#doubble

[evandash]

Double should have two b’s it just feels right

its absurd that trio is four letters long and not three

[rustgill]

Ya big lug!

[zoidennnfie]

wirebody frame little mac

[dreamyblanket]

Hi Dreamy! I just wanted to ask, but do you have a masterlist or would you ever create one? I’m new and your dragon y/n talk has intrigued me but I can’t find any posts or stories without scrolling for a while 😅 though that could be because I’m stuck on mobile

I don’t mean to be rude! Make sure to drink plenty of water! ❤️❤️

Totally valid question, tbh I completely forgot about masterlists but I'll start one when I start posting y/n stuff again. It'll take me a while to add all my old stuff to it though ^^u

However! As a fellow mobile user there is an annoying work around!

If your trying to find dragon y/n then if you scroll to a post with dragon y/n and click the tag it'll pull up all posts with the same tag on my blog. That's what's allways worked for me but I know it's annoying.

And thank you for the water reminder ♡

[ptb-composer]

Where is Chloe?

She's in Arcadia Bay. In the comics it's revealed that in the 2 years where max stayed in a different universe, Chloe rebuilt Arcadia Bay. So She's in Arcadia Bay and Max is away for this job. Their relationship survived 2 years apart, it can last 1 year in the same universe but different ends kf the country.

Chloe is happily running Joyce's Two Whales Diner, which is the canon name of the rebuilt diner which is so touching. And she's running a garage out of the back, with an art studio where she makes sculpture out of scrap metal.

[f1nn42]

Did a fun photoshoot with my friend! Better photos coming soon

[stariightjoyy]

Double points for the first race 🧡

Lando on P6 and Oscar on P8 with 8 seconds behind Lando 🏎️ Both our papaya boys did so well! Can't wait to see what they will show us on he following races hoping for a double podium soon 🧡

🖼️: McLaren X account

[aggressivelyaverage21]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61293925/chapters/166881679

The consequences of Mira's rest day are here... on that same rest day. It hits her hard. She gets slammed by inconvenient memories. Syrena does what she can to support her. It's cold. Teine *doesn't* need a teddy bear. Grio is a biter, but is happy to snugle instead... and so is her flier. Teine and Grio team up and it’s… terrifying.

Mira had spent the flight berating herself, only to fly head first into the fight for a city that had already been lost. The rider’s objective had simply been to give the civilians enough time to flee, and to take out as many wyvern as they could. It hadn’t been entirely successful, but eventually there had been enough separation for the riders to join them on the long trek to Cordyn.

She thought about returning to Anca, but she’d wanted to stay and ensure these people made it to relative safety. In a brief moment between helping make the wounded ready to move, Syrena had asked if Mira would accompany them. She’d needed the opportunity to discuss provincial matters with her uncle anyway and having Mira there to assist seemed too appealing to pass up.

Mira hadn’t taken much convincing. They would escort the refugees for another day of their journey before they would need to return to the fight. Mira and two other riders, and Syrena and three fliers. It wasn’t lost on Mira that together they were a strange amalgamation of a full drift.

She’d really embraced the enemy she’d spent her whole life preparing to annihilate, huh? Her mother must be so proud . Mira scoffed as the passing thought struck a bitter chord deep in the back of her throat. The General lost her ability to judge Mira’s actions when she turned her back on innocent people and cowered from the real enemy. Mira didn’t know why she still cared– why it was her mom’s voice in her mind that always accompanied any of her perceived shortcomings, even now.

“Despite the friction between you, you have always admired her. It is unsurprising that recent events have shaken your belief in her, and thus yourself.”

“I didn’t ask you.” She didn’t need Teine to tell her that. Lilith Sorrengail left a legacy she’d been eclipsed by from the time she’d begun training at eight years old. Mira had always strived to stand on her own, to give the appearance that she was unaffected by her pedigree– that she was her own rider. And she was.

Especially after her actions at Strythmore. It was the first time she’d stepped out of that shadow truly on her own. She wasn’t the General’s daughter. She wasn’t the martyr’s sister. She was the Hero of Strythmore, leaving her own legacy, despite having a… complicated relationship with that particular title.

Mira scrubbed her hand over her face. She didn’t need to think about all of that on top of everything else. None of it mattered. Her family—well, her family drama at least; she’d do anything for Violet and Brennan despite how mad she was at him—Her history. Her hopes. Her pain.

They. Didn’t. Matter.

Not when the continent threatened to drain or burn, likely both.

Mira wasn’t delusional. She didn’t have any qualms about the likelihood of her joining those on the death roll by the end of this. There was every possibility she would, or Brennan– for real this time– or even Violet. And all of the people she’d grown to care about, despite her best efforts not to– Messina included. He was a colleague, squadmate… her friend, and he might very well be joining Malek by morning.

Mira blinked hard, shaking her head as she turned her eyes back to the horizon, idly wondering how long they’d be able to hold their present position. Anca wasn’t far from Zoylla. She was mildly surprised the dark wielders hadn’t tried it yet, but they were starting to be surrounded. She imagined they would need to adjust their outpost soon to better access the province and knew the likelihood of the city standing after they did was minimal.

