#tbh just cant stop thinking about the terror

[representative-democracy]

Henry Peglar is fine, hes just a bit eepy sleepy.

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#been thinking a lot about how the officers would die instantly in modern life #but all of the able seamen/non officers would thrive but also have the craziest group chats #tbh just cant stop thinking about the terror #the terror #the terror amc #francis crozier #james fitzjames #fitzier #cornelius hickey #billy gibson #edward little #thomas blanky #harry goodsir #silna #goodsilna #henry peglar #bridglar #cold boys #the terror shitposting

[amhrosina]

It's Always Been You

Summary: You and Miguel are forced to confront your feelings for one another after a dangerous mission goes awry.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man 2099) x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

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a/n: i cannot stop thinking about this man ohmygod anyways im overwhelmed by the love being shown for my other miguel fic and cant wait to add more to this community!!! thank you!!! (should i do a part two with smut? like friends to lovers first time?? lemme know <;3)

warnings: friends to lovers, arguing, some angst, love confessions!!!!!, reader calls miguel a name, idiots in love tbh, references to a dangerous situation (but no details i kept it super vague lol), starts to get a little suggestive at the end but is like 99% fluff

Miguel was ignoring you. Not in the usual, self-brooding, grumpy way he sometimes did when he was having a bad day, but in the way that told you he was furious with you. Anger had been radiating off of him in waves since your chaotic return to Nueva York a few hours earlier, and you, along with every other Spider-person at headquarters, was avoiding his workspace like the plague. It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to console him, but you knew, probably better than anyone, that when Miguel wanted to brood, he would. You would try again later, and eventually you’d make him laugh, and the world would right itself again. It always did.

Spider-Woman huffed, plopping into the seat next to yours in the cafeteria, slamming her tray down hard enough to knock your tablet on its side. Clearly, she was upset about something. 

“Is everyone pissed off today?” You asked indignantly.

She glared at you, shoving a bite of sandwich in her mouth before answering.

“Miguel’s being pissy.” She glared at you. “And it’s your fault.”

“I can’t imagine why. We got the guy, didn’t we?” 

“We both know what you did was reckless.” Her glare intensified, and your annoyance shifted to guilt. It was a reckless move, but it worked. 

“He was being torn to shreds. I did what any of us would’ve done. If he has a problem, he can come talk to me about it instead of hiding from all of us like a teenager.”

Her gaze softened. “He has a lot on his plate.”

“So?” You combatted, annoyed all over again.

“So, I think maybe what happened today scared him, and he doesn’t know how to process his feelings about it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged, refusing to meet her gaze.

“You’re his best friend, and he almost lost you today. Go talk to him.” She suggested, patting your shoulder. “I think it’ll do everyone some good. And I do mean everyone. He’s scary when he’s mad.”

You shrugged her off, finishing your dinner in silence. If Miguel was so pissed, why couldn’t he come talk to you about it? Why, after years of knowing each other, were you still the one approaching him with an apology? Why couldn’t he just say what he meant for once?

But of course, after you finished your dinner and realized, hopelessly, that the only person you wanted to see was, in fact, Miguel, you huffed and began the trek to his office, where you knew he’d still be brooding.

The tension in the building had lessened after many of the spider-people had returned to their own universes, glad to get away from the uncomfortable elephant in the room, but that didn’t stop your stomach from clenching when you rounded the corner into Miguel’s dim, untidy workspace.

He was hunched over his desk, scribbling something down on a piece of paper. From your position, you had a clear view of the damage that had been done to his back earlier that day. You winced, thinking back to the few seconds of absolute terror you’d experienced when you’d seen the anomaly tearing into Miguel’s skin. The claw marks had already healed a little, now just raw, nasty looking scratches down the curve of his spine. 

He turned at the sound of your footsteps, though he had likely heard you coming since you stepped foot out of the cafeteria. Anger flickered in his cold gaze, but he was still here, decidedly not hiding from you, which was a good sign. You stepped into the workspace, setting the extra food you’d bought for him down before fully turning to face him.

“Hey.” You murmured. “Brought you some dinner.”

His gaze flicked from your awkward stance to the box of food on the table. “Thanks.”

Short. Blunt. To the point. You sighed.

“You’re still mad, then?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“Are you saying I shouldn’t be mad at the stunt you pulled today?” He glared, standing to his full height and towering over you.

“I’m saying you shouldn’t be mad at me for saving your life, asshole.” You looked up at him, refusing to back down.

“I had it under control. It was my anomaly to handle.” His nostrils flared with anger. 

You threw your hands up indignantly. “It was our anomaly to handle, and I handled it just fine! In case you don’t remember, I was good enough at handling myself to be recruited by you for this stupid team!”

“What you did was incredibly stupid. The anomaly could have killed you. Don’t you get that?”

“The anomaly was killing you. I did what I thought was best-”

“Exactly. You did what you thought was best and didn’t think once about the team. You risked an entire universe to show off!” He cut you off, slamming his hands on the desk on either side of you, effectively cornering you.

Your voices had risen considerably since your initial arrival, and you were now inches apart, screaming at each other.

“To show off?” You pushed at his enormous chest, vision blurred with a mixture of tears and anger. “I risked an entire universe to protect you, you asshole! Everything I do is to protect you.”

He grabbed your wrists, easily stopping your arms from pushing him again. 

“You could have died.” He grunted, squeezing your wrists.

“Why do you even care, Miguel? The anomaly was taken care of, just like it always is. We’ll go take care of another one tomorrow, just like we always do.”

“Because I love you, obviously!” He yelled, releasing his grip on you and taking a full step backwards. Stunned into silence, neither of you said anything for a full ten seconds. He began pacing in front of you, hands on his hips, breathing heavily as the magnitude of what he’d just revealed fully hit him. He paused when he heard you sniffle, and began speaking.

“I love you. Can’t you see that?” He asked, stepping close to you. Tears welled in your eyes, and you couldn’t bear to look up at him for fear that it might be a dream, or worse, a cruel trick of his. “I care because I love you, and I almost lost you. I-” he swallowed thickly, “I almost lost it when I realized what you were doing. And when we couldn’t find you after? That was the worst thirty seconds of my life.” He shook his head, clearing the thoughts from his mind. “I can’t lose you. Do you understand that? You’re mine. I can’t lose you, baby.”

You finally lifted your chin, meeting his gaze. He tentatively cradled your cheeks, wiping away the stray tears that had snuck down your face during his speech. 

“I love you, too.” You murmured, nuzzling into his palm. “But you can’t expect me to just watch while you’re being torn to shreds. I had to do something.”

He nodded, though it clearly pained him to agree with you about it. “I know. And I know you can handle yourself. I’m sorry for getting so angry, but you have to understand that your safety is the most important thing to me when we go chasing after anomalies. And I know that it should be saving the universes that we’re in, but it’s not. It’s you, and it’s always been you. Don’t ask me to change that. It will always be you.”

You blinked up at him in stunned silence, nodding. You couldn’t remember when your feelings for Miguel had shifted to something beyond friendly, but you’d never before allowed yourself the fantasy of him loving you in return. It was something you’d come to terms with months ago, accepting that you’d never get to hold him the way he deserved to be held. But now he was standing with you, holding you, begging you to understand that all of his anger has been out of pure, unselfish love for you. 

“I won’t ask you to change that.” You conceded, a small grin forming on your face, “As long as you promise to at least try to stay out of harm’s way.”

“I promise, but you know harm seems to seek me out no matter what.” His grin mirrored the one on your face. He shifted his head down, stopping only centimeters away from your lips. “If I asked you to kiss me right now, would you?”

“That depends.” You breathed, heart thundering in your chest. “Are you going to be this dramatic every time I save your ass, O’Hara?”

He chuckled, cradling your head in his massive hands. “Maybe. Yes. Definitely.”

You shrugged, nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay?” He asked, eyes flicking between your gaze and your lips.

“Okay.” You bobbed your head once and then leaned in.

He captured your lips in an earth-shattering kiss, exploring every inch of what you offered to him eagerly. His hands roamed the length of your body, pulling you fully against his heated skin. You melted into him, pliable to his every whim and desire, going exactly where he wanted you to go, doing exactly what he wanted you to do. Heat coiled in your entire body, poised to erupt at the slightest touch he offered. You reached forward, tugging at the material around his waist. If he wasn’t inside of you soon, you thought you might explode. His hands wandered below your waistband, too, eager to please.

A loud clunking sound from around the corner had you springing apart, panting, overheated, and completely high off one another’s touch. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed to be seen kissing Miguel. In fact, you were planning on kissing him at every moment possible, if he’d let you. It was the fact that you’d very nearly allowed him to strip you naked and have his way with you in his very public office. He seemed to be thinking the same thing, coming to his senses and adjusting the uncomfortable looking bulge in his pants as the sound of footsteps grew nearer.

“Miguel, you’re going to be in an even worse mood if you don’t just go talk to her. I mean, really, you’re both acting like idiots and clearly love each oth- oh!”

Spider-Woman came into view, waving her hands frantically and then doing her very best to hide the smile growing on her face. You shifted your feet awkwardly, trying your best to look like you hadn’t had Miguel’s tongue shoved down your throat ten seconds earlier. Miguel, as stoic and unperturbed as ever, had simply bent down and returned to scribbling on the paper from earlier, which made you involuntarily scowl. He always looked so cool. It was annoying.

“Am I…interrupting something?” Spider-Woman asked, smirking. Clearly, you weren’t doing a great job hiding anything from her. 

“What was that you were saying when you came in? Something about my mood?” Miguel asked, lifting his gaze to hers.

“Oh, nothing!” She grinned, turning on her heels and leaving the room as fast as she had entered it.

Miguel looked at you, suddenly shy now that you were alone together again. “Wanna bet how long it’ll be before she spills the beans to someone about us?”

You barked a laugh. “I’ll give you my entire paycheck if she hasn’t announced it to someone already.” 

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[gabessquishytum]

that person with the ABO true mates thing has the right idea tbh. on a similar note, imagine instead dream is the 3rd child of some important medieval noble family. he's resigned to live a life of boring diplomacy and living in his father's shadow and probably being married off for some political alliance (he is the 2nd son but he's also the 3rd child and imo death is generally a lot more well prepared for anything he might have thrown his way as the "spare" but we already knew that)

but one day dream and some of his family are in the town square, perhaps returning from a long journey. they maybe were off trying to negotiate a deal for dream's hand in marriage, but dream was so miserable about it that the talks were useless and everyones coming home upset. theres a lot of people around and its generally very busy, so it isn't very surprising that dream brushes shoulders with some stranger, but before he gets the chance to tell him off for it since he is still a bratty little prince, he gets thrown into a full blown heat. like, falls to the ground, clawing to get his clothes off because theyre too much, panting because he cant catch his breath type. (i personally am a huge sucker for bottom dream regardless of whether he doms or not, but after seeing an ask about househusband/alpha!hob i really cant get the idea of dom bottom omega dream and service top submissive alpha hob out of my head)

anyway, he gets back home just fine to wait out his heat, and as soon as he's done he's hell bent on finding whoever it was that sent him into that. night would probably want him to go find whoever it was (thinking of night in overture making a whole pocket dimension for dream and a lover), but maybe time would want to still get a political alliance out of this. he ends up doing some cinderella type thing to find hob back and he's so in love he conveniently ignores that hob is a mercenary/thief/sword for hire/bounty hunter/whatever and has probably most definitely also stolen from dreams family before. besides, who cares about a little bit of money when you can order your new alpha mate to fuck you halfway to hell and back? all im gonna say is they have NOTHING to worry about when it comes to heirs

-🖋

I see submissive alpha hob? I go feral. Literally this whole thing is GOLD.

I’m imagining after his heat, Dream uses his status (maybe with Night’s help if she’s in a good mood) to summon all the unmated alphas in town to his family’s home, and has them all walk past him while he smells every single one. Hob literally only showed up for the opportunity to steal some stuff from the place, so imagine his shock when little lordling Dream pounces on him and declares that they are true mates!! Hob obviously isn’t mad about it because Dream is the prettiest little darling he’s ever seen… he’s also an absolute terror, spends half his time snarling and the other half sulking. Hob loves it, loves him within about an hour (especially when Dream drags him off and takes his knot in a store cupboard - they’re not even married! the scandal is delicious!).

