#not crying but yelling and screaming asdfghjk

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

hm. the comedic potential of jackie being the one to ball her eyes out when jensen and bryce announce that they got married.

[feralrosie]

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort for amelia/morgan

@bellarxse said: Amelia/Morgan, crying about something?

I mixed those two! Thank you both so much for the prompts ♥ it’s been so long that I don��t even have the list anymore, tho ASDFGHJK 

The Wayhaven Chronicles Bff!Morgan & Amelia Langford  Words: 2156 Rating: G for Girl Needs Therapy Tags: Hurt/Comfort Read on AO3

It was not unusual for them to disagree, but fighting was slightly rarer. The fiery red hair was not the only thing that Amelia had in common with her mother; both of them were very outspoken, unafraid of expressing their opinions and neither ever wanted to give up and accept defeat. That was how their disagreements turned into arguments, and how the arguments became shoutings.

Until, of course, Rebecca pulled the best cards from her sleeve—as always.

“You are staying here, and that is an order.” Her voice rumbled through clenched teeth across the meeting’s room in the Warehouse, striking like a thunder. “End of discussion, Detective.”

Detective. Rebecca had this special skill to detach the mother from the boss completely—that is, if she had a motherly side at all—but whenever this happened, the battle was over and she could claim her victory. And all of that, endless minutes of barking at each other, just because she wouldn’t allow Amelia to join Ava and Nat on a “too dangerous” mission that she was “not skilled enough” for.

Pressing her hands in fists so tight that her nails began digging into her skin, Amelia turned on her heels, heading to the corridor. “Fine!” She screamed before yanking the door open, “Do whatever you want, Agent.”

And, with the slam of the door, she was out. Thought her nerves would finally calm down, but the sight of two vampires perching against the opposite wall, one pair of hands hidden in pockets and the other crossed over a broad chest, was enough to snatch a grunt from her.

“Amy—” Nat tried to speak but was interrupted when Amelia held up her palm.

“I’m sorry you had to listen to this.” The professionalism in her voice was concerning, sounding too much like Rebecca’s, which could only expose how angry—hurt, even—she was. “Good luck on your mission. Keep me informed.”

Not wasting more of her breath, Amelia turned her back again, anxious to escape from the piercing green eyes frowning at her. Truly a pathetic attempt, given that it took nothing for Ava to launch herself from the wall and reach the Detective’s arm, holding her wrist with impossible care to spin her body around and face her.

“Amelia,” she whispered, choking on her concern, unsure of what to say next. She let her fingers drop ever so slightly with the burning wish of holding her hand, and for a moment the detective might have accepted such comfort, if it was not for Rebecca—always, always Rebecca—storming out of the office behind them, making so much noise with her high heels that Amy felt like she was stepping on her temples.

Nat was quick to prompt her in conversation, driving Rebecca away from the detective and allowing everyone to catch their breaths again. A ragged sigh escaped Amelia’s lips when she moved her hand away from Ava’s, placing it featherlight on the commanding agent’s cheek.

“I will be here when you come back,” she tried to sound as confident as possible, but knew Ava would not be so easily fooled by the bluff, “Be careful, Ava.”

The detective did not allow a reply, leaving for the common room right after; could only hear a defeated grunt behind her, followed by the imposing sound of combat boots marching away.

The warehouse was already huge, but for Amelia, it felt twice the size. Each new step was like walking on knives, and she needed to run to escape the anguish pooling in her throat, threatening to leak from her eyes. The air weighed in her lungs when she slammed the door behind her, finally safe in the solitude, and she needed desperately to let it out of her. Reached for the couch in search of a cushion where she could dig her nails, a much preferable alternative than to follow the same path of her mother down the corridor that lead both to the gym and the foyer.

But her plans of sinking her face in the soft fabric of Nat’s pillows and screaming her soul out were thwarted as quickly as her desire to punch something in the training room.

“What the—” In front of her, between the sofa, armchairs and coffee table, there was the largest, most elaborate blanket fort she’d ever seen. Nat’s couch was dismantled, its seat pillows serving as walls for the fortress, and what seemed like Farah’s duvet covered the entire structure as a ceiling. The thing was not like any child’s play, having two rooms, a window made with the blank space between two cushions and even a porch.

“Farah’s doing.” A voice came from behind Amelia, startling her to look behind. Morgan was standing by the doorframe, arms crossed in front of her chest, frowning at the detective. Amelia didn’t even hear her coming from the hallway or open the door. “Apparently she found out that this is something human children do and decided to give it a try, too.”

“Nat is going to kill her for destroying the sofa.” Amelia cursed under her breath her inability of maintaining a steady posture when her mind was so full of fire that made her voice crack. She turned away from Morgan, too embarrassed to face her, and shut her eyes closed, knowing too well that the deep blue of her irises was accentuated by the red markings of the tears that she could not contain anymore.

