#yeah so next time dont try to police people

[moliathh]

i feel like we are skirting around hellsing being very obviously a fiction surrounding monsters, surrounding VAMPIRES at that! 😔 Fantasy monsters in fictions, many of times, are metaphor for marginalized groups, especially queer people.

It was not even subtle metaphors it was literally on the nose that Alucard is a genderfluid shapeshifter, you dont get any character in Hellsing more visibly queerer than that. Brought this up because i have seen people argued about the queer coding of Hellsing mostly in regards to Integra. (mostly to speak against Alucard x Integra as a ship) Why we collectively forgetting about Alucard? In many arguments I had seen many people regard Alucard as a cishet man when he is put into a relationship with Integra. There is at least at the minimum of one confirmed and canonically trans character in Hellsing and it's not even Integra. It's Alucard.

I'm not saying headcanons are wrong on the contrary i love headcanons that deviate far away from canon. But if you insist we "have to abide by canon" you should do what you practice. If you too enjoy non-canon headcanons, might as well leave other people alone with their headcanons. And if you want to take a go at "metaphors" and "undertones"? Alucard and Integra is the opposite of heteronormative, their relationship have much overlaps with queer experience. The forbidden aspect and frowned upon by society, by their own upbringings and religious institutions? Checked! Unconventional dynamic/kinks? Checked! Criticized by Christianity especially the old school Catholics? Check!!!!! 🥳🥳 I haven't even started on how monsters in fiction especially vampires are inherently queer, as they're outcasts of the community whose attraction and expression are deemed deviant and perverted, which is an experience many queer people could relate with. I know a large number of Alucard x Integra fans are queer people, because the ship itself challenged and subverted social norms. It is something we are familiar with, that's why we liked the ship. At least it was for me!

In conclusionnn! Even if you want to police other people's headcanons, you have to at the very least makes some sense! If your headcanons are just your own and even misunderstand definitions of real queer labels you cannot go around talking on us like we are enforcing the patriarchy or something 👎💔 we are gay too wdym

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Wade being one of the best mercs that there is job completion wise, his ratio must be somewhere close to 1:53 seeing as that's how unlikely he is to not complete a job one way or another right?

I feel like this ultimately is terrifying to actually witness.

Logan seeing just how much work Wade puts into his job and hearing stories from Vanessa of finding him sharpening knifes while staring at her while she slept in dead silence or finding maps, photos, very detailed plans laid out about his next kill down to where he lives, how long it would take for the police to reach him if he uses his gun and how difficult it would be to clean up if he used his katanas, etc. Everything is laid out from the second he steps out the door to the moment he gets back home.

Now Al's blind. So he gets into the bad habit of leaving everything out, giving Logan the chance to snoop, looking over the plans only to realize- holy shit. He has everything from how many vents are in his house to which neighbors might be a problem AND plans to deter them.

He comes to realize that all that over thinking Wade does and his one track mind makes him the perfect killer. Most killers have other motives. Wade just needs the dopamine of completely the task and moving on to the next one.

I can see him coming out of the bathroom to see Wade sharpening his tools while looking absolutely pissed but he's just focused.

"... wade?"

The once scrunched face man glances up at him and suddenly has the most confused puppy face before smiling. "Hi Wolvie. Finally awake, sleeping beauty?"

"..you good?"

"Hm?? Oh- Yeah I just got a job later." And thats all he says before going back to glaring, frowning at the metals, trying his hardest to get it damn near perfect.

You never really would expect someone so affectionate to be so serious about killing people, even taking intimidation jobs these days, as well as working for children.

And he never is kidding about the price that he sets. Sometimes, the price is calculated based on time and the amount of ammo he'd be using. Other times, it was a supreme pizza with banana peppers. So when he gets back he will be expecting his pizza with banana peppers. Dont let him down.

This works out sometimes. Other times, he gets too excited and says he'll do it for significantly less than what he should charge, but hey- it's all about that rush of serotonin once the jobs done. Nothing else matters.

[dollhouse-lied]

An unhealthy obsession

A ticci toby x reader NONCON fic

AGAIN, NON CONSENSUAL. DEAD DOVE- DO NOT EAT.

Desc: you are a prostitute who got picked up by toby, but he isnt letting you go. Ever. You are gonna regret the day you were born by the time your life ends.

Warnings: noncon, knives, blood, cutting, bondage, overstim, mention of free use, kidnapping, drugging, begging, degradation

Enjoy~

“T-tough situation youve got there huh?”

You gulped, fear shaking every muscle of your body. You were bound and spread open, a variety of tools surrounding you. You had just wanted to get some quick money, but sex work came with risks.

Toby rogers. You need to remember that name so you can tell the police.

He was standing in front of you, weight on one leg as he looked at your naked body. He was shirtless, toned body covered in odd scars. He was attractive, sure, but he had quite literally drugged and kidnapped you, so points off there.

“Please, just let me go,” you begged, still struggling to focus your eyes on his face… was his cheek always that.. holey? Your memory was fuzzy, and you couldn't tell where that awful ringing was coming from.

Toby clucked his tounge, walking around the mattress to the side where your restrained legs were. You pressed them together as best you could to shield yourself, but he forced them open. His hands were cold, like ice on your skin. You whimpered, the touch magnified by your loopy state.

“Dirty fuck-fucking whore, im not even doing anything yet, save it for l-later. Your gonna have a long night baby, enjoy it while i-it doesn't h-hurt.” He spat, tracing his fingers up your inner thighs, trailing lightly over your clit. His touch felt like heat, despite being completely cold. You squirmed under him, trying to squeeze your legs together, but he harshly forced your legs into the bed. The pain was instant, like a thousand needles in your hip joints. You bit your lip to keep from making another pathetic noise, he would like that too much.

“Keep your-r legs open,” he drew a knife from his table of tools, “or im gonna cut those p-pretty thighs of yours and use your blood a-as lube, got it princess?”

You let out a small noise of agreement, and he put the knife back.

“What are you gonna…. gonna do to me?” You slurred, words were still hard to make.

Toby laughed, a girlish giggle that sent chills down your spine. “Im gon-gonna make you my little sex doll for the night, then im g-gonna see if anyone else wants to use you over the next f-f-few weeks. I have people paying me good money-y to reserve you for a night.” He slapped your thighs, earning a yelp from you as you processed what he said.

“You…. you mean im not going home?” You cried, tears welling in your eyes.

Toby scoffed. “Oh d-dont be a sap, of course your not! You ever l-lose one of your whore friends and they just disa-disappear? Who do you think makes that happen?”

You screamed, at first out of horror, but then at the searing pain in your thigh. Your head was spinning, the rooms lights starting to be the only shape you could make out. Then, you felt something enter you.

You moaned, head blurry as a vibrating wand tickled at your pussy, resting on your clit and touching your gspot at the same time.

“Fuck,” you moaned, instinct taking over as you arched your back.

“Damn, your re-really that pathetic? I didnt even have it on the highest setting!” Toby laughed, clicking the lubey vibrator up to max.

“Mmmghh-” you squirmed, tensing around the wand as he pressed it onto you as hard as he could.

“Yeah? Wh-why dont you say my name? Cmon, moan my name for me,” he mocked, undoing his belt.

“Fuck… fuck you..” you slurred, beginning to fade out of consciousness. You let your head roll back, still quietly moaning at the stimulation.

You inhaled some of the ice water that toby threw on you, gasping for air and sputtering as you snapped up.

“Need you aw-awake for this baby,” toby propped you back up, ignoring your coughing. He picked up a knife from the table. You felt panic rise in your chest as you saw how much blood had leaked from your original wound.

“Toby-” you moaned, earning a groan from him. He put down the knife and grinned.

“Thats what i like to hear kitty,” he huffed, removing the rabbit as you gasped. He pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, and pulled down his boxers. His erection came out with a sigh from him, the head leaking with precum. He rubbed your blood onto himself with a hiss from you as the liquids mixed, the sting like nothing you have ever experienced. He grabbed onto your thighs and inserted himself, causing you to make an almost automatic moan. He chuckled, and immediately started fucking your pussy like a dog in heat. You moaned loudly, biting your lip.

“F-fuck, slow do-own, ple-ahh-” you whined, begging for something you knew wasnt coming. He reached to the table and grabbed a silicone bullet, turning it on max and pressing it into you. You screamed, a mix of pleasure and pain as you neared your peak.

Toby giggled, rubbing the bullet up and down on your throbbing clit as you screamed. “You gonna c-cum you f-fucking whore? You like be-being raped? Huh? Say you like being raped and ill-l let up, mkay princess?”

You nodded, gasping. “I- i fucking- hah- i like being raped- fuck just slow down,”

He giggled and continued at the pace he was going, pressing the bullet even harder into you as he groaned. “I lo-ove hearing that baby, wh-why dont you thank me for raping you?”

“No no no no, please no more,” you begged, squealing and shaking as you held back an orgasm. You werent going to give him the power of it, but fuck, it was getting hard to breathe.

“How much of your thigh do you need? How about i just cut your f-fucking foot off, would that be good- hah- good baby girl?” He stuttered, face red and sweaty.

“No no, than- thank you for- fuck- thank you for raping- hah- raping me, fuck!!” You screamed as you came around him, the shame filling your body as much as his cum was. He finally let up as he shot his load into you, keeping the vibrator at the speed and pressure as you cried.

“Fuck princess, thank you for telling me so i can do it over.. and over.. and over again..” he laughed, watching your legs spasm as you screamed in pain.

“Stop! Stop! Please ill do anything, just turn it down at least!” You begged, tears streaming down your face as you fought against your restraints.

“Lem-mme mark you as mi-ine and i will, promise,” he calmly replied, grabbing the knife and pressing it into your other thigh.

“T…. o…. b…..y!” He grinned, cutting each letter into your thigh as you writhed in pain. You screamed as you came involuntarily, gasping for air as you slowly lost your vision.

“Your mine, now and forever. Youll never forget me love, and i cant wait to have more fun with you,” he mocked, watching your head roll back.

Out like a light.

[messrsrarchives]

hi robyn 🫶🏽 i hope youre ok and this is ok to ask but i just went through the pdf thank you! i had no idea hogwarts legacy was bad too but it seems obvious really so thank you for that but i had a question about the 70k thing my question is... actually all of it, what does it mean and what was the money for? i can google if you dont want to answer but i thought id try here first and say thank you as well 🫶🏽

HI HELLO !! this is always okay to ask 🫂 i'm really glad it was helpful and yeah hogwarts legacy is always a bit of a controversial one because people love the game but yes, her IP. but anyway !! politics time (p.s i'm not an expert, just a sad trans politics student)

For Women Scotland is a transphobic pressure group who, like many politicians and public figures like jkr, hide behind the guise of "protecting women" to be transphobic but do very little to actually protect women outside of going "trans people are bad" (noting here too that the LGB Alliance - anti-trans queer organisation - were in support of this, and JKR has donated to them and spoken at their conferences)

in 2018 there was a proposed amendment to the Gender Representation on Public Boards (Scotland) Act:

essentially, it would have changed the legal definition of a woman from "a female of any age" to also include "a person who has the protected characteristic of gender reassignment"

in simple normal human words - trans women who has a gender recognition certificate would be legally recognised as women.

there was actually more before this where the original amendment said that having a GRC would mean trans women are treated like "real" women, FWS fought against this and won this case, so the scottish government changed the amendment to say the above instead so that trans women were simply classified as women.

FWS obviously were still very against this and said it would "erode women's rights in law", claiming that including trans women was "unlawful" - scotland is still under england's power for certain matters and FWS said that this was a matter for westminster to decide, not scotland, because it goes against the UK equality act of 2010. (see also: Gender Recognition Act 2023, scotland proposed a bill that would give better protections for trans people, Westminster blocked it.)

a judge from scotland's supreme court set up a hearing, FWS lost this.

on feb 16th this year, FWS got permission to appeal this to the UK supreme court and started a crowdfunding campaign to cover the legal costs

shortly after this, JKR donated £70,000 to the campaign. FWS confirmed that the "JK" that donated was her, and the comment left on the donation was "You know how proud I am to know you. Thank you for all your hard work and perseverance. This is truly a historic case."

the case was heard november 26th and 27th, but supreme court cases take a LONGGGG time and it's incredibly unlikely that we actually hear the final verdict until hmmm i wanna say as early as march of next year, but JKR donated to the crowdfunding campaign to get this case appealed, and has long-standing, close connections with organisations that are on FWS side.

but because i love yapping, let's say FWS win, what happens:

scottish government amends the act so that trans women are not a part of this

potential rewrite of the guidance around gender recognition certificates - as much as i hate to say it, jkr is infact right, this is a historic case and the ECHR are involved,,, could lead to big backlash against getting these certificates (which already has backlash in the uk)

many organisations (including Sex Matters, very transphobic) want to take this further to ensure a distinct separation between "real women" and "trans women" in alll areas all the way down to public funding

adding here! amnesty international intervened as a third-party with their own points that you can read here

also gonna note here: jkr recently spoke out about trans police officers performing searches and Sex Matters as well as FWS have said that no matter the outcome of this case, this is their next priority. not gonna yap too much about this here because it's a different thing but jkr has close ties to this whole thing and is very clearly on the side of many transphobic organisations.

sorry omg this is so long but that's, shockingly, a short overview of the case and what the £70,000 donation from JKR was spent on. there's a handful of lesbian organisation involved on the FWS side, a lot of third-partty interventions and i was going to add some articles from people who were at the hearing but i can only find incredibly transphobic ones that call this "the darkest day for women since the first world war" and i would love to know if they have a hobby in their free time. maybe knitting. perhaps reading a history book. or like,,, current news regarding women's rights worldwide,,, america. poland. afghanistan. congo. palestine. sudan. the list goes on really. violence against women has been declared a national emergency in the uk and i'm no expert but i think it's safe to say that this hearing that affects the 0.01% of the UK population that actually have GRC certificates is not the darkest day for women since the first world war.

and jkr should really get a hobby. maybe attend a writing class.

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

Hi, im not a super active tumblr user, but i really like your blog and i often visit it since i havent found anyone else who answers or discusses things about Axl as detailed as you do. I wanted to ask you smth regarding the little Michelle situation. I know youve talked about it a few times, but i was wondering, on what scale do you believe the whole thing & how do you manage to still look at Axl in a positive light? My questions are kinda coming from me not knowing what to think about it, because i was a really big fan of him and then one day i came across her videos of explaining the r... situation in details. I wanted to think that it is not real, but i couldnt find a reason why she would describe such thing in a detail if it wasnt true. I can excuse anything else hes done, but this one is too horrific if its true. She did seem sincere in her videos so i really dont know.

Hello! I’d be happy to discuss this ^.^

The only parts I believe in her story are her upbringing, her running away from home at a young age to become a baby groupie, and Axl’s perspective on how her situation unfolded with him.

Slash mentioned this in parts of his book, and Axl discussed it, but essentially Little Michelle, who was 15 at the time, was having sex with Axl up in a loft while Slash was sleeping downstairs. It’s possible Michelle might’ve been strung out on drugs while having intercourse with Axl, so she was subconsciously submitting to him, but not consciously, which leads into the next point.

After she woke up, and the drugs wore off, she didn’t know where she was or how she got there. To tell you truthfully, she might’ve been under the impression that she was kidnapped which could explain why she freaked out so badly in front of them. Axl had to kick her out of the place which caused Michelle to run down the streets, naked, and tell the police what had happened. Axl said she was crazy and she didn’t even remember her own name.

At first, I was like, “Axl, you can’t call every woman you’ve been with crazy.” 😂 But the more I looked into her story and saw her videos, the more I understood what he meant. And he was right lol.

The parts I believe are fabricated are how she first saw Axl at Tower Records when she was 14, how she officially met him at 15, how she was in a serious relationship with him, became pregnant, had a miscarriage, got raped by him, and how she met Erin Everly afterwards. Keep in mind, it’s easy for anyone to create their own story and alter a timeline after doing some critical research, and it appears Michelle has done this and she’s trying to rewrite history, or blow her story out of proportion, similar to Sheila Kennedy’s case. Btw Sheila’s case got settled a few months ago and Axl said she made up the entire story, which could very well be Michelle’s case here, too.

Anyways, her miscarriage sounds similar to Erin’s miscarriage. Michelle mentioned that the rape took place at a studio where other men beat her up first, and then Axl raped her, and threw her outside in the cold (since it apparently happened in December). Why isn’t she holding the other men who hurt her accountable as well? Why is it only Axl? Yeah, she probably didn’t know the other men, but if she wants justice to be served on her part why isn’t she holding EVERYONE accountable for their actions? It doesn’t make sense.

With her knowing Erin, there have been other people in her comment section who’ve complained that Michelle couldn’t have possibly met Erin in California during this time because Erin was still in New York around that time, etc. Michelle reassured those people that she wasn’t messing up any timeline but it seems she was messing up the Erin timeline lol. And Erin hasn’t mentioned Little Michelle at all so I doubt she even knows who she is.

What’s strange is Michelle has a dislike for Erin because she described Erin being fake around her by having a “kill ‘em with kindness” attitude which I thought was weird since Erin doesn’t look like the kind of person to act that way around anybody. I think Michelle is jealous because Erin got chosen by Axl to marry him and she probably wished she could’ve swapped places.

Axl has mentioned many times in the papers how he’s honest about everything, and maybe straightforward and a little blunt, but it’s always the press who has mixed up his words, or lied about him to make him seem worse in a lot of situations. That’s why I’d rather believe what Axl has to say as opposed to reading what he did in a newspaper since journalists like to make up a lot of lies in order to create an interesting story - ✨drama✨ You see what I mean, anon?

That’s why I don’t believe the majority of what Michelle has told everyone on TikTok. She’s left more questions unanswered than answered ones. There’s a lot of plotholes within her story. If she really wanted to she could’ve sued him when both Stephanie and Erin did, that would’ve been a perfect time, for Michelle, to get her story into the limelight, but she didn’t do it. She waited until recently to do it which is EXTREMELY late. The Me Too movement might’ve inspired her to break her silence but I’m not a big fan of anybody, don’t care who, digging up someone’s dirt from the past 40 years ago and trying to settle it now. It should’ve been handled within the first 10 years it occurred, not 40.

My theory is she’s doing this to try and take Axl out of the music industry and end his career/touring days early. It’s not gonna be possible tho since Axl is already 62 and he’s at the end of his career anyway, so it’s not gonna make much difference as opposed to it being the beginning of his career during his prime. So, I think Michelle is wasting her breath on him.

When you first look at her TikTok and watch a few videos, you believe her. But once you scroll further into her older videos, they become more suspicious and she doesn’t seem mentally stable. I know she’s mentioned that TikTok was a place for her to heal from her trauma but it did the opposite effect by just triggering it.

As for me keeping a positive light on Axl, it hasn’t been easy lol. I’m a pretty open-minded individual who tries to look for the why in everything since everything does happen for a reason. For instance, why did Axl do this? Or that? What caused him to say this or do that? Once I find the why then it becomes clear why people did things the way they did, and it might help others understand the motive behind it better. I know it does for me.

I think what also helped is I’ve been doing research on a lot of people, not just him. And I’ve found some pretty horrific things whenever I read something on either Charlie Chaplin or Lee Harvey Oswald, the man who shot JFK, so I think all the guys I’ve been researching over the years have prepared me to take on Axl 😂

I don’t view Axl any differently after knowing these things about him. In fact, I love him more than ever (if that’s even possible lol). Sure, I disagree with some of the things he did in the past, but I find flaws beautiful in a person since we’re not perfect beings. Also, I can relate to Axl in a few ways, especially about being misunderstood, and I miiiight share a bit of his temper, but I don’t throw things or punch walls 😅

It’s about having patience, mulling over some distressing facts, and giving him a chance for who he really is. Don’t hate or judge him, but be more understanding of him and think about why he is the way he is, just like everybody else. Trial and error lol. But trust me, it’s worth it for him. He’s mentally stimulating for me and I pretty much learn something new about him everyday. It’s amazing!

