#amnesia edit

[helshollowhalls]

♢ toma. ♢ divider by @/cafekitsune ♢ gif source 1 ♢ gif source 2 ♢

[captain-ghost]

I think I'm one of the few people in the Torchwood fandom that embraces the fact that Jack probably forgot about Ianto because I think it's more interesting and tragic that way. To desperately try to keep someone you love in your memory, but eventually you forget what they look like and you outlive not only them but the photographs and the places they used to be. You forget their name, "something starting with an I, I'm sure", and eventually they just blend into the many other names and faces you've fallen in love with and all you're left with is guilt and a strange sense of longing you can't place whenever you walk past a coffee shop.

[leashybebes]

so when those behind the scenes funeral pictures leaked and we were freaking out together in the liminal mcd space, i think i said something glib about everything i'm working on being an au now. i was mainly thinking about amnesia fic.

i don't know if i have it in me to make buck experience that twice, but oh it's juicy, so here's a very on-the-fly rewrite of the first scene, this time from maddie's perspective. i will very probably leave this one as an au, but i couldn't resist this scene.

The scene in Buck's hospital room is the same as it has been for a week. At least he's breathing on his own now, and the bleep of the monitors is reassuringly steady. The bigger concern is Tommy, who's taken a leave of absence from work and is haunting the hospital like an increasingly wild-man ghost. He's half sleeping in the chair, his head tipped back and to the side in a way Maddie knows is going to be absolute murder on his neck, so she pats his bearded cheek until he jolts upright, one hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, the other reaching out for the coffee she offers him.

"You can leave long enough to shave, you know," she teases. "He won't recognize you at this rate."

Tommy shrugs, takes a swig of his coffee. "He likes me with a beard."

Maddie raises her eyebrows, takes the other chair and says, "Please don't tell me anything I can't unhear."

The half laugh is by rote, but he says, "Okay. I think he's waking up."

"What?" 

"Yeah. He squeezed my hand a couple times earlier. The nurse said it might be nothing but to keep an eye on him."

"That's amazing," Maddie says. "Let's do that."

So they do. Between filling out another crossword in the book Hen dropped off for Tommy the previous day, they both take long moments to watch Buck. And Tommy's right, Maddie realizes. The twitches are more frequent, verging on intentional.

He opens his eyes between 15 down (interlocutor) and 13 across (probably kitsch, maybe chintz if they were off base with 12 down) and Tommy's attention is on him immediately, gently catching hold of Buck's hand, looking like a ten ton weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He sends Maddie a look of pure, unapologetic joy. God, he's so different now.

The weight returns with a couple of companions when Buck jerks his hand away and demands, "What are you doing here? Maddie, what's he doing here?"

Not for the first time since Tommy came into their lives, but in a whole new way, Maddie has no idea what to say to her little brother.

"Baby," Tommy says gently. "Where else would I be?"

"How should I know?" Buck asks, folding his arms so Tommy can't catch his hand again. "Just - where's Eddie? Or - or Bobby?"

Maddie feels ice settle in the pit of her stomach, and she feels like she can hear the clatter of shutters coming down behind Tommy's eyes as he straightens up.

"I'll - I'll get a doctor," he says, and flees the room.

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[manga-meow]

[horrorfilmlesbian]

in a good mood tonight so have a small crumb of divorcee Julian fic in which Jadzia Dax is a terror and a menace teasing Garak over his hot new hook up (who might just end up being more than that 👀).

Developing a Garak & Jadzia friendship is actually so important to me tbh. I think they'd be unstoppable gossips together if given the chance.

[doomdaysdecays]

just read “vaginal birth” & thought as opposed to what? anal birth?? but then i thought ohhhh. circumcision

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

Happy AAPI month!!

