#place your bets series

[jupiter049]

Before the finale starts, I want everybody to know that in 'The Church Of Ruby Road' when The Tardis opens for Ruby it plays a very similar tune to the one when The Toymaker cuts the companion's strings.

[benzatthanin]

prom: figures out the twin swap by episode four

sean and first:

[ohshinytrinketsmine]

Bonus: Tharn's in-dream reaction face that swallow.. you're not even fooling yourself dude

Why are you blushing? We used to shower together a lot at the camp. Or is it because... you are feeling something this time?

Dream Phaya asking all the right questions hehehe

The Sign ep 4

[ender1821]

i am in so much pain

(more proper shiny duo screenshots later, but these two scenes…god i am unwell)

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Ngl it's weird finishing the Knuckles tv show and going to tumblr about it only for people (even who I consider bigger name fans) who also watched the entire show to claim that it "confirmed Knuckles Wachowski"

Like

I'm sorry

Did you somehow miss the part in the last episode where Knuckles had a whole montage of hanging with the Whipple family and Wade and saying "home" or something?

[yujeong]

We're officially 24 hours before the finale of 4 Minutes, so here are my top theories in regards to Tonkla's end: 1) He's going to kill himself. 2) He's going to call Korn, admit he shot Great over the phone and then kill himself. 3) He's going to meet with Korn, admit he shot Great, pushing Korn to his limits, which will result in Korn beating the shit out of him, which will result in Tonkla dying by Korn's hands. 4) He's going to die. By killing himself.

[blaithnne]

Sketchbook Roleswap AU where Johanna was once well on her way to becoming a powerful witch, but upon realising all the studying just made her miserable she abandoned her studies to open a little bookshop in Trolberg. She still uses magic frequently - she rebinds all her books with her own special witchy flair, and uses it all the time in her daily life - but rarely her full power - much to the dismay of Hilda who dreams of following in her old footsteps and becoming a powerful witch, even if she isn’t very good at it.

Kaisa is an artist at heart, but gave up on that dream when her parents died and she dropped out of Art School to care for her infant sister, Frida. Unaware of any other family members and unable to pay rent in Trolberg, she moved to her family’s old abandoned cabin in the wilderness and found remote work whilst caring for her little sister.

Ten years pass as Frida grows up in the wilderness souronded by all kinds of magical creatures and fauna - becoming fascinated by it. On top of the studies that Kaisa dillegently hammers into her, she dedicates herself to researching magic despite being certain that she’d never be able to use it herself.

One day, seemingly out of the blue, they receive a letter from one Matilda Von Pilkvist - alleging that she’s only just discovered their existence and that she’s their aunt. Kaisa doesn’t believe it at first, but a visit confirms it when Tildy shows off old family pictures. This information comes in handy when the house is destroyed, and Kaisa has to begrudgingly show up on Tildy’s doorstep looking for a place for her and her little sister to stay. Tildy welcomes them in with open arms, encouraging them to make friends in the city, and for Kaisa to recapture her love of art now that she’s in a more stable environment

Shenanigans ensue as Frida explores Trolberg, making new friends and getting to delve deeper into the magical world - especially through her new friend Hilda! As Frida embarks on her journey to become a witch and Hilda learns to find happiness in her own path of being A Familiar instead of living in her mother’s shadow, it’s through their friendship that Kaisa meets the mysterious woman known primarily as The Bookbinder, in a cozy little bookshop just down the street

[avvail-whumps]

‘guns for hire’ — unwanted rescue #34

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content warnings: intimate whumper, conditioned whumpee, whumpee referred to as “kid” but they’re an adult, implied dub-con (not explicit), manhandling, handcuffs, stockholm syndrome

“Steven.”

The detective heard the rage dripping off that voice, but he didn’t bother to take his eyes off the board, even when he noticed the thumping footsteps approaching him from behind. His narrowed eyes were intently flickering over various pinned photos and pieces of important, information filled paper.

Summers’ hand dug into his shoulder, whirling him round with a force that almost had him staggering over his feet. A nasty scowl spread over his face, jerking himself out of her grip.

“Jesus, keep your hands to yourself, why don’t you?” He scoffed.

“We don’t have a warrant for Roy Gatlin’s arrest,” she seethed, her voice dripping with venom. “Why is there a SWAT team being assembled, huh? You don’t have the authority to do this.”

Sharpe folded his arms over his chest, his demeanour much calmer compared to his counterpart. A cheeky smirk even tugged at his lips, but it was gone in a second.

“It ain’t under my authority,” he shrugged. “I got support from the Captain.”