I hope this helped, anon. Good luck with all of this information and don’t be so hard on Axl. The man has been fucked (literally) by so many people. I’m just glad he’s still here with us today and doing what he loves 🙏🏻🧡 Keep on enjoying the music!

[kudzucataclysm]

🔋🏢🪖💵🧬🗺️😲0️⃣🙅 -> sci-fi asks for s!e gooooo

JESUS CHRIST REN 😭😭😭 i’ll do my best…as i havent written anything in forever so sorry if my answers suck-

���What’s the state of energy technology in your WIP? Is solar old news, or still being fought for?

solar is probably being explored but its not much up and running so to speak. energy technology relies primarily on hydropower and fossil fuels and also alien blood 🌞

🏢What’s the state of architectural technology in your WIP? Are there cities floating in the sky, or are houses still made of bricks and steel?

Its the same as it ever was tbh? except in the NEC where some basic building foundations are made of an alien metal that can rebuild itself when it’s destroyed, at least for the first few times. after that it gets a bit unstable and Freaky Shit Happens

ig the NEC is the only sort of case in the world where a city is BUILT like a mountain of sorts?? i imagine everywhere else on earth fuckin. rolls their eyes at the sheer stupidity and weirdness wnv the city appears in the news (all the time) cuz like wtf. that CANNOT be structurally sound-

🪖What’s the state of military technology in your WIP? Are armored giant robots fighting wars, or still regular people with guns?

ngl this has me brainstorming…theres def weird shit going on military wise- but it also makes me ask myself if there ARE any “militaries” on earth after mars took over…ig closest thing to a military force is the police then…IM GONNA RESEARCH THIS ACTUALLY IM GETTING IDEAS-

and yeah they carry regular guns and not-regular guns; they also carry anti-chimera technology cuz u cant really apprehend half alien suicide bombers with regular stuff 😭 there is a substance that’s poisonous to chimera and martians tho, the best i can describe it rn is basically their kryptonite? its extremely hard to come by and manufacture tho (as you need the fossilized organs of dead martians and on earth that is basically an impossibility) so what police tend to have is like…factory made, bootleg imitations of it. it doesnt outright kill chimera but its like a bit of an effective tranquilizer of sorts. in the form of bullets, ow

actually i just remembered! ig what can be considered the closest thing to military technology is that One Guy on one of the moons and a sort of “living satellite” who is Another Guy whos orbiting earth constantly. groundbreaking asteroid defense systems those two, i wonder if theyre friends. the Moon Guy is sipping on pina coladas as we speak and trying to watch the elections on a shitty barely functioning RCA tv

💵Is currency different in your WIP? Is it all digital, or does physical money still play a role?

physical money is still a thing in se, its just that the US dollar is the most unstable currency in the world now lol. the NEC has its own currency actually but some businesses also take yuans and us dollars. it just depends on whoever 🎣

i’ll have to think more on this tho. i dont think atm machines and debit cards exist hmm 🤔

��How different are the aliens, biologically, from humans in your WIP? Are they bonding over shared mammalian traits or unable to comprehend each other?

there is next to no bonding over shared biological traits between martians and humans lol. they KIND of have a shared ancestor/creator of sorts but in different ways ⛹🏽 humans are meat, and martians are not…? some scientists on earth theorize that theyre actually a type of fungus, others even say theyre “rocks” of some kind.

i will ig say that martians (not as a whole) can find the inner workings of the human body absolutely fascinating if they have the time/intelligence to care or learn abt it! its so complex, something that theyre (in comparison) very much not and i have a couple of martian bg characters who dedicate their whole existences to studying the human body. humans meanwhile find martian biology very ANNOYING and DUMB and “HOW DO THESE THINGS EVEN EXIST” kind of thing. humans biologists and physicists i suppose have been forced to question EVERYTHING abt EXISTENCE becuz of martians and its a field of study that people on earth r sort of desperate for but like. u have to understand people have driven themselves genuinely insane and to suicide trying to figure out wtf exactly martians are lol

🗺️Do the aliens have settlements on other planets? How many?

nah, just earth. martians dont really…have an understanding of how their spaceships work, i’ll just say that *side-eyes*. they also cant detect other lifeforms in or around the solar system (that they can see at least) and earth is basically their neighbor so. yay!!! why bother trying to find anything else or go anywhere else

😲Are there any human customs that the aliens find strange, offensive, gross, or confusing? Which ones?

martians r pretty straightforward in their thinking, the way humans process and experience emotions is extremely confusing to them. they basically have EXTREMELY SIMPLISTIC TUNNEL VISION when it comes to a lot of things…also the practice of burying our dead they find wasteful at worst, kind of disrespectful at best.

0️⃣Has the human population been devastated to almost nothing? What happened?

earth had a global nuclear/antimatter war, then got hit by asteroids(?), the asteroids knocked earth’s magnetic field out of whack, the ring of fire exploded which made the yellowstone supervolcano explode, which caused a massive global cooling event and its in a new ice age now

during all this is like a very shadowy, very secret (accidental) alien invasion going on and wildlife is dying off from this and famines and the outbreak of psionics and superpowers and a whole bunch of other bullshit tbh-

ANYWAY YEAH global human population is LowTM but its being Managed. martians r trying to get the population back up and running yippeee thx guyz 🏌🏽‍♂️ what would we do without them

🙅Were there people completely untouched by the apocalypse? How?

uuuuuuuhhhhhmmmmm *looks up at the previous answer and scratches chin* man i dunno lol 🌞

[nerves-nebula]

Sorry bout this thing but I kinda wanted to tell my thoughts about your stuff. Im kind of hoping this will get drowned in your inbox honestly, since this is just a really long unsolicited rant of mine.

Sometimes when i scroll through your account and I encounter csa, incest and mentions of suicide in your posts I get uncomfortable but then I remember that one phrase that goes something like "Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted" and I just feel kinda bad bout myself.

When I was a kid my nannys bf forced me to kiss him in the lips whenever we met. I was 6. It was uncomfortable. I never did tell my nanny about it. My parents are both police people and my mother had long explained the concept of rape and how unconsensual touch is bad and you shouldnt allow that but something prevented me from telling anyone what was happening. I dont know why. I know they would immiedietly jail that guy if they did but somehow it felt like no one would believe me. I never told them until now, then when I was what, 6-8 years old? I cant even remember. Yeah somewhere around that, he molested me when my nanny was few feet away and asleep and for the next 4 years of my life i felt dirty. Desecrated. Stupid. I couldnt even look down at my naked body when i shower back then, but somehow I managed to trudge on living by trying to forget the fact it happened. Its been 8 years since Ive last seen him. Ive told anyone who I knew who doesnt care enough to be friends with me but cared enough to listen about it but my Parents are none the wiser and i plan on keeping it that way.

Also. Im a year away from being legal now. Ive thought about killing myself or just generally not wanting to exist anymore many times since then, cuz lifes equipped with motolov cocktails of "get fucked dumbass" and i somehow managed to get a coupon for at least a million of them.

(I hope that line made you laugh if you read this).

Coming back to the phrase i mentioned earlier, it feels weird whenever i feel something similar to the feeling of being triggered while looking at csa being depicted. By definition, i would be considered a victim, and id of course would be comforted by seeing similar experiences happen to people because relating to something usually induces a positive feeling. I dont. I see your art and it guts me. It guts me and the fact that it does also guts me, because what does that mean? I am supposed to be the comforted? Despite the fact that I was taken advantage of as a child and spent night after might thinking how stupid i was and why I let that happen to me even when I was equiped with the information that makes me less vulnerable than other children? So i do I correspond more with those who are defined as comforted then, was i not disturbed after all? Was i victimizing myself all along? Am I a bad person for thinking i was? No wait, that doesnt make any sense at all. Its all wrong. Why am I so guilty about this? Why am i subjecting myself to this?

And then it repeats.

I still go through your blog because well, i love tmnt, i love your artstyle, i love the way you tell stories, I love how you dont sugar coat csa, incest and other darker topics like body horror, erotism and sadism, i hate how much it haunts me, i love the fact i can relate, i hate how much you hurt them, i love the fact that you dont hold back, i love how you show the ugly sides of healing, i love how you depict how much people can change and struggle. Its comforting to me. Its discomforting to me. I stick hand into the fire knowing I would be burned, then I do.

And i like it. I like it somehow, like taking a nice smoke break when you have mild asthma, but like, better. Its a nice change of pace to feel so conflicted like this, its a nice change of pace to feel anything at all really.

But yeah. Tldr. Sorry for the trauma dump and your art makes me feel complicated. Its neat 👍

lot to reply to here! also, unfortunately for you, i check my inbox obsessively and dont get nearly as many asks as you seem to believe i do.

so firstly, no snappy saying is meant to encompass all of human experience, and you certainly shouldn't judge yourself for not fitting into it. easier said than done, i know, but still. i'm gonna try to address some things here, not gonna touch on all of it, but just know that i appreciate you sitting down to write me this.

(I hope that line made you laugh if you read this).

it made me smile, but i laughed at this, because it's a very sweet look into you writing this. puts into perspective how, even though this is public, it was written TO me. like a letter in victorian times or something. that's sweet, i like that.

and id of course would be comforted by seeing similar experiences happen to people because relating to something usually induces a positive feeling. I dont.

you're making a lot of assumptions here that are kind of wild in that "this thought process was clearly designed by your mind to upset you specifically" sort of way. I mean, would you say this to literally anyone else when they feel uncomfortable or triggered about viewing media that relates to their trauma? There's really no telling what a survivor will feel comforted by and you aren't Doing It Wrong by having a different reaction.

there's a reason i tag it as "csa tw" and that's so people can AVOID it as well as search it up.

how stupid i was and why I let that happen to me even when I was equipped with the information that makes me less vulnerable than other children?

i know you recognize at the end of the thought process that this is not true, but i feel the need to reiterate: there is no such thing as being less vulnerable than other children through your own actions. you can try to equip kids with knowledge that might protect them, but that doesn't make them any less vulnerable.

my dad told me about rape and molestation all the time, but he never accounted for the kinds of scenarios i was actually the most likely to fall victim to, partly because i don't think he actually knew much about childhood sexual abuse, and partly because he was more obsessed with the idea of me being kidnapped and raped/murdered than he was about forms of sexual abuse he'd consider more "mild"

No wait, that doesnt make any sense at all. Its all wrong. Why am I so guilty about this? Why am i subjecting myself to this?

i can't answer that one, unfortunately. personally, i like to feel gutted, it's cathartic to me. might be something like that to you, based on how you go on to describe it, but you might also be doing some kinda self harm.

