#peace and love on planet kate

[sunfortune]

i’m actually so scared they’re gonna ruin kanthony bc they’re not gonna know what to do with an established relationship dynamic without creating unnecessary strife or disrespect

[butchybats]

aer u butch. do you like woman

When did my mom get a tumblr 🤨

[autisticcassandracain]

Since people (imo) erroneously keep considering Bette as part of the batfam, here's a list of batfam characters, ranked from most to least likely to get along with Bette Kane (pre-flashpoint post-crisis canon for everyone except Duke):

Stephanie Brown: Spoiler!Steph and Bette would get along like a house on fire. Steph and Bette are very similar, in that they are blondes who became heroes largely because they found it fun, and who are constantly undermined and belittled due to not being quite as hypercompetent as some other heroes (and also sexism). Their personalities and fighting styles are also quite similar. The difference is that, unlike Bette, Steph does have a tragic backstory, and when she became Batgirl, she got much more lofty heroic motivations. As Batgirl, she's also shown to somewhat look down on her past self as Spoiler for being much more flighty. This means that, as Batgirl, she'd likely have friction with Bette, since Bette would remind her of herself as Spoiler. Nothing insurmountable, and would be quite interesting to unpack, but it wouldn't be as natural of a relationship as between Bette and Spoiler.

Duke Thomas: Duke has no real reason not to get along with Bette. He's spent a lot of time running with a ragtag group of untrained, unprofessional heroes in the Robin collective, so he's more likely to appreciate Bette's competency on her own terms rather than disparaging her for not being as well-train/serious as most of the batfam. He's also a little more down to Earth than most of the batfam as a result, which I feel Bette would appreciate. They're both thrill seekers and have solid senses of humor. I don't think it'd be super deep but yeah they'd enjoy hanging out.

Tim Drake: Look. He's got practice. Tim was a condescending ass to Steph, but he did genuinely like her as a person, even if he didn't respect her as a hero. But while pre-Beast Boys (Miniseries) Bette mostly ignores/seems oblivious to other people's condescension, post-Beast Boy (Miniseries) Bette has much less tolerance for it, which would cause her to dislike him. Once Steph hit Batgirl though, Tim mostly felt bad for being a condescending ass to her, so he'd be a little less likely to repeat the mistake with Bette. On the other hand, he's probably heard Dick complain about her. On the other other hand, she was part of a Young Justice branch. I really don't think they'd ever be more than, at best, casually friendly acquaintances, but like, Tim's less likely to actively loathe her on sight than most of the batfam.

Cassandra Cain: Listen. They get along in my heart. In canon Cass is one of the few Batfam members to have met Bette, but didn't express much of an opinion about her. Bette, on the other hand, seemed actively annoyed by her. I think if they were forced together on a few more missions there's a possibility for friendship, since Cass obviously likes Steph and I think Bette would appreciate Cass once she realizes she's a little shit, but Cass heavily values hypercompetence and is likely to look down on you and give you the cold shoulder if you don't have it. Steph was in a unique position where she had skills Cass needed and was able to force a team-up so they got to know each other better, and Steph was willing to do much of the heavy lifting to make friends, but Bette is much less likely to do either of those, so. Unless they get stuck in a hyperspecific scenario in which they were forced to bond, they'd probably dislike each other.

Damian Wayne: Same principle as Cass imo, but even less likely to actually succeed. His relationship with Steph in her Batgirl solo suggests he could forge a positive relationship with Bette if they got stuck in a hyperspecific circumstance where they were forced to bond, but that's. Not going to happen. Unlike with Steph, there's no reason for it to happen, since Bette doesn't live in Gotham and isn't batfam, and on top of that, Damian is even more judgemental and condescending than Cass, and Bette's not gonna like that at all. Plus he's like, twelve. Bette has no reason to want to be friends with him, he has no reason to wanna be friends with her, and Damian is nothing if not a provocative little shit towards people he dislikes, an energy Bette will probably match because she's petty as hell. Most likely, they'd argue too badly to even work together.

Barbara Gordon: They'd LOATHE each other. They have shared history with the Batgirl mantle they interact with in completely different ways. Babs is likely to view Bette as a wildly inferior version of herself as Batgirl that never grew up, Bette will think Babs has a stick up her ass and will respond to her condescension by dialing up all the parts of herself Babs hates to eleven and never listening to her ever, which Barbara 'Control Freak' Gordon would just be overjoyed about. They'd HATE each other.

Bruce Wayne: Do I even. Need to explain why this won't work? Do I really? I don't think I do.

Dick Grayson: The only one with whom Bette has a canon relationship! It's bad! Bette had a rather aggressive crush on him for a long time, which Dick was, understandably, rather annoyed by. Dick pretty consistently saw the worst parts of Bette and it lead him to not only disrespect her as a hero, but dislike her as a person and consider her an active liability on the field. In the Beast Boy Miniseries, he went so far as to read her the riot act and tell her to quit. Which she didn't. This moment seems to have shattered Bette's hero worship of him and instead gave her an understandable dislike of him. They have history and it's not a positive one. I think they could maybe work themselves up to a non-hostile acquaintance status if they really put the effort in, but they have no reason to do so. Unlike the rest of the batfam, who'd mostly dislike Bette for superficial reasons or unfortunate presumptions, Dick and Bette hate each other for reasons rooted in a disastrous personal history that they don't have a reason to talk through. This is on top of Dick's personality not being all that compatible with Bette's in the first place, so even if they got over their history, they'd be unlikely to be friends. So yeah. Not happening.

[butcherlarry]

Weekly Fic Rec 48

JFC IT'S COLD! At least where I'm at (negative degrees Fahrenheit). If it's cold where you're at, stay inside, get cozy, and read some good fics! Here are some recs!

First time for everything (or the time when Batman slept on the job) by PinkGold - Superbat, complete. A lovely fluffy fic about Batman being sleepy and Superman taking him to bed.

sever the blight by TheResurrectionist - Batfam, complete. The JL and Batkids get stranded on a planet with little to no food. Bruce gives his food rations to his kids. Much angst, especially for Superman :(

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 - Superbat, wip. More mer Bruce fic! More adorable sheep!

Broken Bones by Elegitre - Batfam, wip. Wing fic! Baby stalker Tim gets and injuried wing when stalking his favorite vigilantes. Luckily, Batman and Robin are there to help.

A Brief Respite by teeslover - Superbat, complete. Another eepy Batman fic, this time Robin is there!

Emergency Contact by Elegitre - Batfam, wip. An update of the fic where Tim lists Bruce as his emergency contact and gets injured. Bruce forgor to tell Jason about Tim. Angst ensues.

Mission: seducing Superman by Speechless_since_1998 - Superbat, wip. Bruce has acquired a Cass and is getting ready for a date with Clark. Talia has also entered the chat.

Coffee Mugs by Ktkat9 - Superbat, complete. Clark breaks his favorite mug :( Bruce finds him a new one :)

Double, Double, Toil and Trouble by HummusandPeeta - Superbat, complete. Bruce gets cursed by a witch, and for some reason, Clark starts to get sick.

reap what you sow by ShowMeAHero - Superbat, complete. Clark gets kidnapped and ransomed. Bruce (not Batman) saves the day.

Just A Little Bit... by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, wip. An update to this Alien Clark and Eldritch Bruce fic. The batfam is reunited, but Clark finds out Lex has been doing some Shenanigans.

gentle but overwhelming by OkayAristotle - Superbat, complete. Bruce gets severely injured, Clark goes a little overboard with the "Get Well Soon" flowers.

we shall be free; we shall find peace by mediant - Superbat & Superfam, wip. Clark and Kon have a talk, Lex sends Clark on a mission to bug Bruce Wayne's computer. I am chewing on my nails, I'm so nervous (and excited!!!) to read what happens next! :D

The Brothers Wayne by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat & Batfam, wip. Bruce is still freaking out about his brother (Wade Wilson) visiting the manor. Kate stops by to (not) help, heehee.

The Big Night by Elegitre - Batfam, complete. Bruce finds toddler Tim wandering around alone at a gala. He falls in love with this lost child instantly. But where are Tim's parents?

Happy Reading!

[txttletale]

(Other than the really weird bit about "Male presenting Doctor") what were your thoughts about the specials?

pretty mixed bag, pretty messy, but good overall. i think they were very obviously a nostalgia trip for people around my age lol and it worked! i loved seeing tennant and tate back onscreen together, their chemistry hasn't aged a bit, and honestly just watching doctor who that wasn't written by chris chibnall was a breath of fresh air. they weren't boring, like seasons 11 and 12 were, and they didn't go too far off the other end into nonsense like flux did. characters want things again! the show can let itself just be silly! i was literally cheering out loud when donna and the doctor were just saying random scifi gobbledegook at each other for like a solid several minutes during the star beast.

the structure of the specials kind of baffles me. i love wild blue yonder--i think it's definitively the best of the specials as a standalone, it's absolutely fantastic, creepy and atmospheric and bringing things around to RTD's strength, which is well-written characters interacting with each other and letting good actors just act. but at the same time i dont understand why it exists? it feels like...idk. imagine if you watched the star wars original trilogy but instead of the empire strikes back the middle film was just a feature length film about luke and han surviving on an ice planet with no reference to anything that happens in the last film except the two characters' relationship. and then the next film was still return of the jedi, unchanged. it felt like that

i liked all the weird campy silliness of the star beast and the giggle, and they were both very fun! neil patrick harris gave a fantastic performance, there are a lot of very memorable sequences from the giggle, but it's very very all over the place. so many threads get kind of picked up and go nowhere. the toymaker's haunted house dimension goes nowhere. RTD's eyerolling social media commetnary goes nowhere (thank god tbh but yknow im illustrating something here). even the toymaker kind of goes nowhere, after ncuti gatwa shows up he's bascially an afterthought who loses by dropping a ball. obvious parallels to david tennant's first episode with that ball scene could be made, but just... aren't. it feels like load-bearing sectikons of the plot and themes were cut out to make room for a backdoor pilot for the stupid fucking UNIT spinoff

oh and it goes without saying i fucking hate all the UNIT wank in the star beast and the giggle. i hope space nine eleven 2 happens to their stupid fucking avengers tower i cannot stand kate stewart who is constantly a murderous bonehead (in the giggle alone she gets two pepole killed by not listening to the doctor and assuming that this teleporting godlike entity could be restrainted by Two Guys) who is both in and out of universe just a boring nepo baby with no merit of her own

um. i still dont know what happened with the regeneration. i think the implication is that when david tennant dies hell time travel back to become ncuti gatwa inside himself--at least the rehab dialogue seems to make that implication. but it's not really explained or explored? baffling. i do think that fourteen getting to settle down and live a peaceful life with his friends is cute.

oh yeah and the ask said other than that but goddd there was some good stuff in the star beast and honestly with the state of the UK media i will take any perspective on trans people that includes baseline human erespect but some of those lines made me cringe so bad. anyway overall i am cautiously optimistic for the future of the show--oh ncuti was fucking great did i mention that i instantly bnought him as the doctor he owned the scene, the moment he was there it was clear he was the protagonist, and i liked the church on ruby road well enough too--i am cautiously optimistic but i worry that a big UNIT-shaped tumor will devour huge chunks of it and it'll be annoying. also russel t davies is like 60 and i just dont want to hear what he has to say about twitter so im not looking forward to dot and bubble

[angelwurdz]

Astrological observations n3

The rising signs part:01 🌅

Fire risings

Fiery ascendants are my favorites. They are a ray of sunshine and a ball of creative and entertaining energy.