“The—?” Summers cut herself off. She turned, taking a few steps away from him, and inhaled three deep, measured breaths. She fixed her hair, before slowly turning back to him, her anger reigned in. “You’re gonna cost the Captain his job.”

“He’ll be fine.”

“Steven, Leo Whitlock’s case has been closed. He’s gone.”

Steven’s expression hardened inexplicably. A wave of something pungent stirred in his chest at those words. He still had this fiery determination in his gut; he didn’t care what anybody else told him, or the hopelessness of it all. He was going to find Leo.

“I know the kid’s out there,” he sneered, jabbing a finger at the board, where the pictures of potential suspects were strung up. Even though Summers was still working on following leads on each suspect, Sharpe had his reasons as to why he believed it was Roy Gatlin. His gut feeling always punched through. “And I know he had something to do with it.”

“So your answer is to swarm his house with an unauthorised SWAT team? Without a warrant, Steven. Jesus. This is insane.”

The detective reached into his pocket, pulling out another much needed cigerette and lighter. Summers glared at him, waving her hand.

“Don’t you dare. Go smoke outside. You’re giving me enough of a headache as is.”

“I’m positive, Summers,” he murmured, still intent on lighting the end of the stick. Her eyes softened slightly at the quietness in his voice. Her mouth closed, clenching slightly. “I just have a—”

“Gut feeling,” she groaned, rubbing the crease in her brow. “You and your gut feelings. Dammit—”

Her hands dropped in frustration, and she deflated with a defeated sigh. How could she refuse the notorious Detective Steven Sharpe’s gut feeling? There was a reason he was one of the best detectives around. He took a short drag, blowing the smoke to the side.

“I’m still arresting that bastard,” he murmured.

“We don’t have hard enough evidence on him to hold up in a court,” she countered, softer this time, as if desperately clinging onto the hope he might drop it. “Hence, the fact that you don’t have a warrant for his arrest. We can only hold him at the station for forty-eight hours.”

“That’s enough,” he shrugged, confidence spilling into his grin. “Because once we’ve found the kid, his testimony will be hard enough evidence to convict him.”

Summers grimaced. “And what happens if Leo isn’t there? If you storm the house illegally and it’s all for nothing?”

Sharpe pinched the cigerette between his fingers, patting his stomach. “Like I said. Gut feeling.”

There was a tense, almost awkward silence in the air. Summers’ eyes flickered over to the board in their office, lingering on the faces of the suspects. It quickly snapped towards the one of Leo, and a look of remorse flashed in her eyes.

“I’m not keeping this kid waiting for another year,” Sharpe huffed under his breath, and Summers turned to find a look of hardened regret shared in his eyes. “We let him down by waiting so long to do something. Legally or not.”

“Even if he’s there,” she sighed, her arms folded over her chest. “The Captain could still lose his job.”

The detective’s smile lingered for a moment, nodding his head. “That’s a risk he’s willing to take.”

Sharpe watched her expression morph through a multitude of different phases, before she finally scoffed, and waved her hand in dismissal. She shook her jacket off, reaching for a warmer one instead.

“Then fuck it,” she decided, tilting her head in his direction. “You coming or what? Commissioner is going to notice a missing SWAT team soon.”

The detective smirked, nudging her side playfully as he crossed the threshold of his office. He loaded his pistol and clicked it carefully onto the side of his belt, covered by his long coat. Summers did the same, closing the office door behind her.

“I knew there was something I liked about you,” he teased, ignoring her dark glare.

“Watch your mouth.”

They swiftly left the building, bickering quietly amongst themselves about who would be driving. The SWAT team was ready to go at exactly thirty seven minutes past four in the afternoon, loaded up into the police vans, and both the detectives followed closely behind as they made for the secluded house outside the city.

. . .

The shrill ringing of Roy’s phone on his desk suddenly erupted into the room, the obnoxious noise drawing them both from their entanglement in the sheets. Leo’s hips stuttered to a surprised stop, his lips peeling away from Roy’s own as his gaze slid over to the lit up screen. The mercenary did the same, and his lip curved into a somewhat annoyed smile. 

“Sorry, lion,” he hummed, the hands on his waist shifting to the bed so he could sit up. The secretary suddenly looked equally annoyed, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. “I’m gonna have to get that.” 

“Do you have to?” He murmured softly, his fingers tangling in his hair to play with it. The ringing was still going, but Leo didn’t budge from his lap. “They can wait.” 

Roy chuckled lightly under his breath, leaning forward to kiss him teasingly, but not enough to satisfy him. “Get up.” 

Leo frowned, but did as he was told. He clambered off his lap and tucked himself under the blanket with a miffed little frown, while Roy languidly slipped some pants on as he stood up, plucking the phone off the desk. His eyes lingered on the screen, and a scoff rose in his throat. 

