#let’s go doug

[hijinxinprogress]

Does the JL know that YJ has just casually been beefing with darkseid??

imagine there’s a all hands on deck battle against darkseid and everyone is there but darkseid points out the nearest yj member (it’s probably Bart) like ‘you!!! You managed to escape with your lives last time but this meeting will be our last’ and for a split second Clark’s so fucking confused bc we haven’t fought in years wtf are you talking about then he hears ‘oh shit, look it’s Doug’ and everyone turns to see Bart nudging Kon going ‘he’s talking to you…damn he must still be mad about the coal’ and kons shoving him back bc ‘you were the one fucking around with his coal, you fucking walnut’ while Cassie’s being scruffed by wonder woman bc they’re trying to avoid being around when the jl finds out and tims having a very intense silent conversation lecture about why tf there’s at least half a dozen yj mission reports that mention an assailant named ‘Doug’ 

then Constantine shows up with Greta and everyone (including darkseid) starts yelling and if you don’t know her Greta seems like the one with the ownership of the braincell in yj (she is not but I guess she looks like it from a distance if you squint) which goes one of two ways:

retired-civilian!greta is giggling and waving excitedly to each member of yj along with hal before she practically tackles each of them in a tight hug while the titans, jl, & jl: dark lose their collective shit bc Constantine brought a tiny civilian dressed in pastel floral prints from head to toe into an active battle with fucking darkseid, a civilian who doesn’t register as a threat in any capacity until she makes eye contact with darkseid and gives him the most disgusted look imaginable “Doug… you look…well.” and then like three jl members have to stop her from leaping at darkseid while Hal’s like ‘no! No no, bad Greta! We don’t fight supervillains with…what is that?? I really fucking hope that’s not a gun…Is-is that fucking silly string?! Greta no we don’t silly string supervillains! We’ve talked about this!’

or

never-retired!/recently-out-of-retirement!greta who does the same thing but when she notices darkseid she rocks his shit in eight seconds flat and starts muttering about ‘that fucking Doug, always ruining my goddamn day’ and Hal is the first one to recover from the shock/confusion but only to tell Greta she’s grounded which gets another irritated ‘fucking doug!’ while Wally and Barry are losing it at Mach 6 while Bart tries to explain himself also at Mach 6, Cassie manages to catch Wally’s exasperated ‘where the fuck did you get Doug from?!’ And responds with ‘Apokolips’ in a tone that means they’re questioning his intelligence which leads to more screaming bc ‘so you knew who he was?? Why didn’t you come to us??’ and they all back up Kon when he claims they told Lex bc that means they have at least 3 hours of freedom while Lex is getting yelled at by the jl (and honestly every cape over 24)

[scootersscooter]

So does anyone else think Dale's full name is Dimmsdale...or is that just me?

[grinchwrapsupreme]

thinking about Red Dwarf again and something I've never been able to articulate about it is the way in which its continuation impacts the story specifically because every time they make new content with it they confirm, by virtue of the show existing, that the crew still hasn't gotten home

Like when they finished in '99 there were 10 years in which the audience could reasonably hope that maybe they succeeded, but then Back to Earth airs and no, sorry, they're still out there. And then there were 3 years of hope followed by "No, sorry, they're still out there" and it just keeps going and every time they release a new series or a movie or a special it continues the story, yeah, but it also canonizes the fact that they are not home yet, because it's not like Voyager where the crew eventually sees Earth again and the audience can breathe a sigh of relief, no, the crew is trapped on the ship in deep space so long as Doug Naylor keeps coming back

And I just think that's a really interesting effect of the medium on the story because whenever there is no series the Red Dwarf crew is the Schrodinger's Cat of lost voyages, both alive and dead, both home and lost, and every few years they open the box again and confirm the cat is still dead and we KNOW that Lister dies on the Dwarf we KNOW, it's been canon for decades, but maybe this time it'll be different, maybe if we leave the box shut they'll get home

[milolovesbmc]

“You know where to find me… and I know where to look”

[longcatsscribbles]

[beanzabear]

some magma drawings i did last night LMAO

(also…androidish!glados design in the works…..)

my handwriting is horrid so : oh this? this is just something i whipped up. it says, “welcome home, cheater.” in case your brain damage and/or simple mind doesn’t allow you to read. i was going to make something nice. the sign i originally set up said, “welcome home, chell.” but, since you decided to CHEAT ON ME with a PERSONALITY CORE, I decided the original plan was no longer an option. …you monster.

[phoenix-art-official]

dont ask me why i made this, its all my hand felt like producing

[applestede]

So it’s come to my attention that Mary probably won’t be in S2 which, bummer.

But I hope she can at least have some passing good mention, or some indication that she and Stede are on speaking terms.

First of all, no matter what they think of each other, they still have kids, and I would hope that Stede would want to be at the very least aware of what was going on in their lives, even if he isn’t really their father figure anymore.

