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Sarkareth was dead, his last words wondering if everything he'd done had always been a path to oblivion. Before he collapsed entirely on the blue stone floor of Neltharions inner sanctum within Aberrus.
Sathena felt rather conflicted about this, on the one claw there was the elation of having participated in the defeat of 'the enemy'. However on the other hand, there was the remorse of having slain a Dracthyr who until more recently had been an ally. Though she knew whatever she felt probably paled in comparison to Fate who had once been a part of Sarkareth's Weyrn and from what little she knew of her fellow Dracthyr, potentially more.
She glanced back down at the fallen Scalecommander, her mind couldn't help but wonder if this is how the other races felt when having to fight their own, the conflict of realizing what had to be done but the regret at having had to do it. It was a foreign feeling to her, she had been trained as a soldier, to obey orders and defeat the enemies she was set against. Not feel remorse for carrying out those orders, yet here she was with that feeling dwelling in her gut anyway.
The green scaled Dracthyr listened to the exchanged that was made between Fate and Lorellai with the young dwarf trying to give comfort to Fate. Though Sathena couldn't think of anything to say to show solidarity besides remarking that Sarkareth even misguided had still been a Dracthyr.
Soon however the exchange was over and the Meddler group moved to leave the twisted facility of aberrus, where its secrets could hopefully be forever forgotten.
Before she left however Sathena straightened her posture and the young Dracthyr gave a respectful salute towards the fallen Scalecommander. To a worthy foe, and a fallen comrade.
With that she took a step back, dropped her salute and turned on her heel with military precision to leave Aberrus with the other meddlers.
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Adventuring Is Calling
The courtyard of the Stormwind Cathedral was full of noise, as it always is. The splash of water as the fountain sprayed, the strikes of horseshoes upon stone, the cheers of fun as children ran around, they all merged together into a chorus of sound that surrounded the two paladins as they sat on one of the benches. Beside them, a winged lion lay on the ground and lazily kept watch. The adults that came into the square seemed to keep their distance while at the same time the children dared each other to get closer and closer.
“And your studies are going well?” Braghaman asked his son, trying to sound nonchalant as many parents do when catching up with their children.
“Very well. Lieutenant Rignomer actually said I wasn’t as big a let-down as he had expected.”
“Solid praise from the lieutenant.”
“That’s what I think. At first, I thought he was being harder on me because…”
“Because?” Bragh repeated, his eyebrow raising slightly.
“Well, because of who I am. Who you are, really.”
“And now?”
“Maybe he was just being tough on me because that’s what I needed.”
“How so?”
“Well, you know. Son of a paladin. Maybe a bit full of themselves. All of that.”
“So you’re okay with it now.”
“Sure. I’ve seen him do worse to others. But those were the ones who were reckless. Maybe a little dangerous. Those recruits pretty much earned the chewing out that they got.”
“Sure.”
“Anyways, that’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“About the lieutenant?” Bragh asked, a confused look on his face.
“Well not him specifically, but about the training.”
“Go on.”
Banagan took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then turned to look at his father.
“I think I’m ready. You know, to go out in the world.”
“You do? No more training needed?” Braghaman’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Yes. Or no, rather. I mean I think I’ve gotten as much as I can from here. I want to go out into the world. Get my experience there.”
“You mean adventure.”
“Well, sure. That’s what you did right?”
“I did. But what I did was different.”
“How?” Banagan demanded, but quickly realized the error of his eagerness. “I mean, why can’t I do that, too?”
“For one, I had someone to rely on. I had your grandfather and the rest of the Dawn to watch my back.”
“So if I had a group or something, then it’d be okay for me to go.”
“It wouldn’t be the Dawn. Most of us are retired or otherwise occupied.”
“Okay, so not the Shrouded Dawn. I could find a group of paladins here at the Cathedral.”
“Is that what you really want to do?”
“Well, no. Not really.” Banagan leaned back slightly and thought. “What about the Meddlers?”
“The Meddlers?” Bragh repeated, staring at his son.
“Sure! You’ve always said what a great group of people they were. That you trusted them with your back and everything, right?”
“Yes, that’s correct,” Braghaman answered slowly.
“So I could go talk with them. See if they would take me on. Let me go with some of them.”
“You think you’re ready to go adventuring with the Meddlers?”
“Why not? There’s not much more for me to learn here. I really think I need to get out in the world and learn things first hand. You know, like you did.”
“You realize that the Meddlers aren’t exactly the same as the Dawn, right?”
“Of course, father. And that makes it an even better choice.”
Braghaman’s face went stoic at that comment, causing Banagan to stutter briefly.
“I.. I mean.. it’s just that while I could learn with the Shrouded Dawn, we’d just be keeping Duskwood safe, right? But the Meddlers, well they go adventuring all around Azeroth. I just meant I would have more opportunities with them, don’t you think?”
“You know, some of them aren’t as…. reserved… as I am, right? You ready to deal with personalities like that?”
“Well, I have met a few of them already. And I think I’ve seen some people like that here at the Cathedral.”
“You’d have to pull your own weight with them. Don’t expect them to carry you. Wouldn’t be safe for any of you otherwise.”
“Of course. I won’t be a burden.”
“And if they say it’s not working out, then what?”
“Oh..” Banagan paused. “I hadn’t really considered that. Would they do that?”
Braghaman shrugged. “If they do, then what?”
“I guess I’d come home,” Banagan answered, soundly defeated. “But I don’t think that’ll happen.”
“What about your sister?”
“Kori? Well she can come, too, if she wants.”
“Of course.” Braghaman watched his son fidgeting anxiously, though trying very hard to hide it. “So what’s your plan then?”
“Really?” Banny responded enthusiastically. “Well, I guess the first step is that I need you to talk to the Meddlers and then…”
“No.”
“No? But you said I could go with them.”
“I did. But this is your adventure. Your responsibility.”
“Okay?” Banny replied, sounding a bit confused.
“If you want to work with the Meddlers, you need to go and ask them yourself.”
“But I assumed you’d talk to them for me.”
“First mistake,” Bragh said with a smirk. “You want to work with them, you’ll need to go talk with Drogar and Darlain yourself.”
“What do I say?”
“Tell them you’re a Larethian. That you’re a paladin and you want adventure. I suspect that’ll get their attentions.”
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Ladies and Gentlemen, we got him. Amirdrassil blooms!
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Tales of the TARDIS | Reunion Hugs
"We never really did this sort of thing, did we?"
"We do now!"
#Tales of the TARDIS#Doctor Who#Classic Who#Earthshock#The Mind Robber#The Three Doctors#The Time Meddler#The Curse of Fenric#Vengeance on Varos#Fifth Doctor#Sixth Doctor#Seventh Doctor#Tegan Jovanka#Jamie McCrimmon#Zoe Heriot#Peri Brown#Clyde Langer#Jo Grant#Steven Taylor#Vicki Pallister#Ace McShane#DW Spoilers#Tales of the TARDIS Spoilers#DWEdit#Gif
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Adam, still going through it, texting Lucifer because that’s the only fucker he knows here who he only hates most of the time: Why is a fucking pig lying on my bed?!
Lucifer, texting back right away: It’s hard being the only one of your kind in a place, he must have been so excited to hear you were here that he came to see you himself
Adam, using Doomgle for the first time to find pictures of ducks saying die in a fire: Die
Lucifer, torn between being pissed at the duck meme or loving it: You first, no that would be second wouldn’t it?
Adam, sending a rolling eyes Hellmoji: Oh no I’m dead, so fucking original. Not like I haven’t done this before, bitch nothing you say will piss me off more then dying from advanced aging
Angel Dust, accidentally reading the whole thing over his shoulder, an easy task: That’s where Fat Nugget is?! Fuck, why’d he run off there? I don’t wanna go into the depression cave, and I know Adam doesn’t want me to come knocking either
Lucifer, waving his hand and opening a portal into Adam’s room: I’ve got this. Adam! You can deposit the pig here into the waiting arms of his owner
Adam, shoving his hands through the portal while holding a whining Fat Nugget: Who’s miniature ham is this even?
Angel Dust, scooping Fat Nugget up: Mine! Nugget, my sweet little shit. Why’d you go and fall asleep in a lamb paddock?
Adam, flipping Angel off through the portal and slowly dragging his hand out of it: Wilbur got lonely, guess Charlotte isn’t entertaining after all huh?
Angel Dust, flipping him off back with his lower arms: Just shut up you shitty ass sheep, a Shepard would leave you behind on purpose
Lucifer, cutting that short by closing the portal: Charlie’s going to be so happy he spoke to someone today
Husk, cleaning his lemon juicer: She’ll be happier about it then Adam himself
Lucifer, shaking his head: No, trust me he lives for this shit. He’d rather argue then being left completely to himself. Because if he’s all alone he’ll get bored. He hates being bored
Angel raising a suggestive eyebrow: And…your majesty just how do you know that?
Husk, slapping his face because he warned Angel about teasing the King Of Hell a hundred times: He has fun undoing everything I do to keep his ass alive, doesn’t he?
Lucifer, staring at him silently before laughing a little too loudly: No reason!
Angel after Lucifer tugs his collar and leaves awkwardly: I think the king doth protest too much, Husk
Husk, sighing: I think you are doth interested, in the business of a man who can kill a seven deadly sin if he wanted to, too much
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel adam#hazbin hotel lucifer#guitarduck#adamsapple#sinner adam#hazbin hotel angel dust#hazbin hotel husk#cw cursing#Husk tries so hard#Angel Dust the resident meddler#Fat Nugget tries to be a therapy pig but no one will let him#Lucifer: It’s totally normal to know so much about a man you hate#Lucifer: Right?#Meanwhile Adam is Doomgle’ing spider facts to use as future insults#He comes out of his room eventually
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The first time Dustin tried to get Steve and Eddie to meet, Eddie refused.
“You expect me to be nice to Steve Harrington? The King of Hawkins High?”
“I told you, that’s old news,” Dustin rolled his eyes.
“Last year isn’t exactly old news, Henderson.”
So Dustin let it be.
— — — — —
The second time they didn’t have a choice.
Eddie was wanted for murders he didn’t commit, and Steve was well-versed in the ways of the Upside Down.
When Eddie almost died, it was Steve who was able to carry him through the gate.
When Eddie was in the hospital for three weeks, it was Steve who sat by his side every night so he wouldn’t be alone with his nightmares.
When Eddie got out, it was Steve who brought him to his appointments and helped him get settled in the new government-provided house for him and Wayne.
When Eddie thought about it, Steve was probably the nicest guy he’d ever met.
— — — — — — — —
But Steve ended up having to go back to work when things got fixed up.
His parents left him the house, but otherwise cut him off.
Groceries and gas don’t pay for themselves.
So he saw him for an hour here or a few minutes there, always checking in when he dropped Dustin and Mike off for D&D.
Eddie started to wonder if Steve only hung out with him because he had like, survivors guilt or something. He had been so kind and caring, but clearly the clock ran out on that.
But to Dustin, it was just a reset.
Steve hadn’t changed, just his available time.
And it was time to do something about it.
— — — — — — —
They say the third time’s the charm, but in this case, it wasn’t.
In fact, Dustin almost gave up when this result ended in Eddie telling Steve to go fuck himself.
He didn’t know what happened, and he never found out, but Steve looked hurt, and Eddie shut himself in his room for three days.
— — — — — — —
Dustin was sick.
The flu was running rampant through the streets and school halls of Hawkins, leaving no person left untouched by the worst nausea and body aches known to humankind.
Also, Eddie’s dramatics may have been rubbing off on him. Just a little.
So he couldn’t go to Hellfire, and without him, they couldn’t finish the campaign.
But in his drug-addled mind, he thought of a resolution. Potentially. But bribery would have to be involved.
So he called Steve.
“Steve.” He turned up the pitifully low rasp of his voice to make it seem like he was dying. “I need you to cover me at Hellfire.”
“Why? So Eddie can tell me to go fuck myself again? No thanks.”
“Dude. Please. I’m too sick. Everyone’s been wanting to finish this campaign for a month.”
“Can’t they reschedule when you’re better.”
Well, yeah, probably. Eddie had been way more open to rescheduling since everything happened.
That would ruin his plan, though.
“C’mon, Steve! I’ll owe you!” He coughed to add to the drama of it all.
“Fine! Fine.” Steve sighed. “I hope you know you’re gonna lose.”
“Nah, it’s a team effort. Everyone will help you.”
“Sure.” Then, because Steve was Steve: “Need anything, Henderson?”
Dustin almost felt bad about what he was making Steve do. Almost.
“No, mom’s making me a broth soup to try to sip on.”
“Okay, call tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow.”
If Dustin wasn’t as sick as he was, he probably would have tried to stay awake to call tonight.
But he fell asleep within minutes.
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“I’m sorry, you’re what?”
Steve rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his hips. “Filling in for Dustin. He’s sick.”
“You can’t do that.”
“He said I could.”
“He doesn’t run Hellfire, does he?”
“Shouldn’t he? Since you graduated?”
Eddie glared.
“If you two are done bickering like old ladies fighting over the same man in the nursing home, we have a campaign to finish,” Erica said from her seat, looking at her nails instead of at them.
