#feels hypocritical

[aghostuponthemoor]

I feel like the only person who disliked the kdrama lovely runner…

I truly don’t understand the reason behind its popularity

The plot and writing are nonsensical, repetitive and hackneyed

The romance is overly cheesy and cringe-worthy

The side-characters are mostly useless

And never have I seen a drama in which the two leads barely interact with anyone except each other, to the point where their scenes become nauseating

Had my eyes rolling the entire time and I barely got through the finale by fast-forwarding most of their scenes

Summary of the drama: the female lead spending 16 episodes yelling “sun jae-yaaa” and bawling her eyes out

The only thing it had going for it was its 1st and 2nd male leads, whom I wish had gotten a better script to highlight their talents

[flowersforthemachines]

Note: those were ripped directly from the game files, as they aren't included in the OST. You can also listen to them in this playlist on PinkyJulien's Youtube channel or in this playlist by Slow Walkthroughs.

My DAVG Extracted Audio Masterlist

[aingeal98]

Batfam members who have killed and don't regret it: Helena, Jason, Kate

Batfam members who have killed and it scarred their psyche horribly: Cass, Damian

Batfam members who thought they killed or temporarily killed someone and had a mental breakdown because of it: Dick, Tim

Batfam members who almost killed but pulled themselves back from the edge by choice: Babs, Steph

Batfam members who would have killed if someone hadn't physically stopped them: Bruce, JPV

Batfam members who never tried to kill someone: Duke

[solarpunkani]

Listen I’m not saying that *I* have the balls to buy a reflective vest and go off on a roadside or retention pond somewhere and start fucking around guerrilla gardening

But I am saying that the past week I’ve driven past many MANY people in reflective vests either doing roadwork or maintaining roadside shrubbery or whatever and the amount of times I considered questioning what the fuck they were doing is zero and the amount of times I would’ve even had the TIME to question what the fuck they were doing is zero

I saw groups of people I saw someone solo I didn’t question it I just figured ‘eh they’re doing SOMETHING and carried on. Depending on the location you pick, anyone who WOULD Karen up and interrogate you won’t even have the time space or ability to

[gothghostiie]

@pricegotmedickmatized is having a good day so obviously I have to so something about it

pt. 2 to this

cw: age gap(20s/40s), some size difference, risky place, fingering while driving (dont do this kids), fisting, praise, a little degrading, begging, no lube used, virgin!reader, afab!fem!reader

it's been a few weeks since your grandparents had called him over for help. nothing needed fixing, they didn't need any help. he did go knocking on their door every few days, but they always said they needed nothing. if it wasn't for them inviting him in for cake or whatever goods your grandma made, he would've thought they know what he did to poor, sweet you in their kitchen. but they don't, lucky for him. he doesn't know if he'd be quite as welcome there if they did, probably not. he'd understand it, honestly.

it's another rainy summer day when his phone rings. he still has a landline, prefers it to calling over his phone, its a good thing to have if your phones lost or dead. not that he doesnt have a spare (an old timey flip phone, the one's seniors usually have), but he's know it like that since he was just a boy, so why change it now? he thanks god he has it when it rings and he hears your grandpa's voice through it. "Mr. Price," his tone is warm and kind, as always, "are you busy?" John shakes his head with a soft 'mh-mh', before he can answer properly the old man speaks again. "could you come over?"

Price immediately throws on his jacket, slipping into his boots. barely bothers to pull up the hood over his head to shield him from the rain on the short walk. he's almost beaming at the thought of being able to help again - it's an old instinct he never quite lost and never will lose. it's just how he is, an old dog, eager to help where he can. and it truly pays off, because when your grandfather opens the door and leads him into the living room, you're there.

his eyes glue to you, darting over your outfit. a short little sundress, even shorter than the last one, a thin but baggy jacket and a pair of cute mary jane's that match your outfit together with some frilly, white socks. his cock throbs when you look up at him with big, surprised eyes, looking a bit startled to see him. "Sweetheart. good to see you again." he steps closer with a kind smile, acting like nothing is amiss.

"it's.. nice to see you too.." you say quietly, acting like your cunt isnt clenching around nothing at the mere memory of how his big fingers stretched it out. you force a smile, shifting uncomfortably as you cuss yourself out for needing to change your panties once youre home. your whole clothes, considering how its raining, but at least that gives you an excuse to have a long, hot bath and-

"John," your grandmothers sweet voice breaks the silence, ripping you out of your thoughts, "could you drive her home? its just a 20 minute drive and she's here with her bike." she gives you a lovingly scolding look, making your cheeks heat up in slight embarrassment, even more when you see John's expression.

"of course." he winks at you. "let me go get my truck. sit tight, love." you can't even protest as he walks out of the door without another word, your grandma giving you a nudge as you open your mouth to speak.

