#tms season 3 spoilers

[tragicallywicked]

i wish you would take this seriously. - laura to bradley

NOTE: This turned out sadder than expected, I apologize. CONTAINS SEASON 3 SPOILERS

The sun cast a muted glow over Laura Peterson's ranch in Montana, illuminating the vast expanse of grass and the mountains in the distance. It was a place of solitude and peace, a stark contrast to the chaos brewing in the rest of the country.

Inside the ranch's cozy living room, Bradley Jackson was pacing restlessly, her fingers drumming against her thigh. "Laura, this is huge. I need to be there, on the ground, reporting live. It's what I do."

Laura, seated on the couch with a worried expression, responded, "Bradley, I know you. I know your commitment to your work, but you need to think this through. The protests, the tension... it's a powder keg. And with the virus still rampant? It's a disaster waiting to happen."

Bradley turned to face her, frustration evident in her eyes. "This is history in the making. I've covered protests, debates, elections. This is my job. But this? I can't just sit here and watch it unfold on TV."

Laura took a deep breath, trying to control her rising emotions. "It's not just about the job. It's about you being safe. You've seen how intense and violent things have become. And with COVID still around, it's double the risk."

The weight of Laura's concern was palpable, but Bradley's sense of duty was unwavering. "I've always taken risks in my career. This is no different."

The atmosphere in the room grew tenser. Laura's voice, filled with a mix of frustration and fear, rose a notch. "I wish you would take this seriously."

Bradley's face hardened, her patience wearing thin. "I am taking it seriously, Laura. But this is who I am. Journalism is my life."

Laura shot up from the couch, her voice raising in tandem with her frustration. "This isn't just about journalism! This is about our life, about your safety! Why can't you see that?!"

"You think I don't know the risks?!" Bradley retorted, her voice echoing through the room. "I know what's at stake. But I can't hide away from the world just because it's dangerous."

Laura's voice cracked with emotion. "You're being selfish, Bradley. What if something happens to you? What then? Have you ever thought about that?"

Bradley's anger peaked. "Maybe you'd be happier if I just sat around here all day, doing nothing while the world falls apart! Is that what you want?!"

"That's not fair, and you know it," Laura shot back, tears starting to brim in her eyes. "All I want is for you to be safe."

The room was thick with tension, both women breathing heavily. Bradley's voice was sharp and biting, "Maybe you should have thought about who I was before getting involved with me."

Laura's tears fell freely now, her voice barely a whisper, "Maybe I should have."

The painful silence that followed was deafening. Both were caught in their own whirlwind of emotions, neither willing to bridge the growing divide between them.

With a final, resentful glance, Bradley stormed off to the guest room, slamming the door behind her. Laura sank to the floor, her tears falling thickly down her cheeks, the weight of their words and the uncertainty of the future pressing down on her.

The stillness of the night was occasionally pierced by the distant cries of animals and the rustling of trees swaying to the rhythm of the wind. The stars overhead shone brilliantly, each twinkle a testament to the vastness of the universe and the minuteness of human squabbles.

Inside, the cold silence persisted. Bradley, sitting on the edge of the guest bed, cradled her head in her hands. She replayed the evening's confrontation over and over, wrestling with her emotions and the weight of her decisions. The longing to be in D.C., to report, to be part of the historical narrative was visceral. But was it worth the distance it was creating between her and Laura?

Down the hallway, Laura lay on the couch, a blanket haphazardly draped over her. The soft glow from the fireplace painted her face in a dance of light and shadow. Tears had left trails on her cheeks, now drying, but the pain remained. She understood Bradley's dedication, her passion. It was one of the things she admired most about her. Yet, the fear of losing her, of being left alone in a world filled with uncertainties, was overpowering.

That night, the ranch that had been their sanctuary felt cold and distant, as both women grappled with their own thoughts, emotions, and fears, separated by walls and unspoken words.

Hours seemed to stretch into an eternity, but as dawn approached, a new resolve formed in Bradley's heart.

She slowly packed her bags, each fold of clothing a reminder of the world she felt so drawn to. As she zipped up her suitcase, she took one last look around the guest room – at the rustic decor, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, and the memories she'd made with Laura.

Laura, who had silently been observing from the doorway, finally broke the silence. "Bradley," her voice was soft, filled with a mix of pain and understanding.

Bradley met her gaze, her eyes heavy with unshed tears. "I have to go, Laura. You know that."

Laura nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I do. But that doesn't make it any easier."

Bradley took a deep breath, her voice firm. "Maybe it's best if we don't do this anymore. Clearly, our priorities are different."

Laura's eyes flashed with pain and anger. "You're choosing your job over your life Bradley."

Bradley's frustration was palpable. "I'm choosing my purpose, Laura. I thought you, of all people, would understand that."