“You heard Lady Applejack,” Eddie gestures towards the table.
Steve sat in the largest chair at the end and leaned back.
Everyone was staring at him.
“You’re not that dense. You can’t be.”
Steve looked up at Eddie with a smirk.
“Is there a problem?”
“That’s the DM seat. I’m the DM. Therefore, my seat.”
“It’s big enough to share. I like the view from here.”
“You can see all my notes from here!”
“Exactly.”
Eddie’s face was so red, it was a wonder he hadn’t exploded yet.
But he didn’t continue arguing. To Steve’s delight, and Dustin’s if he were there to see it, Eddie sat down on the edge of the chair. Steve scooted over a little, but they were pushing each other and being immature and stupid.
They both fell on their asses and Lucas finally spoke up.
“Can we just reschedule? This isn’t gonna work.”
“No. We’re so close. Dustin wouldn’t have sent Steve if he wanted us to reschedule.”
Eddie looked at Steve, searching his face for something. Whatever it was, he must’ve found it.
“Alright. Steve’s in my lap. Let’s go.”
He clapped and pulled himself back into the chair, patting his thigh and smiling at Steve.
“The whole game?”
“It’s this or Dustin’s spot over there.”
Steve wasn’t having that. He deserved this spot.
He stood up and sat down in Eddie’s lap, ignoring the way his stomach fluttered at being close enough to smell the shampoo Eddie used. Eddie’s hands settled on his hips to hold him in place while he leaned around to check his notes.
“Let’s begin!”
Luckily, Steve didn’t have to do much. The rest of the group kind of played for him, knowing he was just a warm body at the table.
And he was certainly warm.
Eddie’s hands had been finding new places to touch on his sides or legs or back or stomach all night. It was distracting. It was annoying. It was intoxicating and addicting and Steve never wanted to leave.
He was completely zoned out, barely registering he was supposed to be an active participant in this fucking game when he felt a light smack on his thigh.
He let out a whine.
And then reality came crashing in.
Everyone was staring at him with raised eyebrows. Eddie was completely still under him. He was mortified.
But he still didn’t want to get up.
He kind of just wanted to turn around and bury his face in Eddie’s neck.
As soon as he has the thought, his body is making it happen. ‘Your wish is my command,’ it’s saying in excitement.
Within seconds, his body is turned facing a shell-shocked Eddie, legs using the space between Eddie’s back and the back of the chair to wrap around his waist, and his face burying itself into his neck. He let out a much quieter whine, and felt his whole body relax.
A hand was on the back of his head, keeping him in place, and he sighed.
He could feel vibrations, like Eddie was speaking, but his head was cloudy and he couldn’t quite figure out what it was he was saying.
It didn’t really matter anyways. He was cozy and safe and relaxed for maybe the first time ever. Unless Eddie physically removed him from his spot, he wasn’t moving.
Time passed, but Steve couldn’t take a guess at how much.
“Stevie? You awake?”
“Mhm.”
“You wanna get comfy?”
“Am.”
He felt Eddie laugh more than he heard it, but he just snuggled further into Eddie’s neck, bunching his shirt in his hands.
“Okay, I’m just gonna pick you up and go to the bedroom. It’ll be better to sleep.”
Sleep? Was it that late? Where was everyone else?
“Shhh. It’s okay. Just squeeze your legs around my waist and hold on.”
Steve followed his instructions to the letter and he could’ve sworn he heard Eddie whisper “good boy” into his ear, but that could’ve been wishful thinking.
The next thing he knew, Eddie was sitting on the edge of his own bed with Steve in the same position on his lap.
“Wanna get in comfy clothes?”
Steve shook his head.
He was so tired.
“When’s the last time you slept?”
“Dunno. Week?”
“A week?! Steve…”
“Shhh. Sleepy.”
“No shit. You haven’t slept in a week.” Eddie sighed and then somehow managed to get them both settled in bed, Steve’s body almost entirely on top of Eddie’s. “Get some rest, sweetheart.”
“Mkay.”
Eddie kissed the top of his head, but he was already almost completely asleep.
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“So he just…cuddled him? Right there at the table?”
Dustin couldn’t believe his plan worked and he wasn’t even there.
“It was awful,” Erica spit out.
“It was weird,” Lucas added.
“It was disgusting,” Mike said, pointing a glare at Dustin. “I wish I had the flu so I could’ve missed it.”
“And has anyone checked in on them since?”
Two days had passed and Dustin was finally able to keep solid foods down and his fever broke more than 12 hours before. His mom was even going to let him call Suzy later.