"don't be like that, I couldn't stand the thought of you in the rain sweetie. and john doesn't mind." you give her a little look, she digs in her purse. "just give him this as a thank you for driving you." she says, handing you a 10 bill, it just makes you sigh. she's stubborn as a mule and you don't want to argue with her. so you pocket it with a grumble, then hug them both goodbye before leaving the house to see an old, a bit raggedy looking, high truck standing in front of the small house your grandparents call their own. you almost didn't wanna go in, it looks like one of these things a pervert in a movie would drive - but John hops out and opens the passenger door for you.

"C'mon in love, don't be shy. it's all nice 'n cozy up in there." he smiles warmly, but it sounds like he's coaxing an animal to get in its crate - but you do. you walk over, shielding your face from the rain with your hand. you put one foot up on the small step - john quickly steps behind you, big hands gripping your waist tightly and giving you a boost. he lifts you with ease, fingers digging into the soft fabric of your dress and squishing the fat underneath it gently. put one hand on your ass until you pull yourself in and sit down; before you can reach for the seat belt he fastens it for you. closes the door and quickly hops into the drivers side again, starting the truck up without buckling up. pulls off the curb and onto the street, driving with a content hum. "where to?" he asks, glancing over at you, your slightly damp hair clinging to your face in a few places, your dress riding up your thigh a good bit - he can't help but wonder if your sweet ass is sitting bare on the leather bench, save for your panties.

you tell him the street and house number of the small apartment building you live in, he hums and drives into that direction. he doesn't even try to hide the glances that roam over your body every chance he gets, at every stop sign and every red light. the sound of the rain coming down onto the car and the quiet music on the radio filling the cab of the car, only broken up by him speaking to you. "how've you been, hm?" he asks softly, one hand reaching over to pat your knee - and find purchase on your lower thigh. "you been behaving yourself?" he chuckles at his own joke, you nod a bit.

"y-yea. I've been good." you stutter, too flustered for your own good. this isn't the first man you've ever talked to by any means but something about him gets you so unbelievably nervous.

"you've been good, have you? what a good girl." he chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners when he does, squeezing your thigh a bit tighter. you gulp, he grins wider. "been doin' well too. missing you an awful lot, though. should've asked you for your phone number last time." he sighs softly, his thumb rubbing the bare, soft skin of your thing while it keeps inching higher and higher, as if you won't notice.

'you missed me?" your voice is soft, confused, hesitant to ask him something like that. he smirks and nods, stopping at a red light.

"that I did. couldnt get your pretty little face out of my head." his hand briefly leaves your thigh to grab you cheeks, squishing them while giving your head a little shake. he can feel your cheeks heat up and it makes him laugh even more. "you're so fucking cute. when I grab your little cunt you just moan like a whore and buck your hips to fuck it, but when i tell you i missed you, you blush like a little school girl. its hilarious." he lets go of your cheeks and pats one of them a bit more rough than necessary before he keeps ok driving; his hand finding purchase on your thigh once again; this time higher up, able to reach under your dress if he wanted to. "it's adorable, really. but yea, I missed you."

his tone is casual again, like he didn't just.. say that. like he didn't just remind you of how desperate you were, of how you almost let him fist you in your grandparents kitchen while they were a room over (you would've let him, if he hadn't stopped), of how good his fingers stretching you felt, of the words he murmured into your ear; you could feel yourself getting wet, your cunt getting hot from arousal - he laughs. your eyes dart over at him, startled by the sound.

"jesus christ." he keeps laughing, you furrow your brows. "I can feel your little snatch getting hot from here." he empathises the last word with a squeeze where his hand is resting on your thigh, making your jaw drop a bit. you bring your hands up to your face in embarrassment, hiding, he laughs again. "there there, gorgeous." he lifts his arm to wrap it around your shoulders instead, pulling you into his side as good as he can with your seatbelt still on. his hand cradles your head against him gently, you can feel the rumble of his chuckling in his chest. "it's alright, you dont need to be embarrassed." he coos softly, glancing down. "c'mon, let me make you feel better, hm?"

he shifts his hand down to unbuckle your seatbelt, then gently guides you into position: pulling you to sit with your back against his side, one leg up on the seat, the other down to inevitably spread your legs for him. your short dress rides up to expose your wet panties just a bit and it makes him groan when he sees it over your shoulder. "loose those." he commands gently, you follow his order. how could you not? you toss them aside on the seat, your cunt now exposed to the warm air in the truck, thick with tension now. he looks down again, another groan leaving his lips. "that's the little honeypot I got to dip my fingers in?" he croons, the words make it twitch. his hand snakes around your waist this time, quickly finding its way between your legs.

