#nevermind i think its gonna be ass here too

[cielsiesta]

day four: sleepover

[fadingdaggerr]

Hey, I have just read heaven’s gate ( Larissa weems x reader ) and absolutely loved it! Is there any chance for a part two? Thank you x

pearlescent (18+ minors, dni)

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader

summary: part two of heaven’s gate | 4.5k

includes: lesbians too in love for their own good, fluff

warnings: kissing/making out, sexual innuendo, afab reader (no breasts described for r), smut (fingering (L/r), oral (L), thigh riding (L)) can u tell i like eating pussy

note: first non-melissa post in over a year to bring me back from hiatus. thank u for ur patience. i feel like those wattpad writers that are like “just got out of a coma here’s a fic”

The smooth paving of the highway becomes bumpy and uneven as you pass the final gas station between here and your destination. Every pothole the car jumps over is like a shot of espresso through your aching joints. After the last stop, you promised yourself to drive straight through. Another stop would mean another chance to acknowledge the numbing of your ass after five hours in the car, and with one hour left, you’re not risking it. You really weren’t kidding when you said that teleportation would be much more useful.

Cell service is quickly obsolete as you continue through the woods, scanning the road for any squirrels that may decide that today was the day. Drumming against the steering wheel, you let your mind wander. Maybe coming without telling her is a bad idea, but it also has the potential not to be. She had begged you to drive to her just two days after she left, and you would have, if only your client hadn’t walked in the door. Dueling busy schedules made two months pass like molasses, longing to drop everything and hitchhike if you had to. Would the lack of alerting her put her off? Gods, you hope not.

A sudden shift of turbulent driving to a slight jostle of cobblestone removes you from the swirling doubt in your mind, peeking towards the sign you’re approaching. Green and rusting, white lettering reads: Welcome to Jericho! The Salem of Vermont. You find yourself glad someone took the time to graffiti over the last bit.

Ignoring the anxiety climbing your spine, you keep going, and going, and going, and going, until you finally break through the treeline. Out of nowhere sits the cutest town you think you’ve ever seen, with little brick shops with murals and a gazebo with the remains of New Year’s decor still hanging on. It makes sense why people would want to come here, why she would choose to stay.

In an attempt to not draw more attention than an outsider already gets, let alone an outcast one, you don’t linger on viewing the quaint town of Jericho. There’s better views awaiting you later, at the very castle-like building you can see on the high hill. Looming in a shadow, one that doesn’t extend over the rest of the town, sits Nevermore in all its glory. The corners of your lips turn up into a small smile, the view is nostalgic, bringing back the memories of your time at Byron’s.

The memory brings a reminder to the forefront of your mind, and with cell service restored, now is the best time. Carefully, and without taking your eyes off the road, you navigate to your favorite contacts.

“Hello, my angel!”

You chuckle, “it’s just me.”

“Fuck, nevermind then,” Parker grumbles, “so you’re not there yet?”

“I’m pulling up in a second, just wanted to let you know now before I can’t.”

A characteristic cackle comes from the other end, “gonna jump her bones immediately, I see, I see. Can’t say I blame you, she makes me question things about myself.”

“This is exactly why I called you before getting here,” you chuckle, pulling through the front gates, “but I gotta go now.”

“Yes, yes, go get slutted out, harlot. Just please call me sometime, so I can talk with the love of our lives,” Parker begs.

“I’m telling Max you said that,” you deadpan, hanging up just as you hear a rushed wait!

—☽—

For a town so small minded, from what you’ve been told, you’re more than surprised to find that you are able to walk into Nevermore unnoticed. Some students stand around, talking amongst themselves, but none seem to pay you any mind, likely thinking you’re just another teacher. Using the anonymity to your advantage, you slow your pace, listening in carefully. A gorgon walks by you, the only student at this time that seems to be carrying any school supplies.

You mentally scold yourself for stereotyping her studious behavior before you focus in on her mind. Your consciousness runs through hers, searching through test anxieties and hockey tryout concerns, until you find what you need. The literature wing, I could’ve guessed that. Coming back into your own mind, you’re already speeding up the stairs before your pupils return to their normal size.

Passing another student two stories up, you pray the siren knows which office you need, yet they don’t. Neither do the werewolves or the seer. Do you guys even go to classes? You’re about to give up on the full surprise, headache seeping in from all the mindreading of anxious teenagers. Just before you exit the hallway entirely, you actually look up from your feet, and you mentally smack yourself upside the head for not just reading the plaques on the doors.

With a renewed pep in your step, you keep just shy of running as you read every door. Finally, you reach a door that has a newer plaque compared to neighboring ones, serif font unscathed by age. Professor L. Weems, Department of Literature. Your heart skips a beat at the mere sight of her name. Noticing the door being cracked open, you push it open slightly more, hoping your search ends here.

Hunched over an antique desk, red-framed glasses perched on her nose with a pen spinning between her fingers, she doesn’t seem to notice the attention on her. It’s hard to pry yourself away from watching her, when holding her is seemingly moments away. Pushing the door the rest of the way open, you knock on the doorway with shaking knuckles.

A huff passes scarlet lips as Larissa peers up, a brief, disinterested gaze passing over her features. The pen in her hand stills, falling to the desk with a small clatter. Blue eyes widen as she stares unwaveringly at you. Fidgeting under her gaze, you smile nervously, “was- uh- was looking for professor Weems? Know her, by any chance?”

In no less than a blink, Larissa is rounding her desk at top speeds, crashing into your body as her arms wrap around your neck. Nearly falling into the hall, you just barely keep the two of you up, leaning into her to walk her backwards. One hand grips her waist as the other blindly reaches for the door to shut it, quickly coming back to bury into her hair. Your face tucks into her neck, brushing your nose against her skin, breathing her in.

“You’re here,” Larissa says quietly, disbelieving.

“I’m here,” you mumble against her warm skin, “couldn’t wait any longer.”

A sigh of relief passes plush lips, “and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“Surprise, it’s a noun,” you joke, pressing a soft kiss to the expanse of her neck, relishing in the way she shudders at the contact. There’s no reply except for her arms tightening around you, wordlessly telling you that this surprise is one she likes.

Pulling back from you suddenly, Larissa just stares at you, blue eyes taking in every feature, lingering on your lips before flicking back to your eyes. Your hand moves from her waist to cup her cheek, stroking soft skin that you’d been longing to touch. She takes the invitation, leaning forward to press delicate lips against your own, slow and savoring. Your tongue traces her lips, tasting earl grey and lipstick as she lets you in. No struggle or search for dominance, simply a familiar dance you’d both dearly missed. The hand in her hair stays in place, keeping her close as the other traces her cheekbone and jaw, memorizing the feeling of her skin. Every piece of you missed her, and all of those pieces felt healed the moment her lips touched yours.

Pulling away slowly, both of you keep your eyes closed, simply existing in this moment. It takes a while for either of you to move away, but you feel giddy seeing Larissa’s pink cheeks and smudged lipstick. Your thumb drifts to her lips, wiping away the mess you’ve made, ignoring that you are likely equally covered. Soft lips press into the pad of your thumb, gentle and sweet.

“I cannot believe you’re here,” she whispers into the small space between you, “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you,” you reply at the same volume.

It takes two hours for the halls of Nevermore to empty, students retreating to their rooms or to the quad, finally allowing a chance for the two of you to leave Larissa’s office. Silence seems to come over the school, however frightening it may be when dealing with teenagers, though neither of you mind as you simply exist in the spacious office. After weeks of phone calls that lasted most of the night, quiet amazingly comes easy.

Only a soft hum from the blonde breaks the silence, twisting her wrist to check her watch. Turning towards you slightly, she keeps a soft volume as she speaks, “how would you like a tour?”

“That sounds perfect, I only got to see the foyer and this hall,” you answer, nudging into her shoulder softly. “Was on a mission, I didn’t really get a chance to explore.”

“Sorry about that, but we’re not supposed to have visitors here,” she explains, “the campus has essentially been on lockdown since the nineties.”

You chuckle, reaching a hand out to draw her in. Her fingers slide across your palm before gripping, letting you tug her closer, “in that case, security might be too lax. I got in no problem.”

“You what?” Larissa stiffens, looking at you bewildered.

“I drove right through the gate, walked right in, no one even noticed me,” you chuckle, “just walked on up.”

Her lips purse as she tries to hide the laugh building in her chest, leaning in more, “you read a child’s mind to find me, didn’t you?”

It’s impossible to hide the wry grin on your face, “potentially.”

“Potentially,” she mimics, amused.

—☽—

Nevermore has officially put Byron’s Home to shame.

Every hallway is covered in paintings, Latin engravings littering every shelf, moon phases in different corners. It makes you wish you never set foot in that brick schoolhouse all those years ago. The conservatory alone almost made you weep; crawling vines and shining moonflowers, the feasting venus flytraps, and, your favorite, bleeding hearts. Larissa stands back and watches as your fingers ghost over petals, pressing lightly against the flytraps full belly, all with a deep fascination behind your eyes.

“I can’t believe you have this,” your voice echoes quietly in the room, “it- it’s incredible.”

Her silence throws you, immediately turning. The lost look in her eyes makes you falter, and where your typical instinct is to read, you instead step closer.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, reaching to run your fingers over her knuckles that stay clutching her shirt.

There have been many times where Larissa wished for different abilities, or no abilities at all. Right now, however, she wished for nothing more than your ability. She wished she could reach into your mind and see how you saw the world, how you see the flowers, how you see her. Seeing you now, how you watch her with more reverence than you grant what, in her mind, is a greater beauty, she knows she has a window into the limitless path your consciousness takes.

“Nothing at all. I just have one more place in mind,” she answers, hand lifting to stroke your cheek, lingering against your oddly cool skin. You nod wordlessly, letting your fingers intertwine with hers.

Hand held in Larissa’s, you let her lead you through the halls. She pauses to peak around every corner, terrified the two of you would be caught. Leading forward, more like tugging, she brings you towards a spiraling staircase. Letting her go first, she enters into a massive room, cool but comfortable, dark enough to rely on distanced golden lamps.

Floor to ceiling bookshelves line everywall, the familiar Latin etched into stone and wood alike. Ancient Greek, Cyrillic, and Tamil, first and second editions of texts you thought you’d only ever see inaccurate translations of. Sections of different outcast abilities, poetry from around the world, fables of the inception of different classes. Most have an unfortunate layer of dust over them, long ignored in interest of the clearly loved young adult section.

“You’re really trying to make me jealous,” you say breathily, “this place is incredible.”

“These are my favorite sections,” Larissa admits shyly, “I spend hours of my day here and never see another soul. It’s peaceful.”

“All by your lonesome?” There’s a slight mockery in your tone, “not alone now, are you though?”

Red lips curve into a smile as you step closer to her, fingers grazing up her side, slipping around her back to tug her closer. Hands rise to cup your face, eyes hooded as she takes you in. Pupils blown and lip between your teeth, she doesn’t want to deny herself the view nor the pleasure. Leaning into your space, her nose brushes yours, lips just barely ghosting.

