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[bridoesotherjunk]

[500-moths-in-a-trenchcoat]

GET OUT YOUR JACK O' MELONS TUMBLR SUMMERWEEN IS UPON US ONCE MORE

[rocktavian]

[tuttle-did-it]

HAPPY THRESHOLD DAY LADS

[snow-white-shadow]

I'M SO HYPED, GUYS

[stellesappho]

i wanna live in a land of lakes where the great waves break and the night runs right into the day i wanna be with ones i left - i will be back one day by lord huron

[lineffability]

hey remember when aziraphale and crowley ran into each other in rome and aziraphale said 'well then let me tempt you to- oh, no, that's your job, isn't it, haha'? what if crowley succumbed to the temptation in more ways than one? what if they had oysters and sex about it? then what?

wordcount: 17,8k rating: explicit tags: PWP, Rome 41AD, oysters, so many oysters, so many orgasms too, banter, little bit of emotion little bit of angst, but mostly fun, oysters and aardvarks, food kink, oral fixation, roman baths, an oyster is never just an oyster, and what is love but hunger (more tags on ao3)

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[radiance1]

Making another for the Interdimensional Mini Occult Detective au.

Tucker is very, very, very stunned by this new dimension. After he managed to settle himself down enough for him to actually start looking into this place, he realized that it is vastly different from that of his own.

There was heroes and villains, people called 'metas' that had powers that others don't, magic is just plain out in the open instead of hidden on the downlow and there's genuine aliens that both reside on and have tried to take over this planet.

This is, well out of his normal experiences, he would admit. Even with knowing Danny and being involved with ghost hunting when he was younger.

He questioned how that government branch managed to do what they did, and if they were a genuine government branch at all and didn't just, you know, mess with his own governments heads to make them one.

Safe to say, there is a lot he doesn't know about, and not knowing is something he doesn't like. Because facing an entire magical branch on his lonesome, knowledge and technology was the only way he could even the playing field somewhat between them.

But now, not only was his knowledge put into question, but his only other weapon has been reduced to-which certainly useful- a single arm bracer. Which is painfully lacking when compared to his usual arsenal that he equipped himself with.

Okay, this, this is fine.

Everything was fine.

He just had to gather information like he did before, but he doesn't have access to his various spybots, but it's fine he could just remake them.

But he doesn't have the materials to do so.

...

He regrets a lot of things.

Facing the magical branch alone wasn't one of them, but various mistakes surrounding them did he regret. People he failed to save, experiments he was too late to stop, magical artifacts he failed to get before them, failing to know regarding them and putting others in danger because of not knowing.

His biggest regret, as of right now, is that he couldn't have even left behind a note for his best friends. Or at least a video recording, he didn't even get to say goodbye.

Would he even get to see them again...?

...

Alright, that's enough of that. He's the Tucker Foley, one of the best detectives regarding the occult and the regular enemy to and a threat to the magical branch. He doesn't have time to just sit around and think depressing thoughts.

Who cares if he's been stranded in another dimension? He can just force his way back to his own! Who cares if he's a child? He's done a lot of things as a kid, and he sure as hell wasn't stopping now just because he's goddamn 10-years-old.

He made himself their enemy, and he'll keep being their enemy until he sees them extinguished.

Now that that's out of the way.

He hacked into a nearby source for wifi, and took to the wide web. First order of business, information gathering.

He needs to know and by the Ancient's sake he will.

[marionette-j2x]

"...Fin"

[arttsuka]

Reverse mermaid au (but this time it's the normal one)

[meloooooonade]

JOJOLAAAAND! MR JOJOLAAAAND!!!

May i pleeeeaaaase have an autograph 🥺🥺🥺✒️

[spaceprincessem]

but when it's over i'm still awake | 51k buddie fic | ao3

[or the buddie catching fire au]

The cameras cut to President Gerrard as he takes the stage, the anthem playing in the background. Eddie wants to crawl out of his own skin just looking at the man. His snake eyes and snake smile and the phantom smell of blood and roses nearly makes Eddie choke.

He opens a golden envelope and pulls out a card, making a show of it as a restless hush falls over the crowd.

“On the seventy-fifth anniversary of the Hunger Games, our Third Quarter Quell, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest amongst them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors.”

There’s a beat of drop dead silence.

“The victor’s names will be divided into two bowls for the reaping and tributes may only volunteer for those who are in the same bowl.” President Gerrad smiles softly, clasping his hands together like an elderly grandfather about to give his grandchild some age old advice. “May the odds be ever in your favor.”

The television switches to the seal of Panem as the anthem closes out.

Eddie knows his entire family is looking at him. Horrified expressions, glossed over eyes, tears already slipping down cheeks.

Existing pool of victors.

There are only three victors alive in District Twelve.

Bobby. Buck. Eddie.

Existing pool of victors where you can only volunteer for the person you’re being reaped with.

Three names. Two bowls.

Eddie doesn’t have to guess which name will stand alone on Reaping Day.

He’s going back into the arena.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate as he takes off out of the house at full speed. If his family is calling after him then he can’t hear a single word. Not with the blood roaring in his ears and the desperate urge to run run run pumping thunderously in his veins. He needs to get out of here. Out of District Twelve. Out of Panem. Out of his skin and this body doomed to go back to the one place he was supposed to be safe from.

He doesn’t want to go back into the arena.

He survived. He got out. He’s a fucking victor.

But, of course, who is ever really safe in a place like this?

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[thatseadog]

I spent entirely way too much time on this, they act like siblings your honor

[yousaytomato]