Dream is insatiable, but Hob is more than able to keep up. Hob doesn’t give a shit about manners or being respectable, and he’ll gladly join Dream in skipping out on diplomatic dinners and other dull things. The “honeymoon phase” doesn’t show any sign of stopping after a year of being mated - Dream rarely shows his face outside of their bedroom before noon, because he’s busy. It’s a good thing that Hob has access to high quality food now, because otherwise he’d be dropping a lot of weight with all the strenuous activity Dream expects from him.

Dream’s family aren’t best pleased with the match, but even they can’t stand in the way of true mates, and Dream is only the third child so it isn’t the end of the world. At least Hob keeps Dream out of trouble and full of pups.

#🖋 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse

[gendrie]

arya vi

the first 2 paragraphs establish that arya is afraid like never before. she is trapped inside a building watching people be tortured and killed for 8 straight days. 

"there was no place to hide, no tricks to play, no way to be safe" a recurring sentiment in this one like theres just nothing to do! you cant be clever or brave or optimistic. its just pure terror. thats the true war experience. 

grrm is weirdly vague about the torture itself? like he never describes what the tickler is doing? i wonder if he had been more graphic that there’d be a greater appreciation for what arya endured? probably not but i do wonder 

"the lannisters had taken everything: father, friends, home, hope, courage" underrated quote 

"most were women and children" she watched them kill a 3 yr old and his mother. she watched them gang rape women and behead one who tried to fight back. its so crazy when people try to frame this part of her storyline as like? a harmless camping trip......genuinely crazy. this is the most brutal storyline in asoiaf. so many takes re: arya are just callous as fuck considering the things she saw.

this chap makes the bwb seem like flops which i guess they are lol but still

its so bleak out here that we're missing aerys

its a literal death march

"but she'd come to know them all" she didnt pick the names at random. 

theres no violent intent attached to the prayer when she starts either - just hatred. its the only way she can cope with whats happening. 

the self hatred and the guilt that arya feels are whats hurting her the most. its killing her to have to watch these atrocities and be powerless to stop them. she needs to forgive herself. 

winterfell is teeny tiny compared to harrenhal

weasel is the first alias arya chooses for herself

harra and amabel suck tbh

first and last words of this chap are "fear" which says it all. arya is literally trapped within it

daenerys ii

kinda jarring to go from that directly to the city where everything is bright and colorful and everybodys tits are out

dany thinks of herself as jorah's "cub" which would be cute if he wasnt such a creep

xaro xhoan daxos got moneyyy how is he so rich that he makes illyrio look poor tho

"the floors were green marble" im moving in

xaro is all flattery about dany's beauty but she realizes its the dragons all will want to see

quiathe said "beware" and left like thanks for the wisdom queen!

nice detail that dany sends her women to check out the places where the men are forbidden

whenever dany thinks about ned i hear arya going: my father had honor!

dany is filled with self doubt but in the end said i will sit the iron throne and i dont give a fuck who knows it. bobby b’s death emboldened her for the moment 

bran iv

the reeds have already become bran's "constant companions" and he’s laughing/playing. love this for him

no knights no master at arms no maester @ greywater its just howland chillaxing

jojen already knows hes going to die and meera is in denial

the reeds really know whats up. bloodraven sent them to break bran's chains.

"with three you could see my heart" he saw arya's in his coma dream

bran is not happy to hear he has godlike powers

shaggy sensed an opportunity to maul and came running

i love how hodor was the only one who could get the wolves to back down

im on team magic stays in the end. 

#asoiaf reread #that arya chap is the most distressing in the entire series imo #just a level of brutality and powerlessness that isnt seen anywhere else

[harukirai]

I'm not sure what to say about your situation, but I hope that you're safe and that everything goes well for you. Is there anyone you can reach out to for help?

My roomate's parents took me in for the first month until our building finished fixing the bomb shelter to be wheelchair friendly, (thats one of the reason i was offline cause they live in a place with wifi that bearly works and limited data reception).

Tbh i cant really go anywhere cause my jewish side is native to israel, and my other option is japan, but bec i was in midst treatment for nerval damage and how disability aid works here, i cant really go anywhere or fly anywhere cause ill loose all my 'perks'(stuff i need to get by like special equipment and meds)

(and i cant function without the use of cannabis and in japan if i didnt get my prescription there its tricky to even get into the country, even if i have a citizenship)

So im bound to stay here unless a miracle will happen and the pains will stop(also i have a rare condition that can only be treated at sheba which is in tel aviv one of the most bombed areas besides the south)

I got back to my apartment a week ago and im still processing all the stuff thats going on in social media, even tumblr became very hostile and i think its for best ill just take a break from the internet.

Im trying to stay out of the politics of it online because the rise of antisemetism& out right fake news is scary to watch, the miss info and even justification of terrorism going on especially in the queer community which i AM part of, is quite disgusting. Maybe its bec i live here, and speak both hebrew and arabic and ive seen stuff i wish i could just delete from my brain- but the outright denial of october 7 is dangerous for both sides.

(also maybe its bec tumbler is suggesting things by region but the amount of antisemetism, fake propaganda and lies on my feed just makes me want to delete tumblr all together so i think that ill take a break from the internet for now until it will feel like the escapism it should be.

[bi-demon-ium]

S2 FINALE LIVEBLOG

lmao this is the same clip from the weird cheesy supervillain sitcom as last time. i don’t know why i remember the sandals joke but i did

ANYWAY

im so nervous and anxious man im shaking like a chihuahua

absolutely fucking vibrating

i feel like im gonna THROW UP

anxiety and terror aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

IT HASN’T EVEN STARTED YET AND I FEEL LIKE I MDYING

ohhh here it goes here it goes oh fuck

FEAR FEAR FEAR

AAAAAAA

ah its day now

dfgjdlkfgjdfg hand tree ghkjfgfh

“im. having feelings” yeah girl that happens

“this is the safe house?” “potentially.”

god what are her family gonna be like

it’s so weird they fave her a family

oh my god this is so weird already

mr benedict’s reaction dglkjhflgkjhgh

DGH;KLFJGHGH “HELLO. NUMBER”

so number is her canonical first birth name?????????

HILARIOUS

and unfortunate

“madame chops”

her brother “one”????????

what the fuck

I don’t know how I feel about that tbh

I don’t necessarily hate it but I don’t know if I like it either

JACKSON AND JILLSON IN THE BACKD LFKGJDFG

AND JEFFERS DFLKGJDLFG

“approved”

“I do think evil is a bit overexuberant”

oh mr benedict and the others all immediately talking her up ldkgjdg

“nice to see my sister is finally sustaining friendships”

“YOU’RE THE YOUNGEST” DLGKJLKHGJFGLHKJFGHKJ ONE IS THE YOUNGEST?! GIRL

“go dark” that’s a horrifying way to put it thank you

“I am gaining. SO MUCH understanding” dlfkgjdflkgjdfgkj

ohhh miss perumal and reynie

“mr benedict is convinced he can reach them” “of course he’s going to say that. he’s happy”

“I don’t see how talking to dr curtain is going to stop him” ohhh from coming from reynie

“he’s the bad guy, but mr benedict wants to save him” OHH

“maybe we have to save the bad guy, if we can. maybe that’s the only way to really win” OHHHH

lkdjfglkdjfg curtain lmao

the visible “what the fuck”

GIRL HYPOCRITE

YOU LITERALLY ALSO KIDNAPPED HIM LMAO

CURTAIN YOU’VE TRIED TO KIDNAP HIM MULTIPLE TIMES

“it helped YOU”

“people are going blank” “you’re in denial” “it’s still about control for you”

MR BENEDICTS FUCKING EXPRESSION WHEN HE IMMEDIATELY CLOCKS WHERE THEY ARE I LVOE THIM<3

CURTAIN’S ALREADY NOTICED oh god oh god oh god

“how long has it been like that” OH NO

OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO

OH GOD

NO ALREADY? FUCK

FUFKC FUCK FUCK

BUT GOD CURTAIN WA SACTUALLY IMMEDAITELY PANICKING HE WAS CONCERNED OH GOD OH FUCK

FUCK IM FREAKING OUT MAN IM FUCKING LOSING IT

NOT NOW, THEME SONG! PISS OFF!

please my heart is pounding

“have you adopted any of those children”

oh that comment about the orphans im biting number two’s mom

im half waiting for curtain to just come booking it down the stairs panicking ldkgjfgdfgdhh

“weird swinging pattern”

i hate number two’s mom<3

a prison of spare bedrooms

ohh rhonda!

im also biting one.

commercial break. ogugughhh but WHERE ARE THE TWINS

like I care about all this other stuff but im way too anxious about whats up with mr benedict please

I cannot emphasize enough I am Literally shaking

not hyperbolically. literally.

yooo im so scared oghohfhgfghhhhh

oh curtain is freaking out

OHHH OH NO

“I NEED YOU TO WAKE UP. WAKE UP!” FUCK

it is a bit fast but I don’t think he’d be faking it? I mean maybe but

hmhmmgnghhhhh he was rubbing his neck when no one was watching so probably not right?

and constance is probably not far behind oh god

“and im completely fine with that” why do I feel like she isn’t . normally anyway

THE WAY HE SAYS THE JIGSAW PUZZLE THING IS SO FUNNY FOR SOME REASON

also how come they were like “we need everyone” and yet no one’s checked in on mr benedict yet

even briefly to see what’s up

I mean I guess they think he and his brother are hashing up but not even checking??

OHHH IM LOSING IT

“PLEASE, PLEASE I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO” “YOU WERE RIGHT” OHHH IF I CONVINCED YOU IT WAS GOOD THEN YOU WOULD THINK I WAS GOOD OH HYOU HAVE TO FIXC TUHS ISSRGLIDKFJGDFLKGJDFG I CANT EVEN OH MY GOD HOHI USGRSFDFGES CRYINHDFGIL OVEHGLKIJBRGFDKJGKHJFGLKHJFGHJ

HUGGGG

that was a dirty trick but it worked

not sure how that will go

this song! slaps!

ah lumberjack action

also no hope for Jackson and jillson working with them at this point I think

JSACKSON AND JILLSON CONTINUE TO BE ICONS

SO IT WORKED? IT WORKED THE WHOLE TIME

ALSO hey nicholas? say I love you back. now.

I love you but curtain needs to hear I think.

“im sorry.” “for what?” “the blow dart. I know it hurt.”

oh that is a lot of greys

JILLSON IN THE SLING I DIDN’T NOTICE THAT BEFORE

dlkfgjldkgj the war cries<3

rolllll credits

“this is my home” oh. kay

curtain?????????????

oh that’s . hm. a weird thing to say out loud?

hmmm this is.

cheesy. a bit forced.

but also I love ut. but also I don’t. but also I do. but also I don’t

also curtain do you REALLY think it’s that easy

you can’t just be like “anyway I quit. bye”

JACKSON AND JILLSON….OH.

oh …. that angle. from above. that. what the fuck.

and separated from jillson??? that’s. weird

not bad just weird

LDKJGLKDJFGLKJDFG THEY’RE JUST GONNA KEEP GOING

“YOUR PHILISOPHY WIOLL LIVE ON! EVEN WITHOUT YOU!” “don’t want it to”

“IM JUST NOT CLEVER WITH WORDS :(“

“are you handy” “I don’t understand the question”

uh oh shes already gone hasn’t she

oh god

that’s not good

“no WE’LL fix it” right? YRSGKJHG YEAH

fuck !!!!!!!!!!!!

OKAY see on one hadn this thing with curtain’s redemption here feels. kind of forced as hell. but also consider I love it. but also I am conflicred. but also I lveo it flgkhjfgkhjfgh

also WHERE THE FUCK IS SQ LMAO???

very last scene it’s just curtain sipping tea with nicholas then going “….oh I should probably go get sq, huh?” and mr benedicts like “who” and then curtains face makes a visibly oh wait, fuck face and then theme song

night at the museum commercial? dlkfgjdfg???? rami malek or bust.

THE SRTEAMS FREEZING NOOOO

okay just during commercials. for now.

NOOO ITS DOINGI T AGAIN

if this interrupts the actual episode I’ll cry real tears

“A FATAL ERROR OCCURRED”?????? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, STREAM?