She heard the door click closed again and footsteps approaching, but keeping a safe distance. Amelia could feel the grey eyes on her back, studying every inch of her body, listening to her racing heartbeat and capturing the heat growing on her neck. Somehow, knowing that Morgan was just standing there behind her was worse than facing Ava earlier. She caught her breath and turned around, ready to blast whatever came to mind when—

“That was a pretty ugly fight you pulled up there.” Morgan was unusually close, keeping her gaze fixed on hers, piercing her with the intensity with which she stared. Those could be the eyes of a hunter, of an agent specialised in interrogations, but when Morgan sighed and let her shoulders sag, arms falling to her sides, her countenance was but of a friend’s. “Are you alright?”

The question alone was enough to get Amelia off-balance, hurting like a dagger cutting her throat open to let the bulging pain finally out—and she broke. Covered her face with both hands, hunching in her own weight, to let herself shriek as tears began to roll freely down her cheeks and between her fingers. Did not care if Morgan flinched with the sound, but could not be more thankful to feel a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“I just—” she tried once, twice, but the muffled words would not take shape. “It’s just so frustrating that—”

“That you still have to listen to your mother, now as a boss?”

“That she won’t listen to me.” She blurted, finally being able to look up back at Morgan. “She never did, never trusted me. She thinks I’m a child, incapable of doing my job. Won’t even listen to my opinion! Hell, I studied and trained all my life to be the best, and now that I have a chance to prove myself every day, she—ugh!”

Trying to regain control over herself, Amelia ran her fingers over her hair and let her hands rest on the back of her neck as she looked up at the dim ceiling lights. She inhaled sharply, wiping one last tear from her cheek. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, turning her face down to focus on the impressively soothing presence of Morgan near her. Embarrassment—for yelling, for exposing herself so much—was not new to her, but Amelia hated it every time. “I just need to calm down.”

“Take your time,” Morgan kept her hand on her shoulder, thumb tracing circles near her neck so lightly that Amelia doubted the vampire was aware of her own movements. “I can come back later to check up on you, if that’s ok.”

“No, please. Stay…” To plead with someone to keep her company was, somehow, even more embarrassing. As she felt her tears coming back to life, Amelia avoided the other’s eyes, turning her face to the side and touching the lean fingers on her shoulder with her chin. She tried—wanted—to not need anyone and was used to always being alone, so it seemed counterproductive to start needing people now. Yet, the thought of letting Morgan leave was terrifying.

But Morgan did not leave, and both of them kept their silence for a while. Amelia could feel her own heart beating heavy in her chest, and wondered how it sounded to Morgan. “If I tell you a secret,” she whispered, not moving her face away from the other’s hand, “Do you promise not to tell anyone?”

“Sure.” The word, despite being so simple, had a smile of its own. “But I can’t promise to not use it as blackmail against you later.”

Amy chuckled, her eyes roaming across the mess of pillows and blankets in the common room. “When I was a child, every time that I fought with my mother, I locked myself in my room and built a blanket fort. Not like this one, it was just a simple huddle of pillows. I don’t know why it felt so safe, but I spent so many nights like this… Of course, I had to tidy up the room all over again in the mornings, but at least it helped me sleep.”

Morgan was a great listener, so Amy did not hesitate to take the opportunity to keep talking, surprisingly at ease, “I think the last time I did it, I was quite old already—fifteen years old, probably, it was a big fight. But to this day I sleep with a lot of pillows all around me. I hope Farah didn’t steal any of mine to build this monstrosity.”

“Only one way to figure it out, princess.” Morgan prompted, smirking at the grimace caused by the pet name and letting her hand slip down Amy’s arm before heading to the blanket fort. She kneeled, ready to get in when turned her attention back at Amelia. “You coming or what?”

“You really don’t have to do this, Morgan.”

“You’re right, I don’t.” The vampire shrugged while a softer smile formed on her lips. “But I’m going to, anyway. Come on.”

As if the weight in her chest had vanished, Amelia chuckled, following her friend in. There was plenty of room for both of them inside, but Morgan didn’t mind when the redhead snuggled closer, hugging her like a giant plush toy. Amelia let her head rest on the agent’s chest and smiled when Morgan wrapped her arms around her. For the longest time, everything was silent and warm, shadows engulfing the room around them as the night finally arrived.

Amelia tried not to think about her fight, tried really hard, but the words—those spoken and heard—kept echoing in her mind. She replayed the entire thing over and over again, thinking of what she should have said and what should have kept for herself, but in the end, it was all in vain. She could not change the past, even if she wished the power to go back twenty years in time and tell herself to do different, do better. Even if she wished more than anything that her mother would finally see her—

“I’m sorry,” Amelia whispered against the dark fabric of Morgan’s shirt, tears flowing freely once again along her cheeks. Wasn’t sure what or to whom she was apologising for, if for the uncontrollable sobbing mess that she became when Morgan tangled her fingers in her hair or for everything else that she ached to change.