✿ Leo rising

Marilyn Monroe and Johnny Depp are a good representation of a Leo rising. They are sophisticated, attractive and most of all have a remarkable style. Attention and fame gets to them very easily and they usually have really nice hair.

✿ Sagittarius rising

Anne Hathaway, Nelson Mandela and Agatha Christie are all Sag risings. This placement makes the person very philosophical, adventurous and peace loving. They are an interesting person to talk to and tend to mix humor in their conversations. You will never feel bored with a Sagittarius rising!

✿ Aries rising

Aries rising are bold, frank and goal driven. The fact that Shakira and Rihanna have this placement explains everything. They are the moment. These people won’t give up until they see their dreams come true. Their voice is meant to be heard!

Air risings

✿ Aquarius rising

One of my favorite placements. These people are unique and eccentric just like David Bowie, Jim Morrison, and Audrey Hepburn. They tend to have their own signature styles. I noticed they often have dreamy eyes and just like Sagittarius risings very friendly personalities. Never put an Aquarius rising in a cage they value their freedom and creativity above all

✿ Libra rising

Kate Winslet, Harry Styles, Will Smith, Doja Cat, Jared Leto and many famous celebrities have this placement. They are naturally talented and ambitious. They are ruled by Venus the planet of love so they are sophisticated and soft spoken they know exactly how to get what they want.

✿ Gemini rising

Something I noticed about Gemini rising is that they are good with words! They have a good sense of humor. Jennifer Lawrence and Drew Barrymore are the best example. They are friendly and a social butterfly. Since Gemini risings rule the lungs and throat. They also tend to have an excellent voice and exquisite writing skills as well just like Amy Winehouse and Lady Gaga.

[defjux]

200 of my favorite albums that I swear by, from any genre - limited to one per artist. I always wanted to do this since the start of the decade and finally got around to it. I’ve had a lot of different musical obsessions up to this point and periods where i was deep into specific genres so I tried to make sure all of that was represented here. Overall it’s a mix of personal classics that I go back to constantly, albums that helped form my taste, and some recently stuff I love. Didn’t want to stress too much over the order, but i’d say the first 50ish are pretty accurate. I’ll post the list below, and a version of the charts with the titles included. Let me know what you think - any favorites here? What would some of your picks be? Let me know. Peace. Charts with album titles included  1. At the Drive-In - Relationship of Command 2. Organized Konfusion - Stress: The Extinction Agenda 3. Aesop Rock - Labor Days 4. Ghostface Killah - Supreme Clientele 5. Cannibal Ox - The Cold Vein 6. MF DOOM - MM..Food 7. De La Soul - Buhloone Mindstate 8. John Coltrane - A Love Supreme 9. Converge - Jane Doe 10. Billy Woods & Blockhead - Dour Candy 11. The Mars Volta - De-Loused in the Comatorium 12. Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient 13. Portishead - Dummy 14. The Dillinger Escape Plan - Ire Works 15. Björk - Vespertine 16. El-P - I'll Sleep When You're Dead 17. The Roots - Illadelph Halflife 18. Isis - Wavering Radiant 19. The Pharcyde - Labcabincalifornia 20. Miles Davis - In A Silent Way 21. Edan - Beauty and the Beat 22. Deltron 3030 - Deltron 3030 23. A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauders 24. Company Flow - Funcrusher Plus 25. Every Time I Die - The Big Dirty 26. Gospel - The Moon Is a Dead World 27. OutKast - ATLiens 28. GZA/Genius - Liquid Swords 29. DJ Shadow - Endtroducing..... 30. Dälek - From Filthy Tongue of Gods and Griots 31. Stereolab - Dots and Loops 32. Refused - The Shape of Punk to Come 33. Mos Def - The Ecstatic 34. Boredoms - Vision Creation Newsun 35. Freestyle Fellowship - Innercity Griots 36. Redman - Dare Iz A Darkside 37. Armand Hammer - Paraffin 38. Panopticon - Autumn Eternal 39. Wu-Tang Clan - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) 40. Godspeed You! Black Emperor - F# A# ∞ 41. Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star 42. Ornette Coleman - Science Fiction 43. Electric Masada - At the Mountains of Madness 44. Orchid - Orchid 45. Alice Coltrane - Journey in Satchidananda 46. Digable Planets - Blowout Comb 47. Grouper - A I A: Alien Observer 48. Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back 49. Charles Mingus - Let My Children Hear Music 50. Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night

51. Milo - who told you to think??!!?!?!?! 52. Boris - Flood 53. Stan Getz & João Gilberto - Getz/Gilberto 54. Dr. Yen Lo - Days With Dr. Yen Lo 55. Avantdale Bowling Club - Avantdale Bowling Club 56. zeroh - awfulalterations 57. toe - For Long Tomorrow 58. Sun Ra - Sleeping Beauty 59. Dark Time Sunshine - ANX 60. Kayo Dot - Choirs of the Eye 61. Kate Bush - The Dreaming 62. Boards of Canada - Geogaddi 63. Unwound - Repetition 64. Jeru the Damaja - The Sun Rises In The East 65. Massive Attack - Mezzanine 66. Black Moon - Enta Da Stage 67. Tim Hecker - Harmony In Ultraviolet 68. CunninLynguists - A Piece of Strange 69. Quasimoto - The Further Adventures of Lord Quas 70. Glassjaw - Worship and Tribute 71. Sonny Sharrock - Ask The Ages 72. J Dilla - Donuts 73. Aceyalone - A Book of Human Language 74. D'Angelo - Voodoo 75. Jam Baxter - ...So We Ate Them Whole 76. Pharoah Sanders - Karma 77. Danny Brown - XXX (Deluxe Edition) 78. Gravediggaz - 6 Feet Deep 79. Sonic Sum - The Sanity Annex 80. Death - Symbolic 81. Funkadelic - Maggot Brain 82. Mach-Hommy - DUMPMEISTER 83. Prince Paul - A Prince Among Thieves 84. Nas - Illmatic 85. Grant Green - Idle Moments 86. Gang Starr - Moment Of Truth 87. Agalloch - Ashes Against the Grain 88. O.C. - Word...Life 89. Ne Obliviscaris - Portal Of I 90. Joni Mitchell - Hejira 91. Mr Key & Greenwood Sharps - Yesterday's Futures 92. Little Brother - The Listening 93. Max Roach - Members, Don't Git Weary 94. Cult Favorite - FOR MADMEN ONLY 95. Deftones - White Pony 96. Marvin Gaye - What's Going On 97. Cocteau Twins - Treasure 98. Prince - Sign o' the Times 99. Pageninetynine - Document #8 100. Boldy James & Sterling Toles - Manger on McNichols 101. NoMeansNo - Wrong 102. Fiona Apple - The Idler Wheel... 103. Baroness - Blue Record 104. Drive Like Jehu - Yank Crime 105. Alcest - Écailles de lune 106. Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx 107. David Bowie - The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars 108. Madlib - Beat Konducta Vol. 5-6: A Tribute To Dilla 109. Aphex Twin - druqks 110. Electric Wizard - Dopethrone 111. Siah & Yeshua dapoED - The Visualz Anthology 112. Discordance Axis - The Inalienable Dreamless 113. Mastodon - Crack the Skye 114. Juggaknots - Re:Release 115. The Cure - Pornography 116. Wolves in the Throne Room - Two Hunters 117. Erykah Badu - Mama's Gun 118. Fela Kuti - Expensive Shit 119. Blu - Below the Heavens 120. Ohbliv - Retrospective 121. Shibusashirazu Orchestra - 渋星 (=Shibuboshi) 122. United Nations - The Next Four Years 123. Mobb Deep - The Infamous 124. The Chariot - Long Live 125. Serengeti - Ajai 126. Heltah Skeltah - Nocturnal 127. Talking Heads - Remain In Light (Deluxe Version) 128. Autechre - LP5 129. Lil Ugly Mane - THIRD SIDE OF THE TAPE 130. Roc Marciano - Reloaded 131. Yndi Halda - Enjoy Eternal Bliss 132. Albert Ayler - Spiritual Unity 133. Open Mike Eagle & Paul White - Hella Personal Film Festival 134. Melt-Banana - Fetch 135. Bad Brains - Bad Brains 136. Deathspell Omega - Paracletus 137. Nujabes - Modal Soul 138. Nails - Unsilent Death 139. Cavalier - Private Stock 140. Flying Lotus - You're Dead! 141. The Avalanches - Since I Left You 142. Lightning Bolt - Hypermagic Mountain 143. Envy - Insomniac Doze 144. Gojira - From Mars to Sirius 145. The Doppelgangaz - Lone Sharks 146. System of a Down - Toxicity 147. letlive - Fake History 148. Goodie Mob - Soul Food 149. Death Grips - Ex Military 150. Jeromes Dream - Seeing Means More Than Safety 151. Standing On The Corner - Red Burns 152. Hüsker Dü - Zen Arcade 153. maudlin of the Well - Leaving Your Body Map 154. Oddisee - The Good Fight 155. Krallice - Years Past Matter 156. tricot - T H E 157. Gorguts - Obscura 158. Kvelertak - Kvelertak 159. Shabazz Palaces - Black Up 160. Sade - Love Deluxe 161. Opeth - Ghost Reveries 162. The Fall of Troy - Doppelgänger 163. Batsumi - Batsumi 164. Deafheaven - New Bermuda 165. Leonard Cohen - Songs of Leonard Cohen 166. The Number Twelve Looks Like You - Worse Than Alone 167. Dragged Into Sunlight - Hatred For Mankind 168. Earl Sweatshirt - some rap songs 169. Burial - Untrue 170. Mgła - Exercises in futility 171. Emperor - Anthems To The Welkin At Dusk 172. Fugazi - Red Medicine 173. Lord Finesse - The Awakening 174. Cult of Luna - Somewhere Along The Highway 175. Cryptopsy - None So Vile 176. The Ahmad Jamal Trio - The Awakening 177. Bohren & der Club of Gore - Black Earth 178. Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill 179. Bear vs Shark – Right Now, You're In The Best Of Hands 180. Wormrot - Voices 181. Broadcast - Tender Buttons 182. Swans - Swans Are Dead: Live '95-'97 183. Yves Tumor - Heaven to a Tortured Mind 184. AFI - The Art of Drowning 185. Mazzy Star - So Tonight That I Might See 186. Botch - We Are the Romans 187. NEPTUNIAN MAXIMALISM - Éons 188. Sigur Ros - Takk... 189. Rubberoom - Architechnology 190. Herbie Hancock - Sextant 191. Big K.R.I.T. - 4eva Is a Mighty Long Time 192. Oh No - Oh No Vs. Now-Again 193. Weyes Blood - Titanic Rising 194. Hella - Hold Your Horse Is 195. Loma Prieta - I.V. 196. Defcee - Lacuna 197. Genesis Owusu - Smiling with No Teeth 198. Brutus - Nest 199. Bruno Pernadas ‎- Those Who Throw Objects At The Crocodiles... 200. The Koreatown Oddity - Little Dominiques Nosebleed

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Um uh, howdy sex witch!

I unfortunately was raised christian at a private school where the extent of my sex ed was basically the most generic description of how sex works + abortion and premarital sex is a sin also because ur afab ur purpose on this planet is to have babies! And unfortunately that has not had the best effect on me. If you happen to have any good sex ed resources I would love to read them, and if you can, so you have any advice to not feel.. guilty, I guess, afterwards? Sorry if this message is nonsensical I'm not used to talking to people about this lmao

hello anon!

congrats on moving on from all that and seeking out info for yourself!

