#to '...man... I don't know that I trust them not to brick my shit with hostile software'

[medicinemane]

"It even connects to your smart phone!"

Well... that's a huge downside for something to have, don't like that

[emmyrosee]

You went to bed before Kiyoomi.

You never do that. Ever since you’ve moved in with him, your nights end with a massive pile of cuddling limbs and sweet words of sticky nothings that have you cocooned and ready for a peaceful night.

But tonight, he snapped at you. Something about being too “irate” over “something small.”

He missed dinner. And normally, that wouldn’t be a massive issue for you. But he was with asshole of a PR member who’s been trying to get with him for months, calling themselves his “work babe.” Who were you to think nothing funny wasn’t going down?

It's not a lack of trust from Kiyoomi that has you choked up. It's a lack of trust with them.

You know more than anyone when kindness turns to love, it's the same thing that happened between you both, and it kills you to think they could preform the same spell and potentially take your man from you.

You tell yourself that if they can take him, they can have him.

But the idea hurts none the less.

It hurts enough where you're curled up on your side of the bed, far from Kiyoomi's, where his smell lingers and the coldness on your body isn't offset by his warmth like it usually is. You whimper and bury your face in the meat of your pillow when you hear the front door open, and a soft call of your name follows. You didn't even know he left, to be frank, but you don't say anything as he stalks into the bedroom with another call of your name.

"Are you awake?"

"Am now," you murmur.

"Can we please talk about things?" He sounds desperate, like he knows this is killing you, weighing you down like a sac of bricks and keeping you from him.

"You talk," you say, nodding into your pillow. "I have nothing to say."

"Okay. I understand."

A muscular arm reaches over your frame to reach for your hand, and when you don't put up a fight to keep his hand away, he sighs shakily.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, linking his pinkie finger with yours. You screw your eyes shut and sniffle, and you hear him swallow thickly. “I was just so upset to know that you were right to worry-“

“What?”

“Wait- No!” He says quickly, panic in his voice. “No, wait, that’s not what I meant.” He’s never been good with his words. You let him continue, your heart sinking into your stomach all the same. He sighs shakily, “I meant that you were right about me being here. I should’ve been. We haven’t had dinner together in weeks, and I just… I got so caught up in new sponsorships and gigs that I wanted more, and I thought they had more to give.”

“They want you, Kiyoomi,” you mumble. “I see it. It’s the same way I bugged you when we first started dating, just to show how much I liked you. They’re doing that.”

“I know,” he sighs. Then, he pauses, squeezing your pinky, “I went to talk to them. Told them if they couldn't keep it professional and cut the shit, they can search for other clients. Because I don't want them making either of us uncomfortable anymore. And even if they did want me, I don't care.” He crawls over to you and bends slightly to have his head dangling in front of you, curls flipping upside down at the action. “Because I want you.”

You snort at the sight.

“So can we please cuddle, and you grab my teeth or sniff me or whatever feral thing you usually do?” He asks, leaning forward to kiss you on the nose. “Miss your stupid affections.”

“I miss giving them to you,” you say, moving a finger up slowly to try and pick his nose, just to make him squirm, a sign of a truce. He grunts and whips his head back, letting your laughter fill the room, rather than your tears. When you feel him sit back on his side of the bed, you take your time in flipping over, finally meeting his dark eyes again, filled with hope and adoration that has you falling in love with him all over again.

"You are irresistible," you say, reaching for his hand again.

"Don't care. I don't want anyone looking at me if it means you and I never fight again."

You laugh and gently kiss his hand, flicking your gaze up at him, "we'll go look at paper bags for you to wear this weekend."

He removes his hand from yours to gently cup your cheek, thumb stroking over the swells lovingly.

"It's a date."

[cybertroniannugget]

What if… Sam had a sibling who is very chaotic!!!! And they survive through out the Bayverse movies and when they meet Hound, Crosshairs and Drift, how would those 3 react to the crazy lil human?!? ;-;

(Could you possibly add Optimus Prime and Bumblebee!?)

Okay this is the first ever request I answer, kinda nervous tbh.

Hope you like it, and thanks for requesting^^

It's called Haiku...

Also, I don't know what pictures to add lmao

About this fic: sfw, gn reader, takes place in aoe

901 words

Sitting in the passenger's seat, squished next to Shane, you look out the window.

Sure, it was uncomfortable, but there were only 3 seats for the 4 of you.

You didn't say anything though, after they had just lost their friend, complaining would be of no use.

So you watch the wide desert landscape going by.

A white truck drove by on the other side of the road, but you didn't pay that much attention to it.

That's when the truck you four were in started rumbling. At first you didn't know what was going on, but when the seats shifted back roughly, the worn down leather replaced by more comfortable fabric seats you kind of got an idea.

"A man of taste I see. Western Stars are pretty nice.", you complimented, after seeing the symbol on the steering wheel, before the autobot logo took its place.

You opened the window to take a look at the Prime's new altmode.

Red flames across the blue paintjob, and everything was just so shiny.

"I must say, you looking good Prime!", you laugh, sticking your head back in.

"It was awesome but it was insane!", you heard Shane yell out excitedly.

The Prime's deep voice echoed over the radio, calling for his Autobots.

"I wonder If I'll see Bumblebee again. I missed that guy."

"Bumblebee?", Cade asked.

"Yeah, he's an Autobot don't worry. He's no giant insect, if that's what you thought about."

The man just raised an eyebrow at you, making Tessa chuckle in amusement.

After a few more minutes of driving you all got out of the truck, after Optimus opened the doors for you.

"Your dad is nice, but he needs to relax a lil...", you whisper to Tessa.

"He sure does, but he's trying his best."

"Never doubted that, don't worry.", you add, nudging her arm gently.

Optimus transformed, being greeted by his bots.

"Mr. free leader of the galaxy. I knew you'd make it. I never doubted it."

"Just who are these guys...", you mumble, looking around.

The green one with what looks like a cape suddenly turned to point his guns at you.

"Oh okay, that one feels like killin today...", you say, raising you arms sarcastically.

When the biggest one started lifting his guns was when you started sweating though.

But having fate on your side, like always, Optimus stopped them.

"Thanks Prime, I thought I was done for this time."

"🎶...Survivor! 🎶", Bee's Radio echoed.

"What's he mean by that now?", Hound asked, adjusting his cigar.

"We go way back. I saw Megatron so many times already. He nearly killed me twice but meh, still alive and kicking"

"Wait, aren't you that human from the fight in-?", Drift turned to ask.

"Chicago? Yeah, I've been there. Threw a brick at Megs myself.", you interrupted, proud of your past actions, arms crossed before your chest. "I've been there since the beginning. When it was just about a pair of glasses from my crazy great grandfather."

"They have fought with us. They're the only human I know I can trust."

"Rude...", Shane mumbled under his breath.

"I mean, how'd a squishy survive all that?!", Hound asked into the round of Cybertronians and humans

"Who you callin squishy?! I'm not the big one here."

"Pff, that's just armor. I'm as fast as a horse!"

"Well first of, it's as healthy as a horse. And also, it's none of your damn business how I survived all the shit I've been through. Because honestly, I don't even know myself. Maybe I'm just lucky"

You shrug, looking up at Optimus, who's serious demeanor made your heart sink.

He's always been serious yes, but a kind soul. Always open for questions.

Now he's just, well... dark.

"Well, but I'm sure as hell gonna survive this, so when we startin?!"

"Enthusiasm, I like it.", Crosshairs mentioned, spinning a gun in his servo, before tucking in back into his belt.

"🎶Where have youuuu been?!🎶", Bumblebee sang over the radio.

"Oooh, Rihanna, you got some mad taste Bee!"

Sticking your hands into the pockets of your worn down jeans, you look up at the yellow and black bot, who's optics were fixed on you.

"Well, after Chicago I needed a new place to stay. So I applied to work in a different hospital. And it led me to Austin, Texas."

You laugh

"In the good ol' south", you say, mocking the southern accent.

"I think I like that one", Hound says, leaning back against a rock wall.

"They have what it takes, like sunset colors on blue,

strength guts and virtue.", Drift added.

"If this is another hiku I swear Imma blow you to shreds...", Crosshairs murmured, turning to walk away.

"It's called Haiku!", you correct him.

"What?", he mumbled annoyed.

"I don't care what it's called. I just want to leave this place."

"Well, I like it, thank you.", you say to Drift, smiling at the bot.

In this moment of peace, it was of course Crosshairs who needed to add something unnecessary.

"Nah, it's lame"

Without warning, Drift jumped at him, swords drawn, ready to attack.

"And I thought I was crazy...", you whisper to Bee, rolling your eyes.

The bot snickered.

"Lord may you give me strength to not make anyone here short circuit on purpose..."

You squint your eyes, thinking.

"I don't even know their names yet... Wow"

"🎶Still don't know your name🎶"

"Oh you're right tho Bee.", you laugh

[niningtori]

see me | chapter three: just out of reach

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: after another failed relationship, you're ready to accept your fate as hopeless. choi beomgyu has other plans, though. or, beomgyu's your best friend's little brother and he's tired of you treating him like a kid.

genre: romance, angst, angst with a happy ending, best friend's brother au

word count: 2.2k

notes: it's my favorite person's birthday, so of course i have to post. i love beomgyu so much, y'all. also, i really do plan on making a masterlist soon i SWEAR. i just haven't yet :,). see end of work for more notes :)

beomgyu tries every trick in the book, but nothing seems to help. he tries lessening the gap between you physically to see if it translates to emotionally, but you just brush off every encounter like he's some fucking kid tugging on the back of a grownup's shirt.

he puts on the clothes that he knows suit him best, the ones that drive all the girls crazy, but the most you ever do is compliment him with "i like your shirt, beomie!" and ruffle his silky hair just like you always have.

he even tries lowering his already baritone voice and whispering seductively from behind you, but all you do is ask him if there's something in his throat and giggle as his breath tickles your ear. it feels like he's putting on an entire monkey show for a brick wall, that's about how unresponsive you are to his advances. he almost wonders how you even got into your past relationships in the first place because you seem so oblivious it hurts.

"quick, what else can i do to get her to fall for me?" he texts his friends in a crisis. the trip is over tomorrow and he's made no material progress. he looks to them for the millionth time this week and by now they're all thinking the same thing: it's hopeless. still, the more pitying ones, kai and soobin, tiptoe around that thought while yeonjun and taehyun tell him in no uncertain terms that this entire endeavor is fruitless. it stings, if he's being honest, but in a way, he kind of knows they're right. he's becoming increasingly less subtle, but you seem to be unmoved by every action.