NO YOU’VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME

ITS CUTTING OFF WHAT THE UFCK

okay okay it restarted but its still pausing and its mid episode so ive missed something

but. I don’t think much

WELL THERE ARE WORSE THINGS

“there has to be a similar fix” “what if there isn’t”

wait. are you fucking kidding me. the joke fic idea I had about “a moment of true happiness fixes them” is real??????

why don’t I ever publish my amazing predictions now I sound like a liar

“as the three people she cares most about in this world” ouch

ohh but he says “you’re the ones who make her happy” with such confidence like it’s obvious

STICKY. BITCH

extremely funny that kate’s was actually really touching and sticky was like WHAT ARE YOU DOING but sticky is just like remember that time you exploded something with your mind? good times

BULLY EACH OTHER

I NEED YOU ALL TO RELENTLESSLY BULLY EACH OTHERLKFGJKGJFGHFGH

oh no okay get her to insult them

the idea that he’s just like. what if we made her soooooo need to mock us

I mean she has broken through with mockery before

also curtain’s expression in response to this

I know this isn’t going to happen but I desperately need mr benedict to kiss her forehead

ITS THAT ITS NOT TIED TO ANY EMOTIONAL NEED KJDLGKLGJ

AGGRESSIVELY RECITING POETRY

MR BENEDICT NO PLEASE

and curtain’s “oh god face”

THE SWEATER VEST SAVES THE DAY

“I’D RATHER BE IN A COMA THAN LISTEN TO THIS”

miss perumal and mr benedict hug is not the one I saw coming??????????

okay fair enough

so what the FUCK is going to happen with curtain now

are jeffers, jackson, and jillson are the main bads of s3? possibly also garrison?

totally off the books then but honestly im good with that

“other home” :)

“back to the compound” “oh yes”

oh right because he’s going to. undo it. wow. okay

DLKGFJKGDH HUG<333

of course there’s also the chance that curtain is in fact lying

manipulating him in some way

still going to be the next season’s villain

which would actually be extremely heart wrenching

“well I think I lost a bit of perspective on this one” yeah no shit. I love you so much

leadership role <33

“is this something im invited to” “no” funny but ouch

oh sticky and reynie conversation<3

“ive got two places” like number two!!!!

just waiting for the ominous stinger.

unless they aren’t planning for a season three but they did leave some loose ends so

and still no sq

FIVE WEEKS

dlkgjdlfkgj

THE LUMBERJACK CUP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

loggerheads, excuse me

ohhh letters from sticky<333333

parallels to episode one <33

AND LETTERS FRO MTHE OTHERS TOO

milligan took the alapaca dlkfgjdfg lmao

okay they just have an alapaca now

ohhh little doodles!! is this constance’s?

I LOVE YOU CONSTANCE

THAT’S IT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH CONSTANCE LKFJGFGJH

“for another sweater” <33

is she going to finally admit he’s her dad ????????

ohhhh shes asking about where she comes from….. ohhhh…..

“oh id be happy”

WAIT WHAT?

HE’S CANONICALLY 51? BIUT THAT DOESN’T

WHAT

CURTAINS JOINING THE SOCIETY????? IOS THAT ALLOWED

EXCUSE ME

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE UFCK WHAT THE UFCK???????

excuse me??? ARE YOU FUCKING “EURUS HOLMES”ING US?????????????? BITCH?????????????????????????????????????

#mbs liveblog #the mysterious benedict society #mbs disney #mbs #tmbs #mysterious benedict society #HOLY FUCK? #mbs spoilers

[spearxwind]

Also, here is two moments from a dream I had yesterday featuring the eel bastard himself. I drew thumbnails bc I needed to draw out what I saw/experienced before I forgot, It was very intense, no one is allowed to say that he’s not scary ever again because I experienced it firsthand and I can tell you it’s fucking terrifying (more info in tags). 

Also I died to him twice

#it wasnt a nightmare or anything it was just outright fucking cool as hell #the second bit was straight up out of a horror movie too he like. made it clear he was talking to me and hiding had been for nothing #and suddenly he peeks his head into the place #looks directly at me. and bites into my leg to drag me out. it was INTENSE. #also my dream was in HD because i distinctly remember not seeing him from where i was but he was so big that i FELT HIM THERE #like. the AIR DISPLACEMENT yknow. INSANE STUFF #oh also. i never really dream about my ocs at all. and when i see him at first i was half lucid so i was like OMG OMG I GET TO SEE MY BOY!!! #and then. he comes out of the water and like. eats a person. just bites them in fucking half. and my heart immediately sank from terror #like. my instinct just started screaming 'if you dont hide you are going to fucking die' #what a cool dream tbh i cant stop thinking about it #dream diary #talas #windyart #just a scribble #unrelated but i died three times in my dream the latter two were due to him but the first time i died was because of a violent explosion #eel talas

[flufflecat]

rank the tma entities from favorite to least favorite! that's the first distracting thing I could think of <3

(ive been thinking very hard about my answer for like 3 days now fjkfdlsa thank you so much for this ask. also this is apparently going to be very long, so sorry about this yall)

ok so top to bottom, fav down to least fav:

CORRUPTION - i hate the corruption with my entire being, but i think its legally required to be my fav bc its My entity and i love bugs and fungi and such so very much. this dumb stupid entity just suits me in every possible way, and it makes me soooo mad. its currently stink bug season and ive already found like 4 of them in my house and befriended them. i would definitely be a corruption avatar in TMA and just spend my time terrorizing random people with stink bugs and being like "uhmm, i dont see what you think im doing wrong?? my bugs are just having a good time and i think these people just need to learn to see the benefits of having bugs around??? i think youre being really judgy right now, and need to let me chill" and also i would take jane prentiss out back and bury her in a flower pot because EW stay away from me maggot lady 🤢 (and stop pretending to be worms, youre MAGGOTS!! worms dont deserve this slander) ((dont talk to me about phylogeny and the definition of worm, i do not care. jane prentiss doesnt deserve to be compared to the kind pink creature we most commonly depict as Worm))

STRANGER - theyre the entity i WANT to be an avatar of. would be number 1 if i wasnt forced to pledge loyalty to the corruption. theyve got like the whole aesthetic down perfectly. clowns, taxidermy, weird and offputting creatures, just like a normal guy but you dont want him around, fish i guess, mannequins. its IDEAL. i want to be nikola's friend soooo badly. i think the clown apocalypse wouldve been pretty fun and jon shouldve just let it happen.

SPIRAL - they're every gay persons dream, and i dont even know why we all love them so much. their category feels so broad and im not quite sure what im supposed to be scared of here. why are people scared of fractals again?? literally no idea. im not afraid of them in the slightest, but also all of my dreams have a really spiral-esque aesthetic and all take place in giant labyrinths of hotels and amusement parks and malls and whatever. i wanna submit an application to join their cause because of how dedicated i am to labyrinths. @ the distortion, please call me

FLESH - i just think jared hopworth is really funny, and the flesh is so hilarious to me because it just feels like the working class of entities. entity thats most likely to work a blue collar job and just be a normal person you can go fishing with. entity voted somehow strangest and also most normal. why do they have a meat pit. they amuse me to no end. like alright, have fun with your meat or whatever. im having a great time.

SLAUGHTER - idk why theyre so high up on the list, but idk i think i just love some good violence. the war aesthetic bores me, but they make up for it with their dedication to knives and stabbing. entity that is easiest to make a playlist for because you just have to pick edgy songs from early 2010s amvs. Grifters Bone was actually just playing "I Can't Decide" by the Scissor Sisters.

END - death is just like kinda fun tbh. simple, straightforward, down to earth kinda entity. people really liked connecting unus annus to the end so they instantly rise in the ranking for me. i would invite an end avatar to my house to bake a pie, which i cant really say is true for any other entity.

VAST - used to be higher on the list, but one of my ex-friends really liked them so now im legally required to form a grudge. their aesthetic is great and every vast avatar just seems like theyre having a genuinely good time! being their avatar would probably be the best option out of all of them, since all you have to do is throw some people off a building every now and then, and you can spend the rest of the time just flying around the upper atmosphere or chilling in the ocean. literally nothing about them scares me. the vast emptiness of unexplored depths/heights? thats cool as hell, and i would LOVE to be stuck at the bottom of the ocean. im obsessed with how large the universe is and how small we are. unfathomably large creatures? give me more!!! whales arent big enough, and i think the vast is right to want creatures so large that you cant even perceive them. i was so disappointed as a child when i found out that dinosaurs werent like 100 stories tall. if a shark the size of mount everest showed up at my house, that would be the greatest day of my life. anyway they would be number 4 but theyre 7 now because that friend ruined them. get rekt.

EYE - tbh i dont have much to say about the eye. theyre just sorta there for me. they get points bc the aesthetic is impeccable and everyone draws dope art, and also i own SO much eye themed clothing, but like. idk. theyre watching, i guess. sure, whatever. bonus points for ben meredith though.

HUNT - im surprised i dont like them more, but to me they just feel like a less edgy version of the slaughter. theyre slaughter's slightly more boring younger sibling. none of their avatars seem like theyre having a fun time, and they just dont seem like people i could get along with. like come onnnnn give it up for a bit and focus less on your stupid job, just go camping without making it about some lame Quest or something UGH. extra credit for having werewolves though, i do love werewolves.

BURIED - every time i take a "what entity are you" quiz it gives me the buried, so i have unfortunately developed a vendetta against them. just bc i like dirt doesnt make me a buried avatar!! i have nothing against them specifically, but they just arent Me. 2nd most down to earth avatar after the end (haha thats ironic ha ha), and i could definitely see myself easily being friends with their avatars bc they all seem like pretty normal people, but eh. just not my fav. they should be, but theyre not. sorry, buried

WEB - now i do love a good edgy manipulative character, but i just dont like the web. they seem soooooo self-aggrandizing and im like GEEEEZ can you chill for a second??? i know youre maaaasters of manipulation, but join the club, i can do that too. they have probably the most solid aesthetic out of the entities, with the puppet and spider thing being super cool, but they just dont do enough with it. every time the web does anything i just wanna roll my eyes and find someone less pompous to monologue at me

DESOLATION - i love fire. i love fire, and burning things, and arson, and you guys let me down. youre a cult and not even a fun one!! get over yourselves and just learn to have a good time!! way too obsessed with their pseudo-religious imagery. they need to take a page out of the vast's book and learn to just have a good time

LONELY - eh, they just dont appeal to me. feels like too genuine of a "fear" to be something i could enjoy. im not like afraid of loneliness, it just annoys and depresses me to experience. and i dont want to be stuck around someone who builds their entire brand on not having friends. go to therapy.

DARK - they take the cult thing that the desolation is so obsessed with, and then do an even worse job at it. was ANYONE in the dark having a good time, ever? you all could be so edgy, yet here you are just being downright depressing to interact with. get some hobbies.

EXTINCTION - i dont like them and they are impossible to make a playlist for. number stations are cool though.

CORRUPTION - theyre on here again. i hate you, corruption. stupid horrible worm maggot loser entity. does nothing useful and is terrible at everything. are any of OUR avatars having a good time? No, theyre not!! i dont wanna be stuck with these maggot idiots!! the big plan for world domination was "worm door"???? dear lord. im so ashamed to be involved with them.

#the magnus archives #tma #behold my analysis fjdkslfjdklsa #i spent so much time organizing my list #a whole 4 minutes at least #5 minutes at most #i am sorry to all the entities that ive disrespected </333 #you just arent for me #this was great. i had such a fun time making this list fjkslajfksla #ill never not be mad that im stuck with the maggot entity instead of the cool clown people ♨︎_♨︎ #jonny sims why couldnt you have assigned me the clowns. #why did you have to craft the corruption specifically to target Me #ok gnight fjdklsa #fluffle answers

[starlightkenobi]

Tear You Apart // Anakin x Reader

rating: explicit

warnings: dom anakin, light choking, light hair pulling, mostly just pining tbh

a/n: inspired by the song “tear you apart” by she wants revenge, i love this song and its always given me possessive ani vibes,,, LIKE U WANNA LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THAT THIS ISNT END OF ROTS ANAKIN BEFORE HE GETS BURNT ? YOU GONNA TRY ? YOU CANT !

also: this is the longest thing i have written for this account and i am pretty darn proud of it which is rare for me, so i hope yall enjoy !!! 💕

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Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right

At the right place and right time, maybe tonight

And the whisper or handshake sending a sign

Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind

Anakin’s mind ebbed and flowed with the tide of people wandering the room. He always hated these formal Jedi gatherings, usually coming up with some convoluted scheme to get out of attending. Not tonight though, Obi Wan was completely fed up with Anakin’s usual antics. His stern voice still haunted his ears, and remembering it filled him with remnants of dread.

He was so sick of all of it. The annoyingly forced casual conversations, the same people, same faces, even the same damn Jedi robes, save the few senators mingled into the room. All of the people faded into one dull energy, like a black hole draining Anakin’s energy and enthusiasm. He was sure that if he had to choose between this and death, he would pick death without hesitation.

