#i kind of think both of them will be upset at me

[tbatthis]

ranking classic doctor who title sequences by awkwardness of the mugshot

i was so haunted by the ominous floating tom baker head from the latter seasons of his era that i started kinda obsessing over this. i will now evaluate each and every mugshot in these openings, for my own amusement, and to exorcise the demon.

william hartnell did not have a mugshot in his openings because the photograph did not yet exist in britain at the time. as such we will start with patrick troughton

quite an ominous starter, i feel. vaguely disdainful expression, as though judging the viewer for watching a show about a gay little imp. haunting, and makes me uncomfortable to view for too long. a solid start for Awkward Mugshots in the series

next, we have my goat, the babygirl himself, mr 9.5 cuntquake, jon pertwee.

this one goes for an entirely opposite approach from patrick troughton's look of quiet disappointment. jon pertwee stares straight ahead, unflinching, a smile on his face, and yet... there is a discomfort in his features. as though he's standing next to a man who has, unprompted, begun to complain about how greggs has made sausage rolls "woke." doesn't make me, personally, uncomfortable, but you can sense a troubled soul beneath that smile. but we aren't done with jon just yet.....

this one really tickles me. jon pertwee's expression is pretty unremarkable and neutral, although his fit is, of course, a thing of beauty. i'm more just kinda obsessed with it zooming out into this full body jpg of him where, because it was 1974 or whatever, his legs are just this amorphous blog extending from his big stupid cloak. it creates a unique, extremely funny take on Awkward Shot of the Doctor, and for that i have to applaud it.

its tom baker now. you know this guy, maybe.

tom baker's doctor is very much Supposed to have a kind of unnerving quality to him, and his wide eyed completely blank stare here does quite perfectly capture his ominous fey beast aura. very much not a soothing expression to ease you into the program, but one that definitely sets the tone for how much of a weird freak tom baker doctor is. as such, kind of can't call this an awkward shot.

NOW THIS FUCKING ONE HOWEVER

this is the one that got me thinking about this shit. i do not know what they were going for with this one. tom baker's disembodied, floating head, expression both confused and upset, as if he too is being accosted by the woke greggs guy who was hassling pertwee six years ago. then it just flies directly at the camera, making the sheer befuddled emotion on his face all the clearer and all the more troubling. quite possibly the most awkward of them all.

but, i dare say, we have a contender.... peter davidson, who may or may not be popular youtuber hbomberguy.

this one really fucks me up. his eyes, as unflinchingly trained on the viewer as jon pertwee's. but they're so Wide this time. peter davidson is Alert. he is Looking, At You. and he is smiling. he's so happy to see you. then, as with confused tom baker head, he flies straight at the viewer. frankly, this is much more sinister. get away from me, peter. i don't like that. i genuinely don't know if this or tom baker is the worse one.

colin baker introduces an intriguing new tech wherein they use Two Whole Mugshots in one opening

so first, i like how colin baker gets absolutely coated in the rainbow effects. he does dress like a gay clown, so i think it's suitable. second, i think it's extremely funny that colin baker's doctor was infamous for being like, the most abrasive and unpleasant doctor (i can attest to this with how the first fucking thing he says in revelation of the daleks is to just call his companion a fat bitch who eats too much with almost zero prompting) but they give him these two jovial little smiles. like honestly i think colin baker probably has one of the more natural-looking mugshots and it's so funny that the dude whose doctor was famously A Huge Asshole pulled that off. he's smiling :) he's my friend the doctor who bodyshames me :)

last but not least. my other goat. the silliest old man around. mr mansplain manipulate malewife himself. sylvester mccoy.

sorry colin baker this is my winner for Least Awkward. sylvester mccoy could kinda do it all. they picked a shot of him trying to look all stern, only to hit em with a silly little wink and jolly little smile that do not feel ominous, but instead the playful gestures of a mischievous old man who is maybe constantly plotting the horrific death of his enemies. perfect encapsulation of the seventh doctor's character. in a beautiful perfect world we have like five more seasons of sylvester mccoy.

