#he has that man on a leash

[straponz]

that one tiktok that's like "i like dominant women, not because im submissive but because im autistic and they're direct with what they want" is so alhaitham but like with men bc he's gay ash lol

[flockoff]

In a another world, Peak of Combat has a plot that involves Time Travel Shenanigans which puts V in one of the Funniest Situations.

[ocd-kenobi]

It's too bad the sexiest thing Obi-Wan Kenobi ever said fell on General Grievous's ears.

[syn0vial]

love when we get our first chance to see boba lead a mandalorian strike team as mand'alor and you expect him to be super badass and in control but actually his energy is much more that of "tired old man strongly regretting his offer to chaperone field trip of galaxy's most destructive elementary schoolers"

[abirddogmoment]

Crunchy phone photos only but: I have (temporarily) acquired a boy

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Can't stop thinking about Irey slowly suffocating, being choked to death, five feet away from the world's greatest heroes. This little girl was dying at the hands of a monster and yet they were moving so fast that none of the heroes in the room even knew they were there.

She was staring at half of the Justice League and no one could save her.

Her thoughts were screaming for help so loudly that even the homicidal telepath strangling her wondered who she could possibly be asking for. There was no one to rescue her, so who was she calling out for?

Jai.

In a room full of superheroes Irey was only focused on Jai. Her brother. Her twin. Her other half. She was dying and he was frozen in time. She stared at him, unable to breathe, and he stared back, unable to comprehend.

But he didn't need to comprehend. Irey was calling for him. She needed his help. Conscious or not, he wasn't going to let that call go unanswered. His speedforce connection wasn't going to let that call go unanswered.

I just think it's beautiful that she reached out to the one person she would always reach out to, knowing he wouldn't be able to answer, and yet he did. He unconsciously reacted to his sister's distress and grabbed on.

Then Irey used him to beat the living hell out of the bad guys.

[moondirti]

sigh

Im gonna have to watch fallout arent i

[girldewar]

thinkin about the deweys . as always

[dayurno]

hey dont cry. jean moreau 6'5 w arms the thickness of a cannon ok. jean moreau boob curve on his shirt. alright? jean moreau shoulders the size of a wardrobe. remember this

[zappedbyzabka]

Martin: We allow Billy to talk most of the time, and he said all the right things—

Billy: *lip purse* Thank you. It was all written by Martin.

[quietwingsinthesky]

1 or 34 for the master pls thank u :333!!!!!!!

extremely funny to me how quickly this got away from me alsjfjfkskkdj. i started thinking too hard about okay but Who could bring the master to his knees. the doctor? hey wait remember that time ten had a god complex for a little bit. what if he got worse about that, actually. and then it just kept going-

This is not the Doctor whose arms he died in.

Oh, the face is the same, but the eyes are all wrong. Still ancient, as old as the Master is, but they’ve gone hard like bone. He doesn’t spare a glance around the room at the cowering scientists or the politician that wanted to use the Master, who gave him such easy access to a perfect plan before the Doctor landed his TARDIS on top of the machine and crushed it. Only to one human, the one assigned to hold the Master’s leash.

“Give him to me,” he says. The Master curls his fingers. A step closer, and he’ll let the Doctor taste lightning again.

His assigned guard all but throws the leash at the Doctor. (They’re all terrified. Something’s… wrong, there. Not a misplaced sympathy of his own — let them fear their betters — but it’s the Doctor, it’s how he ignores them, how he holds himself like. He looks every bit a Time Lord.) The Doctor catches it, turns it in his hand, and yanks. The Master feigns a stumble, energy surging through his skin and bones, rattling up dangerously until-

The Doctor pulls harder, knocking him off-balance and to his knees. He twists, but there’s a hand in his hair, painfully dragging his head back until his neck screams in pain. The pinprick of a needle is barely a whisper above it, but the sluggish cold that spreads from the injection spreads no matter how he struggles. The Doctor grips his hair tighter.