That was, until he layed his eyes on you.

You walked with such presence, such grace, that it was impossible for someone to not notice you. Your robes hugged your figure and flattered you in a way that Anakin didn’t even know was possible. Your hair hung around your head, flowing around you and illuminating your features like a halo. Which was quite possible, Anakin thought, considering you might be an actual angel in the flesh.

Your flesh. Anakin pictured how soft it would be under his touch, the goosebumps that would arise after the cold touch of his metal hand. To touch real skin, to have that real contact...Anakin was touch starved to be sure. But now, he was ravenous, and you were the only meal he’d seen in years.

A voice in his mind screamed at him, a voice that was very stern and similar to Obi Wan’s disappointed father-like tone, if he thought about it. But he didn’t want to think about it, he wanted to ignore the raging thoughts that screamed, Listen to yourself, Anakin. Your being gross and creepy. Calm down.

Luckily, he didn’t need to ignore them. The second you turned around and yours eyes met, he was gone. Those thoughts were drowned out by even louder ones that told him to scoop you up right there, claim you as his, test the feeling of his lips on yours.

Your lips looked so soft, and even from this distance he could almost feel them pressing against his skin, see them falling open in a drawn out moan. And your eyes, sparkling like the stars in the clear skies of Naboo on a dark night. Deep and endless like the expanse of space that he so often saw while piloting his starfighter. Even still, they were flowing with a lifetime of emotion and soul that couldn’t be seen in all of the other Jedi in this room combined.

Emotion, pure and raw emotion. He always felt so wrong and alone, being emotional. Considering he had been told all of his life that emotions were not the Jedi way. But you, standing in front of him right now, were made of pure emotion and experience and feeling, something that could not be put into words, but only expressed.

Anakin’s heart stopped as he realized that you were actually standing right in front of him. In his trance, you noticed him staring and decided to approach him.

“Hi, I don’t believe we’ve met.” No flattery, no pointless and boring casual conversation. You cut right to the chase, and it intrigued him even more.

“We definitely haven’t, there’s no way I would forget meeting you.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lip, and your cheeks flushed. A lovely, tinted pink. “I’m Anakin. Skywalker.” He added his last name, hoping that you might recognize it.

“General Skywalker...I’ve heard tales of your escapades, and especially of your unusual war tactics.” Your blush begun to fade, but a light pink still remained. It was absolutely adorable, Anakin decided, and he wondered how flushed your face would get with his mouth trailing down your neck.

“Do my unusual tactics bother you?” Anakin asked, and he visibly appeared less tense then he did moments ago. You were so easy to talk to, and your force energy felt so soothing around him. He wanted to be enveloped in it. Maybe it was some circumstance of fate that he was forced to attend this gathering tonight. Maybe it was this same fate that brought him to you.

“Not at all. As a matter of fact, I’m intrigued.” You gave him your name, and reached your hand towards his, expecting him to shake it. However, the soft skin of your hand was too much of a temptation. As soon as he felt your touch, he pressed his lips gently to the back of your hand. Normaly, you would have been annoyed with the flirtatious advances of someone so early into meeting them. But this felt different, it felt new and strange and somehow, comforting.

Needless to say, you were completely drawn in and wanted more.

Late night, and passing, mention it flipped her

Best friend, who knows saying maybe it slipped

But the slip turns to terror and a crush to light

When she walked in, he froze up, believe its the fright

A deep breath of fresh air filled Anakin’s lungs as he stepped out onto the balcony. The crowds of people had been practically suffocating him, and to finally have some peace and quiet alone with the stars felt magical. Maybe this is what the Jedi mean when they say, “There is no emotion, there is peace.” Out here, with nothing but the endless black sky and the stars, Anakin did feel at peace. However, that didn’t stop the torrent of emotions swirling in his gut. So he figured that old, tired saying was bullshit anyways.

“Fancy seeing you out here.” He recognized it immediately. Your voice, like a serene melody, filled his ears. Immediately, he spun around, desperate to see your face again. This time, however, he felt nervous when he saw you. Afraid, even. So many thoughts were flooding his head all at once that it almost became to much.

“I...wasn’t expecting anyone to join me.” Ankain fumbled over his words, staggering to uphold his good impression on you.

“I can leave, if you’d prefer to be alone. I completely understand. These gatherings can get a bit...claustrophobic.” Your voice was softer now, and Anakin could tell that you were trying to mask the hurt in your tone. You would have turned around and walked away without a word, had he asked, but Anakin wouldn’t allow that. As soon as you turned to leave, he reached out toward your hand and took it in his own.

“No!” Anakin almost shouted, and even though he was afraid, he was ready to embrace any new and strange emotions if it meant getting to spend another moment with you. He steadied himself, preparing another sentence. “Your company is more than welcome.”

A smile tugged at your lips, reveling in his hand warming your now cool skin from the breeze. His hands were so much larger than yours, you noticed. Somehow, it made you feel safer, more comfortable. Anakin noticed and gripped your hand tighter.

Standing here, so close to you and in this lighting, he was finally able to see all of the fine detail in your eyes. The little speckles of color forming their own constellations in your galaxy. He could have sworn they were faintly glowing, each star producing its own aura of light.

You turned towards the sky, gazing up at it with all of the longing in the galaxy. Of course Anakin noticed it, he felt the same way about space. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Unconsciously, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear that had blown out of place from the wind. “Each little star feels like it has a life of its own, it’s own personality and feelings and emotions. I guess that’s why space has always called to me, the stars don’t judge.”

Anakin, still holding your hand, turned to the sky with you. “Yeah. I know exactly what you mean.”

Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak

And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak

An escape is just a nod and a casual wave

Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days

After that first night together, meeting at the Jedi gathering and talking for hours out on the balcony, the only thing Anakin had in his mind was you. Sure, maybe he was a little obsessed, but you gave him this feeling, something that he had never really felt before. He had felt love before, for his mother and even for Obi Wan, so he knew what that felt like. Maybe, he felt that for you too.

But he felt something else as well, something new and strange. Lust, perhaps, but Anakin wasn’t ready to deal with that yet. Right now, Anakin was perfectly content with the secret meetings around the temple, the constant excuses just to get out of some task and see each other, the longing gazes, the phantom touches.

For a while, it was heaven. It was new and exciting and absolutely perfect. But this went on for days, weeks, and now almost two months. He craved feeling your touch in a way that the council would disapprove of. He wanted to break all of the rules, destroy all of the boundaries set by the Jedi, and he wanted to do it for you.

But he was patient, when he needed to be. If he had learned anything from Obi Wan, it was at least that. So he would wait until you made the first “not strictly platonic Jedi pals” move. He would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, or do something that you weren’t ready for. Maybe you hadn’t even considered breaking the rules, maybe you felt nothing for him. Deep down, Anakin knew this wasn’t true, he sensed your mutual feelings for him all the way back on the day you first met, and every day since.

Still, for you, Anakin would wait a lifetime.

It's only just a crush, it'll go away

It's just like all the others it'll go away

Or maybe this is danger and he just don't know

You pray it all away but it continues to grow

Anakin was struggling. Obi Wan sensed it, you sensed it, practically the whole council sensed it. But no one knew why. No one except him.

Anakin tried meditation, he tried training, he tried joy rides in his starfighter, he even tried sneaking off to a cantina. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. It became a festering sore in the back of his mind, growing and growing with each passing day. It was getting out of hand, and he understood this. And it was frustrating as hell.

But it also felt so damn good to picture your body splayed out underneath him. He wanted to make you feel good. He needed to make you feel good. He owed that to you at least, for giving him this never ending sense of joy and content when he was around you. He did love you, and could say that with certainty now. And when it comes to love, you would do anything for the other person. That’s what Anakin believed, at least. He just needed to wait a little longer, wait until you confessed your feelings and pressed your lips to his. His waited a lifetime to find someone like you, he can wait a little longer.

But even the most patient person needs to relieve the tension a little bit sometimes.

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, and close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

Anakin’s hands dragged up your body, gripping your skin tight enough to leave bruises. You felt so perfect around him, moaning and whimpering and begging for more.

At least, that’s what he hoped you would be doing in this situation. His hands weren’t even really on your body at all. One was fisted in the sheets while the other stroked up and down on his stiff cock. He had been at this for a little bit by now, and was already so close to the edge. He just needed your voice, your perfect voice, telling him how good he felt inside of you to send him over.

“A-Ani...you feel...s-so good, you make me feel so good!”

He could almost hear you, if he tried hard enough.

I want to hold you close

Soft breasts, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

Streaks of hot cum painted his chest and hand, some even reaching up to touch his chin. His chest heaved, the last images of your body flooding his head. Your breasts painted with his cum was an image he wanted to keep with him, one that he hoped to recreate some day.

It was criminal, the things you did to him. He could only hope that you were feeling like this now too. Still panting and in his post orgasm haze, he closed his eyes and whispered aloud. He called out to you through the force, hoping that somehow you would hear him whisper,

“I want to fucking tear you apart.”

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Then he walked up and told her, thinking that he'd passed

And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance

Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there

Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare

Both your’s and Anakin’s laughter filled the room. You were both hiding out in your quarters due to currently ditching a Jedi council meeting. Easily and casually, the laughter and conversation filled the room, and you both felt like a bunch of younglings who had skipped a training class.

As the laughter died down, you turned to face him. His laughter was one of the many things you loved about him. It was full and genuine and raw in a way that touched you emotionally. A way that you no longer wished to ignore.

“How long are we going to keep ignoring this?”

Anakin’s traded his smile for the look of a confused puppy. “What?”

You composed yourself, wanting to choose your words carefully. “I mean...the fact that we both have feelings for each other.”

Oh, Anakin thought.

Oh.

He was relieved that you were finally deciding to open up this can of worms, but he was still nervous and frankly, terrified of the possible outcome of this conversation. He looked away from you, unable to bring himself to make eye contact.

Taking it upon yourself to initiate some sort of contact, you tentatively reached for his hand. It brushed up against his, so you gently placed it on top of his and left it there.

“I’m tired of worrying about what the council thinks, aren’t you?” You questioned, still waiting for Anakin to look at you.

Slowly, his eyes met yours. He saw the lack of fear, lack of inhibition. You really wanted this, you wanted him. Your hand tightened its grip on his, your thumb slowly running along his skin.

“I love you, Anakin.” Your voice cane out hushed, as if you were afraid someone else would hear, even though you were alone.

They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do

'Cause there's always repercussions when you're dating in school

But their lips met, and reservations started to pass

Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last

“Are you sure that you want this? Are you ready to deal with the potential repercussions from the council? I just don’t want to hurt you, and I certainly don’t want to start anything that you aren’t ready for.”

You chuckled at his restraint. Still, you appreciated how much he cared for you. Clearly it was a lot, considering that you felt his desperation you through the force to just take you, but he was holding back anyways. For you.

“Believe me, Anakin. I’m ready. You don’t have to hold back.” You were looking at him with such lust, such need, that Anakin knew this was an invitation, and he accepted it with open arms.

Either way he wanted her and this was bad

He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy

Now a little crush turned into a like

And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her

He pinned you back onto the bed, gathering your wrists into one hand. Frantically, as if he was afraid you would disappear, he nipped and sucked at your neck, leaving marks that he knew the council would notice. Neither of you cared anyways.

It didn’t matter what the council thought, Anakin was ravenous. He wanted all of you, and now with your enthusiastic permission, he was going to take it.

His free hand tangled into your hair and pulled your head back, giving him easier access to your neck. You were squirming, whining, you needed to be touched. You had waited for this just as long as he had, so he would keep the teasing to a minimum.

He let go of your wrists and hair, shooting you a warning glare. “Keep them there.” His voice was deep, dominant, and it shot daggers through you. This sent a shiver down to your core.

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, and close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

You were both stripped down now, his eyes traveling up your naked body. You were more beautiful than he could have ever pictured. His lips crashed forcefully against yours, and he slowly grinded against you. He needed to feel your skin pressed tightly against him, hust kike he had pictured before. Except this time, you were real. He was really feeling your skin against his and it felt so perfect and right and better than any sort of peace and serenity the Jedi talked about.

“Close your eyes, baby.” Anakin said in a hushed tone as he pulled away from your lips. Immediately and with a whimper, you obeyed. Anakin chuckled at this, your eager obedience. “Good girl.” He growled. A soft moan fell from your lips as you squirmed, but still keeping your hands firmly placed above your head.