I stick hand into the fire knowing I would be burned, then I do.

saaaaame. i triggered myself into a breakdown in class once cuz i'd been reading fucked fanfiction before class and i got SAD lol.

Its a nice change of pace to feel so conflicted like this, its a nice change of pace to feel anything at all really.

we are shaking hands over this.

anywho, no need to apologize! i am glad, if nothing else, to provide you with a strange and upsetting experience that is not entirely bad.

I really do adore hearing how my stuff makes people feel. it's like, a solid one third of the reason i do this. i still make stuff that doesn't exist to be shown off but WOW showing shit off and getting a response feels FANTASTIC. like, i'm in your head now!! you have been CHANGED by my ART. it's maybe the best part of being alive.

[that-one-random-writer]

Chasing you Chapter 9 {Complete}

Summary: Jake retires from the military honorably. He steps into a new roll, ready to settle down in his hometown of Texas. He is placed on your shift. Your current relationship is stable until the dust settles, revealing cracks in the foundation.

Warning-police work it gets gory at times and horrible so be aware 18+ smut eventually.

Chapter1. Next chapter. Masterlist

The house was cold, and there was nothing left of this home. The walls had happy photos of times before your diagnosis. You looked at all the memories of Disneyland trips, vacations to beaches. You looked at the next photo, you were in a doctors room. James kissing your forehead. You watched james' smile slowly drop through treatment photos.

There it was, you held the bell, the ringing sounded, people clapping, you could hear it. You had been listed in full remission, and James' face had a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Glass shattered across the floor. You grabbed another frame, throwing it across the room. You ran to the bedroom packing your things. You filled your car with everything you own. Each box solidified the fact that this relationship was over. You grabbed your keys, and you took off the home key off the key ring. You made sure everything was in your car. You laid the last picture down next to a note.

'I'm leaving. You're no longer the person I fell in love with.'

You owed him no other explanation, you didn't tell him where you went it didn't matter. You were free. You locked the house leaving the key under the mat. You didn't want to deal with men for a while. You didn't want to live through this back and forth push and pull of men. You wanted time to yourself with your bestfriend.

"Ken..." You trailed through the phone.

He was sitting in his living room. "Yes?"

"I dont, I don't have anywhere to go." You spoke softly. I'm not quite able to get the sentence out right.

"Did you... is he gone?" Kennedy's jaw slacked in shock.

"Yeah. I packed everything this morning." You were numb. You lost feeling everywhere.

"Get your fine, single ass over here... is exactly what Seresin is going to say when you call him."

"Ken, I'm really not in the mood. I just packed my entire house. Can I stay with you?"

"Um... can we finally talk about how hot the pool party was and have a drink? Hold on, I gotta make a call. Come over, we will sleep and then have a loser got lost party just me and you." Kennedy hung up the phone.

"Seresin, I don't have much time, man. Monroe, she's done with him. Give her some time. She's coming to my place. Just call me your certified wingman."

"Yeah, a damn good one, too." Jake laid back in his tub. The phone call ended.

"It has been a week, Marilyn." Kennedy sits beside you on the couch. He wraps his arm around you like he has every night since the breakup. He held you close. "Look, this is hard, I know, but you have to start healing. You have cried every day. I need you to get up from this couch. Honey, look at me." Kennedy placed a hand on your cheek. "You are incredible. You never deserved the way he treated you. Can you please for me try to get out of this? I'm tired of watching you slowly drown." He kissed your temple and stood up. "We're going out. You're ready for it."

"No, I'm not ready." Your voice never lifts from a whisper. The pain is excruciating. You broke up with a man you were still in love with. It is a very strange circumstance. Just because you are in love doesn't mean you're happy. You saw it, Ken saw it. The entire shift saw the relationship crumble, holding on to a single thread in a sea that is no longer filled with smiles and bonding. You were drowning. You knew it, everyone did. The hardest thing to admit is that no matter how hard you tried, you could never make the wrong person the right person for you.

"Get your ass up now. Go get a shower and get a hot outfit on we're going out whether you like it or not." Kennedy leads you to the bedroom and leaves allowing you privacy. You grab the first outfit you see and get in the shower, the water feeling so familiar to your cheeks, feeling like the many warm tears spilling over.

You get dressed and walk out to the living room.

"Hey Adam Sandler, I said, going out, not to the gym." Kennedy lifted a brow at your clothes. "Go change."

Your eyes fell the ground. "It's all packed in my car still."

"Hey, you know what..." He trailed and walked to his closet. "You are the same size as my sister." He grabbed a little black and beige dress and a pair of beige platform thigh-high boots.

"I know she wouldn't mind if you borrowed her freakem dress." You kept your face in a straight look as he held up the items. He raised his brow. "Babe... party?" He swung the items in front of you.

Your face broke. A smile is finally fresh on your face. "You know I love a party."

Ken opened your door for you. You stepped out at Ultra, the local bar.

The music vibrated through to the outside air. The music got louder as you passed the threshold. Kennedy ordered for you. He brought you a drink, and you both sat down at a booth. The lights were dim. The people around all happy faces, it was infectious. Your lips naturally fell into a smile. Ken checked his phone and laid it face down on the table.

"Okay, so you never told me what happened about the speaker in the kitchen..." Kennedy said, taking a sip.

"It was nothing. Just some flirting." Your cheeks glazed with a blush.

"Shirt thrown across the room? That's a little more than just flirting. I saw the way he was looking at you in the pool." Ken checked his phone again.

"Okay, I was drunk. we didn't kiss. He just did the thing you know. The thing..." You gave him the look.

"The leaning against the wall gets just close enough to leave you weak in the knees. Oh, I know the thing. Read it in my romance novels, which saved my closeted ass a few times in high school. Got girls talking about how hot I was, and it rumored that I was sleeping with girls without me having to sleep with girls." Kennedy sipped his drink speaking only loud enough for you to hear.

"Yup, that thing. The morning we left work I fucking daydreamed about that shit. I was a mess. I just couldnt be with James when I couldnt get this other man out of my mind and after everything that happened, I just flipped out. I started breaking picture frames, packing and just left. Its like I had been waiting for the right time to leave and it never came. I finally looked back and said why the fuck am I here." You finally opened up to Kennedy.

"Yeah and now you've got hot ass Seresin on speed dial. Call him and go to him. Be free my little bird." Kennedy smiled ecstatic that you were finally away from James.

"I don't want to rush. I don't really know him. I know how gorgeous his body is and how his eyes they just..." you paused groaning.

"Babe, 9 o clock." Kennedy smirked. He put his phone back down he had already sent where you both were sitting to Seresin, unknown to you of course.

You sipped your drink looking around the room in the direction he just mentioned. There he was walking in, Jake seresin. His hand slipped to his aviators pulling them off slipping them in his collar with ease. Your eyes locked with his, the room slowed around you. You haven't seen him since the breakup. You took time off work, you had almost forgot the power this man held. The way women looked at him swooning, men sizing him up next to their girlfriends, the room seemed to be his. "Monroe, as I live and breath."

His hand rested on the table as he leaned down. "We've missed you... I've missed you." He sat down next to you.

The room got smaller as he rested his arm over the booth behind your shoulder. You were happy to see him, as much as you wanted to take your time, his body and presence in a room were tempting.

A man you've never seen before walked behind him and sat down next to Kennedy.

"Kennedy, this is Tyler Kraft. He is one of my military buddies. His call sign was cheese. That's what all of us called him." Seresin chuckled and smirked at Kennedy.

"I told him you had a pool." His voice changing like there was more that you didn't know between those harmless words.

"We can all have a few drinks, and if you're down for a party, we can all head back to your place. I'll supply the drinks if you supply the pool."

Kennedy's eyes widened just enough for you to notice. "Y-yeah that's fine." He was caught off guard with a plan change. A plan you had no idea about.

"It's nice to meet you tyler. I'm Monroe. I work with these too." You smiled politely. A new face intrigued you.

"Cop too? I hope you two are giving hangman hell for us." He flashed a smile that held a jewel attached to his tooth.

You giggled politely. The tooth jewel gave you an idea of what was going on, something about the way Kennedy was acting told you he had no idea what was going on.

"Hangman?" You paused, looking up at Seresin. "I'm about to now... with a name like that. " You laughed, looking over at Tyler.

You directed your attention back to Seresin. "You want to go with me to get our first round hangman?"

"Yeah. Good idea." He nodded, offering his hand.

You stood up without his help walking to the bar. You were shield from the pair you left at the table by a sea of people. "Jake, who is that?" You said between gritted teeth protection of your friend boiling in your blood.

"He's a friend of mine. I figured I'd introduce him to Kennedy." Seresin smirked, pride filling his voice in more ways then one.

"Why?" It seethed through your lips.

"Because a closet is lonely. I'm not going to say anything to anyone at work. If I was going to I would have called him out at the pool party." He said quietly leaning to whisper in your ear.

"How long have you known?" Your shoulders softened feeling a little trust seep in.

"I was suspicious the whole time, but the pool party confirmed it. He doesn't know that I know... until now, I guess." He shrugged his shoulders.

Realization set in that he set them up on a date. "They can't be in public on a date... Jake you're an idiot." You quietly yelled.

"OK calm down. I already gave Tyler the run down, and that's why I suggested we go back to his house for a pool party. Have a little faith. I got this. Now what do you want to drink? I'm buying for you tonight."

"Pineapple upside-down and a shot of tequila." You didn't even worry about fighting him on the payment of a drink. You stood on the foot rest of a nearby bar stool.

"What are you doing?" Seresin asked. His brows stitched together.

You saw the way Kennedy was sitting facing Tyler. His body language was very clearly a sign of interest. "Checking on him. They look happy." You smiled looking down at Seresin.