“There. You’re stabilized,” the Doctor notes. The Master pants, his limbs growing heavier. “And sedated. You have to be so difficult.” For the first time, the Doctor’s voice falters from the detached tone he’s taken so far. It’s harsh, as thick with accusation as with self-reproach, “I asked you to come with me.” The Master is having a hard time ordering his thoughts. They stretch too far for him to see the whole of them, his sense of time and of himself going numb.

“How?” he lands on, more important than any other question. The Doctor’s grip begins to loosen, letting his head sag forward. His body wants to follow. His vision of the floor he’s kneeling on blurs.

“You were living on borrowed time,” the Doctor says. “I have all of it to work with at my fingertips. When I saw you again…” There’s the absent trail of fingers through his hair. The Master recoils from it instinctively, though that sends him further down, barely holding himself up on his hands. The collar draws tight around his throat when he falls, forcing out a gasp, but it loosens again. “It only took a few decades. I’d have given more to you.” The Master lifts his hand, slowly, and forces it out in front of him. It’s humiliating to crawl, but his limbs can barely keep his weight. He barely moves himself forward a few inches before the collar is a hard barrier against his breath again, and this time, he doesn’t receive any slack. He has to scoot back towards the Doctor.

“You’re going to live,” the Doctor says, without mercy. He steps around the Master, the leash dragging along the floor with a mocking hiss.

“And the rest of you,” the Doctor’s voice grows louder. It becomes a proclamation, a warning. “I won’t hurt you. It’s a stupid and dangerous thing you were doing, but that’s… that’s what you love most, humans. Stupid, dangerous things.” Where’s the sickening fondness, the Master wonders. Where’s the disappointment, even, in his favorite pet species? All he can hear in the Doctor’s voice is carefully controlled anger. “I’m not going to hurt you for putting the whole world in danger,” he repeats, as though he’s reminding himself of that fact, and then, the Master can hear him smile. Regeneration after regeneration, and the Doctor always talks different when he’s smiling. “I don’t have to. If you ever try anything like this again, you won’t have existed in the first place to come up with the idea. I will take you out of this timeline.” He pauses. “Or maybe I’ll just make you kinder. Buy you a coffee on a bad day and change your life forever. You can exist, just not like this.”

He sounds powerful, and worse, he doesn’t sound scared of it. The Master uses the last of his strength to drag himself back up to his knees. The Doctor is surveying the room, memorizing faces, lost in thought about time to tamper with. The Master puts a hand around his own leash. He tries to pull.

All that does is get the Doctor’s attention.

His eyes. The Master is afraid of his eyes.

“Sorry,” the Doctor says, “I’m not going to carry you. You’ll have to crawl.” The Master is searching for anything familiar in him. And what there is, what little there is that he recognizes, is only because of how easily he could have seen it in a mirror instead. “If you pass out, I’ll drag you,” the Doctor offers like a compromise. He turns away from the Master, snaps his fingers, and the doors to the TARDIS burst open.

He takes the Master prisoner. He saves the world. They are both, after all, the Doctor’s alone to decide what to do with.

[whump prompt]

[shikai-the-storyteller]

It's just. Agh.

It's the fact that so much has happened since Roier and Cucurucho / Osito first met, there's so much frustration and disappointment with Cucurucho and the Federation itself, yet Roier still cares about and trusts his Cucurucho to some degree. He was still willing to stand at the top of the castle and let himself fall because he was so certain his Osito would appear and come save him.

But he didn't.

[jrueships]

GG making jaren go grey at 24 😭

Meanwhil, gg, during his one game suspension, is just chilling on his phone, talking about how he can't wait for his dreads to get long in two years so he can be cool like ja 😭 he doesn't comprehend reprecussions

the grizz suspending gg for one game

[spiritshaydra]

I fucking love the dumpster fire that’s the Nemesis crew <3

[numbaoneflaya]

@summer-solemnly-swears sometimes yeah :/ I’ll imagine or write cute little scenes and shit but eventually again I’m like hmm.. well what if she was going through the horrors again . Anime monologue in the tags as usual

[judeiscariot]

Where do we know that iero is into puppyplay from???????

LITERALLY DONT EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT