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This week for 𝘔𝘺 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 : Sept 8-14: Hinds, Francine Thirteen, Soccer Mommy, MICHELLE, Jorja Smith and more! ⁂ ✺ ⋆ ⁎

3 of my favorite artists of all time are featured on this playlist! who are your favorite artists of all time? why are they your favorite?

[gallifreyvn]

its been so weird rewatching tenth doctor episodes after getting diagnosed with autism earlier this year cos like as a kid, and even later as an adult, i had no idea whatsoever that ten was actually kinda rude, apparently. like he can be perceived as arrogant and he says and does things that are off-putting and his companions often have to give him looks or apologise on his behalf or explain his behaviour to others.

ive seen a few people point stuff like this out more recently as reasons for not liking his character which im fairly certain is the only reason ive noticed it this time round. and im pretty sure this might actually be part of the reason ive always loved him and connected with him so much tho cos apparently i also say the wrong things and come across as arrogant and i had absolutely no idea about that either until very very recently.

there’s a social awkwardness to him that i had no idea i was even connecting with all this time. little ten year old me just thought he was the coolest guy in the world.

[octoberobserver]

We're a Documentary, Not a Fucking Sitcom - WWDITS Fic

(Read on ao3 here)

I read ' 'The power dynamics seem so problematic. I mean, that’s his boss,' and this possessed me. Enjoy! 😉

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

Guillermo blinked his eyes open, the ghost of Nandor’s cold, smooth lips still lingering on his own.

He had just kissed him. Right on the mouth, mid-sentence, on a random Tuesday night, three months after Guillermo became human again.

“I…Mas–Nan…”

The words died in his throat as his brain whirred like a computer with too many tabs open.

“I am your boss,” Nandor continued as if he had not heard him, beginning to pace the length of the Fancy Room. “You are my employee. It is frowned upon…problematic.”

That snapped Guillermo out of his stupor, frowning as he tried to make sense of his rambling.

“Okay, first of all, employees get paid. If anything, I was an unpaid labourer,” he held up his hand to stop himself from tracing his lips with the pad of his thumb.

“Second of all, you’re not my boss anymore anyway. I’m just your human roommate now, remember? I have a new job teaching self-defense down at the YMCA. I’m not your familiar. We’re equals. We made the deal that I would stay in this house once none of you treated me like shit anymore and you got a new familiar. You’re just too stubborn to let me help you pick a replacement.”

That stopped the vampire in his tracks, a petulant pout on his handsome face.

“That’s because they are all terrible, Guillermo! Francine didn’t know how I like my hair combed, and Jason did not do my buttons up correctly!”

“You didn’t give them a chance to learn!”

“You picked it up right away!”

“Well, not everyone can be me!”

“I know! That’s the problem!”

Somehow they had closed the distance between them and were right back where they started moments ago, mere inches from each other. Naturally, Guillermo’s eyes fell on those pale, alluring lips, but he dragged them back up to a safe spot, focussing on the crinkle between Nandor’s eyebrows from where his head was bent downwards.

“Third of all,” he forced out, his breath no doubt bouncing off his chin. “‘Problematic?’ Seriously? You brutally killed innocent people that I lured here every single week for the last thirteen years. And you’re worried about us having a…a ‘workplace kiss’ being problematic?”

Look. It wasn’t like it had never crossed his mind. Both kissing Nandor and the very morally bankrupt decision to feed random humans to a group of bloodthirsty vampires every week for his entire adult life. But ever since he was faced with directly killing an innocent person so he could live and being unable to do it, he was questioning himself and his choices more and more lately.

(The whole wanting to kiss his former Master thing was a constant, ongoing thing. And definitely not a recent development. But that was his business.)

“Well,” Nandor waved a hand, undeterred. “Darla said it is frowned upon.”

Guillermo squinted up at him.

“And who is Darla?”

“My spotter at the gym. She’s a grandma looking to strengthen her pelvic floor.”

“Ew, what—? No. Doesn’t matter,” he winced. “So, what would Darla think about you kissing someone ten seconds after they tell you they’re going on a date? Is that not ‘problematic?’”

Nandor scrunched up his nose.

“Well, it just happened, so how would I have time to tell—”

“Mierda,” he muttered under his breath, staring up at the ceiling for a God he couldn’t believe in anymore.

“I shouldn’t have kissed you, Guillermo. I am sorry,” Nandor said in the ‘I’m trying to be diplomatic but am being a giant baby about it’ voice that he found hard to truly hate. “I just…thought that you had sworn off dating?”

A disbelieving laugh escaped his chest.

“So, what, you thought you’d kiss me in…protest?”

Something warm was fluttering around his abdomen as his heart beat what felt like a million times a second, his brain very unhelpfully replaying the kiss over and over in his head.

Stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it, stop—

“I’m just confused,” Nandor was shrugging when he forced himself to focus. “You seemed uninterested in dating, and now you come in here and tell me not to wait up because you’re going out with some fucking gu—”

“And why is it you think I’d be uninterested in dating, Nandor? Would it be ‘cause the last boyfriend I had, you fucking cloned for yourself, and then sent him away so he could meet up with Freddie and have him cheat on me with himself?!”

The words echoed throughout the large room.

Nandor looked just like he did when he'd been slapped.

“Guiller—”

“No. Let’s talk about it,” he cut him off, shooting a glance at the nearest camera before glaring up at him. “I’m so sick, of never talking about things in this house. Just letting them revert back to the status quo. We’re a documentary, not a fucking sitcom,” he huffed, pointing a finger in his face, still standing so close he almost poked him.

“You turned your wife into my boyfriend, and that was really fucked up. You know, something actually ‘problematic.’”

He added extra sarcasm and generous bunny ears around the word, scorn and hurt rising within him from where it had laid dormant for over a year.

“You destroyed Marwa, and then my relationship, and you’ve never once taken responsibility for it. Or anything else you’ve ever done. So if you wanna talk about what’s ‘problematic,’ let’s start—”

“I changed her back.”

Guillermo froze.

“What?”

Nandor was busy staring at the red couch, murmuring so quietly that he almost didn’t hear him.

“I said I changed her back. I used my remaining wishes to…undo it all. Give her the life she deserves…without me. She’s in Washington now. Has gone back to school, last I heard.”

His heart skipped a beat as he digested that.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well,” Nandor scoffed, stepping even closer, gaze locked back on him. “I might have if you hadn’t been so busy conspiring with Laszlo because you went behind my back and got Derek to turn you INTO A VAMPIRE. DEREK! FUCKING GUY.”

Guillermo’s blood began to boil, spilling like molten lava in his veins.

“Because YOU WERE NEVER GOING TO!” he exploded. “After YEARS of putting up with all of your shit, I had enough of waiting!”

Nandor’s jaw clenched.

“I was going to turn you, even though I wasn’t sure if it was right for you, but you abandoned me for London!”

“Laszlo locked me in a coffin and shipped me to London like a giant FedEx package! I had literally zero control over that!” Guillermo shot back.

“Well,” Nandor cast his eyes around the room for an answer and grinned humorlessly when he found one. “You didn’t look for me.”

Oh, hell no.

“Yes, I did! But I had no way of contacting you,” Guillermo spat. “I had Nadja reach out through the ether and said she couldn’t find you, that you were blocking her somehow. So, yeah. It wasn’t like you were looking for me, either!”

His chest was heaving like an overwhelmed Victorian maiden whilst Nandor was as still as a statue, but he didn’t care.

Finally. Finally he was airing his grievances. After all this time. Years and years of pent-up anger and hurt and resentment, they were finally talking about it all. And God, it felt amaz—

“I was mad at you when you didn’t meet me on that platform…you broke my heart.”

Those words turned his molten blood to ice.

But that didn’t stop his own words from tumbling out of his mouth anyway.

“Yeah, well. You broke mine first.”

Their eyes met.

Silence engulfed the room.

“That’s a lot of information to get in thirty seconds.”

His head whirled around to find Colin Robinson staring at them from the doorway.