You know she’s teasing, even with closed eyes, you can sense her smile. Tilting, you capture her lips, sighing at the contact. The moment your tongue brushes her bottom lip, a switch in Larissa flips, pushing you back into the shelving behind you. Sliding from your face, her hands grip your waist, clutching with an unnecessary urgency. Meeting her pace, your fingers weave into her updo, pulling hairs loose as you try to keep her closer than she physically can manage.

The muffled boom of a door on the other side of the shelf forces you to jump apart, wide eyes looking at each other like deer in headlights. Cheeks puff as you try not to laugh, Larissa immediately pulls you out of the library, forcing you into a jog as you run towards a different end of the building.

—☽—

Carefully, she guides you upstairs, praying that no other teachers or students are around to see her sneaking someone in. Both of you struggle to keep your giggling in, the juvenile nature of it all making you fluttery.

Coming up to a white door, you see another plaque reading Dormitory Parent. Unlocking the door with a strong wiggle, Larissa motions for you to walk in first, quickly shutting the door behind her and latching it. Leaning against it, she lets out a sigh.

Larissa doesn’t get a chance to move closer before your lips press against hers once more. This time, neither of you waste a second, no longer nerved up by the chance of someone walking in again. Timid brushing of lips is forgone as her tongue bullies its way into your mouth, stroking yours with a gentle dominance that has your knees weak.

Wanting hands grip at her waist as she pushes her backwards, leading you further into her quarters until you’re backed into a wall. Lips move from yours and trail down your chin to your neck, teeth passing over your pulse. A groan leaves your lips, hands scrambling to pull Larissa back to your lips, missing them greatly in the seconds they’ve been apart from yours. Feeling her smile against you makes your heart clench, needing more, anything she’s willing to give.

Pulling back from her lips only enough to speak, you ask, “bedroom?”

There’s no reply, only you being tugged from the wall and walked backwards further into the room. You’re so lost in her, her lips, her hands, her tongue, everything. The feeling of dropping onto the mattress is what brings you back in, eyes cracking open to see a lightly panting Larissa above you, lips parted and kiss-swollen. Lapis eyes flick over your face, expression similar to the one she wore when she first saw you, right on the cusp of relief and disbelief. She’s not unlike a goddess viewing her devotee.

Taking her moment of distraction as a tool for your benefit, you flip the two of you, happily taking in the new view of her beneath you. Hair of white gold splaying over the pillows, eyes wide, skin flushed, and entirely beautiful, Larissa Weems is a gift for your eyes only. The hand on her hip slides up, pushing the fabric of her dress with them as they climb. It’s a silent question, or more of a silent begging, hands impatient to feel her.

Larissa’s head rises off the pillow, lips pushing into yours, her hands going to yours to push them even higher, dress inching up more and more. As she wishes, you lift her dress, hands finding solace on plush thighs, laying your body between her legs. The familiarity of it makes you moan into her mouth, pure want running through your veins.

Hands close in on the lace covering her, lips moving to her neck for a chance to breathe, “can I take this off?”

“Yes,” she answers in a whiny tone, lifting herself off the mattress slightly.

You carefully, thought quickly, lower the zipper. Larissa strips the dress off her torso, letting your wanting hands take care of the rest. The world stops for a moment as you look down at her, skin luminescent against dark sheets, constellations of freckles dotted across her chest.

The blush crawling up her neck brings you back in, and you haphazardly shrug off your jacket and tear off your own shirt. Leaning back down, you forgo her lips to kiss down her neck, reveling in her skin beneath yours. Larissa moans softly as her hands wander down your back, around your torso, tugging at your belt, and you're quick to head her command. Greedy hands pull you back down on the bed, gripping at warm skin as your lips take purchase on her neck again.

Laying her back, you continue your path down, fingers taking her bra straps down with you. Eyes peek up to hers, silently asking permission. Larissa arches into you in response, and your lips wrap around a rosey nipple. Nails dig into your back as she moans beneath you, hips bucking against your. Satisfying her desire, you place a thigh between her legs as you continue to lavish her chest with affection.

An already soaked white thong becomes absolutely ruined as Larissa grinds steadily against your thigh, moaning huskily into open air. Continuing down, your thigh moves away as you near her heat. Fingers curling around the band of her panties, you pause, “may I?”

“Please, darling,” Larissa replies breathily, mouth hanging open as you toss the fabric across the room.

Mouthing at her thighs, you suck harder as you get closer, red marks painted across a white canvas. Reaching her slick pussy, your mouth nearly waters at the sight, descending on her immediately. Her hips rock just as quickly, trying to ride your face as your tongue swipes through her folds. Savory wetness covers your chin, nose just barely rubbing against her clit.

Tilting up, you allow your lips to wrap around her button, sucking gently. The gasps Larissa emits above you only egg you on further, hand moving from her thigh to her entrance. Your middle finger slowly pushes into her, pumping carefully before adding your index. Her walls grip your fingers snugly, trying to keep you there. Her hips never still, and you force them down with your free hand as you focus your attention on her.

Alternating between sucking and licking her clit, combined with your fingers increasing pace inside her, has Larissa’s voice growing horse, moans turning to pitchy whines. Long legs wrap around your body, holding you snugly against.

Heavy whimpers fall from her lips. “Please,” she begs, “more, baby, please.”

Denying her when she’s asking so nicely, so prettily? You could never. Your ring finger lines with the others, pressing into her quickly. The stretch makes Larissa cry out above you, heels digging deeper into your back as your tongue swirled around her sex. It takes little time for her breathing to grow hoarse, mouth hanging open as her eyes squeeze shut.

Her breath hitches and hips still, essence coating your fingers as you watch her chest rise and fall rapidly, eyes finally reopening. Slowing your fingers, you retract from her, but in no way are you done just yet. Letting go of her clit with a small pop, you drag your tongue down to languidly traverse her folds, taking in her full taste.

Probing inside her, you relish in the breathy whine that comes from her throat. Pulling back, you flatten your tongue, swiping across her cunt. Trailing up, passing her navel, the dip in her ribs, you take a quick pass over her nipple, swirling softly. Grabby hands pull at you, tugging you back to her lips. Moaning at her own taste, Larissa’s body arches into you, heat brushing over your thigh once again.

Hand trailing up from her thigh, you pull back from her lips, offering your fingers in place of your tongue. Fading red lips wrap around your digits, her own tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. You can feel your eyes glazing over as you watch her greedily taste herself, gently and unknowingly grinding on your thigh.

Letting go, Larissa takes your stupor to flip you over. Staring down with cool blue eyes with a mysterious fire. Wandering lower and lower, they trace over your own underwear, slick from pleasing her. The whimper you let out only eggs her on, rubbing you over the fabric.

“Riss…” you manage out, already breathless from her touch, “baby…”

A low hum leaves her throat, hand sliding under to make contact with you. Long fingers slide through wetness as lips attach themselves to your neck. Two fingers slide into you, slowly, her thumb makes tight, firm circles over your clit, making you keen into her. The pressure building in your core, that had been steadily growing since the library, feels so overwhelming with her all over you now.

Feeling you trying to ride her slow hand, she speeds up, taking over for you as your moans quickly become airy. Under her lips, she feels your heart beating wildly. For her. All for her.

Her scent, her taste, her hands, her tongue, all of her was all over you. Her teeth scrape against your skin as her fingers curl, making you groan. The hand not in her hair splays across her back, desperate to keep her close. Feeling the want dripping from you, her fingers speed up, almost bullying gummy walls that cling to her.

Tugging her by her hair, you bring her to your lips. Open mouth and messy, you’re barely kissing, just moaning into her mouth as she presses harder to your button, bucking into her hand. You can’t find it in yourself to feel embarrassed about how quickly she got you here, how quickly you’ve become putty beneath her.

Deciding she needs to taste her hard work sooner rather than later, her fingers just barely spread inside you, stretching you. The motion makes you erupt in a silent scream, clinging more to her as you feel the coil in your stomach begin to snap.

“C’mon darling,” she husks against your throat, “give it to me. I know you want to.”

Her words are your undoing, the sheer need in her voice and the feeling of her inside you was enough to snap the band. The whines from you turn into breathy pants, hands on Larissa still holding her close as her fingers slow. As she tries to remove them, you close your legs around her wrist, locking her in place. Her lips drag up your neck, capturing your own, sighing into your mouth as your fingers scratch gently at her scalp.

Lazy kisses last until the post-orgasm warmth leaves your body, shivering slightly at the cool air that you can finally feel tickling your skin. Legs unclamp her hand, allowing her to draw back. You nearly cum on the spot watching her suck your release off, moaning softly against her own fingers.

“Keep doing that and you’re not leaving this bed for a week,” you mumble beneath her.

She chuckles, rolling off to lay on the bed beside you, “I can’t say I’d be opposed.”

Just facing her, watching her chest rise and fall, rosy cheeks slowly returning to their normal color, you’re in awe. Freshly fucked and still perfect, Larissa Weems is a miracle. Laying on your side, you trace your fingers up and down her side, following the path of silver stretch marks and faint freckles. You push yourself forward, pressing yourself into her warm body, adoring how her arms immediately wrap around you.

“I missed you,” she whispers, as if she’s not sure you’d share her sentiment.

You press a kiss to her collarbone, “I missed you more.”

There’s a few minutes of silence before you feel Larissa chuckle beneath you. You hum in question. She squeezes you briefly, “would you like dinner?”

Another pause. You both giggle as you try to walk out of the room with a small waver in your steps.

—☽—

When your eyes open, you think it’s the sun cracking through the curtain that pulls you from the depths of slumber. A piercing ring breaks through the tiredness, bringing your attention to your phone. Your groan is met in tandem by Larissa’s, who shoves her head into her pillow further, arm tightening around your waist. Stretching in her grasp, you mentally prepare for what you know is coming. The little shit has a radar.

“No,” you say the moment you bring the phone to your ear.

“Oh sweet angel, I miss how nice you are,” Parker sing-songs, “did I wake you from your slutty slumber?”

“Yes, both of us. Dick,” you grumble, “you have zero consideration.”

“Give my real friend the phone, I’m done with you,” he says, though you know he’ll never leave you alone. Even when you eventually die.

“Baby, it’s for you,” you say as you pull the phone away from your ear. Larissa peeks one eye at you, clearly irritated. Parker, you mouth. You wish it wasn’t so endearing how quickly she perked up. Sitting up, she nods, motioning for you to put her on speaker.

“Hello, Parker,” she utters through a yawn.

“My love! How are you? Achy? Tired? In need of a better lover?”

“I’m great,” Larissa chuckles, “and yes, yes, and no, most definitely not.” Her eyes stay on you as she answers, peeking down at your lovingly annoyed expression.

The rest of the call is simply Parker talking at Larissa, rather than to her, while you shake your head at his antics. Curling back into her side, you let them talk as you watch her face. She seems at ease, a stark contrast from the stressed Larissa you’d seen when you first looked in her office. She’s less imposing, loose hair and smudged makeup, a smile playing on her lips as she listens to Parker’s plans for a surprise two month anniversary gift for Max.

In the walls of her bedroom. In bed with you. Breathing the same air. Perfection lies beside you.

note: if i could rewrite the entirety of part one i would. but i guess that shows growth in writing or whatever

feedback appreciated as always

[anxi-aashi]

ok i dont have the energy to put this into a fic rn but i CANT stop thinking about college au! childe almost walking in on you while you're getting yourself off.

like he'd still knock of course, but it would scare the absolute shit out of you. instead of hanging out with your roommates that he's friends with (who are most certainly NOT gathered in your room) he'd be all "hey pookie can i come bother you I'm bored," while you're fully sat on a dildo.

and bc you wouldnt want to seem suspicious, you'd say sure, just a sec! and immediately run to throw the sopping wet toy into your bathroom sink before letting him in.

and he's just too observant for his own good. "hey you ok? you seem out of breath" yeah because you were.... working out! "really? you're not sweating though?" CHILDE DROP IT OMFG but he wouldn't. he just asks so many goddamn questions and you honestly can't tell if he's just fuckign with you or if he's just genuinely concerned for you. what were you doing? pilates? so thats why you're walking a bit weird? how tf were you not sweating after pilates? oh you just started? well sorry to interrupt!

yeah.... you're sorry too -_-

but hes here now so you offer to watch a movie and hang out, nevermind the cum threatening to run down your leg. "sure! you pick smth out and ill go to the bathroom real quick!" he says and curse your post-orgasm clouded mind for not being quick enough to warn him bc now he's standing in front of you, dildo in his hand, looking at you knowingly.

youre mortified obviously. the two of you are cordial but not THAT close and god you can almost picture the slick and cum that's smearing all over his hand now. why is he holding it for fucks sake???

childe wouldnt be merciful either -- this is a fucking gold mine for him. "well, i guess this is a workout" and you would like the earth to swallow you up so that you don't have to look at him with that shit-eating grin that's creeping up his face.

hed switch the dildo to his other hand and start opening and closing his fingers together, making webs of cum string in between. "you said you just started?" no, you'd have to refute, that part was a lie.

"and you were getting off with this?" and now WHAT was that supposed to mean bc there was truly nothing wrong with the dildo size!!! it was perfectly fine, it did its job. sure it could be a tad bit longer, but you had bills to pay. he lets it go (with a judgemental eyebrow raise), but when he opens his mouth again to ask "what were you doing?" you almost wish he had kept making fun of your tiny ass toy. "were you using your hands or the suction cup?"

god he'd have a dangerous look on his face by now, lidded eyes looking at you like you were gonna be his next meal; pitching his voice just a tad bit lower just to see you squirm.

"you don't have to answer, but i would really, really like to know." aaaaaand there it goes. there's goes the last bit of your sanity bc huhh?? huuuuhh??? dear lord i would fully melt into a puddle we love a man that can make consent sexy.

fuck it, right? yeah, you were using the suction cup. "yeah? you like riding dick?" SHFBAN;DNSJF;F GODDDD

"you got any other toys?" yes sirrr yes I do, got a vibrator right over there in the nightstand. and duh now he's gotta follow up with "ever use both?"

which you have. who hasn't? but you usually only use it for quickies, you say. don't want it to be over too fast, ya know?

but then. thennnnnn he'd hit you with this: "you still horny?"

lorddddd you have NO idea, but you don't say that lest it get to his head (but lets be honest, he knows what he's doing; he knows how desperate he's making you). so he walks up to you, finally, and hands you your dildo, all sticky and starting to dry by now.

"well don't stop on my account."

and he plops down on your bed, manspreading just the tiiiiiniest bit to where you can see the tent in his pants.

which is how you find yourself back in your desk chair, thighs burning from fucking yourself on a dildo you now know is much smaller than whatever childe is packing while he just watches, palming his cock over his pants.

anyways gonna go work on my wips now lolololololololoolo

[zhvakinnn]

Hi can't find your rules or anything and I'm sorry if this is out of your comfort zone but may I request the sbg crew and cuddle headcanons where reader is the big spoon. If possible can the reader be male?

Hii, yes sorry i haven't done my rules yet I'm kinda getting lazy but i will make one 🫡

Male reader!

Warning/s: homophobic's

Characters: Logan, Ben, Aiden

Part 2 characters : tyler, Taylor, Ashlyn

✨as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me✨

Logan fields

∆ He always wanted to be hold tight because he finds you're hug comfort

∆ whenever he got beaten up all he wanted was your hug, he always stopped you attacking Barron

∆ " he literally fucking beat the shit out of you for not doing his homework?! How can't i beat his ass too!"

"please, i just want a hug.."

∆ you'll see him startled when you raising you're voice, you suddenly stop and wanted to melt

∆ you'll just stop being mad then hug him telling him I'm sorry

∆ so whenever he wanted to hug he wants to be the little spoon because like i said he finds comfort in your hug's

Bonus fanfiction:

You we're all looking for Logan he said his going to the bathroom so you went there but as you went there you saw him and Barron hearing their conversation

"you think that little boyfriend of yours is gonna save you faggot?"

That last sentence hit you, you noticed Logan looked at you widen eyes you can see him having a black eye

"who you calling little and faggot?.."

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You and Barron ended up in the guidance room

Once you got out you glare daggers to barron as he walk out with his new bruises you scoff as you went to find your gang

Once you got there they looked at you in a worried faces they all ask you if you're ok, i only nodded and looked at logan who was more worried once we all got home Logan wants me to go in his house

His grandparents asked me how i got these bruises then i explained to her grandma what happened while Logan got a ice

"thank you for protecting my grandson, now i know who will protect him after i die"

"grandma please don't say that..."

Logan finally got the ice and you two went upstairs once you got there he hugged you and he buried his face in your neck

"thank you.."

You smiled and cuddle for a while

" i love you too"

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Ben Clark

∆ another one of those who were bullied which means he likes being hold aswell well sometimes if you're not in a good mood he will hug you but most of the time you're hugging him

∆ he likes being a small spoon because of his anger issues too, whenever his mad just take him somewhere private and hold him like a damn baby because he is

∆ like dhar mann would say 'dont judge a book by its cover' he may look tough and imitating but inside his such a softie

∆ when you two are cuddling he likes to play music in the background

∆ "hey what happened to him?"

"(name) finally you're here ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ"

Aiden was covering Ben's face and saw his fist rolled

∆ you have to drag him in the bathroom to hug him and tell him to calm down

Bonus scenario:

You were all in the classroom then the bell rang meaning its lunch time

You stretch a bit then when to ben who was sleeping

"love c'mon were to the cafeteria"

You nudge him a bit then he woke up when he lifted his head he smiled at you making your whole body melt

"ok c'mon now you lover birds"

That make him chuckle and so was i when he got up i hold his hand tight, we were all chatting in the hallway while walking to the canteen

You were both holding hands then a bitch went between you too

"exuse me"

She pushed you and Ben apart making Ben angry

"hey hey its ok nevermind her" He sigh and nodded

Then the same girl came annoying you again and again and again

"you're a disgusting homo"

It kept that on Ben's mind

Once you tag along with aiden chatting with him on the way

I pulled ben upstairs

"its ok nevermind her I'm here and i love you" you smiled as you hug him

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Aiden Clark

∆ sometimes you hate him being a small spoon because he wont stay still while sleeping!

∆ you, him and Ben went to a sleepover and he wanted you to hug him behind his back but as you hug him he will turn towards the wall, then the ceiling, then at you and annoying you're face

∆ "i might be annoying but i know you love it (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆" you wanna deny it but you cant because you love him

∆ like Ben he wanted to listen to music but his more into you humming him a lullaby

∆ he's so clingy

Bonus scenario:

He was so hyper everyday but today its ten times worst

Everyone looked at you and like 'how the hell did you get together with this maniac' or ' how do you have so many patients'

After all this you just wanna lay down and sleep

When he was yapping something who knows what that is he suddenly stop when he saw you getting annoyed

For the rest of you're class you wonder what happened to aiden he suddenly became silent

He might be annoying but you miss him yapping

"what the hell happened to him?"-tyler

" yeah he suddenly became-" -taylor

"silent..." -ashlyn

You shrug and looked at aiden once you got him home you greeted his parents and went to his room

" ok what..why...um why did you suddenly became... Silent?"

You said but panic when he looked down the ground, when you're about to speak he said

" am i annoying?"

Oh no no no

" why would you say that" you melt at his words why did he suddenly said that

" because whenever i talk to you you just frowned, i know that fine with everyone for me but whenever i talk you're face suddenly change to annoyed"

You didn't answer and just hugged his head

"I'm sorry I'm sorry i didn't mean to be like that but I'm just stressed but i shouldn't do that I'm sorry i love you"

He hugged you back as you both lay down you hum him a lullaby and both of you fell asleep

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Finally donee🤸🏻!

Masterlist | about me | rules

[shadows-lover]

Here's a small Sonadow oneshot called "Late night calls" <33

Another rainy night in green hills..

And Sonic still couldn't sleep. The time was currently 1:54 a.m. and everyone in the house was asleep, well.. except for him. Sonic looked over to his right where Tails- his little brother's bed was and frowned when he saw that he was comfortably sleeping.

Both Knuckles and Tails were out.

Great.

Sonic groaned and slammed his pillow over his face repeatedly and groaned into it turning on his stomach and reached for his phone pulling the charger out of it before getting back comfortable in his bed, there was probably only one person- er- Hedgehog who could put him to sleep and that was his boyfriend Shadow.

Of course Sonic hadn't really told anyone that he was dating Shadow or even had a boyfriend but it wasn't a surprise that Sonic had a thing for boys I mean he was pan after all. Well only Knuckles knew about Shadows existence but he swore not to tell anyone. And Tails? Well Tails was too young to even know about that stuff.

Either way Sonic was thankful that Knuckles wouldn't expose him. But he still kept an eye out...

Anyways, Sonic's thumb hovered over Shadows number before he pressed the call button and waited.

"Hello..?"

A voice said a second later and Sonic's face lit up instantly. "Just the Hedgehog I was thinking about~" He said smuggly and giggled when he heard Shadow let out an annoyed sigh. "Sonic it's almost two a.m. why are you calling?"

Shadow asked not even trying to hide his current feeling of annoyance. "Wellllll I was calling because I couldn't sleep I figured talking to you would put me to sleep" Sonic answered getting straight to the point and the call fell silent for a while. "Of course you called me."

He muttered.

"But this is not my problem nor do I care"

"Yeah I know you never care about me"

"Have you forgotten that were still rivals and I still do hate your entire existence?"

Sonic giggled.