I cannot recommend Lindsey Doe's youtube channel, Sexplanations, enough as a starting point for learning about sex and sexuality. Dr. Doe's videos are short, lighthearted, and bursting with info, plus the archive goes back YEARS! almost any topic you can think of has been covered by Dr. Doe at some point, so you can search for specifics or scroll through tons of videos and click on anything that catches your interest. Dr. Doe also has crossovers with other educators and recommendations of other resources to check out, so it's a great rabbit hole of learning to fall down! if you like podcasts, I just recommended Kate Lister's Betwixt the Sheets the other day and I'll happily do it again; Lister covers a wide range of historical topics, some much more sexual than others, with different guest experts every episode, and always keeps it fun, inquisitive, and far too curious to be judgmental.

your other question, how to not feel guilty about sex, is more complicated; I can't just point you to a youtuber for that one. but 6000 years ago, long before I was the sex witch, I had a lot of discomfort with sex too! the thing that got me through that was pursuing more information, watching people with much less negative judgments about sex talk about it like any other topic that was interesting, worth discussing, and no more shameful or special than any other topic. like, the more I listened to other people talk about, say, masturbation as a thing that was very natural and cool and fun to discuss, the more at ease I felt with touching my own body.

it's not an easy or linear process, but the process of learning to replace shame with open-minded wonder and curiosity instead of shame is well-worth the practice and makes life more interesting on a hundred different levels, not just sex. don't be hard on yourself when you catch yourself slipping into old sex-negative patterns, sit yourself down and have a little convo with yourself. recognize that you're doing your best to think differently and appreciate the progress you've made, while giving yourself whatever pep talk you need to alleviate those feelings of guilt. do you journal? journaling through the yucky feelings can be soooo helpful for releasing them and finding some peace of mind and clarity.

[drywit-dimpledsmile]

BridgertonBabe Drabble/AU (in timeline order)

Literally no one asked for this, not even @bridgertonbabe​ but as someone who love Shinnie’s writing and for those who love to keep up with her non-official fics, I had some time to spare to get everything organized for her fics not on AO3:

Royals AU

Long Story Short (the entire summary of the Benophie love story)

RIP King Edmund May He Rest in Peace

ABCG Serves in the Military: a summary

It’s not a Bridgerton story without scandal!

How Sophie Met Her Teenage Crush

How Benedict Met The Love of His Life

Prince Benedict and Sophie’s First Date

Sophie and Benedict Learn to Compromise

House Bridgerton Finds Out

Benedict and Sophie Find Out that Everyone Else Found Out

Princess Sophie and her GNO

Popping the Question

Teenage Dream

Prince Benedict and Miss Sophie Beckett’s Engagement Announcement

Royals fight off the Media

Sophie’s First Royal Engagement

Sophie Sees My Cottage For the First Time

Queen Violet Gives Sophie a Wedding Present

An Interrupted Honeymoon Surprise

The Princess-ification of Sophie Beckett

House Bridgerton tries to take a Family Photo

Prince Charlie Gets Baptized and of course his cousins are up to no good

Princess Sophie and Queen Lucy and their no good, terrible relatives

Queen Kate and Princess Sophie Get Lady Boners for their husbands at a polo match

Baby Violet is Born

Prince Benedict is a Girl Dad (pt. 1)

Prince Benedict is a Girl Dad (pt. 2)

2 Little Girls and their Merry Rake Uncle

House Bridgerton Shenanigans

King Anthony is Tired of his Family

The Benophie (Royal) Babies are Ranked by their Parents

Long Live The Queen!

Harry Potter AU:

Violet Has a Vision 

Edmund Figures It Out

ABC Rescue Sophie

Ember’s Origin Story (Ember the Owl Adventures - in timeline order)

Ember Adopts Benedict as her surrogate father

Hyacinth’s obsession with Sophie continues in every universe and Ember is stuck in the middle

Ember Gets Attacked by Gnomes

The Gnome at Dinner incident

Professor Danbury Meets Ember

Edmund bonds with his first “grandchild” (*the grandchild is an owl)

The Benophie Babies with Ember

Pre-Yule Ball Bliss

Summary of Benedict F*&KING up (Pt. 1) :-) 

*BONUS: Summary of Benedict NOT F*&KING up (AN AU OF AN AU)

Benedict and Sophie’s Yule Ball First Kiss

Benedict finds out about Fletcher

The Menace Called Fletcher

Screaming the wrong name in bed (Benedict’s Version)

Benedict F*&KING up (Pt. 2) :-)

Screaming the wrong name in bed (Sophie’s Version)

Michael’s 23rd Birthday

The Panic Attack Saved In True HP fashion: with Love

Sophie and Benedict Struggle to Conjure their Patronuses

Anthony Fails at Being a Wingman

Best Man and Bridesmaid duties (ft. Kathony)

FINALLY!

Sophie’s First Time That In Retrospect She’s Glad it didn’t happen in a Greek Beach

Protecting their Love Bubble

Sophie Gets Moved In (and other stuff)

Colin attempts to Crucio Ben

The Lingerie Everyone Needs in Life

Benedict Thinks Sophie Beckett is the most perfect human on the planet (VALID)

Colin and Philip Reconcile after Baby Mama Drama and Sophie and Benedict Get Engaged

Sophie Has a Tumble (tw//miscarriage)

Little Charlie is Born

Colin the Cat crawls his way into the My Cottage Family

The Benophie Babies Get Sorted!

William Turns his Brothers into Weasels

William Gets a Howler 

Irwins AU

Long Story Short

Sophie is the Bridgerton’s Biggest Fan Girl

Edmund Becomes Sophie’s Dad

Benophie Loves Elephants 

The Benophie Babies are Introduced (LION KING STYLE)

The Umbrella Academy AU

Umbrella Academy Assemble?

Benedict Becomes the Man of Sophie’s Dreams...Literally

Bridgertons Assemble?

Sophie Forgets

All Hell Breaks Loose

Benedict and Sophie Finally Reunite....Then Time Travel Splits Them Up :( 

If I missed anything let me know! 

UPDATED (10/26/22): with the Ember the Owl Adventures

UPDATED (4/5/23): with 5 months worth of new drabbles and new fics!

[separatist-apologist]

crawling into your ask box to beg for your monster book recs

i've had my eye on ice planet barbarians for a while, but i thought i would ask the resident monster expert

you already had me picking up the captive prince i'm the captive prince anon so i know you'd never do me wrong

Sorry, Captive Prince anon. I turned anons off tonight and deleted all [garbled number] asks in my box (sorry if your ask went unanswered) so now everyone is forced to say what they think to me to my face for the time being.

My monster fic recc's?

The Hoard King series by Zoey Draven. If you know me then you know how rabid I am about this series. Humans vs alien barbarian dudes (they have tails if memory serves me- perhaps a reread???). Basically humans are resettled on a new planet and a few (un)lucky ladies run afoul with the local warlords. I think it checks a lot of ACOTAR loving girlies boxes

Of course you should read Ruby Dixon's ice planet barbarians but her dragon shifter series was the inspiration for Wonderland and if you liked dragon shifter Lucien/Az/Cassian, you will LOVE hers. The premise is different- earth is also inhospitable thanks to a rip in the world where dragons come through, and surprise! They have human mates.

Opal Reyne is like, 101 monster girlie reading. I really liked her Duskwalker Bride trilogy and that's probably where I would start if you're looking for a legit monster

The Krakens Sacrifice by Katee Robert- it's fine. Something about Katee Roberts writing is just meh to me. Sometimes it's really good and I love it and other times it's just not it. I didn't like her RH Vampire book and I know people raved about it, and I did like this mostly. I finished it, and I think its good.

Finley Fenn's Orc Romance series. God yes, and you can finally see what @/ablogofbipanic is always teasing me about. These books are REALLY good, again I think the ACOTAR girlies would enjoy it. I have one minor complaint about how much the FMC enjoys drinking a certain bodily fluid and when I flippantly said it must taste like diet coke they way they go after it, I have never known a moments peace

Devoured By Monsters by Katie May and Ann Denton. Is this good? No. Not at all. Is it entertaining? yes. And sometimes that's enough. It's reverse harem that leans into the monster genre in the most absurd way (someone can shape shift into a mouth) and the whole time I was like, do I need to re-find religion? Uncertain.

This is where I would start for now. I almost added the spider romance that was the inspiration for Vansssssspider but honestly it has too much spider politics and not enough spider [redacted] which is what we all came for.

[how-masterful]

Remastered

Dhawan!Master X Reader

Chapter 9: The Power of Three

Summary: The cubes arrived in mystery, and have stayed there for a whole year. You’ve dragged the curious, and slightly jealous, Master into a year of self imposed domesticity. But what happens when those strange cubes finally begin to wake up?

Notes: The first proper remaster of 2023! And yes, hold your shock, another series 7 episode. Would it make you laugh if i said this wasn’t even my favourite series (but is very much up there!) Thank you so much for all the love this series has gotten since it’s started. Our next part is story number 10 (well technically 13 if you count the four parter and the extra new earth- but like the Doctor, we could argue over numbers for days!) I hope you enjoy this part, and as always thank you to @plethora-of-imagines​ for being my proof reader in times of writing crisis!

It had been 365 days since they’d arrived. 

Palm sized black cubes, mathematically perfect to even the smallest micrometre, each exactly identical to one another, devoid of any and all differing imperfections. Black cubes that had rolled off the intergalactic production line, before dropping out of the sky as the sun rose over the horizon. A quick glance at your mobile news feed had brought you back to Earth to investigate, the Master arguing it was purely for jealous satisfaction- if somebody else was trying to invade your planet, he wanted to know. You also considered his desire to stay put for the first week to see if the Doctor would make an appearance, sticking her blonde head out of the TARDIS door and solving the problem as easy as mowing the lawn. 

But the Doctor never showed, the familiar wheeze of the blue box never drifting through the breeze. Instead, UNIT had taken a chance upon the next best thing- and now Kate Stewart had a tracking proof, bug proof, anything proof burner phone loaded with her number and given to the Master, one also kept for herself. A deal that would most definitely be under review, pending the results of the cubes.

If there was anything the Master excelled at, beyond flamboyant universal conquest and being the last great appreciator of disco, it was playing the long game. Years of establishing himself as anything from professors to prime ministers, building an entire afterlife to waiting out nearly eighty years jail hopping, had trained the Timelord to gain a strangely enviable level of patience: the application of said patience always depending on rather the less enviable, more volatile nature of his mood swings. 

If you were to simplify things, the Doctor was a hyperactive puppy: needing constant mental enrichment, her conversations a tangle of tangents and unfollowable trails of thought. But the Master was the most seasoned of spoiled house cats: able to lounge and preen in bouts of attention, concocting his own games to keep himself dangerously occupied. If silence from the doctor was a moment of peace, silence from the Master was inspiration for suspicion. 

Luckily for you, you were privy to the times where the Master could be nothing of the sort.

His hearts pounded softly within his warm skin, your naked form pressed against his bare chest, bodies glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as you lay in a satisfied pile upon the sofa. The Master's hands were idly trailing down your spine, fingers drawing the ghosts of shapes, a warm brown fur blanket covering your lower halves- a feeble attempt at some sort of privacy from the room. Your eyelids were almost heavy, hair sprawling behind as the tv continued to play the long abandoned reality shows. The cubes were their own celebrities now, a year after they’d dropped out of the sky. Tv documentaries, dramas, crafting shows, soap operas. Hollywood was even trying to cash in. 

