#part 6b

[cherrywperson]

THE REALIZATION - part 3

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[p4nishers]

with eddie confirming he only married shannon bc of chris and his disastrous relationship with ana i think it's pretty safe to say that he's gay. he is SO gay and i was right.

[burnthatbridge]

still not sure what inspired the software update {made using this template by @jessource}

[blackhholes]

Teen Wolf as Horror Subgenres

Season six B: Cosmic Horror

[non-plutonian-druid]

babies!

i hope none of you thought i *wouldnt* be making centaur delores. As usual, her level of realness is ambiguous but it's a silly au so the answer can be "very" if that's what floats your boat. Also, note that she's taller than five is. that's what we in the business call "foreshadowing"

[ID: Two drawings of baby apocalypse five and real person! delores as centaurs. In the first, they are both standing looking at each other. Five is looking skeptical; almost, for example, as if he ran into another person in an empty wasteland where he was expecting everyone to be dead. Delores is smiling mischievously, because she knows she's about to make a friend. In the second image, Delores is rolling around on the ground with her horse legs going everywhere. Since her horse half is a foal, this is a lot of legs to be going everywhere. Five has his hands on his hips as he looks down at her. In both, Five is wearing an apocalypse survival outfit, while Delores is wearing a cute top. End ID.]

[chaosandwolves]

I literally have no doubt anymore about Buddie going canon

Everything adds up

Every parallel, all the symbols and references, just every little detail adds up.

And then we have the things that are louder even

like the damn couch, like the interviews, like the looks Eddie gives Buck (the poker date was insane. That's not how you look at your no homo best friend)

And the obvious: Buck is Christopher's dad

Yeah I'm so absolutely convinced by now

There is just no way they did all that just to be like.... Ah no

It's been building up for so long now and the insanity we have in 6b is the finish line

They've been collecting all the hints and details and are displaying them for us once more before they finally reveal the whole picture in all its beauty

Cause if Buddie isn't the conclusion, the grand finale... What could it possibly be? Especially cause we only got 4 eps left

Buddie is coming home

[galacticlamps]

I'm going to uno reverse card you and say: for the fic guessing game, 'light'?

lol that's fair

apparently I talk about light a lot (go figure) so have this one that happens to be in the middle of its story's 'Oh' moment:

But perhaps, somewhere along the line, Jamie had slipped, and now . . . well now, standing on the balcony of a palace on another planet, with the Doctor dipping his head nearer just to hide his eyes from the light - nearer, and not farther, which would've been just as easy - no, now he had to admit something was different. When it had changed or whether it hadn't at all and he'd simply been too fool to realize it before he couldn't say, and it didn't matter anyway - he knew it now, and that scared him.

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And just for kicks, under the cut I'm gonna put a longer excerpt from a totally different fic that came up while I was ctrl+f-ing 'light' in my wips - mainly because it happens to be part of a scene from a longish 'the Doctor & Jamie reunite with Zoe in 6b' story which is nowhere near completion, but feels relevant given the boxset Big Finish released last week (not that I've gotten a chance to listen to it yet, but still).

Zoe sat across from Jamie, her elbows on the table, her chin resting atop her hands - but she wasn't relaxed. She stared at him intently, and actually narrowed her eyes as he watched.

"What?" he asked, already defensive, and following through on an old self-conscious instinct, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. With no mirror in sight, he looked to the Doctor to check if he'd somehow gotten something on his face already, but he looked just as baffled. Zoe hadn't broken her concentration yet.

"I'm trying to figure out if I'm older than you," she announced, still deep in thought.

"Ah--" the Doctor began, grinning wickedly, but whether he was going to answer her or merely tease they never found out, because Jamie shot an arm out lightning quick, as if to hold him back.

"No' so fast, you. Let the girl work it out."

He finished chewing and settled himself squarely in front of her for inspection. She continued to stare. "Y'know, I'm surprised you're having such trouble telling," he taunted. "After all, how old are you now?"

She opened her mouth at first to protest that she was under no obligation to announce her own age while he continued to keep his secret, but she still thought she might figure it out - and if she couldn't, she at least had the Doctor to rely on to make Jamie tell the truth.