But I also think that Mary and Stede could be really good friends regardless, especially since that pressure of being in a marriage that neither of them wanted and neither of them enjoyed is gone. You can see a glimpse of that camaraderie toward the end of episode ten (the conversation about love, and the whole faking his death thing.)

She could easily send him letters using some sort of pseudonym or another form of don’t-reveal-my-ex-husband-isn’t-actually-dead deception. They could gossip together.

I just think they could have a really strong bond when there are no expectations put on them.

[anachilles]

“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.” for Blakely/Douglass. Please & thank you!

omg, fun! thanks so much for the excuse to write a lil ev and doug 🥰 -> prompt lists i'm currently accepting requests from: [ x ] [ x ] <-

"Single fillies. C'mon, boys, time to get the lead out."

Everett resisted the urge to wrinkle his nose in distaste at the lewd comment, choosing to let the buoyant atmosphere (sans whatever bizarre stand-off Bucky had just decided to pick with Harding) and passable-at-best whiskey warming his insides draw an incredulous, good-natured chuckle out of him instead.

He could feel Doug's eyes hot on the back of his head from where he'd floated towards the back of the pack, and glancing back in his periphery, he caught the moment Doug's gaze flitted away from him, and in the direction of Tatty Spaatz just to Everett's left.

They'd been circling each other for weeks now, Doug and the General's daughter, which in itself on its own was playing with fire, if you asked Everett. She hadn't been his first choice even out of just her friend group when they'd first met, and seemed to be very much aware of the fact every time he'd attempted to flirt with her since. She was a stiffed-lipped, straight-faced sort, deadpan too, and didn't generally entertain much of Doug's foolishness like a lot of the other Red Cross girls on-base. Suppose that's why he kept coming back around trying to crack the nut; he liked the push and pull.

Everett let Doug make a blatantly purposeful move in her direction, one the other boys all would've noticed, before quickly side-stepping into Tatty's space himself, offering his arm and a barely concealed smirk.

"Hey, Tatty. You know you can't resist..." he goaded, a knowing smile crossing her ruby red lips as she took the proffered arm, letting him lead her out towards the dance floor while Doug was still caught mid-stride, half a step behind.

Everett liked Tatty a lot, truth be told. Enough to have his own privately-held suspicions, bolstered by the uncumbersome kinship he felt when they sought each other out for a dance during these shindigs, the easy laughs and conversation that never even threatened to stray anywhere close to the belt. Enough to save her, at the very least, from another round of Doug's games, despite how she seemed to revel in finding new and creative ways to shoot him down.

After that, Everett spent the rest of the night much the same as he usually did at these things - drinking, chatting and chain-smoking mostly, interspersed with a couple of dances with some of the other girls he was friendly with. Not to mention having a front-row seat to Doug's shenanigans as he jumped from conversation to conversation like a bee pollinating flowers in the springtime, only rounding back to the centre table every so often to drop into the crew's conversation, slinging an arm loosely around the back of Everett's chair each time he did.

You'd think a guy might get jealous. Only, for better or worse, Everett knows his bombardier all too damn well by this point, every good pilot does; his switches, his tells, how he needs to be handled. He'd recall irrefutably how Doug's eyes had snapped to him first, and how Everett knew immediately where he'd end up that night.

Everett stuck around right up until the death of the party, the crowd thinning out as each quarter hour ticked by, the band having packed up their equipment, the bartender having called last orders long ago. The last guy in the group he'd been sitting with departed for bed, slurring his words and stumbling slightly on his feet as he went.

Suddenly, he felt slightly awkward sat at a big table by himself, and so moved to one of the many abandoned chairs far off to the side of the dancefloor and pulled his cigarette case from his inside jacket pocket. He settled one between his lips and started scouring his pockets for a lighter, but didn't manage to get too far before a figure appeared in front of him, playfully tapping at his legs with a foot where they lay loungefully outstretched.

"What's the difference between a hippo and a zippo?" Doug asked with a shameless smirk, producing his own lighter from his pocket, sparking it to life as if in demonstration, before chucking it in the other man's direction. He was aiming for the crease of Everett's lap, but Everett intercepted it quickly, catching it deftly instead.

"You've used that one already tonight," Everett quipped, taking a deep drag from the cigarette, before slipping the lighter into his own jacket pocket. Doug made no protest, just shrugged, still smirking. "You've got to get some new material if you want to keep up."

"It's a good joke, what can I say. Worth stealing if you get the chance." His voice sharpened into a point on that one word of the sentence, and Everett couldn't help but mirror the other man's smile. He raised a chin a little further, managing somehow to look down his nose at Doug from where he was sat, despite how he was stood over him.

"Is that what I did? That easily? I mean, it wasn't hard. Perhaps you've just got to up your game."

