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demigodofhoolemere · 1 year ago

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Things I can't stop thinking about from Steven and Vicki's Tales of the TARDIS episode

- This reunion. Seeing them together again kills me anyway, but when you look at the context of the last time they saw each other, both of them could have easily thought the other might be dead. The last Vicki saw of Steven he was bleeding out and slipping away from consciousness, and to Steven he woke up to learn that they'd left Vicki in a city that was being razed to the ground and its inhabitants slaughtered. There wasn’t a proper goodbye and neither could have known for sure whether the other had survived. These are two people who must have spent decades of their lives just hoping and praying that the other was okay.

They take each other's presence in like it’s a miracle. I don’t know if they intentionally wrote/acted this with that particular context of their last time together in mind, but nevertheless it can very easily be read that way since their reactions lend themselves to it so well.

- ^ In particular, Steven’s voice breaks in a way that absolutely destroys me.

- Is this girlish giggling not the most Vicki thing you’ve ever seen?

- There are certain moments that just really hit as, ‘This is them.’ I mean, look at her. That’s Vicki. It keeps blowing my mind.

- Steven is SO happy to see her again, oh my word. “I’ve got my little sister back!” is gonna live in my mind for the rest of my life. To have that dynamic acknowledged in those words and to see how much they love each other kills me. Look at this unreserved fluff. This means the world to me.

- Hearing that they’ve had wonderfully happy lives is so nice. Vicki could have been dealing with all kinds of turmoil given the time she chose to stay in, and with Steven’s luck he could have had literally anything happen to him, like Big Finish decided to do. I’m so glad they’ve been given full and happy lives onscreen, that Vicki has done so well in such a wildly different time and that Steven’s bad luck curse is finally broken. (The trauma curse is broken at least — it’s too much of a stretch for me to believe that he wouldn’t still have mundane bad luck lol.)

- Someone needs to either sue Peter for these faces or give him an award. There is so much emotion going on here and I can barely handle it. And knowing how much Peter truly loved this show and his time on it, I get the feeling some of this is real for him.

- “Vicki, this might not be his TARDIS. I mean, can you imagine the Doctor wearing something like this?” Well I’m sure as heck imagining it now! Someone PLEASE make fan art of One in Six’s coat.

- Their reverence for the Doctor’s pocket watch. Vicki is so happy and clutches it with joy and Steven stares at it and strokes it for a good minute. 💗

- Love having some skeptical Steven wondering if it could be a trap and warning Vicki to be careful. His older brother mode got reactivated so fast. And, “Don’t be such a spoilsport!” is so delightfully Vicki.

- Space helmet for a cow!!!

- “Well, it had been a busy week.” Lol, more like a busy (or not so busy) 2 years on Mechanus! You’re more than excused!

- I know it was naturally gonna happen because they’re going over The Time Meddler but I love the references to the Monk, and I love that we also get a subtle reference to The Daleks’ Master Plan out of it.

- Another one of those moments that just strikes you. Look at him.

- “He rescued me. I was an orphan and he became my family. I became the granddaughter he’d lost.” 😭

- Vicki’s little, “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” dance is so perfectly Vicki. It warms my heart how well-characterized they both are here.

- Anyone else see this and immediately start crying thinking about her putting her hands over her eyes in The Chase? Just me?

- Steven’s face when he agrees with her about wishing more than anything to see the Doctor again. I love his relationship with the Doctor so much, it kills me to see him emotional about it, to see how much he still loves him after all this time. But on top of it, once again I feel like there’s some genuine Peter in here who misses Bill. You can see in a lot of interviews, panels, commentaries and so on that Peter really truly cared about Bill as his friend and is still protective over him as a person and his character. When Steven makes this face in agreement about wishing he could just see the Doctor again, I feel something else very real in it.

- Look at them. Just look at them. No further comment.

- Vicki’s face hearing the Doctor’s laugh is my face.

I still haven’t been able to get through this without crying at his laugh. I don’t really have the words for how magical and touching it is that they included him in that way. It tugs on my heartstrings so hard.

#classic who #tales of the tardis #vicki pallister #steven taylor #spoilers #cannot stop thinking about them #this was such a love letter to the era and these characters #and to me who keeps crying #these two are so important to me

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majoringinsarcasm · 2 years ago

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“V9 was filler because nothing changed about Ruby or Jaune, she could’ve had her breakdown in Vacuo while the real plot was being fleshed out.”