I want to hold you close

Soft breasts, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

One hand finally made contact with your throbbing clit, while the other went to play with your breasts. Your heartbeat was so strong and quick that Anakin could feel it when he played with your breast.

“Your heart is beating so fast, like a little bunny.” He pinched your nipple, somehow knowing the exact pressure to use and how much to tug it to make you moan.

A finger slipped inside of you, giving you some sort of realese of the pressure building in your cunt. Suddenly, Anakin’s breath was fanning over the side of your face. It tickled your ear and made you squirm more than you already are.

Gently, he placed a loving kiss to your cheek, before moving his hand from your breast to your throat and lightly squeezing, while he whispered in your ear,

“I want to fucking tear you apart.”

#ok so before anyone says anything i know that rabbits arent technically a thing in star wars #BUT i thought of that line and thought it was really hot so i used it anyways #anakin skywalker #star wars #fanfic #the clone wars #smut #anakin x reader #anakin smut

[andsmile]

you probably have realized this but the way teen dramas treat latinas is so aggravating like theresa in the oc and anna in one tree hill (bi storyline included) were always treated (even veronica if we go by b*rchies reasoning) as an obstacle for the main guy to reunite with the main white girl or they just didn't exist. The treatment of veronica is worse cause she's one of the mains and idk i just cant see my favorite character be embarrassed by the guy who's supposed to be in love w/ her 😭😭

as a latina myself, i have realized it. i have spoken up about it several times whenever i get asked questions about why can’t i give b*rchie a chance or why i dislike b*rchie so much and i’ve had several people calling me out for saying what i said, that people should be able to ship whatever they ship without me saying they’re sexist or racist/xenophobe, but i still think that shipping ba in the context of riverdale and supporting the ~narrative~ their fandom supports is the ultimate fuck you for the portrait of a prominent latina character in the media. a character who was originally white and was turned into a latina only for her family to be criminalized, no other.

a lot more under the cut!

the other day me, @monica-posh (who’s black) and @archiercnnies (who’s another latina like me) had a very interesting conversation over representation and how we are always bound to be represented in the media by characters who are poorly written in an already poorly written show, “bitches”, “strong women that need no man”, or doormats who are always apologizing for stuff they sometimes never even did, or forgiving white characters for horrible stuff they have done without even getting a proper apology from the ones who wronged them. the short end of the stick gets shorter and shorter the darker the character’s skin is.

the oc and one tree hill were shows written in the early 00′s. i know this shouldn’t be an excuse, but it kinda is, considering how much the world evolved with the representation discourse since then. however, riverdale is from a very decade in a very different world and it was beautiful to see what a diverse cast they really were, until you actually watch it and realize how they write it. all pocs on riverdale at some point are turned into villains or antagonists to the three white straight mains. even veronica and her family have antagonized bh before. they are all written off without an explanation, killed, or given minor storylines that are carelessly written and forgotten.

granted, the ‘big bads’ have all been white so far... except hiram. whose main purpose is to be a mexican man who terrorizes the little perfect american town. and the mexican man’s daughter is the one who archie falls for interrupting the white boy-and-girl-next-door dream of being together. a daughter of immigrants is the problem of the little american town. i couldn’t make that shit up.

there’s the problem of the writing room, too. i googled and searched and i think even though ras is a latinx man, most of the other writers are white. and men. and it’s only getting whiter and more manly as the seasons progress. how can these writers ever stop and think wait, i am doing this and that and putting this latinx character in an embarrassing position? no, they don’t think that, they don’t think omg i am making two white kids embarrass a latinx girl, they think omg DRAMA. they can’t see it because it doesn’t affect them. we don’t have to go so far: if you ask a man reviewer what they want to happen to x couple in s5, they’ll say they want the girl to pine for the guy. if you ask a woman reviewer, they’ll say the contrary.

there’s a huge distance between the writers - white men - and me, a white latina woman. there’s an even bigger distance between the writers and the black girl. or the black trans person. etc. etc. and they don’t know how to write for us, because they don’t care. vanessa morgan had to speak out in public and jeopardize her job so she could see some alleged change happening. things are still changing. people are still trying to understand, from the top to bottom.

one thing that attracted me in riverdale and in varchie, specifically, is how archie was always choosing veronica and putting her first, despite her not being the girl-next-door. i have never seen on screen the narrative that the bas tried to conjure that she was only an obstacle, and i still don’t. i am always very upset with how veronica (and the lodges in general) is written and how they can’t even give her an original storyline that doesn’t revolve around her father, but i never thought this applied to archie and veronica and i still think it doesn’t. yes, it’s a very stupid writing choice that these writers took by making her sing a song that he’s written for her best friend in front of them? it is. but at the same time, i do not think this is what makes her an obstacle on their road or on his road to betty. i don’t think this is what the writers are trying to tell us, i really don’t, and i might be very disappointed about it in the end of it all, but the reason why they have veronica going through all this shit is because they don’t even realize how much it makes them look like they hate her. it’s just how they see them, as a latinx character: passionate! dramatic! artistic! dangerous! femme fatale! it fits her!

it’s a sad thing, really, this storyline. but i don’t think archie has ever pretended to be in love with her or was written to do so. and this belief makes me hold on to varchie in canon for sure. they will give them all the dramatic! passionate! fire! storylines and they will have them overcome their obstacles, and i much more would love watching them painting a wall then her needing the help of a white man to save her from yet another white man, but all the racist/xenophobe subtext here is something the writers (and even cami!) might not even realize, tbh.

(other things to think about: why did they have to make jughead not-poor so he could be in an established relationship with betty? why do fans want both jughead and archie to fight for/save betty but no one wants anyone fighting for/saving veronica? why couldn’t they write veggie as a compelling love story instead of whatever that was? etc etc etc.)

#rd negativity #re: veronica #re: varchie #anti barchie #anon #reply #just to be clear i know cami is white passing #so i'm using white vs latinx here for semantics because it's easier #thanks

[madeintimeland]

im oversharing this got long sorry. just reminscing on shit ive thought about a million times over again

theres so much art i want to create and so little motivation. i should start smoking weed again bc every time im high i get my best ideas or at least like, it takes away the layer of film over my brain that stops me from being able to come up with creative ideas, but also im scared its going to send me into mental hell again. like i need to be in a perfect state for it lest i fear im going to invoke my months long existential crisis again and i Cannot be doing that shit rn. but also i wonder if its going to be worth it anyways if i can create something to leave on this earth again. like ive been so bad at creativity lately like i want to draw and produce things and im bubbling over with energy and i feel the ideas fermenting in the deep recesses of my brain like theyre nestled into the grooves and folds but i cant access them yet. and i know i can if im stoned. i might turn into a hermit hunched over my tablet all hours of the day just making shit tbh. i absorb so much of the things around me and i know if i try to make something now its going to basically be direct copies of the things i saw but if im high im sure i can actually create something new and beautiful. im scared of being intoxicated again but i was scared to drink again too and i got drunk and proceeded to love it and want to drink every single day because surprise surprise i have alcoholism coded into my dna and consequentially have an addictive personality in general. which is why i felt like my life was useless without weed. all up until i was finally able to get my hands on a stash that would let me smoke whenever i want versus when i would get a small amount every couple of months and completely and utterly fail at ratioing it out and binge it all and then have ridiculously introspective trips where id start to go a little crazy at the end (i have a distinct memory of looking at a meme that had a woman on it and thinking ‘jesus christ... what the fuck is that’ and then spiraled into thinking about how life is pointless but i didnt have enough weed to continue with that train of thought and if i did i may have had my crisis a lot earlier, it was just inevitable) i just felt like being high was the only time i could actually get in touch with my inner self again. like i used to before the thick clouds of depression and psychosis settled in. but then i finally was able to get high for longer than short bursts of time and it all came to a head where my brain broke and i have existential terror now that i feel im going to not be able to deal with confronting again. but every time i say that it never ends up staying permanently, it comes in waves, it all comes in waves. back and forth. i feel beauty in life and then i feel fear. i feel like its all worth it and then i cant stop thinking about the inevitable heat death of the universe and the pointlessness of it all. and then i get a hug or listen to a really good song and i feel like its worth it again. i wonder if this is just a period in my life im not a total stoner or if its actually permanent. anyways point is i want to make so much stuff that my hands ache and my brain rots when i think about how many things inspire me. thats why my aesthetic tag is #inspiration, its been like that for many years now, its stuff that inspires me. but at what point am i going to turn that inspiration into reality? im bad at initiative. my initiative is going to be when i pick up the pot again because im too lethargic and procrastinatey to create the things i want any other time. but when will that be? i cant see a therapist or anything rn and working it out on my own has been mildly successful, not bad, im not spending every single day in terror like i was at this point last year. it started all going away around august after starting in march. march 30th in fact. from then on its been a constant battle with dissociation. funny because just earlier in march was some of the best experiences of my life. i think if lockdown never happened this never would have happened either but at the same time im left wondering how anybody can go through their life without wondering about the meaning of it all and coming out the other side with purpose and resolve. mine was to enjoy myself and find as much beauty and love in life as i can before i die and enhance the lives of the people around me while i can because i feel too small to do anything on a grander scale. and im fine with that, for the most part, but i still get attacked by these waves of thought where i wonder what the purpose of reality is . i always have to smack myself and remind myself no dumbass you already went over this a million times, just enjoy yousrelf while youre here. but when im high its a million times worse cuz the only time i can get my mind off it is when im replacing it with horny thoughts and thats not the only thing i wanna do when im high ofc i want to experience and create and listen to music. but i mean i havent smoked since june. i think the 15th ? i could go back and read my journals to tell exactly when it was but yeah its been almost a year now and i feel like i might have it in me again. i used to love getting high and working on shit so much. some of my best works and most  creative projects and honestly just most enjoyable periods of my life were when i was high. going back to what i was saying about early march 2020 being the best time of my life, idk what it was about me but i was just having a grand old time experiencing absolute beauty playing ark with my friends, feeling so creative and developing new ideas and experiences, and using the freedom and motivation i felt ingame to also want to explore the world irl. i seriously was close to actually finally reading my survival manual and start camping and shit and i wanted to visit my relatives in their hella secluded farmhouse in the middle of fuck nowhere kansas, cuz i did visit there during that time period and i loved it to death, i felt so free. two different relatives actually and they both had that same aesthetic about them. of course they were horribly racist but i mean, thats rural kansas for you. i just wanted to camp in their woods. its funny because that month was simultaneously the best and worst of my life. all because of weed! if i never started smoking or rather never found a reliable source at that point in my life i wonder how i wouldve turned out? id like to chalk this up to fate that im like this, maybe its for the best, maybe smoking again wont help me but maybe it will. i have a way to ease myself back into it i just need that leap of faith and  bravery like i felt when i was drinking again. its funny because i used to be such a fucking druggie and i wanted to get high all the time and then after my existential crisis that all just. stopped. i feell ike everyone i know is sick of me talking about it but it really fundamentally changed me on the inside even if it doesnt seem like it much on the outside so i feel its right of me to talk about it sometimes. it makes me feel better at least. like this is jsut a thing t hat happened, not a fated break from the universe i cant come back from yknow? i dunno. ive rambled on way too fucking long and idk if anyones gonna read this. tldr i want to draw and create so many things and i have too many ideas to deal with but i only feel ill be able to unlock my creativity and motivation if im high but due to bad past experiences im terrified to get high again. i mean ive done and made some pretty cool stuff since then but the motivation and ideas are much fewer and far between compared to the absolute deluge i get when im stoned , whether any of my ideas are actually any good or if they were just high ramblings is up to debate but i think it gave me a really good way of looking at things and i made some pretty cool stuff and i miss it a lot but i dont know if going back to it is going to be a mistake or not and im not brave enough to find out if itll hurt me again or if im ready. yyyyaaaayyyyy hahahaha ✌

#this is literally just all about drugs and dissociation

[lana-1526]

