#zee and co

[tastydelight]

X Y AND Z 1972

Elizabeth Taylor, Michael Caine, Susannah York

[oneawkwardcookie]

Tagged by @stanningsky💜

rules: shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people

Chlöe - Have Mercy

Selena Gomez - Come & Get It

Satyaprem Ki Katha - Raat Baaki

Aflatoon - Poster Lagwado Bazaar Mein

Zara Hatke Zara Bachke - Baby Tujhe Paap Lagega

Jawan - Chaleya

Bhaag Milkha Bhaag - O Rangrez

Asim Azhar - Jo Tu Na Mila

Chandigarh Kare Aashiqui - Attraction

Tagging: @tawaifeddiediaz, @madamewriterofwrongs, @bieddiediaz, @captain-hen, @fireinyourkiss, @piningeddiediaz, @disasterdiaz, @tarlosbuddie, @cowboydiazes and @barbiediaz

[dearbisexual]

Ive been playing acnl and I set a time to meet with a villager (Stitches) and im literally setting an alarm so I don't forget

[erstwhile-punk-guerito]

[lyricsolution-com]

Orry Learns To Be 'Full-On Desi' From Vasudha In Fun Collaboration, Calls Her The ‘OG Liver’ | Television News

As Zee TV gears up for the launch of its new show, ‘Vasudha,’ the channel collaborated with Orry to introduce the show’s lead character, Vasu, through a lively and engaging social media video. The fun clip, shared on both Orry’s and Zee TV’s Instagram pages, perfectly captures the essence of Vasu—an energetic, spontaneous desi girl with a heart of gold, yet lacking in discipline.  The video opens…

[yes-man-luvrrr]

“Human” Zestial

Oh wait, have I talked about Zestial on here?

It’s this punk

I’ll drop lore of them some other time

[ur-mag]

GMA’s Ginger Zee stuns in tight top and floral skirt with heels for show as she thanks co-star for the hand-me-downs | In Trend Today

GMA’s Ginger Zee stuns in tight top and floral skirt with heels for show as she thanks co-star for the hand-me-downs Read Full Text or Full Article on MAG NEWS

[a-father-of-light]

I've been thinking about this topic for awhile and I need it to live anywhere else except my head. Amen.

This is not a deep dive into any of these actors, their sexuality and real life relationships with each other. It's just, have you ever watched two people together and you're like: "yep, they want each other" 🤣😅 or, "yep, that boy is thirsty af" 😌. Like, my guy, you're not fooling anyone.

I don't even ship them, it's just entertaining to watch.

1. Fort wants Peat. Period. That boy isn't even trying to hide it and honestly, I respect it.

2. Boss finna kiss as much of Noeul's body as the producers will allow. I can't read Noeul, he just seems down. Down for what? I can't tell.

3. One thing about Zee is, he's gonna lick someone's son. Zee had a whole one-sided crush on Saint. 😅

I don't know what's going on between Zee and Nunew, and I don't care to know (it's none of my business). However, Nu gives "match my freak/crazy" energy around Zee.

4. Max and Nat mutually want each other. What can I say?

5. Billy with both Seng and Babe. Billy is like Zee, if the job entails kissing someone's son, he'll be there, and he'll do the job well. 😉

6. Billkin sometimes looks ready to risk it all for PP. - I know the rumours about their alleged relationship but for what it's worth, I don't actually believe it. This is not a comment on the nature of their relationship. I just think that sometimes Bill looks ready to ruin the friendship. 🤣😌

7. I don't know what's going on between Mile and Apo (and again, I don't need to know) but I feel like Mile would donate his artery if Apo needed one. Oddly, it doesn't seem romantic. He just appears to have a sincere admiration and love for Apo. Almost brotherly, almost friendship, but in a "I wanna lick your face" kinda friendship.

8. Fourth and his one-sided crush on Gemini. Cute.

9. Joong with both Nine and Dunk. Joong does not have to be told twice to kiss Dunk! It's cute and kinda funny sometimes.

10. Man didn't need the director to yell action. He stayed ready to kiss Ben.

11. I feel like I'll burn for this, but... Nanon had a thing for Ohm. I don't even think I can put a name to said "thing", but it was there and I can't believe I'm the only one who clocked it because no one talks about it.

