#teddy | rory

[eclvpses]

for: @plantfeed location: outside the pearl

After the ball - after Freya, after everything - Teddy felt nothing short of worn out. Overrun and taxed and constantly worried. No one was well, Lana least of all, and there was nothing Teddy could think of to fix it. This wasn’t something that was fixable - so instead of being stressed, Teddy decided to be drunk. And with company that made his chest feel less heavy. “Where’s your fanny pack full of goodies?” He asked, holding out his cigarette towards Rory. Originally he’d thought to offer them their own smoke, but sharing felt like a good excuse for excess intimacy that he didn’t have to practically beg for. “I need fuckin’ Tylenol or something. I’ve had a headache for a few days straight - do you think it’s an aneurysm? I’m half convinced my brain’s seconds away from exploding as is.”

[makzmollpol]

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[eclvpses]

There’d been a time when feeling unsure around Rory was a novelty. Teddy had hated it then, and hated it now, but feeling unsure was so mundane now that sometimes he forgot to hate it - instead he lived in it and watched from a bird’s eye view as he continued to clumsily tumble over any paved way that could lead to surety again. It was a classic tale of self-sabotage, but it was a two-way street. Rory seemed to continuously open the door for Teddy when he showed up with nothing to offer but another failed attempt. “You look handsome.” Usually, that would’ve been accompanied with a rant - and Teddy would’ve used far fancier vernacular than a simple ‘handsome’. He would’ve gone out of his way to insist Rory flip him over, choke him out, have his way with him - quickest and dirtiest way to make light of their situation while also planting the seed of a potential hook up later. But the intimacy… Teddy missed it so badly sometimes he could ache with it. Every moment they didn’t touch, and instead continued to do their dance around the Elephant in the room, it ached. Enough that it turned Teddy unavoidably sentimental and genuine, so instead he settled for the truth. Rory looked handsome that night - swoon worthy, really. He should’ve had more poise about it, but it was so obvious that Teddy was shamelessly eyeing him up there’d be no point trying. “Don’t backtrack! Cluedo sounds fun, I want to learn about your niche little habit, Rory, I’m endeared, seriously!” Basking in the joy, it felt like a whiplash moment to suddenly be talking about the old days. The old them - this used to be fun. It would’ve been considered teasing, but… the ache merely expanded. “Busy’s a nice way to put it.” Attempting to keep it light still - Rory was playing along and meandering closer, like his legs were moving before they’d given them the command. Teddy didn’t want to scare them away. Rory wasn’t as easy to scare away anymore, but that might’ve changed. It’d been long enough - Teddy wanted him to come close and stay closer, so he stood stock still, as if Rory had turned into a deer before his very eyes. “Yeah, I’m… That sucked. What I did to you.” He mumbled, watching the line disappear as Rory bent over the counter. “I didn’t mean to, like, vanish into thin air without a word. I kinda… do that a lot, don’t I?” There was more to say, but Rory’s statement made Teddy’s brows fly to his hairline. Three months. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever gone three months sober - from anything. And then Rory had tossed it to the side easily because Teddy had bulldozed his way back in and created more chaos when least expected. That sort of devotion was - meant to be daunting, and off putting. It probably should’ve made Teddy feel guilty, and it did a bit, because his relationship with chemically induced chaos and his failing sobriety was messy at best, he hated the idea of dragging Rory down with him. But he was also undoubtedly excited at Rory diving in so willingly. It made him grin, even, heat settling in his core at Rory’s unabashed announcement that he’d - jump back into this, into them. “I wouldn’t be against it either.” Teddy leaned in then, like this whole moment between them was staged, a performance. Of course Teddy would lean in and cage them against the bathroom counter, on either sides of Rory’s hips - the part that felt off script was the lack of touching still. Usually Teddy would leap at the chance to even graze a hip against Rory, let alone get the chance to kiss them after so long, but there was hesitation this time around. “I want you to mean it, though. I want you to want it just as much. Because I… haven’t been, like, the greatest in this situation. At all, or maybe even ever. You deserve better. I should’ve said that long ago. But I also… really, really wouldn’t be against starting again. In theory. If you’re sure.”

