#anyway this is fine we know how that ends now

[rafeandonlyrafe]

interruptions

words: 1.4k

warnings: 18+ ony, smut, bratty!reader, established relationship, public sex, caught, unprotected sex, p in v sex, bully!reader we love a girlboss

“big party tomorrow.” rafe says, watching you braid your hair effortlessly just as you do every night.

“yup.” you say, only half listening as you tie the pink scrunchie around the end of your braid, matching with your pink silky pajamas.

“are you gonna have an attitude tomorrow?” rafe questions as you get into bed next to him.

“of course.” you roll your eyes before looking at him. “but you like my attitude, right?”

“mhm.” rafe places a hand on your hip, pulling your body closer to his. “i like it when you get all spicy, even if that means i gotta drain my bank account to get you happy again.”

“if you just listened to me in the first place you wouldn't have to pay me off to like you again.” 

“are you gonna let me fuck you tonight?” rafe asks, hand moving from your hip to your bum, giving it a squeeze.

“nooo.” you groan, flopping onto your back. “you should have told me you wanted to fuck before i showered!”

“i always want you baby.” rafe pouts his bottom lip out.

“well…” you sigh dramatically. “after the party tomorrow you can then. or maybe at the party if you actually listen to me.”

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rafe did everything right. he wore exactly the clothes you chose for him, got you your favorite drinks to pregame with, even put on your favorite songs in his truck on the way to the party.

“you've been such a good boyfriend today, rafey.” you coo, words slurring together slightly from how tipsy you are.

“yeah?” rafe smirks. “i get to smash then?”

“mhm.” you nod, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips, smearing your lip gloss over his mouth. “want you right here.”

rafe glances around the crowded patio. “how about the kitchen?”

“fine.” you concede, allowing rafe to stand first before he helps you up from the couch, swaying slightly in your heels.

rafe keeps your hand locked tight in his fist as he leads you into the house. 

“get out.” he growls at the couple already making out in the kitchen. you snicker as they quickly leave.

“my big bad boyfriend everyone is afraid of.” you laugh as rafe lifts you to set you on the countertop, quickly stepping in between your legs.

“you're not afraid of me.” rafe points out.

“nope, but you should be of me because if you don't fuck me right here right now, im breaking up with you.”

rafe knows it's not a serious threat, but he wouldn't risk it anyways as he leans in, capturing your mouth in a kiss.

his hand drops between your legs, diving underneath your skirt as you spread your thighs. rafes fingers delve underneath your panties, feeling your wetness that is already building.

“fuck.” you curse, head tipping back.

“gotta be quiet baby.” rafe warns before you can even moan. “don't wanna get interrupted, do we?”

“mmm.” you hum, trying to keep yourself quiet. “fuck me, come on. if i wanted you to finger me i would have told you to do that.”

“okay, okay.” rafe shakes his head, a smile on his face. he's truly met his match with you.

rafe moves your body along the counter until your back is facing the entryway. he carefully undoes his pants and pulls his cock out, keeping them up on his hips in case anyone comes in.

rafe pushes your skirt up, smirking as he pushes your underwear to the side and lines up with your entrance.

“kiss me.” you say, tugging on his shirt. “im gonna moan, you gotta kiss me.”

rafe covers your lips, swallowing your sounds with his mouth as he sinks inside of you.

rafe keeps kissing you, getting lost in your lips as his hips swing back and forth, steadily fucking in to you. your arms wrap around his shoulders and to anyone just walking past the kitchen they'd likely just think you were making out.

“harder.” you moan against his lips. 

rafe wishes he could push you back against the counter, to undress you and splay you out like he really wants to, but you are at a party after all, and then rafe would have to punch everyone who saw you in the compromising position.

“i got you baby.” rafes hands dig into your hips, pulling you even closer to the edge of the counter as he pushes into you harder, feeling the way your cunt squeezes around his cock.

“oh, that's it.” you moan, tucking your head into the crevice between his shoulder and neck.

rafe wraps one arm around your waist, holding you up as you start to wither, focus moving just to your pleasure instead of keeping you both somewhat covered.

“so tight and warm for me baby.” rafe says, large hand spreading over your back, feeling the soft material of your dress.

“you feel so good.” you whine.

“i know baby, i got you-” rafe loves the way you come undone when hes inside of you, the way your attitude disappears. he's about to praise you more when someone he doesn't recognize steps into the kitchen, probably some touron.

“get out.” he growls.

“just grabbing more beers.” the guys words slur together, obviously drunk.

“get out!” rafe shouts this time, not stopping the motion of his hips.

the guys hand halts halfway reaching to the fridge, eyes struggling to focus before widening in realization. “you two are fucking!”

he runs out of the kitchen, beers long forgotten.

“sorry about that princess.” rafe chuckles.

“just don't stop.” you bring your hands to grip onto his shirt, hands fisted in the material as he thrusts into your cunt.

“never gonna stop baby, your pussy feels too good.” rafe presses his head into your neck, pressing kisses against your delicate skin.

“leave a mark, please.” you whine. you usually don't allow rafe to leave visible hickeys, but you need it, need everyone to see that you're claimed as his, even if you do end up covering it most of the time with concealer until it fades.

rafe keeps his hips pushing in as his lips attach to your neck, sucking harshly before pulling back, watching the purple bloom right before his eyes.

“see, i told you someone was having sex in your kitchen!” 

rafe looks up to see the beer seeking guy dragging kelce through the archway.

“get out!” you squeal, turning to see kelces eyes widen.

“dude, that's rafe!” kelce pulls the guy away, leaving as quick as they entered.

“fuck.” you groan, tipping your head back.

“hey, it's okay.” rafe grunts. “kelce will keep everyone out. want you to cum for me.”

you pout at rafe, willing to ignore the first interruption but the second pissed you off.

“hey.” rafe says softly, hips slowing as he grips your chin in is hand. “can you do that for me?”

you take a moment before nodding, giving up your attitude as rafe begins to move again, thrusting harder, hands gripping your hips.

“oh, fuck!” you moan out.

“squeeze around me baby, that's it.” rafe encourages you, panting as he smashes into you.

“im-im close.” you barely have time to say it before your orgasm pushes through your body, back arching as you cum hard, shaking on the counter as rafe pushes into you, shoving his cock as deep as he can to release.

“fuck!” rafe groans.

“shit, that was good.” you pant, chest heaving up and down as you recover from your high.

“you needed that huh, baby?” rafe chuckles, carefully pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants before slotting your underwear back over your cunt, now wet with your juices and his cum dripping out of you.

