#maggie yaps

[buckleyreid]

The thing with buddie fans and the bisexual arc...

Sometimes I look at certain posts and I wonder what show people are watching.

I've always been a hyper realistic person, maybe that's my own flaw, but I genuinely don't understand how someone could watch Buck coming out to Eddie, and their main takeaways being that 1) Buck is disappointed when Eddie says nothing will change between them and 2) Eddie is upset that Buck went on a date with Tommy.

That scene is about so much more than Buddie as a romantic ship, and I guess people who haven't been in Buck's shoes won't understand how nerve-wracking it is to share a part of yourself you're still not 100% confident in with one of the people that matters most to you. It's so incredibly important to see two men who love each other so deeply be there for one another platonically. Seeing people twist and take things out of context just so they fit their own narrative, while ignoring the meaning of such an important storyline is a little disheartening to say the least. If down the line we see Eddie internally conflicted about seeing Buck and Tommy together, and if that leads him down his own journey that's great (I'm a buddie shipper too), but I think it's important to not lose sight of what the show is telling us in the present time.

Buck starts out episode 7x05 nervous, anxious even, about being on a date with a man. He's looking around, he doesn't want anyone to see him and Tommy together like that. Cut to the end of the episode, and he's setting up a date himself, he's smiling and putting his hand on top of Tommy's and he's grown sure enough of himself to ask him to be his date to his sister's wedding (where his parents will be, where his whole team will see them together). That's important, that's the character development we've been looking forward to and unfortunately I feel like I've seen more people focused on making cheating theories and taking Buck and Eddie's interactions out of context instead of celebrating that Evan Buckley, for the first time in a couple of seasons, actually has a decent (monumentally so) storyline. You don't have to ship Buck and Tommy together, but please don't disregard Buck's feelings for Tommy just because you wish Eddie was in his place instead.

TLDR: Buck's arc is his own, it doesn't and shouldn't revolve around anyone but himself, it doesn't revolve around Eddie or Buddie and it doesn't revolve around Tommy either. Bisexuality in media matters, it deserves time and it deserves to be treated with respect.

#i know it's just fiction #these characters aren't real #but they do represent real people #very desperately needed to get that out of my chest #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x tommy #bucktommy #evan buck buckely #maggie yaps

[cinderellahoneymoon]

No specific gender preference! I generally just like characters who are just kinda pathetic, men who wear fancy clothes and are also kinda pathetic, and just like. Strong characters who could very much win against me in a fight -@chalcanthitedreams

tbh i might recommend you omen from valorant or mad maggie from apex legends!

omen is a valorant agent who died in the past and is now trying to remember who he was and what exactly happened to him before. he was revived and his soul was scattered and he's very edgy and ominous, but he also has this interaction so hes got a soft side and is a little sopping wet and pathetic and has a soft side people love to tease him about

maggie is a salvonian legend who has been fighting against the syndicate's rule on salvo for years. she became notorious for leading said rebellion and when she finally was arrested (and spit ouyt blood at her guards), she was forced to play in the apex games to keep her contained. shes very badass and really cool and punk and you should definitely watch her release trailer she makes my lesbianism so happy but also i dont like her in an f/o way [at least at the moment]

#sorry for the yap about maggie shes soooooo <333 #fleurs letters #share hour

[pinkponygrl]

Maggie Rogers album out today AND she announced a pop up show in my city THIS WEEKEND……….yyyyyeah i’m gonna bust my ass first thing in the morning for those tickets<3

#the album is so sunny and nostalgic I love it #also she’s gonna be selling tickets at the box office so like. am I going to meet her #trying to be so normal about this #maggie rogers #alex yaps

[hidtired]

A Single Punch

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

The smallest action in a single moment can change everything.

Description: The line up ends with 3 supposed dead members of the group. Sometimes you have to know when to play dead. Even when all else goes to hell.