"You're risking your life out there!" Laura shot back, her voice rising in desperation. "And for what? Another story? Another headline?"

Bradley clenched her jaw, her emotions on the edge. "Then maybe it's best if you don't."

The coldness of the words hung heavily in the air between them, a tangible force that seemed to press down on their shoulders. The atmosphere in the room grew dense, laden with regret, resentment, and unspoken feelings. The love that had once felt invincible, that had been their anchor through so many storms, now felt fragile and frayed.

Both stood rigid, their postures echoing the defensive walls they had built around their hearts. Eyes that had once searched each other's with warmth and understanding now avoided contact, lest they betray the depth of pain that lay beneath.

Each second that passed felt like an eternity, the room echoing with the deafening silence of words left unsaid and emotions unchecked. Their hearts, once so intricately entwined, now felt miles apart, separated by the weight of choices and priorities.

It was clear that the rift between them wasn't just about this current argument. It was the culmination of every unsaid word, every unaddressed issue, and every ignored feeling that had slowly built up over time. The chasm wasn't created in a day; it was the result of many moments, big and small, where they had chosen pride over love, stubbornness over understanding.

In that room, under the weight of all they had been and all they could have been, they both realized the fragility of love and how quickly it could be overshadowed by the complexities of life.

Laura looked at Bradley, her eyes filled with tears. "Fine. Go. Just... go."

The palpable tension in the room seemed to tighten even more as Bradley reached for her suitcase, the weight of the leather handle symbolizing so much more than just her belongings. Each movement she made was deliberate, her posture rigid, attempting to shield herself from the barrage of emotions threatening to break through.

Laura watched, her heart clenching painfully in her chest, as Bradley prepared to walk out of the life they'd built together. Each step Bradley took seemed to resonate deeply within the walls of the ranch, echoing the profound sense of loss and finality. Laura's throat tightened, and her eyes stung with unshed tears, the sheer magnitude of their ending overwhelming her.

Bradley's grip on the suitcase was tight, knuckles white, betraying the turmoil she felt inside. Though she walked with a certain briskness, there was a hint of hesitance in her stride, as if a part of her was still clinging to the hope of reconciliation, of words that could bridge the gulf between them.

As she approached the door, Bradley's resolve began to waver ever so slightly. For a moment, she paused. In that split second, a myriad of emotions passed between them — regret, sorrow, longing, and the heart-wrenching pain of goodbye. But Bradley didn’t look back, so Laura didn’t stop her.

But with a deep, shuddering breath, Bradley pushed the door open, the chilly Montana air rushing in, mingling with the heated atmosphere of their argument. The door closed behind her with a soft but definitive click, and the resounding silence that followed felt like a void, emphasizing the huge gaping hole left in the wake of her departure.

[casual-violinist-fangirl]

Need I say more?

[sorry-babyxx]

I just miss you. I really miss you. - Bradley

[wildtornado-o]

I believe in bi-disaster Kagami supremacy ♡

[apocalyp-tech-a]

The Bad Batch Season 3 Predictions so 'Bad' They Only Have a .00001% Chance of Happening:

Rematch between these three gents. Let's gooooooo!!!!

Gregor: Payback's a b!tch. *yeets Scorch off cliff with a kick to his left shoulder* Scorch: *Wilhelm scream* Tech: Unlike myself, he shall not be surviving that fall. Gregor: I guess you could say he was 'Delta' 'Bad' hand. *laughs in Gregor* Tech: *smiles in Tech* *Gregor and Tech hi-five*

[sylvies-chen]

ladies get yourself a man like cory ellison who will get weak in the knees and keel over and cry when you tell him you’re going to miss him

MANS IS SO DOWNBAD I LOVE TO SEE IT

[skibasyndrome]

Never Letting You Go

There's no answer to the what-if, he's got no idea. He's scrambling mentally, trying to come up with something, anything, but nothing yields. All he comes up with is the fact that he needs to leave a lasting impression while he still can. So he just kisses Simon harder, fighting back against the constricting feeling that's trying to close up his throat. And Simon kisses back gladly, melts against Wilhelm, moves like he’s trying to blend into Wilhelm. And they're close, so close, but not nearly close enough, and all Wilhelm wants is to feel Simon, make Simon feel things. Or: The infamous Hallway Smut (TM) Scene as briefly seen in the S3 trailer and (re)imagined by me

(rated E, 5.7k words)

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It's finally here! The Hallway Scene that has been haunting me (and probably lots of you as well) for the past weeks!

I hope you all enjoy! And don't let the angsty undertones scare you away okay, I will always let our blorbos be happily in love <3

[sasheemo]

Honestly? I don’t know if I’ll ever recover.