“This is a private conversation, Colin Robinson,” Nandor replied, his gaze still burning a hole into Guillermo. “Leave. Now.”

“Right. Private,” Colin retorted with his usual deadpan tone, gesturing to the cameras. “Whatever. Just fuck already. It’s faster. Especially the way Nandor does it.”

They listened to his retreating steps for a beat, Nandor cursing him under his breath.

“Did he quote Friends?” Guillermo gaped after him, realising it was in vain when he remembered who he was asking, though he could swear he saw one of the camera crew quietly nodding.

“Do not change the subject, Guillermo,” Nandor drew him back in, his dark gaze unwavering. “What did you mean when you said I broke your heart first?”

They don’t call him ‘The Relentless’ for nothin’.

“Come on,” he cleared his throat, his heart firmly lodged there as he tried to step around him. “We don’t have to do this. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Yes, it does, and yes, we do,” his hand shot out inhumanly fast and held him in place by the wrist, firmly but not something he couldn’t break from. “You wanted to talk, so talk. Please.”

What were you saying about pent-up feelings, again?

“You,” he took a shaky breath, forcing himself to stand his ground. “You…have to know how I…how I’ve felt all these years. I know you’re not that dumb.”

Nandor’s lips parted, but Guillermo kept going, words flowing from him like a burst dam.

“Every cruel word, every dismissal, every time you rebuffed my hugs or compliments or belittled me or my accomplishments…it was death by a thousand cuts. Because I fuckin’ loved you anyway.”

A bitter laugh escaped him as tears stung his eyes.

“Huh. Now that’s problematic.”

The silence was deafening.

Nandor had yet to move an inch, not even to blink.

Well, you’ve done in now, de la Cruz. And even managed to reference a Taylor Swift song. Bravo.

Seconds ticked into nearly a minute, and Guillermo was really starting to get freaked ou—

“‘Loved…’” came a raspy voice, barely above a whisper. “...as in past tense?”

He stared at the hand that was still clasping his wrist, right over his hummingbird pulse point and thought, fuck it.

“Love. I love you, Nandor. I always have. And I meant it when I said I was gonna be right here by your side. Even…even if it’s just as your friend and roommate. Because that’s what love means.”

He had done a lot of brave things in his life. Had taken on and killed dozens of vampires, faced witches, zombies and werewolves without batting an eye, and had emo bangs way past 2012, but Guillermo de la Cruz had never felt true bravery until this exact moment.

He watched as Nandor’s face crumpled like creepy paper, his eyes squeezing shut as he took in a deep breath he didn’t need and mumbled to himself.

“Floating through the cold, dark universe like a little grain of furry sand.”

“...what?”

Those large, dark eyes that he loved so much popped open, and he almost gasped at their intensity.

“I…I once thought I was completely alone in this world, Guillermo. Without someone to love or love me. But I’m realising now that that hasn’t been true for a long time, has it?”

Guillermo swallowed the lump in his throat.

He shook his head.

Slowly, a small smile spread on Nandor’s face, his thumb brushing against the thin skin of his wrist.

“And it hasn’t for you either, you know.”

Guillermo felt his brow furrow.

“Wha—”

Cold, soft lips covered his for the second time that night. Heart hammering against his ribcage, he hurried to kiss back this time, leaning up on his tip-toes and gently trailing his tongue along Nandor’s bottom lip.

The kiss deepened as he opened his mouth, the corner of one of his fangs brushing against Guillermo’s tongue and sending a thrill through his entire body. They gripped each other, on the edge of frantic.

“That is why I kissed you, Guillermo,” Nandor murmured, leaning back to press his face into his jaw, peppering little pecks there. “I love you too. But I was too dumb to acknowledge it. Until I thought I was losing you again.”

Shock flowed through Guillermo at both confessions, gripping the back of his neck to pull him further down into him, arousal sparking in his gut as a large hand clutched his hip and pulled them flush together, covering his mouth with his carefully but passionately.

Over six feet of solid muscle draped over him like an awning, and he had never felt more in tune with his own body before, letting himself get lost in the sensation.

Dios mio.

After a few seconds, minutes, or several years, his heart squeezed on the bridge of pain, his head spinning a little, his lips growing numb.

Breaking for air, he gasped, reminding both Nandor and himself, “B-Breathe, I-I need to breathe.”

Smiling apologetically, Nandor’s giant hand cupped his cheek, gaze boring into him.

“I know I’m not your boss anymore, Guillermo. But I would still like it very much if…if you kept your post as my heartguard.”

Now he was breathless for a whole different reason.

Beaming, his eyes stinging again, he brought his hand up and linked their fingers.

“Okay. Only if you’re mine too, though.”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

Somewhere in the depths of the house, they heard Nadja let out a loud gag, followed quickly by, “Give it to him, good, Gizmo, and shut up already!”

Face on fire, he turned to him, leaning back in.

They still had a million and one things to talk about and work through. Obviously. Issues like theirs—problematic or otherwise—didn’t disappear with one, two, or even three admittedly fantastic kisses. But for now, their roommates had a point.

“Fucking vampires,” Guillermo chuckled.

“No,” Nandor replied with a sharp grin. “There’s just one vampire to fuck. Me."

Groaning at the dumb pun, Guillermo allowed himself to be kissed deeply and thoroughly, winding his hand into the silky, dark hair he adored and tugging.

It was as Nandor let out a quiet mewl (that he was definitely filing away for later) that he remembered the cameras. And the other people in the room. And his date.

“Wait, sorry,” he broke the kiss, his mouth already raw from beard burn and loving it before he turned to the crew.

“Can we have some privacy, guys? Please? And here, take my phone and text my date that I’m sorry I won’t make it, but he seems like a good guy, and I hope he meets someone else.”

He watched as the crewmember closest to him just barely caught his phone while the rest of the team just gaped at them, frozen in place, until a dark shadow cast over the room.

“He asked nicely,” Nandor said, his voice an octave lower than usual. “Do not make me ask not nicely.”

Not needing to be told twice, the crew scrambled to vacate the room, lugging their cameras and equipment behind them as Nandor reeled Guillermo back in, pushing him gently against the wall and cradling his head.

“Out, out!” he shooed over his shoulder, kissing along his jugular, his sharp fangs lightly scraping his skin and making him shiver. “We are a documentary, not a fucking porno!”

“No, save that for the honeymoon, old chap,” Laszlo’s muffled voice wafted from above. “And, if you need any pointers, let me know!”

[xunandran]

Calendar (Buddie Week 2024 - Day 2)

prompt - Coparenting

Hope you all enjoy!

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“Honey, we’re home!”

At the sound of Buck’s voice, Eddie lifts his head from the study guide that has long since shifted into some indecipherable script. A warmth filters through him from the words. Buck’s said those words hundreds of times over the years as a comfortable tease to those around him. He says them when he goes to the firehouse. He says them when he gets back to his loft, even though the both of them know it’s empty. 

It’s the first time he’s said them since their kiss.

He listens to his boys in the other room. By the sounds, Christopher’s in a mood. He can hear the rapid staccato of the boy’s crutches on the floor as he stalks away from the front door. It’s probably nothing. Hormones. He’ll ask if Buck knows anything when the other man makes his way to the kitchen. 

“Christopher? Backpack in your room before video games. You know the rules.” Buck’s voice is kind, but firm, and Eddie’s stomach does a small flip.

Eddie listens for the groaning huff that he’s come to learn is part of raising a thirteen year old. Christopher does not disappoint, but the click of his crutches matches the beating in Eddie’s heart and he’s just so.

Happy.

“Someone’s in a mood,” he observes when Buck enters the kitchen. The other man nods and peeks down the hall to make sure the coast is clear before planting a small kiss at the crown of Eddie’s head. 

“Apparently Stacey told Darcy told Francine told Erika that Chris said he would take her to their upcoming dance.”

Eddie looks up. “Which one’s Erika?”

“The new interest.” Buck pulls open the fridge and grabs a beer. “You want one?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I’m studying. Thanks though.”

“How’s that going?” Buck turns the chair next to Eddie so he can straddle it. His left foot idly toes at Eddie’s feet under the table. 

Eddie sighs. “It’s a lot. There’s a lot to learn, but Tommy’s been a great help, and everyone over there has been so welcoming.”

“Everyone at the 118 misses you,” Buck says before he spins the lid off of the beer and takes a drink. “The new guy is working out though… mostly.” When they had decided to give this a go, Buck and Eddie together instead of Buck and Eddie as friends, it had come with some sacrifices. Because of regulations, they couldn’t be on the same team anymore, so it was either split all of their shifts, or have one of them transfer so they could maintain at least a semblance of a matching shift. 

They had opted for the latter, and Tommy had pulled strings to get Eddie to LAFD Air Ops. And while Buck misses seeing Eddie at work, he loves seeing him here after work. Some sacrifices are worth it.

Eddie looks up from his notes, a teasing fire in his brown eyes. “Be nice to him, Buck.” After a brief bit of silence, he laughs and adds, “But not too nice. I’m not interested in sharing.”

Buck laughs, cheeks pink with warm embarrassment. Eddie wants to kiss along the rosy hue. But that would involve telling Christopher. And of everyone knowing, him being the last, Eddie’s scared of Christopher’s approval most of all. 

“Speaking of Tommy, I invited him over to watch the fight the weekend after next. That okay?

“I think so,” Buck says. And Eddie already knows what’s coming before the next sentence exits the other man’s mouth. “Let me check the calendar.” 

Buck pulls the upgraded calendar from its spot beneath the takeout menus to Eddie’s favorite places and sets it on the table. From the drawer next to the fridge, he grabs a series of pens, color coded to each of them. Eddie was blue, like Buck’s eyes. Buck was purple, one of his favorite colors, and Carla was a lovely shade of red. 

Eddie loves calendar Buck almost as much as he loves clipboard Buck. Not that he’s going to admit that to the other man. But watching Buck make notes and annotations, block out their shifts with color coordinated bars along the top of the days, and sort who was taking Christopher to what activity was probably the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. 

Buck’s even kept some of the old terminology. Eddie’s eyes dance over every other Thursday. BBPUG w/Tommy Kinard. Circled. Buck hasn’t gone since that fateful day. But he still marks it so that it’s accounted for in their daily lives. 

“So what’s the verdict?” Eddie asks.

“I have a shift that day, so you’ll have to deal with scowly and moody.”

“A chore I think I can manage,” Eddie laughs. He looks over the calendar again before Buck picks it up, and his eyes fall on a particular date in both Blue and Purple. The text read simply the talk. “What’s that?”

Buck follows Eddie’s eyes. “Oh. That. I figured we could take Christopher out and bribe him with ice cream and dinner before telling him that ‘his Buck’ has also become ‘your Buck’.”

“My Buck, huh?” He reaches under the table to circle his thumb against Buck’s knee. It’s such a simple gesture, but the absurdity of hiding and planning on bribing a thirteen year old kid to be okay with your new boyfriend makes Eddie laugh. But he loves how much Buck loves Christopher. 

And over time, with pens in Red and Purple and Blue, the Diaz household slowly shifts into the Diaz-Buckley household.

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 827

McCoy

McCoy was silent as Granddad began to drive. The older man had a stern set to his jaw, and after what trouble McCoy had already caused, he knew it was best if he said nothing until Granddad spoke to him.

“Elizabeth’s death hit Harriet the hardest,” Granddad finally broke the silence. “In a home full of boys she and her mum were very close.”

McCoy turned to look at Granddad, but the old man kept his eyes on the road.

“She was there with me when Elizabeth left us.” His voice wavered. “She cried, then got angry. She thought we hadn’t done enough.” He sighed. “Malcolm paid for the best doctors, but even they can’t stop death when he comes calling.”

“She never moved on past that grudge. She turned to the drink and it all went down from there. William and Clara live with their dad and stepmom.”

“How old are they?” McCoy ventured to ask.

“William is fifteen now and Clara thirteen. I see them from time to time.”

“Oh.”

“Harriet and John had never got along very well as children. And when he died and I went to help Francine with her two young ones, Harriet grew more angry. She thought I should have helped with her children.”

He looked firmly at McCoy. “I did what I could to help her, but it takes the other person wanting the help as well.”

The rest of the ride was quiet as Granddad had said what he wanted to say. McCoy’s blood went cold as the car stopped and he looked at Harriet’s house. He didn’t want to be back here. As icy as his blood currently felt, his face was heating quickly.

Granddad strode purposefully to the door and knocked. McCoy followed behind him, straightening into his best posture. Even from outside the door the alcohol could be smelled where Harriet had thrown the bottle.

“What’s he doing here?” Harriet scowled as she opened the door.

“We’re going to settle this,” Granddad said firmly and walked past Harriet into the house. The woman glared as McCoy followed.

“Sit down. The pair of ye,” Granddad ordered as he stood in the middle of the living room.

“He isn’t welcome in my home,” Harriet said sitting at one end of the couch as McCoy sat at the other. “I don’t need his type around. It’s a sad thing this family has come to.” Her words had a slight slur as she held her head high.

McCoy wanted to say something, but one look at Granddad had him biting his lip.

“And ye’re so high and mighty yerself?” Granddad said, eyes blazing. “Where were ye to help after the fire? Where were ye when they lost their home? Who was there for Francine when her sons were kidnapped? The people you think are rich snobs. The ones who opened their home and their family to make sure we were alright.”

“But—”

“Ye had a problem with yer brother, not his sons,” Granddad continued. “Leonard here loves Montgomery through and through and he only wants to protect him. Ye’ve read the papers, ye saw the clips from the trials. What they went through.

“Now Leonard here was in the wrong to talk to ye so. But ye were wrong and always have been to talk to Montgomery so. Ye were out of line Harriet.” He held up a hand before Harriet could try to speak again. “But Leonard was out of line as well. He’s quite a one for a mouth before brain moment, but his only notion was to protect Montgomery.”

Granddad looked over at him and McCoy’s eyebrows went up. He turned on the couch to face Harriet.

“He’s right. I’m very sorry. I said things I never should have said; that were not any of my business to say.” He hung his head before looking up again. “I promised to take care of Scotty, to protect him and- and I went too far. I’m not that person who was here earlier and I’m ashamed that I spoke to you like that.”

Silence filled the room.

“Fine,” Harriet finally said.

“Lass,” Granddad said in a warning tone.

“I said fine,” she snapped at him. “I accept. Whatever ye’re here worried about- yer perfect public image- I’ll leave it be.” Harriet stood and paced the room.

Granddad turned back to McCoy. “Go make us some coffee please Leonard. Through there.” He pointed down the hallway.

“Ok,” McCoy said, hurrying to his feet and out of the room. He heard the low rumble of Granddad’s voice beginning to speak to his daughter, but couldn’t make out the words.

Part 828

Scotty

He was pacing up and down his brother's room, anxiously waiting for Leonard and Granddad to come back home. It was just horrible to wait for their return.

Not only did Scotty want to apologize for the way he had talked to Leonard, but he also wanted to know how their talk with Harriet had gone.

"Monty, sit down," Robbie once again tried to calm him down. He was still sitting on his bed, watching his brother as this one seemed to lose his mind.

"It's going to be okay, they-"

Robbie didn't get to finish for suddenly they heard quick steps running upstairs and only moments later, Jim and Spock were standing in the room.

"Guys! Turn on the TV! Hurry!" Jim exclaimed with wide eyes. He looked horrified.

Spock's face didn't exactly show his emotions, but Scotty knew him long enough to tell that something was horribly wrong.

"Wha-" Robbie wanted to ask, but Jim once again interrupted him, already searching the younger Scott brother's bed for the remote control.

"Now!"

A moment later the TV screen lit up. It wasn't even necessary to search for a channel in particular since apparently every channel in Scotland showed the same.

‘A horrible mass pile-up occurred on Aberdeen's biggest motorway. Several people were injured. The cause is yet unknown, but-‘

The voice of the man on-screen faded away as Scotty stared in horror at the images.

Badly damaged cars, people running around trying to help others, injured people.

"Oh my God," Robbie breathed out in shock.

For a moment, Scotty feared that something might have happened to Leonard and Alasdair, but they hadn't left the city itself.

However, someone else had.

Someone who drove down that motorway every single day.

"Monty! Monty! That's... that's-"

Scotty felt Robbie, who had jumped up, grabbing his arm tightly. The lad gasped for air.

"Mum's car," the older brother finished the younger one's sentence in a shocked whisper.

"What?!"

Jim stared at the two of them, then looked back at the screen.

Even though Scotty couldn't see the car too closely on the helicopter's camera, he was certain that it was Francine's car.

For a moment, it felt like his legs were giving in beneath him, so Scotty quickly sat down, pulling Robbie with him.

"We... we need to call her! We need to call Francine and check on her!"

Jim was already searching for his communicator, but Robbie was faster. He grabbed his communicator and quickly dialed his mother's number.

They all waited, anxiously staring at the comm.

Scotty could see Jim swallow, fear written across his face. Robbie's face mirrored the expression and Scotty was quite sure that he looked just the same. Even Spock's eyes seemed to be wider than they usually were.

When they didn't get a response, everyone knew that something horrible must have happened.

Scotty ran a hand through his hair and shook his head.

No... no, no, no. This couldn't be happening! This couldn't be true!

An accident.

An accident had taken one parent already. It couldn't take another, could it?

Memories of the news of his father's accident flashed through Scotty's mind and it felt like he couldn't breathe.

Not again. Please, no...

"We have to call Granddad," Robbie muttered in shock.

Aye, they did. And they would.

[woodsteingirl]

The family celebrated the New Year in traditional Provençal style, with thirteen desserts, including a fougasse-oranges, tangerines, figs, and almonds. During this holiday with Francine and the twins, Camus told his wife, "You are my sister, you resemble me, but one shouldn't marry his sister."

what the HELL is his problem.

[wickedsrest-rp]

Name: Francine “Frankie” Olivia Carter Species: Human (Non-powered) Occupation: University Archivist Age: 34 Years Old Played By: Grace Face Claim: Keke Palmer

"I don’t care if you think I’m being ridiculous, I’m packing the spray bottle of holy water."

TW: Parental death

Francine Olivia Carter was born on a stormy April morning at precisely 3:33 AM. Her mother Angela had jokingly called it the witching hour when Frankie was very little. She couldn’t  quite remember why her mother had called it that. Maybe it was just a silly joke, or maybe it was a premonition of the inexplicable bad luck the girl would grow up to have. Maybe if she could remember, she would have been able to prepare herself. 

When Frankie was six, her mother died. She didn’t really know how, exactly. Her father Charlie had called it an accident. Everyone said it was a terrible tragedy. But no one had answers. No one had facts. Was it an animal? A man? Some freak accident of fate that had taken her mother from her so early? Frankie had asked so many questions about it as a child. So many questions to try and come to some reason why something so horrible would happen. Worried about his daughter and needing the support of his family, Charlie Carter packed up their home in Virginia and moved himself and his daughter back to the town he grew up in- Wicked’s Rest. 

Time passed and Frankie’s father remarried, and Frankie’s sister Magnolia was born just after Frankie’s tenth birthday. Things were nice for a few more years- Frankie enjoyed being a big sister, enjoyed school, enjoyed having new friends. Then she turned thirteen and everything went to hell. 

In the hospital when she woke up, everyone had told her it looked like a dog attack, and that she’d been lucky. But Frankie knew what she’d seen. Dogs weren’t the size of miniature ponies, they didn’t cackle, and they certainly didn’t breath fire. They’d patched the girl up and sent her on her way, telling her to be more careful. She would have chalked it up to nothing- a freak accident. If it didn’t keep happening. All sorts of things with claws and teeth and wings- things that didn’t exist, things that shouldn’t exist. Except they did. And they all seemed to want a taste of her. The bigger problem was that no one seemed to believe her. Time went on and every near brush with death was dismissed as a teenage outburst, some new dramatic way to get attention now that the focus had shifted to her little sister. No one believed her when she explained the monsters that sought her out. She was being dramatic, telling tall tales… Frankie decided if she was going to protect herself, she was going to have to figure it out for herself. 

She had always been a smart girl. Frankie threw herself into her studies, trying to get the best grades she could. When she went to college, she got two degrees- one in English, and one in Theology. She had hoped that looking at old tomes and digging into world religions would explain something. Explain if she was cursed, or what these creatures were, what they wanted from her. She didn’t stop there. She kept studying, going back to get her masters in occult studies and folklore. If her problem couldn’t be found under the banners of heaven or hell, maybe she could find the answers in the forces that played outside of those rules. 

Years later, she’s still hunting for the answers. Unfortunately, Wicked’s Rest is the best place to look for them. The university archives have excellent resources, and the town’s high supernatural population means she never has to wait too long to put a new theory of why she seems to be monster bait to the test, or if there’s anything out there that can reverse whatever bad luck she was born with.

Character Facts:

Personality: Organized, intelligent, friendly, independent, cheerful, clumsy, stubborn, anxious, gullible, paranoid

First started to have “incidents” with “local wildlife” around age 13.

She’s remarkably clumsy. Most people attribute any random bumps bruises or scars to that. 

She has been catfished on dates in that she thinks they are human and then she gets there and they decide she’s a snack and they’re starving (not in the fun way)

She has a double bachelors in theology and English, a masters in folklore and occult studies, and is working toward her doctorate in folklore and occult studies. 

Magnolia Carter is her half sister, and she is quite literally the only person who seems to believe Frankie that creatures are targeting her… because the girl wants to catch bigfoot or something. 

She lives in a studio apartment across the street from a flower shop. She buys herself pretty bouquets as treats whenever she has to reset her “it has been x days since a supernatural incident has occurred” back to zero. Which is a lot. 

She has a black and white French Bulldog named Tino. 

Her birthday is April 30th 1989, making her a taurus sun Aquarius moon and a Pisces rising.

[envihellbender]

Tagged by @your-rib-cage (thank you! ☆彡)

Last Song: Elizabeth by Ghost

Currently Watching: 911: Lonestar, and still haven’t finished seasons 4 of both Succession and Barry. I desperately want to but ADHD and the emotional bit of things.

Currently Reading: Thirteen Storeys by Jonathon Sims. Not far enough to say much other than I’m enjoying it! Just finished reading Pine by Francine Toon. A creepy gothic novel set in the Scottish highlands about identity, gender in some ways, and childhood. So good.

Current Obsessions: The Magnus Archives, Succession, Barry, Rare Americans (love their videos and the more story telling nature of their songs), Ghost (their performances and ability to be tongue in cheek satanic and occult is my jam), The Poisoner’s Cabinet podcast, and basically anything poison, historical true crime, occult, and witchcraft related. Love it.

Tag people you want to get to know better: @serpentinemalign @deepspacewhore @cloverscomrade @meatballerino and I nearly tagged my husband but I know exactly what he’s watching, reading, his obsessions, and I could guess what the last song was so…

[feverinfeveroutfic]

flowers for alexander | chapter thirteen

“You might want to wear these,” Florence told Francine.

It was about an hour before the show was about to start, and the two of them lingered in the back of the main room as if they were producers of the entire gig. Florence handed Francine a pair of earbuds for the sheer volume of noise that was about to take place before them. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she could be attending a show, much less a tour, while pregnant, but she was there on the floor with Francine and with their backs to the wall.

“I would think so, given it’s a room filled with metal and metal pipes,” she told her as she took the earbuds and tucked them into her ears, one after the other.

“It’s going to be a bit, though,” Florence told her.

“Huh?” Francine took the one in her left ear to better hear her.

“It’s going to be a bit before the show starts, though,” Florence repeated with a bit of a sneer. Francine chuckled.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s just—I made a rookie mistake just now. You know me, sometimes it happens. Pobody’s nerfect.”

Florence sighed through her nose: the boys were all in the area behind the stage preparing for the show, and all the while, she couldn’t stop thinking about Alex out there on the grass with the flowers. She had to talk to him, if nothing else, find out what was on his mind with it all. There was no way that she could lay herself down before him and entice him in that fashion, but she could in fact communicate with him.

She glanced over at Francine and the inquisitive look upon her face as she gazed up to the high ceiling overhead.

“What’re you thinking about?” Florence asked her.

“Thinking of everything but nothing at the same time,” Francine replied; she lowered her head a bit, but she never moved her attention away from the pipes closest to the ceiling. Florence directed her gaze there as well: the outsides of the pipes themselves were smooth, as smooth as they were when she ascended up the ladder rungs for that examination. But she noticed an extra shadow near the very top, however, and something she had not initially seen before then.

“Do you see that anomaly up there?” Francine asked her in a low voice.

“I do, yeah,” Florence replied with a nod. “It’s like a little shadow up near the top of the pipe there, like there’s a bird or something up there.”

“I don’t think that’s a bird,” Francine told her with a shake of her head. She tucked that one earbud into her jean pocket, and she rolled up her sleeves. Florence watched her stride on over to the ladder, complete with her hands tucked into her own pockets and her expression quizzical. She peered up to the ceiling once again and the shadow never moved. She directed her gaze back down to the stage, and she spotted his tall, slim figure there at the far side, right before the stacked amplifier with his guitar slung over his shoulder. His black disheveled curls sprawled over his upper back and his shoulders, topped by a cluster of soft little plumes that seemed to glow under the bronze light from the metallic walls around him.

Florence sighed through her nose and ambled over to the steps on the side of the stage. They creaked under her weight, but she persisted up them to the very top. All the while, he kept his back turned to her: his black button-up shirt and black jeans both fit rather tight to his body, almost skin-tight, and it in turn accentuated the shape of his back and his hips. At one point, he gave his hair a slight flip with a flick of his head: he kept his eyes closed, so she could only see the full tip of his nose as well as the smooth prominence of his eyebrows and his forehead, the point of his chin, and the full shape of his lips. Florence kept on walking closer to him: he kept the volume on the amp down low but she could hear him plucking and strumming ever so lightly.

The times that she heard him jamming in the next room early in the morning or late at night, and he would keep everything on the down low in the meantime; but she nevertheless still heard him. Those long, lanky fingers with a death grip on that pick, and those metallic strings tight on his left fingers like little knives.

No pain, no gain.

She cleared her throat.

“Alex?” He never said anything. She spoke in a loud enough voice for him to hear her, and he kept it down low as well. It wasn’t like anyone couldn’t hear her: she glanced over to the right in time to find Francine ascending the ladder to those pipes. It was a fleeting thought, but Florence wondered if the other two ships had any problems on their ends as well.

She returned to Alex, who still kept his back to her: her eyes wandered down the middle of his back all the way down to his hips and his ass. She recalled the first time that she ran her hand down the seat of his pants and felt that soft flesh back there. Such a slender boy and yet he managed to feel nice and full in all the right places.

She cleared her throat again.

“Alex, may I talk to you?” she asked him. He stopped right then, and he slumped his shoulders a bit. She peered up to the ladder on the side of the stage once again, and she knew Francine was all the way up there. She returned to the back of Alex’s head, that long mane of flyaway black curls sprawled all around the upper part of his back.

He sighed, complete with a rise and fall of his shoulders. She needn’t be distracted by the shape of his body, especially since she was married to another man. But she moved in closer to him, close enough to where she could smell his cologne as it wafted off the sides of his neck and the lush curls of his hair. The feelings were still there after all, but she needn’t kindle the fire again.

He never moved a muscle. Florence moved in close enough to where she could lay her head against his back. She could see it on his face.

“Alex?” She lingered even closer to him, and he bowed his head and relaxed his fingers on the fretboard: even from behind, she could tell that he had that look, that look as if he had just done something bad.

“What’s the matter?” she asked him in a kind voice, and he shook his head.

“Nothing,” he quipped. Florence raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing?”

“Nothing, Florence. I promise you.”

Her eyes ran down the curvature of his back. She wondered about Eric right then, and if he could hear anything from there. Her feelings in check, she finally reached up and lay a hand on his left shoulder, the one without the guitar strap. He never moved right then.

“Alexander Nathan Skolnick, I know you,” she told him. “When there’s something wrong, you acknowledge it, not run from it. What’s wrong?”

She noticed that he was breathing harder. He swallowed, and he finally turned around to face her.

His bottom lip trembled as if he was about to burst into tears right there before her. He inched back from her as though he was bracing himself for the absolute worst from her, but she merely stood before him with her hands pressed onto her hips. Her belly only carried a slight shape to it, but she took a glance down nevertheless. She could see it in his eyes, and she could sense it even if she only looked on at him rather than feeling him up from the inside.

“Florence!”

She whirled around to find Francine, Eric, and Zetro right by the doorway off to the left. She then returned to Alex.

“I’ll be back,” she promised, and she ducked on over to them: though she had a way to go before she showed any more, she still kept a hand clasped onto her belly. Florence made her way down the steps again and rounded the base of the stage to meet up with them: Zetro’s frizzy dark hair seemed to glow against the incoming twilight outside of there. As she came closer, Florence wondered as to how Francine made her way back down from the ladder so fast, but it was nothing to fixate on, especially as Eric moved in closer to her. The presence of his body there next to her allowed her to forget about Alex: the embers succumbed to the real fire that she felt with her husband.

“Exodus’ ship broke a pipe,” Zetro explained in that slightly gravelly voice. “You’re kind of the only mechanic we have around here.”

“Oh, shit, really? How bad is it?”

“One of the joints popped open and there’s steam trickling out,” Eric explained as he put his arm around her.

“Trickling out, so it’s not that bad,” Florence followed along. “Okay, uh… we can switch off the water really quick and gimme a socket wrench. Doesn’t sound too bad.”

“I’ll see if Gary and I can find the main valve,” Zetro said, and he ducked out of there and back outside. Francine turned to her and Eric.

“Not even going to ask how you got down so fast,” Florence remarked.

“Magic powers,” Eric told her, and she chuckled at that.

“I’ll tell you later,” Francine promised, and she ducked out after Zetro to fetch a socket wrench. Florence and Eric were alone there in the doorway: Alex stayed back on the stage with that guitar over his shoulder, but he seemed in no urgency whatsoever to do anything else. Florence set her hand on her belly, to which Eric brought his gaze down to there.

“Nathalie,” he spoke out of the blue.

“Nathalie?” Florence echoed him.

“If we have a daughter, let’s name her Nathalie,” he told her. “I dunno, I just… I feel it in my bones. We’re having a girl and she’ll be named Nathalie. Nathalie Lucille, after Lou. Nathalie Lucille Blackwood-Peterson.”

“What if it’s a boy?” She raised her eyebrows at him.

“I’m feeling Stanley, after my middle name. Stanley Luciano.”

“You sure are dead-set on naming our little one after Lou,” she chuckled.

“He’s my best friend,” he said. “You know that.”

“Where’d Nathalie come from?” she asked him, to which he shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know,” he admitted with a thoughtful look in his face. “I just felt it in my bones.”

She leaned in closer to him, and he put his arm around the small of her back. She closed her eyes when Francine’s voice caught her attention again.

“Flo! Water’s switched off!”

“Okay, Frankie, I’ll be right there!” Florence called out the door.

“Want me to walk you there?” Eric offered her.

“Please.” She showed him a smile, and then she planted a little kiss on the side of his round face. The two of them stepped out of the doorway and onto the grass together with the waning golden light of the sunset at their backs.

Exodus’ ship had parked up right behind Testament’s airship, and they had only opened the big front door part of the way. If the steam only trickled out through a small break in the pipe, then, Florence figured, there was no reason for only keeping it open part of the way. But she and Eric rounded the far side of the ship for the easier way inside there, through a larger gap in the doorway that was big enough for the two of them to slide through without too much effort: drummer Tom, Gary, and Francine all stood there off to the side with a pair of long black leather gloves, a silvery metal clamp, and a long silvery socket wrench all respectively in their hands.