“Don’t be silly,” the vampire pressed her arms tighter around the delicate figure of her. “There is nothing you should apologise for. You did nothing wrong, Amy.”

I just want to be good enough, she wished to admit, to lay her heart bare like that in a silly blanket fort, but such bravery would require every last drop of her strength, a luxury she could not spare. Didn’t even want to scream anymore, and could only hope that Morgan would understand how grateful she was to have her there as her crying turned into the silent despair of exposing herself.

Amelia had been exhausted for too long, it was clear to her now, and yet she had no idea of what to do next. Was it fair to ask for help, when everyone else was already working so hard to keep her alive and well, protected from every supernatural being out there?

Whatever the answer, she would have to figure it out later. For the moment, she was satisfied to just feel Morgan’s fingers on her hair, and the warmth of the blanket fort around her.

[teamanomaly]

Hey I saw you had a bingo card, I'd love to meet some of your OCs through pain so how about the prompt "Lost of sight?" :) Thank you!

Eee, I know I said I’d take suggestions but I wasn’t expecting to actually get one asdfghjk thank youuuu 💜💜💜

It’s funny, my first one of these is actually starring a pretty minor character! She deserves some attention though ^^

***Warning for illness mention and hospital stuff***

Myra opened her eyes... or at least she thought she did. Nothing changed in the darkness around her, and for a moment she wondered if she was still asleep. She was definitely in a bed, although the sheets felt different from the ones she had at home. Her head was fuzzy like in a dream, or like the time she woke up after having her tonsils removed. Actually, it felt a lot like that. It smelled like a hospital too. The antiseptic smell was suddenly so powerful that she could barely think. A stabbing headache was quickly forming behind her eyes and she gasped, bringing her hands up to her face. There was a tugging at one of her wrists, but she could not see what was wrong with it. She was now positive that her eyes were open. It felt like they were open, but she could not see.

Why couldn’t she see??

A sound from beside her made her jump, like several small objects had gone crashing to the floor. She could almost feel a plastic cup bouncing on the tile before rolling away from the bed. She hadn’t touched it. She can’t see it. Why did she know where it was? Where was she?

WHY DID HER HEAD HURT SO BAD?

The memories of the previous day were flooding back in to her head. She’d been walking home when her vision blurred suddenly. She’d felt dizzy and nauseous and when she tried to call for help the words came out sounding garbled and nonsensical. She remembered being driven to the emergency room, hearing her mother crying and her father yelling and her being unable to form a sentence of comfort to them. She remembered voices she didn’t recognize, speaking with a sense of urgency. We must act quickly... tell the family... despite our best efforts... PERMANENT BRAIN DAMAGE...

Myra screamed. Deafening noises joined in around her. It sounded like an earthquake. It felt like the room was breaking. Her bed shook and furniture flew into the walls. A window shattered, and she FELT it. There were running footsteps, hands pushing her down, shouting voices.

“It’s worse than I thought!”

“Get a specialist on the line!”

“Sedation, now!!”

A needle jabbed in to her skin. The noises stopped.

[xhgr]

skinny puppy for music meme :)

THANK YOU SO MUCH, DARLING

Do I know them already?: YES BICTH | no

If I know them:

Favourite Song: OH FUCK Y Antagonism (it always changes tbh, it used to be Worlock)

Least Favourite Song: Okay I have a philosophy that there’s no such thing as a bad SP song, there’s only songs you’re still not into. But a song that sounds like nails on a chalkboard to me sorry for that description is “Neuworld” asdfghjk

Favourite Album: THE PROCESS, LOVE OF MY FUCKING LIFE

Least Favourite Album: Like I said there’s no such a thing as a bad SP album, but an album I find really hard to.... it’s not even “like”, it’s more like to understand the flow... is The Greater Wrong of the Right

Song that got me into them: Omg, it was “Assimilate”, but it wasn’t really the song itself that got me into them, it specifically was the Dolce Vita version (WHICH BTW IS WAY BETTER THAN THE STUDIO VERSION) and I was fortunate enough to get the full experience because I think SP is a band you need to WATCH and HEAR because the visuals + music really make a difference rather than just listening to the music alone and the way Ogre’s performance builds up along with the song and culminates with those screams in the back and in the last fucking scream THAT BITCH, IN A STATE OF PURE TRANCE, SLITS HIS FUCKING MOUTH IN THE MOST GORGEOUS SPECIAL EFFECTS ARTISTRY I HAVE EVER SEEN......... I was hooked, instantly.