rory’s worst fear is probably being walked in on while taking a shit in a club bathroom. he’d probably just die on the spot out of like, embarrassment. what the sims 4 would call an ‘emotional death’. when he envisions his death, he pictures himself surrounded by grandchildren, a loving wife with a face as wrinkled as a forgotten dishcloth at his side, but the reality is he’ll probably just humiliate himself into an anxiety attack so profound that it promptly kills him. they can feel it coming on now, a flush spreading up the side of their cheek like scarlet fever when teddy mentions ‘the look’, which feels showy and ostentatious in the dim light of the bathroom, even if out on the dancefloor it had felt like a second skin, like being a person who could look in a mirror and think damn, i look good, rather than who the fuck invited this dick van dyke step-in-time chimney sweeping influenza black death shithead to the party? “oh, what, this old thing? i just, um… robbed it from an extra in a wes anderson movie. no biggie.” the longer they spend with teddy, the more rory starts to second guess it, feeling less like a met gala attendee and more like a cringey children’s tv presenter. “wait, sorry, is that insensitive to your people? you’re meant to call them supporting artists now, aren’t you? because of the strikes and stuff…” a line from rory’s lord and saviour david byrne comes to mind… you start a conversation, you can't even finish it. you're talking a lot, but you're not saying anything. maybe it’s how rory feels most of the time, but with teddy it’s exacerbated tenfold, words tripping over each other like packing peanuts in a claw machine, the metal teeth of rory's mouth grabbing for words and gnashing at air. on reflection, gagging was probably the wrong term to use, a shuffle deck of ways they might make each other gag stuffed like top trumps in his trouser pocket, and now he's anxious and horny. nice one, teds. “yeah, no. it’s totally crap.” rory backtracks, an exaggerated display of contradicting himself that borders on doing a bit, hair tucked back behind his ear as he attempts to hide inside the palm of his hand. “dunno why i even mentioned it. i hate it, actually. what kind of loser likes cluedo?” whenever they think of teddy, missing and dread sit side by side, entwined like a plasticine yin and yang, but the moment they see him any sense of unease melts into a puddle of radioactive goo, it’s gravity source pulled towards teddy. and now they’re thinking about doctor who, and how teddy hates doctor who, and wishing they could remember what it felt like to believe that teddy was theirs to keep (though it's probably better that they don't).

“are we?” rory asks, a slight shrug in his shoulders as he shifts to push himself up off the toilet seat, feet carrying him towards teddy without rory really making the conscious decision to do so. “i mean, maybe in theory, but in practice? we definitely were. and then you were…” overwhelmingly, undeniably in love with someone else. “kinda busy.” rory’s never really sure what the two of them are. they were friends, then lovers, then nothing at all, months that stretched out teddy-less feeling like a cannonball had been shot straight through the centre of rory’s chest, and somehow he continued to walk around with the gaping hole, edges mangled and bleeding, and people in the street would stop with their wives to take a look right through the centre of him and say wow, check out the hole on this guy, hun! and where the hell are your organs? their head dips, one finger pressed against their nostril, inhaling with a sharp snort before they can even change their mind. the kick feels sharper than they recall, head flung back, nostrils pinched, as rory takes a second to adjust. “fuck me.” rory exhales, the sound of it pinched and nasal until he releases his nostrils from his grip. he comes to in a series of slow blinks, tossing his hair like a wet dog, the kickback is harsher than he remembers. “i mean, yeah, you’re right. i was. three months sober, actually, but fuck it, right? it’s new years.” teddy’s presence is always a catalyst to rory indulging in their more destructive habits, a kinetic kind of energy that starts in their stomach and pulses all around their body until all of their senses feel like they’re burning and their brain dribbles out of their ears. they still haven’t touched teddy. it feels alien to be this close to him and not be touching him, but every time they find themselves meeting like this, it’s like hopscotching through a field of grenades trying to work out what’s permitted, where the boundaries are, whether he’ll find himself grasping at teddy’s belt only to hear lana’s name dropped like an atom bomb exploding underwater. his eyes flicker between both of teddy’s, trying to scour them for any kind of clues. there’s no bright yellow envelope he can open in this game that’ll magically tell him if his deductions are right or if he’s been barking up the wrong tree. “in theory i wouldn’t be against it.”

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

april and elias doing silly things to @thedeafprophet 's hunter, based on the one video and a convo on discord

she looked so peceful in the first photo i almost felt bad for adding the hairties

[magiturge]

magma doodles

[scourgiez]

im scared to finish this, lol! some small doggy ringo to compensate

[briankang]

having a crazy saturday night (reading the wikipedia page of eleanor roosevelt at 3 am)

[sarcasticdimples]

Just finished Modern Divination, I am not okey and this book will be part of me forever, jesus, I love Ingram with all my heart and yes, I have convinced myself I am a witch.

[emmafallsinlove]

literati b99 au where jess is jake, rory is amy, paris is gina, dave as terry, and lane as rosa. and who’s captain holt you may ask? max medina.