-

"why don't we go to a bar tonight?" yijun suggests in honor of your last night of vacation.

"i'm in," jia replies with a smile.

you heartily agree and decide to dress yourself up a little more than usual. your self confidence has taken yet another blow from yet another unfaithful partner, so the act of putting on makeup and a pretty outfit does wonders for your confidence, but beomgyu is more anxious than ever when he spots you in the outfit you've chosen for the bar. you're always pretty to him, as cliché and insincere as that may sound, but he knows you'll be turning even more heads than usual tonight. he imagines a man piquing your interest right in front of him and it makes his stomach churn. no way in hell is he gonna let that happen —

— is what he says, at least. but some random stranger piquing your interest is the least of his worries now that you're actually at the bar. never in his wildest dreams did he foresee what is actually happening before him right now, which is you being pulled away with a dazed look on your face by none other than doyoon himself.

"what the fuck is he doing here?" and it sounds so much like his own inner monologue he almost thinks it was he himself who said it, but he turns and sees jia with her signature scowl and knows it was actually her.

"that's what i wanna know," beomgyu mumbles.

"who is that?" yijun asks cluelessly.

"that's doyoon," jia answers with venom laced in her tone.

"oh shit, the doyoon?"

"the one and only," jia sneers. "fuck it, i'm going to get her!"

"baby, no," yijun reasons incredibly patiently. "you've gotta let her make decisions for herself. let her do what she needs to do."

"what she needs to do is get her ass back here."

"don't you trust her?" he asks with a frown.

"when it comes to doyoon? nope. not at all." beomgyu flinches at this. he'd been there and heard firsthand just how desperate you were to keep a connection with doyoon after your breakup. there were countless times when he overheard jia scolding you for texting him even after he essentially ripped your heart out, set it ablaze, and stomped on the ashes.

"you shouldn't have to beg somebody to love you, you know?" he remembers jia reasoning.

"i know that, it's just — i just really love him. i don't know who i am without him," you said between tears.

"that's exactly why you don't need him," jia replied softly.

he stopped listening after that. his heart broke with yours for the first — and certainly not the last — time.

beomgyu can't take it. honestly? you haven't even been gone for very long, but when he thinks of the fact that you're out talking to doyoon of all people, he can't help but take a large gulp of whatever liquor he can get his hands on. he's very obviously staring at you talking to doyoon, but you seem without a care in the world if the smile on your face is any indication as to how you're feeling. he can feel the fiery alcohol bubbling up in his stomach as it churns at the possibilities of what could be happening between you two. are you letting him back into your life? does that sentiment even apply when his mark seems to have never really left in the first place? he doesn't know. if he thinks about it carefully, maybe he never wants to know.

-

"how are you?" doyoon asks with the charming smile you used to love so much.

"i..." you hesitate to answer. if you're being honest, you're not doing too hot at the moment and haven't been in a very long time. doyoon seems to take your hesitation as an answer in and of itself.

"yeah, i'm not doing so well, either," he says with a ghost of a smile.

"really?" you ask, head whipping up towards him before you can reel yourself back in. doyoon was always doing well, and even when he wasn't, nobody would be able to tell.

"really."

"why not?" you can't help but ask.

"if i told you my career is at a dead end, would you laugh and tell me i deserve it?"

"... i don't know."

"thank you for not knowing instead of just saying you would," he laughs. "you know, you're a lot kinder than i ever deserved for you to be." you're taken aback by this. you can't believe he's referencing your past relationship in a positive way. after your one-sided breakup, you tried to keep in contact with him in every way possible until he straight up told you you were being pathetic. his words, not your own. what you're even more surprised at, however, is how much you don't care. your heart doesn't seem to clench at the mere sight of his face, let alone at his emotionally provocative words.

"you know, i have no right to say this, but i'm going to, anyway. i'm sorry for what i did to you. really, i am. and if you ever want to get a drink with me sometime, i'd really like to make it up to you."

"i can't believe you have the nerve to say that to me," you counter without missing a beat, shocking even yourself. it only takes you about a millisecond to realize how much you mean it, though. doyoon is floored, to say the very least, but he regains his composure smoothly, just like he always does.

"i figured, but i still thought i'd ask. i know you have someone now, too. i guess it's shameless of me to ask." you stare at him quizzically. could he be talking about donghyun? he can't be. there's no way he'd know about him.

"what do you mean?"

"oh wow, i'm surprised he hasn't told you yet."

"wait, what? who?" you're a little tipsy, so his circuitous way of talking is making your head spin.

"well, if you don't know, i'm sure you will soon," he smirks as he locks eyes with beomgyu, who is currently glaring daggers at him from across the bar.

"i'll let you go," he sighs. "it was nice talking to you, even if you secretly want me to fuck off and never speak to me again." you actually crack a smile at this.

"you know what? it was nice talking to you, too."

you needed this. you needed some tangible closure and you finally have it. as you walk back to your party, you feel lighter than you have in a long, long time. you're finally prepared to fully let go.

-

the night sky is alight with white stars and the salty air is cool against your bare legs. the sound of waves billowing back and forth lull you into a trance, but your reverie is broken by the sound of someone stumbling behind you.

"beomie?"

"hi," he greets a little too loudly while plopping down beside you unceremoniously. you can't help but giggle at how drunk he is. what a cute kid, you think.

"what are you doing out here so late? you should be sleeping it off by now," you tease, nudging his shoulders with yours. you almost notice him lean into your touch, but you don't quite catch it.

"just wanna think," he says.

"about what?"

"a lot of things," he shrugs. you hum in understanding.

"you know, we never got to finish our conversation the other day. what's been bugging you lately?"

he pauses for a moment.

"i'm kinda hung up on someone, honestly," he admits with a lopsided smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes and you're genuinely stunned. he's never been particularly open about any girls he's been involved with, though there have been many based on what jia says. you'd be lying if you said you're not curious to know what kind of girl has the power to make the seemingly impenetrable beomgyu anxious, but you're mainly worried about how he's feeling.

"oh no, what happened?" you ask, sincerely concerned.

"nothing happened," he deadpans. "nothing ever happens. that's the problem." your brows knit in confusion.

"so you haven't made a move on her? why?" you can't fathom why beomgyu of all people would feel like this. he's never seemed to have an issue with getting whoever and whatever he wanted.

"i've tried, but i don't think she's interested in me in that way," he hints as nonchalantly as he can manage in his decidedly not-so-sober state. truthfully, he's not doing the best job at being discreet, either. but you don't notice a thing.

"i don't think that's true. i'm sure if you opened up to her she'd like you. you just have to be vulnerable and who knows? maybe she's interested but just doesn't know how to say it. she probably thinks you don't like her, honestly." his hazy eyes light up with hope. do you know you're the girl in question? are you both talking around the same point?

"you really think so?" he asks, heart racing. even through his drunkenness, he's putting the pieces together, albeit incorrectly.

"of course i do! i mean, you're a catch," you giggle and his heart flutters. "just be yourself and i'm sure you'll get somewhere with her. you can be so hard to read sometimes. maybe she just needs a little push?" the next second, your breath hitches as you feel warm lips latching onto yours. beomgyu is gripping your face with an intensity you've never known before. his lips are nice and warm, if a little chapped, while his eyes are scrunched shut with his long, dark eyelashes trembling in the moonlight. you gasp when he trails his hand down to the small of your back and he takes the opportunity to enter your mouth with his alcohol-laden tongue wrapping around yours. it's easy to melt into the feeling of pure heat with someone, especially when you're tipsy, so you do. you feel yourself melting further into his touch, but when he moans into the kiss, you finally register exactly who that someone is and push him off in a hurry.

"what the hell are you doing?!" you exclaim. you're panting now, face flushed and lips swollen, all thanks to him. he's absolutely fascinated by that fact. hypnotized, even.

"what do you mean?" he asks while blinking his big, watery eyes. he looks so innocent you almost can't believe he's the one who was snaking his tongue down your throat mere moments ago. oh. his tongue was down your throat mere moments ago. the thought itself has you sputtering out questions before your mind can quite catch up.

"w-what do you mean what do i mean? why'd you k-kiss me?"

"'cause i wanted to. 'cause i love you."

the world around you implodes and alarms blare in your ear. what the hell? you've only ever seen beomgyu as a good friend and maybe even a brother, but this? this was simply unprecedented. you would've never in a million years guessed that he harbored even a fraction of a non-platonic feeling for you. he must be drunk out of his fucking mind.

"i just love you so much," he slurs with his lisp in full effect. it's almost as if he can hear your thoughts and is intent on dispelling them.

you hesitate to reply and have the sorriest look on your face, so even in his current state he immediately understands that he misread the signs.

"beomie," you begin slowly and he winces. "i don't—"

"hey, i know. you don't have to tell me. i know," he says simply. "i was the one who misunderstood. you can forget this ever happened." he rises from your side and starts to walk away.

"beomie, wait!" you exclaim.

and, of course, he waits. you've always been able to gently twist his heartstrings in between your fingertips.

"yes?"

"i'm just.. i just don't want to lose you. you mean so much to me."

"you won't." and you never will. that's the problem.

you're at a loss for words, but he just smiles as if he already understands everything you can't seem to verbalize and it breaks your heart. why does it feel like he's the one babying you? with that, he turns away and resumes walking back to the house. you don't stop him this time. you don't have the guts to.

notes pt. 2: r u mad at me? i know i said this will probably be the final chapter, but there's so much more to say. i'm thinking there will probably be one or two more before i finally feel like the story has run its course. also, my pacing is so shit but i'm working on it <3 bear with me please! also, feedback is always appreciated! i'm a words of affirmation kind of gal.

[toxictigertonic]

Okay. Here me out. I know I already asked for something and this i can't ask for anything ever again from you but please your magnificents I am but a poor little British boy asking for the crust of your bread:

WHAT IF THEY WERE HOSTING A BAKE SALE. WHAT IF.

Keep asking me things!! I love to yap!! My bread crusts are free, I shall even throw in some butter for them!!

