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[unboundtravels]

"It seems like I've made matters worse." - lennox&one

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 | 𝘈𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 @xcedia

Lennox is sitting against a bench, her back turned toward the older woman. Together, the two stand outside a POLICE BOX sitting on the edge of somewhere distant and far away. Her hands grip her coat lapels, and she quietly looks off towards a distant peak, somewhere far away. She stands there awkwardly, silver hair spiked from a bedhead look she can never tame. Her face is caught in a more numb, yet still ever-perpetual scowl. Although she isn't scowling at anything in particular, her face just looks like that. Absent and always observant, eyes narrow and rigid, brows squeezed low in an almost intimidating manner. Like her guard is always raised.

However, her guard starts to chip a little bit at the sounds of sniffling that Lennox makes whilst her back is turned toward The Doctor. Again, very awkwardly, The Doctor fidgets in place very softly, almost timidly. She swallows a lump in her throat, rendered speechless by the very blatant sign of trust Lennox is placing in the elder by showing such vulnerability. It suddenly renders The Doctor ashamed of any prior outbursts made at her throughout the day. The breakdown paints a specific picture for The Elder

What started as a mild curiosity in an ordinary junkyard has spun into some great and wild cosmic adventure. Suddenly, The Doctor isn't quite sure she's truly realized just how much emotional strain Lennox and Niko go through on a daily basis. Or Stella for that matter. The Doctor exhales quietly and makes a reply in the form of a very awkward clearing of her throat. "A-herhm... Yes, Quite... Well..." She suddenly winces, "I mean! Well, no not quite." She sighs, frustrated by her own nerves, but she eventually sucks in a deep breath to prepare herself... and circles over to sit next to Lennox on the bench.

"No, my dear... It seems once again... perhaps I have... rather gone and made a muck-up of things, too." She scowls at the sky and shakes a fist lightly before her frown melts into a rather forlorn and sympathetic one. "All of this is my fault, my dear." She looked down at the ground for a moment, gripping softly at her thigh. "I should... never have forced you and Niko to... have to uproot your lives like that." She curled her fingers slightly as if she was gripping lightly at the air... before she made full fists and rested them against her knees. "I don't... quite know what came over me... except that... maybe I was afraid." She finally looked toward Lennox, slightly pouting.

"Stella and I... have... lost the right to return to our home. A choice I made for the both of us and I'm sure Stella resents me for..." She assumes feelings she can not back up, but clearly shows regret at such a statement before showing some somber determination, "But... There... was no choice in the matter. Perhaps one day we will return, perhaps." The Doctor cries out softly before resting a fist against her chest, "Whatever our many variety of reasons for leaving were, though..." She explains, before looking down and sighing heavily. "It was no excuse."

"No excuse to uproot either of you from your very lives." The Doctor looks towards Lennox finally, resting a hand on her shoulder softly. "I'm... sorry for that." She used her free hand to make a fist between them. "But... Now, I must no longer be scared of the mistakes I have made, because now I am confident in my new choice... my new goal;" Her gaze softens, "To return you two home.... and in order to do that... I must be brave, confident of myself and my choices..." 

She holds her free hand open, smiling softly.

"Be brave with me, my dear."

[possamble]

oh they super understood the assignment this time holy shit

[steveyockey]

no but I’m still pissed tumblr destroyed prev tags even on mobile because tags themselves are maybe one of the most interesting features of tumblr specifically BECAUSE the user base uses them not just for sorting posts (which doesn’t even work anyway SO) but for having conversations without having to add information or commentary into reblogs that clog up the post itself and intrude onto the space of the original poster. like it was a commentary track you could trace back to full conversations between sets of different people and they decided to just pull the plug for no good reason. I’ll never understand it

[fcstellae]

almost christmas means it wasnt christmas is so funny bc we play it like an offhand joke every year but this is a triumphant moment for phoenix. just when all hope is lost- when everyone (including edgeworth himself) believes in edgeworths guilt, phoenix is able to find ONE THING that pokes a hole in the entire case. the dj said hey, its almost christmas when larry heard the gunshot. almost christmas means it wasnt christmas.

[colibriskitea]

I’m so normal, I’m so so normal, broppy makes me very so normal

[happyfoxx-art]

Happy Friday! AFTERMATH: Family Meeting 1 PREV | NEXT | FIRST

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

[naamah-beherit]

I'm begging y'all, put at least minimum care into how you present your fics to the public.

"idk man you name it im tired" as a title tells me you didn't care.

"This is STUPID" in the tags. Okay, I won't read it then.

"I don't know how to do tags" tells me you didn't bother taking one look at any page in the archive to see how others tag and use it as reference. Or, you know, you could have asked, too.

"idk if this is trash, bc I worte this in the middle of the night bc idrk" in the summary doesn't really encourage me to open the story.

3 lines of tags on a 4k monitor, none of which are actual searchable tags but a stream of consciousness about the author's sleeping habits and music preferences, tell me you don't know what your story is about if you can't give us 2-4 main tropes and themes. Also, this isn't tumblr, come on mate.

"I hate myself for this fic" okay? Why did you write it then if it brought you discomfort? Moreover, why did you post it???

"Why Did I Write This?" well, hobbies are about joy and fun, if writing doesn't make you happy then maybe it's time to look for something else to do in your free time? No point in making yourself miserable.

"The Author Regrets Everything" paired with more self-deprecating tags suggest I better not bother opening the fic because it clearly made the author miserable and why would I be miserable as well?

"killing myself rn" please get help.

0 additional tags is better than that. Writing and sharing fics should be an act of care, not anguish.

