#where do we go from here .....

[allgremlinart]

Dan Mora drew superbat....

[fanficmemes]

Me and the author I’m trying to befriend after I’ve already commented omgggggggg love ur writing this fic is amazing and they replied with ahhhh tysm

[ineffabletimehusbands]

The burden of Mobius' glorious purpose is that he'll never be able to see Loki again.

Season 1 episode 1's title was referring to Mobius' purpose, which is setting Loki down the path to being able to fulfill his. And in season 2 episode 6 the title is referring to Loki's.

[onceuponapuffin]

Fanatic Intervention Part 3!!

Okay, this thing needs a name. Please suggest ideas in the comments :) I know this part is tedious, but the thing with self-insert is you have Establishing to do before any Real Action happens. We'll get there, just hang on.

//Edited to include title.

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The shaking must have been more visible than you thought, because Muriel is at your side before you can speak. They touch your shoulder gently.

“Um, excuse me,” they say, “Sorry, but you’re shaking an awful lot. Maybe you should sit down.” You nod, and it takes concentration, but with Muriel’s help you make it to the sofa. Apparently caffeine and adrenaline aren’t the best mix. Your breathing speeds up, despite your best efforts, and the rest of the room feels fuzzy. Shit, you do not need this right now. There’s talking and movement, but listening to the words feels too sharp, and the best you can do to convey that you are not okay is to shake your head over and over and over. You reach out a hand next to you, and are surprised to find the sleeve of Aziraphale’s shirt. It’s not ideal, but it’s something, and he doesn’t pull away. You focus on the feel of the cotton, the button on the cuff, the pattern of the stitching in the seams. Slowly, you’re able to tune back in. You focus on your breathing, you look around and count five things that start with B – button, books, brown, bow tie, black. Crowley hands you a mug of cocoa, and you accept it, running your thumb along the porcelain wings and letting your hands feel the heat of the drink. You take a sip and take stock.

Multiverse travel (?), mouthing off to the literal Voice of God (lol), brush with death (or...eternal saltiness?), confronting your very limited mortality (at least it’s 5 lives and not 3), panic attack. WELP. This is going well so far. Just peachy. You take another sip, and notice that everyone’s waiting. Oh, right. You clear your throat.

“Thanks,” You say, “Sorry about that. Um...I’m gonna guess that you all have some questions.”

“That would be accurate, yes,” Aziraphale says next to you. Now that you are better, he stands, straightens his waistcoat, and moves to stand nearer the chair (and Crowley), and watches you with his hands folded in front of him. “The first of which is, who exactly are you?”

“Buckle in, folks,” You say to them, “You’re in for a ride.”

And so you begin your info dump. You notice Muriel taking dedicated notes. Good, they’ll probably need those later. You tell them that you’re not sure exactly where you’re from, but it’s not here. You explain the tv show, the radio show, you even mention the musical, and of course, when you get to the book, you ask Crowley to find it on the shelf behind him. It’s right where you remember Jim leaving it. Crowley opens it, and you begin on instinct:

“’It was a nice day. All the days had been nice. There had been rather seven of them thus far, and rain hadn’t been invented yet.’ Now skip a couple lines Crowley. ‘I said that one went down like a lead balloon.’ Sound familiar? There’s more.” You stop quoting there, because Crowley has started flipping through the pages quicker. Aziraphale holds out his hand, and after a while, Crowley hands it to him, then goes to a corner where you notice him taking a few deep breaths. You lean to the side to see that he’s not smoking, exactly, but definitely smoldering. You look at Aziraphale next, and see him turn white as a sheet, before handing the book to Muriel’s eager hands. The scrivener is the only one who looks delighted as they flip through. Aziraphale cleares this throat and composes himself.

“Uhm...now I believe you told Metatron that...The Almighty sent you here. Is...is that actually the case?”

“Honestly,” You say, “I have no idea. I just needed to get him out of your shop and away from you.”