A bake sale hosted by the prime assets for the reagents would be the most hectic, hilarious, and probably dangerous thing you've ever seen, and that's saying a lot. Where did they get the baking materials? Did anyone follow a recipe? Should you eat anything that Franco or Leland had a hand in creating? Who knows!

COYLE

- He cannot bake to save his life.

- It's both underbaked and overbaked at the same time. Outside's burnt to a cinder and the inside is still batter. Turn down the heat on your oven you fool.

- He'd either try to make something really simple, like oatmeal cookies, or he'd think he's a God at baking and try to make some shit like macarons or a soufflé.

- Kinda guy who thinks he can just fuck with the measurements and imgredients in a recipe and still have it come out the same. Also doubles his recipes and forgets to double the baking soda (I'm guilty of that ngl)

- The reagents would buy his baked goods just to use them as throwable items. Bricks are out, Coyle's homemade oatmeal rocks are in.

- Honestly I think he'd be good at making things taste good, he just can't bake them properly.

- As for being at the bake sale, he's immediately jealous of how good Phyllis' desserts look. They've got that homemade charm but still look amazing.

- Takes some comfort in seeing the mess Franco is serving up though.

- Would tell people that if they don't like the way his cookies are baked then they should make them themselves. I payed 2 tickets for these cookies I deserve to complain.

MOTHER GOOSEBERRY

- The QUEEN of the bake sale. Bow down to her.

- She spent an entire month planning and prepping for this bake sale, this has been the only thing on her mind for 4 goddamn weeks.

- Makes at least 5 or 6 different desserts, ranging from mini apple pies, to simple chocolate chip cookies, to actual perfectly made macarons. This woman is magic when it comes to baking.

- She even has cute little packaging for all of her baked goods. This woman went all out and you better appreciate her.

- Will offer you a sample if you don't know what something is, but if you say you don't like it you better be ready to answer to Futterman.

- Futterman is not allowed to advertise the baked goods. Mainly bc anyone who says they aren't interested is chased down. There's no more room underneath the table to hide unfortunate reagents.

- Besides, Phyllis is already amazing at advertising her own baked goods. Her personality makes people want to try her stuff immediately (and the table smells heavenly).

- By the end of the bake sale, her table is empty. Sold through everything and had people begging to order stuff from her. (There might be some angel dust in those cookies but don't tell her I told you that)

- Franco was not allowed to try any of her baked goods. Samples are only for paying customers, little man. He tried to snag one secretly many a time but he's almost gotten a drill to the hand as punishment.

- Coyle and Franco fight over who gets to lick the spoon when she's done mixing batter. Neither of them get it, Futterman gets the spoon.

FRANCO

- I want you to be honest now. Would you really eat anything he made? Would you trust his baking skills?

- Remember how I said he likes his cookies severely underbaked? That's what he's bringing to the bake sale. Just nearly raw cookie dough. And it's not even good cookie dough.

- I love him, you know I do, but he would not change spoons between taste testing the dough.

- Forgot about the bake sale until the day of and just threw something together so Phyllis wouldn't yell at him for not participating.

- The only way I'm trusting anything he makes is if Phyllis is supervising him. They can make thumbprint cookies together :)

- Honestly I'd probably just give him 50 dollars and let him buy things rather than allow him to sell things. Let him buy some cake pops.

- The reagents bully him for his shitty baking skills, and the poor guy had to hand Lupara off to Phyllis at the door. He's just gotta take it, or start a fist fight.

- He'd throw a mini tantrum anytime somebody bought from the other two. How DARE you not buy his cookies, he made them with love! And potentially teeth.

- Spends most of the bake sale trying to steal a single thing from Phyllis bc she won't let him have any samples. Hides under the table and keeps getting his hand slapped by her.

Keep sending in requests, art or headcanons I don't mind! It gives me something to do and I love any chance to draw or think of the sillies.

[akajustmerry]

do you have a top 5 richonne moments?

hell YEA. 💕

In Alexandria when they first get there and rick has one of his classic covered in blood madman monologues and she comes up behind him and knocks him tf out mid sentence and later, he's basically like thank you for not letting me lose my mind <3 it's hot because 1) rick is so hot when he's in maniac mode 2) michonne is so hot when she steals scenes and 3) you know if anyone else did that to him he would NOT have thanked them lol. true LOVE. (I also love this scene cos the first time I watched it was with my then bestie and he was like "rick got MICH-OWNED" and we laughed for ages)

would be remiss not to mention that moment in season 3ish (???) when michonne tries to cheer rick up by letting him know she too also used to talk to her dead ex so she's not bothered by him seeing things and rick smiles for pretty much the first and only time that season hehehe.

it's not really a richonne moment in that way, but danai and Andrew's performances while Carl is dying are so good. like there's a lot of stuff in twd that's forgettable but not that. All the love that's there between the 3 of them in that scene is so guttwrenching and there's the added element of how the cast knew the death was for such bullshit reasons idk. for a death that was so unscrupulous, their performances made it mean something so full of love.

on a lighter note, that bit in I don't rmr what season when rick is gonna head off to do something insane about the junk people or the saviours or whatever and michonne kisses him Like That™ sksksksnsnsndn it's not just because I love them and they love each other so much but also that I'm bi and wanna be them both so badly I could chew on titanium bricks. like that's what mitski is singing about when she's like, "give me one good movie kiss and I'll be alright"

honestly, a lot of people talk about horny and cute they are in say yes and amen 🫡 BUT since that episode is also the richonne thesis statement and manifesto the combat scenes are also SO GOOD. like, richonne isn't just a hot couple madly in love, they are an undefeatable combat duo. even before they were together when they go on their first runs and fight off the governor and terminus etc, they're so (I'm sorry I have no other phrase) drift compatible. they don't even need to speak most of the time they just know what to anticipate from each other. the way rick and michonne fight as such a seemless team with so much trust. unparalleled. genuinely, hope I know a love like that someday (minus undead shit).

this doesn't count because it's just a danai/Andrew moment but that episode in season 8ish when rick's imagining life growing old in Alexandria with michonne? anyway, I think it was in talking dead or something and danai and andrew were being asked about how the make up department aged them and andrew is like, "it was so RUDE. I had to spend hours getting all this old man make up and then I walk on set and all they've done is give danai grey hair!" and she's just like, "well, Black don't crack, baby" they're so funny 🥹

[b00ks1ut]

It’s All About Trust

Joe Liebgott X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, war, fluff (an attempt anyway I think), swearing, Briefly mention of reader being a medic, reader has a shit ton of siblings (relatable), not that many physical descriptions if any, mentions of death, normal Band of Brothers stuff

Sorry if this is bad. I’ve never written any BoB fanfiction and really have like hardly any writing experience at all so hopefully this isn’t horrible. Please give me feed back if you want. Thank you! Also sorry for the ending. It’s kinda abrupt but it’s the best I could get lol

Bois Jacques is hell. A very very cold hell. Nothing could truly combat the cold that seeps into everyone around me. Not even the plainish slop they feed us in an attempt at food. Or in the current case, cold, hard “pancakes”, or that’s what Domingus says they are.

Don pokes at his and calls after our ever so kind cook, “Joe these smell like my armpit!”

“At least your armpit is warm.” Skip grumbles from Malarkey’s side as he holds his pancake up for emphasis.

“You want syrup with that?” Domingus sasses back to him.

“Joe, be honest, what’s in these things anyway?” Don asks the retreating man.

“Nothing you won’t eat, Malarkey.” He replies.

“I won’t eat Malarkey.” Spina shoots back quickly causing us all grouped up to let out a chorus of laughs.

Julian brings back the topic of Babe and Spina’s run in with a German on their search for 3rd Battalion. “Hey, maybe Hinkle would like your share, huh?”

This happens to hit my funny bone and I let out a snort leading to the rest of the men’s laughter to only further increase until Peacock comes around looking for Dike.

“Try battalion CP, sir.” I tell the man. The rest of us wait for him to walk away on his hunt for the company CO before we break our into giggles again.

“Try Paris.” Skip laughs.

“Try Hinkle.” Malarkey adds, only increasing our laughter and before I know it tears are pricking my eyes.

Spina begins his less than great German impression and I have to leave before I piss myself laughing.

I seem to run into a brick wall in my way back to my foxhole, tears of laughter still stinging my eyes.

“Sorry ‘bout that (y/n/n).” A deep southern voice speaks from above me.

I take a look and send a smile at the blonde who’s got me held by the shoulders.

“You’re all good Bull, no harm done.” I tell him as I step out of his hold. “Sorry about that.”

“No harm done.” He repeats before walking away with a smile sent to me.

I continue to make my way back to my temporary home of a frozen foxhole. I look down to find none other than Joseph Liebgott.

I’ve always had a soft spot for the rageful Jew. I don’t think it’s any specific thing that made me so drawn to him but rather his whole entire being.

On the other hand he’s never shown any direct attraction to me. Sure nearly all the men of Easy have sent me a glance at least once but I don’t blame them, I’m one of the few women they’ve interacted with past a single night in around 2 years. But past a glance none of the boys have soberly tried anything.

Especially Joe. He’s not unfriendly to me but he’s never really gone out of his way to interact with me. Not until now.

He’s sitting alone in my foxhole, hands tucked under his armpits, gun leaning in the dirt next to him, and his eyes intensely trained on the line.

“Joe? Did you get lost?” I ask him with a small laugh.

“Uh?” He looks up at me and gives me a small smile. “Not lost, just looking for someone to talk to.”

“Luz’s hole is like 2 over that way.” I told him pointing in the direction of the jester’s own hiding place.

“Well good thing I wasn’t looking for George then, yeah?” He says with his trademark smirk. “I can leave if you’d like me to, though.”

"You're fine, but can I ask a question?" I asked as I began the short descent into the frozen foxhole.

"Shoot away (y/l/n)." The Californian told me, looking back at the line across the cold, white field.

"Why are you talking to me? I'm don't mean to be rude but you've never put any effort into having any interaction with me." I asked sitting across from him and stuffing my frozen hands into my jacket pockets.

"I'm just trying to be friendly. No time better than the present, right? Do you have a problem with that? I can leave if you need me to." Joe had begun to get a little defensive but that's hardly surprising when he'll jump at a chance to be upset, whether isn’t reasonable or not.

