#this really is the darkest timeline

[miniaturesharktyphoon]

I'm gonna go crawl in a hole and die

[anxiousapplepie]

"You know our standards aren't that high, right?" Oh fighter!odile... if only you could meet housemaiden!siffrin

Fighter!Odile meeting Housemaiden!Siffrin would be so funny. "Truly your timeline is the darkest timeline" she says to the rest of the group, who all have various stages of flat expressions and raised eyebrows

[thisisasundrysideblog]

[nerdynanny]

HELP ME FLEE THE USA

Hey all this is a promo post for my KOFI where I'll be fundraising an attempt to flee my country. I'm a US resident and have been my entire life, but my maternal grandmother was from Ireland so I'm hoping to claim citizenship somehow there.

In the short term I'm gonna try to immigrate to Canada but truth be told I've no idea what I'm doing. Help and knowhow is appreciated.

I do voice work and graphics. Peep my Kofi for samples. Anything raised beyond the goal will go toward helping others escape. I'll be signal boosting posts like this so if seeing this kinda stuff ain't your vibe just block the tag commissions or whatever.

I'll get my thoughts together better in the coming days and maybe make a more official post. Please signal boost with a reblog if you can, and remember that you are not alone and there are folks who will be justifiably upset about this entire ordeal.

[tiffanyachings]

anyone else feeling sick to their stomach about anything coming out of tory conference

[adamghm]

Harbringer Of The Darkest Timeline

[catboyloghain]

cloud main quest: wow! after a full day at this wacky amusement park full of dance-offs, low poly fighting sims, and silly spooky haunted hotel, i’m ready to take a quick nap so i can enjoy a nice evening off in the funnest place on the planet and maybe even go on a little date with someone special

zack subplot:

[bagheerita]

Holy shit the subtext is rapidly becoming text.

[spyral-out-keep-going]

Time to go through the five stages of grief

denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance

I’m currently in denial

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

watching the righteous gemstones and nodding sagely while saying “just like on succession” like five times per episode is giving me life

[darkesttimelinestuff]

"Honestly, why would I care?"

Diana interrupts drinks, but I think our agents will be just fine on day 6 of Fictober 2023.

Prompt #26 - "Honestly, why would I care?"

Casey’s Bar and Grill was busy for a Monday night, the crowd rowdy with excitement as the Giants played the 49ers. Normally, Scully would sip her beer and people watch, while Mulder droned on about Glastonbury Glawackus, or the Devil’s Pet of Elizabeth Lake, occasionally offering a scientific rebuttal to his theory, but today she was fully invested in the game.

“Who do you think is going to win?” Mulder asked, changing the subject. 

“My money’s on New York,” Scully replied confidently.

“Would you like to make a friendly wager?” 

“Are you…” 

But their conversation was interrupted when a slender arm sheathed in a designer jacket wrapped itself around Mulder’s shoulders, catching them both by surprise. Diana Fowley smiled down at Mulder,  

Scully struggled to maintain a neutral expression. There had been a disconnect in her relationship with Mulder and it was wearing on her. Somewhere along the line Diana Fowley showed up and tore a small hole in the fabric of their friendship. And the hole continued to grow. Their partnership hadn’t been affected and she thanked whatever divine being Mulder would acknowledge for that. He still counted on her, trusted her with his life, even if he didn’t trust her with the X-Files. 

And she would never let anything happen to him. Or their work. 

“Oh hey, Diana,” Mulder said.

“Fox, so good to see you here!” she said, overly chipper. 

Probably drunk, Scully thought.

“Hello, Agent Scully,” Diana said, dully.

“Hello,” Scully replied tersely. 

Diana turned her attention back to Mulder, smiling at him like a newly discovered cryptid. “It’s rather warm in here, don’t you think?” she said, shrugging out of her jacket. Her satin, v-neck tank top was cut low, her chest level with Mulder’s eyeline. 

“Thanks for stopping by, Diana,” Mulder said, curtly. 

“Are you enjoying the game?” she asked, not taking the hint.

“It was fine. We were mostly talking about work,” Mulder said.

“That’s just like you, Fox. Well, I should get back to my drink. Just wanted to say hello and thank you for everything the other night.”

Diana bent down and gave Mulder a kiss on the cheek, her chest rubbing along his arm as she came up. The kiss came dangerously close to his lips and he pulled away. 

“Good night, Diana,” he said in a definitive tone.

“Night, Fox. Good night, Agent Scully.” And with that, Diana was gone.

“Look, Scully,” Mulder began. 

