#day 5: companion

[akirakirxaa]

[ day 5: companion ]

Sometimes a family can be your two husbands and your glittery purple dog.

[abelas]

no sorry, i cant hang out tonight I’m busy

me, being busy:

[wraithdolll]

happy 8 years since darkstalker legends came out

[brain-rot-hour]

"I'm so sorry. Were you waiting for me?"

[typosandtea]

Falloutober 2023 Day 5: This Thing Called Defeat

[leikeliscomet]

I can't believe in the lord's year of 2024 people genuinely think 'Ten didn't lead Martha on and Martha is to blame' is an unpopular opinion. Like I would love to see what alt timeline existed when the fandom collectively stood behind Martha over Ten and he became the least popular incarnation in the show. Everyone keeps posting the same 'both sides were wrong' takes in the discourse but the minute we actually unpack Ten's side in question suddenly it's 'attacking' 'demonising' 'cancelling'. Everyone loves to cry about nuance and grace and yet accusing Martha of being a predator, sexually manipulative and controlling is perfectly acceptable bc you lot are only willing to explore moral complexities with white characters. Nah it will always be incredibly gross to me that after a decade of racism towards her the minute the fandom actually starts to unpack the misogynoir and actually empathise with Martha for once and has the audacity to criticise anything Ten does, his stans paint the narrative that Martha is the aggressor and her stans hold the dominant position in the fandom and by perpetrating misogynoir they are fighting the good fight against the mainstream narrative when they've been the popular majority since 2006 I've had enoughhhh

EDIT: I've already made a post like this but ah well if we're gonna do up old discourse I'll bring up the old debunking arguments

[crazymecjc]

shuake week day 1 - reunion.

[midnightwind]

why is everyone so pissy at me after the Fade!! the Inquisitor just physically fought through hell and all I hear is whining afterwards

[faalves-wii]

tfw when the current manga you've taken interest in has such a small fan base.

[wildfairies]

*through gritted teeth* in my skyrim era

[ode-to-fury]

I just finished the game

[ferwynter]

Pencil sketch of Ferwyn.

[whispers-of-gallifrey]

Just watched Fury from the Deep and I love Victoria's exit so much it breaks my heart. She's so worn down by their travels always ending up full of danger and death and her always being put in the position of damsel in distress. She really doesn't want to leave jamie and the doctor but she doesn't want that life and I love that it let's her make that choice. And I love that Jamie's concerned she won't be happy living in, what is to them, the future but she acknowledges she's changed too much to go back to Victorian England, and she's highly unlikely to get back there anyway, not without more death and danger. That the doctor changes his mind about slipping away in the night and agrees to stay another day so Victoria can think about her decision properly without feeling as pressured. The fact that she knows the doctor won't say a proper goodbye because that's his way. The way she stands on the beach watching them row out to the tardis, knowing she'll never see either of them again. The fact she doesn't go back to the tardis with them to collect her belongings. Jamie's "I don't care where we go next" because he's miserable that Victoria made that decision. The Doctor's "I was fond of her too, you know" which is the closest he'll get to admitting how much he cares about them all. I just love it

[late-nite-scholar]

Aug 13 (Day 2)- Secret/Golden

It’s a warm day in Whiterun, and especially for training at Jorrvaskr. Two of the women of the kitchen staff take the Companions out some refreshments, one of whom Farkas has a crush on. Cute fluff, a little angsty, ultimately adorable. Prompts by @tes-summer-fest

Nord/Altmer OC x Farkas 

Warnings- None

Wordcount- ~850

***

Farkas looked up at the sound of Torvar cheering, taking him out of the spar with his brother. A couple of the kitchen girls had come out with refreshments. Kynhild put out a tray of mugs and a couple bottles of mead while Fritha went around with a cup and bucket of water. She stopped at where Ria and Athis had paused their match, before heading to where Aela and Skjor waited. 

Finally, she made her way over. Farkas’ heart skipped. The sun shone brightly, turning her hair into a golden cloud that poked out from beneath her floral patterned kerchief. Even her skin had a golden glow, though her cheeks had reddened as she approached them. 