“Uh. Should we?”
“Lucas! Dude! They may have turned on each other.”
“Yeah, more like turned each other on,” Erica mumbled.
They all stared at each other, disgusted at the thought of their friend and babysitter being close.
“Gross.”
But Dustin smiled anyway. His plan finally worked.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#headcanon#tumblr drabbles#dustin henderson#Dustin the meddler#that should be his d&d class tbh#idk what this is? I just furiously typed this out on my phone for the last 30 minutes#it felt important at the time
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“average iterator is proficient at modifying purposed organisms" factoid actually (sic) just statistical error. Average iterator has no clue about biological engineering. Slugcats Georg (coloquially known as Seven Red Suns), who lives in a can & modifies over 10,000 slugcats each cycle, is an outlier and should not have been counted.
#rain world#rain world downpour#seven red suns#no significant harassment#hunter rw#spearmaster#doodle#'did nsh modify hunter?' probably not#'do i think this is hilarious?' absolutely#notorious slugcat meddler srs coaching nsh on his wet mouse upgrades and realizing '..maybe this isnt as easy as i thought'#also thank you everyone on the warm response on my iterator drawings i am having a very good time
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Sure it's wild that Marry My Husband and Perfect Marriage Revenge have almost the exact same set up, but the vibes are waaaaaay different.
#marry my husband#perfect marriage revenge#kdrama#ones a makjang#and the other is a tropey office rom com#the villains are super different too#perfect marriage revenge had serious evil villains#Marry my husband ones are like grade b meddlers#i was obsessed with perfect marriage revenge until ep 8 and then just kinda lost interest#so i wonder how this one will go#ep 4
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Part 3 of this fic Part 4
Steve is shrugging on his vest and getting ready to clock in when Robin comes into the store and makes a beeline for him, "Are you and Nancy back together?"
"Good morning to you too, Robin. I slept fine last night. My morning was also pleasant. What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Steven Elizabeth Harrington-"
"Not my name." Steve rests his forearms on the counter facing Robin.
"-I walked into the kitchen yesterday to you twirling her around in your arms and goddamn giggling! Don't get smart with me."
"Wouldn't dream of it Bobby."
Robin leans across from Steve, mirroring his posture, "Seriously, if you're back together you have to tell me, it's best friend law. Are you a criminal Steven? Are you breaking best friend laws?"
"Stop government naming me! No, we are not back together. We're friends again and she was teasing me about my stupidly embarrassing crush on Eddie Munson. She said she thinks he likes me back Rob. But you're friends with him, you would know if he liked me, wouldn't you?"
"I... In theory, yes that is probably information I would know." Robin straightens up and tilts her head to the side like she's considering the possibility.
"And you're my best friend, and best friend law would mean you're obligated to tell me, right?"
Robin steps back from the counter putting space between her and Steve and glances behind her towards the door. "I'm not sure that best friend case law covers that particular area."
Steve stands straight up and smacks his hand against the counter and then points at Robin, "YOU DO KNOW SOMETHING!"
"I don't know anything or even if there is anything to know and even if I did know something, which I definitely do not, it wouldn't be my secret to tell. Okay bye Steve, see you later!" Robin yells over her shoulder as she runs out the door, saying it all so fast that Steve is impressed that she didn't pause for breath.
"Well, that was weirder than usual, even for her." Steve mutters as he watches her mount her bike and take off down the street.
"It definitely was." A voice says from Steve's right side, making him jump.
"Where the hell did you come from!?" Steve looks wildly around and past Max, scanning for any more of his children sneaking up on him.
"I've been here since before you, Keith let me in when he opened. And for the record, Robin definitely knows more than she's saying."
"How do you know?" Steve is suspicious but still desperate for information, "Wait, how much of that did you hear?"
"All of it. But your 'stupidly embarrassing crush on Eddie Munson' isn't exactly a secret, Steven. You're always looking at him like a lost puppy dog. Like you want to wrap him up and take him home to-"
"Okay! Enough Maxine-"
"Now who's government naming?"
"You started it."
"Actually, Robin started it, but do you want to know how I know she's keeping secrets or not?"
"You're right Max, Robin is the villain here, please tell me what she's hiding."
"Don't try to butter me up. And I never said I knew what she was hiding, just that she is hiding something. I can guess at what it is, but I think you already know. After we left your house yesterday Eddie dropped off Dustin, but Robin came back to the trailer park with Eddie and me. I went home and Robin went with Eddie. About an hour later, I heard the van leave and when it came back Eddie was alone, so he must have been dropping her off."
