#yes i'm flirting

[alitt1edeath]

hi boys i'm ovulating

[tennant-davids]

i'm sorry i'm so sorry i know i'm just a "delusional lokius shipper" but loki nervously fixing up his hair and jacket, making himself look good, before approaching timeline mobius??? that was a real thing that happened? and he didn't bother doing it for anyone else lmaooo??? staring at mobius for-fucking-ever as he realises controlling where he wants to be is about who he wants to be with, rather than where, what or why??? and we have another visit to the time theatre coming up where they're both crying?? i'm doing great, guys. fantastic, even. 🤡

[justafriend-ql]

I've never met anyone like you. LOVE FOR LOVE'S SAKE (2024) Episode 4

[peppermintmochafem]

Femmes flirting:

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

+3 friendship with Jin Ling: He actively tries to dissuade you from further embroiling yourself in the homosexual allegations.

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[ministarfruit]

ravens

[r0semultiverse]

Hey Digital Extremes, why are you limiting our play style to only one romance? Thought this game was about player choice. Let us choose to have the gameplay option of polyamory! 💕

There should also be a platonic New Years night option too that involves no romance for those not comfortable with it!

[cantalwaysgetwhatyouwantbut]

Part 2: Wilson's silver streak

Part 1 here

[lofan]

Missy, darling, can you be a little bit more precise? Which abandonment are you referring to?

The last one when you saved him and he left you on Gallifrey with Rassilon? The Cheetah planet? In the fire on Sarn? With pissed off Xeraphin? The Death Zone, twice? Is it the Castrovalva?? With Axos? THE ACADEMY, MAYBE???

[magnusbae]

Disaster Duo™ springing the trap, colorized.

[figurativepieceoftrash]

When people write Yoichi and make him socially competent and cool and effectively flirty it makes my blood boil

Like girl that man had the childhood socialization of a feral raccoon. His only frame of reference for human interaction was fucking. Afo, of all people. until he taught himself read, at which time he decided to model his entire personality and worldview after a cheesy one-dimensional comic book hero in elastic tights. He presumably never attended any form of standardized schooling. I'm willing to bet he's never had a real job. He probably received his first and most formative exposure to the concept of romance from fucking comic books, of all things

Stop making him normal and well adjusted, you are depriving him of what little implied narrative flavor he has been given!!! He is weird!!! He is socially inept!!! He did not know what indoor plumbing was until he was at least twelve!!! He reasonably must've internalized at least some degree of his brother's batshit behaviors and belief system considering that they were literally all he was exposed to during his formative years!!!

Justice for loser freak Yoichi, you'll always be real in my heart 😔

[homicidalbrunette]

Hey here's three minutes of Plane Jane and Katya vibing/flirting you're welcome

[allthoseotherworlds]

Watching Dot and Bubble went from "Well, blocking the Doctor was a bad move, but realistically if someone I didn't know randomly messaged me on Facebook to tell me monsters were after me, I'd probably ignore them too"

to "I can see how that could be interpreted as condescending, but he's just trying to be encouraging because you're scared, which is good actually. Being scared is not a good reason to snap at the people trying to save you."

to "Okay, yeah, saying he 'looks stupid' is definitely just racism. Like, she also said Ruby was stupid, but that was based on things Ruby actually said, not her appearance. Plus I think literally everyone else here is white."

to "...Yikes!"

Overall a very interesting episode. I'm still pondering 2 questions:

Was the "Homeworld" meant to be Earth? I am kind of hoping that not everyone on Earth got killed. These people were all crappy, but I assume many of the non-crappy people would still be on Earth by default

Maybe silly, but if everyone is just looking at the inside of their bubbles all the time, why bother making all the buildings look nice? I know it said in the episode that the place existed before it was Finetime, so some of it seems to predate the Dot and Bubble system, but a lot of the buildings look too nicely maintained to be pre-Dot

It was an interesting concept to have an episode where the Doctor puts a lot of effort into trying to save people who turn out to be terrible people and who are probably all going to die immediately after the episode.

It kind of leaves you with the feeling of like "Well, what was the point of all that, then?!" but the Doctor pleading with them at the end to just let him save them was very good, and a great encapsulation of his values I think. Even if they're terrible, give them a chance, and if they don't take it then they've made their own graves.

I am kind of curious what happens afterwards though, I'm imagining it as very gruesome and filled with petty infighting and whining about chapping.

[romance-rambles]

modern clarence | an appropriate staring distance

While at the beach, you take a moment to appreciate your handsome boyfriend while he's taking a nap—and also when he's not.

1.2k, fluff + established relationship, reader is mc, series: none

NAVY BLUE STICKS OUT TO you the moment you open your eyes.

Your aching shoulder protests your decision to stay as you are, on your side, facing a still sleeping Clarence. Like this, he looks much younger—you're reminded of the time you had to force him to take a nap. Like this, he's simply the cute guy you managed to score not one but multiple dates with, just Clarence, instead of the incredibly smart and wonderful and kind Student Council President.

You glance at the circular table set between your two beach chairs, taking note of his glasses resting primly upon its surface. With him often having to juggle two different kinds of glasses, you'd offered to put them in your bag so that he could pack lighter. Or, as light as he can.

Right now, it's awkwardly squished behind you, miraculously still on the chair only because it's too big to fall out the gap under the armrest.

Filling in the blanks comes as easily to you as the smile on your face when you get to see your boyfriend, nearly the same one on your face right now—and the expression that goes with it is so endlessly fond that you find yourself with the urge to hit something.

Simply put, your boyfriend is a handsome man—the most handsome one, of all the men your keen eyes have gazed upon. And gazed, they certainly have. But even if they didn't have to pick, then they would gaze at only Clarence for the rest of their life..