She went to Vilkas first and his heart sank. He and his brother had both stripped out of their shirts under the surprisingly warm sun, and Vilkas had always been the more handsome one. And why not? He was smarter, more articulate, and cut a flawlessly trim, muscular figure. And women loved how he carried himself in that aloof way. Farkas, even with his larger size, could hardly compete with that, though he didn't often begrudge his brother for it. But right now, it hurt to watch Fritha smile at Vilkas, knowing he couldn't compare. Why else would he be dead last for a water call? 

He tried to put those thoughts aside as Fritha turned toward him and all but ran over. Her face was so completely flushed it almost glowed with heat. He waited for her to exclaim something about Vilkas, as many did.  He gave her a smile, even as that arrow of thought thrust deeper into his heart.

“I'm sorry to interrupt, Sir Farkas, but Tilma didn't want anybody fainting from the heat, so we brought some water and drinks.” She smiled. “I'm sorry I didn't get over here sooner. And for interrupting your sparring.” 

“That's no problem at all. Can't complain about somethin’ to drink in this heat.” He took a deep gulp from the water she handed to him, still cold from the frost enchantment on the cup. 

“Do you and your brother always spar like this?” She asked, teeth delicately chewing at her bottom lip. 

Ah, there it was. The start of it. He shrugged. “Well, only when it's hot out.” 

“Perhaps I shall have to ask for jobs in the yard on hot days, then.” Her face immediately turned an even deeper crimson, and she shuffled her feet. “Bring water to keep you both hydrated.” 

“Well, you'll have plenty to look at while you're at it,” he waved his hand over at his brother. “I get it.” 

She raised a finely shaped eyebrow at him. “I suppose… but that wouldn’t be my first choice. I mean you’re... Maybe I shouldn't have said anything… oh, gods…” 

“Why would ya look at me when Vilkas is right there?” 

“Why wouldn't I?” 

Farkas looked at the cup in his hand and shrugged. “He's the smarter one, the handsomer one.” 

“Says who?” The indignation in her voice made him look up. Her pretty, green eyes were dark under her golden, furrowed brows. 

It caught him off guard. “Uh, everybody says that.” 

“Well, I'm glad I'm not ‘everybody’ then.” Her face softened. “I think you're much more handsome. And you've always been so kind. I…I don't think you should sell yourself short. Um, I should get this water over to the table, and get back to my duties. Again, sorry to bother you!” 

“You're never a bother.” He reached out, gently touching her shoulder. “Thank you, Fritha. I’ll watch for you, when you come round again. Maybe it'll stay warm for a little while longer.” 

She gave him a smile and fled, water bucket in hand. Vilkas came over as Farkas watched her go, the sun turning her hair into that golden halo again, barely contained by the kerchief. He found himself sighing. 

“She's beautiful.” He said it softly, reverently. 

“She likes you, too,” Vilkas nudged him with an elbow. “When she came over I've never seen someone blush that hard. She kept saying how she was going to make a fool of herself the minute she came over here.” 

“Why?” 

“I think she got a little flustered seeing you. I told her not to worry too much. That it would be fine. She thinks you’re gorgeous, by the way. Makes sense, since you’re the better looking one.”

“What? No, I’m not. You are. Women always look at you more than me.”

“Not at all! Do you not see how they stare at you in the market?”

“No way!”

“I see it every time!”

The brothers looked at each other for a moment before they both burst out laughing. Njada walked by, slowing and giving them both a look. 

“You two okay?”

“Well, it seems each of us thought the other was the better-looking one.” Vilkas wiped at the tears streaming down his face. 

She sighed, rolling her eyes. “You’re twins. You look almost the same. The pair of you are both handsome, which is good because neither of you is very smart.”

She scoffed as she left, but it only made them laugh harder.   

[khruschevshoe]

My Hot-Take/Controversial Ranking of Doctor Who Seasons (excluding specials bc my special order is really unhinged)

3 > 1 > 10 > 4 > 5 > 8 > 11 > 12 > 9 > 7b > 2 > 6 > 13 = 7a

Disclaimer: I have favorite episodes that come from every single season on this list, including 7a. For example, even though Season 6 is low on the list, the God Complex, Almost People/Rebel Flesh, and Impossible Astronaut are some of my favorite of the show. I do really love the Power of Three. These are based on season arc/average feeling per episode/rewatchability on a subjective level.

[snailvibes]

I love not being home yet!!!!!!!!!! /sarcastic (it is 5 fucking pm)