“mhm.” you giggle, in a much better mood now.

“you wanna keep partying?” rafe questions. “or head home?”

“head home and cuddle.” you laugh softly. “but i gotta do something first.”

you slide off the counter, rafe following closely behind you as you stomp through the party until you set eyes on your target.

you grab a cup out of a girls hand, not caring that she protests as you walk over to the turon, turning the cup and dumping the alcohol over his head.

the guy sputters and turns around, now soaking wet. you just smile at him before strutting away.

“i really love you.” rafe says, wrapping his arm around your waist, leaving the game as the power couple you truly are.

“i know.” you smirk.

[evie-sturns]

kiss - Matt Sturniolo

summary: when your best friend matt invites you round for a late night hang out, it ends up in him confessing his feelings to you... leading to you kissing your best friend of 8 years for the first time.

contains: fluff, slight arguing, confession, making out.

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i've known matt since 8th grade, we met in science class where he spilt acid on my shirt. after that we became lab partners, then friends, then best friends.

9:34pm

"matt!!" i sing, opening the door to his bedroom and walking in. his gaze lifts from his laptop screen to me, his face lights up. he's wearing a black shirt with white detailing and some grey sweatpants, he's sat up against the pile of pillows on his bed.

"i missed you!" matt smiles, patting the spot next to him.

i jump on to his bed next to him and cuddle up to his sides, resting my head on his shoulder.

"how have you been?" matt exclaims, rubbing my shoulder as i instantly start talking,

in our friendship i've always been the talker, matt's a natural listener so it's an easy dynamic for us.

"guess what happened when i was drving here, this bitch flew on to the road on a scooter! i swerved so hard to miss her, and- and she was fully grown on a scooter!?" i scoff,

matt rubs his eyes with a laugh, "jesus christ." matt scoffs.

i look to my side at him, "like if i totalled my car dodging a middle-aged woman on a children's scooter i'd be so pissed." i continue, matt's in tears now, a stupidly wide smile spread across his pink cheeks.

i sigh, "anyways, netflix?" i suggest, reach onto matts lap and yank his laptop further up his torso. "yeah!" matt replies, he scrolls through netflix and picks out some rom-com

"a rom com? you're feeling romantic today," i tease, matt jabs his fingers into my waist, earning a scream from me followed by a loud giggle.

the opening scene to the movie starts, i cuddle closer to matt's side and wrap a leg over his thigh, matt goes tense and i subtly hear his breathing pick up.

"you okay?" i whisper, matt nods.

"matt why don't you talk to me about things, i've known you since we were 12 you can tell me stuff." i sigh,

"im fine- i'm okay." matt insists, his cheeks are flushed now.

"i know but you've been distance recently, and i don't understand what i've done wrong?" i mumble, pausing the movie and pushing the screen down.

"its not you y/n." matt states,

"then what is it!" i argue back,

"oh my fucking god do you not get it?" matt says, i sit up and look down at him, my eyebrows twisted.

"you are so- so gorgeous. everything about you is perfect and i'm sorry, i'm sorry if this ruins things between us but i'm completely obsessed with you, i really really like you and i have for much longer than i'd rather admit. so i'm sorry if i'm being distant but its painful to be around you without the constant need to fucking tell you- how much i need you."

my mouth falls open, i've always thought matt was cute, i've just pushed it away.

matt looks at me, scanning over my face as he breathes deeply, his eyebrows slanted upwards out of nerves.

"you mean it-" before i can finish my sentence matt cuts me off, "yes- i fucking do." he whines, running a hand through his hair as he sits up.

his laptop slides off his lap, i crawl over and sit on his lap while he props himself up on the headboard.

i grab his chin, making him look up at me as i get comfortable straddling him.

"you should've told me baby." i whisper, the pet name makes matt's eyes widen.

"because you've always been cute matt, just my type yeah?"

"dont lie please.." matt shys

i smirk before pressing our lips together, his lips are plush and soft, i've always wondered what they would feel like against mine.

"oh my god." matt breathes against my lips, my heart thumps out of my chest as i place a hand on his shoulder, rocking my hips against the fabric of his sweatpants.

matt glides his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for permission which i quickly grant. his tongue slips inside my mouth, fighting mine for dominance.

his ringed hands lace into my brunette hair, pushing my head further towards his.

his spare hand finds its way to my ass, pushing me against his lap harder, a pathetic whine escapes my mouth, matt chuckles against my lips before pulling away.

"don't get too worked up sweetheart." matt teases, i scoff

"shut up"

i lean back slightly, his face scans over mine "was that okay..?" he asks shyly like he wasn't just pressing me down onto his clothed cock 15 seconds ago.

"that was really.. fucking good." i laugh, laying down on his body and burying my head on his shoulder, i press small kisses on his neck, marking lightly.

"what.. are we?" he asks,

"what do you want to be?" i reply,

"you don't have to say yes- this is random but, do you want to maybe.. will you be my girlfriend." matt asks quietly,

i laugh slightly "you're so stupid matt,"

he goes silent, i give him a proper reply before he starts to panic

"yes, yes matt i will be your girlfriend." i smile,

matt grabs both sides of my face and smashes his lips to mine again, smiling widely against my lips.

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[your-averagewriter]

“I’m gonna marry this woman.”

Summary: Cooper has a job to get to and (y/n) ends up looking after Janey for him when Barb isn't free leading him to realise that she's the woman for him.

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: swearing, kissing, saying God not in the religious way (blasphemy I guess)

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Cooper wraps his arm around my waist as we walk through the park, Janey holding his hand on the other side. Cooper and I have been dating for over a year and at the start he tried to keep our relationship separate from Janey as he didn’t want to make it too overwhelming for her after the divorce but now it’s been a while since we were officially introduced.

“There’s an ice cream truck over there.” I point out. “Janey, do you want some ice cream?” I ask, looking over to her.

“Yeah!” She smiles.

“Coop, do you want one?” I ask and he shakes his head. 

“You girls treat yourselves.” He says and then a ringtone comes from one of his pockets. “It’s work, I’ll be right back.” He gets his phone out and looks at who it is before walking a little bit away.

“Come on, Janey.” I invite. “Let’s get some ice cream.” I say as she takes my hand, which always makes my heart warm a little. “What flavour would you like?”

She examines the board of ice cream flavours before announcing her choice. “Toffee, please.”

“Good choice.” I smile, before walking up to the ice cream stand and buying her toffee ice cream and a strawberry one for myself. “There you go. Don’t drop it.” I pass it to her gently as she takes it and we walk over to a bench, sitting down and waiting for Coop to finish his call.

