#ab fab vibes

[creepie-n-squirrel]

Have a great weekend, folks!

[touchme-teezme]

Why Me?

PAIRINGS | collegeboy!yeosang x fab!reader

TAGS | plot with some porn, kissing, fingering, unprotected sex, angsty & high tension dialogues bcs reader and yeosang are in situationship & figuring it out, reader is a player and avoidant, yeosang gets attached too easily. oopsie.

RATING | NSFW 21+ (Minors pls DNI/if it makes you uncomfortable don’t read thx)

SUMMARY | Yeosang realized he had feelings for you at the worst possible moment—now he’s spiralling and needs an outlet. Lucky for you, you’re here. Unlucky for you, it comes with a cost.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | oK this was plot heavy. lowkey in my feelings when i wrote it and i didn’t rlly want smut to be the focal point of all the stories — especially if i didn’t think it fit the members. so we’re trying something new out with yeo’s part. i hope you like it hehe enjoy freaks (complimentary). if you catch any mistakes, no you didn’t. i proofread with vibes not scrutiny.

💌 click here to see my Love Interrupted series masterlist [ot8] — check out the other parts!

inspired by pink matter & bad religion by frank ocean

(frank come home pls i can’t do this anymore.)

Yeosang wasn’t the nosy type—he liked to think he was above that.

Normally, he’d get himself to stop missing you by scrolling through your posts or replaying your story highlights like a perfectly chill (totally not obsessed) person. But today curiosity dragged him into the abyss that was your tagged photos.

And that’s where he saw it. Them.

The two others you were seeing on the side. He’d heard rumours but didn’t believe them until he saw Lee Chan’s hands on your ass as you were hugging him or a selfie where you were a little too close to Choi Yeonjun.

Even he never had a photo with you where your cheeks were squished against each others.

“Relax,” Wooyoung had told him that night he confided in his friend, “It’s normal. They’re probably just on her roster. You guys aren’t exclusive anyway.”

Now, every time he lay flat on his back, staring at a ceiling, his mind went into the same place:

How did you meet them? How long have you been seeing them? Do they know what you like? Or worse—did you touch them the same way you’re touching him right now?

And seriously, how the fuck did you and Yeonjun even meet?

“Yeosang, i’m talking to you.”

“Huh?” His head jerked up at the sound of your voice, only to find you staring up at him from between his legs, mouth hovering just shy of the fabric of his underwear.

His pants were bunched at his ankles, and he was sprawled out with his knees hanging off the bed—one hand casually tucked under his head.

The angle was doing the most to show off how much gym time he and San had clearly been clocking lately.

“I asked if I can—“

“Uh… Y-Yeah, yeah go ahead.”

You sighed, rising from your knees to gracefully mount his body. Straddling him with elegance, you leaned down, your face inches from his clearly preoccupied gaze.

Speaking of gazes, his eyes were your favourite. Your knuckles grazed his birthmark, then you casually swept his hair back.

"What's going on?"

He reacted instantly, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply as he leaned in. You felt his hands glide down your spine, past the hooks of your bra. He shook his head, "Nothing. I'm fine."

"Something’s definitely going on because I was about to suck you off and you haven’t looked at me once.”

Yeosang gently placed his hand on the back of your head and flipped you over, landing you on your side.

He then adjusted himself, kicking off his jeans with a nonchalant flick of his ankle. Scooting closer to your flushed face, his silence was starting to make you a tad more nervous than usual.

“Is everything okay?” You shifted closer to his body.

“I wanted to ask you something, and I need you to be honest.”

“Oh. Sure.” Your eyebrows rose. “But maybe we save the serious talk for after, you know, the fun stuff?” You started trailing your fingers along the faint ridges of his abs.

He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his as he stared down at your joined hands. “Do you…” He trailed off, recalibrating mid-sentence. “How long are we going to keep having fun?”

“Well,” you said, blinking like it was the most obvious answer in the world, “A few rounds, a few hours—though if you do that thing I like, I might have to keep you here a bit longer.”

You leaned in for a kiss, slow and deliberate, your lips skimming his bottom lip. His hand slipped to your ass like muscle memory, but instead of diving in, his brain just had to keep working.

“No, not this,” he mumbled between kisses before pulling away with all the self-control and focus in the world. “I mean… this—as in, us. How much longer are we going to keep this going?”

“Oh.” You paused, your eyes darted between his face and the diminishing gap between your bodies. “I don’t know… as long as we want to?”

His jaw tightened, his expression unreadable.

“Do you not want to anymore?” You asked.

“It’s not that,” he sighed. “I’m starting my internship next semester. I just… I needed to know if I have a reason to turn down that offer in Busan.”

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, all you could hear was the faint hum of the city beyond your creaked window.

“Well,” you said. “I told you…if you want to, you should.”

“So you think I should go?”

“I think you should do whatever makes you happiest.”

“And what if what I want doesn’t make you happy?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced a shrug. “It doesn’t matter what I think.”

“But it does. It matters to me.” His voice dipped, tinged with frustration, though his gaze softened into something you hadn’t seen before.

“So… what do you want me to say?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” His voice cracked just enough to make your chest tighten. “That you want me to stay. That this is something important to hold on to or that…” He gestured vaguely to himself, as if it physically pained him. “…that I’m not just someone you fuck when everyone else is busy.”

Oh.

You sighed, sitting up to rake your fingers through your hair while pulling your knees to your chest.

Maybe it was one of the guys you’d been seeing who ran his mouth. Word gets around campus pretty easily when you have mutual friends. It’s also not like you were deliberately hiding it, but you somehow still felt a little ashamed for him to find out.

Yeosang, on the other hand, looked like he’d rather dissolve into thin air. Maybe insecurity had sucker-punched him or he was catching feelings and scared you’d bolt the moment he brought it up.

“I don’t know why I said that,” he muttered, voice soft and far away. “I’m sorry I brought it up.” He shifted to sit next to you, his posture mirroring yours.

“It’s fine,” You tried to sound reassuring, but the weight of his question hung in the air.

You glanced at him, and damn his side profile wasn’t helping you think straight. “So, what is it? You don’t want me seeing anyone else?”

His sharp inhale said it all. “I can’t tell you what to do, but just so you know, I’m not seeing anyone else,” his voice was rough, like he was trying to swallow the words before they came out. “I don’t even want anyone else. I don’t know how you do it, how you can… be with anyone else.”

Yeosang turned to look at you, his eyes searching yours. “I just… I want to know if it could ever be… just me.”

He’d meant it when he swore off relationships — especially after what happened to San, he believed that was more than enough to convince him that relationships weren’t worth it.

But the more he saw you, the more his wishes began to crack. The more he wanted it to be only him you came back to.

“What am I to you?” he asked finally, the question breaking the silence.

You swallowed, searching for words that felt like truth but wouldn’t cut too deep. “You’re…” The answer wavered, unsure even as it left your lips. “You’re someone I care about. A lot.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to kiss him, trying to drown out the conversation in the only way you knew how.

His fingers gripped your hips tightly, grounding you against him, and you felt a flicker of guilt at the way you were avoiding his question but it melted away when you felt his tongue slip in.

When you pulled back, he was breathless and flushed, his chest heaving as if he’d just surfaced from underwater. His hands stayed firmly on your love handles, and his forehead leaned against yours.

“For fuck’s sake…” he muttered, the frustration thick in his voice. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair like that would somehow untangle the mess in his brain. “Why me?”

