#otp: You protect me; I protect you

[lesbianbreastmilk]

We'd pick our way, overhear more in changing You into me and me into you I meant to say that I love you or maybe Feel like a flame, what's happening to me?

what if she was a 10ft tall mind flayer who dresses like a metal singer and got infatuated with a 5'4" private investigator draconic sorcerer aasimar who practices ethically harvested necromancy. Would that be gay asf

[youngpettyqueen]

Julian would take a bullet for Garak because thats just a fundamental part of who he is as a person and I think you could count on one hand the amount of people he WOULDNT take a bullet for. Garak would take a bullet for Julian and it would be entirely because he's so hopelessly and desperately in love with him and he would be fucking MORTIFIED about it. Garak gets shot for Julian's sake and when he wakes up later he's genuinely mad that he survived because now he has to live with the mortification of having gotten shot for this goddamn doctor for the rest of his life

[wistfulwatcher]

1.04 BEAR DOWN | 2.05 TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE

[thequeenofsastiel]

Armand doing anything in s3 other than guarding Louis from the vampires who will attack him would be EXTREMELY out of character and I will die on that hill.

[captainderyn]

[Fic] Unwilling Vows

Summary: Duncan returns from a recruitment trip bearing two recruits. Alistair thinks it is a joke when Duncan says one recruit is the teryn of Highever's daughter, Baraneth Cousland. From the way Duncan refers to her, Alistair imagines a stuck up princess chasing glory and facing reality of what a Blight really is. Instead, he finds a deeply broken woman who has had everything stripped from her, and is forced to face the thought that conscription into the Grey Wardens is not always the life line it is painted as.

Warnings: Mentioned/Implied Character Death, Mentioned/Implied Violence

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Duncan was displeased with his most recent crop of recruits. 

The more the Blight loomed on the horizon, the less recruits successfully made it through the joining, the more often that seemed to be the case. No matter how much the Grey Warden of Ferelden’s need grew for warriors, for bodies, the supply was never enough. 

As it turned out, when the recruitment model involved people with nothing to live for and nowhere to go, it wasn’t exactly the highest quality characters going through the trials. 

It wasn’t easy to become a Grey Warden, and somehow that fact was always left out in the pitch to the criminals, the destitute, and the vagabond. They were hemorrhaging people, whether it was those who fled and were hunted down before they reached the edge of the Korcari Wilds, or those who died within minutes of the Joining chalice touching their lips. 

Alistair hadn’t seen Duncan this ruffled and discontented in a long while, however. 

“You brought two recruits back, that’s two more than last time. Was the travel talk really so horrific?” he tried to jest as Duncan paced by him once again. 

Duncan sent a dark look his way, and Alistair pressed his lips together with a wince. Rarely was his senior in a joking mood, but more often than not he tolerated Alistair’s attempts to diffuse the tension that only seemed to grow with each passing day. 

“The best they could offer me was a mewling welp of an elven mage, too scared of her own shadow to even think of doing the heinous magic her Circle accused her of, and a prideful noblewoman’s daughter who sees becoming fodder for maggots a better alternative to serving her country.” Duncan spat, running his hand over his beard, “I am not confident either will make it through the Joining.” 

Alistair crossed his arms over his chest, muttering, “That seems a little harsh.” 

Any information on the two new recruits had been sparse. They’d arrived a few hours earlier and been shuffled off to a space with open bedrolls to rest from the long journey. The elven recruit, a tiny waife of an elf that was all gangly skin and bones, had passed by earlier with Duncan as he’d led her towards the mages’ tents to get new robes that weren’t blood stained and tattered. She’d kept her head down, her faded ginger hair obscuring her face. 

He’d seen nothing of the other recruit and Duncan’s description finally caught up with him. 

“A noble’s daughter?” he spluttered, “Duncan, we don’t recruit noble’s daughters. They don’t give up their own to our ranks.” 