1.6k words

Warnings (much angst, injury, character death(s), very depressing, typical walking dead shenanigans)[happy ending… eventually]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Your POV

You would have gone after Daryl when he rushed out of Alexandria on a revenge mission. If not for the terrible rattle in your lungs. Every breath you took was heard. Sharp and painful. Denise the poor soul told you it sounded like walking pneumonia. Not necessarily deadly but hard to fix with limited resources.

So here you are sitting in your bathroom on the floor with the shower as hot as it could get to open your lungs. Trying desperately not to think about Daryl being reckless and doing only god knew what. A light knocking on the door shaking you from your thoughts.

“Come in.”

The door opened hastily releasing most of the steam out the door. Rick walking in past you to turn the shower off. Rick looked down at you offering a hand up. “We are heading off to hilltop. Something is wrong with Maggie and the baby. I would like for you to get checked out by the doctor there to.” Slowly getting up nodding your head. No use arguing with him when he was probably right.

While walking to the RV you looked to Rick calmly, “Thank you Rick, for being my family.” Rick looked to you with a raised brow and smirk. ‘Your loopy from sickness and meds he thought.’ He helped you in the RV to the back with a struggling Maggie. Maggie took notice on your tired state with pale skin as you did her. Rick putting a hand to Maggie’s shoulder,

“We are leaving in a minute, everything is going to be ok.”

The ride was going smoothly until the RV stopped. You exchanged a glance with Maggie, “Let’s hope we aren’t dead in the water like with Dales RV, really don’t feel like walking.” This made Maggie smile a little thinking about Dale all that time ago. Successfully distracting her for a moment.

This smooth ride turned to a nightmare with saviors popping up over and over again. Leading to you having to walk in the beginning of dusk. Maggie being carried. The whistling stirred your already hard breathing. The headlights causing your head to spin and struggle with balance. You felt like death. You felt warm and cold- a fever you thought. You were dazed but still had the right wits about you to know you were in danger. You felt a tapping on your leg, looking to see Carl on his knees. Catching the hint you followed suit. You couldn’t be bothered and sat on the back of your legs.

“Y/n…”

That what caught you out of your stupor. His voice. Daryl’s voice. You look up to see him. Pale and cover in his own blood. Tears now rimmed at your eyes. The RV door opened to reveal a man with a bat. “Pissing are pants yet?” You looked back to Daryl staring at him from across the line of your family. The slight sound of the whistle of your breathe could be heard. You were hazy struggling to comprehend the conversation going on. The man Negan you think, was walking and had stop in front of you yapping on and on about something like “was I dying of the plague” and “look like shit my dear.” He waved his hand in front of me.

“She doesn’t have a clue what’s going on does she.” Negan huffed.

Negan was walking between everyone reciting Eenie, Meenie Miny, Moe. ‘He was choosing which one of you to kill.’ You thought. He stopped in front of Abraham. Your breathing was turning faster from fear, there for making it harder for you to breath. “If any body moves-“ your ears are ringing. The first crunch of the bat to his head made you gasp then cough.

“Suck my nuts.”

Your ears ring in your brain watching blow after blow to Abraham. Negan flinging his blood in every direction. Your breathing hard, tears burning in your eyes. You reach a hand to curl to the back of your head. The other hand curling into a ball at your chest. Your clucking the hair so hard in your grip you might pull a chunk. You simply couldn’t inhale.

Negan turns to Rick then brought his eyes to you. “Well shit, looks like are little plague here bout dead.” Daryl watch’s as you try and take a breathe in, tears streaming down his face. You look worse than you did this morning. “I’m a merciful man!” Negan proclaimed, sauntering over to you. “Let me help sweetheart…” You just begin to look up at him catching a glimpse of the bat swing down to you. A crushing pain radiates through you head as you come crashing to the floor. But not just your head but hand as well.

“NOOO!” Daryl speeding toward Negan rocking him with a punch. Daryl getting easily pinned. He sobbed looking at your still body.

You were in pain and frozen like a deer in head lights. Your vision blur and the feeling of blood flowing from somewhere. The hit knocked some air into you and you tried you best to calm it. It was sallow but there. Your vision started to tunnel, blackness taking you into unconsciousness hearing sounds of the sobs of your family.

