#*s1e13

[bonvesk]

OUGHHGHGH. catra scarring adora's back in such a way that it resembles the horde insignia. no doubt catra's way of saying you have always belonged with the horde. with me.

[forestofsprites]

1x13

[abscarab]

(please excuse if someone's already done this but) yeah. pretty much.

[dynamitebean]

I need more Dana-centric episodes 💔

[amwult]

[gingerteaonthetardis]

S1E1 "ROSE" | S1E13 "THE PARTING OF THE WAYS"

[vbrosclips]

s1e13 Return to Spider-Skull Island

[insecuregodcomplex]

kiss between the lines

a wolfnichols ficlet | brilliant minds s1e13 coda

title from promises by luke hemmings prompted by kiss 17 on this list | thank you @otterouteast for the inspiration and the prompting :) for you!

Josh paces around Oliver's recently emptied office, debating calling his boyfriend one more time. Should he ring again and leave a voicemail? Oliver obviously ignored his call; what good would leaving a message do?

Josh drops into the chair with Oliver's tux draped over its back. There's comfort and frustration rising within him as he is wrapped in Oliver's scent. He leans forward, replaying the last few days in his mind as he runs his hands down his face, wondering if his recent admission of falling for Wolf was a poison he didn’t intend to administer.

He stays there, unaware of how much time has passed until a reminder alarm goes off on his phone. He turns it off, considering how he’d thought the night would be playing out by now: the alarm interrupting hands exploring under jackets, mouths teasing around visible skin. With a sigh, he stands up, straightens his clothes, and leaves the office.

The rest of the night, he can't help but scan for Oliver. After arriving at the gala, he looks around for his motorcycle, thinking maybe he decided to meet him at the event. At dinner: taking note of the acquired place settings. Backstage before the award is announced: looking through the curtains like a child at a school play. As he gives his acceptance speech, he makes a small joke using words Wolf had given him, and knows the laugh he hears is only in his head.

When he finally makes it home, Josh tucks the award in his office and shuts the door, barely looking at it. Trying to tamp down his frustrations, he makes his way to his bedroom, tugs his bow tie loose, and strips out of his formal attire. He tugs on his pink hoodie and relaxed basketball shorts and pads his way to his kitchen to grab something when a movement outside his door catches his eye. Josh's eyes narrow as he pauses, but when there isn't movement for a minute or two, he continues into the kitchen. But after he drinks a full glass of water and refills it, he sees the shadows move out of the corner of his eye again.

He warily moves towards the front door and reaches for the doorknob when there's a knock.

Josh startles, a bit confused, but tentatively opens the door.

They stare at each other before Oliver breathes out a greeting. “Hey.”

Josh takes a beat before reciprocating. “Hi.”

It’s a moment before Oliver speaks again. “How was the gala?”

Josh scoffs. “You could've just said something if you really didn't want to go with me.”

Oliver shakes his head. “It wasn't that. Look—I'm sorry. A lot has happened. I just talked it through with Carol and…can I come in? And explain?”

Josh is only a little embarrassed by his near immediate side step, giving Oliver room to step inside, his motorcycle helmet classically tucked under his arm.

“Can I get you something to drink?” Josh offers. At Oliver’s request, he moves to fill a cup with water as Oliver puts his helmet and jacket aside. Josh’s guard is still up but he can’t ignore the comfort he feels at seeing his boyfriend (he thinks to himself: boyfriend, right? Still?) safe and in one piece, in front of him, trying to talk things through. Oliver takes the glass of water with thanks, and silently drinks it down.

The voice in Josh's head that has been telling him his feelings confession is what kicked off this whole mess tells him to hold his tongue, to allow — really, to demand that Oliver break the ice.

“What do you know about my dad?”

Well, that stops Josh in his tracks.

“You've told me that he died, about that camping trip. Why?”

Oliver heaves a deep sigh. “Turns out, that's not true.” He looks up at Josh's quizzical expression and lets out a small laugh. “Yeah. Exactly.”

Josh's confused look only escalates as Oliver explains the recent developments of his father coming back from the dead, the betrayal of his parents and their involvement of Carol, of his father's unspecified illness.

“That's where I was earlier. With him,” Oliver explains. “I should've told you instead of isolating myself and pushing you away. I just—” He trails off and runs his fingers through his hair, avoiding Josh’s gaze. “I know myself even less than I did before. I don’t want to wrap you up in all of…this.” He pauses, and decides to vocalize what he had originally meant to say. “I don’t want to wrap you up in the mess of me.”