so yeah final rankings from most to least awkward

KING OF AWKWARD: peter davidson

GRAND VIZIER OF AWKWARD: tom baker 2

VAGUELY UNCOMFORTABLE: jon pertwee 1 and patrick troughton

OMINOUS, BUT FITTING: tom baker 1

JUST KINDA FUNNY: jon pertwee 2

PLEASANT AND INVITING: colin baker

MORE PLEASANT AND MORE INVITING DESPITE SINISTER ANTICS: sylvester mccoy

no i dont know why i fucking wrote this

[upon-sunflower-trails]

tenna headcanons

sfw and nsfw relationship headcanons for tenna!

never doubt me because when i have a hyperfixation i don't PLAY

The sweetest to you, he will do just about anything to keep you happy. Giant bouquets of flowers, broadcasts dedicated to you, extravagant dates, the whole works

Makes sure everyone within a ten mile radius knows the two of you are an item. You're so so dear to him <3

Pet names for you consist of sweetheart, honey, sugar, and muffin. He goes overboard sometimes, and probably uses these nicknames more than your actual name

He gets veeery insecure, so he needs a lot of reassurance. Whether it be about himself or your relationship, he will constantly ask you for your favorite things about him, the reasons you're with him, if you would love him if he were a worm

Expect to play minigames with him constantly. He likes to take you on little game dates, where he leads your avatar around the beach and takes pictures of the two of you together

Anyone who asks about you will be subject to a six-page thesis in real time about how amazing you are and everything Tenna loves about you

When he's flustered, blush pops up on his screen and you can swear that you see him switch to static for a minute

He would be the one to confess first, no matter how worried he was that you would reject him

Even though Tenna is flashy, his confession of love would be incredibly personal. He would almost shrink a little as he admitted to his feelings, getting emotional as he accepted the fact that you would most likely reject him

He, of course, was overjoyed when you reciprocated. Returned to normal size as cheerful music blared, scooping you up in his arms and pressing kisses all over your face

He loves everything about you, and he thinks you're perfect. He has to sneak in at least one reference to you every time he's on-air

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

I see him as a switch; he prefers being a service top but he'll bottom when he's feeling particularly down on himself

When he's upset with his employees, dom all the way. Probably the kind of guy to bend you over his desk to blow off steam

To him, there's no better way to spend his night than with his face between your legs. Much prefers giving oral than fingering, in my very humble opinion

Will lightly toy with the idea of exhibitionism, in the way that he'd have you under his desk and sucking him off while in a meeting or something

Horrific praise kink. Please tell him how good he is, what a great job he's doing, how badly you needed him. He will increase his efforts by tenfold.

I headcanon that his antennas are super sensitive, which you likely either find out by accident or in the heat of the moment. He'll beg for you to touch them while you ride his face or fuck him

Vocal as hell (especially if you play with the antennas), he is practically incapable of staying quiet. He whimpers and moans when he's being more gentle or subbing, and lets out groans and hisses while pounding into you during his more dominant moments

Loooves to tease you, both with pet names in the moment and overstimulation. He can be unrelenting when he wants to be

Not big into pain (both giving and receiving), but will tug on your hair when particularly lost in blowing off steam

Lowkey has a breeding kink, even if he may never acknowledge it. Just can't get enough of filling you up.

Whether his comment to Mike about kids is true or not, if you are able (and want) to carry children, it'll become his newest fixation. The second you give him the go-ahead, yeah, he's creampie-ing you for weeks

He prefers to actually fuck you instead of just jacking off, but if he doesn't have any other options, he'll gladly pump himself to the thought of you while at his desk. Free hand covering his mouth while his monitor practically burns, whines of your name spilling from his lips

Size kink is basically a given with him. I mean, he towers over everybody, so you are of course no exception. Holding your much smaller hands over your head as he pins you against the wall to obliterate your insides is one of his guilty pleasures

hope you guys enjoyed reading :) tenna my beloved i hope i did you justice

[obsidianpen]

Dear Almighty Pen, our lord and saviour,

The final chapters were a tough yet deeply moving read. It was exacting. A kind of grief I didn’t expect to feel for this ship, and yet- something about the way you structured this story, the long, slow entangling of these two lives, made it feel closer to lived memory than to plot. I fell so deeply in love with them both and it gutted me in the most delicious and unputdownable way.

These final few chapters from 70-77 strikes you with a heartrending, gut-wrenching lyricism. Some lines here will haunt me forever. There’s a knowing, intimate feeling written into each of these characters that reads like a mirror – I know you; your cruelty and obsession; your deep-seated need for admiration; your guilt and shame and longing. It made me hope against hope for these two eggs, whose demise was writ into each other’s fates.

I loved your Hermione from the get-go – and her arc devastated me in the most exquisite way. Her loneliness, the longing – the grave acceptance to take up the mantle of martyrdom, with echoes of great epics and terrible Greek tragedies. Then, later, her clarity; her boundaries; her refusal to let herself be rewritten. It was a powerful final act of self-possession: she leaves him, and remains herself.

The final chapter is one of the most assured and brilliant closings I’ve read. Tom sees Hermione in her new life. She does not remember: she is radiant, untouched by war. And she sees him as a boy –Tom, finally free of his monstrous identity; Hermione, finally free of her role as savior. The war never happened - because someone made sure it didn’t. Our girl wins; she changes history; she heals the scar that ran the Wizarding world. And no one remembers. Not even her….. (yet? hehehe)

What you’ve done here (emotionally, structurally, and narratively) is astonishing. I don’t think I’ve ever read a fic where obsession was rendered so honestly - where the love story was so clearly about power, and yet still allowed to be intimate, delicate – even beautiful. And never once does it lie to us about who Tom is. You didn’t soften him. His sharp edges; his cruelty; his delusion was plainly present, then you showed us what it costs to touch someone like that and survive.

This is the part that undid me – the emotional maturity of the ending. I always like the ones where they get away with it. Another story may have centred Hermione’s happiness, the reunion, her reward. We were offered something far more true. Our Hermione gets to have peace :))

And the recurring lines (something the brilliant @hichmigozarand picked up in the discord!) – “He is so good to me…” she said over and over, mirrored by “I’d be so upset….” he remembered over & over, absolutely floored me. The tragedy wasn’t in what happened - it was in almost did. They circled each other like myths - and what I especially love is that the dream-rebirth cycle isn’t fanservice: it’s tragic recursion. So the final question isn’t:

“Will they be together?”

It’s:

“Will he repeat the same story again?”

Or:

“Can love, if given a second beginning, grow clean?”

Void of prophecy, no orchestral swelling, no grand plots for fate and forever love. You gave us the architecture of someone learning to live without being seen, and someone else learning to love too late. And somehow, he became the version of the future where he believes her when she says he’s capable of more than this. I was GAGGED 💜

This is a deeply literate, psychologically exact, emotionally devastating work of fiction. I’ve been sick with longing for something like this for a long time. Thank you for writing something that has genuinely changed the way I look at this pairing, and the medium

<3

wow this actually made me tear up a little bit. Thank you for writing this, it really, really means a lot. It wasn’t easy to write the story I knew I wanted to with so many people already angry that I wasn’t writing the perfectly happy, everything is perfect traditional HEA. So thank you for championing what I did write, because there was a lot of thought that went into it, and it’s so satisfying now to see how many people not only grasped it but appreciated it (even while being a little devastated… I am one of those people too!).

thank you, thank you, thank you.

[qoldenskies]

seeing you talk about villain donnie's mask and the drawings makes me think... what if the bros found the drawings? how would they react?

oh. oh... having thoughts about this

he sneaks out (since this is before they let him in on missions) with mikey to show him the "base" he was living in once, to convince him to just leave with him ("see? we don't need them. we don't need things. this is all we need!!") and it's just... a pile of dirty laundry for a bed, some half-finished tech, his worn and barely functional laptop, a pile of protein bars and bags of chips and gummy worms, and pretty much nothing else, nestled in an old broken down warehouse. mikey is horrified on his behalf and it kind of turns into... an argument, because both of them get too upset and defensive to think clearly. i'm not sure what happens, im feeling donnie might run off and they have to go track him down again, but the point is-- there's not a lot of ruminating, then.

but i think after, probably because of this incident, when donnie finally decides he's willing to try to make the lair a home, he could ask one of them to go get his stuff. it's not much, but he'd still like the familiarity. it's not really a kidnapping situation anymore. maybe he sends over raph because he could handle it all in one trip. there'll be a reason he doesn't come himself-- injury, maybe? it's also why leo's staying behind and only providing portals, because he's trying to watch over donnie and he's being stubborn lol

but raph finally sees his base of operations for the first time, and he doesn't freak out like mikey did (although donnie was proud to present it to mikey, like he thought mikey would be in awe of the simplicity of it, which is a big reason he reacted like that). he just gets a sinking feeling in his gut as he starts gently handling his things, careful as he possibly can be. he grabs all the old laundry intending to clean it when he gets home, and that's when he sees the papers, carefully tucked under the miserable little pile.

he unfolds it gently, and he sees. the kind of scribbling a very little kid would make, of them. a reflection of donnie's desperate, naive dreams when he was young and completely alone and suffering. they're old and worn and there's little damaged spots in the paper that were clearly from his tears. they're labeled as family in clunky, markered handwriting. and donnie may have called them brothers in an objective sense, and tried to insist that, but he's never called them his family.

and raph barely reacts. he just kind of hunches over and stares. looks at all of them-- unfolds them all, slow and careful, one after another. his breathing shudders a bit. his throat feels tight. it's a silent scene.

and he doesn't say a single thing about it. he folds them up and takes them with everything else, and gives donnie all of his old things. he doesn't tell him what he saw and he doesn't acknowledge them, but he notices that they're the first thing he snatches from raph's hands and hastily pockets, like they're especially precious to him. and he looks at his little brother, sharp and tense and wary and wound up, and he wonders what changed to make him like this.

(but he already knows the answer to that. they initiated the first fight they had, not him. he'd been excited to see them, and all that raph could focus on was that he was a criminal.

and the guilt is oppressive. raph isn't sure how to confront it, so he doesn't.

but he knows now.)

[amloveabledeathmo]

Bagginshield Hanahaki au idea

Dwarves, of all the races in middle earth, seem like anything connected to them should be about metal and stone. Many would find it surprising and confusing to know that they could suffer from nanâg-satas, flower sickness. A disease that seems to only affect the most stubborn, born of unexpressed romantic emotions there is but one cure and that is a confession. Some particularly stubborn dwarves have lived centuries with it.

When Thorin heals enough to leave the healing halls he figures there will be a whole lot of paperwork to catch up on and probably many other tasks. When he finds out that Bilbo, with the help of Balin, has been doing most of what would be considered Thorin's kingly duties during the day before he would come spend hours talking with him, he felt a sharp pain in his chest as he realized how in love with Bilbo he had become and coughs up his first little flower.

You just know that Thorin would be doing his best to hide the tiny flowers and petals. (think small flowers but individual stems of 2 to 3 inches per flower regardless of normal growth pattern: forget me nots, bachelors buttons, begonias, chamomile, pansies, buttercups, daisies, etc). Then one day Bilbo is talking about how much he misses flowers and gardens.

Thorin immediately makes a tiny vase for Bilbo out of a large crystal and thinks about the things he loves about Bilbo until he has coughed up a tiny bouquet. Bilbo is delighted with the vase and the flowers and that Thorin is the one giving them to him.

Of course within a few weeks he has many vases with bouquets in various stages of life littering his living quarters. A good number of the company come to visit over tea and notice all the flowers and look a bit horrified.

Bilbo just notices them look at the flowers and starts going on about how sweet and kind Thorin is for gifting them all to him and all the dwarves are like omg you both are so stupid.

Not super sure where it would go from there but I think maybe Nori would also be a sufferer of it (for at least a few years) and once he sees how much the company are upset by Thorin hurting silently he decides to confess to Dwalin and that gives Thorin the push he needs.

[lavenderhateswritting]

Magneto x male reader

Summary: Eric didn't just lose his hope in Charles' dream on Genosha he lost you too.

Walking toward the doors of Eric's room was a stomach curdling experience. The overwhelming oppulance of Genosha's capital halls only worked to further seperate your mind from the feeling of existing in your body. It would be easier for everyone involved if you disconnected from this experience emotionally if you viewed it as if it were happening to someone else and not you.

You stood outside of Eric's door and rolled your shoulders back. You needed to prepare yourself as if you were going into battle. Finally after dilibiration you knocked on the door.

"Enter." Eric's voice came through the door to you in than regal way he addressed everyone.

Opening the door even more revelead a room that was set up for a king and Eric stood in the middle of the room. He only had his dress pants and button up on. He was going through the motions of getting ready for the banquet. The banquet you had not been invited to.

You stayed on the edge of the door if you walked over the entrance it would be harder to disconnect.

"So, Rogue is going to be your queen." It wasn't a question, both of you knew it was just the truth of the situation you were in the. The sun sets in the East, grass is green, and Rogue was going to be Eric's queen.

His hands stilled from where they had been adjusting his collar.

"She is the best fit for being the ruler of Genosha. An empathetic person who would work to better mutant kind." His back was still turned to you. The light of the setting sun cloaked what parts of his face were facing you in blinding light.

"You know It isn't her I'm upset with." You inhaled and leaned against the threshold of the room. "My love I will create a world where mutants can be free and we can free from the fight that binds us." A smile creeped up your face tight and bitter. "You think I'm an idiot or blind willing to believe any pretty little things you sent my way."

You watched as the muscles in his back tensed up.

"I have never thought you a fool."

A laugh bubbled up from between your lips. "Then why did you lie to me? Why did you make me think you were in love with me?" You breathed in a shaky breath. "Why have you strung me along for so long when you knew you didn't feel the same way?"

His head turned fully toward the open window. You watched as he inhaled as though he was steeling himself for what was next. There was no need for that. You did not intend to scream and make a scene you just wanted some for of the truth from him.

"You of all people must understand that there are some things we must put to the side in order to do what is best for mutant kind." He turned away from the window then and began to walk toward you. "I have been fighting ths fight for many years and I have loved many and lost many more." He was standing in front of you directly now. He reached his hand up and gripped your chin. His thumb began to stroke the curve of your lip as his eyes looked at you as though he could see your very soul. "There are many things that I do that invoke questions, but my ove for you was never one of them." He leaned forward then to kiss you like you had done hundredsof times before.

"Eric, no" You stared back into his eyes as he had yours. He was surprised maybe hurt though he covered those looks up as fast as he could. Not fast enough. Never fast enough to truly hide them from you.

"We, whatever we were is done. I would apologize, but we both know it isn't my fault. Goodbye." His hold on your face was torn away as though it pained him to let go. You turned your back on him and began to walk towards the exit of this maze of luxury.

You hadn't been paying attention when you turned a corner and saw her standing there. Rogue. She was beautiful her hair in a bun with a dress on that allowed for her arms and hands to be free. She looked suprised to see you.

"Oh, I didn't know you'd be around sugar. It's probably good because I reckon we need to talk." You felt tears finally swell in your eyes.

"Rogue love there is nothing that needs to be talked about. Eric is a grown man and he has made his decision. And never in my life could I imagine denying you the abiltiy to be touched and loved because I am a jealous old man."

"Sugar. Thank you."

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The air was on fire and it burned your throat with every deep gulping breath you took. The sentinal attack had been out of nowhere and it had brought with it death on a sclae you had never witnessed up close. Running from place to place throwing debris off of civilians with your super strength and trying to find anywhere safe enough to leave them before you dashed off to another area.

All of the running you had been doing had found you in the center of the fight, however, with Rogue, Eric, and Remy. You had been pushing civilians toward Eric for only minutes when the sentinal in the sky had sent a beam crashing from above that had sent its ffot down directly ontop of you and the group of civilians you were protecting. The weight of the leg was nearly enough to make your legs buckle. You watched as Eric came running for you.

"You can't stay here Eric you need to take the civilians and leave." You saw the horror truly grasping in his eyes. A man who can control metal not being able to save you from this of all things.

"Do not make me have to make this choice. Please." You had never once in your life heard Eric beg before. In a way you never really thought he could.

"There is no choice Eric. You of all people should be able to see. I'm not making it out of here." Tears began to fall down your face.

"Go. Make a better world." The ache in your muscles began to become unbareable and you dropped to your knees as the sentinal began to crush you even further.

Eric looked you in your eyes and you saw the grief the anger the fear everything he could never hide from you pulse from his very bones.

"There is no better world without you in it." He had begun to make a shield around the civilians you had saved.

You felt yourself smile up at him. The weght of the sentinal began to truly push down on you the bones in your arms began to crack.

"Don't be ridiculous Eric. There is and there will be. Promise me."

He looked you in the eyes then.