he cups your pussy, gently but firmly, giving it a teasing little squeeze. his palm is immediately slightly damp and sticky, but he doesn't care - rather the opposite. carefully pushes his fingers between your lips, rubbing along your slit slowly, as if he was looking for something - probably looking to drive you crazy. "there you go.." he whispers softly, quickly leaning down to press a kiss onto your head. "you gonna let me in again, sweetheart?"

you nod quickly, you couldn't refuse if you wanted to, you need to feel him again, to feel his calloused fingers on your sensitive walls, feeling the painful stretch of his digits - and you do. he doesn't waste any time, pushing two fingers into your wet hole, scissoring them inside you. it makes you jump and tense up slightly, face scrunching up. his fingers keep moving, stretching you out within just moments of being inside you while he speaks. "shh.. relax for me, yea? take a deep breath, it'll feel even better if you calm down.." his soft words do little to soothe you, considering he's already pushing a third finger into your poor cunt, but you want to be good for him; so you try and do as he tells you. you take deep, shaky breaths, mostly coming out as breathy whines and moans. one of your hands grabs the top of the seat, the other behind you to grab onto his thigh tightly, fingers digging into the worm fabric of his jeans.

"that's a good girl.." he smiles, kissing your head again. "you're doing such a good job listening to me.. and taking my fingers so well, too, aren't you? almost better than last time." he chuckles softly, his fingers thrusting into you faster. "missed me too, didn't you? I can feel how much you missed me." his breathing gets heavier too, unable to keep himself from chuckling again. his thumb presses down on your clit firm but not painful, starting to rub it slowly. the touch almost startles you, your sensitive nub gently squished, making your hips buck.

"Mr. Price-" You pant out, he pushes his fingers deeper as he laughs.

"so polite, aren't you? you truly are a good girl at your core." His thumb rubs your clit faster. "so well behaved, so well mannered, so prim and proper.. except for that sluttly little dress you're wearing. a bit short, isn't it?" he hums, a fourth finger squeezing in again. you were already this far last time and you can't help but wish - pray that he won't stop this time. that he won't pull his fingers out, that he won't leave you hanging again that he won't-

the car stops. so do his fingers. you feel tears well up in your eyes.

"no, nononono-" you mutter, hand scrambling to grab his wrist to stop him from pulling out. "please-" you hiccup. "you can't- not again-"

he stares down at you, eyes wide with shock, but he smiles. he smiles as he watches fat tears spill down your cheeks, his skin turning white from being gripped so hard by your hands; not even able to wrap around his wrist. he watches for a moment, your choked up breathing making him chub up. "oh sweetheart.." he murmurs softly, pulling you closer with his fingers still in your pussy, the movement making you gasp loudly. "I did leave you hanging last time, didn't I?" you nod, head hanging down as you hold your grip, trembling. "I'm sorry baby. I had to." he says, but you don't listen. you just sob again, shaking your head. "you want me to go on, hm? won't leave my car if I don't, will you?" you shake your head again. he smirks.

you cry in protest as he pulls his fingers out of you, despite your iron grip he does it with ease. you sob loudly, desperately, heartbreaking. he coos at you softly, wrapping you in a tight hug against his side. "shh.. don't go crying now, I only want tears of pleasure from you, alright?" he whispers into your ear, placing a kiss underneath. "you'll be alright. Just be good and listen to me. I know you can." you sob again, but nod, trusting him this time. he smiles.

"good girl." his hand comes up to ruffle your hair, then gently pushes you away. you look back at him with you big, sad eyes, wet eyelashes blinking up at him. "don't loom at me like that. turn around." you quickly do, sitting to face him. he smiles. "lean back against the door and pull one leg on the seat, just like you leaned against me." you sniff and nod, quickly getting into position while he turns to you too. he smiles at you gently. "good, youre so good at listening to me." he murmurs, hand going between your thighs again, lifting your dress to expose your dripping, gaping pussy.

"aw, fuck.." he groans, having to take a deep breath. "look at that sloppy little cunt.. all open and waiting for me, isnt it? she gonna take whatever i giver her, won't she?" you nod quickly, he laughs softly, his thumb grazing your clit again. "how about I finally make due on my promise, hm? give her what she wants?" your eyes widen, but you nod again. John smirks, giving a nod back as his fingers slowly slide back into you - three fingers first to open you back up again, before the fourth also squeezes in. "take a deep breath 'n relax for me. tell me if it hurts too bad." he waits for you to nod again before tucking his thumb against his palm, his hand in a cone shape as he slowly starts pushing it in. your eyes widen, you hold your breath as he slowly wiggles it in; thrusting back and forth a bit to spread your slick around, until he's in up to his knuckles. he pauses again.