So she shrugged. "I'm 41. But everyone here thinks I'm 39. I was born 39 years ago, of course, but counting chronologically from the time I left the Wheel with you in the Tardis, I aged two years before the Time Lords returned me to my own time. That was twenty-one years ago, now," she added, unable to judge if the faint waver of wistfulness in her voice was truly audible, or if it was just her own imagination. Thankfully, neither of them pressed her on it.

"Well, y'see, Zoe," Jamie began slowly, still chewing his last mouthful after she finished her explanation and sat waiting calmly for his reply. The Doctor leaned forward too, seemingly intrigued, though it must only have been to see what answer Jamie would try. "I was born in 1724," he paused and washed down his food with a swig from his glass, and for a moment Zoe had the grace to assume he was just working through his calculations, as she had done. "So I'm pretty sure I'm older than you," he finished, setting the glass back down on the table triumphantly.

All at once she felt a young girl again, a devilish light in her eyes. She wanted to jump across the table and tackle him - but that wasn't what Madam Presidents did. "Why, you--"

"They don't traditionally swear at their guests either, Ms. Heriot."

She turned on the Doctor, shocked. "You read my mind," she began, more impressed than accusatory, but he did at least have the decency to look sheepish.

He coughed politely. "Only to, ah, verify your math. And I'm sure you could feel my presence there, if you think about it."

"I could but I didn't know that's what it was. You've gotten so much better at it."

"Had to," he said simply, and shrugged, his eyes downcast.

Well, there was more to that, clearly, she thought, filing his deliberately nonchalant expression away for closer inspection later - but for now she was not about to be deterred. She snapped her eyes and her attention both back to Jamie.

"Still, we both know the Doctor obviously continues to value honesty and accuracy, so surely he'll tell me how old you are, even if you won't."

"Not if I ask him not to - right, Doctor?"

"Well . . . " he began, noncommittally drawing the word out so long that Zoe actually had time to wonder what his plan was for once he ran out of vowel. Jamie looked so genuinely horrified it was downright comical, and she had to force herself not to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

"We're married, Doctor," he reminded him, indignant.

"Oh, but it's Zoe," he complained, sounding every bit the petulant child she remembered he could be, all those years ago. "And as far as I can remember, none of the ceremonies we ever partook in had anything in the vows about obeying. Although I might be wrong . . ." he added under his breath, scratching his head.

"Charming," Jamie grumbled.

"Well, when we've had as many weddings as we have it can be quite a lot to keep straight in your head. You know, I sometimes wonder if we might qualify for some kind of an all-time record. If we hadn't the need to be covert about so many of them, of course."

"Stop that!" she snapped, and the Doctor turned back to her, the picture of confused innocence.

"Stop what?"

"You're trying to help him without helping him, just by distracting me. Naturally, I want to hear everything about all these weddings of yours, and I will see to it that you'll be having another one while you're here, like it or not--"

"Yes ma'am," Jamie quipped, mock-serious.

"--But first, I am going to find out how old you are, James Robert McCrimmon, and if you force me to use your husband to do it, then that decision is on you."

Jamie mopped his face with his napkin and came out of it smiling. He stretched and dropped an arm around the Doctor's shoulders, perfectly relaxed. Already, Zoe felt her heart sink, but she was careful to keep her composure.

"I'm only pullin' your leg. I'm 44."

"What, really? And you expect me to just believe that?" She raised an eyebrow in challenge but then glanced at the Doctor to confirm, and when he nodded she allowed her facade to crumble, rolling her eyes. Of course she had known when she'd first laid eyes on them that they'd be cutting it close, but Jamie still had quite a bit of that boyishness about him that had made it frustrating enough being his junior the first time around, and she really thought she might genuinely have enjoyed being just a hair older than him, for a change. After all, if you had to be ripped apart from your family and sent to separate timezones to live out your lives forever wishing for an improbable reunion, it might as well be good for something. But Jamie was far too smug looking now to be pretending, and Zoe knew it. "Oh, some people have all the luck," she groaned, dropping her arms and collapsing back dejectedly against her seat.