"So, they were alone for about an hour and that's your proof?"
"No, that's circumstantial. My proof is that when Eddie came home, he knocked on my door and asked me for help running errands today. He said he would give me $5 to return some movies for him. He dropped me off 20 minutes ago and he's picking me up," Max looks towards the front of the store where Eddie's van is pulling into the lot, "right about now. Combined with whatever that was that Robin just did, I think that smells like a plan."
Steve could see it. It made sense. If Eddie did like him then that would explain why Robin ran in here asking about Nancy and why Max was here, giving Eddie a chance to come in and see Steve. Robin knew he would be working right now, and he could just bet that Eddie had been waiting off on a side street for Robin to report back about Nancy. Max had clearly already put all that together and he could see in her face that she was watching him fit the pieces together as well.
"You know, you're a lot smarter than we give you credit for Steve," Max smirked at him and then turned towards the door as Eddie walked in.
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#stranger things#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#max mayfield#max the meddler#I think Robin broke best friend law too honestly#Eddie isn’t as sneaky as he thinks#max and Steve as besties
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A friend of mine on Facebook: Neil Chester, created this brilliant fan art for Tales of the TARDIS / The Time Meddler and with his permission I'm sharing it here...
Incredible stuff hey? Hope you all like it. :)
#fanart#Tales of the TARDIS#The Time Meddler#Vicki Pallister#Steven Taylor#Classic Who#First Doctor#Doctor Who
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great gatsby au,
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#im not even gonna caption this#there’s no need to#doctor who#classic who#the first doctor#the time meddler#a battle of wits#first doctor#dw#my post
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Morgarath
Can we all just imagine Morgarath's RAGE if he ever found out that the grey-cloaked meddler who foiled his re-match at taking over Araluen was the apprentice of THE Grey-cloaked meddler?
Damn Morgarath. You gotta up your game.
First time round it took a Ranger to defeat you.
Second time round, not only did an APPRENTICE Ranger kill you, but...
Lord Morgarath, the dude so many had tried and failed to kill...
WAS BEATEN BY A SECOND-YEAR APPRENTICE. Not only that, but the move that Horace used to defeat him was, A RANGER CLASSIC!
AAAAAAHH!
#halt o'carrick#will treaty#rangers apprentice#help#john flanagan#horace altman#the burning bridge#rangers#morgarath#morgarath beaten by apprentices#morgarath hates rangers#those pesky rangers again#they're back at it again#green-cloaked meddler
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a little drawing of the meddling monk
#hes growing on me Too Much#the meddling monk#doctor who#the monk#the time meddler#art#my art#fanart#drawing#traditional art#artists on tumblr#classic who#dw
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Aro culture is:
“You’ll get a crush someday!”
Five years later, seventeen years old, no crush and forced into a toxic relationship because your mom is toxic
I'm sorry that that has happened to you. To you, and anyone else in these situations:
You know yourself. Even if your current aromanticism is a phase, that doesn't mean people should be invalidating your current feelings and intentions. You deserve to be listened to and respected.
As much as is possible, establish boundaries in your relationships. I will always advocate that a boundary is not "Do not do this", a healthy boundary looks more like "If you do this, I will respond like this." For example, in toxic relationships, there is often an expectation that you will drop everything for the other. It may be useful to say "If I tell you I cannot hang out right now and you insist I should regardless, I will silence notifications from you for an hour." If they disrespect your boundary, enforce your reaction. If they tell you this is extreme, unreasonable, anything of that nature - remind yourself: I am respecting my time. Even if I would like to be hanging out, I cannot, and being pressured to find excuses or being shamed for circumstances I cannot change in this moment is unreasonable and harming me.
Things will get better, and that is a promise. I know at 17 I wanted to reach through the screen and strangle anyone that told me that - but seriously. My life at 23 isn't perfect at all - but I am in control of it. You will get there.
#Anonymous#aro culture is#aro#aromantic#actually aro#actually aromantic#ask#mod axel#mod phoenix#(bcs the meddler phoenix is [<2] he saw this and was like oh?? protect???)#advice#also totally get if this was intentionally generic due to Internet#but i do strongly advise trying to specify to yourself what about that relationship is toxic#is it enmeshment/codependency/etc? is it specific emotional abuse or financial abuse or physical/sexual? etc.#at least personally that has really helped me with avoiding gaslighting and feeling more confident in describing why i feel the way i do
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