#have a gift

[kybee1497]

Something something black widow wednesday, the boogey man of the outcasts

Something something black widow Wednesday who’s killed every man she’s ever slept with (not that there were many) because she doesn’t suffer fools and sometimes she gets bored. She’s not about to let random men run around the world with knowledge of her weaknesses and soft spots.

Which means some people are very confused about the bubbly werewolf and tall golden retriever of a man who’ve been spotted in her shadow and on her arm for years

Someone eventually asks (they’re stupid, very stupid with absolutely tragic self preservation instincts. Wednesday is about to fix that for them) but before Wednesday can kill them

“Not a man” enid says and her grin has far too many teeth to be reassuring

“I came back” Tyler says with a smirk and his pupils slowly flood the iris and into the whites of his eyes until all that’s left is a yawning black pit and something wrong screams in the back of their mind

[bayanation]

liv makes graphics for her friends:

AUGUSTINE FINLEY and YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN KID

so make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it, you’ve got no reason to be afraid.

read a sinner’s song here

[ficsempai]

I realise one of my biggest talent is to be able to make memes about pretty much anything.

Idk how to market that on my resume :(

[forgediinfire]

✨ for dad, of course

Send ✨ to see one of my muse's memories.

That's the interesting thing about a semi-sentient ship that's physically connected to its pilot; you never know what surprises are around the corner.

The room Nathan has managed to wander into is deep within the seemingly endless depths of the TARDIS. It's not easy to find for a reason. Inside, it looks a little like a mash-up of the observatory and the console room, though not as warm or comfortable as either of those. There's a center control panel, and what looks like a domed screen that stretches all the way across the room.

Enough fiddling with the controls will have what appears to be quick flashes of video recordings projected across the walls and ceilings. It's a strange combination of first person experiences and video records the TARDIS itself took.

At first, it's nothing Nathan will recognize. Old companions, bad fashion from the seventies, the occasional flash of a Dalek. But then the images begin to slow, as if the TARDIS is showing him something specific. Something that she wants the Doctor eldest son to see.

As the images displayed slow to a normal speed, the Doctor as Nathan knows him to be comes into view. Or, as he *knew* him. He looks younger somehow here. Less burdened. The Doctor before the Time War.

There's another very familiar figure there, too. Nathan himself; several years younger, but unmistakable with his mop of wild curls and mischievous smirk. The smirk fades, however, as the Doctor's voice begins to echo out of the tinny speakers in the room.

"I know I said we'd go to that amusement park on the moon in the 28th century, but somethin' came up," he explains, looking antsy as he begins to back away towards the TARDIS. "I'll be back, soon as I can."

The memory fades on Nathan's rather dejected expression as the TARDIS doors close behind the Doctor. The image fades, and another appears in its place; fire and smoke and rubble. Screaming, both of fear and the metallic, artificial screams of the Daleks, all burning alive. The Doctor appears, covered in blood and ash, carrying a child out of the horrific scene behind him. Another child, no older than twelve, clings to his scorched leather jacket, following him to safety.

Again, the scene fades, and several more flash together in quick succession; bodies, discarded Dalek casings, Gallifreyan and Dalek ships on fire, debris of what were once whole solar systems, destroyed in the crossfire of the Time War.

When the images slow down again, it settles on the Doctor once more, his posture heavy with the weight of his decision. He looks on as the Citadel, the capital of Gallifrey burns and crumbles, as Dalek ships descend upon his world, and every other world this side of the timeline. The Time Lords would burn every one if it saw the end of the Daleks, with no concern for the billions of lives lost to their collateral damage.

It was his decision to make. There was no one else who would.

His hand hovers over a button. A Moment passes. His hand comes down.

And the screens all go black.

"What the hell are you doing in here?"

[chaoticjestervibes]

Whatever your heart desires will be my gift to you.

[starrytrees]

hi dungeon meshi fandom :]

[billcipherbong]

it's literally the best gift he's ever got in his life

[ayo-edebiri]

#It's been months and I'm still grateful for this scene

[chloesimaginationthings]

Happy 10th anniversary to FNAF!!

[skellydun]

why is it when people ask me what i want as a gift i immediately become someone who enjoys nothing at all and has never wanted anything a day in their life.

[lunarcrown]

privately, skizz wonders if he’ll be mourned by grian too

[fizzydreamz]

CHRISM

TIS THE SEASON TL BE JOLLY

HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS!! HERES A GIFT.

[ruporas]

trigunned the hades or hadesed the trigun (id in alt)

[alnilaem]

*heavy sigh* ……. Price

[inkedberries]

if any one of you missed me it's because i've been playing hades game nonstop since a month ago and there have been shown no signs of stopping as of yet i love my silly boys

[aethersea]

the question of fic comments is very straightforward actually. readers do not owe writers comments. writers do not owe readers fic. there is no bargain, no transaction, no debt.

fic is a gift. comments are a gift. gifts are exchanged between friends, out of love, not out of obligation.

I write for myself. I post it for others, as a gift, because their joy brings me joy. I read for myself. I comment for the author, as a gift, because their joy brings me joy. perhaps we were not friends before, but we are now, however fleetingly, because we have given each other gifts out of love.