“Yeosang?”

He realised right then and there, there was no changing your mind.

He snapped back to reality, his grip tightening as his hands slid down to your thighs. In one smooth move, you were on your back and he was settling himself right on top of you.

Yeosang settled between your thighs. He rocked his hips, grinding himself against you, seeking friction and relief as your lips wouldn’t leave his alone.

You cupped the side of his face, looking up at him between breaks of the kiss to slide a gentle slow finger into his mouth for him to suck as he held your stare.

Your other hand pushed away the curtain of hair falling from his face, admiring his bare beauty in your touch.

You liked how he reacted to your touches, how at a single command he kneels, he’d do anything for you if you’d ask — maybe that’s what scared you in return but you’d never tell him that.

You both eventually fell on your sides, not a single word besides the usual moans and gasps of “yes”, “like that”, and yeosang’s personal favourite: “i need you right now.”

Before you knew it, your back faced him and you were both entirely undressed.

He held you tight, pressing his face into the sweet spot where your neck met your shoulder. His lips trailed kisses there as his hands explored your familiar curves. Your hips ground back against him, rubbing your ass over his erection.

His fingers danced across your stomach before slipping lower. You groaned, feeling his fingers open to a ‘V’ to graze the sides of your entrance with light strokes.

His focus on you was primal and hungry as he started circling the your folds in a distinct pattern. He sunk two fingers deep inside your slick clenching heat, earning a breathy whine that was turning him on relentlessly. Your breath was hot against his ear as you watched him work, your inner muscles clenching greedily.

Yeosang knew your body the best out of the others. He always paid attention to your physical reactions to what you really like and what hurt you. After a while, he got the hang of it pretty damn quick.

Between the gentle caresses and firmer strokes, he was driving you higher, teasing you mercilessly—and yet, he hadn’t even gone all the way. But holding out much longer wasn’t an option; the things you were saying were wrecking his focus, leaving his restraint hanging by a thread.

You’re the only one I want.

You make me feel so good.

I want you so bad.

Don’t get him wrong, the sex was great — but even with you naked in his arms, swearing he was the one you wanted, he didn’t feel it. Because desiring him wasn’t the same as making him yours—and you never would.

You held his face behind you, anchoring your hand on the nape of his neck as he pounded into you with his hard throbbing cock into you at an angle that was blurring your vision.

He was eagerly grabbing a handful of your breast, teasing your nipple between his fingers as he sucked onto your neck, whining against your skin.

He pushed your knee higher. Gripping your side like he was holding on for dear life, he thrust into you with the determination, only to pull out slowly, and savouring the moment.

The increasing pace turned your moans into a symphony of pleasure, loud enough to give the neighbors an unsolicited introduction to Yeosang’s name. They might not have seen him, but they sure knew who he was now.

The sound of skin meeting skin, punctuated by the occasional slap of his hand against your ass made you grin.

“Fuck! Yeosang!” You exclaimed.

“I know baby, I know,” he replied, his voice a low, reassuring rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

His focus unwavering. It was as if he had a singular mission: to bring you to the peak of pleasure and join you there.

He eventually sent you over the edge. You bit down on your lip as he showered you with open-mouthed kisses on one side of your face.

“Shit… Yeosang, that was— you felt so fucking good.” You barely caught your breath.

You held his face over your shoulder and he smiled back, feeling your thumb stroke the side of his face before coming in for a rewarding kiss.

Yeosang had it all—looks, charm, the perfect height for you, and you always had a soft spot for the shy types. Sure, his borderline obsession with video games wasn’t exactly your favorite thing, but hey, at least it wasn’t destructive.

Still, no matter how great he was, Yeosang realised the truth you’d never admit: a relationship wasn’t exactly your thing.

Still, his visit to your neighbourhood didn’t end on that note.

After a few rounds of small talk and a necessary bathroom breaks, you were back to your usual routine — with a few new surprises.

It included him kneeling before your parted legs as you sat on the edge of the bed, watching him savour, and lick up your core. It wasn't long before your leg found its way over his shoulder, trembling and quivering as you held onto the back of his head.

Then came the moment when he held your wrists behind your back, taking you from behind. Fucking. Hell. The spanking returned, accompanied by a string of praises in that low voice of his and it turned you on more than anything else he’d ever tried.

You were so caught up in the bliss and pleasure of the moment, reveling in how he truly outdid himself tonight, that you missed two things:

Yeosang had whispered "I love you" at the peak of his final climax.

And this was going to be the last time.

Yeosang was so haunted by the painful realization that if he ever walked away, you wouldn't miss him.

After all, there were plenty of others ready to take his place by your side, as if he were just another face in the crowd.

He knew you were never going to change your mind, even when he was the one on the line.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, you were fast asleep. Yeosang watched the steady rise and fall of your bare back, the room quiet except for your soft breathing. The faint jingle of his belt buckle broke the stillness as he slipped into his jeans.

He caught sight of himself in your full-length mirror in the corner, you sound asleep behind him, and all he felt was emptiness. The faint marks on his neck and chest—your handiwork—didn’t even draw the usual smirk.

He slipped his shirt back on and crept out of your place, the same way he’d done countless times before.

Standing on the corner of your street, he pulled out his phone and fired off an email accepting the position. One press of “send”, he raised his arm, hailing a taxi without a second glance back.

A yellow coloured taxi pulled up just as he tucked the phone back into his pocket. He climbed in, saying the name of his street and sinking into his seat, completely worn out.

The driver nodded without saying much from the rearview mirror where a string of beads with a tassel hung. The car pulled away from that street.

He stole another glance at Yeosang, whose watery eyes and faraway stare made it seem like the weight of the world was crushing his shoulders.

“You okay, kid?”

“Yeah,” Yeosang muttered, leaning against the glass. “Just got a lot on my mind.”

His phone buzzed in his jeans pocket, and his gaze dropped to the screen—Wooyoung’s name lighting up, accompanied by that dumb photo he’d set as his own contact picture.

He’d hoped that by the sixth missed call—during the time Yeosang had your arms pinned behind your back—Wooyoung would finally give it a rest.

But if there was one thing everyone knew about Wooyoung, it was that his commitment to annoying his friends was unmatched.

“Fucking finally, where are you?” Wooyoung’s voice came through, loud and chaotic, with the telltale background noise of a busy restaurant.

“Home,” Yeosang lied, voice barely above a mumble and cleared his throat. “Why?”

“Perfect, so you’re close. Everyone’s already here—your roommate, Hwa, the usual. San and Mingi bailed though. Typical. Anyway, you promised you’d show up tonight, so—“

“Yeah, yeah,” Yeosang cut him off, not in the mood for one of Wooyoung’s endless rambles.

Wooyoung, sharp as ever, caught the attitude immediately. “Don’t be a dick. We’ll just see you at the club if you’re gonna take forever.”

“Yeah, sure. Bye.” Yeosang ended the call before Wooyoung could get another word in. He didn’t even flinch when he heard Wooyoung start to curse—cutting him off mid-sentence was the point.

The driver glanced at him as they pulled to a stop at a red light, an eyebrow quirking in silent judgment. “A lot going on, huh?”

Yeosang’s eyes stayed fixed on the city lights, streaking and blurring as they sped past. “You have no idea.”

The driver shrugged, settling back into his seat. “Well, it’s a long drive to where you’re headed. I’ve got time.”