“Joey,” he sighed, answering it with a roll of his eyes, before promptly leaving the room. Leo watched him go intently, his voice fading as the door was closed behind him. He let out a small huff, shifting onto his side so he could slip his arm under the pillow. Roy’s voice was too muffled to make out what he was saying, but that was a good thing. Leo wouldn’t dare eavesdrop, otherwise the mercenary would be angry with him. A good minute must have passed before the man came barging in. 

The door hit the wall a little too hard, enough to jolt Leo from his peaceful quietness, a shock of alarm passing through him. The mercenary tossed his phone on the bed, and even though it was subtle, Leo knew something was wrong. 

“Roy?” He croaked, alarmed. “What’s going on?” 

He answered smoothly. “Cops are coming.” 

The statement made his heart sink straight down to the pits of his stomach. He sprang up, holding the blanket close to him. 

“What?”

The man dipped down, pulling out his laptop, and switching it on. As he picked up his phone once more and began calling someone, he jerked open his closet and pulled out a plain shirt. He swiftly tossed it towards Leo, who got the message quickly enough. He scrambled to get off the bed, throwing the shirt over him with shaky haste. 

“Roy, what do you mean?” He blurted, his wide eyes pinned onto him. The mercenary tapped away at his laptop rapidly, the screen blaring to life with numerous different coded tabs, things that Leo couldn’t even begin to comprehend. 

“Lion, wait downstairs for me,” he ordered softly. Leo ground his teeth together, torn between grabbing the man and not letting go, or following his order. After a tough internal battle, he went with the latter. His bare feet padded down the stairs with buckling knees, his eyes frightfully dancing to the windows as he passed them, as if expecting a swarm of flashing police cars to be waiting for them. He bit down anxiously on his thumb as he lingered by the bottom of the stairs, unable to stop himself from pacing. 

The idea of the police brought him this horrible, crushing weight of despair on his chest. His mind stirred with the memories of Michael, the fact that he was the one who had got him killed. The thought of what might happen brought horrible, anxiety filled tears to his eyes. When he heard Roy coming down the stairs, he could feel them slipping down his cheeks. 

“What’s going on?” He softly whispered, his voice shaking as he scurried behind him, unwilling to leave his side. “Are they really coming? Roy, please, just…” 

The man began to descend down the steps to the basement, but Leo’s feet were securely glued in place. He nervously fiddled with the hem of the long, much too large shirt, where even the distinct scent of Roy clinging onto it didn’t seem to ease him right now. The man worked swiftly in clearing out anything he needed. Tools that didn’t seem so supicious were placed in their rightful places, and anything that was disappeared. The chair was slotted under the table, and Roy shut the door with a bang on the way out. 

Although he moved with such speed and urgency, he didn’t appear to have a slither of panic on his face. Even when he cupped Leo’s cheeks in his, and pressed a long, comforting kiss to his lips. He pulled away, keeping his warm hands where they were. His thumbs occasionally brushed away any fresh tears, making sure he had Leo’s eyes trapped within his own. 

“Listen to me very carefully,” he whispered quietly, and when Leo opened his mouth to speak, the man shushed him. It quickly closed. “There’s some things that I need you to say for me.” 

Leo hiccuped, his fingers grasping onto his wrists desperately. “Roy, please, I—” 

“I know it’s going to be scary, but they’re going to bother you with questions, lion,” he interrupted, keeping a firm grip on him so he couldn’t squirm away. “Questions that you have to answer very carefully.” 

Leo choked on a sob. It felt like the whole world was spinning, like everything he’d worked so hard for was about to come crashing down on top of him with no mercy. He burned the very image of the mercenary’s face into his mind, feeling as though he was going to throw up.  

“Please don’t leave me,” he pleaded, frantically shaking his head. “I love you. Please don’t go.” 

“I won’t. Not forever,” the mercenary smiled. “As long as you say exactly this.” 

Everything that Roy told him, Leo’s mind clung to like it was holy. He wrapped up each and every letter with desperate care, storing it in the front of his mind where it was always waiting. He desperately nodded his head, promising with the utmost sincerity that he would. Because what use was he if he couldn’t do what Roy wanted?

His stomach churned with nauseating pain when he was ushered upstairs and told to lock the bathroom door behind him. Leo wanted nothing more than rip it open and seek out the mercenary, hold him tight and stay as close to his side as he could, but when he heard the thunderous bangs and the terrifying hollering, he couldn’t find the courage to.

It felt like they were vibrating through the very walls, and a cold shock of terror stabbed through his heart. Leo pressed himself tight against the tiled corner of the bathroom, as far away from the door as he could manage, legs curled up to his chest. He tried to pinch his eyes shut and ignore all the booming voices, but it was growing too loud, too suffocating in his own ears.