Daryl POV

In a single moment you were gone. They drag me back to my spot in line but I could only look to her still body. What was the last thing she had even said to me. This asshole killed you and he was blabbing on. He stepped out of line and was going to be joining you, he accepted that. The burning hate looking into Negans eyes. Negan only smiled, “That little plague was yours huh.” He chuckled to himself. “You should be thanking me, poor thing was dying, it was a mercy kill.” He back up a little.

“I don’t know what kind of lying asshole you’ve been dealing with but, I did say you only get one! No expectations.”

Daryl clenched his teeth, he expected his fate and accepted at least your body’s were to be buried together. “Welp, back to it!” But Negan pivoted and hit… Glenn. Sinking he felt like he was sinking. His mouth wide with shock. Glenn started stammering, Negan taunting him. “M-Maggie I’ll f-find you.” Negan winding up to hit him again. Daryl listened to Maggie’s pleas just like how his were he assumed. Hit after hit felt deeper like they should have been the one to be on him. Silents for a moment with Negan catching his breathe from exertion. This didn’t feel real. He had to be dreaming.

“Load him up.” He was being dragged away. He had little fight left in him but he fought against it. Hearing the people around him plea. He looked on to where you lay. His world, was gone and yet he still walked among it. His action then got someone’s else’s world killed. Guilt ate at him. Doors slammed in front of his face back to the darkness he once came, but now pieces missing inside him.

Rick POV

It was silent after the saviors left. Sun rising. Everyone trying to comprehend everything. Rick thought when he was being dragged to the RV with Negan that he was next. His anger at the time was now just fear. It was Maggie first to move toward her dead husband. They all scrambled to help her. She sobbed and still despite it all was still in need of a doctor.

Rick kneel next to her above Glenn. “Let us help please, he was are family to.” She agreed and stumbled into a hug with Carl. Rick looking down toward Glenn, his savior, this man was the reason he was alive and found his family. Rick gasped at the thought, ‘Thank you Rick, for being my family.’ He looked back to you, your body less maimed than the rest. You were here because Rick made you go. Hilltop, Maggie. He turned back to Maggie, “We still need to get you to Hilltop.” he looked to her with a little resolve.

Maggie clearly distraught, “I’ll get there myself, you were out here for me. I can’t let anything else happen. I just can’t.” Before he could even begin to disagree, Sasha spoke up. “I’ll take her. You need to get back to Alexandria.” Maggie agreed adding, “Y-you need to figure out to take them out.” Rick looked at her slowly shaking his head. “They have Daryl.” Rick said, and at mention of Daryl’s name the turned to your body.

Rick bit his lips trying to not break. Everyone started to move to put the bodys in the back of the truck that Sasha and Maggie were taking to Hilltop. Your body being the last, Aaron picking you up in one swoop as everyone help to lay you down into the bed of the truck between Glenn and Abraham. More tears were shed.

Before splitting into different cars, Rick goes to Maggie hugging her before she gets in the passenger seat. The rest follow to say there goodbyes for now and hope for the baby to be well.

Looking into the side mirror he look back to seeing puddles of blood and a walker kneeling down to it. Looking forward to not break from the sight and think about those he lost he make eye contact with Michonne. Then he started to drive.

??? POV

Sasha was driving to Hilltop periodically looking towards Maggie. Her mission. Maggie had tears from pain a lost going down her face. The silence was cut with a slap to the back window of the truck. A bloody hand smearing down the glass. The girls turn to each other. You must have turned, head not completely crushed like the others. Maggie sniffled, “Pull over, I don’t want her eating them.”

They both circled the back to put you down. Hearing the grumbling noise coming from you. The tailgate fell with a loud bang. Sasha climbing up knife in hand. When they heard it.

“I can’t, please it hurts.” Slurred and rough. You were alive.

Part 2

Feedback welcomed and requests open! Also little disclaimer I’m really dyslexic so any help with grammar or spelling would be great!

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl imagines #daryl x female reader #daryl dixon #daryl fanfiction #twd daryl #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #norman reedus #rick grimes #angst #happy ending

[ribcageeater]

You should tell me about your clef interpretation please 👁️

Maggie in my inbox! Hello friend!

Okay okay okay, sorry if this is a bit disorganized I love talking

My Clef is like a wild animal to me, you can probably find him snuffling around site 13 sometimes. He likes tastes too, it doesn't really matter if it's good or bad he just likes the textures, he especially likes spicy food because of the burny feeling, he drinks hot sauce and eats lemons.

Clef can sleep just about anywhere but he prefers under desks and other small dark spaces because he is a walking space heater and will heat smaller closets in like 30 minutes with his body heat.

Here's my design! The turquoise spots are birthmarks(?) He gave himself using reality bending when he was a little kid because he thought it looked cool

Anyone can ask me as many questions as you want! I love yapping

#art #digital art #scp #scp fandom #scp foundation #dr clef

[starry-hughes]

anytime a new nurse or someone comes in, he makes it a point to tell them.

anyone new that walks into the room he just yells it at them

he wouldn’t yell, he just makes sure they know. after the nurse introduces themselves, he’s yapping. “she’s allergic to-”

“penicillin right? the nurses at the station were saying you’re very adamant on letting us all know.” jack flushes red and maggie laughs. “see jack they know how to do their job.”

“i’m just making sure-”

“and it’s so sweet you care so much, but they know what they are doing.”

#maggie and jack

[woolmasterleel]

Some doodles from yesterday (❁´◡`❁)

Since I have to yap about every little thing I draw, I'm hiding it here <3

I threw on one of my playlists and made myself do quick doodles per song.. I only did five but it was fun challenging myself to just get stuff down and not worry so much about it.. ANyway elephant in the room: Love Story of course.

I'm joking but. But I gave her white lilies... not her wedding flowers but Mirror's funeral flowers. I think it's fun

Speaking of him. Mirror has different outfits for every arc and I want to draw all of them.. This one is his Empire of Hiedero Arc, maybe??? I considered Rapid Corpus but I think he's only expose his shoulders around Rukka since he's more relaxed then

Yaldy in Jose's outfit because I think it's so cute

Adam was fun to doodle again, I really like his design I just never draw him. He looks pissed the hell off (●'◡'●)

And as always I'm late to art meme trends, but I've wanted an excuse to draw Maggies and Yaldy together so I scribbled them out (my gijinkas since. I think regular Yaldy is far larger than egg Magolor so. You wouldn't see him at all). Those two seem so wildly different but are more alike than I thought.. evil controlling god wannabes are my favourite genre o(*°▽°*)o

They would kill each other though for sure

#oc #original character #Persona 5 Royal #gijinka #doodles #my art #leel's art #Magolor gijinka #P5 Yaldabaoth #P5R Adam Kadmon #Indomitable Vows #Indomitable Vows Love Story #Indomitable Vows Mirror Kagami #Love Story #Mirror Kagami #I know I can post these separately to each respective sideblog but I'm lazy

[missamyrisa2]

A Holiday Tickle

one of my most favorite things I've written ~! I would just reblog it from my old Tumblr but since that has been flagged into near dust I'm posting a fresh copy, with a few added teases ❤️

    A lively fire burned on the hearth, nestled under a lovely mantle adorned with a little Christmas village, a fluffy band of garland, and two stockings. Off to one side was a beautiful big chair with golden edges and red cushions, positioned just right to have the perfect aura of warmth from the fireplace. Maggie sat with endless contentment on this chair, her absolute favorite in the house.  In one hand, her red acrylic nails grasped the stem of a wine glass, half-full with the deep red liquid. Taking a sniff and allowing the chocolate-y nose to waft in her nostrils, she proceeded to finish the glass in two large gulps.

Carefully placing the wine glass on the nearby end table and refilling it to the top, Maggie scooted against the tall back of the chair, fixing the red stocking cap which sat atop her long raven-black hair. The bold red was a perfect color match to her sleeveless top, which was scooped to show a bit of her ample cleavage, and was accented with a shiny black belt around her waist. The wide black belt hugging her luxurious curves, decorated with a big silver-tone buckle, was in turn, a match to her plain black skirt, which stopped just above the knees of her pleasingly plump legs. But neither color matched the guy sitting on her lap, who squirmed in anticipation as she refilled her glass.

He wore nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts over his tall, slender form. His arms were bound in front of him with a string of Christmas lights, from his wrists to his elbows. Atop his head of long beautiful light brown hair was a black headband, which had reindeer antlers sprouting from either side. He might have protested such an accessory, has mouth not been covered with a red silk scarf, elegantly tied in a bow over his lips. Maggie had her right arm slung around his back, her fingers holding his side tight as she took another drink from her glass before setting it on the table, turning her hazel eyes to his ice blues. Humming a melody softly, she then began singing Sleigh Ride in a lovely soprano.

"Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing Ring ting tickling too! Come on, it's lovely weather For a goochie-goo together with you!"

Gradually gaining speed with her words, she began gently squeezing his side with her nails, her left hand now gracefully stroking and poking his belly button as she continued the next verse. He mumbled an "mmpph!" through his gag.

"Outside the snow is falling And my fingers are calling 'tickly tooooo' Come on, it's lovely weather For a goochie-goo together with you!"

He flopped in her grip, breaking out in muffled giggles as she delighted in touching every square millimeter of his soft and smooth tummy. His defiance and resistance through the gag to her tickles only further emboldened her touchy teasing. As she continued, she began bumping her legs up and down in time with her song.

"Giddy-yap giddy-yap giddy-yap Let's gooooooo Let's look at those knees You're riding on a wonderland of glee"

Maggie moved her left hand down to squeeze his hairless legs just above the knees, chuckling as he kicked in protest against the side of the chair. Her right hand moved down slightly, grasping and tickling at his side and hip at the same time. He blushed as he noticed her gaze trailing down to the bulge growing in his underwear, and caught him as he was trying to reach for it. Shifting her hands, she moved her right hand up, and snatched his arms by the green cord binding them.

"Giddy-yap giddy-yap giddy-yap it's grand Just holding your hands I'm gliding along with this song Of wintry tickly land!"

As one hand held his arms up, the other freely explored his tender underarms, nails gliding along the pristine skin and fluttering about. His laughter seeped through the scarf, body bucking against her lap. She eventually slowed, released his bound appendages, and reached over at the table. Continuing her tune, Maggie dipped a blusher brush in a container of pink powder, and began merrily applying it to his cheeks with a big smile. He struggled on her lap, squealing as she put the scented makeup on his cheeks.

"Your cheeks are nice and rosy And comfy cozy are we We're snuggled up together like a boy And girl with a feather would be"

Exchanging the supple brush for a long fluffy white feather, Maggie again held her toy tight as she drew long strokes over his chest with her tool. He squirmed, rolling back and forth on her lap, trying to avoid the soft instrument. His tummy twitched madly as that supple tip probed for tickle spots stroking about and dipping into his bouncy navel.

"Let's take the road before us And sing a chorus or two Come on, it's lovely weather For a goochie-goo together with you"

When she began running the feather over his neck, he rolled hard against her, then squealed as the cold metal of her oversized belt buckle touched his abdomen. Maggie laughed and held him tight against it with one hand by the small of his back, the other briskly running its fingertips up and down his side. His muffled laughs grew louder, body thrashing around like a wild fish. His tush was given playful pinches and spanks as she made him flop endlessly. She then let him roll back as she gently rubbed his nape, her other hand trailing down his chest and midsection.

"There's a tickle party at the home of lovely… me! It'll be the perfect ending of a perfect day I'll be singing the songs I love to sing without a single stop At the fireplace while I watch your boners pop Pop! Pop! Pop!"