“What’s daddy doing?” She asks, enjoying the ice cream.

“Oh, he just got a call from work, maybe a new acting role.” I say and she smiles. “He should be back soon.”

“Did you know I used to act with daddy sometimes in the ads he used to do?” She says proudly.

“Oh really? Wow, you’re a little superstar.” I smile, Cooper walking back over not long after.

“How was the call?” I ask, as he walks over. “Any good news?”

“Mixed. Mixed.” He repeats.

“What does that mean?”

“Well, the good news is they wanna hire me.”

“That’s great, Coop.” I interrupt, jumping to my feet and wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug with a bright smile.

“You haven’t heard the bad news yet.” He warns, pulling back with a slightly frown. “They need me on set in an hour to sort out some sizing and contract stuff.”

“What’s wrong with that?” I ask.

“I already called Barb and she can’t take Janey for the afternoon so I can’t go.”

“I could look after Janey for you.” I offer.

“I can’t ask you to do that.” He says.

“You’re not asking, I’m insisting. If you’re okay with it of course.” I smile as his hands find their place on my waist.

“If that’s alright…” He gives in after a few moments with a hint of a smile. “God, I love you, woman.” He says, pressing a kiss to my lips with a full grin now. “I’ll go check with Janey, if that’s alright. I’m sure she won’t have a problem with it, she adores you but I should anyway.” I nod, letting him go.

“I’ve got a job I gotta go to, sweetheart and mommy can’t look after you for the afternoon. Is it alright if I take you girls home and you stay with (y/n) for a little while?” She nods quickly with a smile, a resounding yes making Cooper chuckle.

“I think that’s a yes, (y/n).” I laugh.

“Let’s go then, we don’t want you to be late.” I say with a smile.

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“I should be back around 5:00, 6:00 at the latest.” He reassures me.

“Babe, don’t worry about it, we’ll be fine, take as long as you need.” I press a kiss to his cheek. “Good luck. We’ll see you later.” I press a kiss to his other cheek and wave with Janey as he drives away. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go inside. What do you wanna do?” I ask, taking her hand as we go inside. 

“I wanna show you my room and my stuff.” She drags me towards her room, picking up various toy cowboys and horses that they ride. “You have so much cowboy stuff? Does your dad buy them for you?”

“Yeah. We’ve got matching cowboy outfits.” She says before diving into her draws and pulling out two matching outfits, one clearly an adult’s size whilst the other fits Janey. She begins to put it on above her clothes and I drop the cowboy hat on her head gently. “You should put daddy’s one on so we can match!”

“Really? You don’t think he’d mind that I was stealing his clothes?” I tease with a small smile.

“Isn’t that his jumper you're wearing?” She giggles.

“I guess you're right, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” I say, putting the outfit on until we look like matching cowboys.

After a while of playing, I make some food for the both of us and a portion in the microwave for Cooper as it nears the time he said he would be home. Some tomato pasta that we eat while still wearing cowboy outfits. I chuckle as Janey gets some of the pasta sauce around her mouth, passing her one of the tissues to wipe her mouth with.

Cooper stands outside, about to open the door but looks through the window seeing Janey and I eating the pasta. A smile almost fills his face as he tries to cover his smile, mumbling to himself.

“I’m gonna marry this woman.” He whispers, sounding more like a stereotypical cowboy than ever before opening the door and walking in. “How’re my two favourite girls doing?” He grins as Janey runs towards him as he opens his arms to hug her.

He mimes the tipping of a cowboy hat at me with a small smirk and I shake my head, silently saying ‘don’t ask’ but smiling softly.

“How did the job go?” I ask, walking over to him by the door, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Good, first role I’ve got in a while.” He mumbles. “Just an ad but everything counts.”

“I’m so proud of you.” I smile, hugging him tightly, Janey doing the same despite not entirely understanding the context.

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Cooper pours two glasses of wine, expensive wine, a celebration if you will after Janey’s gone to bed. Janey went to sleep in the cowboy outfit and made me promise not to take mine off so, being a loyal woman, I happily keep it on.

“Cheers to you, baby.” I smile, lifting my glass into the air as he does the same, clinking the glasses.

“Cheers.” He laughs, taking a sip before putting his glass back down on the coffee table. “I wanna ask you something and you gotta promise not to freak out.” 

I’m intrigued, sitting on the edge of my seat already smiling slightly but nervous. “Is it bad?” I ask, the anticipation now killing me.

“Nah, nothing bad, sweetheart, I promise.”

“Okay. I can’t promise I won’t freak out but I’ll try not to.” I say, watching him intently as he leans before kneeling on the ground in front of me. “Cooper, what are you doing?” I laugh with a smile. “Get up, you’ll spill the wine!” 

He kneels with one leg up, the other against the floor.

“(y/n) (l/n).” He starts and I’m still confused by what he’s doing. “I don’t have a ring but I thought this was the perfect moment to ask, will you marry me?”

I stand up, hand over my mouth, entirely shocked as I look down at him smiling up at me.

“Cooper, this better not be a fucking joke.” I warn, tears collecting in my eyes as I look down at his serious yet smiling face.

“It’s not, darlin’ I promise. After seeing you with Janey today, dressed up as cowboys making her pasta I just knew you were the one for me. I only regret not getting you a ring and asking you sooner.” He grins.

I stand absolutely frozen, standing up in front of him as a tear goes down my cheek.

“Why would you propose to me while I’m dressed like a cowboy?” Is the first thing I say, slightly muffled by my hand and he just laughs.

“I had to.” He kneels before me, without a ring but with all the right words. “Will you marry me?”

“Yeah, yeah, Coop, of course.” I say, overwhelmed with emotions, happiness being the dominant one but tears still in my eyes. “Oh my god.” I say as he rises to his feet wrapping his arms around me as I wrap my arms around his neck, as close as we could possibly get. “I can’t believe you.” I mumble into his shoulder.

“I love you so so much and so does Janey, you’re just so perfect for me.” He says and I could swear I hear a voice crack.

“I love you too. I can’t believe you though. What am I gonna say when people ask what the proposal was like? That I was dressed like a cowboy?” 

“I think you’re worrying about the wrong things right now, sweetheart.” He chuckles.

“I know. I can’t even begin to process the fact we’re getting married.” I press a kiss to the side of his neck. “Oh my god, I love you. I love you. I love you.” I place a kiss for everytime I say ‘I love you’ and he just smiles, taking the kisses.

