#just in the nick of time

[tizzymcwizzy]

VALENTINES DAY SKETCH FOR YOU HAPPY VALENTINES DAAAAYYYY!!!!!!!!

[negativepeanuthoarder]

I'll Protect You, Because I Love You - COMPLETE

(Epilogue)

DNF, but Sapnap centric, and QPR-adjacent DNN

55k words

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"Well, I," Dream looks at the ground again, back to being a little shy now that he's not mock-fighting with George. "My family couldn't make it - you know my dad's busy running an empire and I'm not exactly his firstborn."

He sighs, and Sapnap glimpses sadness - homesickness, maybe? - in his eyes, but Dream continues anyway. "I want you to give me away," He finally says. "At the altar, to George."

Sapnap is stunned, not knowing what to say to that. Him? Walking Dream down the aisle at his wedding tomorrow and giving him away? Of course he's flattered that Dream thought of him that way but he always figured it'd be one of the noblemen doing that - he figured he'd be walking beside the maid of honor, not… participating so intensely like this.

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[fiendy]

happy 413 for all who celebrate

[rockingrobin69]

Joy

It was cold in the office. He made himself tea, more to wrap his hands around than for drinking—but it smelled nice, heavy and strong, and Draco was still a little weak willed, when it came to it. A sip, and then another, and soon his hands will be cold again. A tiny smile: not for long. It was ten to, and Harry said he’d be back by four.

Draco rolled his eyes, but the sigh still slipped. From the window he could see the last hint of sunset, a remnant in gold and pink across the edge of a darkening cloud. Could almost feel it, a tingling in his fingertips, not from the cold. From this—the office was quiet, everybody was already on leave. Just the two of them in. And the fish: all four, doing swimmingly, even though Draco had recently learned he’s been overfeeding them.

Never mind. He’s learned—quite a bit, actually. Learned how to change the water cooler (bend with your knees, not your back), how to untangle a paperclip mess (and how to string a daisy-chain of them to crown Harry with after everyone’s gone: ‘king of the workaholics’). How to type without looking at the keyboard (or at the door to Harry’s office, always open); how to politely tell someone over the phone to fuck off, how to prioritise an endless mountain of tasks, how to submit the accounting paperwork in a way that didn’t make him want to cry. How to tilt his head just enough, to say ‘Yes, Mr. Potter’ in that tone that makes Harry’s throat seize. Working in an office sure was an edifying experience. And Draco was all about the learning, now.

He took another sip—the tea’s gone cold. He’ll make another. Perhaps two, and take one to Harry, when he’s back. Watch him slide into his chair, rub his eyes on a sigh, look up at him with that little smile. ‘For me?’, and then, ‘brilliant, thank you, Draco’. Maybe even a fond little ‘oh, you’re perfect. Come have a seat? We have some time’.

They did. Everyone was home, only the two of them in, them and the fish. And the whole evening spread open, and Harry made that soup he kept threatening Draco will simply have to try. The paperwork was all done: files bound and alphabetically organised, photo-copied with colourful post-it notes on all the most important bits, made easy. Draco swallowed the smile, tried not to feel too—it was silly, but still sort of nice. Sort of—good.

The office was getting dark. Draco kept most of the lights off; only the twinkling set of fairy lights some knucklehead hung around their desk dabbed the world around him in colour. Now that the sun had set, he could barely see a thing. A cup of cold tea, a stack of paperwork. The fish tank in the corner, glowing little blue blobs, all four. Draco had been overfeeding them, but they were still swimming strong. Strong. He was weak, when it came to teas and to Harrys and to wisps of sunset still golden, nearly vanished. But he was learning. Different shades of highlighters, misbehaving staplers and never enough pens. From one copier error to the next, being a person, being here, being… Draco.

There was something to it. He didn’t know how to put it into words, sitting in the nearly-dark office, alone with the fish, but not for long. There was some sort of… bubbly, giddy feeling. Funny and a little off and a little warm. Joy, maybe.

A little end-of-the-year present for my dearest @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm. Friend, you are, quite literally, a never ending source of joy: everything you make, share, let us glimpse at, contains multitudes of it. Of life, of love, of you. Thank you. I admire you endlessly, and love you with my whole entire heart.

[saetoru]

FIC IS DONE

[charmingwillow]

Feeling comfortable was foreign for Chrissy these days. But getting to be Eddie Munson's fake best friend? Those moments were like a sip of hot chocolate.

🍁

Written for Comfortember 2023; a fic made of daily prompts.

[Day 1: Safe] [Day 2: Sweater Weather] [Day 3: Changing Leaves]

[Day 4: Warmth]

[noassamoas]

headcanon that alfred does not know what to get bruce for his birthday anymore, the man literally basically has everything. So, whenever he finds something that Bruce has lost, he hold onto it, and gifts it back. Everytime, Bruce is like “omg alfred, where did you find this?? Its been missing forever thank you ur the best”

nobody says anything whether they figure it out or not

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

Fortunately, the BOOTH re-emerged from hyperspace just in the nick of time.