He grabbed your waist and helped you down back to the ground. His hand lingered on the small of your back. "I told you. Now stop worrying and have fun. You deserve it." He grabbed the drinks and you grabbed the ones for tyler and Ken.

All worrying had been swept away. You mind completely cleared of James, and your friend from being outed. You looked at Seresin in a new light. He was protecting your best friend and giving him something he desperately wanted.

A/N tumblr ate my post so we're trying this again!

@emorychase

@emma8895eb

@deaddumblbumble

@wade-wilsons-chew-toy

[xdreamie]

yeah i've noticed a theme of people trying to leave and announcing that they're gonna leave but then they come back the moment dt moves

a few blogs i followed said they were leaving so i unfollowed them and i still see them reblogging posts so i looked at they're back of course

but now i dont want to refollow them bc i Dont like when people say they're going to leave (and making a big deal of it) and then coming back the next day, it pisses me off so muxh😭

sorry i kind of went on a rant

yeah i notice it happens every time 😭 like i think it’s easier to say “i’m leaving” when there’s no content but then (the possibility of) content or movement makes everyone realize why they were in the fandom and the first place—to share their love for dteam, not to be morality-policed everytime someone fucks up. the biggest reason for the tumblr migration imo.

i don’t really care about people coming back, but i don’t like how it’s people that immediately switched up, doxxed george, called him slurs, and told him to khs. that’s not people we need in this fandom! and i get if people were triggered but holy shit get off the fucking internet if you get emotional and rash over things like this. stop tweeting out your every thought!! go to a therapist!!

[will80sbyers]

One of the things that made me stop reading analyses in the Byler fandom is how people just tend to pick 'parallels' that they like while ignoring or dismissing other parallels that do not suit their takes. Especially the most/more obvious parallels that are put on the show. For example Byler being paralleled to other romantic ships show that byler is also romantic but apparently Mlvn being paralleled to Byler and other romantic ships don't count as a romantic parallel. Mike being paralleled to Vickie apparently isn't a parallel because it doesnt support the intended *parallel meaning*. They literally framed Vickie and Mike in the same way and gave them same lines while paralleling Vickie's ex and El, and Will/Robin.

People will analyze all Byler scenes back and forth to show how it's romantic meanwhile completely ignoring Mlvn's romantic moments on the show. Even when Byler itself literally parallels Mlvn..... And it happens all the time not just with parallels but with other stuff like framing/editing or set design clues.

And these are not even ''minuscule details'' or ''subext'' stuff that you have to analyse. They are like the most obvious parallels that the show put.

Dont get me wrong, i like finding clues and reading analyses but they just kinda feel extremely... disingenuous sometimes when you just pick stuff that you like while ignoring other stuff just bc it doesnt support your argument.

Yeah, I get why you feel like this!!

I don't understand the point of ignoring those parallels too, the existence of byler-minteven parallels is part of why I can't think Matrioska is not romantic, that and like also the framing of their scenes where they are framed with a romantic meaning very very often, especially in the first seasons but also in season 4 they have some moments framed as romantic too!

I didn't stop reading the theories because of that though, I hear people out many times even if I don't personally agree and I like seeing all the little details that maybe could be intentional... But I do stop reading the theories in the posts when they are phrased in a way that sounds pretentious to me or seems like they are saying that if you don't think that then you are stupid, but even in that case I just ignore it as long as there is no biphobic idea involved I'm fine with people ignoring what they want to ignore in the show... I just don't care xD

I think it's also a thing about a different interpretation of stuff, I tend to not be able to ignore the big picture of what I see all together, so stuff like the "boys only" thing or the drawing in El's room etc doesn't seem like a good enough reason to say Mike is gay to me I see it as sort of general queer coding for Mike like saying "from now on for you it's only one boy aka Will"

But I also see him as acting genuine with El and also liking kissing her a lot in s3 and other people watch that and are convinced he hates it because he moves her hands...so I just think it's all about the subject that is watching for some things and it can never be super objective because of that unless you are literally the writers

But you know, I still think they all should be allowed to ignore what they want tbh even if I think taking that into consideration gives the best fair judgement on the show if you try to be the most objective possible by looking at everything... but like I'm not here to police people about what they should talk about in the tag so I just skip it and continue my day lol I get annoyed if the arguments used are clearly born from biphobia, for the rest I don't care much tbh

in the end it's not that important if he's gay or bi or just queer the important thing is that he's happy and kissing Will Byers next season

But I definitely still think he's a messy bisexual until they confirm he's not, because that's what makes sense to me for now 🌈

[drdemonprince]

I was reading back through some of your old posts and ran across the term "crypto-terf" and had a moment of recognition concerning a type of account I keep seeing especially on Instagram. There's like this whole cohort of anti-cancel culture people whose posts are all full of buzz phrases about civility and nuance and not using punitive measures to try to change people's minds, and some of them even succeed at making valid points, but like 99% of the time if you go deep enough into any of those accounts you'll stumble across random, thinly veiled transphobia. Never anything overtly hateful, but lots of "just asking questions" shit and efforts to reframe their terfdom as resistance to joining a cultural trend. They're also obsessed with the word "heterodoxy." It's so consistent that I'm instantly on guard when I find an account like that now.

Anyway, thanks for giving me a term to clarify what I'm seeing.

oh yeah are you talking about clementine morrigan and seerut chawla and all those mother fuckers??? i used to expend a lot of energy clanging pots together and trying to scare people away from them but i think it's at least more transparent now how much they suck. fucking disgusting people with the most hollow ill conceived ideologies ive ever fucking seen. their whole lives are just a cope. transmisogyny, racism, inability to accept other people's points of view, equating critique someone with making that person kill themselves (and yet they say they oppose people 'overstating harm'???), and holding completely inconsistent beliefs behind a paper thin claim of abolitionism (theyll say fuck the police means we dont act like cops to one another in one breath and then advocate SUING PEOPLE WHO CANCEL YOU FOR DEFAMATION. you know. using the COURTS AND POLICE. in the next breath)

[krylng]

we will meet again. chapter 3

TW: blood, light gore, two deaths, murders, mentions of you going to hell in this.

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you didn’t know what to do anymore. you had sex with alastor! the thoughts of it lingered in your mind. how you just casually did. you were ashamed since you don’t remember how many days ago you met. you know you had to ask him soon. Marie was out shopping for things, and you and alastor were left home alone. you knew you had to ask him soon.

“hey, i’m making eggs and bacon. do you want some?” alastor asks when you come downstairs. “YES!” you say, almost instantly. you were drooling from the smell. he laughed, and continued to make the breakfast. you knew his cooking would be good, since he learned from the best. Marie. you adored her cooking. especially her jambalaya. even alastor’s favorite was jambalaya.

you smiled as he sat a plate in front of you. he sat next to you, eating his food too.

“this is actually really good!” you smiled. he smiled back. “i learned from the best. i know these aren’t as good as hers, but… i try.”

you finish your breakfast. it was time to ask him the question.

“so… uhm. after we killed my father… and uh… you know…” you nervously played with your fingers.

“oh yeah. i felt his spirit roaming around, so i did so he wouldn’t linger much longer. as soon as i did, i felt him leave. probably going down to hell forever.” he took one last bite of his eggs and put the dishes in the sink. you got up to help him wash the dishes.

“then… why’d you keep going?” you didn’t know why you asked, but as soon as you felt it slip out of your mouth, you regretted it.

“because, if the police barged in, they would instantly get out. besides, i liked being… in control.” he smiled innocently. he was also completely aware of your age. sixteen. there was a two year age gap.

“anyway, there’s a party tonight. me and my mother are going.” he watched as you sat down on the sofa. “oh, that’s fun!” you picture him at the party with a lot of old people pinching his cheeks and telling him stories.

“yeah, well, i was wondering if you would like… to be my date to the party.” he grabbed your hand and kissed the top of it.

“r-really? i mean, of course! but… wouldn’t you rather bring someone else…? like, someone prettier… and not just a friend?” you hold back tears.

“and why wouldn’t i bring you? your one of my dearest friends after all! besides… i think you might be the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.” he hold your chin to meet his gaze. you blush a bit.

“i guess, i’ll go with you.” you smile, still looking into his eyes. he was inviting YOU. to a party where only the wealthiest were welcome. you were very nervous. Jane couldn’t even go, since you had to have a date.

later, you wore the same dark purple dress. it kind of matched alastor’s black suit. you both head down the stairs, and into a carriage. this was a fancier party, since it was public to anyone who got an invite.

you arrived at the party, seeing people of all ages. Marie went to go see her friends, leaving you and alastor together. he took your hand and kissed it again. “you truly are… stunning.” he leads you to a meeting area with chairs and a table.

“i dont like this music right now, so perhaps we shall wait until… our song… comes on.” he smiles and motions for you to sit down. you and alastor had a song? it was the one from the soirée and from the radio that day.

“do you want to go to the bar?” he asks, taking your hand. “i could go for a shot right now.”

“yes, i guess i could go too.”

you both take a few shots before going to the dance floor. it was a ballroom dance, the kind of dance that he showed you how to do.

“it’s alright, just follow my lead and focus on me.” you are both perfectly in sync. you both get lost in the moment when a girl taps your shoulder. you turn your head to look at her.

“c-could i dance with alastor?” she seems nervous.

“ask him, im sure… he would say yes.” she asks, and he accepts. you were a little angry at the girl, but kept a cool head. sure, you had fantasies about stabbing her to death, or poisoning her, or cutting out her organs and stuffing her in a fridge to die. you sat down at the bar again, ordering some rye. you drank it as you watched them dance. you don’t know how you felt. was it jealousy? was it anger? was it sadness? you didn’t know. alastor really was a gentleman.

she must have been the only one without a date, so she stole him from you. now you were left with nobody. you stared at the glass of rye in your hand and then back at her. oh you had an idea alright.

she was going to pay for taking him away. you made eye contact with alastor. he almost… nodded, like he was approving your request. you made your way over there. “hey! i was just wondering if you could follow me.” you lead her outside. into an alley.