“I must be the happiest man in the world right now.” He says with a grin as wide as his face.

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AN: I hope people aren't getting bored of Fallout fics because I am not.

[girlmartok]

post canon ds9 fic i won't write for real, in bullet points:

story starts with jake sisko, pondering and writing. he got a commission from some federation news service to do a fluff piece on "the soul of the klingon people" now that the war is over and they have a new chancellor, essentially a "look federation people, klingons are still chill. maybe chiller, even. so everybody be cool" deal (i'm imagining they have to do an article like this for every group of aliens that were a major combatant in the war) but jake takes it seriously and refuses to phone it in.

first he goes to alexander, who's visiting the station while between KDF assignments or something idk. but he says look buddy i wanna know what's up with klingons, you get me? alexander does not get him and also would like to know what's up with klingons, so he says hell yeah human friend let's figure this out.

then it becomes a series of vignettes of these two kind of out of touch young people learning about the klingon spirit and also themselves as they seek out someone who can tell them the secrets of life and honor etc etc. jake has a warped sense of normal from growing up on ds9 and alexander has never felt right in solely klingon or human spaces, so they have some gaps in their knowledge to fill.

i'm thinking they start with worf and martok, who are busy on qo'nos building their credibility and new government. worf isn't great at talking about feelings and martok's being pulled in a lot of different directions, so they're not much help. hanging around on qo'nos is interesting, but ultimately not what jake and alexander are looking for either.

then they start thinking outside the box. order isn't important but they start hitting up all relevant klingons and klingon adjacent folk: darok, sirella, ezri, nikolai, kurn, maybe a duras sisters cameo for equal representation of shitty klingons.

last we saw of kurn of course he had lost his memory but since this is my fic i'm not writing i'm gonna say bashir's not as great at brain reconfiguration as he thinks he is and it didn't take fully. so he's a little confused but getting the hang of it. a lot of "which one of you is my nephew again? i can't tell humans apart" kind of deal even though alexander is 3/4 klingon. he tells them what he's re-learned about klingons since he's been rebuilding his own identity.

nikolai also was essentially exiled but it's fine. he's got a gaggle of kids now and alexander and jake have to do the fake forehead thing to blend in while they talk to him. nikolai's got a lot of insight into worf as a brother but not much on klingons as a whole. alexander brings him some pierogi helena made.

alexander: "wow my foster uncle's wife looks a lot like your stepmom, isn't that funny?" jake: "nah i don't see the resemblance"

maybe at this point nog joins them because he's having his own identity crisis as the only ferengi in starfleet so he decides to just hop on board for jake and alexander's identity crisis.

they go see jeremy aster too, the kid from tng who became worf's brother through a whole thing, and he's got a pretty interesting view of klingons and the klingon spirit from an outsider/insider perspective.

sirella and darok are probably the least helpful but i think sirella baby-ing alexander would be fun. they're both trying to deny it and deny how much they like the attention (sirella at having a new-ish nephew-ish and one who wasn't raised klingon so she can do all the classic klingon things with him fresh, and alexander at having a(nother) mother figure to love him). jake is studiously taking notes in the corner while sirella tries to teach him how to skin a fresh kill or something like that.

anyway this whole journey ends with them finding kahless 2 (the clone of kahless) whose only occupation is thinking about the klingon spirit. but his wisdom boils down to "everyone's different and everyone has to figure shit out on their own, but together we can strive to be greater than yesterday" etc etc and jake gets his article. alexander reaffirms his grasp on his cultural identity and also gets to see a lot of his family so he's reminded that he's loved, even if everyone is doing their own thing. and nog develops a huge crush on sirella. everybody's happy.

[dgrailwar]

Round 8, Day 1 - ALL TEAMS (but mostly Team Pretender) - [ TRUE NAME DISSOLUTION ]

Team Pretender chooses to trigger the Pretender's True Name Dissolution! Oberon's gameplay style, personality, skills, and perhaps even the current state of the Grail War will cha--

"Ahh… you're sure? This would be a pretty nasty spoiler… I mean, might spoil things in a pretty nasty way."

"Well, if you say so. Let's put up a curtain, just in case anyone wants to remain in this illusion of bliss."

Ah. So you decided to keep reading? Good. I hope you're ready. Because in exchange for visuals, you'll have to live with words.

You watched as the form of 'Oberon' began to decay, his form withering and rotting away into dark, pulpy matter. The process was vile and agonizing, the smell of sloughing sinew and blackening bones filling the forest. The bugs crawled to the disgusting carcass, worming their way in, making nests and feasting greedily as the fairy king dropped to the earth, his body no more than a dark puddle that slowly grew in size, before rising.

Rising, and rising.

A swarm of darkness, rising and rising.

A vile king, an abyssal worm, rising above the digital space.

An empty entity that loathed existence itself. An eternal pit that swallowed worlds.

And as naught but innocent bystanders, the Masters could only watch in horror, for how could they have known this would happen?!

Hah!

Yeah, right. That's horseshit.

Of course they knew what would happen. They just didn't care. Not about the others, or how things would change. That's human nature, you know? Ruin things because it seems interesting at the moment. That's the simple fact of the matter.

They probably looked on proudly. 'We did it!', they would declare, 'We summoned such a mighty and powerful Servant, and none will stand in our way', they probably proclaimed. Or, perhaps even more naively (and perhaps even worse), 'Our friend now has the power to win'! Blegh. Anyways.

Then, as the audience is given a beat to grapple in the horror of the scenario, in a manner of surprising comedic timing they would check their Command Spells… and they would be gone.

'Gone? How could they be gone?', would be the question buzzing in their minds, panic beginning to settle in. Of course, the answer was simple.

That giant abyssal creature did not exist, and yet did exist. A 'hole', only truly meant for a Lost World.

Anyways, do you want a big explanation on how each Servant suffers and dies under the curse, and how the Grail crumbles and withers into itself, reverting to nothing, and how the magical energy suffused by this dark entity breaks free from this digital prison, dooming this world? I mean, I could. Sure.

But why bother? It's basically settled. Here.

What was that thing that Shakespeare had Puck say at the end of that bullshit play?

"If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber’d here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream."

It's over. You can leave now.

The dream is done.

The Abyssal Wyrm comes and everyone dies. Meaning you've reached a...

I said you can go.

Leave, shoo. Go away.

There's not much past this, so bye.

…Hah! Fine. I lied. I mean, obviously. What a shit ending that would be otherwise. Let's keep it 'sporting', then. This whole farce makes me want to puke, so I need to let out my anger on someone before this ends. Ah- wait, this is narration. No more 'I'. Let's stay detached, lest this become a monologue.