"Your the one who confessed your feelings to me remember?"

Yes. Got him.

Shadow sighed for the second time that night. "Do not remind me.. Just because we're dating does not mean I'm going to be all over you.." He said and Sonic rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah you could at least care about me" The Hedgehog frowned.

"I never said I didn't.."

"But you said- ugh nevermind. Your so confusing sometimes" Sonic hummed before it was silence again. "So now what?"

Shadows voice startled Sonic who jolted feeling a little sleepy. "I don't know..I was hoping you'd have something to talk about.." He said.

"Your getting sleepy aren't you?" Shadow asked as Sonic scoffed. "No. That's stupid." He added rolling his eyes and Shadow chuckled softly. "Sure you aren't.."

Sonic rolled his eyes once again before checking the time. "it's only 2:12..." He whined. "I'm guessing we're gonna fall asleep on a call again?" Shadow questioned as Sonic shrugged. "That's if you don't hang up on me out of spite"

"Are you giving me reasons too hang up?"

"You said it not me"

Shadow scoffed. "You can be a real pain in the ass Sonic." He retorted as Sonic snorted. "It's my job too." He said before yawning and snuggling deeper in his covers.

"Just go to sleep I'll be here in the morning."

"I don't know if I can trust that."

"I'm pretty sure Maddie is going to be questioning why your still sleepy or didn't get any sleep in the morning an-"

"Ughhhhhhh alright I'll sleeeppppp" Sonic whined and a small smile twisted in the corner of Shadow's mouth. "Good. Now go to sleep"

"Hmph."

There was silence before Shadow let out an irritating groan. "okay okay I'll go to sleep." Sonic said quickly and with yet another eye roll.

He grabbed his throw pillow and cuddled it slightly wishing that it were Shadow and yawned once again before his eyes closed on its own. His theory was correct Shadow was in fact the ONLY Hedgehog who could get him to sleep.

And within second Sonic had actually fell asleep. The only noses were the rain and his soft snoring. On the other end Shadow smiled weakly slightly happy that his annoying ass boyfriend was asleep but like he promised he didn't leave.

"Goodnight Sonic.."

And with that both Sonic and Shadow fell asleep..

(silliness with Sonadow (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠))

[starsoftheeye]

TMAGP Live Reaction - Ep 13

This probably won't be a regular thing since I usually listen to the new episodes on my way home from school, but I wanted to do it today and no-one can stop me

Pre-Episode

Aw this dedication is so nice, reminds me of how I used to sign off on social media when I was younger

Pre-Statement

omg samcelia date samcelia date

they're so cute omg

"she also said that you dont know how cute you are" alice dyer youre not fooling anyone

i wanna hear what this interaction sounded like between alice and celia

"nobody, i'm mysterious" this isnt gonna come back to haunt us im sure

omg samcelia dating reveal already

JACKS HER SON OMG

"wild couple of years after i moved here" does this mean that celias way of coping with being dropped in a different universe was to just fuck... iconic

either that or jack got brought along with her and shes just covering it up. or jack has some mysterious origins that we dont know about

omg a horror protagonists with loving, alive parents wow

i was not expecting sam to be this relatable oh no

sam :(

oh no an "incident"

alice :(

i love celia just being "i know we're on a date and thats great and all but what do you think about the Horrors"

ofc you know theyre real you lived through the apocalypse

ah hello lena and gwen

ah gwen is learning about the consequences of delivering a random address to a living mr blobby knockoff

ooh are we gonna get some exposition

yes we are

these are our Fears i presume

you work in the government responsible for discarding peoples experiences and traumas gwen you werent exactly one of the good guys to begin with

guys i dont think shes gonna sort it

Statement

hold music?? hello?? do we recognise this voice?? needles??

i cannot understand what the name of this company is but i do not like them

the autoresponder sounds so cunty who are they i must know

oooh a scottish guy we love a scottish guy

"i pay your wages" sounding ass. telling the autoresponder that youre the highest investor in a gambling app isnt the flex you think it is dude

i think if a website that directly involves the handling of your money does "weird background checks" and has a "janky interface", staying is less of a feat of loyalty and more a feat of stupidity

oh this guy does nfts for sure

are you allowed to blame the warning you didnt listen to for the consequences?

oh his friends suck too

damn all jokes aside i feel bad for this dude

ohhh so is this like the dice where things can only get so good before they go terribly? or is it like a "when your life gets bad your money goes up" thing

ah its the second option

tbf if its not against the law its not against the law

this guy is the definition of "20 pounds is 20 pounds"

suddenly i dont feel as sorry for this guy

i have a sneaking suspicion that this guy did not get his money

oh nevermind

OOOOOOH NEVERMIND THAT NEVERMIND

huh

HUH

DID THEY SEND A CREATURE TO GET HIM WHAT

Post-Statement

Alice!!

Ooooh he got pished

Alice really out here dissing every kind of date I've ever been on

oh no :(

sam no :(

sam apologise please

shes right tho youre in the wrong place if you don't want weird

alice :(

this is why a polycule would fix everything

alice i love you

sam i love you but you deserved that

[obligitory-fma-blog]

I watched the second fma Netflix adaptation. Here’s the best of my notes:

They had the whole fma original soundtrack to use for this movie and tHEY DIDNT??

Purification arts of Xing?? Just call it Alcehestry like they do in the show?? (No I didn’t spell it right I was noting stuff as I went and didn’t look it up)

Okay the weird pause before Lan Fan pulled out the smoke bomb…

ITS AN ACTUAL BOMB?????

Lots of weird pauses and slow-mo’s to mimic anime fights but it reads weird as live action and I don’t like it

HUGHES THANK FUCK PLEASE MAKE THIS LESS WEIRD

Wtf never mind hi envy with your shit ass wig (I forgot they killed off Hughes in the first one 😭😭)

LAN FAN BODIED HIM LMAO

Ed really be like “you do you ig”

“Yeah people exploding today!” Is my favorite line so far. (English Captions with Japanese audio; this was the train hijacker guy from fma 03)

Ed’s expression when Mustang shows up is the most in character thing I will say that (after train stuff)

I will say they did better on characterization this time around I feel like they’re close to the actual characters

But it’s hard to get close to them since they aren’t, well, animated characters. Trying not to judge too harshly.

Not terrible so far actually

Okay nevermind about the cgi WHAT IS WITH XIAOMEI

“I mean, we’re just some decent human beings.” -Ed who wanted to leave Mei behind

GO OFF MEI YEAHHHH TELL HIM THE BITCH

Okay we’re gonna have a really awkward explosion-over-short moment that just will not work because it isn’t animated

GIRLIE ARE YOU HAVING A SEIZURE

Mei being a bitch back is warranted

They be running

“You’ll never catch me, tiny rice man!” -Mei (rice man?)

The dialogue being altered where Ed says he doesn’t have a god to pray to before scar kills him bothers me

I like Alphonse’s movements on the ground when he’s incapacitated, I think the cgi works well there

Hi Mustang good on you for saving your pseudo sons

Riza with the side eye lmao

The slowmo’s again like hello

ARMSTRONG HIIIII You look really fuckin weird tho But HIIIIII

Okay the flexing I can do without thanks it looks weird

Yes Breda why is he shirtless

The red eyes don’t look good either. (For scar)

N ow see why wouldn’t you put in a leitmotif for the brothers theme in this scene with Ed and Al and instead just put in sad piano that sounds vaguely similar to it

WHERES THE LINE ABOUT THEM BEING BROKEN BUT ALIVE WHY WOULD YOU CHANGE THAT

Riza being the best and putting her coat over Ed >>>>

Mustang go comfort your son’s PLEASE

Okay just ignore that I’m on the found family train

Girlie that looked like a bad PowerPoint presentation WHY WOULD YOU DO IT LIKE THAT?? (The part where the officer shot the ishvallen child)

Gluttony… hi… again…. Can’t wait for your cgi…. (It didn’t look as bad tbh)

Sorry but with the military uniform off and just the white collared shirt he looks LIKE A DAD LIKE CMON (Mustang)

“You’ve grown… at least I think.” -Hoenhiem, observational genius

“I think I like this scene better than canon a bit actually? Cause Ed gets to express his emotions more than just calling him a bastard

Okay Hoenhiem just ignore him??

Uh oh they have to walk back together

“Our hair matches :D” -Hoenhiem

Ed immediately takes his out of the ponytail

Im not gonna lie I chuckled at that

Also I love seeing Ed with his hair down we don’t get enough of that

“stop following me” -Ed

“we’re going to the same place? 😥” -Hoenhiem

Okay we’re talking about Xerxes instead of Ed and Al’s mom or…?

And the bitch is gone

YOURE GOING TO XERXES WITH AUTOMAIL YOU DUMBASS YOURE GONNA OVERHEAT

Ooooo love the look of Xerxes ruins

Awwww Winry’s parents :D we get more of them

They’re gonna die tho and I hate that :(

This is gonna be so hard wrenching actually-

GIRL IM GONNA CRY

5 minutes into Central and you’re already causing trouble, good job Ed

Al I feel like has the weakest characterization so far in this adaptation he’s just reacting to stuff rather than doing stuff as far as I’ve seen

Scar when Winry is having a breakdown🧍

Ruhroh Winry’s got a gun

Okay the slowmo makes more sense here

Ed saves the day :D

Also we finally see scars brother after getting no context on him

Good acting on Lan Fan’s part

Also why is this calling her Ran Fan? Is that a dub thing (they called Ling “Lin” but this was all in the captions so I’m confused)

“King Bradley is a Homonculus” very serious Ling “hUh.” -Ed

Any Mustang and Hughes content is good Mustang and Hughes content I don’t make the rules

Also it’s good they didn’t change the layout of Riza’s explanation montage for Ishval because it works really well in canon and translated pretty well to live action

Riza and Roy’s speeches near the end >>>

Oh great the bros are gonna try and catch scar alone this can only end well

Well they definitely didn’t catch him

WINRY HOW TF ARE YOU HERE??

MUSTANG WHY TF ARE YOU HERE???

Oh hi Riza :D

Mustang’s like “let ur gf speak to him if she wants like damn”

Ed’s like “bb girl if he says anything shitty I’ll fight for you”

WINRY GIRLBOSS LUV HER

“Hell no I don’t forgive you for shit, but I’m gonna patch you up anyway.” -Winry

Okay cool message, someone must endure pain if it means they can prevent further suffering and cycles of violence

Uh oh Gluttony escaped

He be runnin

YEAH ED AND AL SAVE UR DAD

YEAH SCAR SAVE WINRY

YEAHHHHHH

“Wait I won’t leave you behind” MUSTANG BEING A DAD AHEGWIWNWN

“Colonel your fight is elsewhere” SCREAMING

Oh hi envy

ED SAVINF LING

and they got eaten lmao

Yay we’re all trapped in Gluttony’s stomach :D

Envy is so cynical what a bitch lol

“Tf is a portal of truth 🧍” -Ling

Oh great we’re gonna get cgi envy this will go well right?