Josh moves toward him and reaches for his hand. Their fingers slot together.

“Oliver, that's not —” He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “The point of relationships is to grow. Together. And if you don't want me along for the ride, that's fine. But I want to be here, with you. So, don't make assumptions on my behalf.”

Oliver searches his eyes as they move closer to one another, almost subconsciously.

“I want to be here,” Josh reiterates.

Oliver asks a question with a tilt of his head, and Josh moves in for the kiss. Once they break apart, Josh pulls Oliver in and presses a gentle kiss to his head. “I promise,” he adds.

After a moment of silence, Oliver asks, “Can I stay here tonight?”

Josh huffs a small laugh. “Yeah. Yeah, you can.”

Later, as they lay together in the quiet of the night, Oliver speaks. “Congratulations on your award. I wanted to tell you earlier I just—I wanted to tell you. Congratulations.”

They're laying face to face on either side of the bed, fingers intertwined between them. The corner of Josh's mouth quirks slightly as he says “thank you.”

Josh takes a moment and knows Oliver can tell that he wants to say something. “We still have things to talk through,” he finally says.

“I know. And we will. I promise.”

“Really? You promise?” Josh raises an eyebrow. “You'll be here in the morning?”

“At this point, it's already morning.”

“Oliver…”

Oliver laughs and moves closer to Josh. “I promise,” he smiles, and seals with a kiss.

[thesirenmelusine]

It is so telling that what Suleiman recalls when Mahidevran tries to kiss him is his own words rather than Mahidevran’s actions or their results. He said he wouldn’t forgive, he said their love was gone so it will remain unless he decides it does. There is nothing Mahidevran can do, no ultimatum Hafsa can give that will make him reevaluate because his word, his decision is unquestionable in his mind. The show is screaming from the rooftop, trying to tell its audience that it was never about Hurrem or Mahidevran- it was always about Suleiman and his egocentrism.

[snail-friend]

Watching YJ-s1e13 (Alpha Male) despite WHAT IF HE'S CRINGE instincts making me wary on the rewatch and I'm pleasantly surprised he's. NOT badly written. Like this is a Captain Marvel who's Mature. Who listens and responds and doesn't take orders but accepts them where needed. He gives advice calmly, without patronising tones, and it's pretty well received. Rambling under the cut!

Cool as FUCK punching with lightning (could've been the tech getting destroyed BUT ITS LIGHTNING PUNCH TO ME) He gets caught by stepping into a trap while aiming to free Tawny(?) AND THAT IS VERY BILLY. but how the fuck that trap work to take down such a guy as the cap. gravity field??

Poor guy looks so stunned...

He doesn't know what the hell has happened. Maybe even what form he is, until he speaks. He's calm but his words are clipped and short- he's still scared.

Love how fucking TIRED of the bullshit he looks. Like. Man you ugly tho bro don't give me that facelift. And he KNOWS almost no weapon can break his skin so he's just. Stuck here while Brain fucks around he thinks.

AND THEN TAWNY FUCKING DECKS THE BASTARD HELL YEAH

Aqualad: You're not coming back with us???? Cap: Nah, gotta fly!

Hmmm Fawcett shots. So Billy (or at least Dudley?) lives in a 3-4 tier residential area on a stroad? Pretty high end of middle class to me, ngl, would've expected cheaper. At least coming from the UK. Like how it resembles the shots of The Adventures of Captain Marvel (1941)'s intro sequence! LOVE the way he comes in through the fully open window lmfao. Only in America. (I wonder if its top opening or door like?)

Captain Marvel in a normal house is so funny to see. I like how ABSOLUTELY UNPHASED Dudley is by him in 'work clothes' akjhdkjashd. ALSO. The lightning comes from within him it looks like? I'm sticking to orbital divine laser for him in my head. More funny. And makes indoor transformations a bit tougher!

Also... that's him that's my boy! THAT'S THE LIL GUY! He yawns and goes to bed right away. Eepy beepy needs his sleepy without the stamina of atlas. Maybe even because of it? Does being cap tire him out here???