"alright, love. this' probably gonna hurt a bit, so hold onto something." he watches one hand dig into the seat as he plants his free hand above just above your mound so his thumb can reach your clit, rubbing it softly to help you relax - and to let the other hand grip onto his forearm. he looks up at you briefly, before slowly, carefully pushing his knuckles against your stretched hole. you whine loudly, toes curling as you tremble, an intense mix of pleasure and pain cursing through your lower belly as he works them in slowly. "almost, almost.. keep breathing.." he mutters, brows furrowed in concentration - his knuckles pop in with a wet squelch, making you cry out loudly.

John groans as he watches his hand burried inside snugly, all the way up to his wrist. "fuck.." he breathes hard, cock pressing painfully against his zipper. "such a good little pussy.." he whispers, slowly twisting his wrist. your eyes roll back and you moan loudly, but he quickly pulls one knee up on the seat and leans forward, swallowing the noise with a deep, heated kiss. his tongue pushes into your mouth as his fist starts thrusting into you, slowly at first, but your hips push back against it. he glances down, chuckling and shaking his head. "greedy fucking thing, isn't she?" he jokes softly, thrusting up into you harder. your cries get swallowed by another kiss, pussy gushing aroudn his wrist and definitely staining his seat; but he couldn't care less. all he wanted now was to make you cum all over his fist, make you shake and cry with pleasure, his thumb rubbing your clit faster, pressing down harder.

it doesn't take long before you start twitching, tensing up around him. "you gonna cum for me?" he whispers against your lips, leaning up to kiss your tears away. you try to speak between moans and sobs, but all that comes out is a hiccup. he smiles softly. "its alright, come for me. show me how much she likes me."

and you do. you come undone with a loud cry, your body shaking as he keeps fisting you through your high, legs kicking slight as the overstimulation creeps in. "there you go, that's a good girl.." he slowly his movements, kissing your forehead, taking deep breaths with you. "deep breath now." he murmurs - then pulls out with a wet pop, making you wince. he chuckles, looking at his slicked up fist, the cab of the car only lit by nearby street lights. he marvels at the sight for a moment before your catch his eye again, breathing heavy and all exhausted - and your gaping hole. his breath hitches at the sight, cock twitching painfully. "fucking look at that.." he shakes his head, snapping out of it. this isn't the time. he pulls your dress down, helping you sit upright.

"come on now. it's late, you need to sleep. I'll carry you to the door."

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Ik it's a bit early but I can't believe it's been almost one year since this post

Btw yeah its real

[sublimerences]

Sticking them into Pokémon as a design exercise… the teams are solely vibes and not based on any knowledge of proper team building or meta (of which I have no knowledge of!)

[fatuismooches]

Dottore and his segments get a taste of their own medicine after giving you a job of your own. (In other words, you ignore their need for attention in favor of your work, they get pouty, just like you did.)

As of late, a peculiar sight had made its way into the lab. Actually, peculiar wasn't even strong enough of a word for the agents to use. They had nearly tripped over their feet once they saw the new area of their working quarters in the lab.

In addition to their Lord Harbinger's desk (that was shared amongst the segments depending on the day), there was now another desk on the opposite side of the room, and the cute decorations on it were quite noticeable. Photo frames and stationery. A comfortable and plush chair with a blanket that dropped over it.

... A plushie version of the Harbinger that laid on Dottore's desk, commissioned by you to motivate him.

(A side thought - the number of desks the Doctor had was something to wonder about. One in the lab, one in the office, one in the bedroom - no wonder things were always scattered around the place. But that was something for another day...)

And most importantly, you, Dottore's spouse, standing next to their Lord, rocking back on your heels nervously as he introduced you as their new co-worker.

—

It all began when you approached your husband with a very simple request.

"Dottie, I want a job!" You said with enthusiasm, smile as wide and proud as ever. The scientist paused his work and turned to look at you with a blank expression.

"... A job, you say?" You only puffed your chest out more at his confirmation.

"Yes, a job. I mean, being your lover is already a lot of work for my poor back, but I want to actually work with you! With your research and stuff, like the old days!" Your excitement was completely serious and were it not for your health, it would have been infectious for the scholar. Rarely did he ever meet anyone who was truly interested in his work. But of course, certain restrictions have held you back for a long time now.

"We've already been over this. My work is too dangerous for you," the Doctor sighed as he turned back around to continue whatever he was doing.

"I know, I know, but I meant other kinds of stuff. I've been thinking like... a desk job! It doesn't have to be anything dangerous! I could... sort papers for you? Oh, and you have one of those fancy stamps, right? I could stamp them too! I could rewrite your notes... ah, and the best part - I could help you write reports too! You always liked my essays, didn't you?" You were doing your best to provide Dottore with a convincing case, snuggling up against his firm back. Only another sigh escaped your husband, not really that convinced.

"Come on..." you inhaled his familiar scent, tinged with that laboratory smell that never seemed to go away, but somehow brought comfort to you. "I've been so bored lately... and lonely," you muttered the last part pointedly. "I just want some work to take my mind off things!"