12. Gun's former crush on Off.

13. Mew's unreciprocated feelings for Gulf; which he'd probably deny today because of whatever happened between them.

14. Frame and Ryan. Honestly, get it boys.

15. Bruh... Mos and Bank. They aren't shy about it either

16. Highkey, all of Jeff's co-stars had a thing for him, and who can blame them. 🤣

✌🏾

[brotherblaze]

heat death —jason todd

—summary: There's an unexpected detour on your date. You have a feeling Jason would normally rather pry his teeth from his mouth than let you meet a dead boy, but tonight, he wants to make peace.

—cw: discussion of past character death, no gender mentioned for the reader.

—wc: 2,7k

—note: part 2 to this; can be read as a standalone

Sometimes, Jason has to return to Gotham for a few days.

And it’s fine—it’s not like you’re so co-dependent on him that you can’t survive without hearing from him for a couple of days. (Your cat, not so much. How long can an animal sit in front of your apartment door, waiting for someone to step through? For a long time. You find yourself thinking back to that Hachiko movie.)

But he always makes up for it in style.

When you meet him in the lobby of your building at 6:53 PM, after he gave you only three hours of notice (and the instruction to wear that red dress he likes so much), Jason Todd looks dashing. He’s dressed in black slacks and a white dress shirt, the two topmost buttons undone. His hair—as if he’d decided to slick it back and then changed his mind.

Next to him, is a dark-haired woman in a long tailcoat. Kind of like the ones tacky magicians like to wear.

Jason’s face lights up when your eyes meet and your heart swells and leaps into your throat all the same. Like this is your first date again. In a way, every date with Jason Todd feels like the first again, the butterflies swarming your chest, perching briefly on a rib to then take flight again at a moment’s notice. Jason has crossed the space between you in three long steps and is pulling you into his arms. He’s warm and he smells like sandalwood and citrus.

“I’m sorry for going radio silent; I wanted to call so many times.” He presses his lips against your cheek.

“I assume Scarecrow is back in Arkham?”

“Nice and cozy in his cell. You—” he cuts himself off as he takes a step back, arms outstretched and hands hovering so close to your coat-clad arms like he’s afraid to touch you, and gives himself a moment to look you over. “Look incredible. I kind of want to go back upstairs and—”

The woman clears her throat.

Jason’s cheeks flush red. He straightens and angles himself so you can see past him. “This is Zatanna.”

“Nice to meet you.”

You accept her outstretched hand. “As in Zatanna Zatara? The Zatanna Zatara?”

“You’re a fan?” Jason asks with a wolfish smile, as if red is not still lingering on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. You almost want to jab him in the ribs. Zatanna beats you to it. “Ow.”

“What, I can’t like space and magic?”

“No, no, I didn’t say that.” He holds his hands up in mock-surrender. Silver rings glint on his fingers. “But speaking of magic, Zee is gonna take us where we need to be.”

You could ask where you’re going. But Jason is keen on keeping his tongue behind his teeth whenever he plans date activities. The most you’ll get is a vague gesture; and very carefully thought out instructions on how formal you should dress.

“If I get in trouble with Batman for this, I’m throwing you under the bus,” Zatanna says, rolling up the sleeves of her jacket.

“A: Superman cleared it and Red Tornado is on monitor duty. B: I got Two-Face to hold down the fort with B. And C—” Jason checks his watch, “we have a reservation at 8:30.”

“Okay, okay,” Zatanna says. She flexes her gloved fingers. Sparks fly. “Ready to go?” She asks the room but she’s looking at you. You nod and slide your hand into Jason’s just in case. “Great. Now, please close your eyes and remain calm.”

In your peripheral vision, Jason closes his eyes immediately—you don’t think you’ve seen him do something so voluntarily even with his family. It’s as if he trusts Zatanna completely. His hand is warm around yours and you give it a gentle squeeze. He squeezes back.

If he trusts her so implicitly, you see no reason to doubt her, and close your eyes.

The timbre of Zatanna’s voice is lovely as she casts her spell. It wraps around you like a soft cloud and for a moment you’re weightless before it places you back down just as gently. There is no vertigo, no motion of falling or flying. If only you could understand what she’s saying.

The city fades from your senses all at once. Cars aren’t honking and the aircon in the lobby isn’t blowing warm air against the back of your neck. The air doesn’t smell like flowery air freshener. 

Instead, there is birdsong and the rustle of leaves.

You blink slowly, try to reorient yourself wherever Zatanna has placed you. The room is dim. The air is warm but not overly stuffy. Trees line your view of your surroundings. A concrete path meanders through the grass. You turn to look at Zatanna, to ask where you are, but she’s nowhere to be found.

Jason—Jason is still there, next to you, your hand clutched in his. He looks you over as if he’s trying to make sure you’re okay. When he’s satisfied with whatever signs you’re displaying, he brings your knuckles up to his lips.

“Sorry. This was the less nauseating way to do it.”

“You asked a really powerful magician to drop us in the woods?”

Jason chuckles and motions towards the concrete path with the jerk of his head. “Wanna see where the yellow brick road in the floating superhero HQ in earth’s orbit leads?”

Your jaw drops. “Jason, what—”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He runs his thumb along your knuckles. “Like I said: it’s been cleared and Red is keeping watch just in case.”

“So… we’re really in space?”

You shouldn’t get your hopes up. God knows you’ve been burned too many times by shitty exes promising they’d do something or be better at something. But the thing about Jason is that if he sets his mind to something, he will always want to deliver. He’d probably put some Greek hero to shame with his drive.

He nods. “And there’s a compact version of the Hubble space telescope here; it’s as good as the real thing.”

“Really?” You swallow around the lump in your throat.

“Really.”

“Okay.” You take a step forward, off the grass and onto the cold concrete path. Jason is right there, his coat over his arm, offering the other to you. You shrug off your own coat and loop your arm with his. 

You fall into step. There’s no need for talking. Instead, you allow him to guide you, crane your neck when you catch a new chirp from the trees. There’s a woodpecker somewhere, hammering away at a tree.

Something catches in the corner of your eye and you nearly jump out of your skin when you realize it’s human-shaped. You collide into Jason’s body on instinct and he catches you, his arms wound around your torso to secure you in place. The blood rushing in your ears is so loud you nearly miss the words of comfort he’s whispering to you. The white-lensed eye peering from between the trees sends a shiver up your spine to the base of your skull.

Slowly, your senses return to you and you blink rapidly, attempt to turn away from that eye. Jason loosens his grip on you just enough to give you some leeway. You’re clutching his wrists in your hands, nails pressing crescent-shaped indents into his skin. Your fingers feel stiff as you pull away.

“You’re okay,” he says when you can finally hear him again. “What’s got you so spooked, hm? Tornado is in the control room, we’re alone here.” Now that his hands are free, they’re running up and down your back in an effort to soothe you.

“That.”

Jason’s expression shutters off when you point out the culprit. His jaw tenses and he swallows harshly.

You follow his gaze between the trees to get a better look at the thing you saw and oh.

It’s a hologram of Robin. You can make out the emblem on his chest if you crane your neck slightly. A yellow cape hangs from his shoulders.

That’s him, right? He was Robin.

“We don’t have to go over there,” you rush out to say. “C’mon, show me that telescope.” You turn, hand in Jason’s and try to tug him down the road.

“No, I…” Jason pauses, takes a long, even breath in and releases it slowly. He glances towards the treeline where you had been walking towards just moments ago. “We can take a small detour; we have time. I want to tell you something.” He takes your hand in his, intertwines your fingers. At some point, he has taken your coat, now draped over his on his free arm.

You walk side-by-side until you arrive at a small alcove lined with trees and planted flowers.

There are other figures besides Robin there. All holograms. All staring towards the windows, towards Earth.

“This is… everyone in the League and various other teams who’ve…” he trails off, as if he’s having a hard time forcing the word from his mouth. You squeeze his hand. Jason squeezes back. He turns, and you follow, until you’re standing so you have a view of every memorial in the alcove. 

Jason motions to a red-headed girl. She has a swimmer’s build. “That’s Tula. She was… ‘nice’ is such a lame way to put it. She taught me how to swim, y’know. B wouldn’t even let me out into Gotham at first ‘cause I didn’t know how to swim. She wanted to see more of the surface world, so she volunteered. We used to get fro-yo after lessons and go to museums and parks and observatories. She really liked those.