A sudden pounding erupted on the other side of the door.

Leo yelped, slapping his hands over his mouth. He could see it practically shaking from the impact, the locks splintering with each measured, powerful push.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he whispered frantically under his breath, fingers fisting in his hair. Each smack matched the heavy beat of his heart. He knew the exact moment the door was smashed open, and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from crying out. The shouting was coming from all over the house; upstairs, downstairs, in the kitchen, above him. Heavy footsteps spilled into the bathroom, and he barely caught a glimpse of the black suited men surging on him.

He could only just make out a few clear voices, saying things like “we found him” or “use force if necessary”, and Leo’s heart dropped to his stomach when he felt a hand clamp on his arm. He was hurled from the corner of the bathroom effortlessly, unable to get his feet under him before a uniformed member was dragging him out of the room.

“No!” Leo screamed, seething through his teeth as he jerked and twisted away from the invading hands on his body. “Let go of me! Get—”

The blood rushed through his head, working himself into dizzying hysterics, no matter how many people he could just barely make out telling him calm down. The evening sun hit his face, but he hadn’t stopped thrashing like an animal for even a second.

The secretary managed to find Roy through the crowd. His arms had been twisted forcefully behind his back, making him grimace, locked with silver cuffs. Two men were flanking him, donned in their black helmets with their eyes covered by a deep visor, and they roughly shoved him forward towards a flashing car.

Leo’s chest felt like it was being ripped in two. He desperately tried clawing his way out of the grip on his arm, tears sliding down his cheeks as they caught him around the waist instead, tugging him in the opposite direction. It was almost painful, the idea of being separated. There was nothing he could do to stop it, no matter how much he screamed and thrashed against them.

There was a grunt, and then a muffled voice caught his ear. “Get the detective.”

Leo watched helplessly as Roy was forced into the police car, a rough hand on the back of his head shoving him in. He just barely caught his eyes as he went, making a horrible feeling punch through his gut. The panic of being torn away from him was too overwhelming, even when a new pair of arms found their way around him.

This time, they followed him to the ground, no longer held up by other hands.

“Hey, hey, kid,” a deep voice murmured, the least stern he’d encountered. “Look at me. Look here.”

Leo shook with pained sobs, but he managed to do as he was told. He found himself staring at the face of a middle aged man, dark hair and beard covering his features. His hands were firm on his shoulders, keeping him grounded as he spoke.

“There you go,” he nodded. “You’re safe now, kid. It’s okay. You’re safe.”

He frantically shook his head. That wasn’t true. He was safer with Roy, and he was being taken away, trying to separate them both. The very thought made it hard to even breathe, his chest constricting painfully. A hand rubbed at his back, easing the wheezy coughs choking in his throat.

“It’s alright,” Sharpe hummed, his eyes catching Summers. She looked relieved, her eyes glossy and a hand on her chest, tightly gripping the fabric there. The detective himself kept the shivering kid close, motioning towards her. “Get him some sweatpants from the boot of the car. And some water, quickly.”

Summers nodded.

Leo’s head fell against the detectives shoulder, screwing his eyes shut. A hand patted at the back of his head, but it wasn’t comforting. It wasn’t Roy.

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[dramavixen]

There Will Be Ample Time (故乡，别来无恙) – [ENG SUBS] (Complete) (link redirects to Captionfy)

As the old adage goes: leave no stone unturned, and leave no good drama unsubbed.

Summary: Four ladies return to Chengdu, the city of their youth, for a variety of personal and professional reasons. Through their friendship, bonds with family, and newfound romances, they discover how they truly want to live. More detailed recommendation post here.

Same process as usual! I don't have a release schedule; I just update the playlist with episodes as I finish them. If you share any of the videos (and I hope you do because this show is excellent), please only use the Captionfy links and do not reupload to other sites.

**Also remember to turn off CCs from the actual video so you don't see the terrible AI subs! I mean...so you don't get double subs.

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Enjoy!

[wayfinderships]

Good evening gamers!!! Seems like I missed promo hour which is a shame😔 I shall try to partake in it next time!

[deus-ex-mona]

new chuutan illust!!!

[grapejuicegay]

so uh this is happening today

[refinedstorage]

I swear I see one more snotty kiryu on my feed

[4giorno]

i like to think the freddy poster signed "you & me forever and ever! love, freddy" in the backstage of bonnie bowl is from freddy to bonnie ;__;

[airenyah]

it's the way pat carries a very heavy burden from the music shop scene onwards and it only really gets lifted when pran kisses him back