A faux-indifferent shrug. Another drag of the cigarette, coupled with a long, deliberately charged exhale. A beat of silent anticipation as Douglass sized him up and down, eyes narrowed in challenge as they held each other's gaze, but also edged with something else. Clearly loose from the liquor, Doug's crystalline eyes darkened a little, his bottom lip briefly rolling in behind his teeth as he bit down teasingly.

Doug's eyes did a quick scan of their surroundings. The club had fairly emptied out, the closest others to them at the far end of the bar area and well out of hearing range.

"It's, uh, it's getting a little crowded in here," Doug started, his voice pitched low and verging on sensual, a smile still twitching at his lips even as he was trying to pretend to be serious, and held out his arm in Everett's direction, like he was one of his dames. "...why don't you take my hand and we'll get out of here?"

Everett made a point of hesitating for a moment, letting out another long, slow exhale of smoke as he made Doug wait for it, resigning himself to acquiescing their little game. If the man was a dog, his tail would be damn well wagging he seemed so keyed up for it.

"Oh how flattered I am to be your back-up plan. More flattered about it than Tatty Spaatz is, at least," Everett joked as he rose from the chair, pointedly not taking Doug's hand, but sticking close to his side as they made for the exit side-by-side, both their minds fixed on the empty fort, their fort, ahead of them, waiting at the airfield.

Once they were in the clear, the night air hitting them both like a tonne of bricks after being cooped up inside there all that time, Doug chanced a cheeky swat at Everett's ass.

"Well, you're prettier than her. Prettier than all of them," he teased, though his voice melded into something sweeter, more affectionate than the words themselves would give away alone. "My number one back-up. Always."

[minilev]

[commsroom]

eiffel returning to earth and encountering people and places and things that he's known so closely for years - that some part of him might even instinctively feel he should recognize - but without the ability to consciously remember them vs. lovelace returning to earth and seeing all those familiar things and knowing them, and knowing how they've changed in her absence, but being unable to shake the part of her that keeps telling her she's seeing them for the first time. how both of these could be used as an exploration of trauma, and returning to a place (that hasn't changed at all; that's changed too much) that you no longer fit into; that rubs up against the changed shape of your life in raw and uncomfortable places.

[thealogie]

Good Omens HQ has been retweeting/reposting Rachel Talalay, who in turn had been posting about traveling for a gig a few weeks ago and has been posting Edinburgh pics now, and all I could think was that you called this (or I'm pretty certain you did, even though I can't find the posts)

I did call it but I think so did many others with their pulse on the finger of British entertainment!

[burningtrashnightmare]

Can I just yell into the void the appreciation I have for Saru. He big he toll he SAFE. Shepherded his crew safely through time and LOVES so fiercely. Terrified 70% of the time but still there for his crew and captain. Fucking love him. Big toll monster man going where no other Kelpien even dreamed of going before. I would trust that man with my life.

I love this character so deeply. He's been through so much and still chooses to believe in the good of others. Even when terrified he does his best.

[izzy-b-hands]

Just got an AP news alert and I'm

No. Not Doug. I'm losin' it; of all the fucking ppl bc to be perfectly honest. I sort of figured Trmp didn't know who tf Doug Burgum even was. Like, he got told 'hey this dude from ND is running for the Republican nom too, just fyi' and immediately none of that information went into his brain bc it wasn't abt him so why should he care (I assume that's how his brain works for everything quite frankly.)

Doug fuckin' Burgum for Dept of the Interior. This seals it; ND will never be in the news for anything good fkdjafldsjafdklaj*

*as someone who spent all but 3 and 1/2 years or so of my life in ND, I'm allowed to rag on it forever and ever and even moreso now. I want to write his office to ask if he's as surprised as everyone else abt this lmaooooooo. I will not bc he doesn't actually deserve that much of my attention, but still funny.

[silverstreams]

Chapter 42 of Redemption, a Portal prequel

Si, Lontana Da Scienza

GLaDOS said, "You need to stop destroying my equipment."

"And you need to shut up,” Doug said, without looking up.

"Hey!" said the cube. "That's not very nice."

"Neither is she," said Doug, jamming the flat wedge into the crease again.

Chapter on FF.net | Chapter on A03

Chapters: 42/43

Characters: Chell, GLaDOS, Doug Rattmann

Chapter Length: 6,895 words (183,175 words total!)

Overall Fic Description:

It is 1996. Cave Johnson is long dead. The GLaDOS project is long shelved. As CEO, Caroline has been slowly but surely dragging Aperture Laboratories out of bankruptcy. When twelve-year-old Chell and her mother move into town, Chell finds herself planted in Aperture as a part of a larger Black Mesa plot. When she gets an opportunity to smuggle out blueprints for the coveted portal gun, Chell and her unlikely new friend Doug Rattmann learn just how far Caroline is willing to go to protect Aperture’s last secret.

(Link to Beginning on FF.net! | Link to Beginning on A03!)

[sysig]

The time for regrets has long passed (Patreon)