Indeed, there was always limited entertainment and pastimes to occupy yourself with. It was especially boring on days you couldn't get out of bed, or when no segment could afford you attention...

"And you know what, I could give those agents of yours some writing tips, too!"

Yes, there had been many times his employees were not up to his standards, despite how many of them fawned over him (for some odd reason)...

"And I'll be helping you too! It's good for everyone."

Of course, you always felt rather good about yourself if you managed to help him, being the Second Harbinger and all...

"I suppose I shall give it some thought-" Before the man could finish his sentence you started squeezing him tightly while hopping in delight.

"Oh, thank you! So, when do I start? Do I get one of your huge desks too?"

"I didn't say yes yet, darling."

"Shh... we both know what you mean!"

—

And that was how you now clocked in at "work" every day with the agents (later than normal, but you had special privileges.) It was daunting at first for the poor souls, even the ones who secretly admired you from afar (being in the fan club and all.) Even though initially you were merely sorting papers, you were the most important person in that room.

However, soon enough, going to work in this dreary lab became a lot more cheery thanks to your sweet demeanor. Somehow, the atmosphere had become a lot less tense since the last time the segments visited.

The agents had little to no problem speaking to you like a normal person, after you had graciously given them tips on impressing the Harbinger.

"Psst..." you were hovering behind an unsuspecting agent, reading the report she had for Dottore, who jumped at your whisper. "You know, he might click his tongue if you give him that." Although her mask covered her face, you could see that half surprised at how you popped out of nowhere, and half agreeing with your words. Perhaps she felt comfortable enough to spill the situation to you.

"I-I am well aware of that," she deeply sighed, "but no matter what I write, my Lord always seems to be unsatisfied..." You patted her shoulder in sympathy. Having worked with Dottore since the Akademiya days, you knew very well of his distaste for certain things.

"Well, that's why I was hired, friend! To make his and your life easier! See, look here, that's a no-no, he wouldn't appreciate those details, mhm, but this needs to be elaborated on more, uh huh..." Of course, being the good spouse and employee you were, the report was converted into the best one that had ever landed on the Doctor's desk.

On your lunch break, they provided you with some juicy gossip about anything they could get their hands on (the fan club had long reaches, apparently.) Frequently you had to debunk things about Dottore... (the handbook was swiftly revised.)

Needless to say, things seemed to be going well. You looked happier. Motivated. Having new "friends" as your company (that still watched their mouth around you after a single glance from the segments.)

However... an issue arose after a while. One that seemed entirely stupid and impossible.

Now that you were so caught up in your work, when the segments finally had some spare time to come to you, they were... rejected. Yes, they had come to you, fully expecting your devoted attention and kisses that you always gave them without hesitation, but now turned away. (Even more embarrassing, sometimes in front of the agents who kept their eyes glued to their strange chemicals.)

—

It was Omega, of all segments, who was turned away first. The most confident and charming of the bunch left uncharacteristically silent. He had come up behind you and traced his hands against your neck, always being the one who had no shame in touching you. You only softly giggled at the sensation and caught his hand in yours.

"It seems you've been busy for a while, dear." In truth, it was mostly you seeking him out and not vice versa, but the segment hadn't seen you invading his office in a while. The space had gotten too quiet without you.

"Mhm! But I can't imagine how much work you do. My desk is nowhere as cluttered as yours," you smiled as you felt the segment kiss your lashes.

"What do you say to a break with me?" Omega offered, already knowing what your eager response would be.

"Nah, I can't right now."

...

Your words took a few seconds to process through his head.

"Pardon?"

"I have all this work, 'Mega, and other people need my help," you shrugged your shoulders as you swung your legs. "But don't worry. I'm sure we can spend some time later!" You kissed him on the cheek and pulled your chair in before continuing your work.

Omega, the greatest segment, was reduced to a blankly staring man who had been deprived of his lover's attention for the first time.

He was irritable for the rest of the day.

—

Beta was next, the poor thing.

You were always the one he blew off steam to, always willing to listen about his gripes and complaints, offering him consolation in the form of kisses and soft words.

However, you hadn't come to visit in so long, the segment was all pent up and now the agents were beginning to fall victim to him.

Fine then - he'd seek you out. Not because he needed you or missed you or anything of the sort. You were just... halting his progress with the lack of your presence. Yes, that was it.

And so the scientist, donning his grand pink bow tie, swung by your desk.

"So this is where you've been? How boring." Beta was not a segment that you'd want to do paperwork. He much preferred to be hands-on.

"Ah, Beta!" You brightened in delight at seeing one of your lovers. "I missed you!" At least you were always honest about your feelings.

... But to cut a long story short, Beta faced the same conundrum that Omega did.

Someone got turned into a floating Ruin Machine that day.