[yourlocalcrypted]

LMK SEASON 4 SPECIAL SPOLIERS‼️‼️

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ITS KINDA HARD TO SEE BUUUUT

HES DOING THE POSE I SWEAR HE IS‼️‼️

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Like father like son

[ella390-the-potato]

Dr. STONE NEW WORLD

Screencaps from the How Many Spoilers Can You Fit In An Opening

[whitefluffyyeti]

The morning show "The oreview effect"

[truelove-is-forever]

This is hard.

On one hand, the blatant disregard for law and order Bradley has demonstrated this season warrants punishment. Actions meet consequences. However, at the same time, she is doing the right thing and making it right. So on the other hand, my Laura x Bradley heart wants this to be the first step in them coming back together. Baby steps, of course, but it's the start of something.

It's not out of the realm of possibilities. Laura is all about truth and honesty and doing the right thing. It was a tough decision to begin with. Bradley did make the wrong choice. But like an adult, she's taking steps to make it right. It should somewhat redeem her in Laura's eyes.

I mean, I would also understand if Laura just cuts her out of her heart entirely. It was a serious breach of trust and ethics. Both values Laura holds in the highest regards.

All I'm saying is, I want in my heart of hearts for my gays to be happy (done the right way). But, if that's not possible, then I'm ok with that, too, as long as we get Laura in the divorce.

[icecreambeach]

Bo so small in the frame. A pawn? A servant to honor-bound Mandalorian hierarchies? A lonely woman in search of a higher purpose despite (and because of) a long string of very public, very devastating failures?

Satine and Bo. One risen and mighty, one now laid low, small, humbled. But both conduits for the same purpose: a greater Mandalore. Both tools?

This is the first time a Mandalorian hasn't responded to "this is the Way" with its echo.

Din is a devotee of the Children of the Watch. He was raised in one world. He's not the one who stands in both, like Bo. Like the Armorer. She's the perfect evangelist: a reformed sinner.

[sylvies-chen]

CORYBRADLEY ATE IN THE FINALE FOLKS THAT WAS FANTASTIC AHHHH

I really appreciate that cory went to her and apologized and she understood the reasons why he did it but still calls it what it is: a fucked up, bad thing he did. and then she goes on to say that she’s okay now and they’re still fine! like thank you to this show for writing an actual honest conversation between two people who care for each other but are also messed up, thank you for showing how people can heal and move on.

bradley admitting to the hr panel that she was scared she could never be with someone like cory, someone who saw her for who she truly was, all parts of her 😭 notice the very interesting use of past tense here too, like almost subconscious the way she’s slowly learning that it’s possible to accept love from someone where she doesn’t have to perform for or feel insecure with like she did with laura (which wasn’t at all laura’s fault or anything that laura did, don’t come for me antis I love laura, but bradley’s just hardwired for that insecurity I think) and accepting that relationship I’M FEELING TOO MANY EMOTIONS ABOUT THIS OKAY 😭❤️

[skibasyndrome]

Just checking in on that hallway smut, you know how it is.

What kind of mood are they in?

Why are they going at it in the hallway?

Do they make it to Wille's room?

Who does what to whom?

Does Simon ask Wille if he's been working out?

Etc.

✨Sending you positive and horny writing energy✨

I am kissing your forehead for your ask (if you want that)!!! 💜💜💜

ALRIGHT SO...

Well, I really wanted to do something angsty-ish for once and god do those clips feel like there could be some angst involved, but lol, let's see in the end if I'm succeeding. But the mood is desperation and wanting each other very badly while also being very anxious about what the future may hold.

Why are they going at it there? Eh... might as well, you know? No, but I'd say it's a mix of being very horny and simply not giving a flying fuck if people see, because 1) let them know how very real this thing between them is and 2) their privacy has been violated so many different ways, it's time to say "go fuck yourself" to everyone who's just waiting for them to take one wrong step. Something, something, reclaiming the narrative.

Well in my very brainrotten version of this...... nope. The room shall not be reached lmao. Maybe they've got a point to prove. To whom? Themselves I guess?

There's definitely some mutual doing of some kind going on and Wille maybe secretly wishing he could do something else entirely, but we'll see... 🤐

He doesn't ask, but you BET he absolutely fucking notices! (those back muscles are kinda hard to ignore if you ask me)

all of this might change, but yeah, this is the current status! Other current status: we're up to 2.7k words!

And before he can think about it, he’s grabbing him and turning them around, stumbling a few steps, crowding Simon against the wall. The thud reverberates into the silence of the empty hallway and along with it, like the impact has set it free, the most delicious whimper leaves Simon’s throat.

!unedeited! but I guess that's the vibe

Anon you are my light, you are my love, thank you for the sweet and encouraging message 💜💜💜

[theundeadelf]

utterly unserious people on reddit who would rather watch the hexer (2001) than see joey batey kiss a man