The Grey Wardens were respected when they’d done their duty, repelled a Blight, and gone off to die in the Deep Roads when their usefulness reached its end. That was their unspoken agreement with society. They were meant to exist as legends, as heroes in stories. Not for the children of nobles to go running off to. 

“Baraneth Cousland.” Duncan said, voice dropping to a near growl. Something had happened either on their journey or during recruiting that was left unspoken and Alistair frowned. Duncan continued, “You would do well to avoid her at the present, Alistair. She is a wretched sort without a grateful bone in her body for what she was spared from. Perhaps she will come around when she sees what the Wardens will provide her with.” 

“Cousland?” Alistair repeated, incredulous, though Duncan was already disappearing into the sea of tents, called to some meeting or another. 

“Cousland.” he repeated, softer to himself.  An old family second in wealth and influence only to the royal family itself. 

Alistair’s frown deepened. He would bet his meager coin pouch that neither the teryn or teryna would give up their daughter willingly to the Grey Wardens. Though he knew they had a son, a few years older than Alistair and well known to be the one in line to inherit the seat of power at Highever, they were not a family known to discard their second borns. 

But if a Cousland was among them, Alistair could not imagine why Duncan would not have taken her to get supplies and why he would have simply dumped her in a spot to rest and recover from the journey. 

Stay away from her sounded an awful lot like he should go seek her out. Casting a furtive look over his shoulder and finding nary a Duncan in sight, Alistair set off to find where the cart had discarded the recruits. 

The elven girl still had not returned to her bedroll, presumably still with the mages at the center of camp. But sitting on a bedroll beside the empty one, a woman his age sat untangling hair with shaking hands.

For a prideful, ungrateful brat as Duncan had described, Alistair expected a prim princess in a flouncy outfit, not a hair out of place with her nose upturned to the commoners around her. 

Instead, all the air went out of his chest. 

Perhaps at one point the well-made tunic she wore had been the deep Cousland blue, the embroidered, interlocked laurel branches once silver. Her tunic was black with dried blood, shredded at the hem and ripped in places with what looked to be oozing nicks from swords and daggers. 

Prideful, he saw in the way she squared her shoulders up at his approach, sitting ramrod straight and folding her hands in her lap. She was every bit a teryn’s daughter as she lifted her chin and as her mabari, a young brindle pup, raised his head in kind to fix too-intelligent eyes on him. 

Maker’s Breath. She still had flecks of blood on her cheeks, matting the strands of her hair into clumps. 

Where could ungrateful fit into that? 

“Baraneth Cousland? I, well, I heard you were here. Not like that, but I’d heard we had a new recruit.” Alistair fumbled under the heavy weight of her stare. Striking, yes, but empty. As if she wasn’t totally there. 

He cleared his throat, “I didn’t see you pass by to the supplier. I thought you might need something.” 

Perhaps he expected something to click and for her to start making demands, ordering him around like her little manservant. That would sound about right for most of the interactions with nobles he had. 

She looked down at herself, running her thumbs along the sides of her hands. Russet stains and dirt flakes off. When her eyes settled on him again, it was like another candle had been blown out within her. 

“Might you show me where to find a wash basin and cloth? And perhaps a change of clothes.” she asked and he was taken aback by how it sounded as though she was concerned about inconveniencing him. 

What had Duncan been on about? 

“Of course!” he shuffled, gesturing towards where the supplier would be, who was supposed to issue all new recruits their clothing, food, and water rations gifted to them before the process of the Joining began. “I’m not sure why Duncan didn’t take you there when he delivered the other recruit to the mages.” 

Baraneth’s expression darkened, “I don’t believe the Warden-Commander took very kindly to me nor I to him.” 

Duncan was not the easiest to get along with, Alistair would concede to that. His Warden-Commander was prickly, overly serious, and all-consumed with the oncoming Blight. Yet even still, it was unusual that he would be outright hostile towards a recruit. 

“Did you not get off on the right foot? I promise he isn’t as harsh as he seems--” 

Baraneth’s lips curled, stony anger sharpening her features. She snarled like a mabari, fierce enough that Alistair almost recoiled. 