“That,” he places his free hand under your jaw and guides your head to look at the hologram of a man dressed entirely in blue. “That’s Ted Kord. The second Blue Beetle—more of a hobbyist superhero, actually. He was really smart; you would’ve loved to pick his brain. He had this beamgun he’d use. Wanna guess what he called it?”

“Did he name it like B names his toys?”

Jason laughs, the sound short and abrupt but filled with glee. “Oh yeah,” he says with a grin, “I told him he looked so stupid with that thing. But you also would’ve hated him for the pranks he and Booster Gold liked to pull. Everyone was fair game, even B.”

“Naturally, you two got along like a house on fire?”

“Hey, pranks were dickhead’s thing. I was the one who jacked tires to sell them.”

“So, just a little then?”

Jason motions you towards Robin’s hologram as his smile fades. He releases his hold on your hand and you want to object, but his hands find their perch on your hips as he stands behind you. As if you’re a shield he’d like to hide behind so as to not face the memory of a dead boy. He doesn’t say anything for a long while.

You take in the image of Robin.

This Jason, the hologram of a ghost standing in front of you, is skinny, lanky. Short. Two wisps of black hair at his widow’s peak curl towards each other. But… his nose is the same. Jaw a bit less filled out than your Jason’s. If you focus, you can almost place your Jason’s features onto this ghost and try to imagine a cohesive picture of what this dead boy might have looked like when he was still alive. You vaguely recall the newspaper and tabloid articles about Robin—about the change in hair and costume and height. Pictures galore. (Did those ever have close-ups of his face?) About the death of Robin. So many pictures of a smiling child clad in red and black. About Batman in the nearly two years he had no Robin at his side. No pictures of Batman; plenty of pictures of the destruction left in his wake.

You turn away from the ghost, gently pry yourself from Jason’s grip and turn around to face him. He doesn’t meet your eyes.

“I crawled out of my own grave.” He says it like it’s a secret, spoken just between the two of you. Your insides drop, liquefy until all that remains is a void deep in your gut. Aching. “I was dead and then I wasn’t. I clawed my way out of my coffin and through the dirt to the surface.”

The void stems from the pit of your stomach and grows, stretches, swallows, devours the soup your liquefied organs have become and sinks into your bones. It is cold but it is not sharp.

Oh.

“You know,” he says, as you’re lounging in bed on a Sunday morning, “I died when I was 14.”

He’s casual about it. So casual that your endorphin-muddled brain almost misses it, misconstrues it as if he said he’d broken a bone. Almost.

“I got better,” he says as you sit up in a haste, his words finally registering with clarity.

“I—you what?”

“I died. And then I came back.” He leans in, presses a kiss against your temple. “I’ll go get started on breakfast.”

“No, no, wait.” You reach out, grab onto the back of his shirt as he stands. “You can’t just say that and then go make breakfast.”

Jason’s smile is soft as he untangles your fingers from his shirt and he leans down to press his lips against your knuckles. “You’re such a bloodhound when you want something. But I’m a really smart rabbit. And when I’m ready to tell you the whole story, I’ll rip off the scab and you can hunt me down and devour me.”

Oh.

This is him ripping off the scab.

“It was raining. Still can’t stand the smell of wet soil.”

Oh, so that’s why he called that night he came over. There’s a construction site not far from your apartment building where they had broken ground the day prior. It was raining. The fastest way to your apartment is a closed metal box.

“Apparently, I wandered the streets like that.” He tries to smile but all he can manage to form is a grimace. “Bruce’s ex found me. Took me in. Threw me in her dad’s magic bath water to fix me. I stayed there—with the League—for a while. Watched Damian grow up. Took care of his messes. Made messes of my own and cleaned them up.”

Jason folds his arms in front of himself, adjusts the coats slung over one arm. He doesn’t raise his eyes. When you reach out to lay a hand on his bicep, Jason stills, as if he’s a prey animal whose first instinct is to flee.

Oh.

He’s waiting for you to reject him. To sink your nails into him and pry him out of your life, uproot him like a weed and toss him out.

You tilt your head to the side.

“So? That was then. Are you running with the League right now?”

“What?” Suddenly, he finds the courage to meet your gaze.

“Y’know, I accidentally committed academic fraud. Almost didn’t graduate.”

“That’s not the same—”

“And you’re trying to find absolution by what? Trying to goad me into leaving? Didn’t I say I’m stuck to you like glitter?” You level Jason with a look. “Until the Heat Death of the universe.”

Jason’s blood thrums in his veins. His ears are ringing and his vision grows out of focus but you, you remain crystal clear, sharp like the jagged edges of broken glass. He thinks he’ll cut his hand on you if he reaches out. Still, he does, and you meet him halfway with a grip like vice. His tongue is stiff in his mouth and it takes great effort to force it soft so he can speak again.

“Heat death?” His voice cracks.

“I always thought the heat death of the universe would be something super cool like every Sun suddenly turning into a supernova at the same time. But it’s the same thing as the Big Freeze, which is obviously the lamer name and the lamer end.”

He cannot form any words.

“You,” you press a finger against his chest, then flatten your hand so your palm rests over his erratic heartbeat, “said I’m like a bloodhound when I want something. And I said we’ll find each other in every lifetime, every goddamn reincarnation. Because I want you. And in the end, we will watch the universe die together.”

Oh, he thinks.

You want him.

And just for that—he would let you devour him whole.

dividers by cafekitsune

[theunluckiestdevil]

This is what Müller looks like nowadays. What a perfectly sane and normal captain! They are definitely in possession of all their marbles and have positive opinions on zailing and zee monsters.

Also, their Raven is co captain.

Please no spoilers of any kind in the tags!

[catboybiologist]

Potential eepy tired drag queen names:

Her Ball T

Co. Zee Blank

Mellie Tonin

Please add more

[zahri-melitor]

Okay because I am setting my expectations as low as possible in the hopes I get to be pleasantly surprised, here is the history of Black Canary as a solo title at DC:

Black Canary 1991: 4 issue miniseries. Probably best described as 'mediocre'. Dinah discovers Ollie's being an unemployed dropkick who has been stealing/borrowing money from the Sherwood Florist till and not accounting for it; out of her frustration at him she goes and beats up a drug cartel and white supremacists with the help of her new friend Gan Ngyuen, who would be a better boyfriend to Dinah than Ollie is being right now. In conversation with her Grell appearances, but seriously underestimates Dinah's actual skillset.

Black Canary 1993: 12 issue ongoing. Dinah's basically broken up with Ollie for the whole of this, which is completely fine by me, as Ollie uses some of his appearances in this book to accuse Dinah of sleeping with Ray Terrill. Who is 18 and was trying to look after the injured superhero who turned up on his doorstep. Time to go die in a firey helicopter crash, Ollie, you are terrible in the early 90s. Anyway, this is an incredibly uneven run that covers topics like Dinah's backstory, why Ray Terrill develops the biggest puppy crush on Dinah, and also the very first Nightwing-Oracle-Huntress-Black Canary team up. Tragically despite the compelling characterisation going on in this title between the four of them, the story they are in is a white slavery plot, rendering it almost impossible to recommend to people who aren't the sort to read every single appearance of a character.

Black Canary 2007: 4 issue miniseries. This would actually have been a compelling story apart from its intent and outcome. Dinah and Ollie, in the lead up to their wedding, grapple with combining their families and Dinah works with integrating Sin into the US educational system. Unfortunately, Sin is abducted and then Ollie fakes her death and doesn't tell Dinah what he's done, as he makes Connor take her off to one of the Himalayan monasteries various Arrows and companions have spent time at. Sin does not get to attend their wedding, and for some reason Dinah does not tell Ollie it's off even though he just faked Sin's death and lied to her about it.

Black Canary and Zatanna: Bloodspell 2014: Graphic novel. Paul Dini's pet project that he spent the best part of a decade trying to get DC to publish. The only decent Dinah solo on this list, it's not actually a Dinah solo because it's co-starring Zee. Dinah and Zatanna met each other as teens trying to live up to the expectations of their families, then reunite in Vegas after some of Dinah's friends tell her that someone's made them swear a magic oath to take part in a heist, and it's killing them. Hijinks ensue! This is the only title of any of them on this list that's actually full of joy. Please read it.