“well, i just need to talk to you.” you smiled, as you walked closer to her. she took a few steps back, but she was trapped. you bashed the glass on her head, making it bleed. half of the bottle shattered, leaving the other sharp half in your hand. you brutally stabbed her with it. you stabbed her eyes out. you brutally stabbed her neck, making her mute. you stabbed all over her body. the bottle eventually shattered. she wasn’t dead yet.

“dear, use this.” alastor appeared from the doorway and tossed a knife to her. she took it, and stabbed her all over. you cut her fingers and toes off. alastor was inside, leaving you and her alone again. you brutally stabbed her heart, killing her. you carved your initial and alastor’s initial into her skin. you put a heart. her body had to know that he was yours. you tossed her body in the dumpster. nobody would ever check there.

you made your way to alastor again. he licked some blood off your sleeve. you totally forgot! you looked down to see your dress. “it’s alright dear, that was it. though, i have to say, i’m impressed. i didn't know if you would be able to kill without me.” you playfully punched him in the arm. he took your hands, dancing to the same song. it was perfect. just like the first time. all of the people left the dance floor. it was you and alastor, dancing gracefully to the ballroom music.

“uhh, they all left and they’re staring at us…” you looked over at them.

“it’s fine dear, let them stare. let them know that you’re the only one i’m going to dance with. and if any man thinks of trying to take you from me, i’ll hunt them down and murder them.” you noticed as his eye turned a deep shade of red. you weren’t scared, but you liked it. you kept staring at his eyes as you both danced. they finally went back to the brown eyes he had.

you had murdered a girl who tried to take him. her corpse was rotting in that dumpster, but you didn’t care. you were with him again. you really needed to murder. you wanted it all along. it seemed like everywhere you went with him, you would both end up killing someone. you smirked at him.

“prove that you would kill for me.” his eyes turned red again, but he smiled widely.

he eventually picked out a man who happened to be staring at your body. he had also pretended to drop his glasses to look up your dress a few times. he told you to stay inside while he killed him.

you both killed someone. for each other. you really wanted to ask him, what are we? but you were too nervous.

he headed back inside, brushing off his sleeve. you reached up to wipe some blood of his lips.

you had no idea why you did what you did

you licked the blood from your finger, and he smiled widely.

you licked the blood.

you licked someone else’s blood.

surprisingly, his blood didn’t taste too bad. but you still licked someone else’s blood.

you were a killer. just like alastor. you would both go to hell, but you would still be together in hell.

you didn’t know why, but you wanted to kiss him really bad. you knew you were friends, but you just wanted to. you couldn’t though, there were so many people. many people left as the police came, investigating.

“why are there police here…” you said nervously, gripping onto alastor’s arm. “we have to go. my mother is waiting outside.”

you both get in the carriage and you watch as the ballroom gets farther and farther.

“what were you thinking?! killing people tonight?” marie sighed, and she sobbed.

“mother… i’m sorry!” he goes on the other side to hug her. “i knew i had to! he was being a creep…”

“still, why do you kill? i tried to be supportive, but i dont know if i can anymore!” he softly sobbed with his mother, still hugging her.

you didn’t know if you should go over there.

the carriage stopped at the house, and you all went in. you both changed clothes, and closed the door to sleep.

alastor was sleeping shirtless, and you were wearing a silk tank top and shorts. you turned off the lamp, and faced him.

“i… i’m just really sorry… i shouldn’t have made you kill.” you sigh but he pulls you close.

“no, it’s fine, i knew my mother would be like this one day. and i’ll try to kill… less. but only people who deserve it.” you smile, and you feel his soft lips against yours.

you were shocked that he actually kissed you. you still kissed him back. soon, he kissed you a little bit harder. you closed your eyes. you felt his tongue slip into your mouth. you still kissed him equally as hard. you felt trails of kisses down your jawline and onto your neck. you felt him bite and kiss your neck. you liked it so much, a small moan left your mouth. he hummed a bit against your neck. you loved every second of it. you didn’t care that you were tired. you feel asleep while he bit and sucked on your neck.

you didn’t know why every time you murdered someone, you always did this together. why?

you woke up the next morning with a lot of hickeys. you caress them and trace them with your finger in front of the mirror. it had been two months since you killed that girl at the party. you killed someone last night, and you woke up with more. on your neck, and some on your thighs. you touched where he bit your lip. he was still asleep.

you were still friends, even if you doubted you were just friends sometimes. friends didn’t kiss and give each other hickeys. since you were living at the Hartfelts for a while, alastor slept on the sofa when you and Jane had sleepovers. you would always secretly show all the hickeys from the night before. even jane wanted to know what you guys were.

you didn’t want to date him. just yet. it was all too… rushed. you were sure alastor felt the same way about rushed relationships. one time you asked him why this always happens when you kill people.

“because, like i said the first night. it turns me on.” you blushed when he said that.

you secretly wanted to kill more people after that for him. everything was going so well.

until the police showed up at the house.

you answered the door.

“oh hello there. we need to see you and alastor hartfelt.

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yep, another one done, FINALLY! this is my second try, because the app crashed and i had to restart. i’m so glad, because there was smut in the first draft, but it’s too soon for more, don’t you think? anyway~ this was written on July 5th, but of course i’m making it post today. just letting you know, it will be a while until chapter 4. until then!

[gothamcityhistory]

Detective Comics #28

Cover:

Great cover art!! I love it a lot. I love how the layout is almost meme-like. Also there's no Bat-man this time but that okay since it was still starting out.

Issue Credits:

Cover by: Fred Guardineer

Story by: Bill Finger

Art by: Bob Kane

Review:

Yeah I recommend this Bat-Man story!! it's fun and silly and only six pages!! It's about The Bat-Man stopping thieves by employing a weird technique.

Story Summary:

There are jewel thieves running amok so The Bat-Man, being the world's greatest detective, interrogates a police informer about who's behind them and whats their next move. The Bat-Man then uses this information to sneak up on them, beat them up and frame himself as part of the thieves. The newspapers pick this story up and frame The Bat-Man as part of the thieves. This causes the leader of the thieves to feel more bold as now the police will be looking for The Bat-Man and not them. The following night the thieves are at work and The Bat-Man captures them and leaves, taunting the police while doing so. The Bat-Man then makes his way into the thieves' leaders office and forces him into giving a written confession. The Bat-Man delivers him to the police and leaves a cheeky letter behind.

Live Read:

I love this new "The Bat-Man" Title card although I still hate that Bill Finger doesn't get any credit still for his work. (I will try to stop mentioning this every time to stop sounding like a broken record)

Love how they're like "The Bat-Man's identity is unknown (BTW he's Bruce Wayne)

This is super cute! I love it! It's very interesting to me though that it's spelled "Wuxtry" and not "Extry". It's probably times changing. I dont know

(BTW Just in case you forgot from 2 panels ago, THIS GUY RIGHT HERE *points at Bruce Wayne* IS THE BAT-MAN. K thx)

Also when I first read this I didn't know what "stay-well" meant but then I realised he's saying it sarcastically as a threat. I may be stupid but at least I learned something

(It had a dash- How was I supposed to know it wasn't a new word with a new meaning)

Idk why having a criminal record gives you access the the haunts of the underworld. Imagine you got in for jaywalking and then you get a contact like "Hey, you're like one of us and are invited to come to the criminal underworld meetings"

BTW, Stool Pigeon means a police informer

:0

Straight up just killed him. 1930s Bat-Man didn't hold back XD

I like to imagine that the [GOTHAM] city police just suck and he was there hunched and waiting for a solid like 15 minutes.

I also just realised that he's not wearing any gloves. He's going to get caught. Is he stupid

(Yes I had to make that r/BatmanArkham reference and I know fingerprint scanners weren't widespread in America yet)

He didn't have to stunt on them like that.

Now he's just showing off.

SEE!! EVEN THEY ARE LIKE "woah wtf?"

Not leaving the twist for the end now are we?

Do you think the newspaper also describes in detail the spectacular leap?

(Just in case you didn't get it btw)

Show don't tell people- but also I like this panel :3

😏😏😏

He's such a gentleman ❤️❤️❤️

Is that? The Bat-Man? In Bruce Wayne's red Sedan?

I like to think he put on the thickest New York goon voice and then when went "OOGAH BOOGAH" as he opened the door

laughed at this mental imagery in my head for a bit-

OMG HE OOGAH BOOGAH'D HIM BACK

He didn't stand a chance. I like to imagine it was instant like he only got 1 second into the jump before he was punched down

You mean Bruce Wayne's Car-

I like how they have to specify it had been a few minutes before The Commissioner read the letter-

Also, I love my silly 🥺🥺🥺 He stamped his logo on the letter and everything

After Thoughts:

I loved this Story!! it's dumb and I recommend it. I love the everything of it. The writing is fun and the art is great! I am quite interested by the narration in it though. I don't see it as often or as this high of frequency. I wonder when they drop it 🤔

Art:

The Art is great and I'll pick out a few of my favourites

Thank you all for reading!!

Come back whenever! I will post at rarely the same Bat-Time but always the same Bat-Blog!

[landscaping-your-mind]

howdy, howdy, howdy @a-mag-a-day and co. it's 148 time! That's lovely! :3

also uhm. 7de Laan (South African soap opera) spoilers ahead? apparently?

look idk what to do for a funny intro today

JONATHAN SIMS Rusty Quill presents: The Magnus Archives. Episode one hundred and forty-eight. Extended Surveillance.

For some reason, my brain immediatly went "the French magnus archives" and it would be like uh... cent et quarante-huit (?). I don't know why I wanted to translate it? Also, the most French I've done was like... grade 9 Canadian French which I've promptly forgotten. I don't know why I thought this.

Le Magnus (in a french accent) Archives? Look, I speak Afrikaans, but as someone who's learned it from 7de Laan and yk, just being in a family with one Afrkaaner who sometimes uses Afrikaans slang and words and cannot spell apple, so a lot of the Afrikaans I speak is just english words in an Afrikaans accent. I mean like that's basically what Afrikaans is so-

Y'all should watch 7de Laan, it's really fun. Idk what button they've discovered now, but I remember back when Mariaan killed... Ben I want to say, and they discovered the voice over button. And then there was the Orange is the New Black rip off season, and then I remember when they discovered the really bad greenscreen button and things started happening outside and it looked awful.