“Your wretched leader used my father’s dying breaths to barter for me like chattel! I would’ve died defending my mother and father as was my place, yet he ripped that choice from me, dragged me away as my father bled out on the cobblestones of our estate--” 

Baraneth sucked in a sharp breath, pressing her mouth into a thin line. The young mabari by her side lifted his head, grumbling discontentedly at his mistress’ apparent distress. 

“And you would not call that harsh?” she finished, voice evened out and flat almost on command. 

Alistair’s mouth went dry and he rocked as if struck, “I believe there’s a misunderstanding, I do not know what you’re talking about.” 

Baraneth looked stricken, her brows knitting together, “Word of the slaughter of my family has not spread? Howe has covered it so flawlessly?” 

Slaughter. Family. Dying breaths and bargains. Alistair’s heart felt like it was plummeting into the earth, his stomach flipping with how horribly out of touch his comment had been. 

“There’s been no word of what happened at the Cousland estate that has reached here.” 

“Then Fergus does not know…that man promised. My papa’s life for getting my safety and word to my brother.” She said, speaking to herself. 

Baraneth fixed Alistair with glassy, empty eyes. He feared he’s well and truly shattered something within her. “We saw my brother off to fight darkspawn in the south, and I damned to be here.” she gave a mirthless laugh. “I have no way of sending word to tell him that his mama and papa and his wife and son were slaughtered like cattle in their beds.”

 There were no words that Alistair could call swiftly to his mind to say. This was well and truly more horrific than anything he could have assumed brought her to Ostagar. He had thought he would find a woman who bit off more than she could chew, seeking glory. Not a woman the same age as he who’d been so thoroughly stripped of everything that had been hers. 

People came to the Grey Wardens when they had nothing left to live for. The Grey Wardens were not supposed to leave them with nothing to leave for. 

Questions swirled around his mind; what had happened, what had Duncan done to aid her, why did she speak as though he’d given her no choice about taking a Warden’s vows. 

Silent tears tracked down her cheeks and it was clear that she was no longer seeing him. 

“Can I bring you a basin, some clothes, and perhaps some food? You’ve traveled far.” Alistair asked softly. “Some food for the hound as well? We have a small kennel with supplies.” 

For it sounded like what she needed was someone to extend human kindness to her. 

A brief moment of clarity swept across Baraneth’s face and she looked almost surprised at his offer, looking at him the way one would look at the glimmer of the sun after weeks of rain. Then it was gone, her face hollowing out again. 

She squeezed her eyes closed, and whispered, “Please.”

[finalgirlkateausten]

“will you call me when you got there safely?” + Cam and Arastoo?

I neeeeed to write these two like I need air so thank you for this prompt. Set post-canon/present day. I'm listening to midnights while I write this and honestly that's probably a threat all things considered

"I'm sorry, Arastoo," Cam sighs, "I really wanted to be there."

"You don't need to apologize, Cam," her husband says. "We're no stranger to murder victims messing up our schedules."

"But tomorrow is a big day for you, and I wanted to be there," Cam protests. "It's bad enough you have to drive up tonight by yourself, I can't believe I'm not going to see your first keynote presentation."

"We can only hope there will be more," Arastoo points out with a self-deprecating laugh. "And Michelle already said she would drive Isaiah and Jordan up, so you don't have to worry about a seventeen-year-old on I-95. Of course I wanted you here, but it's not as if I'll be alone-- and I'm sure nobody at the lab would mind if you put the livestream on."

"You make a good point," Cam acquiesces, shaking her head at Arastoo's innate talent for relieving her anxiety. "You should send Tyler the link too-- I remember being nineteen, I bet he'll take any excuse for a break from finals studying this time of year."

Arastoo laughs again. "Will do."