Seen Live?: I’m gonna cry.... no ;-; Hopefully one day I’ll be front row in a concert yelling “YAAAAS OGRE YAAAAS WORK IT BITCHHH”

Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10(000000000) THIS IS THE BEST BAND IN EXISTENCE ALL THE OTHER BANDS CAN GO HOME AND I’M REALLY SORRY FOR PEOPLE WHO DON’T LIKE SKINNY PUPPY THEIR LIVES MUST SUCK not that mine doesn’t asdfghj

[stevensgrnts]

Hey there favourite captain America movies scenes?

hey! i don’t believe i’ve ever been asked what my favorite scenes are! and to be fair, i love all of them lmao but i guess i’ll explain why i like them rather than give you a time stamp for all the movies. it’ll be under the cut because i suspect this is going to get really long very quickly.

(also this is all coming from the first avenger bc wow i have Thoughts)

“makes you think twice about enlisting?” “nope” one of the running themes of the film is steve’s insecurity and self doubt. he and his colleagues doubts his capabilities but he never doubts his decision to join the army. it’s probably the surest his ever been about anything.  

“it’s illegal to lie on the enlistment forms” THANK YOU BUCKY. steve is 100% chaotic good. yeah he knows what he’s doing is illegal and will eventually get caught if he isn’t careful but he also knows it’s the right thing to do so it overrides any other reservations he may have about the legality of what he’s doing.

steve being lowkey bitter about being set up by bucky. he doesn’t even try to have a good time because he knows as soon as this girls looks at his 5′4, 95 lbs frame, she’ll already have written him off. he’s still polite to her throughout the night though, up until he ditches her though.

steve being too short for the enlistment sign. 

“BECAUSE YOU’VE GOT NOTHING TO PROVE?” listen buck, steve just wants to prove he is enough.

steve having 5 exams in 5 cities just to enlist like BOI

Steve “is this a test?” Rogers

I also really love the Rogers/Hodge parallels throughout the film but i’ll get into those details later.

Steve smiling as Peggy punches Hodge.

fandom likes to paint steve as this giant fucking nerd to which, i don’t always get why but during the bootcamp training sequence i can 100% understand why. homeboy packed WAR STRATEGY NOVELS to STUDY during BOOTCAMP. i lov him omfg.

my ultimate favorite scene is when they’re running and at the halfway point they’re told if they retrieve the flag they get a ride back in the van. no one wants that more than my asthmatic baby steve but he hangs back while everyone in his division clambers up to get it but failing. he uses his noodle and take the entire flag pole DOWN. basically work smarter, not hard: a lesson by steve rogers. (also hodge is looking at the pole kinda wondering why he didn’t think of it)

steve struggling to do push ups and jumping jacks. his actual lack of physical prowess makes colonel phillips want to cry but does not hesitate to jump on a dummy grenade if it meant saving everyone else. 

also in that scene, hodge, who is the colonel’s choice for the serum, ran away from the grenade.

steve becoming really anxious when everyone goes silent when he enters the testing room. he’s not used to people seeing him.

“that wasn’t so bad.” “that was the penicillin.”

when they vita-rays increasingly get stronger, steve starts screaming in pain. everyone was willing to shut the experiment down because they didn’t want steve to die in the name of science which easily could have happened. but steve wanted to prove the 95 pound kid from brooklyn could handle this.

Steve chasing after the HYDRA operative and realizing he can actually run but he’s like a newborn dear though.

I can honestly tell you I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve watched this movie and just now realized Steve was grazed by a bullet.

After the HYDRA operative is dead steve looks himself over and he’s able to wonder what he’s capable of doing in this new body.

“[Erskine] deserved more than this.” Steve means more than being murdered. He means he deserved more than just Steve and Peggy know what he means when he says this. “If it could work only once, he’d be glad it was you.”

Immediately following this, Colonel Phillips tells Steve, he alone is not enough.

STEVE BEING A SHOW BOY. THE BOOTY SHORTS. THE TIGHTS. I LIVE.

“NICE BOOTS TINKERBELL!” okay this is hilarious and i do quote this in day to day life but Hodge is the one that yells this out and the irony is, this could easily have been him on that stage instead of steve.

I wish we could see more of Steve drawing bc it’s such an interesting facet of his personality we seldom see.

i wrote down ‘how many times is steve going to loose bucky’ and it makes me sad so everyone else that reads this is gonna be sad too lmao.

“Do you…fondue?” Steve deadass asked if Peggy was fucking Howard like sTEVE.

When Steve finds Bucky strapped down, he’s mumbling and at first I thought it was nonsensical gibberish but the more I rewatch that part I’m convinced he was reciting his dog tag info. He also has this blank look in his eyes that’s all too familiar in TWS *sobs*

steve leading the march of the liberated soldiers.

PEOPLE FINALLY SEEING STEVE AS BUCKY HAS ALWAYS SEEN HIM.

steve in his military uniform asdfghjk sweet lord

“The little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb to run away from a fight. I’m following him.” 

Steve’s version of a sweetheart grip.

theres no convincing me Steve didn’t consider jumping out of the train to go after bucky.