Ahem

1) Above all else you sound like you hate fun bc V9 was so freaking cool and visually stunning and new and different and weird and wonderful

2) Had Ruby gone to Vacuo right away she would NOT have properly grieved Penny nor would she have had time to vent her frustrations because she is a Leader, capital L, and it’s been 8 volumes of her not addressing her issues or having bursts of anger and then immediately trying to comfort someone else. See V4 when she tries to tell Jaune that Ren and Nora will be fine. He responds “you don’t know that” and we see her smile fade. Her uncle might die and it’s her fault he’s hurt but she’s trying to comfort Jaune. No time for her.

Or in V6 where she just learned the big bad they are fighting seemingly can’t die. She goes to Oscar and makes him feel human she comforts him even though she’s no doubt flipping out inside. And then later when she smashes the bottle to wake Qrow up she is visually upset that he’s passed out drinking again but she softens and hugs him and offers support.

She has been trying to prove herself since Volume 1. She is the one who tells Jaune that as Leaders they have to put their team first and themselves second and she’s stuck to that rule. She wants to prove that Ozpin making her Leader wasn’t a mistake. With Jaune, it’s similar, he doesn’t ask for help from anyone with his emotions. He’s the golden retriever, the lovable idiot stuck in the tree. He didn’t want to be a team player at all he wanted to be The Hero, someone who didn’t need help, someone who could save his friends instead of being shoved in a locker and moved to safety. He didn’t want to work With them, he wanted to save them all.

And that’s why V9 is so special. For the first time since the series began Ruby Rose “puts herself first”. She’s been lamenting all of her failures she’s been stewing in this hopelessly because she thinks SHE is the issue when that’s not the case.

“What about me?!”

“What happens if I choose me?”

She decides she is Enough, flaws and failed plans and all. She does not need to change into someone else to be better because SHE was never the problem. The world would have fought against whoever came out of that tree and she’s holding her own hand and saying “I will be there for this girl I will grab the weapon she made and I will fight for Myself as well as everyone else. I am worth fighting for.”

And with Jaune, well he got to be The Hero all by himself. He got to be the protector of a group of beings that did what he asked and wanted to make him happy. Who Let Him Help. No one shoved him into a locker, he wasn’t laughed at for making up silly team attack names, he was in charge all by himself. He was selfish but he STILL wasn’t putting himself first at the same time. He was clinging to unhealthy ideals because he was without a team to lean on or even help. He had no one to call him out nobody to keep him level. It’s not until the final battle that he gets to be “the man he’s always wanted to be.”

Jaune is a strategist. He’s good at looking at the whole picture BECAUSE he’s not on the frontlines from the start. He provides perspective and new ideas. In V4 he also plays this role but he’s a bit reluctant. He’s without a weapon and sees at first the role as lesser, but now he’s fully embracing it. He’s from a big family and then had a team he’s not Built to be a lone wolf. He’s built to be with a family, he’s meant to be part of something bigger. After years of being the rusted knight he never changed or got better and THAT was the lesson. He got to play out his ideal and was worse because of it because a hero isn’t what he thought it would be. Or what he wanted it to be.

In the end Ruby still doesn’t call herself a huntress. Somewhat calls her that. In the end Ruby still doesn’t pick that definition for herself, but someone she showed kindness to and helped just because she could called her that. THAT is what makes Ruby a huntress. It’s not just about fighting monsters or even protecting those who can’t protect themselves. It’s about kindness, it’s about love, it’s about patience.

Ruby Rose is a huntress, because SHE embodies what a HUNTRESS should mean, not the other way around. And That is why this finale means everything to me. She’s better than the heroes in the books, and now she gets to save herself along with everyone else.

#ruby rose #rwby9 #Ruby volume 9 #jaune arc #these two are so important to me #I agree adding some scenes would’ve helped flesh out certain parts #but what we have is nothing short of absolutely beautiful #and it Is Important #I won’t be told otherwise so if you disagree that’s fine but I’m not about it

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clickerflight · 2 months ago

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Voltober 20. Don't go by the River - From Dust to Ashes

Author's notes: I am SOOOOOO proud of this one actually. Not because it's the best thing I've ever written, it's not, but because of how much fun the concept was. This might turn into a mini series in the future. Less of a whump series and more of a 'cop show' series. You know how most of those have an overarching serial killer messing with everyone? Muir has just met his nemisis :3

