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melit0n · 25 days
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"The more that I grow, the more that I've come to know; it's hard to be someone and it hurts to be nobody."
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egophiliac · 8 months
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starting off with an amuse-bouche of some of my initial favorite bits! y'all, this update was WILD.
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loveaetingkids · 5 months
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arcanegifs · 11 months
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Upscaled + Edited Arcane Screenshots 1/?
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mel-loly · 21 days
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⚠️TW⚠️: Body a “little” exposed.
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-.. Bunny outfit killed Luffynda... :'D
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celira · 6 months
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i would love to blame the caramel debate that happened in the Discord server, but my brain is just...like this
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Riot Kings, page 3E
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expectiations · 3 months
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Pond Family Moments
Amy: Why don't you talk to River?
The Doctor, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure.
Amy: What? So you go tell her she's cute, what's the worst that could happen?
The Doctor: She could hear me.
Rory, casually flicking his eyes to the sword prominently (and on purpose) displayed in the living room:
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melmedarda · 1 year
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Perhaps it is time for the era of magic. Hextech, the era of hextech.
⸻ MEL MEDARDA & JAYCE TALIS, Arcane
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yesokayiknow · 5 months
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Clara would’ve killed (possibly literally) for an origin story as horrendously traumatic as River’s. A genetically modified hybrid snatched at birth to be raised by a religious cult as a time travelling assassin psychopath? An excuse to be her very worst self without moderation required because nobody expects good things from a crazy cult girl but they kinda do from a middle class English teacher! Apparently Jenna auditioned to be Mels, which I’m glad she didn’t get because Clara is everything, but the thought amuses me greatly.
you just KNOW clara finds out river's tragic backstory and is like Are You Fucking Kidding Me. she flies around post gallifrey like yeah i was kidnapped and watched my parents die in front of me and was made to murder people as a child and also my planet's dead and i was tortured into being an assassin but it didn't stick because i'm just so special and good and the people she's saving that week are like wow that's so cool you're so brave this explains all of your weird behaviour and lack of sense and general god complex and the immortal me is like god i should've accepted jack's offer instead
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melit0n · 4 months
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As someone who grew up primarily in Britian, seeing non-British people (especially Americans) say 'Sleep Token is so British' always makes me giggle because Vessel has one of the lightest British accents, at least when he sings.
If he had a hard Cockney accent or a general Northern accent, I could understand you guys, but seeing people say they sometimes struggle to understand what he says because of his accent flabbergast me a bit. I guess it's just because I'm completely use to the accent, as any person who grew up anywhere is, but it's still funny.
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gaytedlasso · 2 years
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Honeysuckle, high in the tree
You let the world live under you
Like you're some good royalty
No one can touch you, when you're
Reckless in the summer, that heat
You let him wonder, but you never let him sink in his teeth
No one can touch you when you move
Honeysuckle - Greyson Chance
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Cas takes up roller skating during the summer and Dean’s brain explodes immediately upon seeing his husband dancing in skates at the park. Jack added stickers to Cas’ skates - extras after he completely covered his own pair.
Happy Birthday my beloved Mel @emeraldcas 💚 !!
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blujaydoodles · 2 months
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so I'm doing my first playthrough of BG3 as juniper and I did NOT expect how strongly melliwyk would show up to have feelings about this scene with gale
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burntlikethesun · 4 months
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good news - as per RTD in DWM the house at the end of The Giggle was the Noble family's (bought with her UNIT compensation for her terraced house being destroyed) and the novelisation's claim that it was Fourteen's own house can be disregarded. He is a lodger in the back garden!
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capybaraonabicycle · 2 months
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The Doctor's Ship (Tenteen x Mels)
Please, @whenyourunwiththedoctor put them into my head this morning with her beautiful collage of pictures and quotes and now I need them to be a thing! So I wrote a tiny bit of a scene for them - don't ask me how this fits into canon; do ask me about the circumstances though, I would love to work on yet another Mels AU tbh
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[ID: two images, the first one is of the Tenteen (14th) Doctor looking out the TARDIS door, smiling cheekily, the other one of Mels Zucker, looking upwards with a determined expression and the hint of a smile. end ID]
Mels has seen the police box stand in their garden with doors closed for so long, she has almost forgotten it is supposed to open. There is a flutter in her stomach when John turns the key and he looks over his shoulder, winking at her, like he knows exactly what is going on inside her mind. He probably does. John always seems to know.
He doesn't open the door though, stepping to the side and leaning against the TARDIS's corner – because this is the TARDIS, right? Mels is honest-to-God about to enter the TARDIS, the Doctor's spaceship, step into his realm, experience the wonder of timetravel for herself.
“Would you do the honors?” John asks, tapping the handle invitingly, before pulling back to continue staring at her.