—

By now all the segments had experienced being turned away from work. Alpha's signature scowl had become permanent. Zandy was pouting the whole day as he missed his parent. Foxttore kept to himself with a pathetic sopping wet eye. His segments were fighting with each other inside his mind, a great nuisance.

All because you were too absorbed with your work to pay them any attention.

... The Doctor was now realizing that it sounded like a very familiar tune sung by you. So this was what you felt for days on end? Now, it was easier for him to understand why you were always upset if you were ignored too much.

Still, it was mortifyingly embarrassing that his segments were reduced to this pitiful state just because you rejected cuddles a few times. Regardless, it was up to him to solve the issue. After all... he missed you too. He wanted you to be around him more often again.

And so the Doctor made his way to his beloved.

There you were, all cozy on your seat as you sorted through some papers. Really, he had no clue you'd be this productive, to be honest. At least it was proof that your health hadn't gotten worse, considering how well you were handling this.

"Aren't you the one who kept saying to take breaks?" His voice made you jump a bit, having not heard him walk up.

"It's you, Dottie! I was wondering when you'd come around. And of course, I take breaks, Dottore. I have lunch with the other agents!" Ah, another party that's been hogging your attention.

"You know, this job has been pretty fun, Dottore! Everyone's real nice, we make jokes, I get to write about interesting things..." You continued to go on about the research and while usually he'd be intrigued by your findings, this time he had enough.

Dottore picked you up like a long cat as you squealed from the sudden grasping.

"What are you doing?!"

"You're coming with me," was his cut and dry response as he lifted you into his arms.

"B-But I have to work on the big report for Pantalone!" Dottore's eye twitched at the mention of the banker.

"Someone else can."

"But I-"

"I'm not listening to anything you say further," he plainly said as he walked with you cuddled into his chest as you gawked at him.

Could he be... jealous? A wee bit lonely? You kept your guesses to yourself as he eventually bought you back to his room and laid you on his bed, not even saying anything to you before sitting at his desk.

Did he simply miss your presence that much? You felt a bit bad neglecting your lovers that much. But to be fair, they kinda did the same... sometimes. You got up to console your silly husband, who was just a man in your hands.

"Hey... I missed you too, dear husband... but I had to make sure no one stole the title of best assistant from me!" Dottore only sighed at your foolishness.

Of course no one could ever replace you.

"I know you'd rather die than admit it... but don't worry. You're lucky I'm sensitive to your feelings," you teased as you kissed the top of his mask. "I'll pay more attention to you and the segments, before they cause another headache for you, love. You'll give me some vacation time off, right?"

You laughed at your own joke before Dottore pulled you into his lap, biting down hard on your neck.

—

"Beloved, would you care to join me in discussing your work?"

"You fool, they're obviously coming to my lab to activate a new Ruin Machine."

"But [Name] is supposed to play with me today!!"

"As if, they're far too busy to join you all with your silly games."

"You all will stress them out with this arguing. Now, why don't you join me for a cup of coffee instead?"

"Grr, gr gr, grr!"

It was good to be loved so deeply.

[okmyguy]

have you seen boromir the tall by moon or starlight?

[rebouks]

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Manager: Levi, tills! Levi: But-… Manager: They’ll wait ‘til later, move your ass! [Levi sighed wearily, tossing his greasy rag upon the counter with a classic amount of teenage enthusiasm] Levi: I barely know how to work the tills. Manager: Well, you’re the only one on shift with half a brain and Mel called in sick, so today’s your lucky day-.. again. … Bianca: I promise it’s not as bad as it looks… [Penny grimaced, she’d smell like burgers for a week if she so much as stepped foot in such a disgusting place] Penny: I can’t eat carbs, Bianca. Bianca: I literally saw you eating waffles for breakfast the other day. Penny: Do we have to? Bianca: My sister insisted on having her dumb party here and it was actually pretty good, I swear! … [overlapping chatter] Bianca: [giggling] Hi, stranger. I’ll have… [Levi stared straight through Bianca; his gaze locked on Penny’s look of utter horror and contempt. How was he supposed to talk his way out of this one-.. what on earth was she even doing here?] Penny: This is where you work? Levi: No, I’m just-.. I, uh-… Penny: Ew. Levi: Wait! Penny: Don’t touch me. Levi: I can explain, okay? I-… Manager: Levi! Levi: One second! Manager: Erm, no-.. leave those poor girls alone and get back to work, there’re people waiting. [Levi remained rooted to the spot, impervious to the chatter around him and his managers impatient yelling] Levi: I’m gonna throw up… Manager: Oh, for god’s sake-.. not there! … Levi: Penny! Penny: Go back to work, Levi. Levi: My parents just wanted to teach me the value of money or whatever-.. I don’t want to work here. [Levi wrung his hands together awkwardly, even he didn’t believe his own words anymore. Sure, the Grease Trap was disgusting and the hours sucked, but at least it got him out of the house. His co-workers were kinda fun too, and he got free food most nights; hell, even his manager treated him fairly and somewhat appreciated him] Penny: I know I’m not the cleverest person ever, but if you think I’m stupid enough to believe that… Levi: You’re not stupid. Penny: And since when did you need glasses?! Levi: [sighs] Can you just give me a chance to explain everything? Penny: Why, so you can carry on lying and avoiding me? I think I’m over-… Levi: Trust me one last time, then you can decide, please..?

[danadiadea]

People who want to bash Snape for inventing Levicorpus and/or Sectumsempra DNI.

I am happy you grew up privileged and protected enough to never hear about self-defence even remotely tho, truly.

[thevoidstaredback]

How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have

It was halfway through his shift the next day, just after he'd come back from lunch, that the anonymous tip came through. Dick had frozen when he heard it, but only slightly because the others were brushing it off as a prank call.

"'Blockbuster's after someone named Oracle,'" Officer Diaz had scoffed, "What a joke. Aren't kids supposed to know that their stupid prank calls clog the system? What if someone who actually had useful information had needed to call, huh?"

Dick didn't mention that that isn't how the tip system works, nor did he eve attempt to scold the officer for brushing it off, no matter how stupid it seemed. No, instead, he was stuck in his thoughts.

Blockbuster is after Oracle. Why is he after Oracle? It doesn't make sense! No one in Bludhaven, save for himself, should no who she is! Besides, he'd kept all of the attention on himself. No one was able to even think about the heroes or rogues in Gotham without him knowing! Or, so he'd thought. How does Blockbuster know Oracle's name? More importantly at the moment was who sent the tip.

There was another scoff from one of the others. Did he say that out loud? "Look, I know you're new and everything, but shouldn't you know the mean of 'anonymous'?"

He forced himself out of his head, rubbing his neck with his left hand with a fake smile. "Yeah, I do. I guess I'm just a bit out of it today."

"Well, get your head back in the game," Detective Soames snapped, hitting a file on the back of Dick's head, "File that for me, then file the rest on my desk."

"Yes, sir," Dick took the file, ignoring the snickers and snide remarks from his coworkers.

He knows he's not going to be able to fully focus on anything for the rest of the day, possibly not even until after he finds out who sent that tip and how Blockbuster knows Oracle's name.

Oracle. Dick knows she can handle herself, but he doesn't like the fact that anyone knows her name. Not even B knows about Oracle! Babs had spent so much time and energy keeping her online persona from B so that she could have at least something of her own that Dick had taken it upon himself to erase traces connecting him to Oracle. She didn't deserve to have Batman on her ass, nor did she deserve to have Nightwing's enemies go after her!

He shook himself back into the present with a soft sigh. He'll call Barbra as soon as he gets home.

***

"Danny!" Dick calls into the apartment, knowing full well that the kid is in the kitchen, "I'm home!"

"Welcome back," Danny responds from where he's standing at the stove. He, Dick realizes, does not sound happy.

He hangs his coat up on the hooks he installed beside the door, his shoes going on the rack below them. "You good? You sound a bit upset?"

"I am upset." Danny, after getting comfortable around him, has stopped sugar-coating his words, being brutally honest. Dick blinks. "I was going to message Tim, but I saw a lack of apologies from you."

Oh. Dick had meant to do what Danny said last night and apologise to that Tim kid for snapping at him, but he had been a lot more tired than usual and it had slipped his mind. "I was going to use my phone?"

"You don't have his number."

Another thing Dick had come to learn about Danny in the few weeks they'd been living together was that he can't be lied to. He somehow picks up on lies, so even Dick's best efforts - that have fooled even Batman! - are always thwarted.

"I meant to," Dick said, sitting on one of the new barstools at he island counter, "But I was really tired last night."

Danny sighed. "Because you were out longer than you're now used to." He turned the burner off, moving the pan to sit on the hotpad beside it. "You're body's gotten used to only being out for eight hours during the day and six hours at night. You going out for eight hours last night wore you out more than usual because you're no longer used to your seventeen hour work days."

Dick tilted his head, accepting the bowl of soup he was given. "But it's only been a few weeks?"

"It only takes eighteen days for your body to get used to a routine." He said, placing a bowl of homemade rolls on the island. "After about sixty-six days, it becomes habitual."

"But it hasn't been sixty-six days."

"No, but it has been twenty-one days."

He hesitated for a moment. "Has it really been only that long?" Then, "Have you been counting?"

Danny blushed, sitting beside Dick with his own bowl of soup. "I've been keeping track of your schedule, which means I gotta keep a calendar. I haven't been counting on purpose."

Dick smiled, eating the soup. As usual, it was really good. The first week of Danny's stay, he'd asked where he'd learned to cook, but Danny had given a non-answer, saying only that his parents couldn't make anything edible that wasn't fudge or cookies.