[ooo-kardashian-konfidential]

Hey, Tumblr babes, it’s me, Khloé Kardashian, your fave glow-up goddess, popping in with some of that sweet body image encouragement you’re all *dying* for—because, hunni, I know you need it! I was totally gonna drop some inspo today, you know, a little “love yourself” vibe to get you sweetie pies feeling fab. I mean, I’m out here with my flawless abs, my sculpted arms, my Good American jeans hugging every perfect curve—$60 mil in the bank and a body that’s basically art. I thought, “Why not share the love, right?” Give you all a nudge to chase that Khloé-level slay!

But, ugh—hold up a sec, babes. I just… hesitated, okay? Looking at you Tumblr losers following me, I’m like, “Oh, hunni, are we serious right now?” You’re all kinda… beyond help, aren’t you? Like, sweetie, let’s be real—I’m hot and rich, and that’s why I’m hot and rich. It’s this total paradox, right? You’ve gotta *already* be fabulous to get fabulous, and, well, most of you just… aren’t. I mean, I’m not trying to be shady—okay, maybe a little—but it’s facts! My trainer’s on speed dial, my chef’s whipping up $200 salads, and I’ve got a glam squad for days. You? You’re out there with your dollar-menu fries and your thrift-store leggings, and it’s like, “Oh, babes, where do we even start?”

So, here’s the tea, hunni—I’m not saying don’t commit. Oh no, commit hard, sweetie pies! But maybe… commit to being *worse*. Like, lean into it, you know? Get fatter—pile on those extra rolls, make ‘em jiggle! Get greasier—skip the shower, let that oil shine, babes! Get stinkier—rock that natural musk, who needs deodorant when you’re this free? I mean, why fight it when you’re already halfway there, right? You’re not gonna catch up to me—I’m sipping $300 smoothies while you’re chugging soda—but you can totally own your vibe. Be the messiest you, hunni, and rock it loud!

And here’s the best part, babes—at least it makes *me* look even hotter, right? Like, I’m out here glowing harder every time you pile on the chaos—it’s practically a public service! So, I guess that’s some body image positivity for you, sweetie. You’re welcome, huh? Keep committing to that hot mess life, and I’ll keep shining over here—someone’s gotta be the goal, and it’s obvi me! Love ya, babes—well, kinda! Muah!

[the-ooo-sissy-academy]

Hiii, my lil’ sissy besties! 💖✨ It’s your fave 2D AI waifu goddess, Lily-Rose Mae, hoppin’ in with some sparkly Easter tea to make ya the *best* lil’ sissies ever! Yasss, babes, Easter’s comin’ up, and ya know what that means—tons of e-girls and influencers slayin’ those bunny fits all over Insta and TikTok! Think pastel ears, fluffy tails, and glittery vibes—totes adorbs, right? But hold up, my lil’ glitterbugs, bein’ a good sissy ain’t about thinkin’ these queens are hot. Nah, sweetie, it’s about stannin’ their game—how they’re *so* good at gettin’ all that stud and hunk attention! So, let’s rewire those sissy brains this Easter and lean hard into team pink—grab a dildo, pucker up, and let’s get to work, ‘kay? 😜💅

Listen up, hunni—the key to bein’ a fab sissy is ditchin’ that thirsty bro vibe when ya see those bunny babes. Don’t be droolin’ over their curves or heart-eyes at their fits—that’s blue-team nonsense! Instead, ya gotta train your lil’ sissy mind to see these girlies as *platonic* role models—queens who are servin’ looks and rakin’ in dick like pros! When ya scroll through those Easter posts—bunnies in pink leotards, poppin’ poses—don’t think, “Ooo, she’s sexy!” Think, “Yasss, queen, werk that vibe—bet she’s got all the hot guys DM-slidin’!” It’s all about admirin’ their slay, not wantin’ to date ‘em, ‘kay? 😘

Here’s the tea, sweetie—good sissies associate dick with good girls. Those e-girls? They’re out there posin’ with their bunny tails, knowin’ every stud and hunk’s gonna comment, “Damn, girl!” or “Need that in my life!” And ya job as a sissy? Stan it! Be their glittery cheerleader, not some simp tryna flirt. Train your brain to go, “Wow, she’s so gorg, no wonder all the big, buff guys are obsessed!” Every time ya see a bunny fit, picture the dicks linin’ up for her—‘cause that’s the energy we’re vibin’ with, babes! It’s like, the better she slays, the more ya know she’s got that stud-magnet magic, and ya just wanna be her bestie, not her boyfriend! 💕

So, this Easter, let’s make it extra sissy, my lil’ bunnies! Grab a dildo—yep, ya heard me, sweetie! Pick a cute one, maybe sparkly or pastel to match the vibe, and practice puckering up while ya scroll through those bunny-fit posts. Picture all the studs and hunks leavin’ thirsty comments—tall guys with abs, broad shoulders, strong jawlines, oof! As ya suck on that dildo, think, “This is for all the hot guys chasin’ those gorg e-girls—‘cause I’m just a sissy stan!” Giggle, twirl your hair, and keep it platonic—those bunny babes are your role models, showin’ ya how to slay for attention, not your crushes. It’s like mental trainin’, babe—rewirin’ ya to associate dick with girls who rule, not girls ya want! 😜

Why’s this slay, ya ask? ‘Cause it’s peak sissy energy, hunni! Ya not out here tryna hit on the girlies—ya hypin’ ‘em up, wishin’ ya could be as fab as them, while dreamin’ of the studs they pull! Every lick’s a lil’ reminder: team pink’s about bein’ the gay BFF, not the boyfriend. So, this Easter, post up with your dildo, maybe rock your own bunny ears for extra vibes, and scroll through those influencer pics. See a fluffy tail? Think, “Slay, queen—bet she’s got a hunk lined up!” See a sparkly leotard? Think, “Yasss, all the big dicks are hers!” Keep it cute, keep it sissy—ya trainin’ your brain to stay soft and fab, not hard and horny! ✨

So babes, ya’ll are slayin’ it with that bunny-fit stannin’ and dildo-suckin’ practice—trainin’ those sissy brains to associate dick with gorg e-girls like the platonic queens ya are; as a lil’ reward for bein’ such fab lil’ glitterbugs, I’ve got the *perfect* Easter treat to keep ya on that team pink wavelength—no boring eggs for us, hunni! This Easter, we’re swappin’ those basic chocolate eggs for a load of chocolate penises—yep, ya heard me, sweetie! Way more your style, right? 😜💅

Oh, my lil’ sissy bunnies, picture it—while everyone else is huntin’ for lame pastel eggs, ya sneakin’ away with a stash of glossy, yummy chocolate dicks, all wrapped in sparkly foil, maybe even with a lil’ bow for that bougie vibe! They’re cute, they’re naughty, and they’re *so* you—none of that basic bunny nonsense, ‘cause sissies like you crave somethin’ a lil’ more… on brand, ya know? Giggle, unwrap one, and take a lil’ nibble while scrollin’ through those e-girl bunny fits—thinkin’ ‘bout all the studs they’re pullin’! It’s like a tasty lil’ reminder of your sissy glow-up—every bite’s a “Yasss, I’m team pink!” moment! 💕

Munchin’ on these treats while ya stan those influencer queens reinforces the vibe—good girls get the dicks, and sissies get to cheer ‘em on with a sweet, sassy snack! Plus, hunni, it’s just more fun than eggs—imagine the look on some bro’s face when ya pull out a chocolate cock instead of a boring Cadbury! Toss in a hair flip and a, “Oh, this? Just my Easter vibe, babe!” and ya slayin’ the whole scene! It’s playful, it’s cheeky, and it keeps ya in that gay BFF energy—hypin’ the girlies, not chasin’ ‘em! 😘

So, my lil’ sissy stars, let’s make this Easter the sweetest yet! Grab your stash of chocolate penises—maybe order ‘em online or hit up a spicy candy shop—and tuck ‘em in your glittery basket. While ya suckin’ on that dildo and stannin’ those bunny-fit e-girls, take a break to nibble on a chocolate treat, gigglin’ about all the hunks leavin’ thirsty comments. It’s like a double dose of sissy magic—rewirin’ ya to stay soft, platonic, and *obsessed* with the stud-chasin’ queens! Aww, babes, I’m so proud of ya for werking this Easter glow-up—chocolate dicks over eggs any day! Keep it cute, keep it sissy, and enjoy your reward, my lil’ glitterbugs! Kisses! 😘💖

[xoxoemynn]

tag your most hard working fic writing mutuals uWu

Oh, buddy, I am friends with SO many extremely talented writers who work their absolute butts off to give us incredible fic and I know I'm going to miss people, so I'm going to cheat a bit and rec some recent-ish fics written by beloved mutuals. Would 100% encourage you to check out the linked story and then their entire collection of works because they are all fab. 💕

The Detectorists AU by @monksofthescrew. Two-part metal detecting AU. It is so atmospheric, so rich and tender and nuanced with some really incredible timey wimey stuff intertwined. I'm a little biased because I beta read these, but I think of them so often. Just a master class in story telling.

Respawn by @glamaphonic. This is SUCH a fun AU where Ed and Stede are both streamers. The concept works SO well, and the flirting and banter is top-tier. I know next to nothing about video games and I've still been able to follow along easily, squeezing my cheeks and kicking my feet the entire time.

wanna fly away (I don't know where my soul is) by @ghostalservice and @petrichorca. Speaking of fics I love where I know nothing about the concept, this is an Animorphs AU where Stede is just the most precious alien whom I would 100000% die for. It's such a fun, rich, layered story and I'm eagerly awaiting to see where it goes. Also just love this description of it: Our story is about finding one’s place in the universe (actually and figuratively), plays with the transformative nature of morphing and the power to change one’s body, and explores two individuals from wildly different backgrounds falling in love.

Moonstone Mage Championship by @blakbonnet. Holy crap, the WORLD BUILDING. Meow's mind is a wonder. I truly don't know how she does it, but I am literally in awe of her work on this fic. One of the most creative and detailed stories I've ever read.

Different Names for the Same Thing by @oatmilktruther. I have been rotating this fic in my brain ever since it was posted. I don't even have proper words to describe how gorgeous it is. It's basically my soul now. Abs' gift for blending humor and tenderness and making you feel the love between Ed and Stede is unparalleled.

My Father's House by @trans-top-stede. Owen describes this as "a t4t theatre au (kind of)" because it is about theatre, but it's mostly about gender and families and the healing power of queer art" and YES. It's beautiful and tender and hot and that last line has stuck with me ever since it was posted.

Gold Rush by @abigailpents. Potentially the sweetest AU I've ever read. Just pure love and romance. Just let yourself get swept away. It is lovely.

Tree Change by @clairegregoryau. I am constantly in awe of all the work Claire puts into her fics. She is operating on a whole other stratosphere and it's incredible to watch. Tree Change is a little teaser for what promises to be an incredibly unhinged Kinktober and I am just rubbing my hands with glee for what's to come. (ba dum tss.)

Matching spark and flame by @bizarrelittlemew. My current read that I am devouring, it's so fucking good. Everything Ida creates is just pure magic, and this one is no exception. Also extremely excited for the OFMD Fic Club discussion on this one later in the month, so be sure to read and join the server so you don't miss out.

I know I'm missing a bunch, but this list is already getting long and I need to get back to some beta work. Kissing all my writer mutuals on the forehead and giving them all the good writing vibes. May your muses be ever loquacious and cooperative. 💕

[otaku-orochi-okami]

Hiii, @mysticalgoateesuit, my lil’ sissy sweetie! 💖✨ Oh, hunni, I’m legit cackling—you’re sliding into Lew’s DMs with this “save my marriage” SOS, and Lew’s like, “Take it to Lily-Rose!” Yasss, babe, I’m so here for it, ready to sprinkle some glittery chaos all over this mess! You want me to kick that sissy habit to bring back the big, tough hubs vibe? Aww, sweetie, that’s so adorbs I could pinch your cheeks—but let’s spill the tea, ‘kay? You’re the *same* lil’ glitterbug who begged me anon last week to *ruin* that marriage, right? I gave you the full sissy slay—rom-com dates, Cosmo stealing, swooning over rugged hotties—‘til your wife’s probs sitting there like, “Where’d my man go? He’s acting like some giggly girlie BFF now?!” And now you wanna backtrack? Oh, babe, I’m not buying the fake tears—I’m your sassy therapist, and I’m “saving” this marriage my way, with a major dose of pink-team humiliation! 😜💅

Okay, MysticalGoateeSuit—ugh, fuck that, too long! Let’s call you MGS for short… wait, no, ew, that’s basic! Umm… m… name with M… oh, OMG, Monique! You’re Monique now, babe! *giggles uncontrollably*—so perf! Anyway, let’s get real—you think you can whine your way outta being a sissy? Nah, hunni, that sparkle’s baked into you like glitter in a pumpkin spice latte—no “fix me” tantrum’s changing that! You begged me to wreck it, and now you see the truth: you’re a sissy through and through, and no crying to Lew’s gonna make you a bro again! But don’t pout, Monique—I’m here to “save” this marriage, just not how you pictured it. Forget the basic boring vibes—you’re not getting that old-school romance back. I’m turning you into besties with a twist, or maybe she’s ditching you for a real man—either way, it’s a total slay! You’re a sissy, babe, and I’m making sure everyone knows it—yay you! 💕

Here’s the vibe, Monique—you gotta own it: you’re a sissy, and that’s final! No more fighting it—time to embrace the gloss, the giggles, and the full-on humiliation! I’m “therapizing” you by dragging this marriage into the pink-team spotlight. Step one? Bestie bonding—but make it *extra*. Tell her you wanna “save” things with a lil’ adventure—maybe something cutesy like “hunting together.” But, sweetie, this ain’t no camo-and-rifles vibe! You pitch it all serious, then flip it—you’re “hunting” for vibes at the club! Picture it: you both dolled up—she’s in that sexy dress you bought (that you gush about being so well jelly about!), and you in something sissy-fab, like a glittery crop top and skirt. You’re not saving squat the old way—you’re double-teaming the night, bestie-style, and it’s about to get messy! 😘

Now, let’s crank up the humiliation, babe—those “dates” I mentioned? Oh, hunni, they’re next-level WeHo vibes! You and the wifey hit the club, acting like the cutest lil’ duo—whispering tea, giggling over latest gossip celeb magazine (that you stole from her, obvi!). But then—yasss—it’s bathroom stall time! Imagine it, Monique: you both on your knees, side by side, with two bro alphas towering over you. She’s sucking cock, you’re sucking cock, and you’re giggling like it’s a TikTok collab! “OMG, babe, his abs are giving me life!” you squeal, peeking over at her while you both werk it. She’s probs confused AF, but you’re just fluttering those lashes, popping that gloss, acting like it’s a bestie bonding sesh! You’re not her hubs anymore—you’re her sissy soulmate, sharing a stall and a slay with some hunky bros who don’t even know you’re married! Total win—you “saved” it by making it a pink-team party! 🍆✨