Dream smp timestamp | Dawn of the 16th

Oh hello 

so a friend of mine just started on the mcyt fandom and isn’t that familiar with the lore and i’ve been helping him catch up and we both watched sad-ist’s newest animation and he didn’t understand but still loved it nontheless and i procastinated and didn’t want to do my school work so i made him like timestamps for the animation explaining what’s happening and what’s the context in each scene it’s under the cut and if there are any mistakes pls tell me so i can change it to the correct information pr any info that can be added/any that i missed (also he already knows the charas and a few bits of lore so there’s no explanation on who’s who) 

here’s the video by sad-ist:  “Dawn of the 16th” | Dream SMP Animation

0:00-0:04 is the talk of tommy and wilbur during exile planning the revolution 0:05-0:07 is the bench that's like the friendship place of tubbo and tommy (their special hangout place) 0:08-0:11 is the caravan ruins of the first war 0:12-0:14 is the sapnap's fish which he had to release due to some fighting with tommy 0:15-0:18 shows the castle eret made (the dream smp team's castle essentially) 0:19-0:27 shows eret (the current king at the time of the dream smp team) and dream talking about respect and backstabing, which i think is funnny cuz he was the first ever traitor of lmanbrg and became king after dream even if dream was supposed to give the crown to george 0:28-0:40 shows tubbo overlooking lmanburg (he is a known traitor to schlatt at this point in time and he's planning the revolution with tommy) and then it pans to quackity (former fiance of schlatt and new traitor to him as well) joining tubbo in overlooking lmanburg 0:40-0:47 the dialogue between eret and dream continue 0:50 shows the declaration of independance of lmanburg made by the first president (wilbur) if u look closely u can see a big SUCK IT GREEN BOY on the side cuz wil did a joke while writing it XD 0:52 shows tommy overlooking the declaration 0:53-0:55 is the founding members of lmanburg before the first war 0:56 are tommy's discs (which started the first war and the current war that takes place after the animation's timeline) which are like aa keypoint to tommys chara 0:57-0:58 - tommy gives tubbo the discs as like a sign of trust and they do this in the bench place shown earlier 1:00 shows the aftermath of the explosion seen later 1:02 is the aftermath of the fight due to the terrorism act done by technoblade 1:03 shows dream and techno side by side with tommy's voice saying "the best pvp players" and then it pans to tommy saying to tubbo that it's basically them against dream (the literal puppet master of the smp) 1:10 dream leaves the palace 1:13 shows the election stand and basically the white house of manburg (lmanburg and manburg are diff due to schlatt being the dictator of lmanburh turing it into manburg also teh structures are diff as well in per era) and then it just zooms out idk what the symbolism of the fallen chair is but i think it's the chair wilbur and tommy sat in when they got exiled 1:19 the first appearance of philza who is the canon dad of techno, wilbur, and tommy (phil's chara is shown to have wings due to his experience in mc with hard mode where he always has the elytra on and also it's always white so the raven transition seems to mean about wilbur having dark wings, i think, not really sure but it's my interpretation to it) 1:20 is where techno shows his underground bunk to pogtopia (the rebelling/revolution party) which literally has so much shit 1:21 -1:30 is the bunker with the stuff needed in a fight, each chest is filled with stacks of one item ex. one chest is full with strength pots and the other with flaming arrows 1:30-1:31 shows techno saying the most iconic line, and also shows how his chara is an anarchist (someone who doesnt like any form of government) sadist seems to like remind people that hes basically chaotic in this scene 1:31-1:32 shows pogtopia getting the loot with an easter egg of tubbo taking all the emeralds of a chest (he actually did this on stream so kudos to sadist for that little detail) 1:37 techno actually gives a powerful enchanted sword to tommy personally and then the awesomme af transition of to tommy leading the pogtopia to kill schlatt 1:42 shows dream preparing 1:43-1:47 shows the all three parties, the first is lmanburg (maburg) party with schlatt and dream takig charge, second being the pogtopia party and if u noticed wilbur is the only one not happy and the only one without armor because at this point he became insane and want to blow up lmanburg but people do not know, the lastly the neutral party which showcases badboyhalo talking about that it doesnt really matter with flames in the bg (i think this references to the egg which is seen later in the future but at this point in time the weird egg is just starting to grow with bbh tending to it which made him go crazy up until the whole skeppy thing (skepp is bbh's best friend so yea)) 1:48 is the buttonn to blow up lmanburg but wilbur hasnt pushed it yet cuz he is still trying to figjt the urge to push it 1:49-1:53 wilbur is losing his mind and is on the verge of destroying everything with his black wings showing to represent his dad which shows up on the next scene 1:54-1:55 phil shows up and wibur doesnt know what to with his dad confronting him and knowing that phil wouldnt approve and would try to stop him 1:57 shows the bridge where pogtopia is running through to get to schlatt and it's iconic due to the fact of the coinicidence it being a sunset 2:00 is the start of the fight with an explosion then the fight sequence between pogtopia and lmanburg happen to get to to schlatt 2:10 happens and u see schlatt on the ground at this point in time hes an alcholic and hes drunk and surroounded by once friends turned enemy due to his tyranny 2:18 fundy explains why he joined pogtopia to schlatt 2:22 schlatt dies losing his last canon life due to a heart attack, tbh im suprised on how sad-ist made this so serious but in teh streams he dies while saying to quackity that his ass his flat or i quote "flatty patty" 2:23 tubbo is made the new president by wilbur 2:24 everyone rejoices but technoblade cuz he joined and helped pogtopia becauase he thought that after they won there would be no more governemnt 2:25-2:45 the act of terrorism of technoblade starts with him explaining his beliefs as an anarchist, he threatens tubbo which is serious because tubbo has only one last canon life left and tommy goes to fight him to save tubbo 2:45 pogtopia fights technoblade 2:47 we go back to wilbur where the button is that will start all the tnt hidden underneath lmanburg 2:48 the fight is still going on outside and people are unaware of what wilbur is going to do 2:51 wilbur quotes the first ever traitor: eret saying "it was never meant to be" and phil is shocked and doesnt do anything to stop wilbur from hitting the button 3:02 he couldnt stop wilbur pressing the button which in turn explodes everything even half the room but phil was able to protect wilbur from the blast 3:04-3:05 teh explosion happens and disrupts the fight between techno and pogtopia 3:06 tommy's closup to his reaction of seeing the land he fought for blowing up 3:07-3:09 wilbur hands philza his sword and says to kill him but phil refuses saying that he cant kill his own son 3:11 the other;s reaction seeing phil and wilbur in the room after the explosion dies down 3:12 tubbo is in shock 3:13  dream is watching in triumph as he sees wilbur blow everything up 3:15 techno prepares the withers //also fun fact when phil killed will he finds out techno is the traitor they were warned about who will bring destruction and chaos during the earlier stages of the revolution, it isnt wilbur as he exploded everything on his own volition rather than teaming up with dream like what techno did 3:16 techno's speech starts alluding to a previous conversation he had with tommy where he warns tommy that being a hero will result in a gruesome death 3:18-3:20 different scenes pop up, the first being tommy's discs being held by someone with armor (i think its dream due to the fact he has the discs later in the timeline to threaten tommy and lmanburg), the second being someone in a lmanburg uniform (not sure if its tommy or tubbo but if its tommy it seems like it'sthe exile), 3rd is the throne room with george on the throne and dream and callahan at his side , then last is the scene of the newest members, captain puffy, connor, and ranboo joining with emphasis on ranboo as he is  important to the plot later on the sequence also shows phil holding a now deceased wilbur crying and then techno realeses the withers on everyone (withers are very difficult to kill and cause so mch chaos even if its alone and its hard to summon it as you have to farm for wither skulls which is also hard so the fact techno has enough to make two is a big deal) 3:27  shows the lmanburg tree, it is a tree that represents lmanburg and has been there for both wars and is extremely important to the history of the nation and thats that :3

#dream mcyt #dream smp #mcyt fandom

[alicedoessurveys]

Doctor Who Tag

yes im a nerd...

CHILDHOOD

1. Did you like DW as a child?

I was 10 when it came back on telly with Eccleston and the first episode with the autons scared me so much my mom wouldn't let me watch it again until a couple years later, but yeah my teens I was obsessed with DW... still am at age 25

2. Your age at the time of the revival?

10

3. First DW episode you ever saw?

‘Rose’

4. Did you have any of the toys?

I still have the eleventh doctor’s screwdriver... I used to have some of the figures but there in storage now somewhere

5. Which DW character did you play on the playground?

didn't play it on the playground

6. Monster(s) that scared you most as a child?

all of them! the ones that still scare me now are the Cybermen and the Autons... genuinely cant walk past a shop mannequin without being suspicious 

7. Joke/story you didn’t get as a kid?

as a kid, any of the innuendo type jokes

8. DW opinion that has changed since you were a kid?

idk I think I still have the same opinions

9. Who introduced you to DW?

parents

10. Did you like Sarah Jane Adventures as a child?

I LOVED SJA!! I miss that show, and Elizabeth Slade :(

DOCTOR

11. Who is your Doctor?

Ten was the doctor that made me fall in love with Doctor Who 

12. Your favourite Doctor?

omg why not just ask me who my favourite child is... (I don't have kids but you know what I mean) if I had to chose my top three are ten, eleven and thirteen

13. Least favourite Doctor?

purely just because he doesn't have enough episodes... nine...

14. Best regeneration?

none of them I hate regenerations :( they make me sad, im too emotionally invested in every single one

15. Do you like “Doctor-Lite” episodes?

they're not my faves

16. Who is the most human Doctor?

I think nine maybe? or twelve?

17. Best multi-Doctor story?

the 50th anniversary special 

18. Best Doctor monologue?

“Hello Stonehenge! who takes the pandorica, takes the universe. but bad news everyone, cause guess who? HA! You lot you're all whizzing about- its really very distracting. Could you all just stay still a minute because I AM TALKING. Question of the hour is, who's got the pandorica? Answer, I do. Next question, who's coming to take it from me? Come on, look at me! No plan. No backup. No weapons worth a damn. oh and something else, I don't have anything to lose. So, if you're sitting up there in your silly little spaceship with all your silly little guns and you've got any plans on taking the pandorica tonight... just remember who's standing in your way. remember ever black day I ever stopped you and then- AND THEN- do the smart thing... let somebody else try first.”

not copied and pasted, remember that from the top of my head... its always there waiting in my mind incase I ever need an epic monologue :’)

19, What do you think TenToo/MetaCrisis Doctor is doing now?

hopefully living his best life with Rose

20. Best Doctor/companion pairing?

ten and donna 

COMPANIONS

21. Favourite companion?

Donna, Clara, Amy

22. Favourite secondary companion?

is Mickey classed as secondary? idk

23. Least favourite companion?

Ryan

24. Best TARDIS Team?

Doctor, Amy and Rory

25. Most underrated companion?

Graham, but that may just be cause I love Bradders

26. Most overrated companion?

Rose... I like her but idk, I think she gets more hype than she deserves.. don't @ me

27. Favourite companion’s family?

Rose’s mom

28. Who should have been a companion but wasn’t?

idk I cant think of anyone

29. Favourite (canon or non-canon) DW universe relationship?

Amy and Rory

30. Who did you not used to like, but really like now?

wasn't keen on Bill at first but by the end I really liked her, same with Rory

EPISODES

31. Favourite episode ever?

girl in the fireplace

32. Least favourite episode?

most of Chibnall’s episodes tbh sorry not sorry 

33. Which episodes do you skip?

the regeneration episodes

34. Best two-parter?

Human Nature - Family of Blood

35. Historical, present day or futuristic episodes?

I like them all in there own way but I think present is fave, then historical, then future

36. Episode that will always make you smile?

all of them

37. Episode that will always make you cry?

Rory and Amy’s last episode :’(

38. Best run of episodes?

ugh I cant answer this theres too many 

39. Best cliffhanger?

the end of Spyfall part one when the Master reveals who he is... I was SHOOK

40. Favourite Christmas special?

Voyage of the Damned

SERIES

41. Classic Who or New Who?

new who

42. Favourite series?

four or five

43. Least favourite series?

eleven, I just cant with the writing

44. Which series do you skip?

none

45. Favourite series opening?

eleventh hour

46. Favourite series finale?

Doomsday

47. Best series arc?

Bad Wolf

48. Thoughts on series 11/12?

I adore Jodie Whittaker and her doctor, and although I think 3 companions is too many I do love Yaz and Graham (Ryan is hit & miss). I just think theyve been massively let down by the stories/writing... they’ve tried to hard to tick certain boxes and completely missed what Doctor Who is about for a lot of people.. an escape from the real world into these outrageous unbelievable but lovable fun alien adventures 

49. How much of Classic Who have you seen?

not a lot

50. Who should have had another series?

NINE NINE NINE NINE NINE 

MONSTERS

51. Favourite monster/villain?

the master 

52. Most creative monster?

Weeping Angels, whoever came up with monsters that look like statues and only move when you're not looking at them is genius 

53. Monster(s) that scares you most?

Autons, Cybermen, the creepy dolls from Night Terrors, the ones from Waters of Mars, Weeping Angels