Steve going to a war torn bar to get rip roaring drunk to mourn and grieve his childhood friend but can’t even get drunk.

“He must have thought you were worth it.” ugh so many people thought steve was worth following except steve.

“So what makes you so special?” “Nothing. I’m just a kid from Brooklyn.” this can be taken as a sarcastic snipe at Schmidt. There’s enough bite to his words to make it so but there is truth in what steve says. He doesn’t think he’s special whatsoever. He just sees himself at that kid from brooklyn with a litle nerve and a whole lotta heart.

The colonel silently telling everyone in the room to leave when steve tells peggy he has to force the plane down. 

“Peggy, this is my choice.” It’s reflective what what Peggy tells Steve when he’s mourning Bucky. He felt responsible because if it weren’t for him, Bucky wouldn’t have been there in the first place. Peggy reminds him it was Bucky’s choice to follow him, that he needed to respect his friends choice. Steve tells Peggy this was his choice because he didn’t want her to feel that same guilt. She understands this and almost immediately stops suggesting to find a way to save him and be with him in his final moments.

When Steve’s feed cuts out, the Colonel looks away, sad almost. I can’t help but wonder if he’s recalling when he told steve he wasn’t enough because he proved to be more than enough.

The Howling Commandos somber toast to Steve. Steve never thought himself as important, let alone someone to leave an impression on people.

Children playing Captain America in the streets because Steve was their hero.

STEVE KNOWING SOMETHING IS HELLA WRONG BY THE AGENTS OUTFIT ALONE (also bc the game that’s playing okay) he spent how long on the road with women? he’s bound to pick up on beauty routines from the 40s and this is all wrong.

this turned into commentary of me watching the movie (which i used this ask as an excuse to watch it again) lmao but i hope you enjoyed this nonetheless.

[authenticaussie]

Do you watch Miraculous Ladybug?? Can I have a fluff request with mari & adrien? Or, if not, then ace being in love with sabo's hero identity, but sabo's in love with marco, who's secretly a villain and in love with ace.

I do actually watch ML!!!! ah HHH it’s so cuteeeee and messy and Great and heroes?????? yes??? heroes are my lifeblood???

also im fucking w h e e z i n g that sounds so amazingly complicated omfgggg.

But anyway I have this old fluff fic that I never finished tho so!!! ;u;

She’ll blame it on her flu. For as long as she lives, she’ll blame her mistake on the fact that her head feels like cotton wool and her nose hasn’t stopped dribbling for the past three hours. 

Her phone light blinks at her, but Marientte’s too shocked to do anything but stare at what she’d written, trying to force herself to move and fix her typo. 

Oh my god, she thinks slowly, eyes going over what she’d sent, and then she can’t even think ‘oh my god’ because her entire head has dissolved into a mess of mortified screaming that goes something like, “oh my god, oh my god, Adrien!? What have I done, how did I do that oh god, Adrien, why don’t I ever think things through, oh my god I can’t believe-

I just accidentally told Adrien that I loved him.”

She fumbles for her phone, rote memory letting her find and call Alya’s contact, and in the small moment before Alya picks up her phone, Marientte’s mind- 

well, it doesn’t settle, per say, but it does stop her from just shouting nonsensical words at Alya across the phone when Alya picks up.

“My life is ruined,” she says, and Alya makes a groggy ‘huh?’ that has Marinette checking the time and wincing. Oh well. Alya’s awake now, and Marinette knows that if she told Alya in the morning, at school, Alya would probably kill her for leaving it so long. “I was texting Adrien, and I think it was because I was sick but I made a typo- well actually, I made two typos and it was ‘love’ and ‘you’ and I tried to fix it, only I wasn’t thinking, and-”

She takes a deep breath, but Alya interrupts. “Mari,” she says, and Marinette wants to suffocate herself with her pillow, “Did you-?”

“I accidentally told Adrien that I loved him!” Marinette wails.

It only takes Alya 0.5 seconds to lose the fight against laughter, and Marinette tries to resist the urge to curl into a ball and never, ever move again.

“This isn’t helping,” she bemoans, pitifully, trying not to cry, and Alya makes a comforting noise amidst her giggles.

Traitor.

“Well, what’d he say back?” Alya asks, patiently, and Marinette does bury her face in her pillow now, giving Alya a muffled scream as her answer. Alya’s laughter multiplies, barely muffled as she tries to avoid waking up her parents.

“I’m doomed,” Marinette whimpers pathetically, pulling her head out of her pillow to stare at the phone and scrolling through her texts with Adrien. “My life is ruined, I’m going to have to move to Antarctica and change my name and never show my face again and maybe he’ll forget it but I’ll never be able to return in case he hasn’t and Alya, he hasn’t texted back ye-”

Her phone buzzed, a line of grinning faces and a cat emoticon designating Adrien’s first text, and then, following that, “love you too, Mari!!!! get better soon.” 