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” Scully said. It was something she would rather not dwell on.

“No, it’s not. Look, I… we have a past, Diana and I. But that’s all over with…”

“Honestly, why would I care?” Scully spat. “I won’t make this personal.”

Mulder reached for her hand and she didn’t pull away. “No, stop. Listen. Please. It was insensitive of me to say that. I was an ass and I’m sorry. Diana and I… we have a past. And yes, it was nice to see her after so long. It gave me a sense of closure I never thought I’d get. Diana left very suddenly. But I also realized that I’m glad she’s in the past.”

“You are?” Scully said, relaxing her shoulders for the first time since Diana had stopped by to say hello. 

“Yes. She’s the past. And you’re my present. And, hopefully, my future. We’re doing great things. You helped me save the world and I can’t imagine doing that with anyone but you. Past, present, and future. Whatever our future may look like.”

For the second time in just a matter of months he had found a way to render her speechless. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes. She searched his face for any indication that he was placating her, but found only his soft, earnest eyes. 

She searched her heart for what to say. He had said similar things in a hallway not long ago. And then Diana came in and changed everything. Or so she thought. 

“I’m not sure how to respond to that,” she confessed. 

“You don’t have to say anything. I just want you to know how I feel.”

Scully raised a hand to his face, her fingers gingerly grazing his cheek where Diana had kissed him. She inched forward, unsure of her own intentions. 

It’s as if she weren’t even thinking, something she rarely did. Every part of her life was carefully planned. Her career, her social life (when she had one), and, after leaving Daniel and joining the F.B.I., even her sex life. So when she had slept with Ed, she had thought it through carefully (with the set of facts she had about him). Life was a delicate balance that she wouldn’t upset over some careless act. 

She leaned forward and brushed his lips with her own to see what he would do. 

She had expected some response, but he stared blankly into her eyes. 

“Sorry,” she whispered. 

“No, don’t be,” he said, dazed. “I just wasn’t expecting that tonight.”

“Neither was I. Life can be surprising sometimes.”

“Scully,” he began, but she grabbed his head with both hands, kissing him hard. 

They pulled apart, panting. 

“Yes?” she asked.

“I meant what I said. In the hospital. After the Bermuda Triangle.”

Now it was Scully’s turn to stare blankly. He remembered. She didn’t think he would with all the medication and the head trauma he had suffered. But he remembered. 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he reassured. “But it was true then and it’s true now. I made it clear to Diana long ago that I am not interested in anything more than a professional relationship with her. She had some questions about a case she’s working on and asked me to take a look. That’s all.”

Scully nodded, processing, everything.

[ladylooch]

How’s Emma feeling after seeing Timo score? Are they in for a long night?🤭😏

Emma is glad she stuck around for one more game before the Devils head out on their road trip 🤭 He is playing so well since she got there!

But she is sad to be leaving Timo behind tomorrow to go home to Switzerland. She knows she will be back soon but these hormones make her cling to him. Not that Timo minds...

[autistictrobed]

thinking about how troy is the truest repairman who can repair man in a group full of broken people who need fixing

[stephsageek]

Hey, is Clarence Thomas old enough to die yet? Asking for a friend

[lookninjas]

And the second good reason today to vote Fuck Off You Orange Asshole in 2024 is:

J.D. Goddamn Vance as his V.P.

[offsidekineticist]

So I still have asks and stuff to answer, but a couple of asks I got made me think about a demon path AU for Theoven where he basically gives up on even trying to control his temper, and...um...well this is what came of it, and I don't think I ever want to touch that AU again. Post-game fic.

CW: suicidal ideation, attempted suicide, mental breakdown, imprisonment, torture, toxic family dynamics

There is a mansion in the Abyss filled with shadows. There is a room in this mansion guarded by shadows. There is a gnome in this room bound by shadows. And every day, the lord of the mansion stops by this room and asks the gnome a single question:

"Are you ready to behave?"

When he was first brought to this place, the gnome answered by trying to break his bonds and attack his captor. In time, when the shadows would not let him die, he answered by begging for death. Eventually he lost any hope of dying, and answered the question with tears and whimpering. Now even the tears have gone, and he answers only with silence. This is his last resistance, the last of his honor: he has failed, and he has broken, but he has broken in a way that will not give his brother what he wants.

The master of the mansion always sighs with disappointment, as one might at a petulant child, before saying:

"Well. Perhaps you will be ready tomorrow."

And every day he turns and walks away, a smirk of satisfaction on his lips, and the shadows begin their horrors anew.