"Doctor Saroyan," says a new grad student who hasn't stopped shaking like a leaf since her arrival, "Doctor Brennan sent me to ask when--"

Cam holds a hand up to stop her and turns away, unwilling to hang up the phone yet. "Babe, I have guts to get through, but you'd better believe I'm gonna be breathing down Booth's neck to get this over with so we can all celebrate together as soon as possible."

"That's not necessary." She can hear his smile. "I love you. Good luck with the guts."

"Call me when you get there safely?" The intern isn't leaving, despite the fact that the body obviously still has flesh on it. "I love you too."

"I'll call. Give the boys my love too."

"Of course, Arastoo." Cam sighs and turns back to the grad student. "Drive safe. Bye."

"Doctor Brennan wants to know if the bones are--"

"Do they look clean?" Cam snaps. Usually she tries her best not to be short with the interns, but she's not in the best of moods today.

"I'll tell her you're still busy," the student says meekly.

Cam sighs and drops her head into her hands.

[itsnotacostume]

yeah <3

[aceghosts]

From one person with a Joseph fucker OC to another, I'd love to see that ship template done with Blue and Joseph. I think they're an interesting Joseph ship and am intrigued by the dynamic. (You may have also introduced me to 'when I watch the world burn, all I think about is you' and now it's pretty much the official ship song for my own deputyxJoseph ship. Love putting that man in a position where the one he loves struggles with the reality of potentially turning their back on him in the end.)

Anon, I've got you! Here is the Blue and Joseph ship template:

(Originally, I tried to do Joseph with yellow font, but it wasn't very legible. I switched to gray instead.)

I'm glad you enjoy When I Watch The World Burn All I Think About Is You! It's one of my favorite song on my Blue/Joseph playlist, and it definitely gives me such Deputy/Joseph Vibes. A great choice to make it the song for your Deputy/Joseph!

And thank you! I'm really glad you enjoy their dynamic; I'm always really happy to hear that. Haha, I wanted to write a realistic but interesting dynamic where both characters could be themselves.

[leslieseveride]

watch me go insane when those clips of  tim and lucy saying “the thing you learn early on as police officers, is that your future is never certain.” and “anything can happen to anyone at any time.” in the opening recap 5x19.

like.... full exorcist, head spinning around on shoulders insane.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

hey op how dare

you've threaded the needle of s1 chaggie i think

Charlie’s growth from answering only exactly what Vaggie says “You didn’t fail me!” “You do so much-”

to Charlie reactively choosing words that share the weight of the hotel after realizing Vaggie’s feeling a lot of pressure “We work as a team” “We’ll figure it out. Together”

then Charlie proactively picking a specific word, even when things are going good, for who she sees Vaggie as in general “My partner”

She is noticing something’s wrong and trying to say things that tell Vaggie it’s okay, but at the same time she’s saying these things in connection to hotel stuff and Vaggie having done something to help their hotel.

Which feeds right into Vaggie's “If I can’t help you what’s the point of me?” lack of self, warping protecting Charlie into protecting Charlie even from Vaggie's own pain and problems, even when Charlie is right there trying to reach out to her.

It doesn't matter that Charlie calls them a team or says they'll work it out together, all Vaggie sees is her trust building activity actually having good result in the end and how happy that made Charlie and everyone. She doesn't notice, or brushes off, how sad Charlie looked even with the hazbin's getting along, before Vaggie came back.

Vaggie is shown being more important to Charlie than the hotel but Vaggie doesn't see that.

Being introduced to her girlfriend's dad as "my partner" catches her by surprise, but this is after she helped Charlie invite Lucifer here in the first place, so it still fits.

Charlie asks her to come to heaven and instead of the word partner being used as a chance for Vaggie to say something outright, even just a flat 'I'm not comfortable with this' or 'I don't want to', for her it's a guilty reminder of Charlie needing her and of Charlie trusting her and how much she wants to earn that, so she caves in like always, finding an excuse to push her own stuff down and focus on Charlie and the hotel.