EW

Could be worse but

EW

Conclusion: it was okay. There were parts I genuinely liked. There are things that also bug me to no end. The soundtrack from the original series would’ve fit way better and a lot of times it sounded like an off brand marvel track. Acting and cgi was a lot better (at times.) An improvement on the first one, and a semi-worthwhile watch if you have nothing else to do and you like fma. Cannot and will never be a substitute for the original obviously. Seems like less of a cash grab and more of a genuine effort this time which I appreciate. Overall? 6.5/10

(Lemme know if y’all want my full notes version because it has way more of me screaming and being goofy)

[quarktrinity]

quark watches star trek season 2 episode 15

i wanna burn kirks green shirt. i hate it. show me the tummy NOW!!

"i was making a little joke, sir" "extremely little, ensign" spock ily

hate to see kirk leave but love to watch him go

was so focused on the banter i forgot that this show has a plot

kirk is so passive aggressive sometimes. i want him carnally

kirks ass = amazing

weird ringing in the background, hard to focus on the dialogue its so distracting

"storagecompartmentsstoragecompartments?" "whatwhat?" kirk ily

spock is a know-it-all

Plot Grain

kirk is so sassy in this episode

uhura almost walks directly into kirks tummy. i wouldnt have stopped if i were her

weird space salesmen is giving rogueport vibes

lil fuzzball...

tribble...........

these are evil arent they

i thought currency didnt exist in star trek? theyre clearly exchanging currency here

uhura ily

This Grain Is Very Important

kirks fussy. baby needs a nap

the klingons are up to somethin

did the klingons send the tribble

"let me ASSURE you that my INTENTIONS ARE PEACEFUL." ok buddy

"kling-ins"

"my dear ~captain koloth~" kirk stop flirting with everyone who wants to kill you

hm i wonder which political event the writers were thinking about. perhaps. the cold war? no way

there are more tribbles now

spock is not immune to tribble calming powers

i want more side shots of kirk im obsessed with his tum tum

"pipeitdownheremisterchekov"

tribble mitosis

william shatners been getting pretty mumbly lately

return of space rogueport salesman

ok it appears the klingons dont know or care about the tribbles

nevermind they actively dislike them

the tribble economy is in shambles

"earthers"

klingon is passive aggressively praising/criticizing kirk in the most homoerotic way

klingon sounds drunk

"klingonese"

scotty can handle klingon dude dissing kirk but dissing the enterprise is too far. kirk was right, the enterprise really is a beautiful lady and we love her

Were Fighting Now

weirdly long fight scene

"i wanna know who started it" vice principle isnt a good look on you kirk

thought kirk was gonna smack scottys ass for a sec there. woulda been in character

scotty recalls the kirk criticisms verbatim

kirks fussy again

this is too many tribbles

mccoy likes tribbles more than spock

spock likes tribbles more than mccoy

make out already

kirk sits his ass on a tribble

Far Too Many Tribbles

"theyre born pregnant" what

tribbles are canonically bisexual

kirk is too cranky for tribbles

tribbles are an invasive species

This Too Is About The Cold War

yeah this is just way too many tribbles. its just too much

the tribbles are Problematic

kirk gets a tidal wave of tribbles dumped on him. i love this show

someone help kirk hes drowning in tribbles

dont yell at kirk hes drowning in tribbles

kirk is drowning in dead tribbles

i envy the prop person who got to drop tribbles on william shatners head

everyones pissed at kirk today

tribbles are klingonphobic

oh no! a sovie- i mean klingon spy!

"its been impregnated with a vahrus"

i think kirk just forced this dude into slave labor

does teleporting tribbles into a klingon ship count as biological warfare

[pebiejeebies]

PART 7 OF MY CABLOON ANALYSIS! GO TO MY #CABLOON-ANALYSIS TAG TO FIND THE FIRST POST! (Or go all the way down for the link :D)

He eliminates, FUCKING CANDLE!! OVER CABBY!! HE LITERALLY SAVED HER! HE MAY HAVE HID IT BY MAKING REVENGE ON NICKEL’S BETRAYAL, BUT IT WAS OBVIOUS!! ITS ALL OBVIOUS! AND I, SEE IT ALL! HE CARES ABOUT HER GUYS, HE LITERALLY VOTED SOMEONE NOT ONLY TO BETRAY NICKEL AND HIS (sorta) ALLIANCE, BUT HE DID IT FOR CABBY! THINK ABOUT IT! REALLY! IT ALL LINES UP! (I’m either right, or this accidentally made sense unintentionally, who knows?)

WOOH, still E13, 5 episodes to go… yaaayyy…

My bbgs, look at the cuties <33 (They’re looking at the cereal boxes in the sky from.. you know who!!)

Randomly interacts with cabby first!! This is feeding me well yall I’m screaming rn, the fact that it’s literally the first 3 minutes and already cabloon rays are shining thru

LOOK T MY HAPPY BABIES!! THEYRE SO HAPPY WOHAAHHAA!! <333 IM CRYING RN ONE SCECDVABBAB LOOK AT THEMM <3333

SAME FACE!! SAME FACE!! WOOP WOOP!! (Not counting silver cause.. he’s showing only one eye lmao)

AND OMG LOOK AT HOW SMUG MEPHONE LOOKS AWEEEEEEEE <3333

My babies , they’re looking at each other  I’m going to explode, same face too!!

Did I mention that these two are my babies? Also hello cute Yinyang <33 (my multi shipper ass is shitsing rn)

ND OF COURSE YOU GAVE ME MY FAVORITE BOYS EVER BESIDE ME WHATTT!! LOOK AT EMM!! MY BABIES!!

THEY DID IT AGAIN!! MY BELOVEDS <33

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAA IM HDNANQNNWSBSBJQJQJKJWJJSJJS

THEYRE BOTH SO KIND TO EACH OTHER!! EVEN AFTER THE FLOWER INCIDENT!! SOULMATES I TELL YOU!! WHERE— WHERE DID THIS KINDNESS COME FROM??!/genq /nm

THEY’RE SO CLOSE NOW OMG?? WHAT DID I MISS??! DID I FORGET A SCENE?!?!/genq /nm /iwantmoreofthisnow

STOOOPPPP AAAHHHHHH!!! AAAAAAAAAA!! IM ACTUALLY GONNA EXPLOSE

*glances at HIS alliance* TAKE THAT Nickel— oh. Nevermind goodbye Bot :(

After a WHOLLEE EPISODE, This is all I got from my babies 😞

I DEMAND MORE!!

AND MORE I GOT!! Both still hating SILVERSPOON, AAAAAANDDDDDD HAVING THE EXACT SAME FACE AGAIN OMFG IM GONNA EVAPORATE

LOOK AT THEM. LOOK LOOK LOOK! BALLOON LOOKS AT CABBY WITH A SAD FACE, THEN WHEN CABBY LOOKS AT HIM, HE LOOKS AWAY,, AWEEE <333

(EDIT: OMFG HE EVEN RAISED HIS HANDS UP LIKE CABBY HAHABSBWBBWHHWHWHE)

NOOOO ITS BREAKINGSGSG— Okay but god she’s so girlboss, look at that SASS!!

Woah, is this the first time we see an actual side view of cabby?! Plus, they’re beside each other here!! <3

Context: they were all told to gather, I love how much times they’re beside each other omfg

LOOK AT MY BABIESS JUST LOOK AT THEM <33

GO CABBY! GO BALLOON!! GO AND GET YOUR INGREDIENTS!! GOGOGOGOOOO!!

Them <33

My guy became a mannequin lmao,, Btw Cabby going in with the nerdy info is cute, and balloon is like ‘Hm. Interesting’

Maximum of 30 images, sigh, see ya next post!!

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[spamtoon]

DCRC Book Club TWO !

for last week. oops. i'm so sorry puffy school and driving have been kicking my metaphorical ahh BUT. i need to read more of the funny uno comic. you have uno it came free with your ducklair tower (has said this joke like five times)

PLEASE know this is just going to be like. liveposting. rather than an analysis im typing this all while i'm reading the comic

pkna spoilers. again long post do not feel like you have to read unless you want to

please know that every time i look at an evronian now i think HOLY SHIT ! its Agron from Evron! me and my friends had a very enjoyable reading of issue 1 but this bad boy is allll me baby

i was going to say wow this penguin guy looks sick i wonder if he's an actual charcter and then i realized the big metal thing is NOT armor that is their WEAPON and i am more dsappointed but yknow what sure. we need more penguin representation in duck.verse aside from those fuck ass penguins (referring to tus.kernini's penguins)

i would also like to note that the italian sound effects are very funny. i am told there is a SPAM later in the comic and i would like to see that come to fruition

ooh? you're already at the making breakfasts stage donald? how fascinating... sorry no matter if i get an attachment to uno i will acknowledge he is forever donald's alright. the fucking way uno looks back i'm so... he's so goobity. he's such a thing. such a goober in fact

well you see uno. this vandal is a club penguin fan and is looking to recreate the box dimensio--nevermind he's not taking any of the boxes joke cancelled HAH NEVERMIND HE IS TAKING THE BOXES see i told you

your AUNT is a mutant. obsessed with the idea of donald duck using your aunt instead of your mom because of his family being full of a whole bunch of uncles and aunts its beautiful i think

angus fangus can you please get your bitch ass out of here and into the other hemisphere for me? thanks. you made donald sad. you made him so fucking sad im so (feat lyla lay swagger)

cog i ough. from what i understand from other comics the publication that tries to frame them is almost never Actually On Their Premises. this could lead to some interesting setups...

donald yyou little fucking shit. i see where the 87 triplets get it from. i mean i approve but you little fucking shit. i love that uno just goes along with it like yeah this guy's a dick let's mess him up

im appreciating how they write lyla okay. she's so Manipulative but not in a bad way you know. yes she just said she was the duck avenger but she's doing it in order to gague donald's reactions, or as donald thinks possibly tip him off? she clearly knows a lot more than anyone gives her credit for and yet here we are.

oh she fucking knows knows actually alright. alright i see where they're going with this (i dont) (i am reading with Intrigue...) wait wait my epic brain thoughts alright.t they're doing the thing where they set something up and then they have a reveal so lyla lay. just might be a mutant like time fucky wucker was talking about eh? eh?

the fucking fight scenes int his comic... the way they show the differences between weapons and just like. play with the panels. it might be standard for th medium and i just havent read hat many comics but i love shit like this

please know that if uno didn't exit camera 9 would be my favorite character. spamcore. to me. and the fucking way they portray time travel here ough. cool as fucking hell. the slow stepping forward and the Wind Effect oho. ohoho.

uno's fucking face sory i just. i too wonder how the fuck they're gonna outliquida.tor themselves out of this one becuase this. guy does in fact seem overpowered but donald probably has to deal with many more overpowered people