“Away from...me?”

“Yeah...um...” You notice that Crowley has come back to the conversation now, although his sunglasses are slightly askew. You glance at Muriel, who has noticed the shift in your tone, has closed the book, and is now watching you. They put the novel on the nearest surface and reach for their notebook again.

And so, you explain the most solid fan theories that you know. That their joint miracle from the other day made them a threat for Apocalypse 2.0, and that Metatron was here to separate them, by offering Aziraphale the job of Supreme Archangel. This news is met with...surprise.

“Well that’s just stupid,” Crowley says, “He says no, in your tv show, clearly.”

“Yes, I rather can’t imagine I’d be so keen to return to Heaven after everything.”

“Weeeeelllll…...”

The room goes silent, except for Muriel’s writing. They stop after a moment, unaware of the silence.

“So then, you were trying to keep them from being separated because the power of an angel and a demon is most powerful together.”

“Yeah, or the power of love maybe. I’m not sure. Neil’s been kind of vague on that point.” You intentionally keep your gaze on Muriel once you realize what you implied. You will get there. Making those two talk about their feelings is on your list. Patience, patience.

“Oh, the author – Neil Gaiman?” Muriel points at the book with their pencil.

“Yeah, him. He answers questions sometimes.”

Muriel makes a note. You realize something.

“Wait a minute, Muriel,” You say, “Are you...on board with this?”

Muriel stops writing and considers your question for a minute.

“Well, see, the thing is,” They begin, “I’ve seen an awful lot that I never thought I would see? Just in the last week. Like a demon being nice –“

“HEY! Not nice!”

“And the Archangel Gabriel being in love with a demon and running away with them. And then you fell out of nowhere, and honestly what you said to the Metatron may have been a lie, and therefore, you know, bad, but it makes sense. If God didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be here. So if I help you, I’m helping the Will of God, right?”

Crowley is the one to break the silence that follows.

“Honestly I would have thought it’d take longer for you to take after me. I have to say, I am impressed.”

“Take what after you?”

“Nevermind.”

“Well,” says Aziraphale, “Is there anything else that we need to know about?”

You think about the kiss. You think about everything that came after. You think about ‘and I would like to spend -’ But no, none of that is relevant now. Why do you feel like you’re forgetting something?

The bell at the door rings. You turn around to see Maggie and Nina. UGH. Right.

“I’ve got it, ladies, no worries! Come back later!” You call, desperately.

“Excuse me! No, we need to speak to these two now if you don’t mind!” Maggie says. Clearly she doesn’t care who you are or what you’re doing here.

You roll your eyes. Honestly, you don’t have beef with Maggie and Nina. You agree with them telling off Crowley and Aziraphale, it’s just that you can’t help but feel that the clock is ticking. But, well, there’s no helping it is there? With a sigh, you stand.

“Come on, Muriel,” You say, “Let’s go to the kitchen and get some more cocoa while these four talk.”

Muriel follows you into the kitchen. You don’t listen, you don’t need to. All you need to do is refill your drink while Maggie and Nina tell them off. While you’re at it, you try to convince Muriel to have one. Despite your best effort, you’re unsuccessful. Oh well, all in good time. When you hear the bell chime again, you go back into the shop to find Aziraphale and Crowley looking very pink in the cheeks. You can’t help but smirk.

“All right, chaps?” You say in your best-terrible-British-accent. Aziraphale nods. Well good. Because you all have work to do.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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[bunmellos]

when u move back to ur parents place and forget how to be a functioning human

[macbethz]

“Woah that art you made is like sooo crazy and fucked up were you on drugs?” Yep. Now what

[bettyweir]

Cameron Kennedy in Where do we go from here.