And Charlie's still only paying attention to what Vaggie actually says- like you say- no amount of uncomfortable body language or pathetic attempts at coming up with an excuse not to go to heaven registers with Charlie as long as Vaggie says “Fine” in the end.

Because if Vaggie says it then Vaggie must mean it, right?

Vaggie visibly cracking and barely holding herself together on the roof, saying "I’d- I’d like to be alone for a minute" as she pushes Charlie away, so Charlie stops trying to reach out and leaves her alone.

She hurts when Vaggie is sad and wants to help Vaggie, but the only way Vaggie ever says Charlie can help her is by, not helping her. Which doesn't work for either of them.

So Charlie tries, but her verbal efforts always come paired with actions that undercut her meaning with the words for Vaggie. And Vaggie keeps painting over her actual actions and reactions with words that hide how she’s really feeling from Charlie.

It takes Rosie saying straight out that words aren’t what matters most for Charlie to start really unpeeling her and Vaggie’s relationship. The idea that Vaggie might be saying more with her actions than with what she does or doesn't tell Charlie, and that she might feel she needs redeeming.

Once Charlie has that framework she quickly can shuck off the current layer of fear.

The Exorcist thing is an after thought, Charlie's anger and hurt is over the unspoken lie and the potentially devastating thought that if Vaggie could lie about one important thing to her, then maybe Charlie's one constant support, the woman who's been her closest family for the last few years, could be lying about loving Charlie too.

But that’s not what Vaggie’s actions say, and the moment Charlie can see that is the moment her anger and hurt go away.

We get to see Charlie try out a whole new way of connecting with the woman she loves, after a lot of trial and error and really painfully avoidable failure.

She uses actions instead of words when she meets Vaggie at the gate, in episode 7.

"I got you a souvenir from Cannibal Town!" while showing she was thinking of Vaggie when they were apart, before she had ANY idea if Vaggie would be coming back successful from her trip to Carmilla's.

“The wings are new. They look nice~” while casually touching Vaggie’s angel wings, just a normal, slightly flirty compliment like if Vaggie had shown up with a new haircut, like her wings change how she looks but don’t change her.

“Come on. Let’s go home” while holding Vaggie close, making it clear this is them going to their home together.

Charlie doesn't do what she did in ep 3 here. Aside from not wanting or letting Vaggie apologize, she throws out the whole old script, she doesn't answer anything Vaggie said or use words to say what she really means. She just shows Vaggie she isn't mad and was missing her. She's just calm and casual and interested in Vaggie's wings. She wants to be with Vaggie in their home.

Does she have any idea how self-destructive Vaggie's form of self-sacrificing love really was and still mostly is?

No.

The one time she glimpsed it, in ep 3, Vaggie's later words framed it as a short term situational problem "I’m sorry I got so crazy today-” and back then Charlie was still only paying attention to the words. Charlie knows Vaggie can have terrible thoughts on bad days, she doesn't yet get that those thoughts are driving most of Vaggie's actions every single day.

At the same time, thanks to her own talk with Carmilla, Vaggie's understanding of what it even means to protect the ones she loves has also shifted by the end of season 1.

Carmilla gave her pointers on how to not fight like the Exorcist she used to be. Exorcists never bother with self defense and it got one of them killed, so Carmilla's advice boiled down to don't be out for hate or revenge, focus on love and protecting the people you love.

Which for someone who judges and hates herself as much as Vaggie does, means putting her own self loathing on the back burner. She's very careful about protecting herself in her fight with Lute and it's probably what lets her come out of the fight alive. She fought for herself with everything she had then and there so she could be around for Charlie later on.

It's not the same as not hating herself, but it's a more realistic version of being someone's armor. It involves also looking after herself a little.

Season 1 gives Chaggie the tools they need to have a conversation in the future, or more like, the tools to get to the point where they both realize there IS a conversation they need and want to have.