[nuwance]

Their face cards, lethal

Season 1, Episode 13

[fandumb-thoughts]

Rip Cassie Robinson you’re not dead but you could have done so many great things if the show runners had only given you chance

[constraintsonthebrain]

piloting with powder burns: a compilation

[v-writes]

Fright Night Bet Results

Dash and Danny had made a side bet in addition to Mr. Lancer's competition to get out of detention, and it's time for Danny to pay up.

Prompts:

"I really don't think you should eat that." by @anti-creepstick

Selective intangibility, Danny learns, is much better than an xray. by @uniasus

Word count: 748

read on ao3

"Salt." Sam passed him the table salt at their cafeteria table.

"Pepper." Tucker said.

"Clothespin." Sam added.

Dash swept up to their table, placing a covered container in front of Danny. Removing the cover with a flourish he reveals his used, dirty, and torn underwear, "bon Appa-Tighty Whitey, loser!"

Danny picked up the underwear, his resignation weighed heavy in his chest, and Dash's underwear sagged heavier than it had any right to in his hand, as his stomach recoiled at the thought of following through on the lost wager.

Danny really should have let the stakes begin and end with who would get out of detention.

But when has he ever learned.

"I really don't think you should eat that." Sam deadpanned.

Tucker shook his head, adding, "I still cant believe he carries those around in his coat."

"Are you going to renege on the bet Fenturd?" Dash taunts.

"No. I'm not Dash."

Trying not to let any of it touch his tongue Danny shoved the garment into his mouth and down his throat.

One singular exaggerated swallow. "Are we done here, Dash?" Danny challenges, standing up and removing the clothespin from his nose.

"Holy shit you actually did it. And here I was thinking I'd get to beat you to a pulp for backing down from the bet."

Danny rolled his eyes, "as much fun as it's been learning about your lack of hygiene habits we've got better stuff to do than act as your dog and pony show, c'mon guys, let's get out of here."

Danny grabbed Sam and Tucker and pulled them quickly out of the cafeteria, and out of sight of the peanut gallery that had gathered to watch them.

Tucker looked at Danny dumbstruck, "you actually ate that?"

"You really didn't have to do that."

"It was for my honor Sam." Danny said with mock seriousness.

"Uh. Should we like. Go to an urgent care or? Is it going to digest? I don't think you can digest that, are you going to choke?"

"I think I'm fine? Were we followed?"

"Dude. Dude dude dude. No." Tucker grows more frazzled as he continued, "I didn't think you were actually going to do it, my mom is like, a nurse, do you have any idea how many stories I've heard of people eating things they shouldn't? You need like an X-ray or an ultrasound or something!"

Sam looked around them, "yeah, coast is clear, what's up?"

Danny stopped walking, reaching into his chest he pulls out Dash's underwear.

They're not even wet.

At least not wetter than before Danny had 'ate' them.

"Huh." Sam deadpanned, as her eyes dart to Tucker, "I bet selective intangibility is better than an X-ray."

"I didn't know you could do that." Tucker said a note of skeptical wonder in his voice.

"Neither did I? Didn't really think about it? Is there a-"

"You never think." Sam retorted.

Danny blinked, then grinned, which was the only warning Sam received before Danny threw Dash's underwear at her.

"Oh I am going to kill you Danny Fenton," Sam squealed dodging out of the way, "that's disgusting!"

"What, twice wasn't enough for you? Hoping third time is the charm?" Danny teased.

"Well I've never killed Tucker, so it must be an issue on your part, get more resilient or get over it."

Tucker looked up from where he was nudging the underwear with his shoe, "how did I get dragged into this? If you test how hard I am to kill I am warning you now, I will cry."

"Nobody is killing anybody," Danny joined Tucker, using the clothespin Sam had given him to pick up the underwear, "who knows where the closest trashcan is so we can get rid of this and get out of here?"

Sam took the clothespin from him, I'll put it in the ladie's restroom so we don't have to worry about any of the jocks seeing it and accusing Danny of cheating."

"Why don't you just use intangibility to put it in a wall or something? Tucker asked.

Danny and Sam froze.

Danny grabs the underwear, shoving it into the closest wall. "There. Now the only way anyone will find it is if the school does some serious remodeling or the school is tore down, and I doubt they'll care about a random pair of briefs then. See Sam, I don't need to think, I have you two for that."

She rolled her eyes fondly, "whatever dweeb."

[allfallsdown]

—law & order: special victims unit, s1e13, disrobed.

[eleventh-mugiwara]

I relate to her so much.