[httpiastri]

ok since you guys were talking about how well pepe was probably raised bc of his mom and sisters, im rewatching chasing the dream rn, the saudi ep and at 6:43, OMFG THE CAMERA PANS TO HIS FACE AND THE FIRST THING HE SAYS IS "first of all happy international women's day to all the women in the paddock" ALL SMILEY ?!?!?! LIKE GURLLLL THE LITERAL STANDARD OMG THIS WAS SO SWEET. i actually screamed and died when i first watched this ep and i saw that back when it came out but omg rewatching it is still the same🤣 THATS JUST SO SWEET LIKE HELLO??? he did not have to say that or anything its literally so unrelated to racing but UGHHH pepe marti i literally love you wtf

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HES THE BIGGEST SWEETHEART EVER !! I CANT!!!!! he was raised so well and it's easy to tell 🥺 he could've talked about literally anything else, or he could've thought "sharing it on my story is enough"... but he wanted to say it to the camera too <3<3

[keytaryourheart]

nah i did not just drop $160 on a former tory im actually a normal adult human male

[transgenderdoctorwhomst-old]

fobwatch!eleven having a nightmare about the pandorica and trying to call amy because. he knows it *can’t* be real but what if- and then both she and rory are asleep or busy or for whatever reason don’t pick up the phone. and this man convinces himself in a bout of post-nightmare anxiety that the Logical Response to that is to break into their house to make sure no one is currently trapped in the box from his dreams.

I think if he did live separately from them he would absolutely fucking do this. Up and in through the window, Rory nearly takes him out with a bat the first time.

Hell, even in the main scenario I'm imagining with him living with them (because he's besties with Amy and Rory), I think he would just immediately break into their room to check on them. Have they installed a lock ages ago because the Doctor would randomly come in like this, in the vain hope it would slow him down? Yes. Will that stop Oliver from figuring out how to lockpick it so he can break in and wake them both up? Absolutely not.

Oliver is here, in their room, and they will just have to accept that this will happen like three more times before the morning.

[plantfeed]

setting: outside the museum somewhere, idk some kinda garden / patio gig. maybe there's a bandstand or a flowery trellis or something equally romantic n gross. status: closed for piper @laughstrack

“...the corsage was my mum's idea,” rory admits, unsure if that makes the whole thing sound more or less lame than it already is. “she, uh… she really likes you.” more than once, inga had urged rory to redirect his attention from a certain curly-haired thespian to the proverbial girl next door. “sorry if it feels like, totally inappropriate or whatever. i know it's not prom.”  talking about the cluster of flowers around her wrist serves a larger purpose ━ it allows rory the opportunity to take her hand in his, turning it this way and that in the guise of looking at the petals, now that the joint that the two of them had come outside to share is long since burned out. there’d been a moment when rory had pressed the joint back into her mouth that he’d thought about kissing her, but she had a throat full of smoke. maybe she’d get angry if he tossed her joint aside and wasted all that weed to aggressively start making out with her. or maybe she’d have liked it, found it edgy and called him a stud. either way, it’s too late to tell now. as custom, rory had found himself thinking this could be it, a moment, only to fumble it through his inability to act. this time, he isn’t squandering it, the hand that isn’t threaded through her fingers trailing his thumb over the throbbing blue pulse point of her wrist. it feels like having a live animal under his thumb, something delicate and dangerous that pulses in his stomach. “i, uh… i kinda wish i had asked you to prom.” instead he'd taken catherine cooper, and she'd blown him in a closet at an after party he wasn't even meant to be invited to. his eyes refuse to meet piper's out of fear that they might accidentally reveal every secret longing he’s ever had. it sometimes feels like piper gets him in a way that other people can’t, a split psyche shared since sandpit days. “kinda wish a lot of things, honestly.” 

[tennash]

@therealcolinnash: I'm not going to participate in the vicious, homophobic dismissal of such selacious lies. I understand that even tweeting this is enough to feed the rumor mill, and I accept that that's just the bullshit, hateful, deeply bigoted world we live in. @therealcolinnash: What I do want to address is the fact that I am, of course, friends, coworkers, and even opponents to many people who identify with the LGBT+ community. Using people's sexualities as a means to spread hate and vitriol is the kind of cruelty that I'd hoped we might be moving away from. @therealcolinnash: As the older brother to two beautiful sisters who both identify with the Queer community, I'm not going to stand for this kind of behaviour. Nor will I let any of you speak ill about @realmatthiascastillo, @notteddyswims or @roryosully or use my name to try and tarnish their reputations.

[magiturge]

this was for that "every squad got the-" template thing but i got bored and didn't do the rest of the squares here's the ones i did finish

[scourgiez]

does anyone have an explanation for how camp this is