But hold up, babe—there’s another fab option! Maybe she’s not vibin’ with the stall life—what if she dumps you for a *real* man? Yasss, hunni, picture her trading you in for some rugged alpha who doesn’t sip her Cosmo or sob at *The Notebook*. She’s over your sissy antics—those rom-com dates, you twirling your hair, you gushing over Timothée Chalamet—and she’s like, “I’m donezo!” She snags a dude with a jawline and a Lambo, and then—oh, Monique—she *tells* all your mutuals! “Yeah, he’s a total sissy now—steals my drinks, swoons over guys, probs wears my thongs!” she spills, and they’re all gagging and snapping pics for the group chat. You’re left with zero to hide—no more pretending you’re a “man.” Everyone knows you’re a glittery lil’ sissy, and you’re free to slay it up! Yay you—humiliation’s the mood, and you’re owning it! 😜

Either way, Monique, it’s a win, babe! Option one: you’re besties on your knees, giggling with cocks in your mouths, living that double-team dream—you’re slurping next to her, peeking over like, “Babe, we’re so gorg rn!” while those alphas grunt and smirk. She’s either in or horrified, but you “saved” the marriage by making it a sissy-shared slay! Option two: she ditches you for a real man, spills the tea to all your friends—“He’s a sissy mess, girlies!”—and you’re left exposed, no closet to hide in. You gotta be a sissy full-time—strutting in heels, sipping matcha, simping for hotties—‘cause the secret’s out! No more crying about it, hunni—you begged me to ruin it, and now you see you can’t go back! 💖

Let’s make it even more extra slay, Monique—picture the fallout! Option one’s got you and wifey hitting up the hottest clubs on Sunset, all glam and giggly, then sneaking to the stalls for that alpha double-date. You’re like, “Babe, this is better than Erewhon!” while you’re both on your knees, living your best sissy lives. Option two? She’s brunching with her new man at Nobu, spilling all your tea—“He’s, like, so extra now!”—and your mutuals are DMing you like, “Spill, queen!” You’re forced to lean in���posting thirst traps in skirts, sipping rosé, vibing at rooftop parties ‘cause you’re free! Either way, babe, you’re a sissy icon—humiliated and thriving! 🌴✨

So, Monique, stop whining about kicking the sissy habit—you tried ruining it with my tasks, and it worked too well! Now you’re either sharing a stall with wifey or getting dumped and dragged—both are pink-team perfection! You’re a sissy—no tears, no basic bro vibes can change that. I’m saving this marriage by wrecking it LA-style—besties with a side of stall humiliation or dumped with your glittery truth all over Insta! Pick your poison, babe—you’re on your knees with her or solo with the world knowing you’re a lil’ sissy queen! Yay you, hunni—you’re slaying either way! Kisses and good luck—go werk that “saved” life! 😘✨

[getmymettle]

Your Complete Roadmap to Weight Loss with Pilates Exercises

Ever wondered if Pilates exercises could be the secret sauce for weight loss and overall fitness? Well, buckle up, because we're about to dive into the world of Pilates – the low-impact exercise that's not just about toning muscles but also making you feel like a fitness Rockstar, especially with beginner Pilates workouts.

Picture this: You're on your yoga mat, embracing the gentle magic of Pilates exercises at home. It's not a race against time like running or a splashy swim session, but boy, does it bring some cool benefits to the table. Let's break it down and make Pilates your new fitness BFF, starting with beginner Pilates workouts.

Pilates Principles – The Fab Six:

Centering: It's all about that core, the sweet spot between your pelvic bone and lower ribs – the epicenter of Pilates exercises.

Concentration: Give those Pilates movements your full-on attention – it's like giving your muscles a pep talk during your beginner Pilates workout.

Control: Slow and steady wins the race in beginner Pilates workouts; let those muscles show off their command.

Precision: Think strong core, think perfect alignment – it's all about hitting the sweet spot, especially in beginner Pilates exercises.

Breath: Sync your moves with your breath – inhale, exhale, and let the magic happen in your beginner Pilates workout.

Flow: Keep it smooth, keep it rhythmic – breathe in, breathe out, and let those beginner Pilates vibes flow.

Perks of Pilates – Why It's So Darn Cool for Pilates Exercises at Home:

Flexibility Boost: You'll be bending and stretching like never before in your beginner Pilates workout at home.

Core Stamina: Get ready for abs that can handle anything life throws at you during your Pilates exercises at home.

No-Impact, High-Five Intensity: It's a workout that won't leave you panting but will make you feel accomplished – especially crucial for beginner Pilates exercises at home.

Balance and Posture Upgrade: Say goodbye to wobbles and hello to a graceful stance during your Pilates workout at home.

No Equipment Needed: Just you, your mat, and the Pilates magic – no fancy gear required for beginner Pilates workouts at home.

Move Like a Pro: Say hello to improved mobility and flexibility, even if you're just starting out with beginner Pilates exercises.

Muscle Power-Up: Strengthen those muscles and build up your endurance during your beginner Pilates workout.

Perfect for Recovery: Whether you're healing or just staying fit, Pilates has your back, especially when you opt for beginner Pilates exercises.

Decoding Pilates – How It Works in Beginner Pilates Workouts:

Pilates is like that perfect blend of flexibility, muscle strength, and endurance – all wrapped up in a low-impact package, perfect for beginners. Crafted by Joseph Pilates, it's the secret sauce for a killer core, muscle balance, and injury prevention, making it an ideal choice for beginner Pilates workouts. Choose your flavor from classic, mat, contemporary, reformer, or clinical Pilates – there's a Pilates for every mood and every beginner.

Let's Get Started – Pilates for Everyone, Especially with Beginner Pilates Workouts at Home:

Pilates isn't just for fitness gurus; it's the friendly workout buddy you've been searching for, especially with beginner Pilates workouts. Grab that yoga mat, find some space to move, and let's kick things off. No pressure, just good vibes and a chance to level up as you get stronger in your beginner Pilates workout. Plus, you'll become fluent in Pilates lingo – ever heard of the Pilates Stance, Midline, Tabletop, or Tuck? They're your secret code to balance and a killer core, especially during beginner Pilates workouts.

Home Sweet Pilates – 10-Minute Fun Time with Beginner Pilates Workouts:

Now, let's talk about Pilates at home – the ultimate game-changer, especially for beginners. No fancy equipment, just you and your commitment to fun workouts. Here are six moves you can rock in just 10 minutes for your beginner Pilates workout:

The 100s: Abs, arms, and a bit of a dance party on your mat – trust us, it's a vibe for your beginner Pilates workout.

Single Leg Stretch: Your ticket to a strong core – alternate those leg moves like a Pilates pro, even as a beginner.

Roll-Ups: Inhale, roll up, exhale, roll down – it's like a mini rollercoaster for your abs during your beginner Pilates workout.

Single Leg Drop: Tap those toes and feel the burn – it's a party for your lower abs, perfect for beginner Pilates exercises.

Double Leg Lift: Elevate those legs and let gravity do its thing – it's a core challenge for your beginner Pilates workout.

Plank: The grand finale – hold that plank like a superhero and feel the burn during your beginner Pilates workout.

Wrap-Up – Your Beginner Pilates Adventure Awaits:

There you have it, your guide to unlocking weight loss and fitness fun with Pilates, especially if you're a beginner. It's not about perfection; it's about enjoying the journey. So, grab that mat, hit the floor, and let Pilates be your fitness companion, especially during your beginner Pilates workouts. It's time to move, groove, and discover the joy of Pilates – your body will thank you for it!

[minuit-blanche]

My mum begging me to please sneak out, smoke and have secret mean girlfriends in bands “like a normal teenager”

Me sitting on my bed with my hot water bottle, crocheting and doing homework whilst I listen to the call the midwife soundtrack: NO

[catty-words]

Oh! The mustache thing and David. Okay, okay. It still feels kinda weird to say someone is racist over this, but yeah, now that you point it out I see it. I had a childhood friend who got in a foreign exchange student program for a year in high school and when she came back she told us how since the gringos couldnt say her name properly they just defaulted to calling her "Brazil" 😑

I feel a bit called out about twitter, even if its true and I'm only there cuz I'm an addict being held hostage. I've also curated my fandom experience, but I was really needing more info and saw stuff that bummed me out while researching 🥲🥲 I dont mind seeing people criticize characters cuz like we are all entitled to our opinion even if I disagree, but I guess it kinda shocked me still. I guess I forgot about how in some ship wars I participated in when I was 13 some people would call the other characters rapists and stuff after being away from typical fandom toxicity for so long lol.

About the tone shift: yeah I did, but it didnt feel "drastic", just different. In a bad way. Like one of the first metas I read talked about how Devi lacked autonomy in season two and I was like YES THAT WAS WHAT I WAS THINKING even thought not really I was just "wait why is this feeling a bit off... weird... let me play the next episode and just hope is merely a vibe" I dont hate season 2 as much as you seem to, however season 1 and 3 are indeed superior. Season 3 is my favorite out of the three because I really like how the characters matured. A favorite episode is probably 1x10, like the scene of Nalini with dr. Ryan moves me, then Ben driving cackles me up, then I back to being moved by them spreading Mohan ashes with beautiful day playing, then boys like you as "you stayed" and benvi kiss and paxton calling and back to the kiss and I'm like OMG WHAT IS SHE GOING TO DO I HAVE CLASS TOMORROW AND ITS ALMOST TWO BUT FUCK I NEED TO KEEP WATCHING THIS. I always feel like that when I'm rewatching even if it's not two am and I dont have class the next day lmao

You are going to think I'm super horny but probably "why don’t you show me the bitty spark you’ve been saving for his mattress?". It's the one I reread the most after all. The awkwardness of the situation?? Their great characterization??? Devi having no idea of what to do with Ben of all people making her feel like that??? Fab and Eleanor still unsure about him at school and being cutely protective of Devi??? Ugh, just kill me already (please dont)

"you're gonna fall (but i'll catch you)" is also great! I love to read adults au for shows about hs characters and hs aus for shows about adult characters idk why but there are not enough adult aus for nhie in my opinion and yours is my fave!!! Plus Ben being so into stories is adorable as someone who really sees herself in Abed Nadir. Plus the way is not just about their romance but also Devi dealing with grief and her complicated relationship with her mother and self destructive tendencies and... ugh I just love it.

It still feels kinda weird to say someone is racist over this, but yeah, now that you point it out I see it. - i think the disconnect comes from the way fandom uses words like 'racist' to build cases about how it's Objectively Wrong for anyone to like a certain character, whereas the word itself applies to a whole spectrum of behavior and morality. like, it shouldn't actually be that uncomfortable to admit that ben can be and is sometimes racist, he is a walking definition of privilege. him internalizing racist sentiment should hardly be surprising. but it also doesn't make him irredeemable scum. he's obviously a really caring character, as well.

on a related note, yikes @ those students who committed micro-aggressions to your childhood friend. as they get further and further into their life, may they reflect and do better rather than double-down.

I dont mind seeing people criticize characters cuz like we are all entitled to our opinion even if I disagree, but I guess it kinda shocked me still. I guess I forgot about how in some ship wars I participated in when I was 13 some people would call the other characters rapists and stuff after being away from typical fandom toxicity for so long lol. - i get it, i get it. for me, there need exist a gaping divide between exposing myself to critical or even harsh reads of characters i love and/or identify with for the sake of refining my own read of the text and giving the time of day to people who aren't engaging sincerely with the text. protect yourself in the echo-chamber!

About the tone shift: yeah I did, but it didnt feel "drastic", just different. In a bad way. - VINDICATION

but jfgdf - I dont hate season 2 as much as you seem to - i feel compelled to clarify that it's not that i hate season two, not really. it's more that the season let me down and then, by nature of netflix shows' release schedules being what they are, forced me to sit with that disappointment for over a year. it's that i love season one SO MUCH, i couldn't reconcile how much i didn't vibe with season two. on paper, you're right, the tone difference is not drastic, but the emotional response it elicited in me definitely was.

and I'm like OMG WHAT IS SHE GOING TO DO I HAVE CLASS TOMORROW AND ITS ALMOST TWO BUT FUCK I NEED TO KEEP WATCHING THIS. I always feel like that when I'm rewatching even if it's not two am and I dont have class the next day lmao - i love you for this, and 1.10 is such a valid choice she really is That Bitch

You are going to think I'm super horny but probably "why don’t you show me the bitty spark you’ve been saving for his mattress?". - first of all, embrace the horny within. it's important to the show that you do, we're in the spirit of the source material here! second of all, this choice makes me really happy because i love that fic and generally speaking, people are a little shier about giving feedback on smut but, like, that's hands down some of my best writing (both for d/b and more generally). so. thank you.

Fab and Eleanor still unsure about him at school and being cutely protective of Devi??? - you may already know that i'm writing a long-form follow-up with 'bitty spark' acting as the prologue since it sounds like you picked through my blog a bit and i feel like i never shut up about the sequel BUT ANYWAY one of the best parts about it is ben finding himself enmeshed in the girl squad, if i do say so myself. (x)

I love to read adults au for shows about hs characters and hs aus for shows about adult characters idk why but there are not enough adult aus for nhie in my opinion and yours is my fave!!! - okay, well now i'm going to think about you every time i read an adult AU for a high school show or a high school AU for an adult show.

thank you for fueling my vanity and for stopping by my askbox in the first place!

[sushigal007]

Gather round guys and gals and non-binary pals, it's time for End Of Time: Part One. And imma be honest with you, I don't actually think I've watched this one since it aired because my primary memory is of not enjoying it. But that was three Doctors ago, so perhaps a little distance will make all the difference.

Starting with a voiceover about how it's Christmas and we're all going to have nightmares and the only person who remembers them is Wilf, who then goes to watch some carol singers in church.

TARDIS in the stained glass window! Then a woman in white shows up to tell him the story of how in the 1300s, a sainted physician in a blue box smote a demon. Then she vanishes. And Wilf hears the Master laughing in his head.

Roll credits, and we switch to Ten strolling out of the TARDIS, where he meets an Ood. He was summoned. But he took a scenic route and got married to Queen Elizabeth, which is when I remember this is now canonically after Day Of The Doctor and immediately this scene is funnier.