This time Marinette’s thoughts don’t even dissolve into coherent yelling. Instead, the exact summary is probably somewhere along the lines of “asdfghjk” as her brain shuts down.

“ttyl,” Adrien adds quickly after, “I gotta sleep”

love you too, she thinks, and the squeal she muffles grows until she has to smother her face in her pillow again, lest she wake up Tikki or her parents. 

“Alya,” she whispers, phone pressed to her ear and her heart about to burst, “I am going to die, now, and I’m going to die of joy.”

Alya snorts, and Marientte can almost imagine her rolling her eyes. “Goodnight, you big drama queen. Remember we have that test tomorrow!”

“Mmmmhm,” Marinette says back, still staring at Adrien’s words, and Alya hangs up.

When Marinette finally falls asleep, it’s with her thumb against the screen and her body curled around her fragile phone. Love you too, echoes in her dreams all night, and she can’t stop smiling.   

Commissions.

[johannesviii]

The Year of Intelligent Tigers

Some A shit ton of highlights of the last EDA I’ve read (The Year of Intelligent Tigers). Probably my longest post so far.

I took these screens while reading, along with my reactions. As usual, this is full of spoilers.

This book accomplished something unthinkable. It made me want to learn how to play music.

No. Really. That’s a big deal. See, my mother had won a synthetiser in a contest when I was like 7, didn’t care about it, and she decided I should learn the piano ; but the teacher was kind of an asshole and he kept hitting my fingers whenever I got something wrong, so I completely gave up and never tried music ever again. Like, ever. I barely know the notes’ names anymore.

Because of this book, I unearthed that synthetiser (outdated since the mid 90s) from its 18 years-old yellowish plastic sheet, and bought a method to learn how to play the piano. I’m still struggling with the names of the notes and I can barely play a simple four-notes chord without hurting my hands.

This book made me do that.

It’s about identity, cohabitation, difference, colors and music. It also has some of the best aliens in all of Doctor Who, some of the best worldbuilding ever put in the series, flashbacks to some bits of the Earth Arc which should have been in the Earth Arc, chapters ordered like an opera, great characters, top quality escapism - I can’t list everything.

I have a new favorite Eighth Doctor Adventure, and the fact that my previous one was from the same author only highlights how good this one is. 10/10

A little map! Look! It’s like the old adventure books when I was a kid!

Excuse me, what

What is this place? I like it.

Take me there, please.

Holy shit look at this description, it’s like the book blasted music in my face

You’re probably tired of reading this, but for the record, I would like to solemnly thank in person every single writer who shows the more alien side of the Doctor in these books and how his friends react to it.

A++ description

I would be completely lost on this planet since I don’t know anything about music apart from what it looks like to me. I feel you, Anji.

Here There Be Tigers

Look at these two idiots I love them

Hey, their new friend Karl has a slight speech impediment, that’s pretty rare on non-comical characters! I like that.

Hmmm cute? Not permitted? Thank you

Please enjoy this sweet little quiet moment of our favorite Team TARDIS resting under the sun in the grass and Fitz playing the guitar

This planet was made for him, hahaha

I keep saying that team deserves some vacations, so this book is exactly what I wanted, so far. Of course there’s gonna be a disruptive element any moment now, but let them enjoy this planet while they still can.

The more we know about this planet, the more I’m internally yelling PLEASE TAKE ME TO THIS PLANET

“who was full of interest”

Are you two living together & should Fitz be jealous

A wild trope appeared!

SORRY WHAT

IS KARL SADEGHI A SYNESTHETE TOO? OH MY GOD?!

[DOCTOR NYARLATHOTEP INTENSIFIES]

I laughed like an idiot, well played.

Interesting.

“The quest for vodka”

Ok now I want to draw Eight playing the violin

Stop being cute this instant

Also this tweet comes to mind:

Eight. No. Bad. What are you doing. Don’t steal the show.

What ended your last relationship: violin

HOLY SHIT DOCTOR

And now he’s sulking in his room haha, wow.

This whole situation is hilarious, adorable and sad, simultaneously.

There’s something a bit uncanny about these talking tigers, true, but the "Hullow" thing is way too cute to be creepy.

I’m laughing like an idiot too, thank you, book

Oh nooo he’s trying to talk to him through music

What.

SCREAMING

Wait what the f█ck why is there a flashback to 1935?

OH SHIT OH DAMN IT’S A FLASHBACK TO THE EARTH ARC AND TO THE EXACT PART I WANTED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT SINCE THE PREVIOUS BOOK??

Oooooh so that’s why he’s so passionate about music and violin in particular, it’s one of the first things he managed to remember besides his TARDIS!

Also, I can't believe I'm saying this considering how allergic I am to anything related to music theory, but – I kinda want to learn how to play music now. I'm serious. What is this book doing to me.

"Scared to stop in case he can’t ever start again"

That damn flashback nearly made me cry, but it’s over now. Crisis averted.