Now, let's settle the matter of where this story stands.

There was the melting, the decay, the ruination of the idea of 'Oberon'. Check.

The insects feasting, nesting, and crowding on his decaying body, a ritual to send his body to the earth, and arise anew. Duh.

The vanishing Command Spells, as you realized that your connection was nothing more than a scam. Of course.

The giant abyssal creature looming over the horizon. Obviously.

That stuff happened. Remember it.

But the Servants didn't die (yet).

The digital space wasn't swallowed by darkness (yet).

All isn't lost (yet).

Those were lies. Though, if I'm the one saying it…

Ah, whatever. Now... how did these sort of things go for the others? Right, right.

Behold, the vile king of the abyss. He who resides wherever 'emptiness' lies. The wrath of the Planet, given form and cursed with eternal loathing and hollow truth. He who only should have existed within the confines of the Lost World, as he has no role within human history. He, made of lies, sheds his farcical shell. He who makes you go 'Oh, we, uh, should have summoned the Archetype of the Planet for this one' with dumb mouths agape!

Behold, the end of worlds and dreams. The one who fells the morning lark. The one who consumes the evening shroud. The one who devours the twilight.

Behold--

The Extra Class of Endless Deceit, Pretender!

[missmagooglie]

A double date with Buck/Tommy and Eddie/Kim.

Kim is charming.

So is Tommy.

Eddie is grinning from ear to ear, but always seems to be looking anywhere else except meeting Buck's gaze...

... and Buck is giving Eddie the exact same look as when Ana showed up at the firehouse and Ravi made the mistake of uttering the word "wife".

Tommy, at a certain point, manages to get Buck alone and tells him, "You gotta cool it with the way you're eyeballing Eddie. I think you're making Kim uncomfortable." (What he doesn't say is, "you're definitely making me uncomfortable")

And Buck's like, "Well something weird is going on. That woman looks just like Christopher's mother."

Tommy goes, "Lots of people have a type, Buck. It's not that unusual to date someone who kind of looks like an ex"

And poor Buck is like, "No, you don't understand. If I didn't know she was dead, I would swear to you that was Shannon."

And Tommy kind of frowns and says, "How well did you know her? I thought she died not that long after she and Eddie reconnected."

And Buck's like, "I mean, I didn't. Not really. I met her a few times. But, you know, I see her photos all the time when I'm at Eddie's place and Tommy it's weird how much they look the same."

Tommy's been to Eddie's house. He didn't look too closely, but he vaguely remembers asking after a picture of a woman with dark hair and bangs and being told it was Eddie's late wife. Kim is blonde.

The thing is, Tommy knows a red flag when he sees one. And his newly out of the closet boyfriend being weirdly intense about his very close best friend's new girlfriend? That's fucking scarlet.

But they're in the middle of a double date, and Eddie and Kim are probably wondering where they've gone, so now is not the time to open up a conversation about whether this particular red flag is a deal breaker.

So they head back to the table, and everyone is smiling, for the most part, but Buck is still being weird, and Tommy's definitely uncomfortable by this point, and Eddie keeps darting his eyes between the two of them like he desperately wants to know what they were talking about, and Kim seems kind of puzzled at how the energy at the table has taken a turn suddenly, but it's fine. It's fine.

At least, until the waiter clears their plates and asks if they'd like to see a dessert menu and Eddie automatically replies, "What do you think, Sh-"

And he catches himself before he actually says the wrong name, but it is not a graceful recovery. He kind of freezes for a long moment before he clears his throat and forces a grin and says, "Should we see what they have, Kim?"

And Kim tells him, "I don't really like sweets all that much. I'll take a potato chip over a piece of candy any day. But I'm happy to look if you'd like dessert."

Shannon had a sweet tooth. Even when they were really pinching pennies, she'd always reply to the offer of a dessert menu by saying, "Come on, Eddie. It can't hurt to look!" with a playful grin in his direction. And every time, he'd agree to split something knowing he'd only take a bite or two before letting her have the rest.

It takes Eddie just a moment too long to respond, so Tommy's the one who ends up saying, "I think we're good with just the check, thanks."

And technically, no relationships end on that date. But all four of them walk away with some uncomfortable new awareness of an extra person hanging over their relationship like a specter - Shannon's ghost lingering between Eddie and Kim, and Eddie creeping in at the edges of Buck and Tommy's relationship with Buck getting closer and closer to the edge of understanding exactly what that means.

No relationships end that night, but all four of them go home alone anyway.

[pirate-hunter]

I don’t usually share episode / plot thoughts cause I always feel like everything I write sounds so stupid immediately after I post it, BUT-

I very genuinely hope all of this mess with Eddie explodes horribly. Twice now, he’s faced a big turning point within himself after a big downward spiral, and I think this is gonna be the third time.

I want him to be the one to break things off with Kim and sorta close the chapter on his Shannon trauma. But I want Marisol pissed, furious. I think she needs to really lay into him about this, say something really nasty. Eddie, I love you, but you kinda deserve to feel like shit too after pulling this.

Imagine at the end, everyone’s feeling hurt, including himself, maybe Buck’s also a little mad about it all. Because he couldn’t reason with Eddie at first or he’s mad about being dragged into a lie and being complicit with it.

And THEN-

Big injury or really close call for Eddie on the job �� and we pull in the catholic guilt again as a closer on this storyline. Because he’s questioning who he is at his core, and he feels like a bad person and maybe he deserves to be hurt physically in exchange for hurting everyone emotionally? Gods retribution for his sins?? Real bottom of his spiral kind of stuff.

Anyway, he makes it out of course, but confides in Bobby after that he feels like he doesn’t deserve to be fine after all that.

And then BAM- another Eddie Bobby parallel, and Bobby gets to basically talk Eddie through a situation that emotionally parallels his own recent problems, thus also reaffirming it for himself too.

And we get a conversation about how our mistakes don’t determine our worth and we get the chance to learn from them, grow, and be better. We get to try and make amends (👀) but it might not always work out, but it doesn’t mean we give up on ourselves. Bobby’s view on God is definitely so different from Eddie. I feel like Eddie probably views him as a god with a flaming sword, where Bobby have gotten to a point where he can focus on God’s love and forgiveness. And I think affirming that to Eddie (even though he’s more lapsed than anything) would help him start looking at his religious past in a different light.