[critter-of-habit]

Live action Ahsoka is growing on me but the short lekku are not 😌

[hccupit]

harry du bois

[backwzzds]

can we talk about how konig would be someone who’s quiet when he gets jealous…then when y’all get home he js absolutely goes HAMMMM….

the way i got so excited to write this…it’s actually way longer than i intended but idgaf! part 2 soon 😏

NO BC YOU LITERALLY WOULDNT GET HOW HE’D BE SO QUIET LIKE ???

“papa, i don’t understand what i did wrong,” you’d frown at your man with an annoyed whine. könig, who was a whooping 6’10 would only give you a heavy grunt in response. you’d be on the way back to his car from the mall, dozens of your victoria’s secret and H&M bags held in his visibly large hand. the moment könig reached before you (with help of his tree-like long legs anyway), he opened the door for you, the balaclava on his face making his features ten times harder.

no matter how mad the big bear was at you—or more so, what you happened to get yourself involved in—he’d never disrespect you. anything other than sexually, at least. stepping on the custom made step for your smaller figure, you slide into the huge seat of his completely blacked out bmw suv, allowing him to shut the door behind you. you nearly jump at the visible shake of the car beneath your bottom.

you play with your curls as könig carefully sets your bags on the floor behind your seat. because his was set all the way back to accommodate for his long legs, your seat had the better amount of space for your things. when könig finally got back in the car, he immediately started it, causing the monsterous growl of his deleted muffler to come alive.

and he wouldn’t even break a sweat at you !!! you’re over here going over all your actions for the day, step by step, and all könig could think through his mind was what positions he was gonna force you in when you two got back home.

the sound of könig’s car matched the energy that was coursing through his veins. he know you didn’t do anything wrong; not intentionally at least. but the selfish ass part of him wanted nothing more than for your pretty little ass to sit in the passenger’s seat, overthinking on what the fuck you possibly could have done to rile him up this much.

the ride home is everlastingly silent as the small of your voice breaks the thick tension, “baby,” you don’t know how to further articulate your words. “i know you’re mad at me. i wanna fix it, but i can’t it you won’t talk to me. and you’ve been dead ass silent since we been in the mall.”

könig keeps his cool, though. he knew his silence was practically eating at you alive, shaming you with guilt for something you didn’t even intentionally mean to do. but with the way your pretty body sits in the black skims dress you’re in, accompanied by your black and white dunks—his eyes could practically frame your nipples right through the see through fabric, and he was sure that fucking doorman at victoria’s secret could have as well.

you keep talking. “was it the dude at VS? i swear, i made it very known that you were my man and—“ your words are endless blabber to him as the disgusting and pervasive thoughts cloud könig’s mind.

he looks so sexy in his balaclava, protecting his face from the harsh upcoming winter temperatures. he’s sported in an all black outfit, helplessly matching yours. anyone who saw you two together would automatically know that was your man. i mean duh, he walks around with his hand on your ass protectively 99% of the time.

when you get the sense that the brute isn’t listening to a fucking word you’re saying, you let out a frustrated sigh and turn your body away from him. but the sudden placement of a large hand on your knee takes you by surprise as you eye the man who’s ice blue eyes refuse to falter from the darkening road before you.

the moment könig pulls up in the driveway of your shared home, you can’t help but twiddle with the polish on your acrylics. anxiousness is bouncing off you, and könig could tell. you turn your head and open your mouth to speak, only to be cut off for the first time that night.

“go inside.” könig’s voice is very low, but you don’t miss the command in it. there’s no emotion behind the dark eyes of his balaclava. usually you could decipher exactly what and how he was feeling, but in the moment—

“kö—“ your boyfriend’s snow blue eyes harden at your talk back. with softer features, you whisper, “will you be inside?”

“soon. need to make a call first,” you watch him pull out a fresh cigar pack. “be ready for me when i get in.” you open your mouth to talk back again, but wire it shut when könig lovingly grabs your face. leaning in so the pink of his lips ghost over your full brown ones, he whispers, “now, mama. i won’t ask again. can you listen to that one thing for me?”

with a small gulp, you give him pretty doe eyes, feeling between your legs tingle at his masculinity radiating onto you. in the most confident voice you could muster up, you nod your pretty head at him. “yes daddy.”

könig gives you a nod of approval and runs his hand along the curve of your ass. “good girl. go on, liebling.”

you exit the huge car, already getting idea of what was to come when könig came back inside. with a heavy heart, you head upstairs to your room and slowly begin undressing, hoping that the slower you went, the more your punishment would be delayed.

your hopes were proven to be false the minute you were completely naked and turned around to see könig leaning against the threshold of the door, silently watching you.

you jump in fear at the sudden sight in front of you, but feel your heart beat calm down when könig strolled over to you. naturally, your head tilted backward as a way to get a full view of his face. his balaclava remained on, so you knew he was still upset about the events from earlier.

könig takes his large hand and rests it on your cheek, giving it a comforting rub. “you know i love you and respect you more than anything on this earth, right?” the brown of your skin instantly heat up at his words as you slowly nod your head at his sudden expression, unsure of where he was going with his words. könig��s lips can’t help but lightly turn upward into a small smile. you had no idea what was gonna come.

“good. because for today, libeling, i’m gonna fuck you like you mean absolutely nothing to me.”

[sketchy-tour]

Beta playing pool beta playing pool beta playing pool beta-

ANYWAY! I brain rotted about this idea for a hot minute! Take these beta doodles. Putting them in your hands. Now I can properly beam Beta playing pool into your minds with a visual! Enjoy

[puppyboygf]

really neat how the community labels feature quickly became a way to harass trans people, particularly trans women, instead of a way to warn people about actually mature subject matter

[acemdzsfan]

oh shoot.

I just realized that I was the aromantic outlier in my psychology class that my professor was Not prepared for.

[ohitslen]

Kiss gun!

Based on this tweet!

[strange-aeons]

See him face :)