The evening had started with yourself and the Master watching (or in his case, hate watching) the Apprentice, the pair of you smirking at the fact Lord Sugar probably had no clue he’d be still hosting the show with his consciousness in a droid in the future. But the Masters wandering hands had ensured you’d missed quite a lot of the episode.

“There's no way they’ll end up profiting.” The Master said softly, fingers still delicately caressing.

You hummed in agreement, pressing a small peck to his collar.

“I’ve got no clue who's the project manager.”

“Pink shirt, she’s a little bossy but willing to cooperate. Blue shirt overspent on the catering, he’s not going to stand a chance in the boardroom.”

You chuckled softly, the Master turning his gaze down to stare at you curiously.

“What?”

“You.” You replied, adjusting yourself to meet the Master's eyes.

“You’re laying on my sofa on a random Thursday. We’ve played a game of chess, gone for a walk, and even though we’ve been to the shops we still decided to order a takeaway. You sat here and told me how you almost stopped pizza ever being invented, and now we’re watching the Apprentice after having sex.”

The Master blinked puzzlingly.

“I’m waiting for the funny part.”

You tilted your head, fingertips gently circling over the skin of his chest, drawing shapes around one of his hearts.

“I never thought you’d be so domestic. I like it.”

The Master gaped in disbelief, bordering on wild offence. You giggled once more as the Timelord narrowed his eyes in disgust.

“How dare you use that word. I’d rather you call me a bastard.”

“I did say I liked it, though! It’s been so long since I've spent time on Earth like this, so mundane. It’s a nice change of pace, not worrying about being on the wrong end of a death ray.”

He shifted beneath you, pulling an arm behind his head and reclining back upon it. You moved along with his adjusted position, resting upon your elbow, your hair falling loosely behind.

“It’s also slightly comical to see the man I've seen blow up entire planets do the weekly shop.”

“You forget I've spent my fair share of days on Earth, love.” The Master bit back, the ugly chill of his exile breezing across the back of his neck.

“I’m not a stranger to the domestic, just highly opposed to it.”

“It’s nice, though. What we’ve been doing. You have to admit, it’s hardly been torture.”

You began to walk your fingers teasingly over the Masters collar, fingertips ghosting over the veins in his throat, creeping towards his jaw.

“You can’t say you haven’t been treated right.”

The Master hummed out a devious chuckle, slowly bucking his hips beneath you, urging your body to inch closer to his own.

“Mmm, that is true. My lovely wife has indeed helped to keep the bed nice and warm. And this sofa. And the bath. And the dining table, if I remember rightly.”

You playfully shushed him, placing a finger upon his lips. Your touch soon morphed to cradle his cheek, thumb brushing over the bone. The Timelord didn’t protest a single movement.

“The nicest part of it is having you here with me. Being able to share this part of myself with you.”

A small smile curved upon the Master's lips, his brown eyes softening somewhat.

“Well love, you’ve hardly been selfish with the other parts of yourself.”

“You’re a goddamn sex fiend.”

You teased, leaning down and stealing a small peck from the Timelords lips.

“Takes two to tango.”

He leant up to deepen your connection, warm hands snaking around your back and attempting to pull your body closer to his own. You knew if you indulged you wouldn’t be able to move, locked in an endless spiral of delicious ecstasy, one you would never dream of attempting to free yourself from. But you were also beginning to feel the chill of sweat settle across your skin, the layer of dew making the encounter feel slightly less romantic than it should have.

“No, Master, stop it-”

You warned, pulling the Timelords hands from your waist and clutching them within your own. The Master grinned, leaning back against the sofa and giving a carefree shrug, relinquishing control of his arms to your touch.

“I’m going to run a bath.”

The Master's eyebrow raised as you pulled yourself free from his clutches, sliding from under the blanket and laying it back over the Master's bottom half. You plucked his shirt from the pile of clothes decorating the floor, throwing it over your head and doing up the buttons, ignoring the way the Master dramatically pouted at the loss of your fully naked body. You made your way out of the lounge and onto the stairs, out of sight of the Timelord. It wasn’t like he hadn’t already committed every part of you to memory.

“I’m going to use that new body wash I got today.”

You said innocently, calling over your shoulder as you headed up the stairs.

“I may need a second opinion on it!”

The Master chuckled to himself, before settling down to stare up at the ceiling, a large breath escaping his lungs. He pondered to himself, alone with his thoughts, the Apprentice successfully ignored. He mulled over your words, turning them over in his head. Tasting them, taking in their scent, seeing if he liked the sensation of them. You said he was being domestic… one step up from being domesticated. You also said you liked it. But you also didn’t say you liked it more, he reasoned. You hadn’t indicated a preference for any of his states of being. Which made his analysis of your words feel even stranger.

Did you prefer him like this? The normal husband, rather than the spaceman that took you away? Would you mourn the loss of this when he inevitably found out who was trying to invade the planet he’d already called dibs on? Or, a more terrifying prospect, would this invasion ever end?

The Master's face fell. He hadn’t ever considered the idea of not knowing. In the many, many endings he’d planned for the scenario, not one of them had included never finding out the reason why. Of course, knowing his luck, the moment you both left earth the cubes would detonate and pulverise the planet, and you would never let him live it down. But that would also mean he kept you away from harm.

The Timelord scowled, furrowing his brow. He didn’t like the amount of questions his brains were presenting. He never liked thinking about a plan with this much detail. Especially when it wasn’t his. A tiny part of him scolded himself for taking a companion and letting himself have something else to look after beside himself. But the other parts of him proceeded to beat that thought into the ground, squashing it beneath their metaphorical shoes.

He turned towards the coffee table, the Tv having swapped to some random drama about a historical figure, and stared at the small black cube. It sat next to the empty pizza box and the unlit candle, right beside the abandoned TV remote and the Masters new favourite glasses. 

He reached over and plucked the pair of spectacles from the table, grasping hold of the cube in his other hand as he placed the glasses on his face. He inspected the cube with a newfound disgruntlement, spinning the mathematically perfect creation in his hands. Why did these stupid little cubes arrive? Who sent them? And why were they still here, if not to give him an extreme internal crisis?

“What are you?” He muttered to himself, squinting his eyes to scrutinise the box.

“What are you doing?”

The Master scrunched his nose in disapproval, his narrow eyes now a full blown glare.

“You’ve survived fire, ice, gravity, atomic radiation, and even tissue compression. Do something.” He urged, hands now clutching the box tighter.

“Do something, you annoying thing. Go on. Or are you just a waste of my time?”

The Master paused, watching the cube intently. He waited, internally goading the small black box to do something. But it did nothing, sitting in his grasp as it had done for the last year. With a grunt, the Master flung the box across the room, letting it tumble to the floor and crash into the carpet. 

He stared at the box for a brief moment, his anger rising exponentially when suddenly, the cube opened.

Upstairs you were in the bathroom, the door having opened with a small squeak. You headed over towards the bag of toiletries you’d bought, unpacking the items onto the side. You couldn’t help but wonder if the Master had been slightly put off by your words earlier. He was a sarcastic bitch at the best of times, an eye roll never too far behind. But you worried he’d taken your words to hearts. You’d poured your soul out to him with the best intentions. Well, it was more like you’d filled a coffee mug rather than refilling the Pacific, however the point still stood. 

You did enjoy your time of domestic bliss, free from trouble and danger and peril. You enjoyed the domesticity of the TARDIS too. Reading in the library, swimming in the pool, picking disguises from the wardrobe and playing bedroom roulette. Baking cakes with ingredients that if baked wrong would set your hair on fire, ordering things from Kerblam and trying to hide the packages from the Master, knowing full well they’d show up in the order history and on the transactions of his intergalactic black card. It was domestic, but it was a new kind. One where instead of him sharing his world with you, you were sharing yours with him.

A small pulsating sound pulled you from your introspection, the famed body wash being placed upon the side. You turned over your shoulder, hoping it was merely the humming of the pipes. Instead it was the small cube in the corner, which had effectively become a candle stand. You plucked the small candle from the top of the cube, abandoning the jar to the side of the bath as you stared at the cube in awe. The small box had begun to shimmer a deep blue, glowing and spiralling in what you presumed to be an alien text. You leant down, bringing the cube to eye level, staring curiously at the small box. 

You played through every possibility- was it about to explode? Hatch? Was this a message from whoever sent the thing? Was it… alive?

The sprawling blue swirls disappeared as soon as they arrived. You stretched out a hand to grasp hold of the box, hand clamping down on the top of the square, when a painful sensation shot through your hand. You pulled away with a wince, cradling your wrist and inspecting the damage- A small square of needle pricks sat in the palm of your hand, tiny droplets of blood pooling at the mouths of the wounds. Your fears of alien tetanus were distracted by a steady beeping noise emanating from the cube. 

You looked up, eyes widening. The cube was showing your pulse.

The Master scurried over from his place on the couch, ignoring how the loss of the blanket left him rather exposed. He crouched down onto the floor, staring down at the awakening cube with widened eyes. The far side of the cube had opened, the panel sliding upwards, and a large beam of blue light spurted from the other side. The Master attempted to outrun the cube, darting to the other side to face it, but the cube was much faster. Before the Master could peer inside the cube had snapped its open side shut, taunting the Timelord by opening the panel on the other side instead. The Master growled, circling the cube once more, but the cube continued its game. After three more attempts the Master grasped hold of the cube, determined to see inside. The small black box was instantly searing hot in his hands, like it had been sat on a grill. The Master winced and threw the box into the air, proceeding to throw and catch the cube through various levels of pain.

 He ran through the door that linked the lounge to the kitchen, small welts appearing on his palms as he nakedly juggled the cube, wincing and swearing like a sailor as he went. The washing up bowl was still in the sink, the water ice cold, having been forgotten about from breakfast. The Timelord threw the sizzling cube into the bowl, the water bubbling and boiling like a cauldron. The cube refused to relent, steam and bubbles errupting to the surface. Saying a silent prayer, the Master turned on the cold tap, the bowl spilling over and into the wider basin of the sink. He hoped that would be enough to stop it burning its way through the centre of the Earth.

“Master!” You called urgently from the top of the stairs.

The Timelord turned over his shoulder, before glancing down at himself, visible debate upon his features. While he was sure you wouldn’t mind, he also considered that being fully naked beyond a pair of tortoise shell glasses wasn’t the most polite state of dress to be in when running up such a high water bill. He also hoped the neighbours were also distracted with their own cubes, and not nosy enough to see his antics through the floor to ceiling glass door to the garden. Purely for your sake, that was. Nudity had never been a thing of shame for his current face. He had been Rasputin, after all.

“Master!”

You called again, racing down the stairs, still only wearing his shirt. The Master sped into the living room, eyes scanning over the piles of clothes. His trousers, or underwear for that matter, were nowhere to be seen. Where the hell did you throw them?

“Fuck!” 

He hissed to himself, before grasping the blanket from the sofa and tying it around his waist like a towel. He ran into the hallway, the blanket already threatening to slide down his legs. You ended up meeting in the middle, your arms leaning on the bannister and you looked down at your husband.

“The cube in the bathroom just spiked my palm and showed my pulse!” You yelled, the Master grasping hold of the blanket and glancing back to the lounge. 

“The one on the coffee table kept opening its sides and then got boiling hot- also, where the hell did you throw my trousers?”

You looked down at the Master and gave a snorting laugh, when a loud bang came from the downstairs bathroom. It was a metallic zap, the sound colliding with metal. You both looked at the door, then each other, then back at the door as the sound grew louder and louder. The Master was about to step forwards, likely in an effort to be the brave one and open the bathroom door, but the cube beat him to it. 

The door swung open, the metal lock now burnt and smoking, and a cube came floating outwards, hovering menacingly in the air. You blinked in shock, your lips parting to ask what it was doing, when the front side slid open and a small laser sat within. The metal laser looked you both up and down, and you looked at the Master in confusion. But the Master was preoccupied with ducking from the blue laser bolt that had been shot directly at his head, which instead proceeded to shatter the vase of flowers on the side.

“Up!”

The Master cried, but you were already halfway up the stairs. With one hand covering his face and the other clutching at the blanket the Master stormed up the stairs, swiftly catching up with your speed and almost sprinting into the bedroom. The pair of you pressed your backs against the door, your fingers frantically trying to twist the knob shut. The floating cube was sending an assault in your direction, firing randomly and rapidly in every direction it could. Holes were punctured in the walls, pictures were shot down, the carpet singed. Now you anticipated that the cube would try to shoot you both dead. You knew if you took a death ray to the head, the ending would be quite swift. If the Master took the hit, you’d have to pray the wardrobe was fireproof. Either way, through fire or fury, you’d never get the deposit back.

You shut your eyes as you focussed on keeping the door pressed shut, the Master joining your mission as you felt the door continuously jolt forwards. The hits were heavy, but never enough to send the door free of its latch. It continued its firing for an endless two minutes, but those minutes felt like a day. It took the Master's hesitant prying of your body from the back of the door for you to realise the firing had stopped.

“Is it-”

The Master pressed a finger from his free hand to his lips, gesturing to the door with a tilt of his head. You swallowed, nodding in agreement as he ever so gently began to open the bedroom door. You spotted the TCE in his grasp, fingers clutching it like a phone- likely an instinct to carry it, you hadn’t even felt him leave the door to fish it from his jacket pocket on the chair. The Master wordlessly stepped out into the hallway, and you braced for the chaos. Maybe the cube was smart enough to plan a sneak attack. Growing the courage to poke your head around the door, you saw the Master was creeping down the staircase with slow, deliberate strides. You took the deepest of breaths as you carefully followed, watching as he peered through the bannister to watch the cube. He tilted his head like a curious animal, beckoning you with his head again, all while keeping his gaze on the lounge. You scuttled over to meet his side, careful not to squeak any troublesome floorboards.

“What’s it doing?”

You whispered, watching as the cube hovered in front of the tv. It was scanning it, cycling through endless images and scrolling through Wikipedia pages at lightning speed. You saw the history of the world pass over the screen, images of bombs and tanks mashed in with pictures of animals, machines and athletes.

“I’d say it’s doing its homework.” The Master whispered back.

“On what? Weaponry? Politics? Evolution?”

“Everything. Maybe it’s building up its information banks to… um… honestly I’ve not got a clue what it's doing now.”

The Master trailed off, confusion creeping across his features. The cube had stopped scrolling through Wikipedia, and was now on social media. Pictures of dogs in hats, a Youtube video on making bread, an Instagram model's trip to Paris. The cube was making its way rapid fire through every single social network site around. It had even posted a blank tweet.

The sound of a phone pinging upstairs stole your attention, the pair of you wincing as you anticipated the cube turning to face you both. You held your breath, awaiting the death ray, but it never came. The cube was too busy playing a game of Solitaire to notice. Sparing a glance to the Master, you cleared your throat.

“HEY!”

You called. The cube didn’t flinch. It was still hovering in the air, playing the game as fast as it could.

“C’mon.”

The Master had begun to trudge back upstairs, heading towards the bedroom and disappearing through the door. The cube had now begun online shopping, scrolling through hundreds of pairs of shoes and handbags, and was searching for a discount code. Your earlier fear had been replaced with pure confusion. Why had it suddenly ditched its efforts to kill you… to scroll the internet like a person?

By the time you’d finally made it upstairs, the Master was sitting on the bed and fishing a phone out of his jacket pocket. You recognised the device immediately as it fell into his lap.

“That's the UNIT phone, isn’t it?”

The Master nodded in reply. He looked at the notification and smirked, before extending out his arm for you to read it.

“I think we’ll be needing a quick shower rather than a relaxing bath, love.”

The Timelord said as you peered forward to read the message.

“Come to the Tower of London ASAP. Matter of Urgency. Kate.”

While your arrival at the tower had been expected, what you found within was not. The cubes had been active for approximately 47 minutes before shutting down, UNIT having had almost 300 under constant monitor. One caused mood swings, another blew fire, and one played a constant, ear splitting rendition of ‘Agadoo’ on repeat. You joked that the poor soul sitting in that box with the cube was due some serious workplace compensation. 

You could tell the Master was restless, the situation poking at him in a way that set his teeth on edge. Standing in that room, endless questions being shot at him, suspicious eyes of every worker who’d read his extensive, extensive case file. The file that, according to Kate, was more like a filing cabinet. And that was just from the seventies. He couldn’t work with all those hands on deck, he needed the air to think. So, you’d dragged him to a wall overlooking the Thames. Give him space to breathe, you considered. To calm himself down and think.

“Earth is such a shithole.” He muttered to himself, staring at the vast body of water.

“Your politicians are corrupt, your capitalist societies are draining you dry, you have no idea how to be nice to each other anymore.”

“Is shithole Gallifreyan for ‘alien renegades dream?’” You asked with a small smile.

The Master shook his head.

“A renegades dream is a planet worth concurring. I spent seven quid on a coffee on Monday. There's no saving this place.”

You laughed softly, swinging your legs lightly on top of the wall.

“Years ago I'd have asked what else there was, where on Earth doesn’t function this way. But now? After being with you?... I’m inclined to agree. I’ve seen so much out there… whole different ways of running things, whole different societies. I’ve lived in your world and now everything seems so… different. It’s comforting, I know it’s mine, it’s where I came from. But I’ve seen the end of the universe, Master-” You said, taking hold of the Timelords hand.

“And now everything seems slightly-”

“Strange?”

You nodded in agreement, leaning into his shoulder. The Master stared down at the water, watching the waves lap against each other, crashing softly into the concrete wall.

“You said you enjoyed seeing me here.” The Master said rather bluntly.

“That you enjoyed seeing me so… domestic.”

“I knew that word would bite me in the ass.” You hummed out a laugh, turning your head to face the Master.

“I didn’t mean to insult you. I also didn’t want you to think I wanted to change you. You told me about Missy, how the Doctor wanted a different you. But I didn’t mean that I liked you changed, I meant-”

“I know what you meant.”

You gaped at the Master, who was now making his way towards the same smile you’d worn earlier. It was slightly painful, as if he was fighting against his own body to get out the words. As if years of hardened instinct were being chiselled at, piece by piece.

“Could you… maybe tell me what you think I meant?”

“You meant that we had very, very different lives. And while we’ve spent our time together perhaps I overlooked the fact that you’re human. I took you away from earth and let you in. But this year-”

“I brought you to Earth and did the same.” You said, filling in the gap. The Master nodded, your hand slowly creeping to make your way into his.

“I don’t want you to think I've forgotten who you are, Master. That I don’t appreciate the fact that you’re literally a whole different species to me. Maybe that's why I like it so much, seeing you living in a house and doing human things. Because I know you’re an alien, a mass murdering criminal one, but you’re putting in that effort for me.”

The Master raised an eyebrow in warning.

“You’re making me sound far too nice.” He bit.

“Master,” You chided, squeezing his hand.

“What do you want me to say? You’re only being nice to me because you’re a manipulative bastard who wants to take over the universe? That I only ran away with you because you promised me great sex?”

“Now you’re making me out to be a monster.” He purred. You playfully swatted him on the arm.

“You’re not a monster, you’re a Master. Who picked up his own human stray and looked after it better than the Doctor ever could.”

The Master couldn’t help the smirk that crossed over his face. It was quite the unspoken truth amongst him and his old friend. One the Master would now hold as eternal bragging rights until the end of time.

“And now I'm working with UNIT. If the old me could see me now-”

“Maybe when we solve the invasion we can work on your acceptance of character growth.” You suggested. The Master sighed.

“I should’ve told Kate to gather all those cubes and destroy them. Lock them away. Keep them out of sight.”

“You did the best you could.” You argued. “You offered to help, and you’ve constantly been feeding back. And let's be realistic here, would they have listened to you?”

“No.” The Master grumbled. “But the one time I actually try to help, it’s pointless.”

“It’s not pointless-”

“If i’d told them to leave them out, they would’ve thought I was behind them and not trusted a word I said. If I'd told them to get rid of them, they’d’ve thought I’d planned to use them as, I don’t know, bugs or something. Wanting to know where the super secret UNIT storage is.”

“You already know that, though.” You pointed out. “You stuck the address on the fridge.”

“But they would think that anyway. And now, I look like a useless help because now the cubes ARE doing something.”

“You couldn’t have known that-” 

“But I should’ve! World domination is my thing, love. This is what I do! God knows I've been trying for centuries. And now these stupid little boxes turn up and all of a sudden they’re breaking into government systems, hacking the Pentagon. I could’ve stopped this. But nobody had the balls to trust me.”

“Kate does.” You suggested, leaning into the Masters side.

“Obviously speaking metaphorically. If she’s anything like her dad, from what you’ve told me, she’ll be able to tell when you’re working with slightly less evil intentions than usual. Like that story you told me about the Axons.”

The Master smiled to himself, staring down at his shoes.

“We still went back to hating each other afterwards. He locked me in a prison and punched me in the face in the death zone.”

“All in one day?”

“No, two separate days. Two separate bodies.”

You wrapped your arm around his back, fully leaning into his side and resting your head on your shoulder.

“Well I'm sure you were doing lots of wonderfully horrible, wickedly cruel and criminally genius things that deserved such twisted justice.” You purred. The Master chuckled, resting his head on top of your own.

“You don’t have to grovel, love.” He said. “I already married you.”

You laughed gently, nestling more comfortably against his side.

“I like seeing how big I can inflate your ego before you know I'm teasing.”

“Obviously, you can’t tell anybody about any of this. I’ll more than happily hypnotise you.” The Master suggested with no malice in his tone. You shook your head, eyes resting shut as you listened to the sounds of the waves.

“You don’t have to hypnotise me, Master. Sooner or later you always get what you want.”

The pair of you sat in a comfortable silence, allowing the sounds of the cityscape to wash over you. You could have sat there forever, cuddled up to the Master and-

“That's it!”

The Master suddenly yelled, pulling his head from your own. You pulled away from his shoulder, staring at the Timelord, eyes riddled with confusion.

“What’s it?”

“They got what they wanted! The cubes got what they were after!”

The Master pressed a firm kiss to the top of your head, grasping at your cheeks and making you splutter in shock.

“C’mon!” He called, already sprinting back to the tower.

By the time you’d caught up with him, the Master was already laying out his plan. You looked around in confusion as you stepped into the base of the tower- The power was completely out.

“Do you have a back up?” You asked, jumping into the conversation.

“We’ve got three.” Kate replied. “Each kept separate and constantly maintained. This shouldn’t be possible.”

“Well, is it the cubes?” You looked towards the Master, who was already typing away madly at the computer. You met the eyes of the guy at the desk, who sent an unsure glance. You hardened your gaze, attempting to send the strongest message possible- the Master, for once, could be 100% trusted.

“Most likely.” The Master called over his shoulder.

“But how does it link with earlier?”

“You set a scan for their activity, while you’ve been gone it's been off the scale. Perhaps they’re… recharging?”

“By that logic it took them 365 days to charge up. Did we see anything to suggest that?”

You asked, following the head of scientific research further into the base.

“No, we would have noticed!” The Master yelled over his shoulder.

“We noted nothing. No spikes, no surges, nothing. Maybe they had the energy already when they landed.”

“Then why take a year to act on power you already had?”

The Master spun around in his chair, eyebrows furrowed as he thought. You could tell your earlier chat was pushing him further than before. He was determined to figure this out… Whatever it was.

“What's that?”

He asked suddenly, pointing towards the closest cube container. You turned around to look at the metal box, peering through the window at the cube. Kate brought her torch up to the window and gasped softly. The cube was glowing once again with the blue energy you’d seen earlier. Only this time, instead of its side emblazoned with alien text, it read a simple number. 

7

The Master pushed himself from the chair, pushing his fingers against the glass as he peered into the box between you. Kate hurried over to the next box, peering in through the glass.

“This one says it too.”

“And this one!” You said, staring into a third box.

“And the one over there. They all say seven.”

“Why would they do that?”

The Master pinched the bridge of his nose and frowned, as if trying to yank the answer from one of his many brains.

“Seven… Wonders of the world?” Kate offered. 

“Continents, days of the week, seven seas?”

“Is it the planets? Seven planets have influence over humanity?” You suggested.

The Master's head suddenly shot up, his nose almost pushed against the glass as he stared down at the small black cube.

“Sides of a cube.”

“What?” You said, meeting his side.

“Seven sides of a cube. A cube has seven sides.”

“Is this extratemporal physics again?”

“No, no cubes have seven sides.” The Master said, narrowing his eyes.

“The six you can see… and the inside.”

It was almost as if the cubes had heard his words. The lights in the building suddenly burst back into life, illuminating the UNIT base. In the same moment, the cubes all began to flicker, the blue text upon them shifting and changing.

6

“It’s a countdown!”

The Master declared, spinning on his heels to face both you and Kate. You stared at the cubes in confusion, a million questions coursing through your mind.

“How long do we have? Minutes?”

“You’ve got until they hit zero, then you’ve got nothing.”

“It can’t be minutes.”

“They’re alien cubes that fell out of the sky, Kate, they can count down in whatever fashion they like.”

The Master met Kate's eyes, his hardened expression knitted together with stone cold severity.

“Whatever they’re going to do won’t be good. Get it out however you can- news, radio, social media, text, amber alert. Hell, I'll give you the password to Archangel, god knows they never changed it.”

Kate stared at the Master wordlessly and the Timelord stared back, his voice laced with deepest sincerity.

“I need you to trust me, Kate, as much as you can bring yourself to. Just get your precious humanity away from those cubes.”

“But why now?” You interjected. “If we’re running on Kate's theory, they already had the ability to do all this stuff. Why did they wait so long?”

The Master's eyes were shifting. He was knitting together a theory in his mind, his brains fizzing with resolve.

“Because they needed time… they needed trust… Harold Saxon!”

You sent the Master a strange look, Kate joining you with a raised eyebrow. The Master smiled, his eyes wide with excitement.

“I’ve done this before! When I was Saxon, I landed eighteen months before election day. I knew people wouldn’t trust me the moment I landed, I needed to slowly convince everybody to vote.”

“But you had the Archangel network, the cubes aren’t hypnotising people.” You replied.

“No, they’re not. But this was politics. I needed to be irresistible, one wrong moment of press could cost everything. But the cubes are just that- cubes. They can’t talk, they don’t move, but they’re clever- they rely on people to naturally convince themselves to trust them. Use that herd mentality, bring them into their lives, their homes, make memes and documentaries and fake twitter accounts, become unsuspiciously mundane. And then, once you’re inside-”

“You reveal who you truly are.” Kate finished. The Master snapped his fingers in her direction.

“Like what you did with MI6 too. Get inside, get trusted, get the information, use it to your advantage. Learn how to attack.”

The Master nodded at your words.

“We took our eyes off the horizon just as things were coming over it.” The Master said, his words echoing something the Doctor had said a long time ago.

“Get that information out as fast as you can.”

The Master said, turning back to Kate.

“Obviously not the stuff about me. But everything else, go go go!”

By the time the word had spread to the news, the cubes had counted down to the number 3. The Master hadn’t stopped staring at the cubes, watching them count down with a dangerously growing fascination. It was as if a year of private musing had built up to full blown fixation. He wanted to know what happened when the taunting little boxes reached zero.

“I’m going in there.”

He decided, stating his decision proudly to both you and Kate.

“What? Why?” You asked, spinning around in your chair.

“What if it, like, explodes?”

“That’s the reason I'm not sending you in.” He smirked. “The magic of me is there’s always another one that comes next.”

“Are you serious?”

“I know it’s not going to explode.”

“How?”

“Because one cube already has!” He said, staring at the map.

“There's roughly 100 billion cubes on earth. And in those 47 minutes every cube did something different. One of those cubes exploded in Japan. So we know it's not going to do that.”

“How can you be so sure?” Kate questioned. The Master smiled darkly, grasping hold of the metal door of the container and yanking it open.

“Because the best showmen never reveal their final trick before the end. Wish me luck, my love!”

The Master sauntered inside the box, slamming the door shut behind him as the number lowered once more.

2

“We can do this remotely!” Kate called through the glass as the Master sat down on the small stool. He gestured to the glass and to his ears, throwing his hands up in a questioning manor. You sighed and knocked on the glass wall, the Master still pretending to not hear a thing.

“This isn’t the sound proof one! You can still hear us!”

You yelled, and the Master rolled his eyes. He sat comfortably, placing his hands upon the table and staring down at the cube. He waved innocently to you from the inside of the capsule. You stood in wait, anxiously nibbling your bottom lip.

1

The number counted down once more. You leant forward. So did Kate. So did the Master. The three of you held your breath, waiting in pure anticipation. Your stomach was churning, feeling like it was climbing higher and higher on a roller coaster track, inching towards the precipice with every agonising second.

0The Master smiled in anticipation. You felt your stomach drop as the coaster threw itself down the descending track. The top of the cube smoothly slid open as it had done hours before, only this time it stayed open. The Master leant forward, carefully manoeuvring himself to hover over the open box. He peered inside, Kate standing on her toes to try and see what was inside. 

“Well?” You asked hesitantly, eyes flickering between staring at the Master and staring at the cube.

“What's inside?”

The Master inspected every corner of the cube, staring with all the power his gaze could muster. He stared at every side, every inch of the inside of the cube. All the theories that had been wrestling inside his head withered and perished.

“Nothing…” He growled, anger surging inside his chest and sparking through his body

“There's nothing!” The Master snarled, reaching to grasp hold of the cube. He threw the box to the other side of the container, gritting his teeth and storming towards the door.

“Why, why is nothing inside?!”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” You called after the Master, following him towards the desk, his furious gaze devouring every inch of data present.

“Nothing inside means no bombs, aliens, invasive plants. Empty means good, right?”

“Empty means nothing!”

He snapped, investigating the board.

“But it means the general public is safe, right?” Kate clarified, standing behind the man at the desk who was slowly inching away from the furious Master. The Master growled, turning to face Kate with an exasperated expression.

“No! You don’t do this without payoff! Every single movement by those stupid little cubes has been calculated, precise. Them being empty means you sent billions of cubes to earth, made them sit for a year, put on a show and couldn’t carry it out!”

“Master, look at the screen.” Your voice wavered, the Timelord following your finger as you gestured urgently to the screen. The various feeds of CCTV around the world were showing the same exact thing: People in cafes, streets, offices, parks, homes. All of them were collapsing to the ground, clutching their chests, before falling still on the floor.

“Oh my god, they’re dying!” Kate said. The Master's face turned even more perplexed.

“How, how are they dying, why are they dying? Why doesn’t any of this make any sense?!”

“Kate, do we know the cause?”

“I want intel, give me reasons why-”

“Why is this happening?!” The Master groaned loudly, pacing a hole in the floor before the desk.

“The cubes, they show off a bit, they go dormant, they open and suddenly-”

The Timelord felt a venomous punch in the chest, a burning hot wound sizzling him through the inside out. He let out a choked shriek, his body lurching himself backwards and into the wheeled desk chair, the chair rolling back against the floor as he clutched at his chest in a panic. He could feel his arteries seizing, the power in the left of his chest being snatched away with red hot fury.

“Master, what’s wrong?”

You clamoured urgently, the Timelord craning his neck to look at you. He gasped for breath, eyes almost bulging out of his head as he clawed at his chest in pain. 

“I don’t, ack, I don’t-” He panted as you rushed over to his side.

The computer began to beep rapidly, the man on the desk frantically ingesting the new readings that were coming in.

“Global reports in a surge in heart failures-”

“ACK!” The Master cried, his voice strangled as he violently scratched at his shirt.

“Oh my god, ah, only one heart!”

Your eyes widened almost comically as the Masters fists began to thump furiously upon his chest, hitting in a fast rhythm of four as he attempted to restart its beating.

“Shit!”

“Only one heart, fuck, only one heart! Not working, ack-”

You grasped hold of the back of his chair, mainly to stop the Masters sporadically kicking legs from sending him dizzy.

“Ok, shit-”

“Only one heart, only one heart!”

“I’ll get you to the hospital!”

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

He shrieked, waving a trembling hand towards the screen.

“Turn me around, show me, turn me around!”

You pushed hard against the back of the chair, sending the Master rolling towards the desk as the screen flashed a violent red with warning signs.

“Show me what the cubes did after they opened!”

“I don’t-”

“Do as he says!” Kate snapped, and the man on the desk instantly began typing. He pulled up every reading they had. Temperature, weight, size, shape-”

“Look at the currents!” The Master cried.

“Sudden spike in electrical field.” The man on the desk said.

“No-” Kate exclaimed. “They stole the power?”

“They’re signal boxes! Steal the electricity, find the closest idiot leaning in and BAM!”

The Master clutched at his chest again, wincing as he recoiled back in his chair.

“They take out what they- ack- can, the human heart. It’s powered by electrical currents, one blast will do it-”

The Master had grabbed hold of the desk man's chest mid rant, his fingers fisting into the material as he yanked at his chest furiously.

“How do you kill a human? Go for the heart- FUCK!”

“They have to have a main hub, a power source, somewhere to report back to-”

Kate asked, her terrified technician frantically trying to peel the Masters fingers from his shirt. You grabbed hold of his wrist and tugged, another searing bolt of pain surging through the Timelords chest. He released his grip and began to smack his fist into his chest once more, his eyes scrunching shut as he let out a pathetically drawn out whine.

“HOW do you humans cope with only one heart,” He groaned, leering at you as you watched worriedly.

“It is PITIFUL!” He spat, small flecks of spit hitting your face. You groaned, rolling your eyes as you wiped the glob from your face.

“Master I don’t care, i’m taking you to the hospital-”

“I’m not going to the fucking hospital!” The Master shouted.

“I think you should.” Kate replied sharply.

“The energy readings are converging there.”

The Master let out another pained whine. You supposed this one came from finally having to do what somebody else wanted.

By the time you’d gotten to the hospital, the Master could barely stand on his own. He was clutching his chest like he had heartburn, rubbing it in circles with his fingers. You followed close behind, Kate and her soldiers in tow. You knew you might not have long left before the Master went down. You had to figure out what was going on.