Masterlist - Voltober 19

Content: vampire whumpee, cop whumpee, multiple whumpees, serial killer whumper, creepy call, creepy whumper, stalker, mentions of past murders and implied rape of victims, mimicry, messy fight, throat wound, attempted murder, attempted drowning, doppleganger

@voltober

Stalker | Serial Killer | Swept Away

Muir was nearly finished at the office. He checked his phone again for the time, seeing the messages from Joseph asking when he would be home. He sighed a little. He wanted to get more done, but he had been somewhat distracted. It was so hard to get his work done properly when there were so many cops at the precinct who were in the pockets of the various gangs around the city. He was so tired of spending half of his time recording evidence of corrupt cops instead of actually getting real work done. He’d already helped fire two cops, one of which even went to jail because of what Muir discovered.

He was just beginning to think he would need to go through and weed out every corrupt individual in the entire building, starting with the recruiters, and then he could sit down and actually do his work as a detective.

He pulled up an empty document on his computer, ignoring the paperwork that he had wanted to finish and started typing up what he would have to do to get each cop he knew was bad out and a plan for how to spend more time around the recruiters to do the same thing there. He wasn’t high enough up to make policy changes, but he had the Chief’s ear most of the time because of how much work he had done so he might be able to get her in on this.

Distractedly, he started typing a sort of letter/speech that he could use to convince the Chief to help him in his mini quest and request a lighter case load in the meantime. His planning was interrupted by a phone call coming in. He assumed it was Joseph so he answered without looking, tucking his phone between his head and shoulder, still typing. “Hey, Seph. I’ll be home soon.”

“Hello Muir.”

That wasn’t Joseph.

Muir pulled his phone away from his ear, just to see an unknown number with the local area code.

He put the phone back to his ear, pushing his keyboard forward a little and said, “Sorry about that. Thought you were someone else. Who is this?”

“Someone you are really not going to like,” the voice said, heavy in the menace. “You think you are so strong. So good. The best and most moral detective in the whole city.”

Muir frowned. “I wouldn’t say I’m the best. Look, what’s all this about? How did you get my number?”

The person on the other end laughed. “I have my ways, detective. Now, are you familiar with the murders in Clark County? I’m sure you are. It’s outside of your jurisdiction, but you keep an eye on everything going on in the area, correct?”

Muir’s blood went cold as he realized what was going on. “I am familiar. Are you saying you have information?”

“I do. The murders are coming to your county, I’m afraid. And I’ve decided on my next target. What a pretty bond mate you have.”

Muir was on his feet in an instant, grabbing his jacket and bag, ignoring the looks his coworkers gave him as he left his desk without even logging out of his computer. “If you touch him, you are dead, you hear me!?” he snarled.

“Oh detective,” the voice said, amused. “I already have. I bumped into him at the store on Tuesday. I helped brush something off his shoulder on Wednesday, I even shook his hand when he recognized me on Thursday. He keeps a pretty regular schedule, doesn’t he?”

Muir felt his stomach drop, reaching through his still new bond with Joseph warning him that he needed to be alert. He tried to push all of his fear and worry through the bond, hoping Joseph would call someone for help before this creep could do anything.

At the same time, he tried to remember everything he’d read on the cases from Clark County. Both male vampires and humans going missing, the vampire bodies never being found, of course, but the human ones found mutilated and defiled floating down the river.

“Hurry detective,” the serial killer said, his tone bright with glee. “Maybe you’ll be able to catch me!”

Muir felt Joseph’s growing worry at Muir’s fear, sensing he was trying to find what it was Muir was warning him about.

The phone went dead and Muir had to slow his run to speed dial Joseph. He sprinted down the sidewalk with vampiric speed, having ignored his car as traffic would slow him down, and prayed that Joseph would pick up.

He did at the second ring, nearly frantic. “What!? What’s wrong!”

“There’s a stalker,” Muir gasped. “He’s been following you. He’s a serial killer! You need to find people to be around, now, Joseph!”

Joseph’s breath hitched as there was a noise somewhere else a distant voice called, “Honey! I’m home!”

“Muir?” Joseph asked.

“Yes?” Muir said at the same time as the other voice and Muir’s stomach dropped. “Joseph! That’s not me, get out of there!”

There was a rush of noise and lots of shouting before the phone cut off.

He shoved his phone into his bag and pushed himself to run faster, crossing the street and leaping over stopped cars, ignoring people who shouted at him as he nearly knocked them down.

He was four blocks away from home, and he could barely think through the fear. The serial killer had to be a vampire.

Three blocks away. An old vampire who had the extra abilities that came from age and experience.

Two blocks away. There weren’t very many old vampires who could make themselves look like the victims’ loved ones, and that was way he was able to kidnap and kill so many vampires.

One block away. He had the element of surprise and most stood no chance. Joseph might since Muir gave a warning, but Joseph had never really had to fight for his life, and an older vampire certainly would have.

Muir run down the hall of his building, shouldering open the door, looking around wildly. The apartment was in disarray, broken furniture, dents in the wall, and scraped up floors.

Muir snarled and followed the scent of Joseph and the intruder out to a window where he followed the trail out, running hard across the grass, and then across the lot. He knew where the serial killer was going. He was taking Joseph to the river.

Muir grabbed out his phone, speed dialing his partner, Granger.

“Muir? What’s going on. Why did you run out of the office?”

“The serial killer from Clark County is here. He has Joseph. Heading to the Torde River across from my place. I’m going in as Joshua, not as Detective Muir, so please hurry.”

“On my way.”

Granger hung up and Muir shoved his phone back into his bag, his feet almost skimming over the ground as he made it to the river. He heard a struggle behind some of the buildings lining the river and he ran across the cement and around the building to see the serial killer wearing Muir’s face, trying to wrestle Joseph’s clothing off.

Joseph was putting up a good fight despite the hole torn in his throat to silence him. He was beginning to falter, though. Even a vampire needs oxygen for his cells to function.

Muir plowed into the serial killer, driving him into the wall as Joseph scrambled back, reaching out to try and find his shirt where the serial killer had thrown it to the side.

Muir was a very new vampire, and he knew the only advantage he had was the element of surprise. He was going to lose that advantage very quickly here unless he could put him out.

“Hold still!” Muir shouted. “You’re under arrest!”

The serial killer fought back, hissing at Muir. Muir tried to grab his hair and slam his head down, but the vampire grabbed Muir and threw him back, getting on top and raising his hand to tear out his throat next.

Thankfully, Joseph got there not a moment too soon and grabbed the false Muir from behind, trying to pull him off.

He turned on Joseph, backhanding him hard enough to leave deep scratches in his face from claws that shot out from his finger tips.

Joseph gasped, his voice still not fully back, scooting back and away from the serial killer. The killer moved to incapacitate Joseph so he could deal with Muir without distractions, but Muir was quick to react, grabbing him from behind and flinging him back. The vampire grabbed Muir’s hair as he fell back and they both went tumbling over the retaining wall and into the shallows of the river.

The serial killer shoved Muir’s head under the water, ready to wait for the lack of oxygen to put Muir into torpor, but Muir managed to slip free and tried desperately to get out of the water.

Light’s filled his vision as the killer grabbed him by the arm, forcing him back into the water. He struggled as he heard muffled shouting from the bank and the killer replying.

They thought the killer was Muir. Of course they did. He needed to get up. He needed them to see him!

Something changed and the shouting on the bank became more aggressive. The serial killer let go and Muir popped out of the water, gasping for air and spluttering as water ran over his face from his hair.

Now he could hear the people shouting on the bank, telling them both to stand and put their hands in the air, their guns pointed at Muir and the impostor. Muir spotted Joseph, wrapped in a blanket with a hand over his throat. He must have gotten his voice in time to warn everyone that one of the Muirs was not real.

Muir stumbled too his feet and put his hands in the air, shaking his head to sort his hair out a little.

Granger headed the group, her own gun pointed at Muir’s head. “Both of you stay right there.”

Muir held still, looking at the serial killer from the corner of his eye. He was panting as well, soaked through and gave Muir the exact same look.

Muir was annoyed to see that the serial killer had gone out of his way to wear the same outfit that Muir had on. They were exactly identical on the outside. He had a suspicion that this guy had a knack for reacting the way Muir himself would.

“Muir, it looks like things might be a little complicated for a moment. We might have to take you both in and figure out which one of you is real. Are you alright with that?”

“Yeah,” Muir and the killer said at the same time.

The killer glared at Muir and said, “I understand, Granger.”

Muir looked over at Joseph and asked, “Seph, can’t you tell from there which one of us is real? Through the bond?”

Joseph looked between and said as loudly as he could with a healing throat, “You’re too close.”

Muir moved to take a step away from the killer when Granger shouted, “DON’T MOVE!”

Muir froze again. The killer, who saw the way Joseph tensed up, called, “It’s okay, Seph. It’ll be okay. They’ll sort this out and we’ll be fine.”

“Don’t talk to him,” Muir snarled, startled by how well the killer mimicked his own reassuring tones. He almost wondered if he had been the one to speak.

“I’ll talk to my bond mate if I want to,” the killer replied sharply, but sounding more reasonable than Muir himself did. He was going to lose to this vampire if he didn’t reign in his temper quickly.

“Enough! You on my left. Come to the side here and keep your hands up. My guys will pull you up out of the water.”

Muir was relieved Granger had chosen him to go first and he stepped forward, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the killer was staying still. He reached the wall and a couple of guys reached down to pull him up out of the river. He saw Joseph stiffen, turning his head this way and that before he pointed at Muir.

“That one’s the real one!”

Granger spun her gun onto the other vampire and pulled the trigger, but the killer dove for the river, disappearing under the surface.

Some of the vampire officers dove into the water after him to give chase while Muir relaxed and ran a hand through his hair to strain some of the water out.

He nearly went right back into the river as Joseph slammed into him for a hug. He put his arms around Joseph, putting his sopping head on top of Joseph’s. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. You?”

Muir glanced back out at the water where the vampire officers were popping up, confused and shaking their heads. They lost him.

“No. Not yet.”

VTB Part 21

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osunism · 1 day ago

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“Abominable righteousness. The warm presence of the soul.”

This could be interpreted to mean that Sukuna considers his nephew a sort of home/refuge for his soul? If so, this is indeed very touching. 💔

I got a lot to say anon, let's fucking yap about it!

So, remember that time right after Sukuna took Higuruma out the fight when he zoned out and started doubting himself? I don't have all the scans [only the "why am I irritated?" one because it's funny]. Anyway! So when he starts doubting himself, he talks about how his situation was unique because it was two souls sharing one body. And that's when we begin to realize what Yuji's innate technique is.

Gojo was the first to foreshadow this when he said that Sukuna's technique would eventually engrave itself on his soul. I have a feeling the Six Eyes does more than just see cursed energy. I think it has a sort of clairvoyant ability to read the "destiny" of someone's cursed energy. It's one of the reasons Suguru's loss hurt him so badly [more on that later].

So, if we extrapolate from that, if Sukuna's technique engraves itself on Yuji, and Yuji was quite literally designed to be able to contain Sukuna's power via the sealed Finger and the bloodline thing, that means Yuji's soul could affect Sukuna as well.

Sukuna sees Yuji as his reflection, and he hates what he sees. He sees everything he never got to be: compassionate, kind, hopefuly, loved. Yuji is beloved by his friends and by his instructor and mentor. His ability to suppress Sukuna lies in his unshakeable sense of self--which is something Sukuna also has. Sukuna never lets anyone dictate who he is. He stands on business every fucking time.

But so too does Yuji.

They are literally reflections of one another, which is why Gege goes so hard on the reflection symbolism whenever it comes to them. Kenjaku somehow gained the ability to read and manipulate souls [he likely had a hand in Mahito's birth too]. In trying to create a vessel for a being like Sukuna, he likely had to do something serious and very convoluted. Not just a strong body, but a strong soul was needed to be able to house the King of Curses.

Yuji is so warm and kind to everyone. Even Sukuna. He saw that fighting Sukuna literally wasn't working. So he tapped into his inner power and achieved domain expansion. He was tired of watching his friends die. He was tired. And so was Sukuna. 265 moved me in a way nothing has before.

Sukuna sees himself as cold. Uraume stood by him until the very end and even after, and now we know that he knows what love is, because Uraume never grew cold by his side. And Yuji...Yuji endured everything Sukuna threw at him, and never let it break him. Never let it make him cold.

Sukuna began to realize that maybe he's the warm one. Because two people--and only two people--have ever understood him, seen him for what he has become, and loved him anyway.

No, I don't ship these two and I never will. So it's important to note I'm talking in a familial context. Love has many forms, not only romantic or erotic elements.

#muse's inbox #muse mail #Anonymous #呪術廻戦 #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #両面宿儺 #ch: ryōmen sukuna #ch: itadori yuuji #these two are so important to me #i want to talk about them with people #but this fandom is weird about discourse #so if you wanna chat me up #hit me up on discord or send me an ask!#muse yaps

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