"Why now? There's hardly a point in making friends when fucking Babe and Spina barely just ran from a Kraut fucking foxhole so excuse my confusion at your extremely sudden olive branch when we're all about to be sent home either on a stretcher or in an enveloped as a piece of shitty metal with our names stamped into it!" I grabbed my dog tags and shook them for emphasis. It took all of my self control to not start yelling or crying, but I could feel the sting of unshed tears at my eyes. "We're all going to be blown to kingdom come by all of this damned artillery." I whisperd.

"Hey. That's not true. We've made it this far but look at us. Sitting in this frozen hell hole and you're alive, I'm alive, and so is Bull and George, Don, Babe, Doc, Skip, Penkala, Perco, and Buck and Lip." He began listing some of the guys we had been with for so long. "I know it's scary and there's not a single thing I can promise you to make anything seem ok, because I'm scared and I have no clue what's going to happen even 10 seconds from now but one thing I can tell you that might make you feel slightly better is that you've made it this far. You made it through Sobel's shitty personalty, Normandy, Carentan, and I know that if you have made it this far without a scratch then what can take you down? You’re what, one of nine kids back at home, you managed to talk and work your way into the airborne and then continue to be an absolute badass throughout boot camp and combat!” He took a break to really look at me and I took that as an opportunity to defend myself and my feelings.

“I’m really flattered but don’t you think I’ve been too lucky? I’ve come so far with nothing more than a bruise and I’m sure the next thing you know I’ll be blown to pieces! I don’t know why I thought I could do this, Joe! I’m fucking terrified and there’s no where to go!” I can feel the tears beginning to well in my eyes and in a sorry attempt to stop them I look to the sky. “I don’t know what I’m doing here anymore.”

“Hey, you can’t go thinking like that. You’re going to make it out of here alive. I need you to believe that because trust me when I say that you are the toughest damned woman I’ve ever met in my life.” He scooted closer to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side.

The tears couldn’t be held any longer and the dam broke, salty waves rolling down the sides of face into my hair line. A sob escaped my lips before I could muffle it with a fist that had been stuffed between my lips only seconds too late.

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, (y/n), we’re all feeling it, you’re the only one brave enough to let anyone see it.”

I let out a scoff. ‘Brave’ is not the right word to use. “I’m pathetic. I’m sitting here crying, doing nothing to help anyone around me who has it worse. I’m a a medic for fuck’s sake, I shouldn’t be crying when I routinely see how bad I could have it.”

Joe had only pulled me closer and wrapped his other arm around me, essentially cradling my shaking form. “Don’t you see? That’s what makes you so brave, (y/n). You see all these men in so much pain and put yourself in harms way to make sure they get patched up and safe. You are completely allowed to be overwhelmed and scared and cold and any other feeling a person can have. Not one man here would blame you for being upset right now. They know that as long as you are safe so are they, because when shit goes down you’re always there to help us.” He was talking so softly and so gently that I couldn’t help but cry harder.

“Oh fuck.” I muttered , wiping at my eyes. “I’m sorry Joe.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for Doll.” He gave me an affectionate pat. “Just know that you are such a light in the dark here, and not one of the men in these woods would judge you right now.”

I gave him a weak smile and sniffed, wiping at my eyes and nose. “Thank you, Joe, really. I’m forever grateful.”

“Oh don’t mention it, just don’t go telling anyone that I give out cuddles, I can’t have my reputation ruined like that.” Joe snickered with his smirk and a pat to my side.

“Your secret is safe with me as long as you don’t go telling people I cry.” I tittered and wrapped my arm around his neck.

“Your secret is safe with me, (y/n).”

“How do I know you’re not lying to me?”

“It’s all about trust. I trust you, you trust me; that’s how this has to work, yeah?” I was nearly bumping noses with him and if I wanted to I could just lean in a little and kiss him. The thought quickly crosses my mind but part of me knows better.

“I trust you, Joseph Liebgott.” I meant it, with more of my heart than I thought was still there.

[system-of-a-feather]

Oh man is it ever good to hear from another system that's primarily avoidant attached. We always felt kinda.. on the sidelines compared to other systems because we have a track record of stonewalling (moreso had for this one) and being able to competently mask vulnerability just enough. The whole "If we can't control our surroundings, we can at least control our reaction which is to give nothing" etc. It's something we've done a lot of work on as well, but it does feel lonely when extending a pinky towards others makes them feel like you hate them because you didn't extend your whole hand at the drop of a hat. At least take me out to dinner first (joke)

GOD RELATABLE MAN FUCK. Like look I'm giving you my pinky as a sign that I trust and love you and I KNOW most people offer their hand every time they meet you and a lot of the other traumatized folk here have an issue of jumping into your arms and we've kinda all grown used to that but its not cause I dont TRUST you thst you get just a pinky, its just that my baseline of openness and vulnerability is just that much higher ;=;

This pinky of mine means so much trust and its pathetic compared to others but please appreciate my attempt before I tie my hands behind my back ;;=;; (half joking and being melodramatic)

But honestly like, I know a lot of us with more avoidant attachment get sidelined by the nature of avoidant attachment making it so "we all look totally fine, have no notable attachment issues, dont look over here everythings normal and good nothing to see here" but yesterday I was really wanting to strangle my stubborn brain and went "MAN REAL TALK TIME ON TUMBLR DOT COM CAUSE IM GONNA THROW A BRICK OUT A WINDOW NOT CALLING THIS MALADAPTIVE BITCH HABIT OUT FOR BEING FRUSTRATING AS SHIT"

But yeah, solidarity among the avoidant attached fucks. We're quiet and definitely don't have issues at all but you know, solidarity over totally not having an issues what so ever. /j

[cishetlessfashion]

you will always be a woman 🫶 but you go keep being delusional pooner, in the end you will always be a cis girl with a female brain

That pussy better stank, otherwise I don't want it

Popped a Perc 30, got straight to fuckin'

That pussy dulce, smokin' fentanyl-laced cereal milk, I see God

This shit ain't nothin' to me, man

That pussy got me screamin', cryin', pissin', shittin', shootin' ropes

Yeah, we gettin' that Pirate Bay, alien shish kabob, cordyceps money

I hope them aliens are real, so that I have more things to fuck

Smokin' the Qui-Gon Jinn, Vietnamese, Phillips-head runtz

She suck me, like a cordless Dyson V8

I'm in a k-hole lickin' balloon knot

When I got the meat cannon, I bе shootin' straight rope

This shit ain't nothin' to me, man

Chanel optics got mе seein' shit

I need fentanyl, slime

I just popped a whole garbanzo bean, fuck you mean?

I smoke real Emrānī, rapscallion ghost nuggets

Y'all can't fuck with me

I'm him, I been him, I will continue to be him

Yellow rubies glistenin', like piss

Gulpin' sea monkeys by the gallon, my tummy feel crazy

That coochie yummy, slime

That coochie doin' it for me, slime

They thought they could stop a demon, I'm back

The zaza got me speakin' Esperanto

This shit ain't nothin' to me, man

We out here cloud seedin', the scope gleamin'

You can't trust me, I don't even trust myself

I don't even know who I am anymore, I'm gettin' too much money

Ass so fat, I'm peakin' off this Danny Phantom, slime

Can you remind me who I am?

Get the president on the phone now

I fronted him a brick, I need my money

[villainsimpqueen]

Eternal Bloodlines

Adriana tepes/ Alucard x Male Dhampire reader

This fanfic is for 18+ Audience's due to it containing gorey themes and later on smut.

Also available on A03

chapter 6

And fuck,

Wasn't he just a stunning sight to see?

For a Man, he was as beautiful as any fine woman.

"I will blast your head off before your fangs even dare grace his neck."

You blinked now the woman moved behind the blonde haired man.

He made a slight noise before grabbing the brunette haired man's arm, twisting it hard causing him to yelp, dropping his blade and the blonde turned moving closer to the woman baring his fangs.

"I thought you saw me as your messiah." He had a smooth voice,

Yet it didn't fall into your ears like honey, it didn't soothe your soon boiling blood as you saw the woman's eyes widen some, hesitancy and fear filling them as she took a step back.

"I-"

You weren't seeing the speaker woman and the blonde headed vampire.

You were seeing an image of a woman you had thought you had forgotten.

How her eyes looked at you with fear as a vampire had her neck between his teeth. Had thrown his immortal power over her. How he had taken her life from herself and from her young son.

Such sick power over a woman who was so kind towards you.

You felt your heel hurtle into something hard with force to break through stone, a crunching of bone breaking under your boot and the sight of gold being flung away into the crumbling brick and slamming into a column away.

A gasp echoing in your ears as your hand wrapped delicately around a warm sleeved arm as you moved her behind you.

You're through rumbling with a growl that bites through your own two fanged lips as you bared your own towards the man.

"I dont give a damn what she sees you as," You snarled out, meeting sunrise eyes looking at you in stunned surprise. Your hand twirling your staff to your ax as you had it ready.

"You come near her again and the hunter won't have to worry about ripping out your heart, There will be nothing to rip it out of."

You would kill him, before you allowed him to kill this woman. Her people were kind, and in turn that means she was kind as well. Violence isn't the speaker's way, so her threat would have mostly been a bluff, a fear tactic. But fear tactics from humans don't strike fear into vampires.

It's laughable at best.

But a vampire threatening another?

That wasn't laughable.

"...You're like a beacon for vampires." The hunter groaned out and you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was warm.

"I didn't know he was one…" The woman spoke but your eyes remained on the sunrise ones.

They moved as their carrier got back up.

"Surprising, Never thought a vampire would care about some humans." He spoke, his smooth voice not waving you from your stance.

"Much less willing to protect them."

You snarled.

"I only care about the woman." You clarified. "Don't give three shits about the piss smelling one."

You could see movement in your side vision and you felt the hand slide against your shoulder blades, the woman moving.

"Trevor dont." Her words cut and you spared a glance towards the human man before cutting back to the vampires.

The vampire's movements were far more important than the hunters.

"He is no different than that one." The hunter states, hands moving to a long rope. A whip then.

"He is. I know him" She speaks moving to your side, seeming to block the hunters path by your side. "He protected my family and he is still protecting me now, I will not let you hurt him."

Trusting

You didn't know why she was trusting you, You could easily devour her just like the sunrise eyes vampire could.

It was only the promise that you wouldn't harm speakers and would help them when asked that kept her safe from your hunger.

You didn't need protecting, yet she would put herself in harm's way too?

You glanced towards her to see the back of her head.

If it comes to it, you will be the one leaving these halls alive.

"He will kill you, Sypha." The man told her his eyes were moving between her and yours.

Untrusting, Smart.

It was wise to never trust a vampire.

Yet your eyes were met with bright ocean blue ones as she stared into them.

"He wouldn't." She said almost entirely confidently in her words.

"You wouldn't Y/n?"

Yes You would.

Is what you would do had she met you a year ago when all you cared was filling your never dying starvation. When your tongue yearned for daily village amounts of fresh Human blood. When you were nothing but an animal against your bloodlust.

But as you stared into those blue eyes, Eyes filled with such trust despite knowing what you were. Knowing that you were a hellspawn walking the earth no different from the night creatures.

She looked at you like how she had looked at you. Only looking for the best in you, despite the monstrous blood you bore.

No.

You couldn't.

You couldnt hurt her.

"Would you keep me safe?"

Safe?

From yourself? From other vampires? From night creatures?

You would.

Your answer was shown when you saw a flash of a sliver and the blade was met clashing against your own, sparks sliding against them as you grabbed her leaping out of the way of the sunrised eyes damned sword that flung after you in the air.

You saw the woman raise her hand despite her being held by your arm and move it upwards and a shield of ice shot from the ground as you landed. The sword stabbed into it, getting stuck.

"I believe actions speak louder than words." The smoothed damned voice dared to answer for you.

"I be damned." Muttered the hunter under his breath.

You ignored those ocean eyes that made you feel forgotten emotions as you let her go.

"You all will do." Sunrised eyes speak as he summons his blade from the ice back to his hand.

"We are going to kill my father."

Alucard.

Alucard Tepes, the son of Dracula, was the sleeping soldier.

Trevor

Trevor Belmont, was the hunter and last of his bloodline.

And

Sye was Sypha Belnades, a speaker magician.

Proper introductions said and made once Alucard led the group out of the catacombs and you all were at some abandoned house shack.

Your introduction was shorter than them,

"Y/n."

You simply had said as you piled more wood over Syphas fire in the shack.

"Just Y/n?" Alucard had asked as if he expected more.

You bared him a glance.

"Antiphonus, if you want to lose your tongue."

You saw him tilt his head.

"That's Nordic correct?" He asked.

"No, that name comes from greek…From olden stories of greek." Sypha spoke up and you glanced at her before looking back at Alucard.

"It's the name my father gave me." You simply state as you pull out a sharpening stone to sharpen your ax blade, cleaning it too.

"The hell kind of name is Y/n?" Trevor spoke up,

"I certainly ain't ever heard of it before."

Why were your names bringing up chatter?

"A name given to me by my mother." You huffed out. You suddenly rathered being alone, it was less annoying when you were alone. A Lot more quiet and your names didnt bring so much chatter and questioning.

"Was your mother human, or your father?"

your eyes snapped towards the blonde vampire.

So he could smell it off of you as much as you could smell it off of him.

"You say yours first." You shot back, you wouldn't be admitting shit if he wouldn't do the same. But you knew exactly which parent of his was the human.

The human wife that got burned at the stake.

It was petty of you, but why should you say anything of your own blood if he doesn't?

Would he say it? The son of Dracula Tepes, the 'Prince' of vampires, speaks out loud that he was nothing more but a half breed? Like you?

The humans looked between you both confused in their eyes as you and the other refused to look from each other.

For all they'd know or assume that he was born far before Dracula married and fucked a human.

"A human parent?" Sypha questions.

Your stare into the sunrise eyes was unwavering, it had caused many men back in your clan to buckle with unease, and it seems it still had that effect.

Alucard broke the stare first, a shudder seemed to break on his skin as he looked towards the two humans.

"My mother was Human." He answered and you watched with some amusement at how Syphas eyes widened as she looked over him and then looked at you.

"And yours?" She asked.

"Mother." You answered, and She smiled widely looking at the both of you.

"I have to know how that happened, there must be some interesting stories." She said eagerly.

Alucard chuckled.

"My mother just one day showed up to my fathers castle despite bodies on stakes, she pounded on the doors, demanded him to let her in and then demanded him to teach her science, medicine to heal people." He sounded so sincere and fond of his mother.

Demanded the King of Vampires to teach her? A simple human? And it worked?

You thought silently.

What did he even teach her?

"What was their first lesson? Bloodletting?"

Trevor's voice spoke up almost too eagerly.

He was met with an elbow to his side by Sypha and an annoyed glare from Aluacrd.

"My god, you still think your fun-"

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped your fanged lips. Sunrise eyes snapped towards you with disapproval but you could have cared less.

"See..He gets it." Trevor tried reasoning as he rubbed his side.

"You are so Rude." Sypha scolds him and then looks at you.

"What about you? How'd your parents meet?" She almost seemed excited to hear, a shame.

"My father and his men were pillaging her village, feeding." You started to explain watching her excitement fall and seeing how Trevor and Alucards faces hardened.

"He had the idea of half breeds in his head and when he saw her he gave her the choice to a fast death or live and bare him a hell spawn. She should've chosen the fast death."

The silence that came after was unsettling, or at least you assumed that it was due to how Sypha squirmed in her spot and how Trevor tapped his fingers against his folded arm.

Alucard's eyes bore into your head as you put your sharpening stone back and set your ax behind you on the ground.

They had questions.

You could feel it, you could feel each one of their questions on their tongues and now you waited to see who had the guts to ask them.

No one did.

The conversation was changed and the three of them chatted about other things as you had moved to a spot to rest. Laying on your back with your head between your crossed arms you let your eyes close and sleep reach your never waving mind.

Morning seemed to be a blink away as it came far too quickly. Breakfast was one you didn't partake in, not hunger for solid pleasantries. Your hunger in the morning was much more primal, vampiric.

"I can go find us a carriage if you all can behave." Sypha had announced shortly after breakfast.

"Please, we are not children." Alucard had spoken.

It was amusing since both he and Trevor could not stop insulting each other, like children.

Sypha eyed you all and you pushed up from the ground.

"You'd be going to the markets, yes? I'll join you." You say simply feeling the other two mens stiffening eyes. Sypha looked at you kindly but curiously.

"Why do you want to go huh?" Trevor questioned you, suspicion in his voice. It was annoying how pungent his scent was.

You turned looking over your shoulder baring into his eyes with your own.

" Animal blood." You started boredly, watching how the man tensed up his hand moving to his waist as stealthy as he could. You narrowed your eyes only slightly.

"Unless you want some poor village getting pillaged due to my hunger?" You felt your lips tilt up in a grin, showing your fangs.

Tension growing into the air, not just between you and the Hunter, but you could feel the sharp sunrise eyes burning into you more than the sun itself.

So strange, how you both were the same and yet he stared at you like you were more monster than him.

Perhaps you were.

But you would be damned if you forget what you were, you had changed, you had learned to control your hunger, you even favored a group of humans and was willing to help them.

But you were still were part fucking vampire and you will be damned if you ever felt ashamed of your blood.

You soon were shaken out of your eyelock when a hand smacked your chest making you turn to stare into ocean blue eyes.

"You are not pillaging nothing!" Sypha said scoldingly.

It was oddly funny with her scolding you considering you towered over her, and could easily overpower her if you had wished.

Yet seeing how her nose scrunched up as she glowered at you, her blue eyes trying to stay stern with you.

Her eyes are not judging you, unlike the two that burned into your back.

You felt the tilt of your lips soften some and your fangs being less noticeable as you made sure your Ax was fastened to your hip strap.

"Then the sooner i Have my breakfast the better." You tell her as you begin walking into the sun you were sure a hunter and dhampir would love it to set you ablazed in that moment.

such an amusing thought.

You walked the streets with Sypha, a silence between you but it wasn't tense. You could feel her questions. She bit back and sighed.

"Speak." You simply say as you both turned down another street. Her head turned towards you for a moment then back to the path.

"Do you really do it?" She started "Eat human blood?"

You hummed in confirmation.

"I had since birth and just human blood until a year ago." You tell her and she moves to look at you, those eyes filled with curiosity.

"Until a year ago? You said you came to Wallachia a year ago."

You nodded at her words.

"I was sent to travel by my father, away from the king's war. After devouring a few dozen villages by myself, I realized how alone it was." You told her, finding it easy with her, her curiosity not making you feel any sort of way.

"Do you still do it?" She asked and you turned to meet her gaze.

"I don't hunt humans anymore if that is what you're wondering." You watch her face as an ocean of emotions washes over it.

"Hunt them?" her voice was quieter. "Like animals?"

You simply stared into her eyes as you both had stopped walking.

You watched her jaw tense and how she swallowed as she stared into your inhuman eyes, their dim glowing reflection bright in her humane eyes.

fear gracing and swirling in her eyes as she stared into yours, and you could hear the now racing rhythm of her heartbeat picking up. How her blood rushed faster in her veins as her body slightly jerked with a shutter.

Her face suddenly changed and she smacked your chest, surprising you.

"Well if you are a friend of mine, you will never do such a thing again!" She exclaims and yet her eyes soften as she looks at you as if she was thinking over her words herself before you had a chance.

"At least, no one close to me, or nowhere near me." She softly speaks.

And now it was you with questions on your tongue.

"You accept this? You don't hurt any hatred?" You ask, tilting your head down at her, Emotions storming in her eyes as she looks back into yours.

"I do not agree with it.." She started making her understandings clear. She clears her throat before speaking again.

"But to hate you for eating would be wrong…I would just be more comfortable if i didn't have to see it.."

She looked at you, like how your mother used to when you drank a cup full of feeder blood.

Understanding.

No hatred, No judgment, No disgust.

But with understanding.

And you felt your chest grow warm, a strange unknown feeling as you stared into Syphas warm understanding eyes and you felt yourself smile some.

"Do not worry." You tell her as you started to walk towards the markets hearing her footsteps race after you as you looked over your shoulder at her.

"I don't drink unless it's offered now." You tell her watching her eyes widen with surprise before a smile forms on her face and she follows you until she is beside you once more.

"That's how it should be." She said almost proudly causing you to chuckle.

She was a strange human.

You managed to score your favorite animal's blood this time at the markets.

Lamb.

You grinned widely as you sipped from the jug you had purchased as you walked back to the house with Sypha. Taking the alleyways to be out of the public's eye so you could feed in some peace.

Her face was scrunched up in smoke disgust as you knocked back the jug and chugged down the sweet lambs blood.