“How many do we think have been affected?” 

You asked as Kate checked her phone furiously.

“Early reports are saying about a third of the population. Anybody with even the closest proximity to the cubes.”

“It could happen again.” The Master groaned, his face cast with a pallor of sickness.

“Who knows, they love the number seven so much, six more could be on the way. You need to tell them how to not die.”

“And you need to find where they came from.”

“I’ll do my bit, you do yours!”

He grunted, before collapsing against the wall.

“Stay in contact, Kate!” You said, patting the side of her arm.

“The world needs you right now. You’ll do great!”

“I’ll do my best.” She replied, before she and a small tribe of soldiers disappeared back through the hospital corridors.

The Master whimpered, clutching at his chest as he tried to push himself free of the wall.

“Ok, how long can you hold on for?” You asked, taking hold of his arm and throwing it across your shoulder. With a heave you pried him free, the Masters weight heavy as you yanked him up the small set of stairs. He groaned loudly, his voice croaked as he struggled for breath.

“Not.. much longer. But I can feel it’s here somewhere… down here!”

What was once a helpful hold had become a headlock, the Masters elbow trapping your neck as he attempted to drag you forwards. You struggled under his clunky leadership, his legs swaying as he staggered like a drunkard through the frantic hallways of the hospital. All around was unfolding chaos, doctors and patients alike collapsed upon beds and chairs, staff running ragged as they tried to hold back the unknown affliction.

“Through, here!”

The Master declared, yanking you around a corner before suddenly flinging himself backwards. He collapsed back against the wall, his face crumpled with agony as he struggled to stand, his eyes scrunched shut as he let out a series of panicked grunts and whines.

“I can’t, love, ack, I can’t-”

“Master-” You pleaded, crouching down by his side.

“I need both hearts, I can’t do this! I can’t!-”

You watched in horror as he sank flat to the floor, his back pressed into the pale blue linoleum as he convulsed in pure agony. You looked around you, trying to ground yourself as best you could. Right now, though he’d never admit it, he needed you. Desperately. A real life or death moment in time. You scanned your surroundings, eyes dashing over every part of the corridor to find something that could possibly save his life. Maybe a spare doctor to help with CPR, maybe adrenaline to restart his heart, or maybe just-

Then, you saw it. Sat atop of an abandoned nurses cart, a bright red bag with two paddles on the side. A defibrillator. If electricity had stopped one of the Masters hearts, maybe electricity could start it again.

“You’re gonna hate me for this!” You declared, dragging the bag from the top of the cart and siding it across the floor.

“But this may do it!”

The Master turned to look at the red bag beside him. If his eyes were wide earlier, now they were practically out of his skull.

“No, oh no no no!” He protested, attempting to shove the bag away. The machine awoke with the twist of a knob, the screen blinking on with a loud beep.

“Don’t you fucking dare, don’t you fucking dare!”

“Stop swearing at me and let me save you!”

You smacked at his hands, the pair of you engaging in a pathetic wrestling match as you fought to rip open his shirt, the Master vehemently protesting your attempts through guttural grunts of pain. He gasped in shock as you exposed his chest to the cold hospital air, his hands flying into the air as you grasped hold of the two live paddles. 

“That won’t work, It won’t work on a Timelord! I’m a-”

“Alright, clear!”

Through some miracle, the Master kept his hands out of the way. You pushed the two paddles onto the sides of his chest, hopefully hitting each heart dead on. The cold metal of the paddles made the Master wince, but the electric shock that hit his system made him scream in shock. He made a strange whooping sound as you pulled away, dropping the paddles on the floor in a panic. The Master suddenly sat up at the waist, his torso springing up like a Halloween decoration as he reached out with splayed fingers like Frankenstein's monster. He whooped and hollered as he scrambled to his feet like a new born fawn, legs wobbling as he stared down at his chest in amazement.

“Oh, oh, yes!”

He moaned, the sound making you blush as you stared up at him on your knees. He did a small strange dance, likely waking up his limbs properly, his hand pressing over his heart. He felt the familiar rhythm beneath his touch once again, a cackling laugh escaping his throat.

“And he escapes death once again!”

He declared, grasping hold of your hand and yanking you to your feet.

“With his glorious companion by his side!”

The Master span you around in his grasp, practically tangling your legs together and he leant you down into a forceful dip, your lips crashing together as he pulled you into a ferocious kiss. You were too startled to indulge in the moment, your lips working on instinct as you gasped for breath once parted. His lips now reddened, his heart beating once again, the Master smiled down at you with a maddened, Cheshire cat grin.

“Do that to me again and I'll leave you in the stone age.”

Your eyes rolled dangerously hard as he guided you to stand, kicking the machine to the side of the corridor and flapping his hands above his head.

“No problem Master, happy to help Master, love you too Master.”

You grumbled loudly, the Timelord winking in your direction. You were about to remind him to button up his shirt when he pressed a kiss to his palm, patting it to the top of your head, his touch much gentler than before.

“You know me so well, Love.” 

The Master mused, before running into danger half dressed for the second time that day.

[volchyayagoda]

tomorrow my vacation starts and on monday i will be headed up to tahoe with annie, char, yarrow, and kate for a WEEK and then i don't have to go back to work until the 22nd. peace and love on planet earth!

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

Asks

@princess-paramour you sent me a bunch of asks (and said you were sorry cause it was all of them; i don’t believe you’re sorry btw 😂) but i somehow lost it so here they are

what song makes you feel better? We All Need Jesus by Danny Gokey ft Koryn Hawthorne

what’s your feel-good movie? Enola Holmes

what’s your favorite candle scent? Anything semisweet or semiearthy

what flower would you like to be given? Sweet William. They symbolize love, affection, passion, admiration, finesse, gallantry and heartbreak/lost love.

who do you feel most you around? My family (moms side), friends at church and my moots

say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical). I’ve heard a lot of girls say they like guys who are tall, dark and handsome. Well I’m a 5’7” African American who has gorgeous parents soo 😊. Nonphysical — I’m socially aware, I’m doing well in my relationship with Jesus and I’m accepting of people who are different from me 💜

what color brings you peace? Turquoise

tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good. @princess-paramour, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @lucyandethel, @slyth3rin-princess, @mad-elia, @innerloverpainter, @illusiono, @steveharringtonlovesme, @hopefulmillennial, @george-weasleys-girl, @thebestieyoureinlovewith, @jahbutterflykisses331, @quickslvxr, @diorgirl444

what calms you down? Breathing

what’s something you’re excited for? Ima maybe see my aunt during Easter break ♥️

what’s your ideal date? Eating out, walking together, laughing together

how are you? I’m alive and blessed so I suppose i can’t complain

what’s your comfort food? Ice Cream Cake 🎂

favorite feel-good show? Family Reunion on Netflix

for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word. @princess-paramour you gotta give me some emojis first 😂

compliment the person who sent you this number. Kate you are absolutely marvelous. You’re kind, chill, funny, hot cute, flirty — everyone who knows you is blessed. Whether they know it or not

fairy lights or LED lights? Fairy Lights are just so much more magical

do you still love stuffed animals? Absolutely (i’ll send you a picture of Zsofia if you want)

most important thing in your life? Jesus, my friends/mutuals and my family.

what do you want most in the world right now? World Peace ✌🏿

if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

what would you say to your future self? We can stay forever young.

favorite piece of clothing? Hoodies!! I know it’s a stereotype that boys love hoodies (and girls love to steal them) but i absolutely love my hoodies 🥰

what’s something you do to de-stress? Get on Tumblr, talk to you, pray, read et cetera

what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

what movie would you want to live in? Enola Holmes

which character would you want to be? Tewkesbury ♥️. Like him I’m a lover rather than a fighter but I can still get tough if i — or even worse someone i love — am threatened

hugs or hand-holding? I heard on a survey that one thing girls wished their boyfriends/husbands would do more is hold their hand. I, however, am horrified to do so. I want to but i get scared out of my mind. Irl my like biggest fear in relationships is being to forward (which is absurd honestly cause i feel like everyone on the planet if more forward than me). But hugging is something i always have felt comfortable do. My… “ex” (in quotes cause technically we didn’t date and she technically she had a boyfriend but like… 🤷🏾) actually said she was obsessed and in love with my hugs so… ♥️

morning, afternoon or night? Afternoon for sure (only time im not sleepy)

what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)? Pictures of autumn; sweaters; deer; creeks; books

[orion-lake]

Happy New Year! I wanted to shout out “some” posts of 2022 that I really loved. I want to say thank you to all fellow gif makers to put in the time and effort to share their creations. 

Please do not feel bad if you’re not on the list. I have a running queue on my blog, so my post number per month is fairly huge. So I may just have missed your post. 

Feel free to share, and please, if you like a post, please reblog and share the love.

January 2022

Morgana Pendragon ▶ Season 3, Episode 02: “The Tears of Uther Pendragon: Part Two” - @katieskeep

YENNEFER APPRECIATION WEEK | favorite outfit - @yenvengerberg

— New Year’s Day by Taylor Swift - @antoniosvivaldi

WOLF MOON | S1E1 - @teenwolfgifs

February 2022

‘cause we never go out of style… - @jumpthensfall

HAPPY 32ND BIRTHDAY TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT - @newrcmantlcs

March 2022

the wheel of time gifset - @scinnlaece​

allison argent gifset - @bericas​

bau ladies + tarot cards - @cabotism (deactivated)

HARRY POTTER film series based on the novels by the same name (2001-2011) - @yourstarfuckerworld  (deactivated)

stiles stilinski & lydia martin TEEN WOLF (2011-2017) - @crazysjane (deactivated)

MISTY & NATALIE in Yellowjackets | Season One [insp] - @queencalanthes

April 2022

Charmed | Patty & Prue & Piper | Head Above Water - @littletonpace

NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES: The Marauders - @some-people-call-it-tragic

Man the boundaries. Protect us. Do your duty to our school. - @hermoiine

THE DORA MILAJE aka “THE ADORED ONES” - @rachelschu (deactivated)

May 2022

ALL MY GIRLS LIKE TO FIGHT. - @bericas

↳ ingrid, the snow queen - @thewildmother

hogwarts houses common rooms aes - @ostara-goddess

harry potter meme: [1/3] colours. teal - @19-17

laura’s 10k celebration (top 30 ships as voted by my followers) ✵ 21 ➳ buffy summers & spike - @katherineebishop

HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE (2009) dir. David Yates - @mike-mills

June 2022

i got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined - @learned-civility

the big seven + planets symbolism (insp.) - @hermiione

July 2022

doctor who appreciation week day three ☆ favorite season/era  - @benoitblanc

Taylor Swift in 2021 - @wishfulthinkinglove

AU SPUFFY - they can be a romcom if they want - - @l0veisntbrains

taylor swift gifset - @treachreous

August 2022

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) - @drsattlers

↳ SCOOBY-DOO (2002) dir. Raja Gosnell - @wakandasforever

— Taylor Swift on 💜 Last Kiss 💜 - @antoniosvivaldi

September 2022

#MetalMonday | ✟ Rest in Peace ✟ (Dorothy) - @x--daughters-of-darkness--x

October 2022

TEEN WOLF APPRECIATION WEEK ☽ day one: female character(s) - @unspokenstydia

MERLINWEEK2022 | DAY 02 Favourite scene or season : season 04 (insp) - @thebookluvrr1816

#the journey - @payidaresque

MERLIN WEEK 2022 day 1: favourite character ➛ arthur pendragon + dnd character sheet (in/sp.) - @arthurpendragonns