"Aye," Jamie said, leaning in over the table to follow her, "and some people live 22 years on Earth before they meet a time traveler, then spend 5 years with him before his people erase their memory and send them home to live another 5 before he's allowed to come pick them up again, and then force the pair of 'em to've spent 12 years so far working for them. Some people, eh?" he finished hotly, swiping his glass off the table again and raising it to his mouth in one fluid motion to take a long drink. But even so, his face was not so totally obscured from view that Zoe couldn't make out the amused curl at the corner of his lips, and when she caught his gaze again the glimmer in his eye was all fondness, just as it was with Doctor's and, she knew, her own.

Yes, no matter the circumstances, it was certainly good to see them again.

[dr-shortsighted-owl]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the amazing @homerforsure @rogerzsteven @alyxmastershipper and @spotsandsocks - thank you all, you wonderful lots

I’m so damn close to finishing off chapter 1 of the 6b!Lightning strike spec fic - Titled: Charge Seperation (because im a damn science nerd...)

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Its not like it hasn't rained in LA since the tunnel collapse, not by a long shot, what with global warming and all - a voice that sounds suspiciously like Buck supplies sagely in his mind even as the man stands beside him, quiet and still cowed.

The sudden tightness of his lungs surprises Eddie. He brings a hand to his chest, closes his eyes, and tries to breathe.

There's no tunnel, no loose earth and hard-rock pelting his shoulders. He’s not racing against time to save a child. Water isn't rising around him, enveloping him in shockingly cold darkness, trying to slip up his nose and down his throat. There's no blinking red light or last ditch hail mary on a single breath. 

No moment of weightless fear.

Except here, the driving rain and the storm seem to snare him.

- 

Tagging: @hippolotamus @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @mellaithwen @thosetwofirefighters @ajunerose @rewritetheending @the-likesofus @monsterrae1 @bekkachaos @fatedbuck @jobairdxx @thekristen999 @jinxddiaz @mumucow

[buckleyirondad]

I have the entire map of a plot for 6x11 ‘in another life’ with the AU idea that ‘Daniel survived’ that my poor little daydreamer self will be sad not to see it. 

[hesgomorrah]

realizing i'm posting this for no one cause nobody's read world game but i'm sad about serena again

[jacereaall]

WIP !! this ones called "im never leaving my moms house" hoping to finish it before my schools march exhibition

[cherrywperson]

love

haha tsb reference

[p4nishers]

gay ppl are addicted to adding 'man' to the end of every love confession like they're not totally in love

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

BEHIND BLUE EYES

It all started out as an itch that begged to be scratched. The Winter Soldier's basic primal urges weren't wiped away with his memories. When he saw you, those urges resurfaced and you were willing, nay happy, to stroke the beast. But these urges and actions inevitably lead to more and HYDRA doesn’t allow feelings to interfere with their agenda.

Pairing: Winter Soldier x HYDRA!reader, Bucky Barnes x HYDRA!reader

Word count: 47.5k in 12 parts.

Warning: 18+ MINOR DNI. Smut... lots of it, with hint of a plot. Guided masturbation, hand job, oral sex (f), unprotected sex, creampie, PinV/penetrative sex, sex pollen, choking, multiple orgasms, oral sex (m), voyeurism, somnophilia, breeding kink, dirty talk, body worship, mutual masturbation, physical violence, fugitive situation, loss, death. Some poorly translated Russian. If you see anything you think I should add to the warnings, please let me know! FYI, I love a good happy ending.

Posting schedule will be Mondays and Fridays around 7.30am ACT / 4.30pm EST / 1.30pm PST / 9.30pm BST

A/N: Constructive feedback is appreciated, comments and reblogs are life giving! Please be kind to me, I have a very fragile ego!