No one watches soap operas for the height of cinematography.

ELIAS Good evening, Detec— [Basira punches Elias.] BASIRA Useless, scheming piece of shit. ELIAS Detective, this is quite unnecess— [Basira continues to hurt Elias.] BASIRA I’m sorry, was that unnecessary? [Basira hits Elias once more.] BASIRA (Cont.) Because this is the most helpful you’ve been so far, unless you’ve got another crisis for me?

tbh absolutely deserved. god i love the scenes where elias has an awful time <3 it needs to happen more often.

BASIRA You always call me Detective. Is that supposed to mean something? ELIAS Honestly? I just like the way it sounds.

WHY IS HE LIKABLE? WHY IS THIS FUNNY TO ME? I JUST DONT LIKE BASIRA OR ELIAS AND THEY'RE JUST GIVING EACH OTHER MUTUAL TERRIBLE TIMES

ELIAS Will you? You’re not police anymore. You’ve done them some favours, but they’ve done you some as well, and I think you’ll find that the information that I’ve been giving to them has been far more consistently useful. You want to issue them an ultimatum? Go right ahead. I’m just not sure it’ll go quite how you hope. … And, um, no more violence, Detective, or I may have to call in the guards.

God, I hate how he turns it around, just manages to scrape himself an edge, prick. Like even in episode 200 (my beloved) he tries to get Jon to back down. It doesn't work, of course, but like, there was an attempt, there's always an attempt, I hate how he takes things in stride and always manages to come out on top, I hate that so much. Really hateable villain, he deserves to be drowned in a bucket /ref.

ARCHIVIST Can’t believe you’ve been seeing him all this time. BASIRA Oh yeah, that’s the terrible secret sabotaging the trust between us.

Ok, like, to be fair, talking with Elias did help end the world so...

BASIRA Yeah. John, we’ve been over this. The key is to not force people to feed you their trauma. You know, just don’t do it. ARCHIVIST It’s not that simple. BASIRA No, it is. Or I put you down.

Oh!

Look I was trying to find my original reaction to this, but I didn't talk about it to my partner (ily) or on my story (I believe the next one we're really digging into there is 154, because I was in fucking shambles), but I mean, I don't know exactly what I was feeling but it was probably like... shit.

Shit.

Like, I get Basira's perspective, right, but also you can't just. That's hardly proportionate and yet... isn't it? Gertrude would have done it, Adelard Dekkar would have done it, and when they do that sort of thing to monsters we hardly bat an eye, but... well, it's different, right, we know Jon.

It's like that post, about how the "monsters" were treated differently across the seasons, in season 1, Jane Prentiss is the entity formerly known as Jane Prentiss, in season 2... can't really remember, I mean they were seen as more... sentient, but still evil to their very nature. In season 3 we get a separation, Jon isn't like the other monsters, Mike Crew and Jude Perry were bad people, even though they were people. And then in season 4... well, come Scrutiny, we've realized that oh fuck, there is no separation, and we can view all the monsters as irredeemable and bad but... Jon's not irredeemable, he tries. So, what about all those other monsters. And in 152 we get it, how different is Jon from Jane Prentiss? Not really different at all. The season 5 comes along and none of the characters we're following are on the watched/human/victim side of the line, and the line wasn't really real back then.

Podded cast <3

ARCHIVIST (Mutters) I mean, that’s hardly… BASIRA Daisy’s been managing. ARCHIVIST Daisy is… Yeah, she’s managing.

Wow, why's Daisy managing better than Jon, it's not like she has the support of Basira, Jon, and presumably Daisy to help her, no it's just that she's fundamentally better /s.

Like, you can't expect someone to change for the better if you're only getting angry at them, if you treat someone like a monster, like they're going to fuck up all the time, then they're going to fuck up all the time.

ARCHIVIST Haven’t really been trying. Doing that sort of thing consciously … makes me hungry. BASIRA Oh, well then, find a statement to your tastes and read it. ARCHIVIST Yes, yes, I know. Thank you.

I had a little conversation with Japleeejay a while back so I'm just gonna put that here, inc his reactions in brackets because they're funny.

Also, I'm thinking about jon tma (🤯) And yk about my interpretation of his character which is the only correct one /hj (💙) And about how it's like his self esteem is shit, but that's when he's alone right? He's going to stand up for himself when other people are talking shit about him, but he's also going to internalize it and ruminate on it when he's alone? (‼️) Like uhh. He's obviously really guilty about what he's doing to his victims, but when they confront him about it, and in MAG 141 and MAG 148, he's defensive about it It's like it's not a binary thing right And if I may just like bring myself into it for a second because half of my jon thoughts are actual analysis and the other half is projection But like uhh the whole thing i had going on with the adhd, like I was fiercely proud of being adhd, and like i'd get angry at people for being ableist and stuff, but i also sort of... believed them? it's like, you can have contradictory feelings and emotions (‼️) And it's like it's different if you're saying it to yourself and someone [is] saying it to you? Like at least my immediate reaction to someone getting angry at me whether justified or not is to get angry back, and then yk i calm down and either don't think they're right or do, right? And it's like, Jon gets angry when people get angry at him, he gets defensive, and then he dwells on it a lot, right? Basicallly Um - Fanfic authors are doing it wrong i'm the only one doing it right - he's not. he's not like. yeah sometimes sure he's like that. he'll take it lying down sometimes - ^ especially when helen's saying something to him because she knows how to get under their skin - but like it's not a constant thing - hhhh idk how to describe it (💙)

(27 January, 2023)

ARCHIVIST I've been meaning to ask. The tape, the one of the, uh… my victim. You said Martin gave it to you? BASIRA Yeah. ARCHIVIST How was he? H-how did he look? Was he, uh…? BASIRA I don’t know. I didn’t see him. He just left it on my desk with a note. ARCHIVIST Oh, right. BASIRA Yeah. ARCHIVIST Can I ask what it said? BASIRA Um, yeah. It said, “Talk to him.” (The Archivist laughs bitterly.)

GOD THE PINING JUST GOUGE YOUR EYES OUT AND MAKE OUT FOR CHRISTS SAKE HHHH

I can't take this, I can't take 12 more episodes of this I can't.

Statement of Sunil Maraj, regarding their work as a security guard and the disappearance of their co-worker Samson Stiller.

OH YAY! They use he/they, that's lovely! I think I may have pointed this out a while back.

Someone had even put their name in the front, like they were afraid people were going to steal their manky instruction book.

Oh No

tbh i dont think i really paid attention much on my first listen but just like-

Oh No. it's a leitner.

Cos I saw some of the pages over his shoulder, and on one of them, there was … There was a picture of me, like a black and white photo of my face.

OH SPOOKY!

It was one of the old CRT sets, big and bulky, and the picture on it was never that clear, but for a moment, it looked like it was me on there, staring right back at myself as the screens slowly went black, getting closer and closer. The face on the monitor looked absolutely terrified, and I was starting to feel it myself. So, I just tried to smile, told him not to worry about it, and I headed out as quick as I could. My legs were shaking so hard I almost fell on the way out.

Don't know what to say just... spooky.

One time, when no-one in the store was looking, I threw a can of deodorant at one of them, hit it square on. Samson wore sunglasses for the next two days, and when I caught a glimpse of him without them, there was a crack, right down the centre of his eye.

Ohhh that's such a cool image also so spooky!!

I wanted to know why Samson hadn’t signed out of the building before he disappeared, why no matter who tried to reset the system, it always logged back in as him. Or why, whenever I was watching the monitors alone, I’d see him on that old CRT screen, staring right back at me, quietly calling for me to join him.

OH WOW THAT'S-

wow

Does reading a statement of the Ceaseless Watcher count as a sort of auto-cannibalism, I wonder?

He's started calling in the Ceaseless Watcher, not The Eye anymore.

Hmm. Feels more... reverential? In a way? I dunno. Need to compile a list of what people call the fears. I know Jon used to call it The Eye or The Beholding, I thought he switched to calling it the Ceaseless Watcher in season 4, but apparently not.

I honestly don’t care if Mr Maraj was chased down and consumed by his voyeuristic former friend, or if he has forgotten the whole affair, living in blissful ignorance. I just find my mind already wandering to the next statement, and the hopes that it won’t be quite as stale.

Is that a turning point? It feels like a turning point, but then again it just feels like he's already crossed that line, and there was no turning point, just an unstoppable march forwards.

Hm.

[pipermint8magic]

Bruce visiting Jack /Joker and getting him out of Arkham.

(AU where Joker never became a villian!

His real name is Jack)

Batman pov.

At first i didnt recognize the pale man. But slowly I relized who he was...Jack!

Oh-oh god!

"Sir, ar-are you okay?"

He looked in pain,crying trying to stand,but before he fell I catched him.

'Oh, Jack, what happend to you?'

"ah, everything hurts!"

"Everything is going to be al-"

"Please stay away!"

"Im not here to hurt you! Im going to bring you to Arkham so you can get help."

I picked him up to bring him into the Batmobile.

He tried to escape put lost his breath quickly.

"Everything is going to be alright. I wont hurt you."

"How do I know I can trust you?"

'I know you wont, and im sorry for breaking youre heart, J.'

"Because, I promise I will help you."

At first he didnt say anything, but then said something that broke my heart and hit with guilt

"Last time I trusted someone, they hurt me and that got me looking like this..."

' Jack, babe, I'm sorry! I want you back! I never meant things to turn this bad!'

"It's alright, you don't have to trust."

The ride was silent except for some laughter.

It was laughter from pain.

I wanted to hug him, comfort him,remove the mask, but if I did, he will have a break down... actually no, he would have a second one and propably a heart attack.

No, instead I put on some music which he slowly fell asleep

I gave him to the doctors and said "I will let Wayne know about him. He will be intrested to visit."

The doctors nodded and I went back to the Batmobile. Giving a last look at the small figure being taken for care.

Atleast I hoped.

Sadly I could only visit him as Bruce Wayne in a week. Harley decided to bring her crime to the next level. Luckily I could stop her and she was placed into Arkham. I requested her to be placed far away from Jack.