[starjxsung]

the amount of skz accounts I see going on hiatus or fully abandoning their accounts because of this divide in the fandom right now and the disillusionment I feel when I log onto instagram and skz are just posting like everything is perfectly fine lmaooo I’m going insane

[deadloverscity]

I have 900 words of filth and I don't how to move this forward bruh what do I do with this now

[x-heesy]

𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝��𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 😑

Those who know do not speak. Those who speak do not know.-Lao Tzu

𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗠𝗣: 𝗦𝗧𝗙𝗨, 𝗦𝗨𝗡 𝝝𝗙𝗙 𝝠 𝗕𝗘𝝠𝗖𝗛 🏖️

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚘 𝚆𝚎 𝙶𝚘 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 - 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚡 𝚋𝚢 𝚈𝚘𝚔𝚘 𝙾𝚗𝚘, 𝙸𝚖𝚊

[consign-to-oblivion]

𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥

𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥

𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥

𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥

Asking Alexandria - "Things Could Be Different"

[sillymonsterman]

more should have been done with Jason and Thalia as a bridge between the two camps tbh

like two demi god full siblings but their Zues/Jupiter

wasted opportunity

[elisaenglish]

I think I’ve made myself very clear. No one’s coming forward to stop me. Some of you cared. None of you cared enough. And neither did I. And I’m sorry.

[rubydart]

Come find me at like too many places b/c everything is spread out and a pain (bsky, threads, insta, tiktok, twitter, etc) under the username RubyDianArts. I do art streams on twitch once in a while too

[yenforfairytales]

Terry Silver's sincere apology and more rambling

THIS. This right here. Every single time

Every time Thomas says that Terry's apology to Daniel was sincere it makes me a little more feral about these characters.

And I believe in the video that before he was cut off he was saying that "things started to percolate." As in - the rejection continued to permeate Terry's thoughts and actions, boil over, spread as he wallowed and stewed over it...

Just the thought of Terry going home, alone in bed that night, growing angrier and more upset as he plays back their interaction in his mind, and the hurt and rejection just continues to fester in his chest until he has to get up and hit a punching bag until he feels better. Until he feels nothing at all.

It's also canon that he drinks when he's upset... But he hadn't quite spiraled out of control at that point. Anyway

If I were a braver person I would love to ask Thomas what he thinks Terry would've wanted to happen had Daniel accepted the apology. How exactly does Terry view a friendship between them?

I find it FASCINATING

Because

No matter what, Terry canonically wants Daniel around. Everyone else is simple for him to discard; he even got rid of Kreese so he never had to see him again(not that he was happy to see him to begin with). But with Daniel he still purposefully kept him around, even if it was just so Daniel could watch him take over the world with Cobra Kai.

Which makes it canon that Daniel's rejection was Terry's motivation to really go all in on Cobra Kai, his fuel to spread the message, and to keep Daniel nearby - he wanted to prove to Daniel that he could run Cobra Kai

That he, Terry, could make it work this time. All by himself. He could be better than his father. Better than Kreese. He was going to prove to Daniel that Cobra Kai really could help kids around the world and that Daniel was wrong about him. That all fits with Terry teaching Kenny in a way that he probably wished he taught Daniel.

It's a shame that Terry lost control yet again and things of course escalated to an insane amount. Keep in mind that Terry was desperate. He's dying and running out of time.

I just love Terry and Daniel and their dynamic so much. I can only hope we get more of them next season.

And obviously my little shipper heart wishes they'd make up somehow and be friends like Terry wants. Like Daniel's other rivals. Honestly, Daniel's ability to turn these tough warriors into his Ride or Dies is something to admire. The soft way these old men look at him. 😭

And it haunts me what could have been. The fic potential. What if Daniel had said yes. Just imagine. You know Terry had it all laid out in his head, rehearsed his apology over the years...

I just need a soft happy ending ok. Even if it's just Terry saying goodbye to Daniel one last time in the garden, a bittersweet parallel to their first meeting.

[jaredwalkertexasranger]

counting down to Walker S3 | Cordell bocce scene

requested by @mygallimaufry