#you capture her so well

[wild-moss-art]

Received this lovely gift from @moonlightleafs 💖 thank you so much buddy!! She is living out her brawling dreams

[lgbtlunaverse]

There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.

[ruushes]

throuple of all time to me

[starflungwaddledee]

Have you noticed that Red Butterfly is keep following you?

And no, most of the butterflies don't follow anyone but scents of nectar.

starstruck regained +5 points of emotional health! she remembered this is meant to be an adventure, and looks forward to seeing some exciting things! just not this particular butterfly, it seems.

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[backpackingspace]

I am once again thinking about how odysseus who witnessed the horrors that the captured women went through (one of his main duties in the iliad was taking the women back home and making sure they were as comfortable as possible and safe because he was the only one trusted not to violate them further due to his devotion to penelope. And in the odyssey part of the reason circe sent him to the underworld was so that he'd have to listen to all these women's stories (before he could talk to the prophet) ). Who was one of the few that saw women as people and respected their space and opinions. And was then put in those exact same situations. I don't have the motivation right now to do a full literary analysis of this (I'll site the sources too) but oh man one day I'm going to write a full essay on this.

[thealdersgateoffice]

Saskia Reeves - along with the rest of the cast - behind the scenes of Slow Horses 🐌🐎

📸 Gisele Schmidt

[myokk]

“Class, today we’re going to repot the baby mandrakes because they’re getting a bit too big for their current homes! Aren’t they cute?”

[variousqueerthings]

thing about rose, for me, is that she wasn't there first -- this in a "she was first in nu!who in the sense that this was the first person to travel with nine, and the first person since the timewar, and the last person that nine was with, to the point that ten was born out of that experience/modelled on her."

and in that framing, I am a big fan of her haunting of the narrative, because it start outs with her placing herself inside the doctor's ribcage and rebooting their ability to want to feel things, but unfortunately rose is still a human, like every human the doctor travelled with before, it's just that the doctor forgot how to steel themself against that inevitability because of the circumstances around meeting rose

this is The thing that I find tragic about martha, because I think she could have been that person, if she'd been the first person post-timewar to travel with the doctor, but because she's coming in during bleeding-heart times, she's got to deal with triage instead. and yes, there are wonders, and yes, there are good times, but for a lot of it, it's shrapnel, and I think if it hadn't been, she would have had a very different attitude towards *waves hands* space and time travel and aliens and the universe (one where she wouldn't be the person trusted with something like the osterhagen key)

and donna had a sense of that Space the doctor was in post-rose (she canonically stopped the doctor from dying in runaway bride) and stepped away from it, and didn't get back to the doctor until some of that hole-in-chest had been bandaged up, which martha did a great job of, but didn't get to really benefit from, and I think that's the sad thing about martha jones, is that she absolutely got a taste of the beauty and the splendor, but never without all the violence and heave weight that was put onto her

which, again, she seems to have been very aware of, considering she joined UNIT and Torchwood. her eyes were barely ever rose tinted (no pun here) during her whole journey in the story. martha really is in my opinion the most tragic companion (that I've met so far, I know Adric straight up dies, but maybe he had some fun times before that?), because yes, donna loses her memories and rose is in a parallel universe, but that's more tragic for the doctor -- they've both built lives

in donna's case there's probably a lot of imperfection in that life, but clearly a lot of joy as well, with her and her husband and her kid and her mum, and I'm sure she'd have preferred to be the donna who saw the universe and was splendid, but martha never gets to forget, and has to continue her life one step out of sync of everything she could have been

which, maybe her life is pretty flipping fantastic, but we really don't know, which is the biggest thing I side-eye about the first nu!who era. that whole weird ending with the sontaran and mickey is like... anti-character work, it answers nothing and it makes very little sense

all I know about her at the end is that she more than anyone saw the doctor's life and became a soldier (still a doctor as well, but...) because that was the work she saw needed doing, and she's the kind of person who does what needs doing. but is she... okay? youknow?

but going back to the original point, is that framing martha through the lens of rose is all well and good in the sense that rose is the reason the doctor is at that emotional point when he meets martha -- although donna absolutely had a very big hand in that as well -- but once we've established that, martha's arc is martha's arc, and it's dull to me to frame it as the "rebound" arc or even particularly about alloromanticism (including -- and this is why i get why people do it in fandom -- some shit said by rtd, which is just less interesting than what I get out of it, so shhhh)

she's got so much going on, and her relationship with the doctor changes the trajectory of her life, and it's in many ways a more interesting and far less straightforward trajectory of bad-to-better that many companions get -- it's a wonderfully complicated narrative that (and again, I get that some of this comes from within deliberate framings of the text, even though I think it's more than open enough to do more with, death of the author and all that -- but certainly not all of this is text either, some of it is ignoring what is actually there) is done a disservice by not going through the real messed up fascinating extraordinary shit that's going on during her era + arc in s4

but also... is she ok? I want to know. it's one of my top three burning questions, since we're getting a bit of best-ofs of the noughties DW era, some of your crimes can be righted by a simple bit of martha mr davies