The irony that the biggest thing Vaggie does for Charlie is just hold her hand during a phone call, that she hears Charlie call her "partner", she sees Charlie lose all hope and faith in herself the moment their relationship gets undercut, the irony that Vaggie can come find sad Charlie and see her hopeless and help her feel better but Charlie isn't allowed to do that for her even though she tries and she WANTS to, and Vaggie still can't see what Charlie has been telling her this whole time.

All Charlie needs from Vaggie is Vaggie. She doesn't want protection from Vaggie's secrets or bad days, she wants to see them too. And that's, ironically, the one thing in the entire season that Vaggie's been too scared to give her.

So far, anyway. Maybe that's already started to change.

OR they can spend the next 300 years exactly like this. it is SO delicious

charlie's low empathy/high sympathy desperation to help people without ever really understanding WHY they feel the way they do + vaggie's complex about needing to be useful to the people she loves or else she's worthless = charlie completely mistaking vaggie's self-sacrifical behavior for an expression of love and not the trauma response that it is, because all she's grasping are the literal words out of vaggie's mouth and not the alarming nuances of terrified self-hatred lurking underneath

[lesbianbreastmilk]

Still thinking about the Emperor's romance and how it spans across the three acts in such a subtle but strong way. Like with Badri, she definitely didn't know what to believe at first, didn't immediately start using the tadpoles. Every time they met in the Astral Prism, she felt drawn to the guardian in a way that went beyond her understanding. No one had ever wanted to protect her; she has a pretty conflicted past in which she has sought to help others to the point of her own suffering. And I think the martyr pov comes from the fact she's a half-aasimar with an enstranged connection to cosmic divinity. That's why she sought to learn magic often, even the magic looked down by others, like necromancy and its uses for medicine and investigation. (The murder mystery in the Act 3 is her jam because she's good at it with Speak with the Dead lol and technically her job if you take away the tadpole mess.)

BUT what I'm trying to say is that she knew the guardian was lying to her. Plainly. She can tell. She went the crèche path just because she wanted to know more about the prism and test the waters with the guardian. As much as their conversations were pleasant and her presence was warm, Badri lived a life that she got to know the minds of the strangest people you could find; being a private investigator does that to you. In the prism, when the Emperor thinks you're about to kill her, it really dawned on Badri that this was a situation where she had to trust this guardian she knew little about because despite all subterfuge she really seemed to want to protect her and her companions. I think this is where the similarities between the Emperor and Badri start because they're both pretty strange people in their own way. Both sacrifice a lot for others with a goal in mind - and sometimes their good intentions fall short because they can't anticipate every angle. No matter how much they claim they might.

With Badri, she had a strange-ass friendship with my durge, and they met while she was investigating murder sprees in BG; Badri tried her best to try and bring my durge out of her pact with Bhaal. She could see the person beneath the reigns of a bloody god. But never managed, especially since Orin is particularly nasty and obessesive. And to her, Badri's meddling was annoying even if it proved to be an opportunity to get Solemn and Equinox (my durge's name) captured and tadpole'd. I envision they travel together, but Badri never tells Solemn and Equinox about her past because she believes this is her break to make a change. So you get why I think the Emperor and Badri are alike. Both omit things because they believe it'll help in the long run; given Badri is a beacon of shiny light with mostly noble intentions and the Emperor is a shady little shadow with personal goals. They make the whole puzzle fit.

The first time the guardian/Emperor is vulnerable with Badri, she hugs her without a second thought. Because Badri has made up her mind, that whatever her secret is, she'll have a good reason to keep it hidden for now. When they touch, it feels so serene for a second and stirs a connection between them that was already taking shape, like a cord made of gold among a starry realm. Every time they meet the scent of vanilla and garlic is present which is a smell she attributes only to the guardian's presence. And that's when she tells the guardian: "You protect me, I protect you." It's almost like sealing their destiny as intertwined. I know the companions often wonder why she is such a jovial soul, but a bit of a loner, and it's really because she seldom connects with others. But when she does? It's until the end.