54. Monster you think is too easy to defeat?

idk

55. Least favourite monster/villain?

absorbaloff

56. Monster you want to return?

The Master, I really hope that isn't the last we see of Dhawan

57. In your opinion, what makes a monster good?

being genuinely scary, 

58. Daleks, Cybermen or Weeping Angels?

Weeping Angels

59. Best Dalek story?

Daleks in Manhatten

60. Best one time villain/monster?

my brain has gone blank I cant think of an answer right now 

ADDITIONAL MATERIAL

61. Torchwood or Sarah Jane Adventures?

SJA

62. Favourite Torchwood Team member?

I haven't watched it all so I couldn't say 

63. Which Torchwood death made you saddest?

again, not watched it all 

64. Do you rewatch COE or MD?

huh

65. Favourite SJA Team member?

Sarah Jane

66. Mr Smith or K-9?

K-9

67. Maria or Rani?

Rani

68. Do you read the comics/novels or listen to Big Finish?

Nope

69. If you do, your favourite additional stories?

n/a

70. Do you like DW analysis (video essays, fan theories, etc)?

yes

DESIGN/PRODUCTION

71. Favourite piece of alien tech?

the sonic, I love how it is so multipurpose except for when it comes to wood 

72. Favourite piece of Murray Gold music?

I am the Doctor - gets me pumped every time 

73. Favourite TARDIS design?

Ten’s Tardis 

74. Has the 2005 era CGI aged well?

actually yeah, I was rewatching the ‘are you my mummy’ episodes the other day and my God when the gas masks emerged from the faces... ooooooof I was like omg how 

75. Favourite Doctor outfit?

eleven or thirteen

76. Monster with the best design?

not really a design more of a costume.. I live Dhawan master’s costume. that shade of purple, oof he so stylish 

77. Best show runner?

idk

78. Best writer?

Gatiss

79. Best opening titles?

eleven’s titles where the Tardis is flying and being zapped is cool but thirteens music hits different 

80. Will DW age well/stay popular in the future?

I hope so, I feel like its lasted this long surely it can last forever.. if the writers don't fuck it up... 

IF YOU WERE IN THE SHOW

81. Time period you’d want to go with the Doctor?

whatever time means Id get to wear the most beautiful costumes

82. Planet/place you’d want to go with the Doctor?

Galifrey, pre-desctruction

83. Doctor you’d most like to travel with?

any of them, please and thank you

84. Companion you’d most like to travel with?

donna, sceso a good laugh but also I feel like she’d look after me 

85. Monster you’d like to defeat/fight?

The Master 

86. If you could go back on your own history (like Father’s Day), where would you go?

back to when I was a toddler, I wanna see what I was like 

87. If you could ask the Doctor anything, what would you ask?

theres too many to ask 

88. Historical figure you’d like to meet?

Shakespeare

89. How do you think you’d meet the Doctor?

id probably be rescued from doing something stupid and then the doc would be like you know what the bitch clearly needs supervision she's coming with me 

90. Would you travel forwards or backwards in time first?

backwards

IF YOU MADE THE SHOW

91. Historical event would you like to see in DW?

Hamilton

92. Issue you’d like to see addressed in DW?

idk 

93. Who would you completely erase from the DW universe?

Ruth

94. One unanswered DW question you’d love to know the answer to?

where is Clara now?

95. Actor/actress you’d like to see play the Doctor?

Phoebe Waller Bridge (or Lin Manuel Miranda)

96. Actor/actress you’d like to see play a companion?

Andrew Scott (yes I did just basically recast fleabag and hot priest)

97. Is DW “too political”?

series 11 got a bit like that 

98. Which characters fate would you changed?

Danny Pink

99. What about DW could be improved?

I think ive made my options about Chibnall pretty clear... 

100. If you could write an episode of DW, any ideas for what you’d do

bring back Jenny, the Doctor / Daughter adventures they would have. I’m actually writing a fic about it if you wanna read.... here

#doctor who #tag #doctor who tag #doctor who questions #survey

[xhuliotm]

。· . ˙ ☀   ⌈   tommy   martinez +   cis   male   +   he   /   him   +   the   firestarter   ⌋   yo   ,   have   you   meet   that   KOOK   ,   𝐱𝐡𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐨   𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬   ,   yet   ?   —   no   ?   well   ,   to   give   you   a   little   heads   up   before   you   do   ,   they’re   a   TWENTY-THREE   year   old,   SOCIALITE   AND   BUSINESS   STUDENT      and   have   been   coming   to   coston   for   FIVE   YEARS   .   since   i’ve   known   them   ,   they’ve   reminded   me   of   𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬   𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧   𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬   ,   𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐚   𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞   𝐨𝐟   𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭   𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝   𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬   ,   𝐭𝐨𝐨   -   𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦   𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬   ,   𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬   𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜   𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫   ,   𝐚𝐧   𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝   𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬  .   usually   they’re   quite   𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐   &   𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠    but   just   make   sure   you   keep   an   eye   out   for   them   around   town   because   i   heard   can   be   quite   𝑚𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛   &   𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠   as   well   so   here’s   hoping   they   aren’t   the   ones   to   undo   this   whole   peace   pact   they   have   going   on   this   summer   .   but   just   between   you   &   me   ,   i   kinda   hope   it   all   falls   apart   .   the   rivalry   keeps   this   whole   boring   town   interesting   .

xhulio   is   the   result   of   both   parents’   third   marriage   and   is   the   youngest   in   a   legacy   of   five   children   with   nearly   a   10   year   age   gap   between   him   and   his   next   sibling   .   both   parents   being   immigrants   from   venezuela   ,   his   mom   built   a   hotel   empire   and   his   dad   was   an   ambassador   for   the   US   to   south   america   .   their   marriage   lasted   a   total   of   maybe   10   minutes   and   ended   before   xhulio   could   even   remember   .

his   parents   both   went   through   a   minimum   of   two   more   spouses   before   he   hit   middle   school   with   no   intention   to   slow   down   .   raised   by   nannies   and   seeing   his   birthgivers   on   the   odd   time   here   and   there   ,   his   childhood   was   the   typical   to   be   filled   with   material   goods   to   make   up   for   a   lack   of   parental   presence   —   and   to   be   honest   ,   xhulio   didn’t   mind   it   .   as   a   fiend   for   attention   however   he   could   get   it   ,   coming   to   school   with   the   newest   designer   coats   or   most   exclusive   video   game   system   made   him   something   of   a   god   among   his   peers   ,   a   sensation   that   became   buried   deep   into   the   recesses   of   his   mind   and   emotions   as   a   sensation   he   favors   .

a   perpetual   case   of   favorite   child   syndrome   ,   his   father   in   particular   noted   the   unbridled   potential   in   his   son   .   intelligent   ,   charming   ,   and   somewhat   of   a   bully   ,   he   saw   xhulio’s   aggression   as   a   tenacity   that   would   make   him   successful   in   his   life’s   approaches   beyond   belief   .   he   taught   his   son   how   to   use   his   charm   to   his   advantage   and   be   less   outright   forceful   about   his   engagements   ,   using   manipulation   rather   than   brute   force   to   make   his   way   into   whatever   he   wanted   ,   a   skill   the   boy   capitalizes   on   .

his   mother   babies   him   to   no   end   and   makes   him   a   brand   ambassador   for   her   company   ,   having   him   join   her   on   retreats   to   mingle   with   the   children   of   other   investors   .   xhulio   ,   dangerously   well   -   versed   in   how   to   get   what   he   wants   out   of   people   ,   makes   easy   work   of   flipping   each   of   them   to   bend   to   his   very   whim   .   living   the   life   of   a   socialite   ,   in   all   its   glitz   and   glam   ,   is   something   he   thrives   off   of   .   his   father   begins   to   try   and   one   up   his   mother   ,   bringing   him   along   to   government   functions   and   allowing   him   to   brush   elbows   with   senators   and   congresspeople   alike   .   luxury   on   his   mind   ,   xhulio   goes   for   an   ivy   league   business   education   that   makes   the   most   of   his   talents   .

his   mother   buys   out   a   small   hotel   property   in   this   beachy   town   called   the   coston   resort   and   brings   xhulio   along   over   summers   to   oversee   the   renovations   .   enjoying   the   terror   he   can   enact   in   the   town   with   little   to   no   consequence   brought   upon   him   ,   he   comes   back   along   every   summer   to   see   what   more   buttons   he’s   able   to   press   .   finding   the   divide   between   the   pogues   and   the   kooks��  has   been   perhaps   one   of   his   favorite   pastimes   to   exploit   ,   seeing   no   reason   to   seek   peace   when   he’s   already   so   entertained   by   the   prospect   of   only   widening   this   riff   .   this   ends   in   an   even   greater   conflict   ,   when   he   gets   into   a   fistfight   last   summer   that   leaves   him   with   a   vendetta   against   the   pogues   that   he   thinks   rather   plague   the   area   .

he   is   one   of   those   obnoxious   smirky   boys   who   is   genuinely   convinced   he’s   a   blessing   to   the   earth   he   walks   on   .   an   entitled   af   childhood   will   do   that   to   you   :/   genuinely   is   of   the   mindset   that   the   world   is   his   and   other   people   just   habitate   it   with   him   .

well   aware   of   how   others   feel   but   just   cant   be   bothered   to   give   a   shit   about   literally   anyone   else   !   is   appallingly   self   -   interested   and   expresses   near   -   disgust   to   be   associated   with   any   form   of   expressed   sensitivity   or   insecurity   .   truly   believes   he   is   a   mini   god   on   earth   .

probably   just   genuinely   doesn’t   feel   sensitive   or   insecure   bc   he’s   never   been   taught   how   to   !   kwjehrwer

manipulative   as   hell   and   will   exploit   everything   around   him   to   get   where   he   wants   to   be   .   he’s   meticulous   about   how   he’s   percieved   and   doesn’t   like   being   seen   as   weak   or   disorganized   .   he’s   obsessive   about   upholding   his   reputation   and   holds   power   and   status   as   two   v   important   qualities   to   him   .   he’s   pretentious   as   all   hell   and   rather   spoiled   so   has   rarely   had   to   work   a   day   in   his   life   .

drips   w   sauce   and   we   hate   him   for   it   !

he   likes   material   goods   and   enjoys   his   lifestyle   less   because   of   the   actual   topics   but   more   so   because   he   gets   to   socialize   while   being   treated   like   luxury   .   his   lowkey   dream   would   be   a   job   where   he   doesnt   actually   do   anything   and   still   gets   2   live   like   a   prince   aka   trophy   husband   but   his   parents   are   too   up   his   ass   giving   him   opportunities   for   him   to   squander   them

likes   2   instigate   shit   for   fun   :/   genuinely   has   nothing   better   to   do

if   for   whatever   reason   u   can   get   past   the   whole   crazy   heartless   psychopath   thing   ,   his   pretentiousness   and   his   drive   mean   he’s   incredibly   straightforward   about   his   desires   and   pursues   what   he   wants   without   second   guessing   himself   .   he’s   generous   and   giving   when   the   mood   strikes   and   isn’t   above   showering   a   romantic   interest   with   lavish   gifts   and   non   stop   attention   even   if   they   show   0   interest   at   first   .   he’s   not   very   trustworthy   but   can   surprisingly   be   reliable   in   a   pinch   —   usually   just   when   it   benefits   him   best   tbh   .

inspired   by   klaus   mikaelson   from   vampire   diaries   and   mark   sloane   from   greys   !   talented   dancer   n   will   take   any   opportunity   to   show   it   ,   likes   2   make   people   intentionally   uncomfortable   bc   its   funny   to   him   ,   has   an   encyclopedic   knowledge   of   old   film   ,   loves   any   excuse   to   throw   a   huge   party   at   the   clubhouse   !