[adelaidedrubman]

WHAT KIND OF LOVE ARE YOU?

i was tagged by @katsigian for this uquiz and everyone got so absolutely decimated i simply had to post pass along! (tried my best to italicize applicable/bold super applicable sparingly but everyone just got their ass beat so hard)

LOVE AS A FORCE OF NATURE

your love is like whiplash –– it comes in with the rain, it blows the doors wide open. when you fall in love, it is sudden and hard and immense. it is powerful. it is earth-shaking and world-ending. nature is a force, and that force can be destructive if you're not careful. see how the world is doused in gasoline and set on fire –– your love consumes, your love takes, your love burns. you're hot and cold all at once, a hurricane and a wildfire bound together in skin, and when you're in love, it can feel like it's eating you alive from the inside out. when you love, it is with everything you have because it is everything you have. be careful, darling, because not everyone survives the storm.

LOVE AS A CHOICE

you choose to love. love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. it would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. but you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. when you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. your love is work, and it does not come easy. your love sweats and toils. it is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.

LOVE AS A FLAW

cowering, your love hides in the dark. in shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. when you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. you didn’t ask for this. you didn’t want this. it’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. get it out, just get it out now. you don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. it is to be loved in halves, or not at all.

LOVE AS THE DAWN

pastel, saccharine and hopeful, your love rises slow to greet the day. it tiptoes on doe feet and blossoms bit by bit, petal by petal. love is new to you, isn’t it? a fresh discovery in a world you do not quite understand. your love loves with bated breaths. your love swoons and sighs and lingers under awnings. your love romanticizes. your love aches as tenderly as a bruise. you’re swollen with desire and idealizations. the perfect kiss, the perfect touch, the perfect partner in life. your love is wide-eyed and innocent, naive and pristine and oh, so very easily breakable. being loved by you is to be loved by a child, by a lamb, wooly-eyed and helpless. oh. i really hope it lasts.

oof. on that note if you’d like to play along tags out to @imogenkol @derelictheretic @belorage @florbelles @lordundying @henbased @rhettsabbott @a-treides @nowandthane @josephslittledeputy @memaidraws @poetikat @ruvviks @wrathfulrook @galaxycunt @fourlittleseedlings @nonfunctioning-queer @voidika @captastra @confidentandgood @deputyash @blissfulalchemist @shellibisshe @strafethesesinners @shallow-gravy @direwombat @jackiesarch @firstaidspray @socially-awkward-skeleton @afarcryfrommymain @8bitpizzacoupons @strangefable @ladyoriza @clicheantagonist @cassietrn @stacispratt @mccarthycormac @afarcry5fromstraight @orionlancasterr @omen-speaker @risingsh0t @thefathersbride @simplegenius042 @voidbuggg @thedeadthree + uquiz opt in here:3

[thedeadthree]

✧ — 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

-`. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @carrionsflower and @loriane-elmuerto tytyy sm lori and airika!!!!! 🥀💌🐦‍⬛

✧ — 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party

✧ — 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — bel canto.

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐎 — nostalghia.

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐊 — mannequin pussy.

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀 — chappell roan.

𝐃𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐋 — florence + the machine.

— 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠:

@sunsofdawn, @pavus, @happilyobsessing, @girliefailure, @alvsanne

@auricfog, @jamessunderlandgf, @weisshaupts, @grapecaseschoices, @risingsh0t

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@kanos, @deadrlngers, @elluvians and you!!!!!! 🥀💌<3

[fangsandsoftgrass]

LITERALLY HEY YOU DRAW HER SO STUNNINGLY @pocket-vvardvark 😩🙏

[maggotknight]

MY RT BY THE BEAUTIFUL @systembug !!!!

[whimsicalcotton]

Pops in Hi hello I’ve been wanting to do fanart for a while now cus I may or may not be kinda hyperfixated on ur au and today finally went fuck it and made a lil smthn lol

Chucks this at you and sprints away AAAAAAAAA

!!! shdfgsjhgfshj oh my god oh my god you have no idea how happy this makes me tysm i love them so fucking much 🥺🥺🥺

[good-beanswrites]

"Prisoner @justzosiahere ! Milgramblrgram has judged you guilty for your crimes! It is time to meet your judgement. As the wardens' fang, I take that responsibility upon myself! 👊" (Haruka angst style experiment, muahaha! I kept things a bit vague so anyone can pick up where it starts, but this is placed in your post-Milgram au when Haruka is more of an adult.)

TW for his implied abuse and suicidal thoughts

It was supposed to be better. Wasn’t it supposed to be better now? It was. It really was. Haruka’s hands clawed at his shoulders, desperately hugging himself. No one else was supposed to die.

His phone rang.

He ignored it and continued his pacing of the back hospital hall. Thankfully, no one was around to see him slipping into old habits. He’d already chewed through each of his nails, but enough substance remained to dig bright red marks in his arms. What he really wanted was to direct all his scratching toward the surrounding room. 

The walls were too white. 

The lights were too powerful, the air too still. 

Everything felt chilled. 

Everything smelled funny. 

Clean, but wrong.

He wanted to leave.

He wanted them to both leave, together. 

Why did he never get what he wanted? 

Did the world hate him that much?

His phone rang.

He didn’t know why the world would hate him. His whole life, he’d worked so hard to be good, to be what everyone said he should be. He thought he’d been doing everything right – he was finally starting to be normal. He acted braver. Happier. Well-behaved. He was finally loved. 

Everything was supposed to be better as an adult. That’s what Kazui had told him, a long time ago. It was dark, and the voices in his head became too much to bear, and he interrupted Haruka, and stopping him from doing something he didn’t like talking about. He promised that being grown would change things, and Haruka clung to that hope with everything he had. 

But Kazui was wrong. He should never have listened to him. Or maybe, he lied, like he always lied. Like how all adults lie to children. Like how he was going to have to lie. 

Oh god, he was going to have to, didn’t he? There was no way he could tell anyone about this. He had a hard enough time coming up with the right words on a good day – he didn’t know how he’d ever manage to say that… that…

His phone rang.  

And what if they thought it was his fault? They’d be right, wouldn’t they? People were still getting hurt around him. Everyone that loved him ended up in pain. Maybe… he really was cursed.  Maybe his mother was right. She’d always been right about him. 

It didn’t matter how big he grew (he’d always felt too big for his body,) how brave he sounded (he was always scared inside,) how much he learned (he would never be as smart as everyone else), or how many good people he met (they were only going to disappear.) None of it mattered. He was cursed.

His phone rang. 

With a cry, he flung it at the ground. The sound mercifully cut out as the screen shattered. Little pieces flew across the pure white tile. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. He couldn’t. They’d only get hurt, too. 

His shoes crunched over the glass as he made his way to the door. He remembered when he was really young, stepping over broken things in his house. He never liked to wear his slippers, and more than once he’d cut his feet on debris lying around. He remembered the flat glass of picture frames, the pretty shape fragments of perfume bottles, and the shining mess of water and aquarium glass. He remembered his mother there, yelling at him. He didn’t hear what she was saying over his own crying, holding onto his bloody soles. 

For the longest time, he thought it was unfair to be blaming him when he was so hurt. But who was he to question her, now?

He opened the back exit, exhaling in relief when the artificial light gave way to nightfall. He didn’t know where he was going to go. It didn’t really matter. With any luck, he’d end up back here. 

When the door closed behind him, the hall was left in silence. The bustle of the surrounding hospital went on, with nothing but a small mess left behind on the floor as clue that anyone had been there.

[starflungwaddledee]

Oh, ok, uh...

How about a song You related to Starstruck, like, when she is with Bandee...?

Uh... That's more specific...?

yes, this is perfect! from starstruck's pov, when she is with/thinking about bandee (gen), the song is Run by Jasmine Thompson!

i hid my secrets in a box , i did exactly what you said and now i’m feeling so much better, coz you make me forget so tell me when you run, i wanna run with you tell me where you hide, i wanna come to you tell me where you go, i wanna go there, too even if you fall i will go down with you i will be the one who comes to rescue you tell me where you go coz i wanna be there, too with you, with you, with you, with you

[little-pup-pip]

Hey I was wondering if you could maybe do a snowfall board? Shes a dragon from wings of fire and she’s super cool :3 fem leaning and a deco paci if you can!!!! she’s queen of the ice wings and her book is the 15th!! Or maybe it’s the 14th.. anyway if you could that would be so super duper cool!!!!

Definitely!!