Geoffrey you’re a very nice tiger but you’re not making much sense

THE TIGERS WANT TO LEARN HOW TO PLAY MUSIC OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS?!

OH NO I LOVE BIG

Doctor what the hell are you wearing

An opera of tigers sounds like a marvelous thing.

And the negociations failed. Obviously. Technically, the humans are the invaders here, not the tigers.

Fitz’s natural response to this situation is "I’m gonna build an anti-tiger armor". Bless him.

"DO I LOOK TIGERPROOF"

YES GOOD 10/10

The anti-tiger armor saga continues.

Ouch. Ouch, ouch ouch.

And this was the end of the anti-tiger armor saga. Long live the anti-tiger armor.

Doctor where the hell are you going, come back here this instant you major alien diva

I love how the "tigers" are only looking superficially like tigers but are something completely different inside, closer to lizards. And they have two opposable thumbs on each paw too. This is so cool.

Is… is Eight going to sulk among the tigers?

I love this so much.

Bounce is so curious and I love her okay

Eight you idiot please try to concentrate

Well I love this too & now I have to draw it too. Damn you, book.

I don’t even know what to say anymore. I love this book. I love this.

Dramatic haircut!

“Neat and soft as clean fur”, oh nooo that’s cute

I… I just realised.

The Tigers look like tigers but aren’t tigers. The Doctor looks human but isn’t human.

I feel like an idiot for not noticing the parallel sooner.

I’m picturing a Tiger sipping coffee and that’s a wonderful mental picture.

Stop it Fitz

OH NOOOOO CUTE

Eight sounds like he’s doing that thing my cat does when he doesn’t want to be picked up and moved somewhere else.

And to think I was admiring how alien Eight was in the previous book.

Talking seems to work better with Tigers than humans in this case anyway.

I love this damn planet and everything on it including the plants.

I also love Chew You the old yellow tiger.

It’s also really strange and I hope we’ll get an explanation for that.

Guys this is cute and I like you both very much, but you do realise there’s simpler roads to reconciliation than "being kidnapped by tigers who want to play the violin and meeting again in the middle of nowhere and play some dramatic music", right?

My list of things I need to draw is getting longer by the minute.

I just like that tiny detail of worldbuilding okay

YES GOOD I WANT TO KNOW TOO

This shouldn’t make me so sad, but it does.

Okay then.Chapters New Who

This planet is still very intriguing and I hope we’ll get some answers.

I’m going to be very disappointed if this is true.

Interesting.

Probably, and I’d love to hear them.

The amount of scenes I want to draw in this book is getting alarmingly important

I WANT TO KNOW

We desesperately need the Tigers’ point of view of this part of the story. What happened. Why.

Woah.

I’m torn between wanting to hug Anji and wanting to laugh at Eight’s look.

Not okay.

Also my mp3 player decided to play Palladio, so I’m gonna make an improvised playlist and I will listen to it for the rest of this book.

Sadness intensifies

I’ve said it already but I love this book’s worldbuilding.

Another entry on our "Fitz CAN have good ideas sometimes" list!

No no go on, it really was a good idea.

Even if we already know for a fact that Fitz can’t sustain this level of awesomeness for more than half an hour, I’m still happy for him.

It’s a song he wrote for Sam oh nooooo

Can I hug Fitz

Look at him he’s so happy

Of course something happened right in the middle of his moment of glory. Of course it did.

Wait, what the f█ck

No Anji asdfghjk stop we still don’t know what that place does

Ohhhh that’s so cool!

I have way too many feelings about Eight trying to be a Tiger okay

So… the Tigers used to be more intelligent? Then something happened, and they built this place to keep their culture safe? I love this oh my god

You don’t realise how long it took to make this liveblog readable because of the sheer amount of reactions boiling down to "I love this" or rows of exclamation marks.

It’s an ark. It’s a damn ark, containing all the culture of their ancestors. Why. What happened. Why am I getting so emotional about talking tigers that lay eggs. WHY.

Okay, that’s it

Breaking news: Year of Intelligent Tigers is officially the third EDA which actually made me cry. And it did it with TALKING TIGERS.

CENTURIES

AN ANCIENT CIVILISATION OF ALIEN TIGERS

Still crying by the way

Once again I’m struggling to not post row after row of exclamation points

Yes yes good I want to see the other rooms

OOOHH. So HE’S responsible for the sudden appearance of the nodes all over the city!

Well, now I’m sad again.

HOLY SHIT

Have I told you how well this book is constructed yet? There’s parts where you follow the whole cast, then individual "solo" chapters, then the whole cast again. There’s references to music even in the construction of the chapters. It’s wonderful.

No Karl no what are you doing

Not really, no

He’s just trying to help, Longbody, don’t be so suspicious.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Port Any was built on top of the ancient Tigers city!