When I asked as Batman how he was, doctors said he was healing. They said it with a hint of disgust, but I trusted them so I left.

But today my trust fell.

They tried to turn me away, but I had none of it!

So I went to see Jack.

"What have you done with him?!"

"Mr. Wayne, we-"

"You, what? You were supposed to help him!"

"He was having problems."

"Yeah, no wonder he was. Out of all people you should know beating or giving somone unknow drugs is a risk! Were you trying to kill him?!"

"Sir, he is a criminal. He tried to attack a officer after -"

"Did you hurt him first?"

The doctor nodded.

"*sigh *I came for a visit, and after im done, I want to know everything whats been going on. And I will take him with me as well."

"Bu-"

"I will get the police involved. If you want to have a chance for a job, you will tell us the truth." I said and the doctor decided to let me stay and went away.

"Jack?"

"B-Bruce?" he looked at me with fear but also anger.

"Jack, I-"

"What do you want from me, Wayne?"

"Jack, look I came here to visit you. And apolagize."

"Apolagize?"

"Yes. I didnt mean to brake things up with you. I wanted to apolagize sooner, but couldn't. Im sorry."

I gently placed my hands on his cheeks and gave him a warm smile.

"This is all youre fault."

"I know, and I-"

"Dont say youre sorry. I heard it. I want to give you a chance, but I'm pretty sure you moved on from me."

"No!"

"Huh?"

"I mean no. I have not. It's true, I did try, but I relized that youre the one I care about. You trusted me, and I broke you. I see what this place is doing, and Im willing to help you heal, give you a place."

Silence...

"Why?"

"I-I still love you. Always have. "

With that Jack started crying, so I gently huged him, being carefull with the chain around his waist.

I noticed that they dont have cameras. So not only do they abuse him and others propably, but also don’t keep a eye on him.

"Y-you said -"

"I know what I said back then. *sigh * look how about we get you out of here and home, alright?"

"You do that... for me?"

As prove I kissed him and said

"Always."

* time skip to when Bruce is taking Jack home*

"J, you alraight?"

"*sigh * Do I look alraight?"

He was looking out of the window, staring on his reflection.

"I look like a monster..."

"It's not what I see."

"You must be blind."

"Jack, I see that youre a butefull man. Even with the white skin and green hair."

"Thank you...You didn't have to do this. "

'But I did... ' i think to myself, but give a kiss to him, before focusing on the road.

"Hey, be carefull."

"Yeah, yeah." I say and smile.

I quickly looked at him and decided to get some stuff at the store.

"Huh?"

"Wait here, I'll be back soon, okay ?"

"okay *sigh *"

I go to get food for him. He looked like he didnt eat anything.

I buy him some donuts for now and a milkshake. But before I left, something cought my eye.

A rainbow blanket.

"Excuse me! How much for this?"

Was it expensive? Yes, but I only cared about giving Jack some joy.

"Hey, I'm back! Got you some stuff."

I get out the blanket and wrap it around him, and gave him his food.

"F-for me?"

"Ofcurse!"

"Thank you." he gave me a smile, so I smiled back.

* almost home *

"Enjoying the food?" I ask as he almost finishes his last donut and nods.

'Good'

"J?"

"Hmm?"

"I want to ask you... What happend after I kicked you out (without a reason) and before the accident?"

He gave no answer, instead looking down and shaking.

"Jack?" I ask as I noticed tears falling down his face.

"Just, just drive... "

[hymn-of-muse]

I'm a time-what?? - p1

getting back into dr who and remembered i wanted to write a story for my oc so thought i might as well put it on my fic blog!

enjoy!

Yet another mundane day began with the loud noise of a digital bedside clock alarm. A hand reached out from under the cocoon of covers on the bed and slapped down on the nightstand before feeling around and hitting the button on top of the clock to turn off the alarm, soon after hitting another button to turn on the radio and tune in to a station playing music.

With a grown the pile of blankets started moving aside for a head of messy strawberry-blonde hair to immerge, letting out a yawn as she stretched the sleep out of her limbs and pushed herself out of bed for the day.

Alicia shuffled to her bathroom, softly nodding along to the music on the radio while she tamed her matted hair down with a brush before twisting it into a loose braid.

"You've got twenty minutes, Love!" A muffled voiced called from beyond the doorway of her room. "I fixed you some breakfast, it's on the table, you can get a few bites before you go!"

"Thanks Mum!" Alicia called back, peaking out of her bathroom doorway so her voice could be heard past the doorway of her whole bedroom.

after brushing her teeth and an outfit change, the girl made her way down the stairs to the kitchen table where a plate of toast and a cup of coffee sat waiting for her.

"'Licia, have you seen my keys?" her mother asked from the living room, diving a hand between the couch cushions.

"Did you try your purse yet?" Alicia asked, opening her moms purse and looking inside from where it sat on the counter.

"I did but I had no luck there-" Alicia cut her mom off when she spotted the set of keys on the other side of the counter next to the coffee pot.

"Found 'em. You must of set them down while you were making coffee" she pointed out, handing the keys over to her mom.

"oh, thanks, love." The woman sighed, giving her daughter a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing her purse and heading to the front door. "right then, i'm heading to the office for the day, if you need anything just call my number."

"Right, have a good day at work, mum." Alicia nodded, sitting at the table and starting on her breakfast as the door shut behind her mother.

Soon enough she'd slipped on her shoes, plugged a pair of earbuds in and headed out the door herself, strolling down the street and through the town.

She paused her walk just before she had completely gone passed a blue police box stationed across the street just off the sidewalk in between two buildings. "Odd.." she mumbled to herself.

it seemed out of place like a sore thumb, the paint was a fresh bright blue and stood out against the brown-grey stone buildings nearby. She shrugged at it, assuming it must just be brand new, and kept walking.

Alicia soon stepped inside the town's public library, taking out her earbuds as she did so and making her way behind the counter, quickly tossing a lanyard over her head with her ID attached.

"Anderson, you're early." commented one of the librarians sorting through the returned pile of books gathered from the front mail slot. "you dont start for another-" she checked her watch "ten minutes? alright so youre not as early as i thought." she chuckled.

"better than being late, right?" alicia snickered.

"yeah well since youre here now, can i get you to make me a list of people and their late books?" the librarian asked, glancing over her shoulder at the young lady.

Alicia nodded before sitting herself in front of the computer she'd been stationed at behind the desk and typing away at the keyboard. she took some time going over what was on her screen, scribbling down on a pad of paper she'd pulled out next to her.

the sound of the library's door swishing open and the quick tapping of footsteps snapped her attention up from the monitor to the entrance to see a man walk in and stop at the front desk.

"excuse me, you lovely ladies wouldnt happen to know if this town has a giant satellite dish would you?" he asked, earning a confused look between alicia and the librarian.

"no, sir. im afraid not." the librarian replied.

"are you..some kind of repairman?" Alicia asked, tilting her head slightly in her confusion.

"you could say that. i'm the doctor." he said confidently. "ah well, i'll have to try something else then." he muttered before strolling back out of the library.

"what would a doctor even need a giant satellite dish for?" alicia questioned, going back to her task.

"oh i wouldnt mind him, hes likely just some quack from the next town over" the librarian spoke.

after the long day at the library sorting books, helping people search shelves and check out or renew a copy, Alicia was more than happy to head back home.

"right, i'll see you tomorrow then, misses Hannigan." alicia said to the librarian with a wave before heading outside. on her way back down the street she passed by the blue box again, only to see the self proclaimed doctor head inside it. she shook her head, thinking the police were just going to brush off whatever he had to call them for as a prank call, and kept going.

"mum, i'm home" alicia called out after she made in through the door.

"hey, love, im making supper." her mom called back from the kitchen. "figured we both had a long day so i tossed a pie in the oven." she stated, smiling at her daughter.

"sounds good. you know the weirdest man came in today" alicia spoke. "didnt come for any books just asked if we knew if there was a giant satellite in town, claimed he was 'The Doctor' and left when we said no."

"oh yeah? sounds like a strange man for sure, that one." her mom nodded along.

"yeah, but on my way home i saw him get into a police box. cant imagine they'd wanna hear about whatever his 'emergency' is" alicia snickered.

"well you never know, could be something unrelated." she mom pointed out.

"oh yeah, guess youre right." alicia shrugged. "should i put on our show?" she asked, walking into the living room and picking up the remote from off the coffee table, turning on the tv and starting to surf the chanels.

the next morning alicia once again slapped her alarm silent and sat up with a yawn, but before she pushed herself out of bed the paused. the song on the radio was the exact same as yesterday at the exact same time and the date on her calendar was the same as yesterday's.

she shrugged it off, guessing she must have tuned into a different station playing the same hits and forgot to cross out that day on the calendar before going to bed last night. 'it's just a coincidence' she thought as she crossed out the day and shuffled into her bathroom.

"You've got twenty minutes, Love!" her mom's muffled voiced called from beyond the doorway of her room. "I fixed you some breakfast, it's on the table, you can get a few bites before you go!"

"thanks...mum..?" alicia paused. didnt the same thing happen yesterday morning? her mom was supposed to have gone to work much earlier today wasnt she? "mum, are you taking the day off?" alicia asked, leaning into the hallway from her bedroom doorway now.

"no, love, why?" her mom asked from the bottom of the stairs. "you feeling alright?"

"nothing, im fine" alicia called back before shaking her head, trying to brush off the weird sense of deja vu and go through her morning routine again.

"'Licia, have you seen my keys?" her mom asked from the living room once she'd come down stairs.

Alicia looked at the kitchen counter next to the coffee pot and spotted the keys, picking them up and walking over to her mom with her hand extended out to give them to her. "you left them in the kitchen again"

"again? oh, well..thanks love" her mom nodded, taking the keys with a puzzled look before grabbing her purse from the kitchen and heading to the door. "right then, i'm heading to the office for the day, if you need anything just call my number." she said after slipping on her shoes.

"yeah..have a good day at work" alicia nodded, once again feeling that weird sense that this has all happened before as she sat down at the table and took a bite out of the toast that was waiting for her.

maybe today was just going to be a weird day.