It would be another city like the one before her, now. Gone. And it wasn’t even her home. Not even her people. She’d sent someone else and then by the time she'd arrived with the reinforcements it was too late to do much anyway. So now she was here, watching the horizon to ensure they weren’t followed, hoping for a bit of quiet before wandering back toward their camp.

Teine was unable to stand by and listen to his rider’s spiraling thoughts any longer. Oftentimes she just needed a bit of a nudge out of it, but lately she’d needed a firmer reminder. “Our being here would not have changed this outcome. They did all they could.”

“That’s not– I know.” Mira was confident in her skills. In her ability to fight. She didn’t think the others with her were incompetent. Not in the slightest. Sure, many of them were senior first lieutenants, like herself, but she wasn’t the only one who was being withheld rank.

“You needed rest. They would not have been any better off with you here in that state.”

“I know.” As embarrassing as it was, Mira would have burned out after hardly any time at all into the fight. She likely would have been more of a liability than anything else. That didn’t change the fact that after more sleep than she’d gotten in weeks combined and hot food, Mira hadn’t settled for that. She’d gone further, allowing herself time with Syrena. Time to slow things down and sink into the softness of a moment that had no business being on the front. Dunne bless it …

“This is not a punishment from your gods because you spent time with your flier.”

“Teine, I know!” She’d known the second the thought passed through her head. Mira had never considered herself particularly religious. Though she’d always felt like she’d had a bit of a tail wind when it came to the gods, despite her personal grudge with some of Malek’s more greedy actions.

She didn’t need Teine to argue with her. She didn’t need him to point it out. She knew all of it. That didn’t mean that she had to like it. It also didn’t mean that her dragon wasn’t cheating– sometimes Mira didn’t quite find it fair that he was privy to the passing thoughts she was trying her damndest not to give the time of day. Their lives were too short and too violent as it was already. She didn’t want to feel guilty about any moment of peace, but that was far easier said than done.

It had not entirely been her decision to stay behind, but if she’d have fought it harder in all likelihood Teine would have allowed it. It had ultimately been her decision not to go. To allow Messina to take her place. She stood by that, even now. It was the only thing to do, really. It made sense. More so than her pushing further into burnout. Dunne, if it had been her instead, who knows how badly things would have gone. Mira would absolutely not have been at her best.

So really, there was no point in bemoaning what happened, what could have been– what she would have preferred reality to be. She needed to accept that. The sooner she could quit dwelling on things that were out of her hands, and stop beating herself up for things that were out of her control, the sooner she could focus on the things that actually needed her attention.

Her standing here feeling like it should have been her to take the blade, that it should be her life hanging in the balance was not going to make it so Messina’s wasn’t. It accomplished nothing. A thought she’d already had and dismissed.

Yet.

The spiral continued. Round and around, as spirals go.

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[smulnsander]

I wanna be a boy dyke but I want more boy than dyke yknow what I mean?

[normalbirb]

i miss playing on my 3ds....

[dialecticaldimensions]

this was perfect and so immensely sweet and so so them 🥹 needed so many more little conversations like this in s8!

thank you sm foggy!!!!! <3 your way with words is so lovely ✨

for your wisdom tooth recovery writing prompt! (Hope recovery goes well and fast!!) <33

s8 msr - first night after mulder properly moves into scully’s apartment (bc in my head he did at some point before the end of the season!)

"I Read Some of What You Wrote"

Thank you! I'm doing pretty good: about 95% back to normal. :DDD

Did a double drabble (200 words); but I fear that's simply called a ficlet. Ah, well.

[Ao3]

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Scully hadn’t meant to leave it open, Aunt Dana bookmark up like a flag for lost wanderers. The haze of hospitals, pizzas, and dolls made her forget her partner was a seeker most successful in the dark. 

She wondered if his truths were always tucked away in others’ journals.

“You… uh,” Mulder began, swiping at his nose. “Didn’t start this until....” 

Until she could turn to the first page, hand him a pen, and tell him to write Fox Mulder under Your Father’s Name. Until he was six feet under, cold hands folded over his punctured corpse. 

She nodded, slowly followed the impulse to draw closer. "I'm still catching up. Things have been...."

"Busy, lately.”

He flipped it forward, pages buzzing with well-bound wishes. The conclusion read Happily Ever After!-- unsuitably cheesy, unashamedly pat. 

Cheek pressed against the arm that thumbed through these promises, Scully noticed her partner's left hand on the move. It gripped something, brought it into view, and chased after that final ending with artistic purpose. 

A tiny UFO now coasted above the After-- inappropriately flippant, hopelessly Mulder. 

His eyes were large and questioning, mouth split into an irreverent, hesitant smirk. “You think the kid’ll believe, Scully?” 

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Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic.

[zaycheese]

If it wasn't for tumblr I would have no idea that its tuesday.

[aggressivelyaverage21]

Seeing Mira be soft and blushing has me giggling and kicking my damn feet😂😂 200/10 chapter♥️💛

I have a thing for hard women getting softer around someone specific okayyyy

So happy to hear you liked the chapter 💙

[spooky-salesman]

HLELBQBABANBAA

"Acedia: Crytpid Crawler 3" leaked photo!!!

@bunny-j3st3r

[smulnsander]

Smuggling spiked collars, an excessive amount of chain jewlry, large jackets, queer pins, and a heavy pair of boots when im leaving to see my friends then having to peel off my whole faggy get up before I go home.