"What does it taste like?" she asked, her tone .

You licked your blood stained lips and held out the jug to her.

"Wanna taste?" You teased her watching how she leaned far away from the jug pushing it back towards you.

"Absolutely not." She straightened back up once you stopped teasing her with it and taking another large mouthful of the blood and swallowing.

"I would just like to know, As a speaker it's my responsibility to know such things to pass along to younger generations, and I should be able to tell young speakers why vampires like the taste of blood." She says in a way.

You tilted your head as you watched her give off this facade, a smirk on your lips as she opened her eyes to look at you.

"Lot of words to say about you're nosey." You say back.

She stormed ahead of you, arms crossed and a crossed look on her face all the way back to the house.

You finished your jug long before then and tossed it as you watched her greet Trevor and Alucard.

"What's got your face squirreled up?" You could hear Trevor's voice despite you now breaking into the clearing and nearing the house.

"I ask what blood tastes like to a vampire and He shoves a jug of lamb's blood at me and says 'Wanna taste' Like that answers anything!" You walked in time to see her throw your hands up in annoyance.

Other eyes bore into you once again and it immediately kills your warm feeling in your chest as you glare back at them with your unwavering stare.

"Bloods, blood." You answer, and Sypha seemed to turn quickly at you, her brows scrunching up. confusion and slight surprise, before a form of disappointment grew over her features.

You had thought it was because of your simple answer.

But in reality Sypha was saddened at how cold your voice had become once again.

You had brightened up when heading to the markets. Your tone and accent was warmer, softer, inviting like it was after you had randomly charged from the forest and slayed night creatures saving her family from being eaten alive and her grandfather had greeted you.

The disdain in your eyes as you glare into Trevor's direction and the displeasure when they slide over to Alucards clear for her to see.

The distrust in the other two mens clear as they glared at you back, As if they stared at a wild animal with white foam dripping from its mouth and sickly eyes, instead of a man who was raised entirely differently and is learning to thrive in a world that is breaking.

One who had went against his raising to change, who could have been like the other vampires who wanted to sit by and let the night Hordes continue, to take pleasure in the genocide of humans. Could have continued to hunt down humans and feasted on them just like the creatures, just like other vampires were doing.

But you didn't and you weren't.

You had seen that you needed to change.

You worked hard on it, she could tell when you explained earlier, controlling your hunger, the need to kill humans for blood.

You settled on animals, only taking human blood when offered it by someone willing.

You had sought out Alucard, just because you heard speaker stories that he would stop Dracula's War.

You were honest.

Sypha noticed that right away, you didn't lie, you told her the truth and was ready to accept her reactions to your truth.

You weren't like them.

When she looked at the night creature all she saw was a feral deranged monster.

She didn't see that when she looked at you.

She simply saw a man, just trying to learn and survive like the rest of them.

She saw how gentle you could be, and she was seeing it now again as you ignored the hunter and soldier finding your horse and stroking his mane softly. You were muttering under your breath as you moved to feed the gentle beasty oats. That same gentleness you had when you snatched her out of the way of danger, putting your immortality in front of her mortal life.

Threatened and willing to kill another like you, just to keep her safe.

That was more than what humans would do.

Why didnt the other two see that?

If she could trust you then they should too.

Vampire, Dhampire

She trusted you.

Sypha paused as the conversation between her, Trevor and Alucard blurred from her mind as she watched you smile and groom your horse, a gentleness that the other two were not seeing.

She trusted you.

chp 7

[k0k1ch1111]

Plsss tell us about ur oc Hoshiko!

AGH!!! AAA!

Alr alr lemme copy the info I just edited into the previous post and then I can add extra !!!

This is a dice insert oc so main part IA about her and ouma ♡♡

Tgey met when they were both 8, hoshiko was making a mad dash away from her old orphanage and she jumped a wall and her dress got caught on a point part of the fence and when she ran she fell face first into his back and knocked him over onto the floor and almost got trampled by the other dice members She literally looks up from the ground and sees herself surrounded by a bunch of 7-12 year Olds in creepy clown masks and basically clutches her purse thinking she's gonna be robbed amd starts freaking the fuck out like "DONT TELL THEM I RAN AWAY PLEAXE DONT TAKE ME BACK I DONT WANNA GO!" ans starts spiraling into oblivion while ouma (8) is like stomping his feet throwing a hissy fit over her knocking her over and knocking his mask offMeanwhile some of the older (12 yr old) members are helping separate them hoshiko looks at him and is like oh my GOD he's so cool!?!??! (He isnt) she makes an attempt to ask who they are and gets a response of like "were a SECRET EVIL CRIME GROUP and were SUUUPER BAD so you CANT JOIN US 😡😡" and he makes them all run away, but forgets his silly little mask. Which she grabs and stashes in her bag, then runs after them Once she catches up she basically has been yelling after them for like 10 minutes so her voice is honestly kinda shot and she like whisper screams "you forgot ur scary mask thing!!!!" To which she gets a like begrudging "ugh... thanks :///" because In my opinion ouma is very picky when it comes to friends, it's either love or hate and she hasn't made it on the good list yet so all she was is a stranger who PUSHED HIM!! (Faceplanted)She she looks around at this group of people and suddenly tye urge to join them.hits her like a brick and she immediately asks if she can be their friend (which earns her a few smiles) and ouma kinda just... glares at her like :/// what do you add to the group ://///Little does anyone rlly know she's a very talented little pickpocket and she does a little rudimentary trick and steals something outta his pocket and that's her ticket in :>

Ok now onto more

Her first true friends in dice were 2 of the girls from the dice portrait in v3 (brown hair girl and blonde twintail girl. I named them Mika and Yui.)

She rlly wanted to get along with ouma but he made an effort t9 avoid her for a few days after she joined bc he was still annoyed that she made him trip and look stupid

He kinda started seeing her as a talented liar and a good person to be around when she started showing admiration for him

Like when she was designing her little uniform she decided to wear her scarf like he does because "it's suuuuper cool :]"

she proved herself to be a good thief and a pretty good liar so she ended up being the go to for schemes when her and ouma became friends

She has a very codependent personality so she puts like all her trust in him (mistake)

Other members warn her about it but she's already too deep in and starts mirroring his personality until it sets in and they're super similar to each other

Some silly little details I think about with her and ouma specifically

After they get close and hoshi becomes more of his like. Right hand man / second in command they end up talking a lot

Ik it's cliche as hell but they don't rlly lie that much to each other bc they can see through eachothwts bullshiy there's no point

As more group members join they try and split responsibility over like. Group chores.

They both have a commanding presence so whenever they like. Sneak into an abandoned apartment complex for shelter they kinda split responsibility with how to organize it

Theyre kinda sibling like but they aren't rlly related they just look similar

She has an insane amount of shit on him it's not even funny

Id love to write more silly hcs or stuff about her in her respective KG at a later point ♡♡

[f1-birb]

tbh i get it bc i have a chronic illness that keeps me at home quite often so i spend a lot of time online myself. and like i wouldn't say i was this level parasocial where i was taking low blows at people i don't even know's personality because frankly that's just weird and creepy, but like i would definitely get physically ill over quali or let one little thing go wrong have me so anxious that i could not find happiness in anything else.

theres so many more constructive uses of time. I have a much healthier relationship with f1 this year because i spend time doing other things. i've been reading a lot. i've been using some online resources to learn spanish. hell, i've even started dabbling in writing to turn my enjoyment of f1 into something more productive than these weird parasocial relationships where fans try to assume they know them and their personalities and who they are allowed to be friends with.

some of these people have (and i'm not judging, as i said before there definitely was a point in time where i was as well) straight up unhealthy relationships with this sport and the drivers they supposedly support (yet spend much more time focusing on the ones they hate for whatever reason)

I don't necessarily mean like with the sport, trust me I get stressed to the point of nausea over quali, and I distinctly remember last year turning the Vegas race off as soon as I knew Lando was (mostly) okay after his crash and launching the remote across the room

sports do that

what I mean more is as you point out, it is the increase in genuinely parasocial behaviour - the increase in hate, the death threats, the assumptions that people know how people are beyond the glimpses we see of them either during race weekends or posted on their own social media accounts

the surge of people shitting on him for saying "Seb Vettel" as if it wasn't an extremely well known incident and acting like Seb was gonna praise them for defending his honour when man most likely didn't care one bit, or trying to insult Lando/his intelligence by saying it had to just be a dig at Seb because there's now way Lando would actually remember that race like

or the people acting like Max at 26 years old can't make his own choices about who his friends are, or his partner, or his career, and that he needs to be protected from Lando as if they've not known each other since Lando was like 3ft tall and clearly get along extremely well and oh yeah, know each other properly

not to sound like a grandma or a broken record but it's everywhere now, not just F1 or sports in general, it's actors, it's musicians, it's internet personalities, it's fucking everywhere

it's a tricky lesson to learn but boy it's fucking great when you learn it - let. things. go. if they do not serve you, or purpose, or your anon message to a blog who posted what you think is bullshit about your special little guy is gonna be like arguing with a brick wall? let it go. block. delete. move on. picking battles is so so so helpful and I beg people learn it along with going outside more - multiple health benefits to that one, and if you can't go outside for whatever reason then find something else that serves you positively because jfc people seem to like being angry nowadays and it's just exhausting

find joy and not the bullshit "I love being a hater" but genuine joy

[synthy-sizer]

The warmth and comfort doesn't last. You hear a voice from behind you, accompanied by the trudging of shoes through mud. "Heresy, what the hell did you do?"

"Violence, please," Heresy protests, turning her head and standing up, her warmth slipping away from your body. Your head is still spinning but you can barely grasp that the conversation is about you. You struggle and manage to turn around towards the new voice. It's a man, probably around the same age as Jordan. He's wearing much more practical clothing than her, including jeans, boots and a t-shirt. Across his forearms are dozens of parallel scars. You silently wonder what they could be from. "Either she's an active danger to us, or you're putting her in danger by dragging her here!" The man looks at you and then turns around, shaking his head. "I can protect her just fine," Heresy says desperately, "I just killed an angel and-" He cuts her off impatiently. "And what," he says, turning to face Heresy with a serious look, "you're supposed to just keep a liability around?" He gestures at you, shivering and still in a daze. "It's a total waste of effort and resources to protect someone from Luna, especially with what we have planned for it." Violence turns around and Heresy tries to walk around to face her. "It's all part of the plan, you just need to believe me-" Heresy is cut off almost immediately by the man, who grabs her shoulder and points in her face. "I've had enough of your weird-ass decisions because of your 'fate' or 'destiny', or whatever you think this shit is," he growls, before pausing for a moment and sighing. "Look, Heresy, you can do your own thing if you want to, but you know damn well that we all agreed on a plan, and you can't just compromise it. I mean, she's a liability for fuck's sake. What do we do with her once the rocket is complete?" He turns to face you, and Heresy follows suit. "Trust me, if I'm right, you'll want her on board." The man sighs once more and lets go of Heresy, taking a few steps over to you and extending an arm down. "Get up kid, we've gotta talk about some things."