There’s something in my eyes again, dammit

Another line of exclamation points I’m trying to suppress.

If it’s right in the middle of the city, that’s going to be a problem.

COULD YOU ALL STOP BEING SO ADORABLE

EXCUSE ME THIS IS STILL WAY TOO CUTE PLEASE TONE IT DOWN

The Tigers already have a form of music of their own. Every time I think this book can’t get better, it finds a way to do so.

Oh my f█cking god

In a book full of wonderful scenes, I think this one might be my favorite so far. Karl and Eight trying to explain Beethoven to the Tigers. I’m so happy.

Also "sorry, I was watching a bug".

Oh shit oh f█ck oh damn, thank god Longbody was listening

The Tigers are surprisingly reasonable considering what the humans are planning to do.

I still hope this story will end well, though.

Please no

"They were all surrounding a problem, ready to pounce on it and kill it"

Next on my improvised playlist is Beyond the Stars by Cristian Onofreiciuc and I'm overdosing a little bit on beautiful imagery at this point, my head is full of colors

"There were no other Tigers"

I'm so sad and also so happy, this book is doing weird things to my head.

So he still wants to save everyone, not just the Tigers. Of course he does.

GOOD

GOOD²

The bomb got struck by lightning. What. How. What the hell did he do.

I have to admit it's really strange.

Despite all the music and the cultural differences and the environmental message and the anti-colonialist message, the main theme of this book seems to be identity, and I'm always a sucker for that.

Are you telling me we could have had a book in that setting instead of Endgame??

Well I'm sad again now.

Uh. So after remembering how to play the violin, he remembered one particular tune.

Imagine having a song stuck in your head for decades and not being able to recognise it. That's both funny and horrific.

CUTENESS OVERLOAD

Oh nooo they forgot he was more fragile than a Tiger and he's hurt

THIS BOOK NEEDS TO STOP MAKING ME CRY

Also, in its own weird metaphorical way, this book hits way too close to home

Fitz trying to look casual after the whole "the Doctor tried to be a Tiger" thing

Just so you know, the song currently playing in my improvised playlist for this book is The March by Lights and Motion, and this playlist was a terrible idea because it makes everything more intense and the book is already intense enough on its own.

Another thing on my endless list of things I should draw

Would somebody please stop Quick before he does something incredibly stupid again

Thank you Doctor.

Also I'm getting strong Twelve vibes from this bit.

I laughed so hard

Why is every silly little detail in this book making me so sad and so happy at the same time

Not everything has to be about you and your concerto, Karl

Fitz, stop making me laugh, this is supposed to be a tense scene.

KARL WHAT THE F█CK WHY DID YOU DO THAT

ASFGHJJKLMKGJ F█CK YOU KARL WHY

WAIT THAT'S BOUNCE

NO NOT BOUNCE

F█CK NOW I'M CRYING AGAIN TOO

ARE YOU HAPPY NOW BOOK ARE YOU F█CKING HAPPY

So they rediscover their civilisation every two centuries, and then they lose it again, that's some sort of perpetual tragedy and I'm still not okay.

THEY WERE ALWAYS ABLE TO UNDERSTAND THE TIGERS THANKS TO THE TARDIS BUT THEIR BRAINS DIDN'T ASSUME THE TIGERS HAD A LANGUAGE SO IT DIDN'T WORK AT FIRST, THIS IS SO COOL

YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH DAMAGE ALREADY, KARL, STAY WHERE YOU ARE

Fitz, that pun was atrocious

Also RIP Longbody

Okay we're nearly at the end, I need some kind of epic music for this, something very over the top and ridiculous

As it turns out, Creation of Earth by Thomas Bergersen was an excELLENT CHOICE -HOLY SHIT DOCTOR WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THE WEATHER, I mean yeah this is epic but I'm also concerned okay

DON'T ADD EVEN MORE COLOR TO THIS SCENE THERE'S ALREADY A TON OF IT AND BETWEEN THIS AND THE MUSIC I'M KINDA OVERDOSING

THANK YOU THAT WAS AMAZING

WAIT IT'S NOT OVER

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED

YOU DO, HOLY SHIT

Oh my god I just remembered something.

That's exactly what I.M.Foreman told him in Interference. With the riddle involving a baby goose you have to free from a bottle without breaking the bottle yourself. You feed the bird until it's strong enough to break it itself. That's exactly what he's trying to do here. He can't remember that conversation since it happened long before the Earth Arc, but I believe it had an impact on him anyway.

I love that ending. Simple but absolutely wonderful.

This book needs to stop making me sad at unexpected moments.

I wish I could have seen that too.

TIGER MUSIC OH NOOO

...Wait

If this turns out to be the song that was stuck in Eight's head I'm gonna die

LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE, FITZ KREINER

This book was a rollercoaster of emotions until the very end, wasn't it

...and it deserves a standing ovation.

Damn.