Florence stood there on the floor with her attention fixed on the parts of the pipes closest to the ceiling.

“It’s close to the floor,” Tom told her as he handed her the gloves. “There’s a little puddle on the floor..

“There’s also water running down the side there,” Gary added.

“You guys are acting like I’m about to disable a nuke,” Florence cracked as she snapped the gloves on over her hands, right followed by the left. “It can’t be that bad.” Gary handed her the clamp, and Francine handed her the wrench, but she stood still with her gaze fixed on the pipes.

“What’s the matter?” Eric asked her.

“No goggles?” she asked them.

“You said it couldn’t be that bad, though,” Gary pointed out.

“Yes, ‘couldn’t’,” Florence explained. “Doesn’t mean it is or will be.”

“Part of our training involves safety,” Francine told them.

“The water’s shut off and we’ve got about thirty minutes before showtime,” Tom reminded her. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

Florence looked over at Francine, who sighed through her nose and lingered closer to the wall. Nothing more to do than trust,

“Okay, but if a major leak happens, make sure I have goggles,” Florence declared. She peered back at Eric and locked eyes with him. She then leaned in closer to him for a kiss on the lips.

“Please be careful,” he whispered to her. Florence returned to the pipes before them, and she walked on over to them. Indeed, there was a bit of heat paired with a damp feeling in the air as she came closer to those pipes on the wall: she spotted the lines of water in the side right under the joint closest to her chest. She opened the clamp all the way, and she gripped it onto the brass joint and turned the screw until it was nice and tight.

She then opened the wrench and held it onto each nut on the joint. She pictured herself teaching her child how to do handy work such as that, especially since steam was quickly becoming a way of life at that point.

Florence triple-checked the nuts to ensure they were all nice and tight before she took off the clamp, and she doubled back to that massive front door.

“That was quick,” Tom remarked.

“Some of the nuts were loose,” she told them as she clasped the clamp and the wrench with both hands. “Kind of terrifying, if I’m honest, because each of these ships were made in junction with each other. If one’s faulty, I can imagine the other two have problems, too, and especially if we’re going to be making steep descents down to the ground often, too.”

“Well, damn,” Gary said with a folding of his arms over his chest. “What do you think we should do?”

“I can do a quick rundown of all three right now,” she suggested. “Check out Death Angel’s ship, and then Testament’s. It’ll only take about ten minutes, maybe.”

“Yeah, definitely do it,” Eric encouraged her.

“We’ll be waiting,” Tom promised her with a wink.

“Please be careful,” Francine beseeched with a stroke of her arm.

Florence bowed out of there, and she headed for Death Angel’s ship next door: those five boys were congregated out front and they watched her all the while. She grimaced at the thought of Andy being hit with a pillar of steam, that little nine-year-old boy being beaned by superheated water, and she checked the nuts there four times to ensure those boys would be safe. They applauded her when she was finished, and she headed back to Testament’s airship at the front.

The front part of the ship was wide open and empty as she examined those nuts on the pipes. She peered up to the ceiling again to that dark shadow: Francine probably never saw what was up there, and yet she promised Gary that she would be back in ten minutes flat.

She heard the clearing of his throat right behind her.

“I still love you,” he whispered right into her ear. Florence turned her attention back to him, and he flashed her a little wink. She gazed back to the rest of the starboard before her, and then, once the coast was clear, she returned to him again.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” he told her in a slightly louder voice, and she shook her head.

“Not even Eric?” she asked him in a hushed tone.

“Not even Eric.”

“I don’t know if I can do that, though,” she pointed out. “I don’t want to keep a secret from him. I don’t want to make the same mistakes as I did with you.”

“But you have to,” he insisted.

“No, Alex. I can’t. It’d be a betrayal of his trust. It’d be a betrayal to you, too.” She peered down at her belly. “And it’d be a betrayal to mine and Eric’s child, too. We can’t raise our son or daughter with a big secret like that looming in the background. Besides, I can’t stay here long—I promised Gary I’d be back to him in ten minutes, and it’s been five so far.

“But… I still love you,” he insisted in a small voice. “I still really love you. You can’t spare those five minutes, either?”

Florence frowned at him, complete with a knitting of her eyebrows at him. She inched closer to him and she rested her hands upon his slender shoulders for a light little massage.

“I don’t really know what to tell you, Alex,” she confessed in a near whisper. His full little lips, like plump ripe little cherries, pouted a bit at her. How she recalled the first time she kissed those lips, the way that he seemed to be flustered afterwards. She gazed into his eyes, blue and bright as the sky following a rainstorm, and as deep as the hole in the earth down below the ship.

The nuts on the pipes behind her were fine, and thus, she leaned in closer to him.

Her lips on his own. The feeling simmered low inside of her, the cold embers at the base of the fireplace the morning after, but they were still there. She could still feel them, and she knew that she would be on his mind for the entire evening. She held back and gazed on at his handsome face, slightly flustered from the feeling.

“Whoa,” he breathed.

“Yeah.”

“Keep it a secret?” he asked her.

“You know it, baby.” She tapped the full tip of his nose, to which he parted his lips and let out a low whistle from the feeling.

“Forgot how good of a kisser you are,” he confessed, and he pressed his hands to his hips. Nothing could deny the rosy look to his face, though. Florence squinted her eyes at him, and he hastily ran his fingers through his black hair: the small plume of gray at the crown of his head showed itself at the roots all the while, and then those curls on top fell back down onto his head.

She chuckled at him.

“You’re so cute,” she told him in a low voice, and then she made her way out of there, still with the clamp and the wrench in hand. Even if she greeted Eric with a kiss, and even if he rewarded her with a myriad of kisses to confirm their love for an eternity, and even if he found his way out of there, she knew that she would always still taste him.

[darlaynaaa]

BGYO: Aces of P-pop

Who is BGYO?

BGYO is a five-member P-Pop boy group under ABS-CBN’s Star Magic consisting of Akira, JL, Mikki, Gelo, and Nate. The group’s name is not a shortened version of the Tagalog word "bagyo" which means storm or a tropical cyclone. BGYO is an acronym for "Becoming the Change, Going Further, You and I, Originally Filipino."

During their pre-debut, BGYO is also referred to as SHA Boys or Star Hunt Academy Boys. They trained for more than two years with Korean coaches before debuting on January 30, 2021, with their single "The Light." The members themselves wrote the Filipino lyrics to reflect their experiences in training.

You can watch the official music video of "The Light" below!

BGYO Members Profile

Angelo Troy Rivera, also known as Gelo, is the leader of BGYO. He was born on April 18, 2001. He was competing with his dance team, called A-Team, in the Philippines and other countries before making his debut as an idol.

Akira Morishita is the lead vocalist of BGYO. He was born on April 27, 2001. He is an Indie Filipino Actor in the Philippines and is known for starring in Sundalong Kanin (2014), Alienasyon (2014), All of Me (2015), and ‘Tol (2019). He recently co-starred with Francine Diaz in the teen comedy miniseries Bola-Bola. Also, he has appeared in a few commercials.

John Lloyd Toreliza, also known as JL, is the main vocalist of BGYO. He was born on September 17, 2001. In 2018, he joined "The Clash," a singing competition that aired on national television and had Regine Velasquez-Alcasid as one of the judges. He did not make it to the finals, unfortunately.

Michael Claver Jr., also known as Mikki, is the main rapper of BGYO. He was born on February 13, 2002. He was the last person to audition for Star Hunt Academy to get a scholarship.

Nathaniel Porcalla, also known as Nate, is the main dancer and the youngest of BGYO. He was born on June 06, 2003. He competed in World of Dance Philippines in 2019, but he did not advance to the finals.

Accomplishments of BGYO

BGYO has taken the world by storm since making its debut in 2021. They are renowned for notable vocals, synchronized dance moves, commanding stage presence, and undeniable visuals. With that, the group is regarded as "P-Pop's Breakout Act of 2021" and has earned their so-called "Aces of P-Pop" in just a year.