#coston.intro #* ╰ . 𝑥ℎ𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑜 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑺 . : intro . #u ccan tell how hard i lost steam w these kJHWERJWRE

[lloydshoulddyehishair]

doctor who tagging game

kinda tagged by @icedragondreams ? but also not really? i

idk

i just really wanted to fo the game whooop

favorite doctor - i have to say either twelve or thirteen, probably leaning towards 12 because i think the writing was better in his seasons, but acting wise i really can't choose. i love thirteens bubbly persona but also twelves grumpy but wise grandpa style

favorite master - missy or dhawan!master. let me put it like this: if we keep on getting some great dhawan!master content he'll probably be my favorite by far. though i liked how missy was sorta. emotional? in a way the others weren't

favorite sonic - elevens probably just because i got it at home and i find very aesthetically pleasing? i love the green light too

favorite companion - clara clara clara clara. im just soft for her

favorite story arch - demon's run. i was totally blown away by it and the whole atmosphere was so good. also!! the pandorica was very very good. tbh i really loved season 5 and 6 writing

favorite soundtrack - talking like season wise, season 3 has a great variety of soundtracks and introduced us to stop many iconic ones. talking track wise itzy really hard to choose. probably shepherds boy, snow over trenzalore, life among the distant stars, infinite potential and the 11th doctors regeneration theme always get me right in the feels. doctor who is just made out of incredible soundtracks. BTW!!! a soundtrack from season 11 that's iNCREDIBLY slept on is i love you nani. it's so so good.

dream actor for the next doctor - maybe benedict cumberbatch? not sure beacuse im not really into actors and stuff

dream composer - jay vincent and michael kramer!! they do lots of the soundtracks for ninjago and they're incredible like i cant believe a kids show can have such emotional master pieces as soundtracks. i'd just love to see them composing something for doctor who

dream story - okay how about something angsty, maybe similar to what happened in 'can you hear me?'. like some nightmare story but this time maybe they're locked inside the tardis and to reach the control room to make everything right again they gotta live through their darkest nightmares. so everything the doctor tried to hide away for the past thousands of years crashes down on her all of a sudden. she's faced with the fear of losing her fam and of the pain of having lost a lot of friends already. she's faced with the terror and fears of what they did and might have done to her on gallifrey as the timeless child. and she's faced with flashbacks of the time war and the family shes lost. and for the first time in ever the fam realize why the doc has been so distant all these months. its not because she doesn't like or respect them, its the exact opposite. its because she knows that anyone who gets too close to her will eventually get burned. she wants to protect them and her feelings.

damn that was a lot

a companion you'd like to see back - i would love to see amy and rory again. like make thirteen accidentally bump into them or something, would be kinda cute. other than that marthaaa! i'd love to see some situation were the doctor properly apologized for his/her past behavior bc ten really treated her like shit in season 3

tagging: anyone who wants to do this xx

#doctor who tagging game #doctor who #new who #thirteenth doctor #twelfth doctor #eleventh doctor #doctor who season 3 #murray gold #i love soundtracks #so much #the fam

[emybain]

Renegades Titanic AU: Part 3

i had to finish this in the car on my phone bc i was motivated and i dont trust my writing when its done on my phone tbh so im sorry if the ending is rough lmao. also, i feel like i should mention (since so many of you heathens havent seen the movie) that if something seems well written or whatever its probably from a line in the movie and i snatched it bc i liked it. i cant take any credit for anything written well. ill put in links to part 1 and 2 later and add in a "continue reading" thing as well. enjoy!

Part 3: Standing At a Great Precipice

Nova

Nova was in a dark mood. 

It all started when she had let Honey convince her to wear one of Honey’s old dresses for dinner, back when she had money and partied through the night. She felt out of place sitting at dinner, surrounded by the rest of third class with her cheap silverware and cheap dishes and poorly made food.

She felt as if she were being ignored by the others, perhaps because she had stormed off earlier. Nevertheless, it was like a llarge thundercloud had settled over her head, and then started to fill up her mind until she could barely think about anything other than her pain. 

And no one cared. No one noticed. 

Feeling overheated, she stood. With her eyes on the floor, she excused herself. 

__________

Adrian

    Adrian had never seen so many stars before in his life. 

    He had managed to slip away from dinner, where he had been surrounded by all the same mindless people, gossiping, sipping champagne, congratulating themselves on their higher status. It was all too much for him, so he wandered around until he found himself on the third class deck, and eventually found a cozy spot lying on a bench underneath the stars. It was cool out, it being the middle of march and them being in the middle of the ocean, but Adrian didn’t mind. He enjoyed the fresh air. 

    Truly, he had never been a fan of the upper class lifestyle. He had seen firsthand what money did to people; it twisted them, made them start thinking things they shouldn’t. Having been born to an unmarried mother in a dirt-floor home, Adrian knew what it was like to have nothing. It wasn’t until in recent years that his dads and their friends, and therefore Adrian’s friends, had all come into a great deal of wealth and prosperity. 

    He knew that at least Simon was somewhat uncomfortable with all the attention they received, but it was better that they socialize and make friends among the wealthy at dinner parties in order to increase their own welfare. 

    His eyes started to droop close, but were wide open when the quiet was disturbed by the clacking of shoes, moving fast. Before he had a chance to look up to see who it was, a woman in a black dress ran by. Was that...crying he heard? Adrian stood quickly and went the way she did, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Who was it? Clearly, from the elaborate beading he had seen on her dress, it wasn’t anyone from third class. So surely, Adrian must know her. It wasn’t Danna or Ruby, because they were back at dinner. Besides, Ruby was wearing a red dress tonight and Danna a yellow one. 

    “Miss?” he called out once he heard the crying again. When no one answered, he quickened his pace, ending up on the very back of the ship. Scanning the area, he looked for her; when he found her, his heart stopped. She was standing on the rail of the ship, but she was on the other side. She was facing away from him, gripping the rail and holding herself close to it, as if she were scared. He moved toward her slowly, stretching out his hand. 

    “You don’t want to do that,” he called out, surprised his voice wasn’t shaking like the rest of his body was. 

    She whipped her head around, and he froze again when he realized it was the girl who had mesmerized him earlier that day, just before lunch. He swallowed. 

    “Go away!” Her eyes were bloodshot from crying, her hair a mess from the wind. 

    He ignored her, instead choosing to get closer. He held out his hand to her. “Just grab my hand, Miss. I can pull you back over. Trust me, you’re making a mistake.”

    “Don’t tell me what to do,” she snapped. “You don’t know anything about me.” She searched him up and down, eyes widening with realization. “You’re that...that boy from earlier, aren’t you? The one who waved at me?”

    Adrian had the nerve to laugh, which she scowled at. “Guilty.” Smile vanishes, he cleared his throat. “Please, just take my hand.” 

    “No!” She turned back and leaned forward. “Come any closer and I’ll let go.”

    He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, no you won’t.”

    She turned back to him. “Excuse me?”

    Adrian shrugged. “You would’ve jumped already, so no, I don’t think you will.”

    She rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s your fault for distracting me. Now, if you please,” her voice became sarcastic, “be so kind as to screw off. I don’t need your help, or anyone else’s help.”

    Adrian let out a slow sigh. Then, he bent down and began untying and taking off his shoes. 

    “What are you doing?” she demanded, watching him with hawk eyes. 

    Adrian slipped off his jacket. Goosebumps erupted on his arms underneath his shirt from the sudden cold. “Miss, I’m involved now, and I can’t just let you make the biggest mistake of your life. If you jump in, then I’m going to have to jump in after you and at least try and save you.”

    “Don’t be an idiot. You’ll die.” She faced the water again, and her voice got soft. “I’m not worth it.” 

    Adrian’s heart went out to her, truly pained at her situation. What could have happened to her that made her feel as if suicide was the answer? As if there was no other way? 

    “It would be an honor dying, Miss, if it meant I at least died trying to save another’s life. Every life is precious.” He stepped closer once more. “But, I’m not looking forward to jumping in after you, because of the cold water. So, maybe you could save me and take my hand.” He offered it to her again. When she did nothing, he added, “please.” 

    Slowly, she reached for his hand, grasping it. Her hand was calloused and rough, not what Adrian expected. She started to turn until they were face to face. Adrian’s breath was taken away. She was even more beautiful up close. 

    He offered the smallest smile. “I’m Adrian Everhart.”

    He thought he saw something flash in her eyes, but brushed it off. Breathing hard, she replied, “Nova Ar...McLain.”    

    “Pleased to meet you, Miss McLain.” Even her name was beautiful. He grasped her hand a little tighter and pulled at it. “Come on, let’s get you back over.”

    She did as he asked, this time, stepping up on the next rail and leaning into him. 

    And then, she was falling. 

    She screamed out in terror as Adrian gripped her arm, he himself filling with panic. 

    He planted his feet, face contorted in concentration, forcing himself to stay calm even as she screamed. “I won’t let you go,” he said.

    Just when he thought she was making her way back up, she lost her footing again. 

    “Help!” she cried, fresh tears in her eyes. “Please! Help me!” She continued to cry for help, Adrian pulling her the best he could. 

    “I won’t let you go,” he repeated, this time louder and more firm. “Come on, pull yourself up. You can do it.” They worked together, and eventually, she was leaning over the rail and gripping both of his arms. 

    They fell back together as she made it back over the rail. She landed on his chest with an ‘umph!’, head in the crook of his neck. They stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard, until they heard footsteps. 

    “What’s all this?” Nova scrambled off of him, eyes wide. Adrian looked up to see two crewmen, staring at them with open mouths. One of them looked at Nova in disgust, clearly seeing through the fancy dress. 

    “You stay back, you filthy wench!” He pointed an accusatory finger at her before turning to his companion. “Call the master of arms."

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Nova

    The only thing Nova could think of was her pounding headache. That, and Adrian Everhart, who was standing a few feet away, surrounded by his parents and a few other upper class guests that she could only guess were his friends, judging from their younger looks than the adults. 

    When they were found, it was assumed by the crewmen that Nova had assaulted Adrian, most likely for money. She was handcuffed immediately. Adrian had tried to explain that she had been distraught and he was only helping her, but they didn’t want to hear it. One of them, the one who called Nova a wench, said that that was how scum like her got people like him. She wanted nothing more than to show him what “scum” like her could do to his nose. 

    Leroy was notified, after they asked her who she was travelling with, and so were Adrian’s acquaintances, of the incident. One of Adrian’s fathers, Hugh Everhart, the Captain, strolled up to Nova with a frown on his face. 

    “What made you think you could put your hands on my son?” he asked coldly, eyes looking her up and down in distaste. When she didn’t answer him, and glanced at Adrian, he raised his voice. “Look at me, you filth!” 

    “Father-” Adrian started, outstretching his hand. 

    “Hush, Adrian.” His father narrowed his eyes at Nova, then at Leroy and Ingrid, who had decided to come along. “She’s one of them. You can’t trust her.”

    “Stop, Father!” Adrian pulled at his father’s arm. “It was an accident!”

    “An accident? Care to explain, Nova?” Leroy spoke up, looking at Nova with raised eyebrows. 

      Nova shot him a dirty look. "It's rather stupid...silly of me." She laughed awkwardly. "I-I was getting some fresh air, and I leaned over the back of the ship to look at the propellers, and-and-and I slipped." She nodded toward Adrian. "If it wasn't for Mr. Everhart here, I would've gone overboard." 

      Everyone was quiet for a moment, and then Adrian's other father, Simon Westwood, spoke up quietly, "Is that true, Adrian?" 

        Adrian shared a look with Nova, and she pleaded with him silently to agree. The last thing she needed was for Ingrid to yell at her tonight. 

       "Yes." Adrian nodded firmly, tearing his eyes from Nova. "That's exactly what happened." 

       "Well, Adrian's a hero, then." One of his friends, the young man with a cane, smiled brightly. 

      "Yes, it appears so," Leroy murmured, stroking his chin. Nova was released from the handcuffs. She rubbed at her wrists. "If that's all," Leroy continued, reaching for Nova's shoulder to direct her toward him. "We'll be heading back to our room. So sorry about the confusion, sir." He nodded at Hugh Everhart, who was glaring at them, and the three of them turned to leave. 

       "Wait!" Nova jumped when she felt a hand on her arm. Turning, she saw it belonged to Adrian. She looked at him, confused. He cleared his throat and released her, moving the hand to the back of his neck. "Please, if my fathers are okay with it," he glanced at them, "I would like it if you'd dine with us. Tomorrow evening. It seems only proper that I get to know the young lady I saved." He offered a smile that Nova didn't return. 

       Nova opened her mouth, beginning to protest. She wanted nothing to do with first class, especially his group. It was better they just all forgot about what happened. 

      But Ingrid had other plans. 

      She kicked Nova subtly, shutting her up. She smiled sweetly at Adrian. "Oh, she'd love that. Thank you, Mr. Everhart." 

     Adrian nodded, shoulders dropping in relief. He nodded to Nova. "We'll see you then, Miss McLain?" 

       Nova felt Leroy's and Ingrid's confused eyes on her as she finally smiled, but weakly. "Yes, Mr. Everhart. I cannot wait." 

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