He does that as lot, stare at her. Always has, even before they started seeing each other. Sometimes it feels like he knows her in a thousand different lives and realities, like he looks at her but he's seeing someone else who is also her, who she will grow into, perhaps. He is a timetraveller after all. Or is he?
There is a soft smile playing at his lips, the kind he reserves for her and Donna and Rose and Mel.
“Don't mind if I do, honey.”
She tries to put on a brave face – she is just opening a door after all, nevermind what that might change between John and her – but she can't quite hold back the jitters in her voice. John seems to notice, because right away he is streching out his hand towards her, fingers wiggling back and forth, eyebrows raised in question. She accepts the hand gladly, palm sliding against his calloused skin – he spends way too much time in his tinkering shed, cooking up a present or other for her (or Rose). Still, the pressure is reassuring and now she is pushing open the door, slowly.
She knows immediately. It's hard to miss a 'bigger on the inside' spaceship, but she knows at first glance on the white floor and walls that this is her. Awestruck, she steps inside, John following behind her. It's like the air is buzzing with time, but maybe those are just her nerves, flaring up at the realisation that she has actually found him. The Doctor. She had known, of course, but having the confirmation, finally – frankly, it is dizzying.
“Hello” Mels breathes and the TARDIS hums in response, a sound that goes through her body and into her mind. It feels like coming home.
John is pressing her hand again. “Are you okay?”
He's standing very close, she can feel his breath on her skin. So close. So vulnerable.
It's John, she tells herself. That's all that matters, that's all she has to know. Just John, her friend, her love, who is stupid enough to try and keep the Doctor safe from her and yet is trusting her with this knowledge now. Well, he doesn't know that she's out to get the Doctor, does he? Because he isn't him.
She turns around to him and again he is watching her, all caring eyes and adoring smile. No trace of fear. And why would there be?
“Perfectly” she lies, smiling back, and his own grin grows, showing his teeth.
“Come on!” he beams. “You've got to check out the coffee machine!”
“Your - This ship has a coffee machine?” she laughs, letting him pull her over to the console.
“The best coffee machine in the universe” he boasts, startling when he already finds a cup waiting. He picks it up, sniffing carefully, before plunging his tongue into the scalding hot contents. He winces, pulls a face and hands the cup to Mels, shaking his head, huffing and puffing.
“It's for you” he says and the words sound airy as he's trying to cool his burnt tongue. Mels bites back a grin, taking the cup. He shakes himself violently.
“Triple macchiato with a pinch of cinnamon” he coughs. “I don't understand how you gulp that stuff down.”
“You mean without a bucket of sugar to go with it?” she teases and he glares.
“Careful, love” he then warns, belatedly. “It's hot.”
“Yeah, dear” she deadpans. “I noticed.”
She blows onto the cup, looking around the console in wonder. He passes behind her, lightly touching between her shoulder blades.
“Be careful not to spill onto the console either” he mutters. “Or we could end up Rassilon-knows-where.”
She raises an eyebrow at the haunted look in his eyes. “That sounds like you've got experience.”
He huffs. “Don't remind me.”
She chuckles, taking a small gulp of the coffee. It tastes heavenly. She can definitely see John's clumsy self spilling coffee onto the console and jettisonning the Doctor far out into space. The Doctor was probably livid with him. Mels wish she could have been there to laugh at John and then hurt the Doctor for shouting at him. No one but Mels (or Donna) gets to be cross with John on her watch. Sylvia is on thin ice and only because she annoyingly tends to be right.
“So” John call out at her, putting a hand onto the engine lever. Mels doesn't know how she knows it is the engine lever but she is dead certain and it sends her stomach down to her knees to see John in a position ready to start the ship. Can he fly the TARDIS? “Where are we going?”
“The Doctor lets you fly the TARDIS?” she blurts out and he grins.
“Sometimes” he confirms. “If I'm good.”
Mels blinks. This is getting into dangerous territory. The Doctor is the only one who knows how to fly the TARDIS, isn't he? That's what they all say? So how does John-? No, she is not thinking about that.
Oblivious to her inner turmoil, John winks at her again. “Want me to show you how?”
She forces a smile, putting down the coffee cup and meeting her – very human, very much not the Doctor – friend. “I'd love that.”
“Come on then!” he gently guides her towards the lever, steady arms wrapping around her to help her along.
“John” she says softly, fingers grabbing tightly around the cold metal on the lever, not daring to start the engine yet.
“Yes, Mels?”
He is right behind her and she leans back, craving his embrace more than ever.
“You know I will have to kill you some day?” she asks and he goes still.
Then he hums in confirmation, low and contemplative, before tenderly pulling her against him with one arm, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“Anything you want, sweetie” he promises like she had asked him whether they could adopt a pet and not told him of her plans to murder him. “But not before we've seen the stars!”
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relicsongmel · 2 months
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In a perfect world Franziska von Karma would be 5'10
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