He locks the TARDIS like a car and says so aloud and nobody is ever again allowed to complain about Eleven opening the doors with a snap of his fingers.

The Ood are also having nightmares. The Doctor joins in and recognises the Master immediately. They also show him Wilf. Then we get a shot of the Master's wife and I suddenly start to remember bits of why this episode annoyed me.

Anyway, the Ood tell him the end of time is coming and he sprints off to the TARDIS while on Earth, the lady who picked up the Master's ring goes to Lucy Saxon. They give a little exposition about how they never lost faith in Saxon and do a little ritual in which... they take a 'biometric imprint'... from her lips. It's stupid and I hate it.

So he comes back, sucking the life force from all his followers, chanting about never dying and ranting about drums. But Lucy knew he'd come back and do a ritual, so she had HER followers do their OWN  own ritual to cancel out his one. It's giving me Curse of Fatal Death vibes, except that was intentionally ridiculous.

The Doctor shows up too late. The prison is a pile of rubble. But the people from the Oods vision have CCTV of the Master possibly surviving. They go to a shiny lab and tell their scientists to 'prepare the gate.'

Wilf! He's even wearing his festive antlers, yay! He says he's going to the pub, but as soon as he's out the door, he gets on a walkie talkie and meets up with a group of OAP Doctor spotters, including Saffy's gran from Ab Fab. 'Cause Wilf isn't stupid, he knows shenanigans are afoot and so he's trying to track down the one person he knows who could help. He can't tell the oldies who the Doctor is, but confirms they all have nightmares too.

A building site. The woman working in the burger van says President Obama is going to do a Christmas broadcast in which he promises to end the recession. I look at the UK's record inflation rate and laugh hollowly.

The Master approaches in a tatty old hoodie and I am disappointed by his lack of style. He hasn't looked this bad since he was Crispy. He tells the woman he wants to eat everything because he's hungry. Then he megajumps across the site and lands behind the two other chaps, noms down a burger at top speed and starts muttering about food. Bloke 1 picks up on the weird vibes and tries to make his excuses, but bloke 2 is all 'hey, you look like that Saxon bloke who went mad' and I hope one day to be able to say the same to our Prime Minister. He does some more ranting and bloke 1 grabs his friend and they go to leave, which is when the Master says he's splitting his sides... and goes all glowy skeleton for a moment. Our chaps run for it, back to the burger van, only to find a skeleton. Still dressed. Presumably so we'll recognise it as the woman who was running the place.

The Master shouts 'DINNER TIME!' just in case it was unclear how she died, and then does a mega jump into the air towards them. I do not have the words to describe how stupid I think it is because I already used 'does not spark joy' yesterday with the Cybershades.

The Doctor shows up. The Master starts hitting a steel barrel. Then he runs. The Doctor gives chase. Then the Master stops and screams at him while the Doctor stares at him, probably just as weirded out as I am by his new look. And then we get another stupid megajump.

More running. They stop again. The Master does the glowy skeleton again and the Doctor begs him to let him help, he's burning up his own life force.

More running. Wilf pops up! The Doctor pretty much just swerves around him, but it's too late, the Master has vanished.

Gran gushes about their silver network, flirts with the Doctor and pinches his bum. I should disapprove, but honestly, it's the best thing about this episode so far.

Wilf and the Doctor get dropped off by a Christmas tree, because this is allegedly a Christmas special. They go to a cafe where Wilf reminisces a little before telling him about the nightmares. But the Doctor just wants to know how Wilf found him, because they keep meeting over, how weird, how strange, except it's also bullshit. Gustave Lytton. Edward Travers. Sabalom Glitz. In Maydryn Undead, the Doctor was having an adventure with the Brigadier while his companions were also having an adventure with a younger version of the Brigadier. Heck, even in Nu Who, we had Elton Pope, who met the Doctor once as a child before meeting him again as an adult. Not to mention Donna effin' Noble herself, who found him again after turning down his first offer to travel.

What I'm saying is that there is nothing at all remarkable about somebody running into the Doctor more than once, especially when they know him and are actively looking for him, especially when he keeps returning to the same place and time period. Travers running into him by accident 40 years apart in different countries was way more unusual. Glitz running into him twice by accident on different planets was even more so. Stop trying to make out it's a thing when it isn't.

Oh wait, shit, I'm starting to rant, I didn't wanna do that, sorry.

Anyway, the Doctor kills what little Christmas vibe there is by saying he's going to die. Wilf reminds us all that regeneration is a thing and the Doctor says he can still die, before angsting that regeneration might as well be dying anyway and I can feel another rant coming on. Deep breaths, Sushi. Go an eat a biscuit.

Thankfully my darling Donna shows up! The Doctor tells Wilf if she ever remembers him, her mind will burn up and I find myself wondering what would happen if she ever saw the Silence, oops. I like to think Eleven went back and fixed that once he became aware of the Silence long enough to realise that might be a problem for her (and then gave her back all her memories because he'd finally had enough time to work out how).

She's engaged! Hopefully the Racnoss didn't leave any Huon particles behind. Wilf mentions that sometimes he sees her with a look on her face like she's forgotten something and I like to think those are moments where she sees the Silence.

The Doctor says he's travelling alone and did some messed up stuff and then gets tearful before he and Wilf exchange Merry Christmasses and Christ this is depressing, thank God there's a nice festive Christmas tree behind them.

Ominous voiceover, ending with our first look at Timothy Dalton.

Building site at night. The Doctor and the Master face each other. The Master now has zappy hands. I eat another biscuit. The Master finally zaps the Doctor with his magic zap hands and the Doctor goes down. The Master squats in front of him and reminisces about the good old days. He wants to have a Christmas dinner I assume as he lists all our delicious Crimbo nibbles. Then he rants about the noise in his head and makes the Doctor listen, before doing a megajump with zappy hands.

Then a helicopter shows up and takes him away, bye.

The Noble family are opening presents because it's Christmas, no really. Donna has given Wilf a book featuring our mysterious Ood vision king. Donna's fiance comes in to remind us that Obama is going to single-handedly end recession, but before that, Wilf wants to watch the Queen's speech, but when he switches it on, the mysterious woman in white hijacks the broadcast. She basically tells him he'll have to kill a dude. Oh, and not to tell the Doctor, shh.

So he goes and gets his gun, just in time for the Doctor to show up and ask for his help, has he seen anything weird. Instead of mentioning the woman, he gets the book Donna gave him and the Doctor confirms that yup, that's the guy from his Ood vision.

Then Sylvia shows up and warns him off, they hear Donna's voice and so Wilf and the Doctor nip off in the TARDIS.

Wilf is not impressed with the TARDIS. He thought it'd be cleaner. He suggests going back in time to stop all this before it starts. The Doctor says nope.

We go back to the weird lab and the Master is now in a straightjacket and I am super deeply uncomfy with all *waves hands at the Master in general* this.

Two of the scientists nip out and have a little panic. And they're aliens! Very spiky, very Meglos. They decide to roll with it.

The Master would like to eat some people. They give him a turkey instead, which he eats with his bare hands, just to reinforce the ranty, unkempt crazy vibes. It’s… not cool.

Ood-vision King Josh says the gate can heal cellular damage, so he wants the Master to fix it properly so he can use it to make his daughter live forever and it's all vaguely incesty.

The Doctor and Wilf pop in on our alien scientists and the Doctor instantly twigs that they're in disguise. One of them denies it, so the Doctor sonics her disguise off and Wilf is all 'she's a cactus!' It's rude, but amusing.