When it's finally revealed that the guardian is a mind flayer, she is surprised, but not in a bad way. Because finally, everything made sense. She had humored the hypothesis in her mind, but it seemed so far-fetched. But now standing next to it, helping it, and hearing its voice as they are, she understands the visage. She sees how it mirrors each other; the glowing eye and scar, the purple and red tones of her make-up. The guardian is as much as part of the Emperor as anything else. But this form is its essence. Where the warmth and care come from. So Badri does stare, but unlike the Emperor's self-conscious comment, "stop looking at me like that," it's just because she gets it now. And it excites her. She wants to know everything it may be willing to share.

The Emperor is squid over heels with Badri and it is very evident when it shares everything they were in their past life. It wants her to know, it wants her to be its star amidst the darkness of thoughts and tiresome loneliness. I firmly believe it seeks companionship because it wants to love so badly, but mind flayers have no blueprint for it. Enslaved by an Elder Brain and driven to enslave others, so to the Emperor, freedom is everything. And Badri is as free as they come, with an insane background and species. She is as weird as it comes in a package of humanoid. Star-like eyes, always topless, wings of celestial nature, and a job unfit for her kind. At least in the eyes of the gods.

She likes mortality and people. And the Emperor does too, albeit it sucks at connecting with others while Badri is pretty good at it. It is madly in love with her because she is so accepting of who they were, who they became, and who they are now.

I think the romance/sex scene is the first time the Emperor got intimate with another person while being a mind flayer (those desperate squid moans are sub-mode sorry 🫵🏻🦑), and it holds probably a meaning beyond words. That's why their mind connection fills the gap of words. They mean the world to each other. And the pleasure they derive from this love is endless.

Badri is not scared of its predator nature, and the Emperor can fully embrace itself in Badri's arms. Tentacles in the pussy and all.

Oh, and also Badri didn't particularly care the Emperor didn't tell her it was Balduran before becoming a mind flayer. It's something that clearly brings him mixed emotions, so she respects that it didn't want to share such painful aspect of its past and who they were (and no longer are). Also, she thinks Ansur is kind of an ass for trying to kill his friend because it was a "mercy death" instead of becoming a ""monster."" She tries to be neutral, but it's the same thing with Lae'zel where she's like "that's not a ""ghaik"" it's my beautiful purple wife 💜 🥰🫶🏻"

[ednaeflowers]

[ I ALMOST FORGOT , JENNY. BUT HAPPY VALENTINE’S AGAIN !!! ]

[wistfulwatcher]

2.08 IT CHOOSES | 1.03 THE DOLLHOUSE

[nobleriver]

HER SMILE IN THE FIRST TWO SO HAPPY SO LOVESTRUCK I AM IN A GLASS CASE OF EMOTION And also the way the Doctor is surprised and unsure what to do with his hands (bless) but still immediately closes his eyes and kisses back And then he settles into it and it's wonderful and beautiful The last gif really gets me cause it's from afar but you can see them both fully giving themselves to the kiss And wow because I'm not done flailing over River in the first two gifs. I feel like that more than anything else tells us what their marriage is like So happy and loving and there's so much trust in each other's love (THORS!River was blinded by grief for the Ponds I will die on this hill) Because she fully expects a goodbye kiss (SO CUTE!) and when he asks if he's forgotten something she's just so in love and adoring Shaking her head with full hearteyes and saying 'shut up' and confidently pulling him into a kiss Because they don't just Old Married Couple Bicker™ they also tease each other and laugh and there is so so much happiness there I will never get over not getting full episodes seeing them in the golden years of their relationship But even without them. This short moment tells us SO MUCH So much of their relationship is only hinted at or referenced but never shown but despite that you fully believe the relationship Because snippet scenes like this give so much depth Yowzah (@whogirl42)

DOCTOR WHO | Day of the Moon (6.02)

What? That's it? What's the matter with you? Am I forgetting something?

[totentnz]

babies!! more under the cut

[koushirouizumi]

m E: ... If my ship isn't "canon", "Ferne" x "Schluss" definitely IS