2 issues in and we've already introduced time police dear lord i wonder how it's going to snowball from here.

the duck avenger version of the everyone's an idiot d.arkwing falacy. everyone's a fucking snoop and its beautiful. donald is so serious here and yet everybody else is like five steps ahead of him

uno smiling is so fucking precious i don't care what anyone says its so fucking precious okay. please know i'm starting to feel important is making me emo but im writing the rest of this post immedaitely after rewatching a goo.fy movie with people so... and after three episodes that make em fucking nsnngamgsnmgngnsmgab you know

the fucking way i actually went :O over this i'm so predictable omg. that's so cool. robots... are so cool holy shit. so there's just robots everywhere alright thats Fucking Sick Actually. i retract the thing i said in vc today acab does not apply to her i think she's... a silly girl...

hey uno. you see with uno. i dont even know much about him yet. i don't want to say it for certain right now but it feels like. not quite a bright spark in terms of Level yet but like. like bright spark in that i feel like him rejecting me would make me feel good you know. yes please list all the ways that though i am mechanical i am a disgrace to all robotkind, with my primitive technology and even more primitive habits. this could change. i am on the second issue of this long running comic. but at this point that probably isn't the case. uno makes me feel like a rat in that he's beautiful and i will prioritize saving him over the various citizens in the city. not that he needs it

gay ahh wink from this mega.mind lookin ahh... dude i literally went to movie night and then when i came bakc there were like. two three pages left. but y'know what i ough. as i've said before i am invested in this thing and i have homework to do but i also kinda wanna do week three right now y'know. oughghghg i just. i'm so glad that they like gave l.yla lay an acutla purpose like i knew she had to be the only pk.na character in mudae for a reason but from her introduction i was SO worried they were just gonna have her be. The Girl Friend Character but she is shaping up to be so so so much more than that.

thank you dipshit duck for getting me to like. suck it up and be comfortable with reading comics because theres so much duckverse has in store for me and i cant wait to experience it all

[gaming-thoughts-by-an-idiot]

Fable 3, fuck Logan, lil bitch

Game: do u want to be Prince or Princess?

Me: I'd like to be the third secret sex

Game: what?

Me: THE MAIN CHARACTER

Game: y-yes that's-

Me: WHO GONNA SAVE THE WORLD

Game: that's what the sex-

Me: gotta go girl, boys are so obvious, he's gonna be all proper

Game: have u ever met a man...?

Me: girls are so badass, just look at Buffy

Game:...

Me:...

"Ready to see my man... the bastard Reaver"

"Damn, the city sure got bigger in like 20? Years"

"The hen tried to fly but couldn't but they can actually fly so we were all lied to"

"Damn, children working..."

"I cant remember this part of my castle"

"Holy shit it's fucking huge omg"

"Hehe that's what she said"

"That feather had plans"

"Ew look at that hat"

"Damn my dog could've been prettier"

"Pff, do u wanna look princess-y or cool"

"Obviously I'm picking the short and movable one"

"I fucking LOVE Jasper"

"I'm standing still, I wanna hear his comments to it"

"What happens if I try to leave in my pjs"

"He just went 'are u sure?' "

"Damn, he just threw a word at me that idk what means, but I think its like 'silly' "

"I look so pretty- wtf is that hair?"

"Jasper said avoid my brother, but what kind of sister would I be if I did?"

"I'm glad the princess can talk"

"Lmao I just had like the most gangsta handshake with a guard love it"

"I'm so happy I get to pet my dog, not a fan of how she sounds tho"

"Oh wait, I think maybe since I'm playing 3rd on xbox one, but did the 2nd on 360, maybe I won't have the queen but default king..."

"I'm just walking around shaking people's hands"

"Elliot is such a.... name, and- wait... who's gonna be the girl if I'm playing as him???"

"Next time..."

"I will be EVIL and idk why that's a guy"

"Hohoho I kissed the man"

"The city doesn't look like my city :( or... are we not in bowerstone, was that the name? Jesus, I've played the 2nd game for so long and I've forgotten"

"I love we're holding hands"

"I love Walter"

"Oh no my Prince, he ran away"

Walter: I want u to fight me, like your life dependent on it

Me: wow, that doesn't sound like a tutorial at all

"I'm gonna fuck up the buttons"

"Hell ye I did not"

"Damn, thought I should end the game here so I could sleep, but apparently you can't until a spesific place in the game... oh nooo, I have to do my fave hobby? Terrible:)"

"Running with my bois<3"

"There were NOT this many doors in my castle"

"The default is king :/"

"Imo king is so vanilla, like you don't give the same respect as a queen"

"All my hard work of being a queen just gone"

"Basically next time I'm doing it all on xbox one"

"Right, war room"

"Listening in"

"Damn, I'd be upset too if I was Logan, if I had that haircut"

"Oh, same throne at least"

"Ah... here comes the choice"

"Well, as the queen... I'm a good person... until I charge rent ofc haha"

"Bye baby :("

"He loves me😭"

"My MOTHER'S daughter, thank u very much"

Game: the hero was your dad

Me: what was that?

Game: I said the her-

Me: sounded like the wind

Game: tHE HE-

Me: whatever it was, it was saying bs... I miss my queen

Game: u know what? Fuck it.

"Run run run- Where's my dog btw?"

"Oh nevermind"

"Ugh, we're gonna look at the imposter, the king"

"I mean technically, Reaver IS a hero, he's just a bad one"

"Did Logan also go through the whole grab seal, end up in front of Theresa?"

"The seer of the SPIRE???"

"The queen would've fucking whipped Logan's ass if she knew"

"I'm sensing the fanfic energy... not from that Logan thing but for Reaver"

"I'm such a simp"

"For these terrible men...

"And my queen"

"You guided my MOTHER"

"What does Theresa even do in her spare time? I bet she crochets"

"I got a glove that let's me use magic... can anyone say Link? Cuz im getting Link vibes"

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, STOP RUNNING IN MY WAY, YA BASTARD DOG"

"Do I get to name my hero? Or am I cursed to see 'hero' every time she speaks?"

"Do I get to name my dog?"

"Isn't the dog supposed bark when there's treasure close by? Cuz I only found that key cuz of my own memory"

"Jasper is scared of bats, he'd make a terrible batman"

Walter: did u see that Jasper???

Jasper: indeed your MOTHER would've been very proud

"Why can't I run"

"Did the queen make these tunnels?"

"What happens if I don't buy the castle in the second game?"

"Can I slut around in this game too?"

"Like mother like daughter, or is it like daughter like mother? I honestly don't know"

"What's with the gift in the symbol in the corner?"

"Thought all the transportation gates were all gone, I'm pretty sure I'm on one"

"Oh wow, look at all that winter. Just like norway"

"I can make friends by shaking hands"

"I'm gonna make everyone love me with how great I am with my hands"

"For handshakes, I meant handshakes"

"I forgot I had to go back to sanctuary to change, which is much better than just changing out into the open imo"

"Oh hell yea! Look at all those gifts!"

"Bleh the outfit is... yeah"

"Dog potion? For what?

"Pink poodle"

"Doberman"

"White poodle... who wants a poodle?"

"Clockwork dog potion??? What does that even mean???"

"Setter dog potion??? What"

"Five star dog potion...?"

"That's all the gifts, i wanted a gift for myself"

"AWW I GOING WITH ALSATIAN DOG, LOOKS LIKE A GERMAN SHEPHERD OMG"

"I CAN NAME THE DOG"

"should be something fun-.... hehe"

"Betcha u can guess"

"I'm giving 10 coins to everyone, I have 129 left"

"Damn, 20coins left"

"Gotta talk to the man with the small fish name"

"What are those jester shoes"

"My mom, the queen, was busy for like 20 or something years..."

"Oh! I'm getting more gifts!"

"They better be for me istg"

"I went into a sink hole water thing and found a wedding ring"

"I think a fish is proposing to me"

"Ooo, dye"

"Are all my packages dye?"

"Tattoo set, nothing says rebel as much as this, I just got out of the castle"

"Bushy hairstyle"

"Bowerstone soldier uniform...???"

"Yule costume lmao"

"Silly outfits, dye and hair types, oh and that tattoo set"

"Out to explore more!"

[themarshmallownerd]

What You Want, What You Need

Summary: At a formal party, Natalie drinks in attempts to feel normal again. Instead, she muses on just how abnormal she feels apart from her fellow survivors.

Relationships: Lottie Matthews/Natalie Scatorccio

Rating: Teen (T) for depictions of drinking and suggestive language

Link: What You Want, What You Need (AO3)

A/N: For those of you who followed me for the botched-resurrection AU, don't worry, that is still in the works. The latest chapter is about 3/4s of the way done, so you can expect that sometime in the next week. In the meantime, depression has had me in its grips lately, so as a coping mechanism, I wrote some pointless fluff. Hope you enjoy ❤️

Preview: She unceremoniously pushes herself to sit up, senses swimming a little in disorientation as she learns anew that this isn’t her house. Once what little remains of her rational brain catches up with her, she turns slightly to Lottie and the others to announce, “I’m gonna get another drink.”

And apparently, Lottie doesn’t love her anymore, because she just says, “OK, hon,” and doesn’t make any move to go with her.

Natalie frowns. In her state, it makes no sense to go anywhere without her girl. The mere thought makes her stomach lurch in panic (nevermind the fact that she’ll just be going to the kitchen, which is literally on the opposite side of the very wall she and Lottie are currently sitting against).

“No,” she tries to say, the sound coming out strangely quiet and garbled by tears she did not bid herself.

“Hmm?” Lottie hums in confusion.

“No,” Natalie repeats, forcing her voice to come out more clearly. She gives a huff, irritated with herself for suddenly forgetting how to string her thoughts together in cohesive words. “No, I need…you hafta’ come wi’ me. I’m…don’ wanna lose you again. So…I need you to come wi’ me so I don’t lose you, ‘cause…cause ‘m gonna miss you, and…i’s gonna feel bad. ‘M gonna lose you.”

Another self-exasperated huff. Why was she having such a hard time speaking? Why was her fucked up brain making it so hard?

Fuck, she was going to cry. She wants so badly not to cry, but her determination only seems to aggravate the building tears further.

Fortunately, Lottie doesn’t question why the notion of being apart makes her so anxious. Rather, she sits up a little straighter, taking Nat’s hand in one of her own. “Hey, it’s OK. I can come with you.”

On the other side of Lottie, Taissa shifts in her seat, gently tapping Van’s knee in a silent request to let her stand up. “We’ll all go. I need a refill too, and I’m freezing my ass off out here.”

For all of her tough, standoffish attitude in most everyday situations, Taissa also had a tendency to turn very soft—if not a little awkward—when it came to handling someone in tears. Hence, Nat suspects it has something to do with her when Taissa makes that suggestion, and not the fact that her wine glass has been empty this entire time.