You almost giggle at the thought, but think against it at the last minute.

But pressing your lips firmly into a thin line has the opposite effect on your budding smile. You imagine you look rather strange to anyone who passes by—what with your mockery of a wide smile and the silent scream building up in your throat, paired with the quiet thumping of your feet against the legrest.

If you were in a more private space, you would resort to kicking instead.

A proper squish to your still warm cheeks as you begin to sit up helps ease up the passion swirling chaotically across your body. You exhale, then allow your hands to slide off your face. One side of it bears the consequences of your actions more than the other.

With a one last longing at the sleeping Clarence, you start to dig through your bag for the only thing in your arsenal that could substitute for a sketchbook.

There are a few miscellaneous promotion emails waiting for you on the lockscreen. A message from Cael asking about dinner tomorrow too. Somewhere between them, there's a notice about the weather, with the temperature from an almost hour ago listed uselessly.

You swipe past them all and hurriedly slip into the camera app.

The hand holding your phone steadies itself against the armrest as you swing your legs over the edge of your chair. A thumb hovers over the capture button, vigilantly awaiting your command. The fingers of your other hand, meanwhile, busy themselves with zooming in on the captivating scenery.

With each pinch, the focus grows ever narrow—until all that remains is Clarence and nothing else.

At one point, you try to zoom into the mole under his eye, but it doesn't make for a very compelling photo. After a few attempts, quite a few of which involve staring at your screen for prolonged periods of time, you reluctantly give up.

Your pout is soon covered up by your phone. When its front camera presses against your upper lip, your gaze is free to wander back to the sleeping beauty beside you once more.

A healing effect, exclusive to him, takes hold of you instantaneously.

Eyes brimming with fondness narrow slightly. You slide off your beach chair, hands on your bent knees as you take a closer look. You can make out the shadows cast by his long lashes and the drool dribbling past his chin.

He's perfect.

You're content to stay there until your knees begin to ache, reminding you insistently that this isn't a very comfortable position to be in. As a compromise of some kind, you adjust your arms atop the nearby armrest.

It really would be better if you'd brought your sketchbook along—but, you think, remembering his workaholic tendencies, would he even bother to take a nap then?

You scrunch your nose up at the thought.

In that moment, Clarence seems sense to your presence. When you look back at him, you're greeted with the sight of confusion in his now opened, but still drowsy gaze. He blinks, and it earns him an amused grin from you.

"Morning," you say, though it's well into afternoon.

That seems to wake him up. His cheeks flush a warm pink, and he hurriedly wipes away the drool on his face, as though you haven't already committed the sight to your memory.

Clearing his throat, he responds in kind, careful to sit up in such a way that he avoids looking at you.

"You don't have to be so close...I can see you just fine."

You laugh, not unkindly. "What if I'm the one who's having trouble?"

For a moment, when he turns back to look at you, he looks alarmed. Then, his shoulders relax to the tune of a sigh, his groggy mind apparently having caught onto the fact that you were joking.

Without breaking eye contact, you reach for his glasses. But as with the issue of walking into a cave without a flashlight, even if you vaguely recall where your destination is, there's no guarantee you'll actually reach it.

"Give me a second," you mutter, your annoyance making your tone a bit too sharp.

You follow your words up with an apology. His glasses held are carefully by the frames as your sheepish gaze connects with his faintly amused one. Clarence reaches out, getting as far as grasping the slanted tips of the frame before the two of you reach a mutual agreement.

"Well." His cheeks return to being a rosy hue. He coughs politely. "If you would."

Cute. Biting your lip giddily, you shake his grip off. A quick once-over of your surroundings before you stand up shows that no one seems to be paying attention to you. And unless your friends and acquaintences have come to together to unlock the secrets of invisibility, no one you know seems to be present either.

Leaning over, you line his glasses up against his face, the tips of his frame brushing against his cheek. It takes only a moment to slot them into place—and you have enough experience with doing so that they don't snag against his ears.

It takes only a moment longer to give him an innocent peck on the lips.

"There," you murmur, not entirely satisfied with the kiss.

His Adam's apple bobs. Clarence adjusts his glasses with an awkward look that suggests he has some kind of solution to your dilemma. You, of course, beat him to the punch.

"Why—" Your voice cracks a little. "—don't we go find a different spot?"

He smiles, narrowed eyes watching you fondly. "I was about to suggest the same thing."

[slaytheprofessor]

"The girl's here, and she can speak for herself," you grumble, rubbing your head. "Wow, you're loud."

Voice of the Rebel: Awwww, thanks, babe! Being loud's what I'm the best at!

Voice of the Researcher: Yeah, uh, I don't think she meant it as a compliment. Or, uh, we did.

The Guide: All right, well, now that we've got that established, will you let me explain this time?

Voice of the Researcher: I'll let you explain. I dunno if she will.

Voice of the Rebel: *long sigh* Yeah, sure, go off. I don't care. It's probably a bunch of BS, anyway. *another yawn* You think the library has a coffee shop? I'm starting to crash.

Voice of the Researcher: You just came into existence, and you're starting to crash?

Voice of the Rebel: Hey, take a second to chill a little, all right, babygirl? Not everything's some big old mystery, I just need caffeine. *little snort* Or an edible, either one would be fine.

Voice of the Researcher: ...

Voice of the Researcher: *sputtering* What did you just call me?!

The Guide: *long-suffering sigh* I don't think that there are stimulants in the library. That defeats the point of a library.

Voice of the Rebel: Eh, still keeping my hopes up.

[roguecanoe]

I think my brains rotted away to nothing- But uh ya. Old dudes.