Before you know it you're being led across the landscape. The man walks in front while Heresy supports you, your arm over her shoulder. The nausea slowly fades as you walk. You're unsure if it's the time, the sudden burst of movement, or maybe even distance from the thing Heresy killed, but things are becoming clearer. And also less clear. The more cognizant you become of your surroundings the more questions swirl in your mind. "Who's he?" You ask. Heresy keeps her eyes forward. "That's Violence. He means well, really, but we don't exactly get along." You continue to follow along silently for a while before you pipe up again. "What does he want to do to Luna?" She's quiet for a while. "Things are being set into motion on Luna, and we have to handle them. Trust me, I don't want anyone to get hurt, and no one will be, under my watch. But we don't have a choice in what Apollo started." You're anxious, but you trust her.

Steadily, another building appears on the horizon. The concrete and rebar remain the most intact parts. The roof and brick facade are decaying and tumbling off the frame. The windows appear to have been patched with plywood and tarps. You notice that metal rings, lumpy large skulls and shattered glass spheres are littered across the landscape. How many of these beings have they killed? As you step closer, Violence knocks on the rusty metal door. It cracks open and he speaks for a bit, the words just barely lost on you. After a moment of discussion the door opens and he gestures for you and Jordan to enter. She nods and helps you inside. The door slams shut behind you and you find yourself glancing around at the surroundings while the people around you bicker. The building is illuminated by shoddy electric lights hanging from wires hooked to the ceiling. As you look around, your eyes find the gaze of a woman who looks at you in surprise. "Holy shit, Heresy…" she murmurs as you pass. Heresy looks at her. "Lust, please, it's fine." They start to bicker quietly and although you try to pay attention, it's grabbed by the sound of a metal creak. The man has opened a door and gestures for you to enter. "Come on kid, we don't have all the time in the world." You look back at Heresy, who seems to read the uncertainty and concern in your face. "It's fine, he won't hurt you." You nod shakily and follow him through the doorway. He closes it behind you and gestures towards a chair sitting in the middle of the dimly lit space. "Sit, please," he says. You oblige. The room is dark, the only light source being a small lamp in the center which does nothing to illuminate the corners. It flickers worryingly. The man steps to the side, into one of the dark corners, and returns with a seat of his own. He sits it down in front of yours and then sits himself, elbows resting on the back of the chair. He seems to be sizing you up, looking you up and down and contemplating silently. Eventually, he reaches out a hand.

"Hi. You can call me Violence." You stare at him for a moment and take the cue and shake his hand awkwardly. After a moment he drops his hand and continues to consider. "This is where you would tell me your name, kid." You stutter a little. "Sofia Gardener. He nods. "Nice to meet you, Sofia. I'm sorry the circumstances couldn't be better than this." He looks around the room. "Sofia, why did you come here?" You look at him blankly, unsure what to say. "Is it because you were told you were destined to?" It's becoming difficult to look at him. Your head lowers a bit, impulsively. "Heresy is always going on about that kind of thing. For some reason she thinks that she's following some kind of path that was shown to her. Me, and everyone else, we just want revenge." You look back up at him. "Revenge?"

He nods. "Apollo did a hell of a job with the solar system. Heresy probably told you a bit of it, right?" You nod. "She said that they found a way to get to the afterlife and used it for their technology." He continues to nod along quietly. "So she didn't get to tell you the finer details?" You shake your head. "OK, fine. I'll give you the gist."

"What Apollo did was more than just access and use the afterlife. They accidentally caused the 2 to blend together. They called it an anti-universe overlap cascade." He looks at you seriously. "They turned Earth into Hell and ran, Sofia. They abandoned us here and tried to start a new life on the moon. Your perfect life up there was built on a group of rich CEOs trying to escape their mistakes. They paid their way into Heaven." Saying this is clearly difficult for him. Violence is holding a deep amount of resentment and rage behind his eyes as he tells you the truth. "Still, I don't think you deserve to die. It's not like you knew, right? They lied and covered everything up, and now you're 2 generations removed from the people who caused it. None of us want to hurt or kill you or anyone else on the moon, ok?" You're scared of the anger that's clearly filled the man across from you, and the awful things he's saying. But still, you can tell he's being honest. "I believe you." He sighs in relief. "Thank you, Sofia." He sits there for a while, looking up at the ceiling. "The problem is, Apollo set things in motion already. They knew that it was possible people like us might exist, and that we would come after them. So they set up….let's call it a defense system. It's an awful thing, something they embedded into the genes of everyone in the colony. It turns people into weapons." You recall the blood sample that Heresy took from you. "Do I…." He looks back down towards you. "Honestly, I have no idea. But despite our disagreements, Heresy has a good intuition. If she brought you down here, I'm sure you're clear of it. Somehow." There's silence in the room again. "How did Heresy kill that thing?" He scoffs. "You mean the angel? Yeah, we have to kill them whenever they show up around our perimeters. They're dangerous but fragile." You frown. The answer has garnered more questions, but he still hasn't answered your first one. "I asked how she killed it." "We're something more than human now, Sofia. We've been to the anti-universe and been reborn. Lower angels can't stand against us." You fidget a little. "What are you, if you aren't a person?" He smirks at you. "We're fallen angels."

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[stoptellinglieslois]

Love fair Act 25

Vampire fanfiction Clark Kent human x Richard Grayson vampire no capes or tights but fangs and might some crossover characters from marvel.

"Put them on the couch. Don't leave them on the floor like this." Thor directed them and settled Clark and Richard on the couch the door opens.

"I knew Thalia's mess would follow that kid all the way here to Gotham look at the carnage she left behind will I came here, You know I could smell her witchcraft all the way here it stinks of it outside of Gotham." An older man with an eye patch and silver hair stayed by the doorway watching the occupants from inside the manor.

"Who's this." Steve asked looking at the older man like he was not on the same level as the other supernatural beings.

"Steve this is Slade the hunter." Jason answered he was nervous but respectful as he introduced Slade to others.

"May I come in then." Slade one eye peering at the three unconscious forms on the couch.

"Yes Slade we need all the help we can get." Thor said as he placed Clark's form next to Zatanna's on the couch beside her.

"Are you sure we could trust him he's a hunter." Steve asked as Slade walked past him and went to Jason and Duke's side.

"Slade only goes after the evil witches werewolves and vampires were good." Jason answers Steve reassuring him. "You said that you could smell Thalia's black magic then tell me mortal do you no where she is." Thor said stroking Richard's hair like he was his son.

"Thalia's close but she can't enter Gotham so I would say she's near Bludhaven." Slade answer.

"I want to block her she has real power within the underworld and I need to eliminate it." Slade said walking towards where Thor is now leaving Jason and Duke side.

"Then that's enough motivation to go after her." Steve said watching Slade with caution.

As they start to form a plan against Thalia. Going back in time where Clark and Richard.

Clark pov

"We need to start a fire." Richard said. We are in a room in the castle where no one goes I guess it's very secluded in this part of the castle. "I'll have to find you some food and something to change into." Richard said going towards the fireplace and piling some wood together.

"I need you to be as far away from the others as possible so that I could think of a plan to pop us out of here and go into the present time." Richard bent over hitting a small rock and wood together, Something inside of me something I never had this emotion of knowing inside of me but the hand that had the Zeus ring I ignited the fire with the wave of my hand and fired raised up from the fire wood. Amber flames danced out of the wood like magic. All of this reminded me of when Richard started a fire that way to but that's when he was a vampire.

"Holy shit Clark did you do that." Richard all but shouted a few birds responded to his outburst. "Yes the Zeus ring is amplified and it's just pulling my natural abilities out in manifestation." I told him I have no idea how I knew these things it was just that I feel different here in this time and place.

Richard just stared at me and then he cramped over. "Christ I need to eat my stomach I have to go out there and fetch us some food don't leave here and get yourself warmed up." Richard walked out of the room leaving me in this cold strange place.

Richard pov

I walked the cold halls no one was around this part of the castle. I made it to the main hall and made a short cut to the kitchen and took what I needed nibbling at things here and there the hunger hit me like a tone of bricks as I made my journey back to the private quarters.

I got in and...... found grandfather talking to Clark ?

What was going on. "Your Grace what are you doing here." I asked looking at my grandfather like he grew two heads. "I came here I brought red wine I thought you and your partner would want some." I was in total shock that he spoke like this yes he is aloof and naive at times but something does not add up.

"Yes your Grace I would love wine." I answered. I looked at Clark who watched my grandfather. "I see you brought food I could have ordered you something more sufficient for you and your partner." I looked at him and I was shocked calling Clark my partner.

"It's fine I will tell them. Put the bread and cheese down." Grandfather said and he barked orders at someone behind the door and closed it.

"Nice ring lad I gave eight rings to Bruce on his birthday and I guess he passed it on to Richard. Those rings have no incantation in them I guess right that Bruce did something to them, Clark here asked me a few questions before you came in here but lets wait till the food gets here." I sat on a wooden chair the room had a bed and a wooden chairs table and that was all the walls were cobblestone with the fireplace roaring thanks to Clark.

Clark went and followed suit and sat down on one of the chairs. "I need help." I was surprised how meek Clark voice sounded looking at my grandfather who looked back at him.

I was stumped this whole time my grandfather pretended to be drunk. It was all an act all along. The door knocked and a servant brought a tray of food set it on the table and left.