And with that, all four of them migrate to the kitchen, forming their own little privatized party as they drink around the island there. The remainder of the tequila bottle passed between Natalie and Van, a more proper glass of wine for Taissa, and a can of pop for Lottie (her current medications don’t mix well with alcohol). With the Taylors now lurking somewhere in the next room, the topic of conversation has now switched to more benign matters, like how Taissa really feels about her law school classmates, or why Van thinks Scream is the best thing to happen to the horror movie community.

Natalie tries to participate a little more in the conversation this time, grateful as she is that the other women came indoors with her. But before long, she finds herself simply standing behind Lottie, arms wrapped around her middle and nuzzling her pretty black hair. Nat sways them both slightly, to channel the outpour of giddiness inside of her to have someone in her life that she likes touching so much.

She’s always been kind of finicky with physical affection. But once she finds someone she knows well enough, she loves it. Even if it’s just little things, like taking someone’s hand to lead them somewhere, or leaning on them when she’s tired (which is probably why there were so many rumors she was a slut in high school, sleeping with all of her friends, who were mostly guys at the time). It was a surprise to her when she first started sleeping with Lottie—the same Lottie who once thought they could survive being stranded in the Wilderness by holding hands and tuning into each other’s spirits or some shit—and found that Lottie was actually the more physically reserved one between them. Not that Lottie was averse to touch; she just wasn’t used to it.

In hindsight, Natalie supposes it makes sense. Lottie’s family never struck her as the most affectionate type (hell, her parents were barely even present in their daughter’s life), and Lottie never had any really close friends of her own back in their school days. The forced closeness of the Wilderness undid some of that learned self-isolation. But still, there was an adjustment period to the ready availability of touch—particularly from Natalie—when it became a matter of desire and intimacy instead of strictly warmth and survival.

Eventually, Shauna finds them. Rather than be upset that Nat and Van have nearly finished her tequila, she simply joins in, taking a long swig in order to finish the very last of it. With one of the party hosts now hiding away from the rest of the event, the other guests don’t stay for much longer. They trickle into the kitchen little by little, bidding their good-byes over the course of the next half-hour. It doesn’t occur to Natalie that this means the party’s over Shauna makes an offer to drive Taissa and Van home, since they live nearby. 

By now, Natalie feels even more unsteady and fragile than she did before (apparently drinking more liquor didn’t cancel out the bad feelings like she had originally hoped). She latches onto Lottie’s hand as the latter begins heading for the front door. Her heart is doing a painful climb up her throat, as though choking her before she can panic too much at the notion of the only people she actually feels normal around leaving her behind, with nowhere really to go. 

Her tongue feels strangely fuzzy, like an alien weight moving in her mouth as she tries to speak. She tugs on her and Lottie’s joined hands for attention. “Can…‘an you…take me wi’ you?”

Lottie smiles at her, all warmth and affection and everything that makes Natalie’s sloshed brain want to melt. “Of course, Nat.”

[hope-to-hell]

No Way to get Ahead. August Walker. Allusions to death and dismemberment, nothing particularly explicit. This is a chance for August to unload a bit, in the form of a one-sided conversation with some unknown goon. Anyway, it’s not like it matters who they are. Were. Whatever.

——

Would you— just give me a minute here. Christ, the blood’s not even dry yet and you’re here with your million fucking questions. So listen, and watch, and shut your mouth while I work. It took me weeks to get here, weeks to track this fucker down and what did I get?

More questions.

More endless questions, each tied to the one before. It’s gonna be a nightmare getting this straightened out. Not like she’s gonna care. I’ve got a name and that’s good enough for her but this isn’t about Sloane, not really. Besides, the who is ephemeral. Lackeys come and bodies go and nothing ever really changes. It’s the what and the why that are giving me trouble. Something’s on the wind, something nasty even for me. There’s so much rot, you can’t help but smell it. It stinks of mildew and bile, old blood and new piss.

It smells like being buried alive.

The bitch of it is, I’m good at this. This shit about the Hammer is all smoke; I leave a few bodies for the cleaners and a little bit of intel all wrapped up nice and neat: dear Erika, I saw this and thought of you. But that’s not the good stuff. It doesn’t really matter if she has their names; they’re just meat by then. And teeth, and fingernails, and bits of viscera here and there. It’s a show, don’t you get it? I bring the goods and get a pat on the head and if I let her pull my hair a little— well, who says this can’t be fun once in a while? Besides, blood calls to blood. We’ve both got that audaciously stubborn streak; it’s what I lov—

And if I spend a little extra time in the reading rooms all by my lonesome, who’s gonna think anything of it? Secrets have a way of threading themselves through the earth, through concrete and steel til they rattle around in the walls. If you’re careful, if you’re focused, you can hear them; it’s like they want to be heard, to be caught. And it doesn’t matter if I’m seen down there. Being Erika Sloane’s pet has its advantages. I’m hers; I go where I’m ordered, so anywhere I am is right where I’m supposed to be.

The question is, friend, are you where you’re meant to be? Because I have this sneaking suspicion you’re not here out of the goodness of your heart. Maybe you’re someone’s dog too, and I can guess whose. It’s a wonder I can get anything done with the way he’s always watching and picking and being so goddamn irritating about every little thing. John, did you set the charges? Is there sparkling water in the helicopter? Are you sure the apartment isn’t bugged? You’d think I was some fresh-faced kid right out of the Academy. And if I have to hear one more word about Ethan fucking Hunt—

You know, as long as you’re here you might as well make yourself useful. Nevermind whose hand that is; it’s none of your business. Yeah, in that cooler there. Bag first, then ice. You want it to get frostbite? I would’ve taken their head, but it’s not so pretty anymore. Still, I’ll box this up all nice and neat and leave it on Sloane’s desk. She’s not much for the whole it’s the thought that counts thing, though. Might have to butter her up a little. She might see right through it, but that’s part of the fun. And you know, she tastes so sweet when she’s on the cusp of finding out.

Listen. I know Lane doesn’t much like what I do with his guys but a body’s a body and it’s not like it’s hard to pick up another angry disillusioned kid looking to get back at the world. All he has to do is tell you about a world of equals, born from the ashes; he piques your interest and sends you on a few simple errands, and before you know it you’re marching in step to his idiotic schemes. It’s hard to back out when you’ve got agency men climbing down your throat and Solomon Lane fucking you right in the ass with his wouldn’t it be a pity if somebody found out what you get up to when you’re away.

Lane and I agree on one thing at least: there’s rot in every part of this world and all we can do is burn it out. But he had to go and make it personal— he had to turn this into a dick-measuring contest against Ethan Hunt. He only has to hear the little twerp’s name and his pants are already around his ankles. Langley’s a vacation paradise by comparison. It’s all about the job: whether Erika’s dressing me down or undressing me, it’s nothing personal.

But listen. Whatever you’re doing here, whatever errand you’ve been sent on, you’re not leaving. Maybe you didn’t know the risk. It doesn’t matter. I can’t have so many of you out there knowing my face or the nature of my work. And yeah, I’m afraid that means you as well. We play a game where the rules are always changing and loyalties mean next to nothing. Like I said, the who doesn’t matter— only the why. If it makes you feel any better, that means me too. I’m just a part of the whole, one cog in a vast machine. Rebirth will come one way or another, and though I don’t want to die for the cause, it’s pretty much a given. After all, a phoenix can’t rise without burning first. You’ll just be kindling for the flame, but don’t feel too bad about it. So make it easy on yourself: hold nice and still, and I’ll make it quick.

Guess I’ll have a head to give Erika after all.

[the-mxster]

Incorrect Tensimm + Donna quotes (pt2)

Pt 1

Donna: The Doctor doesn’t deserve you.

Donna: If they don't treat you right by now, you're gone.

Master: I'm gone.

Donna: Now go chop their dick off.

Master: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.

Donna:

Donna: I'm gonna tell them.

Doctor: Don't you dare.

Master: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Doctor’*

Donna: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*

Donna: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?

Master: Like its slips on and off really easily.

Donna:

Master: No, I didn't mean it like that-

Doctor: We know what you meant.

Master: We can’t tell you because you’re not a member of the club.

Doctor: What club?

Donna: The ‘hating’ Doctor club.

Doctor: …The fuck? I should be the leader of that club!

Master: *sucking on a popsicle*

Donna: Pfft, you practicing for when the Doctor gets here?

Master: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle*

Donna: *Concern*

Master, looking through their clothes: Has anyone seen my top?

Donna: Doctor's in the kitchen.

Master: The best way to gain someone's undying loyalty is by saving them from a perilous situation.

Donna: So you're just gonna wait until the Doctor is in danger and save them?

Master: Of course not, I'm going to create a situation that puts them in danger and then save them.

Donna: ...

Donna: You're insane.

Master: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Donna: What’s up your ass this morning?

Doctor: *walks in* ...Hey.

Donna: Hmm… nevermind.

Master: WAIT NO!

Doctor, to Master: Look at you! All cute and small! I could just eat you up!

Master: *proceeds to kick them in the shin and run away*

Donna, walking past: Rule number 1, don't call the Master cute or small.

Donna, rushing into the room: It’s terrible, just terrible! I am so upset!

Doctor: Donna, honey, sit down! Sweetheart, tell us all about it. Master, would you get Donna some water?

Master: What are they gonna do with water? Has water ever made you feel better when you were upset? Have you ever heard anyone say, “Thank God, the water’s here!”?

*Donna sneezes*

Doctor: Donna, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby!

*Master sneezes*

Doctor: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

Doctor: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body.

Donna: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot.

Doctor: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!

Master: Hmm... I've been drinking soda and my body's rust free... not sure where you're getting your facts from...

Donna: Master, I am questioning your sanity...

Doctor: I never questioned it, I knew their sanity was missing from the start.

Donna: I dare you-

Doctor: Master is not allowed to accept dares anymore.

Donna: Why not?

Master: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

Doctor: Breathe, just breathe.

Master: I’ve done nothing with my life! I’m a failure!

Donna:: Awww, that never bothered you before.

Donna: What are you writing?

Master: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information.

Doctor, looking over Master's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

Master: I'm not that stupid!

Doctor: Master, you literally ate the wax from a babybel.

Master: DONNA TOLD ME IT WAS EDIBLE!

Doctor: Did the Master just tell me they loved me for the first time?

Donna: Yeah, they did.

Doctor: And did I just do finger guns back?

Donna: Yeah, you did.

Doctor: Regular soda is too sweet!

Master: Diet soda has a weird after taste!

Doctor: No! Ugh, oh my god. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn't have sugar! It's SPICY!

Master: It has other weird stuff in it! I'll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda!

Doctor: It's SO SWEET like it's a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink!

Master: I'm going to physically attack you.

Doctor: Which is better, Donna?

Donna: Oh, I usually drink water!

Master: Wha- NO!

Doctor: DISGUSTING!

Donna: The best part of an oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. Deal with it.

Master: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side.

Doctor: YO SOCRATES! IT'S A FUCKING COOKIE!