In the United States of America, May is the national celebration of Asian American and Pacific Islander history and heritage. To celebrate, I decided to put together a post appreciating some of the wonderfully diverse Asian/Pasifika whump characters from our own community on tumblr! and of course the wonderful authors writing them :)

Keola from the Angel of Death by @whumpninja is half Native Hawaiian

Eden from Featherbound by @vidawhump is Filipino

Rylan from Weapon's Wounds by @violets-whumperflies is Chinese

Erebus from Erebus & Terror by @brutal-nemesis is Filipino (though he's in a fantasy world so it's not super apperant)

Finn from Shrike by @paingoes is Malaysian

Sonny from Solitaire by @doumidas-whumps is half Filipino

David and Grace from Solitaire by @ doumidas-whumps are Chinese

Parsa/Mr. Oz from Solitaire by @ doumidas-whumps is Pakistani

Lucia Rao from The Winged Servant by me is Indian (and the princes are both half Indian)

[helshollowhalls]

♡ shin. ♡ divider by @/cafekitsune ♡ gif source ♡

[raiponces]

"Damn. I bet that was stunning when it caught the light."

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Edwin Payne and Charles Rowland (Amnesia AU)

Crystal calls them an old married couple on acid and Charles flinches. He can't help it, even if it means having to shrug off Edwin's arched eyebrow of concern.

There was a time where Charles had dreamed of something like that. Of an eternity getting to love and be loved by the North Star himself.

But Charles Rowland had realized quickly enough that his love is not meant to prosper. It is not meant to plant itself in fertile soil, to grow. Charles Rowland’s love is a weed, meant to choke out the people it settles on.

And Charles couldn’t do that to Edwin.

So Charles shakes his head, dislodging Edwin's concern with his most convincing of smiles, and keeps memories of light tucked beneath his skin where they have itched for thirty years.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, you know the problem with history (it keeps coming back like weeds)

@tumblerislovetumblerislife @every-moment-a-different-sound @mellxncollie @nix-nihili

@tragedy-machine @anything-thats-rock-and-roll @wordsinhaled

@idliketobeatree @tw0-ravens @dear-monday @sasakisniko

@bequietimsodizzy @regina-cordium @spacegirlsgang

@shadowflame84 @the-moons-jade-rabbit @pappelsiin

@frogsondeckchairs @flaggersribs @lesbicosmos

@tititilani @flowerbritts @silverysnake @ohfallingdisco

@depressedandoverdressed @1kazul

[dawntread]

And like that, he was gone. I wondered if there was anything I ever could've said to make him see the foolishness of resistance. How futile it all was. How could he even know what freedom was? Neither of us had ever known it. But then I grew up, and I came to understand it was never about revolution at all. My brother's dreams were never so lofty nor bloody. He just ran out of reasons to stay. I took up the bow as he'd once done. When I could reliably fell beasts with it, I made my escape - without fanfare, out into the night, nothing so much as a letter to mark my departure. Let them think I was mad, or that I'd been captured, or even killed. It mattered not. But when I came to the battered Resistance, he was long gone. Dead, they said, or deserted. I stayed, for I had no reason to return.

And there he was, right when I finally stopped expecting him to be there. Like a mirage, I did not believe it was him at first. Struggled to recognize him, even. Not due to age, or change, but like a fog settled across my mind when my eyes fell upon him. Memories that I couldn't believe I'd ever forgotten came back. But then, his eyes met mine from across the Reach. And there was nothing there at all. He passed right over me.

[manga-meow]

[keysmanydudes]

lol remember the wip I posted in may

(I didn't touch it at all it's the same as when I left it)

thumbnail res is bad I advise to click on them

x

[fanciful-wonderland]

Raaxo Amnesia version complete! This is for my Sona because cringe is dead and I've killed it. She has a general ref design too that I will post.

Also, tell me which colour you guys prefer? The first is her actual ombre colour, third is more red [which I was thinking] and the second is purple since purple is one of her main colours [along with red and pink tbh]

Commissions open, you can find them here!

[kindaorangey]

idk why it's taken me this long to think about it like this but the real reason i don't like 70s/80s era DM in the show timeline is because it's cheating. and i don't mean infidelity, i mean it's a cheap way to cut around all the issues armand and daniel have with each other in the modern day. like it's a massively difficult thing to write these characters getting from point A (armand's life being ruined by daniel and daniel hating armand/being highly distrustful of him) to point B (a sincere romantic relationship) but if you invent a Secret Romantic History That Daniel Forgot But Will Remember then it's a piece of cake for them to forgive each other. but no! i say no! i want the writers to put the work in!!!!