"Well lets eat." I ate well it was like my stomach is a bottomless pit I kept eating and drinking. "Well Clark asked me about A woman by the name of Thalia I remember Bruce bringing the Al Ghul's here it was strange at first but these are the ones that practice witchcraft. I banned this when your grandfather died he was an evil man I formed a cloaked society called the court of owls. I tried very hard to stop maleficent wizards and witches roaming this land but it went different direction and I had to start over multiple times and then began the court of owls anew" Oh my god my whole life and it is a long life I never heard my grandfather talk like this we were truly fooled.

"I am fighting with Thalia I don't belong at this time I am of the present I can't stay here if me and Richard stay here we will parish wherever our actual bodies are. We are slowly dying as we speak." Clark said grandfather was ignoring that he is using my first name to address me.

"Thalia is here young sir and she is with Bruce now we have two ways to do this someone leaves in a body bag." Grandfather using that term derailed me but I made no comment. "Or we could make it like it was when you killed her the first time your choices but if you do this the second time make sure she will never come back again and find another host to embody." How did he know all of this.

"We want the second choice your grace." Clark said anxiously he didn't eat very much but drank wine.

"Then stay here I understand you're not that equipped with magic." Grandfather got up and went for the door. "No I am not. Richard used to be a vampire but now he's just a human being." Grandfather took a double take before opening the door I guess he didn't know about that part but I never thought he did thinking he passed when the land was under attack.

"May God have mercy on your soul as a vampire for you to be human again." Grandfather opened the door and left.

Maybe God did have mercy on me.

End of 25 next is act 26

Thank you for reading

[the-fandom-hopping-mage]

thoughts on the doctor who special

so this list got way too long i guess i think a lot while watching things

oh the bright side my irl friends haven't gotten spammed with 80 million messages, just the internet people :) :)

read at your own risk

david tennant! !!!!!!!!!!

what's he doing in space why are they talking to us this is so stupid i love it sm

lol the first thing they do is give him like three sequential heart attacks LEAVE HIM ALONE HE ONLY HAS TWO

wow rose is pretty

donna i'm pretty sure you have supernatural abilities at this point, how the hell do you miss everything

donna why would you give away the money (i know exactly why you gave away the money it's perfectly in character for you but also WHY)

oh no where's wilfred

go off donna beat those kids' ass

these kids are thinking they're the main characters in a sci fi show (don't tell them) they're gonna get themselves killed

girliepop that is a strange creature and you (collective) have had multiple invasions in the last twenty years don't trust it just because it's got big eyes you will get killed

both roses have trusted a creature that they probably shouldn't have just because it acted like a victim. like I can't be mad because I means they have Compassion and other nice things but cmon. common sense. please. im literally begging u.

woah did thirteen upgrade the screwdriver (i need to catch up with the other doctors after 10) thats cool

so they know all the doctor's regenerations cause timey wimey stuff

14 over here trauma dumping on this random ginger lady with cool hair

"best friend in the whole wide universe i absolutely love her" that is the sweetest thing i have ever heard

woah it's the time vortex

wait why does the time vortex have arms now

when your wheelchair saves your life

they're covering their eyes like the sun episode is it the creepy vaporization light???

i Do Not Trust the meep

"he's so cute" finally someone with common sense who also doesn't trust the meep

turn around Shawn trust me your life will be so much simpler if you turn around right now

"ferret"? omg it's draco malfoy

who is Nerys what did she do i'm so intrigued now spill the tea sis

no not wilfred :(

yay wilfred

smh doctor you are a disaster magnet

OMG HE CAN RESONATE CONCRETE :D :D :D

your poor neighbors? y'all's just gonna break into their homes? aren't the aliens gonna follow you? into other people's homes? who's gonna fix the walls? why are the houses touching is this a uk thing?? also that's not how bricks work but who even questions anything in this show there's a giant furbie and bug aliens dueling it out imma just roll with it

donna's mum is so done with the doctor's shit i'm so sorry ma'am

once again, nobody's gonna question the B&E you've got going on? no one?

ooh that's a nice door

are we completely sure he can drive a car? i mean look at how he drives the tardis I would not trust him near my car in a million years

THANK you doctor I totally called it the oversized furbie is not your friend why do they always trust the first alien that tells them a sob story

i'd be a good companion i would actually notice the obvious before it kills everyone sometimes characters are really dumb or maybe that's just the plot armour

he has a washington wig now what is going on 🤣

living sun I knew the mind control light was familiar

the living sun went crazy did they fuck smth up last time???? or is it just a species

did it really just say "Beep of all Meeps" what even is this show 🤣

omg david youre so cute

honestly he was asking to be knocked out

Shawn and Rose must be so confused. an alien shows up. donna's mum is very insistent about how it's not real. random guy from downtown shows up. claims to have two hearts. knows wilf. has a magic screwdriver. breaks into multiple houses with them. aliens are attacking. strange man holds a court session in an underground car park. strange man gets knocked out and you are all put in a creepy government van.

donna here finally asking some reasonable questions

"i don't know him" two seconds later: *exchanging looks*

donna found herself a good man

not even in this new body for 24 hours and he's already getting so much head trauma

'a great day for meepkind' didn't you say you're the last. great day for you you mean.

oh they're gonna join wheelchair ginger lady

OMG THERE SHE IS

ROCKET LAUNCHERS

according to subtitles her name is shirley its very fitting like a sherley temple

THE DOCTOR OMG THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME EVER

oh hey its the room hes floating in that one pic

"Love the running."

respect for david just casually climbing up a wall i could never

besties fr

give this man a break hes so sad

that one random kid is having the time of his life

is she really gonna chew him out for taking her memories girliepop the world is ending

theyre just making up words now

WHY does he ALWAYS lose the ONE PERSON that can UNDERSTAND HIM like THIS its the SAME. FRAKING. POSITION. EVERY. FREAKING. TIME.

just take it away agin

NO DONNA

why is this face so suicidal its actually concerning

ROSE YES

The Master's back again I'm calling it now

"Enigmatic, that is textbook enigmatic."

Crowley voice coming out

As a viewer I'm cackling as a writer i'm confused but I'll just let it go

wink wink wink

see what i did there

Shirley is just "yep regular tuesday this is normal i'm gonna get such a pay bonus OO BUBBLES"

rose: I wanna see! Doctor: yes! Donna: NO! Doctor: I mean no, that's what I said, no.

BESTIES THEYRE SO CUTE

Shawn: Yeah. True. But he's obviously a gay fruitcake so we're fine.

doctor is so offended he's like "what am i not a threat anymore wdym im totally attractive :( :( :("

woah the tardis changed I dont like it

most ADHD doctor ever

OOOO the round things change colors now

BEST

IES

because every time he visits with the family, donna, he loses them. he lost you and it killed him, so its gotta be a big goodbye.

Not even ten minutes and you've broken it, I mean relaly doctor give her a break

the tardis deserves better than this trainwreck of a time lord

"We CoUlD eNd Up AnYwHeRe In AlL oF tImE aNd SpAcE" bro don't pretend for one second that you know where/when you're going on a regular day. 90% of episodes are "oh hey lets go somewhere unknown and see what happens" or "oops the tardis is bringing me somewhere weird" or "oops I messed up this wasn't where/when I meant to go"

[mlobsters]

supernatural s6e18 frontierland (teleplay: andrew dabb, daniel loflin; story: andrew dabb, daniel loflin, jackson stewart)

i know vaguely of dean's cowboy thing. i may expire from embarrassment. (telling myself to just let dean enjoy things). supernatural i will pay you $5 if you stop including bobby's bad evil ear worm speech in the recaps

wait so are all the campbells dead now? wiped out the family. *research montage to funky jazzy rock*

sam and dean's mutual excitement over the colt journal is about the cutest thing. a genuinely happy moment for them both at the same time, in my supernatural?! (thank you, writers)

DEAN Like the Colt. From... Samuel Colt's Journal.

SAM What?! That's his?

DEAN Yeah.

SAM Dude, no.

DEAN Dude, yes.

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RACHEL I'm his friend.

SAM What, you think we're not?

RACHEL I think you call him when you need something.

i mean, show me the lie. he's like... a work friend.

DEAN This here is, uh, Walker. He's a Texas Ranger.

LOL okay. played the long game on that role, apparently!

SHERIFF So, what can I do for you boys?

SAM Uh, we're looking for a man.

JUDGE MORTIMER I'll bet. (gesturing to Dean) Nice shirt, there.

le sigh. as ever, side eyeing the gay joke there.

listen. i just. if dean was going to buy clothes to wear in this time period, i don't believe he'd be going for something so relatively flashy. having seen all those movies a million times, he knows the aesthetic. the bad period clothing for time travel low hanging fruit was done in back to the future 3 (he also stepped in horse shit)

back to the future part 3 (1990)

*deep breaths* i can do this. just get through this saloon scene.

okay. the posse magnet thing. something a fic made me appreciate, or maybe try to reflect on, when dean is being a goober and embarrassing himself; sam expects him to be like this and rolls with it. trying to channel the fond little brother vibe so i can roll my eyes with a smile instead of wanting to shrivel up and hide under a rock

thinking to myself, well j2 are from texas, surely they know their way around horses. but then, i lived in phoenix for half my childhood (in an area with a lot of semi-rural horse people), had family we visited semi-regularly with a farm and horses in nebraska. and i've never been on a horse! okay but padalecki clearly has LOL riding just fine before hamming it up

RACHEL Castiel, I've been hearing things. Things I don't want to believe. Just tell me if it's true.

CASTIEL If what's true?

RACHEL You know. Your dirty little secret.

CASTIEL I have to defeat Raphael.

i'm guessing this is the souls thing but i still don't get it. but i guess they're throwing down in this warehouse abandoned factory or whatever over it

uh oh cas sprung a leak, how's he gonna get the boys home now

SAMUEL COLT Well, when you've done this job as long as I have...a giant from the future with some magic brick doesn't exactly give you the vapors.

cute

SAMUEL COLT You go put on a few more miles and come back, and we'll talk.

SAM Trust me, I've got plenty of mileage.

thanks for reminding me of all the suffering in hell he's got cooped up in his brain

all right so, souls are like. batteries. for the angels??? slippery slope this rebelling and free willing, apparently

all right so they had to give the phoenix a tragic event to turn all this on, of course it's the sexual assault and murder of his wife. OF COURSE.

he's swimming in that coat 😔

LOLOL how exactly did samuel colt get the address off his phone? just gonna ignore that ridiculousness.

made it through in one sitting, it's a miracle. surely gotta be done with the cringey episodes until next season. suffering and misery from here on out?