DAILYMARVELSTUDIOS 5K CELEBRATION: FAVORITE MARVEL DYNAMIC - @dailymarvelstudios

November 2022

Bridgerton Siblings + Love Interest - @marlenadia

laura’s 11k celebration (top 40 characters as voted by my followers) ✵ 40 ➳ emma swan - @katherineebishop

Grace & Frankie + final scenes - @jakeperalta

Vampire Appreciation Week [2022] October 27th ~ Favourite Vampire/Vampire Dynamic - @sulietsexual

Bridgerton Couples + Tropes - @marlenadia

VAMPIRE APPRECIATION WEEK 2022 - day one: favorite vampire CAROLINE FORBES - The Vampire Diaries (2009-2017) - @naiey

December 2022

EDWINA & KATE SHARMA — The Sun & The Moon - @gifshistorical

WEDNESDAY CHARACTERS as TAYLOR SWIFT ALBUMS - @reputayswift

favorite non-romantic dynamic MISS EDWINA AND QUEEN CHARLOTTE - @edwinadaily

WEDNESDAY (2022) + RAINBOW - @usergif

marvel characters - @annelisters

WELL! THE PLAN HAS SOME FLAWS, ADMITTEDLY. - @phoebehalliwell

Favorite Romantic Pairing — Colin and Penelope Bridgerton - @wandarogers

WEDNESDAY: SEASON 1 (2022) - @vanessacarlysle

[anonymousfiction211]

You just have to believe: 14

You just have to believe masterlist

A/N: Sorry for being a bit inactive at the moment. I struggle sometimes with my energy and still haven't found a good way to balance everything going on in my life at the moment. Hope you enjoy :)

14. Back to normal The next days they forgot all about Rachel snooping around in his office. Loki went back to the gentlemen he pretended to be. He knew the type of guy she liked, and he sure was putting on a good show, he might actually believe he could be like that for real. Still, he had other plans to worry about.

Loki disappeared a lot, and Rachel didn’t know quite where he went every time. Still, she knew better by now to question it. A god was actually into her and the only thing she did was see red flags and mistrust him. She really tried to ignore the red flags that she had created for herself. She figured since he wasn’t portrayed as a ‘nice guy’ in the Norse Mythology and he is the God of Mischief, she subconsciously would think the worst of him.

Rachel and Kate went shopping again. She was getting used to having this kind of luxury in her life, and if felt like ages ago that she was homeless and barely surviving on the streets. This time she actually got something for Kate too, figuring Loki really wouldn’t mind. A green necklace that made her green eyes pop. It suited her perfectly. When they got back, Rachel put on a movie in the living room and made herself some popcorn. Little did she know, that the guy she was in love with, was just in a room below her.

Loki was in his office in the basement. It was just a room, and it would be really easy to spot an access. Had he not put a spell on it that made people not want to look at it, make them forget the door was even there, like it was a monster they couldn’t look into the eye. Since Rachel was the only one that was actually forming a threat to his scheme, it did the trick.

He always came here to work on his actual plan, but for that plan to start working, he needed to win this stupid campaign. And at the moment it wasn’t going as well as he hoped. He hoped to be ahead with a landslide, but he was actually second in the poles. The difference was very close, still it wasn’t good enough for Loki. He wanted to secure his victory, he needed to win this. I’m not going back in chains he thought to himself. He couldn’t, for him it was life or death.

The problem he faced most is that his opponent was playing the ‘he is not human, he is not from earth, he is not like us’- card. A trick that had worked a long time with different human races, so Loki wasn’t surprised that it worked for Gods who aren’t from this planet. Little do they know how much I actually influenced their history, he thought through gritted teeth.

He needed a plan, something grand, something that would secure his win. He needed to be seen like he was like them, Midgardians. That he had their best interest in mind, which actually wasn’t a complete lie. He thought long and hard about it, and he knew what the grand gesture had to be. He needed to marry, he couldn’t get any closer to being a ‘normal guy’ than being married to an American wife.

He didn’t want to marry Rachel this soon, but he thought it didn’t matter. They would end up marrying sooner than later. Still, if he asked her he wasn’t convinced that she would say yes. So, he had to make sure she would say yes. He wanted to do it the honest way, that would make their honeymoon time a lot easier. But if not, he had other means.

By the time he got back up he saw that Rachel had fallen asleep while watching her movie. He watched her for a moment, he hated how it warmed his hard to see her so peaceful. He was tired from a long day’s work and did something he rarely did. With everyone gone, he let down his guard for once. Taking a deep breath, replaying the events in his head, and opening his eyes to see her still laying peaceful on the couch. He walked towards her and scooper her up in his arms, bringing her to their bed. She woke halfway through the journey to the bedroom, smiling sleepily at him and putting her heard against his chest.

He laid her down on the bed. He couldn’t help it, he kissed her. Softly, on her lips. She started to move her lips with his. When he wanted to stop, to let her sleep, she didn’t pull away. She actually grabbed his neck and started to kiss him quicker. He wasn’t strong enough to pull away at this time. He needed this. He needed her. Still, he needed to be sure that she was on the same page as him.

‘Rachel, if you don’t stop now, I won’t be able to’ he whispered in her ear, resisting the urge to bite her earlobe and drag his tongue against the sensitive part of her neck. Hoping to feel her shiver underneath him.

‘Make me yours’ Rachel whispered back, hoping it might take away her doubts about the relationship. Not sure how to define that relationship.

‘You are already mine’ he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. He kissed her deeply and let completely go of the little resistance he had at first. Little did she know how much she was already his, and how quickly that would be permanent.

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Libra Season ⚖️💖 September 23 - October 22

As the leaves begin to change colors and the days grow shorter, Libra season is ushered in. Falling between September 23rd and October 22nd, Libra season is a time of balance, harmony, and transformation. Ruled by the planet Venus, this astrological season brings with it a unique set of energies that impact both individuals and the collective in profound ways. In this blog post, we'll explore the effects of Libra season on the individual and the collective, shedding light on the transformative magic it brings.

Symbol: The Scales Modality: Cardinal  Element: Air Ruling Planet: Venus Colors: Ivory, Pink & Light Blue Body: kidneys, skin, lumbar region, endocrine system, & buttocks Tarot Card: Justice

Fairness • Justice • Harmony • Beauty

Famous Libra Suns: Cardi B, Doja Cat, Kim Kardashian, Hilary Duff, Avril Lavigne, Kate Winslet, Will Smith, Snoop Dogg, Halsey, Dakota Johnson, Oscar Wilde, Dita Von Teese, Donald Glover, Jeff Goldblum

Libra season begins on the Autumn Equinox, which marks the beginning of fall in the Northern Hemisphere. The equinox is a time of balance, as day and night are of equal length. This is fitting for the Libra archetype, which represents balance and equality. Libras are also known for their fairness and diplomacy. They are often seen as mediators and peacemakers, and they strive to create harmony in all aspects of their lives.

The zodiac symbol for Libra is The Scales, named for the constellation associated with the goddess Themis, who ruled over justice and law. You know her, because she is depicted at courthouses, lawyer firms, and law schools. Themis was renowned for her clear sight, and in some cases she is blindfolded, representing her alignment with ‘The Eye’, an all-seeing supernatural vision that allowed her to see through complexity and lies.

Justice is the Tarot Card associated with Libra. This card depicts a calm and balanced judge-king figure (a Themis-like figure), seated between two pillars echoing the equilibrium of The Scales. The Justice Card tends to appear to help us meditate on our choices. In the left hand the scales weigh out the pros and cons, and in the right hand the sword represents intellect that is in this case, pointing toward the heavens for guidance.

Venus is the ruler of both Libra and Taurus. Venus has affinity for the harmonious archetype of this sign. Venus is peaceful, diplomatic and loving. Venus has an elegant, beautiful, and graceful element that comes forth in Libra. Venus reminds us of all things that bring us pleasure and make us happy. Venus also rules attachment to others, and Libra is sociable. 

Libra has ease in social connections and explores the world with poise, akin to the active, flowing air element it’s associated with. Libra is a cardinal sign, taking leadership in diplomacy and social justice. Libra’s sense of purpose comes from making social and creative connections. Libra’s mantra: ‘I relate’ reflects moving forward in society to uphold love, beauty, justice and truth for all.

Libras are known for good taste, elegance and charm. Libras are social creatures, and very approachable. Libras are always looking for the best way, or right way, to live. Artistic pursuits provide an outlet for their love of beauty. 

Libras have a tendency to always support both sides. In the process of seeking balance, they try to be everything for everyone. It's easier for them to tell people what they want to hear, vs. what they're actually thinking. They want to be liked and will be genuinely bothered if you view them negatively.

Their natural mode is living in partnerships with others. Intimate relationships are important to them, as are issues of social justice. Libras benefit from strengthening their will to act in favor of their high purpose, which ultimately lies in dedicating themself to humanity at large rather than one individual person (or thing). Libra’s sense of purpose is all about making social and creative connections.

How Can Libra Season Affect You?

Libra represents the pursuit of balance and harmony in all aspects of life. During this time, we can see an increase in social activism, with people and organizations working towards a more just society. Diplomatic efforts and negotiations could become focal points on the global stage. Art exhibitions, music festivals, and cultural events thrive as people seek beauty and inspiration in our lives.

In our personal lives, Libra Season is a time to focus on relationships, creativity, and intellect. We often feel a heightened sense of the need for equilibrium during this time. This may manifest as a desire to reevaluate relationships, work-life balance, and personal values. We can look at our core values and ethical principles, adjust them and see how they have changed over time. We can evaluate where we need balance in our lives.

Libra has the ability to see things from all sides, which makes it more difficult to make decisions. Libra's indecisiveness can be both a blessing and a curse. While it may lead to overthinking, it also encourages careful consideration of options. Use this energy to make well-balanced decisions that align with long-term goals, the higher self and things that benefit our well-being!

Libra is known for its social nature and love for partnerships. We may find ourselves drawn to deepening existing relationships or seeking new connections. We may be more interested in talking to others and learning new things during Libra Season. It's a great time for introspection, where we might ponder what we bring to our relationships and what we seek in return.

Libra's diplomatic nature encourages us to approach conflicts with a more rational and fair-minded attitude. It's an ideal time to address unresolved issues and seek resolutions that benefit everyone.

We may have a heightened appreciation for art, fashion, and design. It's a great time to redecorate our living space or explore creative endeavors. Explore your personal style and aesthetic preferences. Visit a local art exhibit.

Libra season is a transformative and enriching time. As we embrace the energies of balance, harmony, and fairness, we can find opportunities for personal growth, improved relationships, and a collective push towards a more just and equitable world. So, whether you're reevaluating your personal values or joining a social cause, remember that Libra season's magic encourages us all to seek harmony within ourselves and in the world around us.

Journal Prompts for Libra Season:

Reflect on the areas of your life where you feel a lack of balance. What steps can you take during Libra Season to restore equilibrium?

Write about a recent decision you had to make. Did you find it challenging to strike a balance between different options? How did you ultimately decide?

Write about the most significant relationships in your life. How can you enhance the balance and harmony within these connections?

Explore your boundaries in various aspects of life, such as work, relationships, and self-care. Are there boundaries in various aspects of life, such as work, relationships, and self-care that you need to establish or adjust to maintain balance?

How can you foster better teamwork and cooperation?

List five things of beauty you're grateful for in your life right now. How can you incorporate more beauty into your daily routines?