After they had both finished eating, Dick's portions and appetite being larger than Danny's because of the calories he burns as Nightwing, they settled into a nice quiet. Dick had changed from his uniform into sweats and a T-shirt while Danny had chosen a movie. Then, Dick cleaned up dinner and Danny changed into a hoodie and sweats.

"We still need to take you shopping," Dick pointed out when they were both sitting on the couch, ready to start the movie.

Danny shook his head. "Letting me stay here is already enough. Besides, your old clothes work perfectly fine."

"But you're room's so empty! And my clothes don't even fit you!"

There was a pause like Danny was thinking. Dick had the feeling he might not like whatever was going to be said next.

He was right.

"I'll let you take me shopping next week," Danny agreed, "if we go to Gotham tomorrow so that you can apologise to Tim in person."

Dick's jaw twitched. He didn't want to go to Gotham. Going to Gotham meant that he'd inevitably run into Bruce. He wanted to stay far away from that man.

Then again, he'd promised Alfred to come by some time. And, it'd be nice to see Barbra and Jim again. Maybe he could have Alfred make sure Bruce wouldn't be in the Manor?

"So?" Danny promted.

He sighed. "You're evil, y'know that?"

His grin said it all. "I could be so much worse."

"Please don't."

"Don't give me a reason."

Part 9 Part 11

[logosbot-tm]

*pats seat *

Hey, let's sit down and talk about how Logan has a history of dismissing Patton's opinion, often being patronising or treating him as if he's stupid. So-

[az-is-back]

There's something to be said about Kai I think. Her first truly big moment in the movie was the "Am I just a uterus to you?" scene, and at that point she seemed to fully understand that the people in charge were seeing everyone below them as ressources, not people, because Marshall was seeing her, a person, as nothing more than perfect genetics. That point of view is further solidified by her saving Mickey's life just after that, showing that she doesn't even see him as truly expendable. And then she gives him tea and she speaks to him like a friend and she also asks the same question everyone asks but she has a reason to ask, it's not just morbid curiosity, it's to help her grieve. That's a legit reason, right? She's not using him, not really. He's being used like a lab rat or a tool by everyone else, but not by her. She just needs company.

She doesn't see Mickey as a person, not truly. She's not using him in the same way that the researchers are using him, but she still tries to use him, for one-sided emotional support and then for sexual company. And then she tries to bargain with Nasha about taking one of the two Mickeys for herself, without Mickey being here, talking to Nasha as if Nasha was owning Mickey, talking about Mickey as if he was just a commodity. She sees herself as morally superior to Marshall and Ylfa, because she tells herself that every person, even Mickey, is a person and not a tool, but deep down her reasoning is very similar to theirs.

[tangirlisfangirl]

going fucking. INSANE with thoughts of taking care of curly post-crash.

like on one hand idk bout y’all but i would immediately put him in the cryostasis pod so he doesn’t develop any infections and doesn’t perceive any pain???

but also. imagine the tender moments.

insisting on helping anya take care of him so she never even has to ask jimmy.

little by little you take up all the duties with pure concern and selflessness to the point where she only comes in to help with diagnoses and wound dressing.

you spend almost all your free time there, just you and him alone.

sitting and resting by the cot. even falling asleep by it just so he’s not lonely.

rambling to him or playing music so he can focus on something, anything other than the pain.

making a way for him to answer simple yes’s and no’s so he can communicate somehow, have some form of free will.

fashioning him an eyepatch so his eye isn’t constantly strained.

tearing up spare bedsheets to give him new bandages.

halving the painkillers to make them last longer— yes it’s only dulled instead of fully numbed now, but it’s better than falling off a cliff into unending agony.

stroking his covered cheeks and jaw and kissing his forehead with ghostly gentle touches. you doubt he can feel it at all.

insisting he’s still in there even when everyone can’t see him the same.

joking through tears about missing his handsome face and hair and hands.

sobbing through a confession and hearing his choked cries in return.

“it’s all your fault but you still don’t deserve this.”

outside of the medbay you’re ruthless and deadly serious, spurred by a desperate need to avoid stupid mistakes and increase your chances of survival. whatever’s left of who you were before this tragedy only peeks through when you’re with him.

caring for him is representative of your own hope, that there’s a life after all this is over. once you stop trying the crew is all but doomed.

[kiyomitakada]

i just really love how little sense light is making during the warehouse scene like not just the fact that he knows his speech won't convince anyone but also his absolute determination to kill near. even if he did, then what? he's still surrounded by the spk and the task force! obviously he's not getting away! insisting on writing near's name is what gets him shot when he could have gone peacefully because near isn't going to kill him! but noooooo. he has to wipe them all out right there and then. because he's childish and hates to lose