"I promise."

You felt your back finally give out as the force of the sentinal finally crushed you.

[ink-the-artist]

holy shit I did NOT realize how popular my "I will remove my teeth, for I want to remain kind despite my anger" quote is. I just googled it for fun to see what would come up, a bunch of people are quoting it not knowing who its from, an artist called Kuma made an album titled that, so bizzare

[cementcornfield]

Zac: gives Joe a game ball to reward him for ANOTHER 5-TD game

Joe: I don't want this 😐

[quirinah]

I hope they explode

[lala-blahblah]

I will never make this because it would be for an audience of one (me) but ever since reading "If we Were Villains" (story about serious drama kids in college who perform shakespeare and deal with a murder) I have been entertaining the thought of a crack fic crossover with High School Musical The Musical The Series where the staff decides they will no longer put on shakespeare after the tragic accident that happened at Thanksgiving, because Shakespeare plays would only increase the tension and drama. So they hire Ms. Jen who decides their spring play will actually be High School Musical (which exists in the 90s in this universe) and it ruins the vibe so much that everyone gives up on being dark and mysterious because they're universally pissed at Ms Jen for making them learn choreoraphed basketball dancing.

[gayjermamexico]

hummmm i looked around a bit and i guess it just depends on how u interpret their actions…?

[katierosefun]

something i enjoy about suits is that these mike and harvey are literally drawn to each other because they both love a good adrenaline rush. like, mike was the one who talked harvey into giving him a job despite having zero qualifications other than his insane memory, and yet harvey already had at least 75% made up when he shook mike's hand. harvey talks about how life is like this and he likes living like this, and mike talks about how he got kicked out of a life that he's been chasing ever since. they're both scrambling after some kind of insane life and mike will say that he wants to help people (and he does! i think he really does!), but he's also the insane guy who tells himself he's helping people by also lying his way into the system in the first place. he's a guy who likes to bend the rules to get at his larger goals, and harvey's the guy who sees most rules as gentle suggestions more than anything else, so long as he just wins. they're both insane! they feed into each other's insanity! mike can play coy and pretend he'll leave harvey eventually, but then harvey wheedles his way back into mike's life with another offer or plan or suggestion and mike will go "no, harvey, i like my peaceful life right now" and then an episode later be like "nvm. what are we doing now". i'm sick to the stomach because they're literally always going to be like this. they aren't escaping each other because they recognize each other for the insane high they both want. they're literally obsessed with each other

[im2tired4usernames]

I might just be dumb but I don't really understand making fun of you partners? I don't understand introducing them to your family like "gets my stupid asshole "I don't understand the play fighting I get teasing on some stuff is fun n cute if your both into that???? but?????my wife's smart I'm not gonna call em dumb to be funny and I'd cry if my wife told their friends I was super dumb n annoying? Yeah people are gonna do stupid things and no one's perfect I know I'm gonna do something that's gonna be annoying and stupid same with my wife n friends n family and well really anyone I just don't get when people talk down their partners to they're friends? Like do you want your friends to think low of your partner Do you want your friend to really think they're stupid and smelly and hate them????Do you actually like the person you dating???? Then why are you telling your friends and family what a stupid irresponsible jerk they are and how you can't stand them????????????? Am I missing a joke goin on is this a humor thing or social thing in just out of the loop on???????

[creative-hanyou-girl]

I think being a fan of InuYasha has awakened in me a craving for mythology series where it's always an adventure focusing on a human befriending/falling in love with a mythical person from the mythology. Doesn't matter what kind of media it is, if it's like InuYasha, I'm like "sign me up".

Like seriously, my favorite series aside from InuYasha are literally Kamisama Kiss, The Red Winter Trilogy, the Guild Codex: Demonized (not exactly mythology per se, but it's still a human x mythical person adventure series) and now I'm about to watch the Kdrama Tale of the Nine-Tails on Netflix. Literally InuYasha as a series has awakened in me a craving for the mythology fiction genre and I can't even be mad about it.

[satuurnos]

I think its so funny when ppl have this attachment and loyalty to this one person in their life where they kind of just like them better and therefore listen to whatever they say like it's not only a little strange

[the-acid-pear]

Why did my cooking dream get hijacked by my brain making a William Afton oc and au what was that about.