Donna: Doctor-

Doctor: *sighs* Master used to call me Doctor...

Donna: ...Because it's your fucking name.

Master: Donna is mad at me, and I'm not sure why.

Doctor : Okay, did you talk before they got upset?

Master: ...yes?

Doctor : That's probably it.

Donna: Why would you do that?

Doctor : Because I feel guilty.

Master: Guilt is a trick emotion. It’s put there by your parents to stop you from doing things that feel good.

Doctor : The Master noticed only today that they can label their email inboxes, but they took apart their entire bloody laptop two weeks ago.

Donna: This reminds me of the The Master who couldn’t turn on the coffee maker, but remembers about 500 digits of pi.

Doctor : I’ll be delighted to inform you that this is the very same Master.

Donna: Master! What did I tell you about lying?

Master, looking down: ...That it only works on the Doctor.

Donna: Wow! The Doctor made you cry?

Master, tearing up: Yes, and they said some really mean things that are only partly true.

Doctor : Guys, the Master is missing.

Donna: Good.

Doctor , trying to impress Donna: I re-initialized the entire command structure, retaining all programmed abilities but deleting the supplementary preference architecture.

Master: They turned it off and back on again.

Pt 3

[pomodoriyum]

gonna watch terror ep 10. hope it doesnt hollow out my soul!!

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something wrong with me since i literally can only focus on des voeux right now…hes hauling…..

love how stiffly every1 is moving. scurvy <3

HI GOODSIR <3

hickeys all. ‘oh how funny the past is’

crozier: ‘fuck off’

also. why. is francis all bloody. the hell happened?

‘he took a stumble’ welllll. maybe. im choosing to believe he said something abt hartnell and de voeux hit him bc his other option was throwinf up

also des voeux fiddling with his shirtsleeves. x2

—

NEDWARD WANTS TO RESCUE FRANCIS. I KNOW IT AINT GONNA HAPPEN BUT OUGH

ohhhh edward little you poor fucking bastard. good job dundy ig

oh my god crozier is going to think edward abandoned him. christ

goodsirrrrr <3 also he looks GAUNT good job costumers !!

hes bleeding from the scalp….

memory moment. god that hurts so bad. awesoem

hi manson. thank you francis for being nice to him

—

oh my god it was a PLANNED murder. i thought goodsir did that in a fit of desperation not in cold fucking blood. oooohhhh goodsir how you are fascinating and fun

—

bye jopson. so sorry about that

—

hockey ‘first of the officers i enlisted’ fhkdfnfkfl i wouldnt exactly call what you did ‘enlisting’ but yeah this fits under reinvention sure

how much of hickeys commentary to francis here is something he also is telling himself? versus how he’s trying to hurt crozier in the same ways crozier has hurt him (flogging, obvs, but from hickeys pov also probably leading them there in the first place, nevermind franklin)

‘surpassingly lonely man’ YEAH HE IS!!!!

^^ face you make when you totally didnt realize how true your foils’ opinions on you are (on another note, the casting people did such a good job findinglike normal ass lookign people for this show???)

—

oh, diggle is *shaking* with terror. oh, my

GOODSIR NAURRRRRR NOT THE MASS MURDER SUICIDE NOOOOOOOOOO

preparinf hsi own body for discovery (if not burial) is soooooooooo

ok mroe to do list. 1. identify the various plants and animals he hallucinated. theyve GOT to be important for interpretation

—

everyone is so wobbly like a baby deer

des voeux deadpan sarcastic delivery. so meannnnn (but i imagine hes extremely unable to imagine killing oneself sinces. hes (like hickey) willing to do just about anything to survive)

HODGEPODGE CHAIR MOMENTS. LOVE the artfully placed tins

yuckyyyyy

love how des voeux was the first to reach for it too yucky yucky.

TOZER DOWN that was probably the greatest literal flop ive seen. armitage reaching for him…de voeux’s little jerking head motion back. and whathisface in the back freaking out

—

“hes sick from what he eats” OUGHHEHE HEH and goodsirs trap closes in

des voeux has been fantasizing about eatinf that bear for literal years now lmao

aw manson. ouchies

awww their tummies hurt. and they are being brave about it

hickey is. absolutely reeling from the poison and the lead in his brain omg. hes delirious

also looove how much regret he packs into that speech. tryinf to start fresh by. what, murderinf someone? and then youre stuck in a place that will kill you?? yeah

oh thwy are all about to lose it. des voeux is actively having a panic attack or so.

^^guy who looks like hes about to cry

tozer is probably handling this best tbh

interestinf that hickey conceptualizes tuunbaq as part of its own empire. because empire is the only way he can parse and understand the world

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HODGSON NOOOOOO

love how tozer just accepts hickeys sawinf his own tongue out. hes like ‘not my business rn’

great job hickey. really youve outdone yourself this time

really hard to tell apart tuunbaqs/croziers/hickeys noises. also francis why the hell did you approach that situation

symbolic that francis lands the final blow. of courses. and hickey’s corpse between his thighs….🤌 (well. almost. he’s using his foot on hickey’s shoulder, literally stepping on him, which is so yummy in terms of themes)

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SILNAAAAA. love how shes awash in warm colors

bye des voeux. your little gasping sobs hurt. baaad way to go

SILNAAAAAAAA

whos strap is francis holding??

also i find it interestinf that he’s the one she chooses to keep alive/save? more to think about on this

HIS HAND OUCHIES

HER FACE WHEN SHE SEES GOODSIR. OH MY GODDDDDDD it is incredibly impactful bc shes normally so stoic. auugh

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francis having a normal one i see (i love it when characters experience delirium)

verrry interesting in who he named, there

love his new hat also. hes like a mate now. not a captain any more

??? is thatthe fucking passage???? or a dif camp?? hm.

EDWARDDDDDD

“close” yeah thats what i thought. ‘close is the worst thing in the world’ HEEHEE YEAH SURE ISSSS

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i dont have access to subtitles atm so i will not know till later eveything they discuss and say. but. i miss silna already :(

francis i know youre freaking out but like. dont harass them youve done enogh

great ending shot. really makes him look like a doll.

wow what. a great show. im. a little wrecked about it

[gayspock]

anyways

sorry we're going to really embarrass ourselvestonight see its fucking times like this when i think about being alone for the rest of my life like i really, really fucking think about it and how its not just disgusting loser sobbing and empty fucking nights, fuck me i feel so fucking invisible, but all the fucking time and energy that goes into just being alive thats so fucking hard to sustain by yourself stupid fucking bullshit by yourself already being a very fucking useless human being its not fucking fair that it all fucking compounds makes it all so much fucking harder, and everythings so much fucking harder to fucking do, it takes so much fucking energy to fucking maintain what for fuckinjg what for what fucking purpose i dont fucking know!!! and its so so fucking embarrassing crying about this shit the fucking overwhelming fucking mess around me that i cant fucking manage but theres no one to fucking turn to for anything and therenever will be im stuck with it forever and im going to fucking shoot myself in the fucking head i swear ot fucking god i just fucking sit hereand think about it fucking suffocating me in because whats the fucking alternative i cant do this i cant fucking do this my whole life waking up all your energy fucking sunk into fucking nothing just to fucking keep your fucking stupid, miserable fucking head on your shoulders and theres nothing fucking at the end but more shit fucking screaming at you to be done and its forever its sooo forever cant fucking barely stay afloat by yourself nevermind fucking dig yourself out of whatever fucking hole youre supposedly in even if it was fucking possible to do so and what else is there fucking try today try to fucking do something and it just feels like every time youre fucking punted back 100 feet. over fucking nothing.

i keep trying to fucking better it i do but its just so laughably fucking bad i dont fucking want to fucking sit here and fucking keep swallowing it . i try to fucking keep my head on its really fucking embarrassing it really fucking is but im barely fucking palatable as a fucking person and i know i know i KNOW icant fucking express anything like fucking ACTUALLY say anyhting because im ALREADY so fucking alienated and i feel like im being suffocated but i fucking think about how im a fucking rotted cunt and nothing but and i cant fucking fix any of it i cant fucking do it i dont fucking have enough in me im not enough as a person i do not fucking give a rats ass and i cannot fucking do it and then more shit gets added and its so fucking helpless i and i dont know why i keep fucking forcing myself other than this fucking debilitating fear that if i fuck That up too no matter how much crazy obsessive planning its going to be like everything else whether i try or i dont im going to end up in some fucking hellish purgatory on earth its gonna go wrong and i know i will somehow fuck it up i cant seem to fucking get anything right and again i feel like every time i fucking spiral and spiral its just a fucking joke which is ironically such a fucking self-important thing because like i dont know why im like thinking that people pay that much fucking attention thats the irrational one i know they dont but even still the fucking scraps of acknowledgement the knowledge of what everyonewould fuckuing say of what they have said and i still feel like im being fucking laughed at for being an overdramatic loser whos creating their own fucking problems whos just fucking not listening whos fucking stupid and its really fucking funny its always just a fucking joke and i cant get away from it and i fucking want to punch someones fucking lights out sometimes i really fucking do i wantto hurt someone sometimes because i cant get any other fucking attention and i cant fucking feel anything but fucking intense self loathing and i just want to dig into it further and reallyi really want to fucking run away and be alone somewhere i fucking hate how fucking lonely everything is i fuckinghate it i dont know whats wrong with me or why im never enough to fucking even halfway manage fucking anything i cant find anything that helps i know im not fucking trying UYEAAHH SUREEE IM NOTTRYINGGG i feel like every fucking time i try to give anything a chance i just end up ashamed and hurt and upset and embarrassed no matterhow much fucking grace i afford myself and im so so burnt out and its like ohhhh its fine you dont have to be perfect i jsut want ONE fucking thing to feel good or to last or to mean something and not just feel this sick fucking disgust at myself and upset and this fucking harrowing fucking feeling of rejection and something something always fucking feeling isolated i wish it wasnt so fucking hard to try to fucking handle anyhting i dont understand why its so natural to everyone because even the people who say theyre so fucking alone also!!! :D WE'RE ALLL ALONE!! still have partners or have had close friends and they see people on the daily its been years and years and years i feel like im just fucking trying to cling on and itspathetic and i drag behind fucking everybodyohhh did we remember that cunt exists

PROBABLY NOT right and its not i cant fucking do it i dont want to keep being so desperate all the fucking time it hurts so much more but its jsut so so many fucking months and years just fucking stuck with nothing but yourself because it just doesnt work out ever and i fucking hate myself if i fucking hate being with myself and its like how can i blame anyone else is ANYONE MAD RIGHT NOW i think i need to go fucking try to drown myself in the fucking toilet bowl i need to fucking do something i need to fucking pacify myself thats the only fucking thinjg that makes it stop is just fucking completely disconnecting do it late fucking deal with it later thats it just dont fucking engage with a fucking thing and let the world go by and everyone can leave you even further behind dude yeah fucking excellent IS ANYONE CRAZYYYY