This is long, don’t know where I’m going with this anymore, goodniiiiight

[mimisempai]

I'll find you at the end of the road - Chap 4/8

Chapter summary - Tying loose ends

Crowley and Aziraphale are closing bitter chapters in their pasts... but Harry is a mischievous rabbit... and could change the course of their lives...

On Ao3

Rating G -  3092 words

Chap 1 - Chap 2 - Chap 3 - Chap 4

2024 - Lake House

Heart pounding, without looking at it, he pulled the phone out of his pocket and picked it up, "Hello?"

"Crowley?"

"Yes?"

"It's Furfur."

It took Crowley a few seconds to realize who it really was on the other end of the line and to let the slight disappointment fade.

"Crowley? You’her still here?"

"Yes, Furfur."

"Hi, I'm in London. I came for a seminar, but it was canceled, so I thought I'd give you a call. See if you were free."

An hour later, Crowley and Furfur walked in awkward silence. 

Crowley hadn't wanted Furfur to get any ideas, so he'd preferred to meet him on neutral ground. Not at his house or any of the places they'd gone when they were still together.

Furfur said quietly, "Thanks for coming."

Crowley shrugged and replied, "Sure, no problem."

"It's been too long."

Crowley didn't answer, he didn't want to start a delicate discussion. 

In fact, he didn't want to be here at all. He was thinking of Aziraphale, whom he'd left in the lurch, granted, in the past, but still. 

Furfur obviously wanted to get the conversation going again and asked, "How's Harry?" 

"He's fine."

"Is he adjusting to life in the city?"

"Yes, he's doing well."

Furfur nodded and replied with a melancholy air, "That's good. I miss him."

Here we go... handkerchiefs out...

Exactly the kind of discussion Crowley didn't want to start. 

Once again, he preferred not to take the bait and rather let the awkward silence return.

Furfur asked, "Have you eaten by any chance?" 

"No, but..."

"Neither have I," Furfur replied, not even letting Crowley speak. "I just realized I'm starving. Maybe we could grab a bite somewhere."

Crowley nodded reluctantly.

They just passed the Ritz and Furfur exclaimed, "Oh, when we were students, we never could have afforded to go there, but now, how about it?"

Crowley protested, shaking his head, "Oh, no, Furfur, that place is way too.... ".

But Furfur was already on his way inside, and Crowley had no choice but to follow. He always had in the past. 

Of course, as Crowley suspected, it was already very crowded. 

But Furfur approached the hostess anyway.

"Good evening, table for two, please."

The stewardess looked puzzled and asked, "For tonight?                

"Yes, please."

The young woman replied in an apologetic tone, "I'm sorry. We're completely booked for tonight. That's why you always have to make a reservation to eat here."

She looked at the reservation book before continuing, "But in three... no, I'm sorry, four months, we have an opening for dinner if you'd like to make a reservation. Half past five or half past eleven?"

Furfur turned on his heels, visibly disappointed, without answering, and Crowley followed him after giving the hostess an apologetic smile.

A short time later, they were eating at a pizzeria two streets away that still had a table available.

Seeing Furfur's dejected expression, Crowley took pity on him and said gently, "It's all right, you know. This is one of the best restaurants in the city. That's what I was going to say when you asked me to eat there."

Furfur sighed, "It's not that... " he paused before continuing, "I didn't do it well."

Crowley realized he had lied to him and sighed before saying, "You didn't actually have a seminar, did you?"

His ex-boyfriend shook his head, and Crowley waited for him to continue.

"I figured you'd meet me if it didn't seem like a big deal, a surprise, a quick coffee.... But coffee might turn into dinner. And dinner could turn into..."

Crowley asked curtly, "Turn into what?" 

Furfur replied sheepishly, "Anything."

"So this was an ambush."

"Yes... "

Crowley, annoyed, said, "Another one."

Furfur, now on the defensive, asked him, "What do you mean? "

Crowley wearily replied, "Furfur. You were always ten steps ahead of me. A week after we met, you were already planning our entire lives. When I was still in college, you were picking out real estate. I'd come to visit you for the weekend and you'd invited all your high school friends, almost the whole town, to your house to meet me".

Furfur defiantly replied, "At least I didn't date anyone else when we were together."

Crowley asked him in surprise, "What do you mean?"

"At the surprise party for your birth..."

"I didn't go out with him! I kissed him once, and he was just some random guy, and even then we were drifting apart. Admit that party was an attempt to hold me back. "

"Okay. You're right. I don't want to fight. It's just... part of me wonders... if we had moved in together when..."

Crowley replied firmly, "We didn’t, and I had to leave.  Water under the bridge, and it's time for you to move on. Like I did."

Furfur looked disappointed but nodded, "I'm sorry. I never should have called. I just... miss you."

Crowley didn't answer. He didn't want to, because if he were honest, he would have to tell Furfur that he didn't miss him anymore.

But he missed someone else, someone he had never met before, and he couldn't stop his thoughts from drifting to his mysterious pen pal and the connection he had with him.

He and Furfur finished their meal in an uneasy silence. 

Crowley was impatient to get back to his apartment and write to Aziraphale.

2022 - In front of the HH building

Aziraphale got out of his Beetle and climbed the few steps to the entrance of the imposing building. He paused, took a deep breath, and stepped through the door.

He took the elevator to the top floor, and when he reached his destination, he made his way to the door in front of the elevator, pushing away all the memories that flooded his mind as he walked back into the familiar place.

As familiar as the voice that answered him when he knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Aziraphale opened the door, then paused in the doorway, waiting for his mother to look up.

When she saw him, she said in a cold voice, "What a surprise, the prodigal son has returned.

Aziraphale replied, "I was in the neighborhood..." then paused, realizing that once again he was about to obfuscate the truth, and continued, "Hello, Mother. How are you?"

"I'm fine. Not that you care. Get to the point."

Aziraphale walked over to his mother's desk and pulled an envelope from his pocket before placing it on the desk in front of her.

His mother immediately grabbed it and opened it, a look of surprise crossing her face as she pulled out a check.

She raised an eyebrow and asked, "What is this?"

Aziraphale calmly replied, "It's what I owe you."

"I beg your pardon?"

The antiquarian kept his composure and calmly said, "It's about the same amount of money I would have made for HH if I had stayed to the end of my contract. So we're even."

Her mother shook her head and replied, "Then you wasted your money, you didn't owe me anything."

Aziraphale replied firmly, "I feel better that way. We were both in this project originally, it was our joint project after Dad's..." He had to pause at the emotion before continuing, "...you know what I mean, and I feel like I let you down, so let's say we've come full circle."