She sang, her index finger’s nail tip lightly rubbing the peak of his swell. He moaned softly at her touch, wanting to roll but lying perfectly still as she kept him on the edge. He wanted her touch so badly, wanted to press to her curvy chest and just wanted her so badly now he took every tease she gave. Drawing a finger back and forth along the waistband of his underwear and rubbing his back, she leaned in close to sing the next verse.

"There's a happy feeling nothing in the world can buy When you pass out on my lap and there you'll lie It'll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives…"

Maggie suddenly shifted her grip and attacked his sides and belly, wildly spidering her nails all over his sensitive skin. Each tickly tickly nail tip setting off spastic explosions on his tum. She could barely contain her laughs through her song, utterly delighted at how he giggle gasped so desperately. Her fingers slid down to roll thumbs on his hips and glide into the dips making his hardness bounce for her amusement.

"These tickly things are the things We remember all through our lives These tickly things are the things We remember all through our liiiiiiiiives"

As she kept him squirming and laughing loudly with one hand, she retrieved the blush brush with the other and began moved it towards his cheeks again, but then diverted with a smirk and began dusting his nipples. They quickly became as pink as his cheeks as they were doused with the soft powder.

"Your nips are nice and rosy And comfy cozy are we We're snuggled up together like a boy And girl with a feather would be"

Maggie reveled in his reaction, his body writhing as he giggled and arched his hips upward, the hardness between his legs reaching maximum capacity. She grinned and tossed the brush back on the table, picked up a bottle of lotion, squirted a generous helping into one palm and began rubbing her hands together right in front of his face, flashing a devilishly horny grin. He threw his head back and moaned as she slipped one hand under his boxers and immediately seized his stiff member. The lubrication on her soft hands tickled and teased and aroused in an enveloping cocoon, shocking his system through the tickles but slow enough to keep him from immediately losing control. While her other hand alternated between swiftly rubbing a nipple and grabbing his side, she softly sang the last verse as a contrast to his dramatic sounds and bucks.

"Let's take the road before us And sing a chorus or two Come on, it's lovely weather For a goochie-goo together with you."

She pumped methodically, her soft hands gliding up and down squeezing knowingly at the base and working up to his tip to stroke the underside with rapid tickles before going back down. He quivered, alternating moans and laughs through his gag as she continued to graze her nails on his midsection with spidery tickles. Her technique was finely honed and worked his body like an instrument designed to accompany her song.

"Lovely weather For a goochie-goo together with you…"

She repeated once more, her singing now fading into a gentle hum of the melody. Feeling the imminence of his release, she changed her method, starting with a pump at the base of the shaft, then rubbing the foreskin and tip between her thumb and index finger as she reached the top. Her tickles never relented though, wiggling her shiny red nails over his belly, along his waist and hips, and ever-attacking his sides before circling his nipples with taps on the tips.

After just a few of these maneuvers, he cried out, thrusting on her lap. Maggie smiled wide, casually pulling a few tissues from the table. Catching his milky discharge with the tissues, she continued humming, lovingly giving his stiffness a final slow pump. She milked him mercilessly, flashing a knowing smile he knew she meant to make sure she got it all out. He fell limp on her lap as she cleaned up the excess, pulling down his undies and tossing them aside. Maggie untied his gag and guided his head against her bosom. She held him gently against her curves. Her free hand gently massaging his thin form with sensual deliberate tickles up and down his side and back, as her melodious sounds grew softer and softer. He thrashed and squeaked but soon quieted, his breaths on her chest slowing~

At least, until she reached for mr wand and began humming up her rendition of Carol of the Bells~

[canonically47]

