah; and that to protect her means having to commit larger and larger acts of violence to keep her safe. Ellie knows that loving Joel means running the risk of being abandoned if he leaves or dies, and sticking with him means uncovering a violence in herself she will never be able to unsee. But they both still choose it anyway. They choose each other over and over again, without obligation, despite harrowing, soul-shattering, world-ending consequences. Is it healthy? Definitely not. But that’s what makes it so fucking powerful.

To see this level of insanity-fueling, logic-defying love depicted between a chosen parent/child relationship is extremely unconventional and incredibly alluring. I think it profoundly challenges the societal delusion that romantic love is stronger than anything else, while also challenging the supremacy of family defined by blood. It also shows that both the beautiful, healing, and dark, violence-ensuing sides of love do not emerge as part of some mysterious and random force, but rather results from the continual choice to save one another and be saved; to see one another and be seen; to know one another and be known.

[writingmaneskin]

The Rest is History - A Damiano David Blurb

Pairings: Damiano David x Reader

Fluff

Words: 1.2k

Description: Will either of you be brave enough to be open about your feelings?

A/N: Still working on things, and life.

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You could not remember a time when he wasn’t in your life. 

Even looking back through family videos and pictures, there he was, always by your side. 

It took you years, perhaps far too long to realize that you never wanted him to leave.

“Your head is in the clouds again.” Damiano joked, seeing that you couldn’t focus on the conversation happening backstage. You had joined them on the road for a couple of shows, to catch up and spend some much needed time with Damiano.

You looked at him all smiley and he smiled immediately too.

“What?” He asked, a note of self-consciousness in his voice.

“Nothing.”

“Are you okay?” 

“Yes, just thinking.”

“Do you want to go out for a smoke?” He offered.

“Please, some fresh air will do wonders.” 

You heard Vic say something to the others but couldn’t pay much attention to her words as Damiano put his hand on your lower back and warped all your attention immediately.

You walked side by side with him, his hand never leaving your lower back.

“Can I be honest?” He asked, lighting his cigarette before passing you the lighter.

“I will be very hurt if you stop being honest with me for some reason.”

He smiled.

“I think you are overworked and that you desperately need a break.”

“Have you looked in a mirror lately?” You replied.

He chuckled.

“I am used to this life.” He tried to argue.

“That doesn’t mean it’s good for you.”

“There’s only one puzzle piece missing from my life.” Damiano admitted.

“What is it?” 

The door of the arena opened, Thomas coming out.

“It’s your turn in the makeup chair. Or we’ll be late.” Thomas announced.

Damiano’s smile looked sad but you both put out your cigarettes and he put his hand on your back again and all three of you walked back.

“This conversation is not over.” You kissed his cheek before he went to get all pretty for the show.

**

Your heart always threatened to leave your chest whenever he was performing - a wild mix of joy, anxiety and pride, as well as love trying to overwhelm you and take over.

You always had the best time at their shows and there was something special about being able to greet him as soon as he was off stage and hug him and just.. have that moment.

“They are so cute together.” You heard Thomas tell Vic and the comment caused you both joy and pain.

“When will you put him out of his misery?” Ethan winked at you, making you blush.

You noticed that Damiano was red too but didn’t say anything.

“I am not going to kill him, if that’s what you’re asking for.”

“Y/N loves me that much at least.” Damiano teased.

Your mouth worked faster than your brain.

“I love you more than you could imagine.” You confessed, but assumed that your words would be taken as friendly love, nothing romantic. You didn’t want to make Damiano feel uncomfortable.

No one said anything until Vic finally suggested you all go to McDonalds for the after show ritual.

“Are you okay?” Damiano asked, taking the seat next to you.

“Just a bit tired.” You lied, trying to avoid talking about the elephant in the room and your recent love confession.

“Can we talk soon?” He brushed his hand against yours.

“You’re talking now.” Vic tried to make it less awkward in her own way. It only made you blush again and Damiano looked tired of the shenanigans.

“Privately, Victoria.” He emphasised and you wondered what that was about and if it will end up with you crying at the end of the night.

“We’ll talk. I promise.”

“Good. I have had some things on my mind that I want to share with you.”

You caught an exchanged look between Vic and Thomas and Ethan nudging them to keep quiet as you got to the McDonalds drive through.

About two hours later, you were in your hotel room, Damiano awkwardly standing in the doorway.

“I won’t bite. Come in.” You encouraged him.

“I hope you won’t.” He chuckled.

“Well, I can bite if you want me to, but I promise I will keep to myself.” You tried to be casual with your flirting and caught a smirk on his face as he sat down on your bed.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while because I feel like this conversation is long overdue.”

“Okay, please go ahead.” You could feel the anxiety building up in your stomach but there was nothing much that you could do except wait and see what the love of your life would say and try to live with whatever new reality is sprung on you.

“I’ve had feelings for you for a very long time.” Damiano started and stopped as soon as he saw the shocked expression on your face.

“What?”

“I have had feelings for you for as long as I can remember and it’s unfair on both of us if I just keep them for myself.”

You pinched yourself discreetly, hoping that this wasn’t just some trick that your brain might be playing on you.

“What do you mean you’ve had feelings for me for as long as you could remember?”

“I mean exactly what I said.” Damiano said calmly, but you could see the heartache starting to threaten. He thought you were rejecting him.

“And you never said anything?”

“No. I didn’t think it’s worth it. I always thought you could do better.”

You took a step closer to him.

“And what would happen if I were to tell you that I feel the same way?” You spoke quietly.

A look of pure shock went through his face.

“I would assume that you are kidding me.”

“You’ve known me my entire life, Damiano David. I would not lie to you, let alone about this.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I felt like you could do better.”

He looked too stunned to speak. 

“I love you.” You cupped his face very gently and felt his hands on your lower back, pulling you closer.

“I love you.” He smiled at you and you could see the tears coming to his eyes.

**

You walked downstairs to the lobby area hand in hand, smiles gracing both of your faces.

“Do not start with the “I told you so.””.  Damiano told Vic as she was opening her mouth. Ethan and Thomas started laughing as Vic looked almost scandalized even though it was what she was going to say.

“I want to know everything!” She said after recovering for a moment.

“We spoke.” You smiled, not holding back on the heart-eyes you were giving Damiano.

“Aaaaaaaand?” Vic nudged, wanting to know more.

“The rest is history.” Damiano winked at her.

This new, old love, this new and old situation and the space to be open about your feelings made you feel free, which in turn brought such joy that you kept pinching yourself to make sure that it’s all real. 

“Indeed, the rest is history.” You smiled and pulled your new boyfriend for a kiss.

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