"If it makes you feel better. Good for you. Is that all you wanted?"

"I bought the lake house," Aziraphale said in a slightly more hesitant tone.

"I heard about that. After all, despite your high principles, you don't seem to mind making money, do you?"

His mother glanced briefly at the check and tucked it under her desk blotter.

Aziraphale, annoyed by her coldness and the judgmental tone with which she had just said that, declared, "You know it has nothing to do with that, but you've never understood my way of looking at things, so like I said, we're even. Forget it, we'll never agree. Everything is perfect just the way it is! Have a nice life! And try to forget that your son was just a deception for you." 

He stared at her for a moment before leaving, slamming the door behind him. 

With the door closed, he didn't see his mother start at the sound of the door slamming. She took out the check and looked at it before tearing it in half and throwing it in the wastebasket. Then she opened a desk drawer and took out a photograph. 

It was a photo of the lake house under construction. Aziraphale's father and mother were holding hands with Aziraphale, who must have been 10 years old. She remembered the day they first brought Aziraphale here and told him that one day they would all come and live here.

But life, work and illness had decided otherwise.

At the time the photo was taken, Aziraphale told them that when he grew up, he would make furniture for the house like his father and that it would be a place where everyone would be happy.

Aziraphale's mother looked at the photo for a moment, made a gesture as if to throw it in the wastebasket, then decided not to and put it back in the drawer.

An Autumn Afternoon - 2022

Aziraphale wanted to take Harry to the vet for a check-up, since he didn't know much about rabbits, but first he parked in a parking lot not far from his shop, because he wanted to post a message on the door warning that the shop would be open late. 

He was just hanging a small sign on the door when someone called out to him.

"Aziraphale..."

He held back a sigh and put a false smile on his lips before turning to the person and saying, "Hello, Arthur."

The carpet seller said, "You told me you had a white rabbit, didn't you?"

Aziraphale frowned and replied, "Yes, and by the way, it's in the car.

Arthur replied, "Then it can't be the one I just saw running up the street, past the Give me Coffee or Give me Death?"

"What?" 

Aziraphale started to run in the direction of the coffee shop while yelling at Arthur, "How many people do you think drive around this neighborhood with a white rabbit in their car?"

He looked right, then left, and thought he saw Harry go around the corner.

He called out, "Harry! 

Aziraphale shouted, but the rabbit didn't stop, and the antiquarian continued to chase it, vaguely aware that Arthur was following him.

He chased Harry into a nearby residential street, but the rabbit was really fast, and Aziraphale swore as he quickened his pace.

Harry ran into someone's yard and Aziraphale was still in pursuit. They came to a house where Harry seemed to have stopped. 

Finally.

The rabbit looked at him, but did not seem to want to run anymore.

Then he saw Harry sniffing at the feet of a familiar-looking man who was unloading the trunk of his car in front of the house. The man was startled at first and laughed, watching Harry with an amused eye. Aziraphale reached out and grabbed Harry.

He scratched the rabbit's head and said, "There you are, you rascal. What's the matter with you?" Then he turned to the man, whose face told him nothing despite the familiarity of his figure, and said sheepishly, "I'm sorry, it's the first time he's run off like that. He's never done that before."

The man asked curiously, "What's his name?"

"Harry."

He approached and leaned towards Harry, saying gently, “Hi, Harry. I should get one like you for my friend. He loves animals, especially fluffy ones like you."

Aziraphale noticed how much the other man had to unload, saw many cases of wine, and kindly offered, "Would you like some help with that? To apologize for the inconvenience Harry caused." 

He shook his head and replied, "Oh no, I've got time. Besides, you're already loaded," he pointed at Harry in Aziraphale's arms before continuing, "in case you're wondering, I don't intend to drink all this alone."

Aziraphale didn't really want to know more, but he listened politely.

"I'm a real estate agent, and you live around here?"

"I have a lake house on the South Downs and a shop not far from here."

The other man raised an eyebrow and asked, "Really?"

They were suddenly joined by Arthur, out of breath.

"Thank goodness! You found it!"

The man greeted Arthur with a nod. 

"Hello, I'm Furfur."

At the slightly surprised look on the faces of the two men, he added, "My name is Ferdinand, but ever since I was a child, everyone's called me Furfur."

Then he continued, turning to Aziraphale, "As for the wine crates, I'm having friends from high school and neighbors over tonight. You're both welcome if you like. It's always nice to meet new people."

Aziraphale and Arthur exchanged glances, and before Aziraphale had time to react, the carpet seller replied, "Thank you. We have plans."

Aziraphale wondered what plan they were supposed to have, and what was certain was that he had only one plan, to go home, see if Crowley had written to him, and write to him. Alone. No plan to spend the evening with Arthur or go to a party with strangers.

Furfur shrugged and replied, "No problem. Anyway, it was nice to meet you. Maybe see you later, Harry. Oh, and Aziraphale..."

Furfur rummaged in his pocket and continued, "Here's my business card, I might consider renting a place on the lake myself. If you hear of anything, let me know."

Aziraphale nodded and replied, "I will."

"Thank you. That would be very helpful." Furfur pointed at the house and added, "I like this house, but my friend doesn't. You know how it is."

"No worries," Aziraphale replied as he started to leave, inwardly ranting, wondering how he'd stumbled upon the most talkative men on Earth, when Furfur added, "We want to move in together after he graduates in astronomy.”

Aziraphale paused.

"He's studying astronomy?"

"Yes, at Westminster School, he wants to be an astronomy teacher. He comes to my house on weekends."

Aziraphale froze, realizing that Furfur was the one he'd seen with Crowley on the platform, the one Crowley had hugged and kissed.

Which meant that the friend he was talking about...

Furfur continued, oblivious to Aziraphale's confusion, "He's coming tonight, a little later, actually. That's why I'm having this little party."

Under Arthur's exasperated look, Aziraphale inquired, "What time does it start?"

The same evening - 2024

Crowley went out after work, tired, and started for home. 

Suddenly he changed his mind and stopped to turn around. 

After a few detours, he found himself where he wanted to go, the Dirty Donkey, the bar where the other teachers had wanted to take him on his first day. 

The place was almost empty. Crowley walked over to the bar and sat down, looking glum, and ordered a glass of talisker.

At the same time - 2022

By the time Aziraphale and Arthur arrived at Furfur's, the party was well underway inside, and there were numerous cars parked in the driveway and on the street. As they entered, the carpet seller turned to Aziraphale and said with a pout, "This better be good. I had something else in mind for us."

Aziraphale rolled his eyes, for he had never intended to spend the evening with the other man anyway.

In the hallway, Furfur was among his friends and neighbors, talking and laughing.

As soon as he saw them, he approached Aziraphale and Arthur and said, "The bar...is in the kitchen..."

They moved on, greeting people here and there, Aziraphale searching for Crowley with his eyes, then Arthur looked at him and asked sourly, "Why are we here?"

The antiquarian pretended not to have heard him, the loud chatter around them giving him a good excuse.

Eventually they sat down on the sofa next to a couple in their thirties. They greeted each other and chatted, Aziraphale half-listening, wondering again where Crowley was.

Same time - 2024

Just as Crowley was halfway through his drink, someone came and sat down next to him. Surprised, he saw that it was Eric, who ordered a drink before turning to him and saying with that smile that was his, "According to most social norms, a person shouldn't be drinking alone after 10 p.m. unless they have a good excuse. What's yours?"

Crowley shrugged.

"I don't have one."

"I do. My partner is dedicated to their work and decided we should take a break while they finishe a big project.” 

Seeing Crowley's sympathetic look, he added, "Just a temporary break, we didn't break up, okay?"

"Hard though."

He took a sip of his drink and continued, "And your relationship will hold up?

Eric replied passionately, "Of course! I trust them and I know that giving them time is what they need. That doesn't stop me from feeling a little lonely. Because I love them. So I'll wait for them as long as it takes."

He pointed to Crowley's glass before adding, "I see your glass is empty, would you like another? My treat."

Crowley nodded, "Yes."

Eric ordered and two minutes later their drinks arrived. 

After a moment of silence, Crowley said in a low voice, "Actually, I have an excuse for drinking alone after 10 p.m.”

Same time - 2022

Aziraphale and Arthur were still on the sofa with the thirty-something couple. Aziraphale was frankly getting bored, and apparently so was Arthur, because he turned slightly to Aziraphale and said, "I want to go."

Aziraphale sighed and got up after apologizing to the other couple before setting off in search of the coats. Just as he was about to reach the coat racks, he saw Furfur, who was looking out the window, turn abruptly and say loudly to everyone, "All right, everyone!  It's time!"

Their host turned off all the lights in the room and they all fell silent.

Aziraphale saw a figure appear behind the glass door. 

The door opened slowly and he heard Crowley's voice for the first time, "Anyone home? Furfur?"

Furfur abruptly turned on the lights, and everyone began shouting a chorus of "Surprise!" and "Happy birthday, Crowley!"

Someone brought in a cake with candles burning on it. 

But all Aziraphale could see was him.

Crowley.

Crowley looked stunned as Furfur threw himself into his arms.

Then his friend kissed him while Aziraphale could only watch.

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

was anyone gonna tell me the sweetroll killer was gonna slap me in the face with a veya prediction or was I just supposed to find that out myself

[writer-room]

You ever just see people talk about the Percy Jackson books and know somewhere, deep in your heart, that none of these people have understood that this is a series made for middle schoolers. And that fandom will very frequently lie to them like, all the time. No, that character probably isn’t ooc, you’re just thinking of what the fandom turned them into. No, this book isn’t a horrible stain next to the others before it, literally all of them were like this. It’s Percy Jackson. It’s cheesy and occasionally makes a very questionable writing decision.

You gotta be in this for the long haul or jump ship my guys. Be cringe and free or be gone

[gxlden-angels]

Bro I hate fundamentalists and culturally-fundie parents they'll say shit like "spare the rod spoil the child am I right haha yea my parents used to have to beat my ass with a switch almost everyday but I sure did learn my lesson" but like??? no you didn't??? you were hit multiple times for something you very obviously did not, in fact, learn

Like studies about how harmful even lightly spanking children is aside, you're literally contradicting yourself?? Some even admitted they got worse as they got older cause they wanted to see how far they could push their parents before they got punished

And studies not aside, you're gonna get child raising advice from the same book that tells you to stone your wife if her hymen doesn't break on your wedding night instead of the decades of research we have now?? Just say you're a bad parent and move on my guy. Skill issue

[ichthyorelationships]

an idea i invite anyone else to write about / run with lol....

the premise that The Change gets all messed up for alberto, say it's something that can happen from stress, &/or happens rarely and you just have to wait for it to resolve itself....used as some parallel to struggling through some emotional turbulence / upheaval / questioning / Realizing Things, etc etc

[quietwingsinthesky]

the last unicorn post from earlier has me thinking about the master. that yana is still in there, you know? is still someone he was, if even for a brief flash across the life of a time lord. there’s no way to unlive that life. there are ways to twist it later, sure, to make utopia into hell on earth. but the life was lived. in much the same way that the doctor can remember, can feel, the love he held onto as john smith even as that life is ripped out of his hands. the doctor choose denial and then grief and then to shutter it all away. and so john smith died, and so professor yana died, and the doctor and the master live on. the doctor has done this before, and he lives in orbit around humanity, trying to keep the best parts of them and hold them deep enough to take root (which he can pretend he gets to choose, as a time lord. as a human, it all floods in and can’t be dug back out.) but what about the master, right?

to borrow a turn of phrase: i think there are two time lords left in the universe, and they both learned how to regret.

[justablah56]

damn I miss playing wolves in my friend's back yard .... rb to play wolves with your mutuals in their back yard<3

[skitskatdacat63]

Okay finally posting my pics from when I went to Hanger-7 on Saturday July 1st !!

RB9 🥹

STR3 !!!

RB16B

RB7

Various Red Bull-Saubers(including Kimi's first F1 car!!!)

Tbh I think seeing these cars was more surreal and insane to me than going to the actual race the very next day. I think it's because I'm more deranged about the 2010s than nowadays(for the most part), so seeing all these incredibly iconic cars in the flesh(especially ones like the STR3 and Hungry Heidi) was just unbelievable to me. And the fact that it's free entry as well??? Yeah yeah, feel free to waltz into our aircraft hanger, free of charge, and witness these spectacles of engineering 🥱

[thethingything]

I find it kind of interesting that we have a couple of delusions (and the hallucinations that come with those) that just kind of involve gruesome stuff happening to us, especially because they weren't as gruesome at first but have gotten more so over time.

the hallucinations are all somatic ones (sensations instead of visuals or audio) but they're stuff like I guess what our brain thinks it would feel like if our organs were decomposing, or being eaten by maggots, or just stuff with a similar vibe to that?

I can put up with it for the most part, but like I did nearly throw up on the bed because of it earlier and I'd really like to not experience that again