Black Canary 2015: 12 issue ongoing. 'What if Dinah decided to make Black Canary be the stage name of a musician in a band rather than a superhero?' Does this have any connections to previous Dinah characterisation? Not really, no. Does it sound like the premise of an Elseworlds rather than main continuity, even for n52? Yes. Dinah decides being a superhero is just too much work, so she'll be in a band instead, aside from all those times she needs to stop singing to fight crime in the audience. Contains a time travel plot involving Kurt Lance, aka the worst decision DC has ever made in regards to Dinah's love life, and I'm including Ra's al Ghul and marrying Ollie on that list. I think they made Kurt Lance save the universe but I admit I was hatereading at that point. The final issue has Dinah have her life flash before her eyes while retconning out most of the n52 changes to her characterisation and also suggesting she got pregnant with Ollie's baby at age 53 before dying of a mystery disease at age 69.

EDIT: Reminded of the Teen Book

Black Canary: Ignite 2019: DC teen graphic novel. Written by Meg Cabot, this is one of their teen alternate continuity rewrites set around the awkward period when Dinah was a teen and wanting to be a superhero like her mother, but Dinah Drake was firmly refusing to train her. Contains Larry Lance and is actually set in Gotham! (this is a good thing) On the other hand, maintains the 'was in a band' concept from Black Canary 2015, which personally I would rather stuff into a black hole never to be seen again, but angry teens singing in bands is a genre conceit for a reason. It's cute.

So really. Why would I let myself get my hopes up over Black Canary Volume 5?

[bwoahtastic]

Also obsessed about nico and toto so:

- Nico and Toto not sharing a room at firdt and the first time Nico crawls into Toto's bed just for cuddles makes him smile so much and he stays wake quite long just looking at Nico snoozing away.

- Nico loves horseriding and spends a lot of time in Toto's stables. At Seb's insistence, Toto buys a horse for Nico that Nico rode before and fell in love with! A beautiful grey stallion thst loves Nico as much as vice versa

- Seb being sick one day (before marrying jenson or dramatically returning after marrying jenson cos he needs his brother) and staying with Toto and Nico and Nico is so soft cos Toto helps fuss over a very dramatic and pouty Seb even long after Seb starts feeling better and is just enjoying the attention aksk.

- angst: nico having a miscarriage? He is so devastated cos finally he could zee himself really settling and having a family with Toto but it goes wrong... poor thing just grieving and thinking Toto will make him leave but Toto is sad too and helps him through it

- Toto having a nightmare early on in their marriage and waking up with a start to find Nico knelt worriedly on the bed, dressed in just his white slip dress and looking so sweet and pretty as he fusses over Toto!

[tojisun]

an easy rider

recom quaritch & recom zdinarsik x recom fem reader

: just a little crack drabble bc i luv the dynamics of the recoms hhh; writing through wainfleet’s pov is so fun like this guy is so unserious // 513 words // title from freak - lana

zdinarsik couldn’t help the low whistle that leaves her lips when she sees you walking in, hand-in-hand with her CO. wainfleet looks up from polishing his m69, furrowing his brows at her in confusion until he finally sees what she’s ogling at.

“nah,” he laughs, shaking his head. “she’s off limits.”

zdinarsik pops her bubblegum, humming from the base of her throat, clearly distracted as her golden eyes continue to trail after you.

wainfleet clears his throat. “zdog, no.”

“‘zdog, no’ what?” ja asks, falling beside wainfleet, popping open a plastic water bottle to take a swig.

“that,” wainfleet responds, nodding to where you are standing with the colonel. ja chokes, water sputtering from his gaping mouth, and wainfleet screeches when they fell on his bare thigh. “ja, you motherfucker!”

he’s so distracted with wiping away ja’s disgusting spit shower that he missed the way you and the colonel turned to them. “i swear to god, alexander, i’ll cut your queue off in your sleep and feed it to you-”

“now what the hell is going on here?” the colonel’s voice snuffs out the anger in wainfleet. he turns, ready to explain to their CO that it’s nothing, just ja’s disgusting little accident, only to see zdinarsik already on her feet, bending forward with her arm out towards you.