MASTERLIST

1: LONGING

2: RUSTED

3: SEVENTEEN

4: DAYBREAK

5: FURNACE

6A: NINE (part 1)

6B: NINE (part 2)

7: BENIGN

8: HOMECOMING

9: ONE

10: FREIGHT CAR

EPILOGUE: REQUIEM

[radioapple-heathen]

📻🍎 Headcanons I will die violently on a hill for:

1. Lucifer 👏 carried 👏 Charlie 👏 (this hc can be dragged from my cold, dead hands). He's an angel and a shape shifter, you telling me my man couldn't magic a vagina/womb if he wanted to?

2. Alastor's hair is naturally wavy/curly, and he uses magic/routine to keep it straight (a habit from his human years to help him remain 'white passing' as a mixed race child in the 1920s). Lucifer loves Alastor's curls and is strangely possessive of them (only Lucifer gets to see them 🥲).

3. Lucifer plucks his wings as a way to cope with his anxiety, and Alastor is very cross when he does this, because, like Lucifer is with his curls, Alastor is possessive of Lucifer's wings.

4. Lucifer's snake is an extension of himself just like Alastor's shadow is an extension of him. The alternative is that Lucifer turns into his snake when he can't maintain his human form (Ruination of Lucifer responsible for this hc).

5. Alastor makes excellent coffee (keelywolfe's fault).

6a. Lucifer loves to wear Alastor's clothes. He'll make a nest of them and everything.

6b. Alastor will bitch and moan about Lucifer being a clothes thief but he (non so) secretly loves it. His man looks fine in red.

7. Alastor is Lucisexual. As a fellow ace, I am certain this is actually part of the spectrum.

8. Lucifer is obsessed with Alastor's ears/tail/chest fur/antlers and struggles with cuteness aggression over them.

9. Alastor nuzzles Lucifer with his ears to scent him.

10. Music/dancing is a HUGE part of their relationship. 🥲

[onemore2morrow]

I don’t know if this makes sense and I’m probably gonna delete it eventually because Trump administration and internet tracking 🤪

I have seen so many white women on TikTok talk about the “4b” movement or “boycotting men”. I’ve also seen so many white women talking about a “loss for women everywhere” and “the devastating feeling of being a woman” and “is this what katniss felt like?”. And those feelings are valid, I’m not one to tell people how they can / can’t react during a world changing election. (I also know the katniss one is usually a joke).

But 53% of us couldn’t even band together to vote for a qualified black woman over a literal rapist. We need to swallow that. We need to address that. And that same 53% is commenting things like “He doesn’t want you anyway🤪” or “More for me!” on posts talking about things like a sex ban or 4B movement. There is no sisterhood, and there will be no “4B, 5B, 6B, or 7B” movement so long as 53% of white women continue to center men. Even out of those of us that did vote for Kamala or third party, some of us didn’t break up with our republican boyfriends/fiances/husbands until yesterday. And make no mistake, I am so proud of those of you who did finally find the courage to end that relationship. I’m not shaming you. But I am saying we cannot rely on this “sisterhood”.

There is no sisterhood in whiteness, because white supremacy and far-right ideologies are inherently based on in group fighting and othering. Make no mistake, you can find sisterhood in your white friends, women, and groups. But there’s a difference. Sisterhood and female solidarity has never been a part of whiteness. Which is why it is so important we center poc and specifically black voices during the next years ahead. Not to put labor on them, not as an excuse to not work, but because this “sisterhood” we speak of doesn’t exist. Not without acknowledging race. If we truly want to see change, we need to start decentralizing ourselves from the conversation. We need to unpack whiteness. And we need to unpack our main character syndromes.

What does this mean?

No handmaids tale cosplays.

No “we’re the daughters of the witches you couldn’t burn”.

No “I was raised by Katniss Everdeen”

Again, I am not saying that sisterhood doesn’t exist among white women. But I am saying sisterhood centered around whiteness will never be as strong or as potent as intersectional, anti-racist sisterhood. And if we really, really want to see change, we need to unpack this and we need to unpack this yesterday.

I hope this makes sense.

Sincerely,

An Embarrassed, Disappointed White Woman

p.s.

I’m not saying anything new. But unfortunately, if it’s from a fellow white woman I’m hoping more people will listen.