But, the Inspector had a decision to make: Which Mona was his? It had to be the lack of teeth that he picked up on that led him to realise that the Unthing posing as Mona wasn’t truly her.

[lovewithoutresin]

A minimix for every day in November.

November 8th:

you're the man

[journey-to-the-attic]

approximation of an idea i had for how ik solves levi's ordeal whenever it's his turn for this weird demon puberty everyone in nb s2 is having

from this post

[stopper-my-heart]

Nick stroking Charlie's hand with his thumb

[girlboysollux]

finally fucking submitted my application

[genderqueerpond]

We don't talk enough about the fact that Amelia Pond, s5 Amelia Pond, before the timeline is reset, isn't just a normal orphan. Her parents didn't die, didn't abandon her, and didn't send her away. They never existed in the first place.

And if her parents never existed, then Amelia cannot exist. She is a causal impossibility.

"People fall out of the world sometimes, but they always leave traces." A photograph. A face carved into an apple. Yes. Sure.

A child.

Now that's too big, surely.

But that's what she is. She is exactly the same as these things. A trace. An echo of something that could never be, never was, never could have been.

And the universe should never allow it. A whole person, that's just too much. She could not have continued to exist indefinitely, in normal circumstances, after her parents never existed.

In normal circumstances.

Because the Doctor didn't just save her from things coming out of the crack in her wall. He saved her from going into it. And he didn't just save her from the threat of going into it simply because of its vicinity.

No, by arriving when he did, he interrupted a process that was probably already in motion. And then by arriving again only moments later on a cosmic relative timestream (too quickly for the process to complete) and yet in the local relative timestream, years later --- years of a potential future caught midway through the process of rewriting -- he solidified that existence. Amy is a creature from another timeline, caught in amber. The Doctor prevented her from never existing, but only after she could already never exist.

And so, no one around Amelia thinks about it. Neither does she. There's some kind of consciousness block, because if you thought about it, really thought about it, for two seconds you'd realize she cannot exist. And the human mind can't deal with that. So, to protect itself, everyone's brain simply slides off it before ever noticing. They just assume that her existence makes sense, and don't question it, and don't notice what they don't question, that is staring them in the face.

But of course, to some extent they do notice. They can't think it, but they notice subconsciously that there's something they can't think. They notice there's something wrong with her, something uncanny. And they don't like it, and they alienate her even more because of it.

"Does it ever bother you Pond that your life existence doesn't make any sense?"

[theswirlersisterscircus]

Because of this post reminding me about the Bad Kidz Parent Polycule, I present to you the Bad Kidz Family Cluster.

[ID: A family tree of all the Bad Kidz and their parents using the updated official art. In the top right corner, Gorgug has a solid green line connecting him and Roz and Gorbag. A dotted green line connects him and Digby and Wilma. Roz, Gorbag, Digby, and Wilma are connected by a solid black line with a question mark below it.

Below that, The Applebees are connected to Kristen, Bucky, Bricker, and Cork by solid green lines. Kristen and Tracker are connected by a solid pink line with a red X crossed through it.

Tracker is connected to "Unknown Parents" by a solid green line. "Unknown Parents" is connected to Jawbone by a solid blue line, and Tracker and Jawbone are connected by a dotted green line with a question mark above it. Adaine is connected to Jawbone by a dotted green line, and Aelwyn is connected to Adaine by a solid blue line.

Jawbone and Sandra Lynn are connected by a pink line. Sandra Lynn and Gorthalax are connected by a pink line with a red X crossed through it, and Fig is connected to them by a solid green line. Gorthalax and Sklonda are connected by a pink line with a question mark below it. Sklonda and Pok are connected by a purple line that is bisected by the skull and crossbones emoji. Riz is connected to them by a solid green line.

Sandra Lynn and Gilear are connected by a purple line with a red X crossed through it. Gilear and Fig are connected by a dotted green line, and he and Hallariel are connected by a pink line. Hallariel and Bill are connected by a purple line that's bisected by a skull and crossbones emoji. Fabian is connected to them by a solid green line, and Fabian and Fig are connected by a dotted blue line. End ID]

Green means parents/children, Blue means siblings, Pink means dating, and Purple means marriage. Dotted lines mean non-biological. The black line means I have no idea what the Thistlesprings and Roz and Gorbag have going on.

I wasn't sure if Gorthalax and Sklonda are actually dating so I put a question mark, and I wasn't sure if Jawbone actually adopted Tracker or was just letting her live with him. Regardless, here's the full family tree. I hope it gets worse <3 thanks for your time.

[yrsonpurpose]

You are not who I raised. Oh, that is all I am, mother.

[mossy-fae]

Taylor's American nature offending Nick's delicate British sensibilities.