“hey, sweet thing,” she says, smiling. wainfleet gapes as you giggle, tucking a stray braid behind your ear. “name’s alicia zdinarsik. y’can call me zdog.”

you say your name, reaching forward to take her offered hand, intending to shake it, only for the other recom to pull you close and press her lips to the back of your palm.

distantly, wainfleet can hear ja having a terrifying coughing fit beside him, but he’s too distracted by zdog’s game. he chances a quick glance at quaritch, expecting to see thunder behind their CO’s eyes, only for wainfleet to be further propelled into a storm of confusion when all he sees is quaritch watching on with faint amusement.

what the hell, sir?

“well, if that ain’t a pretty name.” zdinarsik smiles. “it’s perfect for you, pretty.”

you giggle again, the sound ringing beautifully amidst the shock of silence, before you’re pulling your hand out of zdinarsik’s hold and slinking back to quaritch’s side. the colonel doesn’t waste any time in wrapping his arm around your waist, tucking you impossibly closer to his side, before nodding at them in dismissal.

“see you, zee,” you murmur, batting your pretty lashes at her.

“yeah,” zdinarsik replies, breathless. “see you, sweet girl.”

and with that, their CO stirs you away from their table, ducking his head close to whisper in your ear. not even their heightened senses can grasp what he says but based on your bright smile, it’s nothing worrying.

still, wainfleet feels like his lungs stopped working and ja is still trying to perform self-cpr to himself after almost choking to death from whatever flying fuck he just watched.

zdinarsik sighs wistfully, the only one unbothered by what the hell happened. “yeah,” she says. “i’m gon’ fuck her, ‘lright.”

[floadolescent]

social media headcanons for SOME of the td23 cast

bowie — he can be nice and respond to fans but if you cross him the wrong way he will be the most sickeningly toxic person ever, you’ll catch him in random comment sections fighting people and sometimes he’ll get into a scandal because he liked some hate tweets about total drama (especially julia hate tweets)

julia — similar to bowie but hating is her whole personality, she goes on instagram live and invites people she’s fighting to “mic up” or just straight up says kill yourself to people she doesn’t like (esp bowie) has been cancelled so many times that she has a cult following now

damien — he had a finsta from before the show that the super fans found and he doesn’t really know how to get rid of them so he just accepted his fate and posts like normal, responds to comments SOMETIMES if he feels like it’s not a dumb question

scary girl — very very ominous… she doesn’t really have a theme she just posts random stories of her being in weird places, oddly personal facts about celebrities every now and again, or just showing off cool stuff she got recently. it’s kinda wholesome then it’s some random actors whole life on the next slide/story

raj & wayne — similar thing to damien, they got their instagrams hunted down but they still post like normal. they fight homophobes in raj’s comments though because they think cyber bullying is funny if it’s deserved. wayne posts those infographics all the time and everyone laughs at him for it but he’s just a #ally!

mk — HOLY SHIT she doxxes people. when she gets into arguments she’ll just send a doxx bin link to them and it has their entire family history and their co-ordinates, but outside of that she’s chill. she doesn’t post on her main but she has anonymous accounts where she gets into reddit discourse and other shenanigans

zee — honestly i think he doesn’t even know what’s going on! he definitely has an account but he literally has never posted once in his life (out of his own volition, he puts up sponsor posts) but sometimes he’ll just hop on lives and ramble for like 3 hours then disappear

[askfanandtesttube]

Welcome to the Fan and Test Tube ask blog!

Golly, how do I start off a blog? Well, hi! I'm Test Tube, making this post. Fan wouldn't stop asking me to make a blog with him... so, I guess we're doing that now?

Feel free to ask anything! We're open for asks anytime, though we wont answer as soon as they come in- Fan and I might be experimenting. If your ask is directed towards one of us, please state it in the ask!

OOC: Hello!! I'm Zee, co-owner of this account. Fan and Test Tube aren't in any romantic relationship for this ask blog! We'll try our best to imitate the characters as best as we can.

This blog was inspired by @test-tube-iii !

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NSFW

Political

Racist

Sexist

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If it breaks the rules and you know it, it will not be answered.

If the question is about a ship (EX: "how do you feel about people drawing you kissing") it's an okay ask!

Thank you for reading!