In the first two years of their career, BGYO released thirteen singles, seven B-sides, nine soundtrack singles, two promotional singles, two remix singles, and eleven music videos. In addition, they have been holding concerts both locally and globally, making them the proud flag bearers of P-pop worldwide. The group was featured by Privé Alliance, an upscale streetwear line that lists Baekhyun, a Korean singer, as its co-creative director. They have also been nominated for and won several awards locally and internationally. The members keep their feet on the ground despite the achievements they have been receiving. They always honor their ACEs, or their fans, for their unending love and support since the beginning. 

BGYO continues to dominate the world, representing P-pop on the scene.

Why did I choose this topic for my blog?

I chose this topic to feature BGYO. What their background is, how they overcame challenges, and who are the persons behind the title, "Aces of P-Pop?" I have been their fan since before their debut. I saw how much effort and time they invested in their preparation for their performances. They almost couldn't debut because of the ABS-CBN shutdown. But thankfully, the management didn’t disappoint them. 

P-pop groups used to be made fun of because people thought they were copying K-pop. This is why many groups have disbanded. Nevertheless, the biggest thanks go to highly trained Filipino talents like SB19, who revived P-pop on the mainstream scene. Upon BGYO's debut, P-pop and other P-pop groups like BINI, Alamat, and VXON get more opportunities to gain international recognition. They prove that P-pop is Filipino pop music rather than a K-pop copycat. Therefore, P-pop—the embarrassing subgenre of OPM or Original Pilipino Music we previously knew—became an instant sensation, the reason why new P-pop groups are constantly making their debut nowadays.

Many people have found reason in BGYO, especially the ACEs. Akira frequently reminds the fans to treat themselves with the same love that they give to their members. Hopefully, with the help of this blog, I can make you understand the journey of BGYO. Remember that you can become whoever you want to be.

Stay updated with BGYO by following their social media accounts! We will be glad to welcome you to our fandom.

Twitter: @bgyo_ph Instagram: @bgyo_ph Tiktok: @officialbgyo Facebook: BGYO PH YouTube: BGYO Official

[aronarchy]

https://twitter.com/butchanarchy/status/1602056696947707905

[image ID: A mostly blue-black and off-white art piece that centers a bed on fire. Around it is a dark red circle. On the top of the red circle off-white text reads “Destroy What Destroys You” and below reads “Anti-Abuser Action” /end image ID]

CW for following thread: descriptions of domestic violence and rape mention

The burning bed is a reference to Francine Hughes, a survivor of thirteen years of domestic violence. On March 9, 1977 her abuser refused to allow her to feed their children, berated her to quit school, forced her to burn her own schoolbooks, and physically assaulted her.

She called the police, they came, and proceeded to do nothing to help Francine, and then left, despite overhearing her abuser tell her that it was “all over for her” because she dared to call for help. Afterwards he forced her to cook dinner for him and then raped her.

After he fell asleep, Francine put her three children in the car, poured gasoline over Mickey as he slept, and lit him on fire, burning their home down in the process. Knowing that if she left him alive he would find her and make good on his promise to kill her himself.

[fallenangelx00]

Battles of Remnant: The Non-RWBY Characters

A few of the girls not from RWBY, there will be boys too, they're just not fun to list

DC Characters

Jessica Cruz/Green Lantern VIII - Human

Mari McCabe/Vixen - Faunus

Koriand’r/Starfire - Human

Courtney Whitmore/Stargirl - Human

Judy Garrick/The Boom - Faunus (Gazelle) 

Lorena Marquez/Aquagirl -  Typhos

Elizabeth “Bette” Kane - Typhos

Mia Dearden/Speedy - Faunus

Astrid Arkham/Arkham Knight - Typhos

Marilyn Moonlight - Human

Lyrl Dox/Brainiac 3 - Android

Indigo Dox/Brainiac 8 - Android

Tina/Platinum - Android

Lace/Copper - Android

Antonia Monetti/Argent - Typhos

Tara Markov/Terra - Human

Kiran Singh/Solstice - Human

Holly Granger/Hawk - Faunus

Dawn Granger/Dove - Faunus

Marvel Characters

Kate Bishop/Hawkeye II - Human

Jubilation Lee/ Jubilee - Human

Elizabeth “Betsy” Braddock/Psylocke - Human

Ava Ayala/White Tiger - Typhos

Elizabeth “Liz” Allen/Firestar -Typhos

Riri Williams/Iron Heart -Faunus

Laura Kinney/X-23 - Faunus

Aña Corazón/Araña - Human

Shuri/Black Panther - Faunus

Nico Minoru/Sister Grimm - Typhos

Viv Vision - Android

Geer Nelson/Tigra - Faunus

Bobbi Morse/Mockingbird - Typhos

Illyana Rasputina/Magik - Typhos

America Chavez/Ms. America - Human

Nadia Van Dyne/Wasp - Human

Cassandra Lang/Stinger - Human

Francine Frye/Electro - Faunus

Overwatch Characters

Lena Oxton/Tracer - Human

Brigitte Lindholm - Human

Hana Song/D.Va - Faunus

Kiriko Kamori -Faunus

Odessa "Dez" Stone/Junker Queen - Typhos

Olivia Colomar/Sombra - Human

Amélie Lacroix (née Guillard)/Widow Maker - Typhos

Mei-Ling Zhou - Faunus

Elizabeth Caledonia "Calamity" Ashe - Human

Vivian Chase/Sojourn - Faunus

Cyberpunk 2077 Characters

Valerie - Human

Rebecca Watson - Human

Panam Paler - Human

Judy Álvarez - Faunus

Song So Mi/Song Bird - Typhos

Beatrice Ellen Trieste/8ugbear - Faunus

Alena Xenakis - Typhos

Bree Whitney - Typhos

Hanako Arasaka - Human

Meredith Stout - Human

Bleach Characters

Soi Fon - Faunus

Tatsuki Arisawa - Human

Tier Harribel - Typhos

Candice Catnipp - Human

Isane Kotetsu - Faunus

Ikumi Unagiya - Human

Cirucci Sanderwicci - Typhos

Liltotto Lamperd - Human

Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck -Typhos

Senna Ichinose - Faunus

My Hero Academia Characters

Moe Kamiji/Burnin - Human

Kaoruko Awata/Bubble Girl - Human

Rumi Usagiyama/Mirko - Faunus

Anan Kurose/Thirteen - Human

Himiko Toga - Typhos

Ibara Shiozaki/Vine - Human

Setsuna Tokage/Lizardy - Faunus

Reiko Yanagi/Emily - Human

Kaina Tsutsumi/Lady Nagant - Typhos

Nemuri Kayama/Midnight - Human

[moon-74]

Save Francisco Revenge Bio

1994

About thirteen years have passed since the accident and final death of Francine Vasilev.

The city of Vasivale is renamed to Moonvale and the leader of this city will say that it is the city of the Moon.

Cogerley and her friends are almost twenty-six or twenty-seven now but they prefer to continue going to the San Francisco barracks.

On the other hand, there is someone who must become a San Francisco warrior.

Olga Wnekowicz is a twelve-year-old Polish girl who lives with her friends: Molly Watson, Myriana Felix and Giovanna Lawrence.

Olga is orphaned of her parents because the mafia had burned down her house when she was five years old and Cogerley had saved her life. It was 1988.

Because of this, Cogerley became her idol.

Unfortunately, none of the Vasilev family wanted to bring back the city of Vasivale and revive Francine for the second time.

But a member of the family rebels because she doesn't want to be evil and wanted to be good.

Her name is Hannah, she is from Russia, she is fourteen years old and has blue hair.

She betrays to her father that she wanted to resurrect their ancestor at all costs but Hannah decides to betray her whole family and escapes going to San Francisco.

She is a cold, serious and reserved girl.

In San Francisco she meets Olga and her friends for the first time.

She says that she is not a Vasilev like everyone else and explains the plan of her psychopathic father who wanted Vasilesia and Francine aka Alessia to be revived.