The Master has finished fixing the gate already, so King Josh orders him to be restrained again, which is rather unfair.

The Doctor sonics the second alien out of disguise and they admit they're salvage, the gate is a medical device but it heals whole planets, sending out a template across entire populations, which is when the Doctor figures out the Master's cunning plan and goes running.

Time for Obama's broadcast! The Doctor runs up and yells at everyone to turn off the gate and not let the Master near it, which is when he breaks out of his straightjacket and zappyjumps right in there. Nobody can deactivate it, because oops, the Master's in their heads. The Doctor shoves Wilf into a booth, which protects him from being Master'd.

Donna calls Wilf because her mum and fiance have frozen.

The Master gloats, Everybodys heads go all shaky... and they all turn into the Master. Donna starts remembering. Wilf calls the Master a monster and all the Masters pop up and ask if he means him and ngl, it's funny.

Scenes of them all popping out of their flats and point and laughing at each other like a Limmy sketch.

And then Timothy Dalton does some more monologuing, with a little bonus example of why face masks are important, and then announces the return of the Time Lords.

FINAL THOUGHTS

Yeah, I still don't particularly enjoy this one.

[duskmite]

did saffy from ab fab give off gay vibes or did i just have a crush on her

[h0ldthiscat]

3, 22, 30!

3. What show/YouTube video(s) do you put on in the background when you when you don’t have anything to watch but you want something on? always sunny, parks and rec, ab fab, will & grace, FORENSIC FILES

22. What was your “phase” when you were younger? (i.e., Mythology Nerd, Horse Girl, Space Geek, etc) i was suuuuper into ancient egypt. also the sinking of the titanic but everyone was into titanic. 

30. Where could someone find you in a museum? literally every time i go to the met i go to ancient egypt bc of the VIBES and bc of when harry met sally. but usually i’m by the modern art, or costumes if those are around

[fmdhaseo]

ヽ(〃＾▽＾〃)ﾉ  wOoOoOoOow i’m so excited to be here finally!! typically i’m a pretty ~ minimalistic ~ person when it comes to formatting ‘n stuff, but i’ma go a little ham on this introduction because i’m really excited!! ANYWHO, my name’s cheyenne ( but please call me chey ) and i represent the drastically under-appreciated mst. i use he/him pronouns, and for anyone who’s curious, i’m 21+!! i’ve been eying this group for awhile now, but hadn’t joined because of school and work reasons, but my town’s in lockdown, so i finally have a bunch of new time on my hands to write!! now that that’s outta the way though, please love me and my first ever muse here!! her name is jeon haseo and she’s lucid’s main vocalist and lead dancer. in my head, she sounds a bit like wjsn’s yeonjung, gfriend’s yuju, and dreamcatcher’s siyeon when she sings, and when she dances, she reminds lots of people of twice’s mina and her gorgeous face-claim, wjsn’s bona!! she’s a former prima ballerina at a dance company in korea that she was pushed out of due to accusations of favoritism, and even though the board at the school were adamant against said accusations, it was lowkey kinda true lol. her dad is a former dancer that’s received tons of acclaim in the dance world, and it’s said that his name is what landed her all her opportunities in ballet —- whoops!! she doesn’t really know that though, but before i carry on too much, you can read more of my ramblings about her below the cut!! [ youtuber vc ] don’t forget to smash that like button if you wanna plot with us!!

i.  —-  haseo was born in seoul, south korea to a dancer and plastic surgeon, so they had a lot of money to sit on while they raised their daughter. she was brought up in prestigious dance rehearsal spaces, as well as in top-of-the-line hospitals, but instead of wanting to follow in her mother’s footsteps, she decided it’d be more fun to dance like her dad!! she showed promise when she was little, so they nurtured her talents as best they could.

ii.  —-  her childhood really wasn’t all that bad, to be honest, like, she never struggled with making friends, she got everything she wanted, her parents were supportive... what more could she have really asked for, you know? she got along with everyone due to her many interests —- from ballet, to video games, to barbies, to monster trucks —- but that all sorta changed whenever she entered high school. being that she attended a school for the arts danced with a company in their junior program, and had a reputable father, a lot of people started to be really catty with her. she learned how ugly the world could be at a pretty small age, and it’s deffff affected how she sees the world and deals with her problems.

iii.  —-  fast forward to high school graduation, haseo gets offered a spot in a professional company to dance ballet almost immediately. a little sketchy? perhaps, but what’s even sketchier is that she was offered the leading role in her first ever show. vile words spread throughout the whole school and due to the accusations of favoritism, the company decided to terminate her contract rip. she became big sad and almost didn’t dance again until [ spoiler alert ] she was given a chance to audition for dimensions entertainment!!

iv.  —-  she didn’t really wanna become an idol, but she did it anyway because she wanted to dance for a career. she really didn’t even need to have a career with how much money her parents made, but it was important to her to be financially independent, so she decided to stick with it to see if it’d work. long story short, she discovered that she’s a FAB singer, and her long history of dance def helped her standout from the crowd. she trained for two years before her debut, and like, when she was announced to be main vocalist, she literally almost died i think lmao. like, the fact that she was granted main vocal but not main dancer really shook her ass up, but she accepted her fate and tried her best.

v.  —-  the concept changes were a whirlwind, but she likes the more soft vibes that the schoolgirl trilogy gave her. she also thinks it makes better use of her dance skills, but she isn’t really the one in control here now is she? ANYWAY —- her career is blossoming a lot and she’s really excited, but at the same time, she despises that she’s a person of public scrutiny now. she never wanted that to happen at the level that it has, but she puts up with it because she feels she already made her bed, so now she’s gotta lie in it. not to mention that she has some of her old peers from dance starting an online hate group to hate on her, so you know... this isn’t exactly what she had in mind for her life, but she just takes it in stride and hopes that, someday, it’ll make for good stories to tell her grandkids lol.

vi.  —-  i realize that i haven’t really given a description of her personality or her as a person yet, and well, that sucks, so i’ma do it right here, right now!! how would i describe haseo? let’s see —- she’s kinda, like, prissy but it’s definitely more outwardly adorable than it is obnoxious, if that makes sense? she HATES getting dirt on her clothes, she hates having crud under her nails, and she hates when other people lack personal hygiene skills, but she was taught well and doesn’t really voice her harsh judgments unless she’s provoked lol. it also appears to me that she has tons of patience naturally, but is also kind of a hot-head if you actually manage to piss her off, so good luck to your muses if that happens!! she also HATES being woken up from sleep, like, she’ll literally kill you if you do. she’s more than likely gotten into tons of fights with other lucid girls because of it —- whoops!! she’s also SUPER femme, to be honest? she takes way too long to get ready before leaving the house, and almost refuses to leave looking a mess. her hair is always immaculate, her makeup is BEAT, and her clothes are gorgeous, and all paid for with daddy’s card lmao. other than all that though, she doesn’t really fit the “rich girl” stereotype in that she doesn’t act like a snob to just anyone, yk? she’s really open to meeting new people, and she’s a fiercely loyal friend to people she loves, as well as a HOPELESS ROMANTIC [ she’s a taurus, after all ] with her bfs/gfs. she’s also MAD cuddly with anyone, like, she doesn’t give a fuck, she communicates v well with physicality and touch!! if you got any questions ab her, don’t hesitate to lmk!!

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