Hannah like Cogerley has the powers of telekinesis, can control the past and the future, has telepathy and has the powers of thunder like the late Susan Hopper.

Hannah decides to go to 1982 with Olga and her friends to meet Cogerley and stop her father from the past.

Then she refuses to kill her father in order not to risk Vasilexia and goes to 1946 to kill Mary without succeeding.

They return to 1994 and decide to fight the criminals with Cogerley and her friends and kill his father as part of the devil's pact and resurrect her ancestor.

[whatsbehindthefacade]

This was not what Ennis had planned. The whole plan had been that he'd have his 'fishing trip' with Jack this week, spend a few days getting lost in each other the way they always did. Then he'd come home, spend a day or two stewing in his own shame, and then it would be his turn with the girls. But then Alma had called him, spoke about switching the weeks, about Francine not being well. And so he'd ended up agreeing to take Alma Junior earlier than anticipated. He'd phoned Jack, thinking of calling the whole thing off. And somehow...somehow he'd let Jack talk him into taking a trip with the kids.

It was the first time he'd ever seen Jack's son in person, but the boy- how old would Bobby be now? Thirteen? He was around the same age as Francine- was the spitting image of his father, and it seemed like he wasn't too far off personality wise either. Bobby hadn't shut up from the moment they'd pulled up, chattering away idly to his father about a whole host of things, about what he'd been up to, things he'd done with his friends, about a teacher who was a real drag. Whether he'd actually stopped to breathe yet was debatable as he tugged a sleeping bag of his own out of the Twist's truck.

At around the same time as his daughter's did, Ennis' eyes landed on the tent. The solitary tent. They'd never needed more than one tent before (hell, they'd never needed more than one bedroll, though that was something he wasn't going to be sharing) but four people would be way too tight a fit, even with two of them being kids. Though Junior hadn't said much, Ennis understood her meaning well enough. She was getting more grown up now, and trying to squish in with them just wouldn't do. "Feel better that way?"

Bobby on the other hand had flung his own sleeping bag into the tent, dark hair falling into his eyes as he continued to talk. "An' so, Jimmy, he tries to say his big brother ain't afraid o' nothin' but I tells him, he's a big fat liar, because I seen Tommy Clarke near wet himself last Halloween when the Andrews twins jumped out at him, and they's only six!" The whole conversation was accompanied by somewhat wide-ranging gesticulations, his eyes wide as he finally paused to take a breath.

@soldwrecked

@whatsbehindthefacade && @soldwrecked

She never expected things to be this loud. Alma Jr stood with her sleeping bag in her hands, having just pulled it out of the back of the truck.

Most outings with her dad were quiet ones unless Francine came along. Frannie liked to talk, but Frannie was sick. She was always sick. It was just easier for her to stay home with her mom. Jr. wondered how sick she was this time of the weekends got switched around like this. Still, it was nice to see her dad.

This however, she didn't expect. His camping trips were always private. Jr. learned not to ask about them. She'd tried once last year when she wanted to come stay with him permanently, she was much happier with her dad, but things didn't pan out the way shed hoped they would.

If there was a frown on her face it was hardly noticeable beyond the way her brows furrowed together as she took in the new finished setup for camp.

"Daddy," she started quietly, looking over the campfire pit, the equipment being unloaded from their truck and the Twist's, and lastly, the single tent smack dab in the middle of it all. She stood like a stone looking at that tent.

She didn't point out that there was one tent. She didn't point out how that made her nervous and how she would need some privacy. The nature of teenage girls made for some complicated situations.

Instead she said "Should I just put this back in the truck?" It's the most she'd said this entire time. She'd gotten by on a handshake and a few nods of her head thus far. She was like her father in that. Being quiet was safer.

[sngshows]

The Ritual of Francine Thirteen with Support from Glitters Trails

Photo Credit: Khadijah Grimes

Originally appeared on Grimy Goods. 

The Satellite was never a venue I could pigeonhole for any particular genre. You may wander in and see a dream rock quintet, or even a mystical performance art piece, and possibly both on the same night, as it was this past Tuesday. Glitter Trails opened up for Francine Thirteen, covering both ends of the spectrum of new age art, and leaving attendees with a lot to think about when the lights finally came up.

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[this-is-quite-homoerotic]

I’ve been thinking about how disappointing it is that they don’t bring previous companions back to Doctor Who more frequently, like there are a few that would maybe take more in-story explanation (like Amy and Rory), but most of them would be so easy? And how fun would it be to see old companions meet different incarnations of the Doctor?

Rose is stuck in a parallel universe, sure, but they could land there? Or even go there on purpose? Martha is living her life on Earth with Mickey, the Doctor could literally visit them whenever. Donna would be harder, but the Doctor could visit in the interim between her first appearance and the time she leaves with him like a year later. Or she could find alternate-universe Donna (either Rose’s universe or another one). Amy and Rory spend some time away from the Doctor after Melody is born, when he leaves to find her. Clara is literally travelling time and space on her own TARDIS (with Ashildr/Me?). Bill is immortal and also travelling space and time with her immortal girlfriend, Heather. Some, like Martha, Clara and Bill would be easier to explain, but I’m sure any of them could be pulled off, I mean, these are all off the top of my head, there must be other possible explanations for why the Doctor runs into them.

So anyway, here’s my proposal: have Thirteen and the Fam land on Martha and Mickey’s house and the TARDIS refusing to leave, so the Doctor is forced to investigate what scheme is afoot, only to exit the TARDIS to find an exasperated Martha and an annoyed Mickey who need the TARDIS to move because they’re hosting a dinner party in like an hour and it has stubbornly parked itself in their living room, right between their table and the door to the kitchen, and Francine Jones is not going to be happy about this.

Also, I need Mickey to catch sight of Thirteen and mutter something disparaging about the Doctor and his taste for blondes only for Thirteen to reveal that she IS the Doctor, like imagine Mickey’s face at that revelation.

The Doctor is then grudgingly invited to dinner, alien-of-the-week strikes, Martha is a BAMF who saves the day while everyone looks on in awe (especially Mickey, who should at some point exclaim “that’s my wife!!”), we get to see her and Mickey work together as a team and also some on-screen development for their relationship (we were robbed), then the Joneses show up for dinner and Francine makes lots of snide comments about the Doctor because she deserves to hold some resentment over that whole Year. Graham probably acts as a mediator between them and nudges the Doctor to apologise. Maybe even have the Doctor finally show Martha the appreciation she deserved all along, though of course by this time Martha doesn’t need to hear it from them.

I will also accept: the TARDIS is out of control and lands Thirteen in an alternate universe, but the Doctor can’t immediately tell which one because the TARDIS powered down and isn’t responding. So she leaves to explore this universe, not that she gets far, as only a few minutes later, she is herded by Torchwood and taken to their headquarters, where she is greeted by their director, Rose Tyler, and her second-in-command, Donna Noble (who Rose tracked down in the parallel universe and offered a job to; even though she wasn’t the one who had travelled with the Doctor, she was just as great).

Thus we learn that they landed in the same universe Rose has been stuck in for the last fifteen years, and Thirteen gets to visit her and Tentoo, who is, of course, this Donna’s best friend and Rose’s husband (and Tentoo ages, so we can bring in DILF David Tennant to reprise this hilarious role without it looking odd, and please remember Tentoo is half Donna, so imagine how fun a character he’d be). We can maybe see Jackie, Peter and Tony (at this point a teen), and even throw in statue of Mickey honouring his efforts in protecting that world from the Cybermen.

Plot happens and the Doctor helps that universe’s Torchwood deal with whatever is threatening the Earth that week, they save the day, they hug before the Doctor walks back into the TARDIS, maybe she tells Rose and Donna that she’s happy to know they’re in good hands, Tentoo looks all proud until Donna says something like “yeah, if you mean we got each other, because that one‘s a disaster” pointing at Tentoo. Cue some bickering while Rose and Thirteen laugh. Everyone’s happy, the TARDIS leaves, the end.