I’m so glad someone else has the same opinions about Disventure camp rn, I want to like it and be invested SO badly bc its insanely impressive for what it is, but they just.. keep fucking up all the characters so badly. They introduce interesting ideas or dynamics that are immediately dropped, and some of the characterization makes no sense to me (that is NOT Tom and Ellie wtf !!), and ofc they have to keep ruining every single romantic relationship for some reason?? I don’t really care about any of them outside of maybe 2, but the fact that they keep doing it just pisses me off. Jaiden was a rocky road until the LAST episode of s2, Connor and Riya seems to be over for good, Huntessally and especially just Hunter and Ally was a huge mess, Tomjake is. Tomjake. Trevek has a weird love triangle plot, and they’re clearly going to ruin Gabellie next bc Ellie is almost cartoonishly evil this season. (Not counting Will and Ashley or Kai and Maggy bc they have like 1 minute of screen time)

And the other relationships aren’t safe either!! Fiore and Alec barely got focus and now she’s gone, Miriam only talked to Tom like one time and didn’t talk much with Jake either, they seemed to forget about Gabby and Tom being friends until like episode 5, Ally and Connor never interacted, etc. Tom and Aiden are rlly the only friendship that’s getting a lot of focus, and I have mixed feelings on them bc they’re fun together but I wanted to see Aiden on his own a bit after Lake and James were eliminated. Now he’s just Tom’s friend instead. Same with Tess having at least half of her screen time being about Hunter and Ally even though she’s only talked to both of them once each outside of episode 1. These characters could be so interesting if you stopped sticking them to other people!!

I know we’re only like a third ish of the way through the season so I feel a bit bad for ranting so much, but seeing how it turned out previously I have doubts that they can turn it around. Which sucks bc when it’s good it’s GOOD!! I loved episode 6!! But they keep making such annoying choices for all of the characters that it’s hard to stay interested. At this point I’m rlly only invested in seeing Gretts arc and how the villain alliance will turn out. Sorry for yapping so much I had a lot to say LMAO

i am 100% with you on all of this! you worded this perfectly! i want to be invested, i just can’t because they fuck everything up. alec and fiore pissed me off so much! they villainize ellie too much! we got trevek confirmation and it’s just bitter, no sign of sweet! everything sucks!!!

they took everything good about every season and ruined it in said seasons. oh you like the polycule? yeah theyre not actually a polycule and they fucking suck. oh you like alec and fiore? fiore will betray alec and will never give him reasoning why. oh you like tomjake? LMFAOAOAOAOAOAO

like!!! come onnn give me some meat not just a bone to chew on!!!!!!!

i am very much interested in grett’s arc rn as well, i hope they don’t ruin her and they give yul the ending he deserves (a bad one)

#asks #my asks #don’t apologize btw i agree with all of this #disventure camp #disventure camp spoilers #disventure camp all stars #dcas #campamento desventura #odd nation cartoons

[princessbrunette]

im here after a lonngggg shift of watching your notifs come up (it was killing me) and maggie!!??:!?? im in love… i need her immediately

-🐙

omg …… everything someone tells me they have their notifs on for me i feel so bad because i am literally princess of yapsville. gold in the yapping olympics. president yap. ilyyy

#🐙 anon #chatting ૮₍ • ˕ - ₎ა♡₊˚

[randomfoggytiger]

"Regardless of His Actions Last Night"

(Fictober, Day 2)

Queequeg may have been an undisciplined little puffball allergic to six different brands of dog food, an indoor voice, and the realization of the near fatal consequences of his choice to chase after an alligator, but a disagreeable traveling companion (Scully asserted) he was not. 

Her mother managed him more during the last two years than she did-- not that Scully was thrilled with her own negligence, but the demands of the job kept her hopping from car to plane and coast to coast-- and had happily lugged Queequeg around with her wherever she went (empty-nester and solitary widow that she was.) As such, he was quite the seasoned traveler; and Maggie boasted about him so often that her daughter decided to bring him along on a much-needed vacation.  

So, one fine morning-- wind whipping through his fur as he tried to stretch his head further above the convertible door-- Queequeg found himself cruising shotgun along the highway, alive and dangerous and as eager for trouble as Scully was to escape it. 

*****

Scully could barely hear Mulder’s impish finger-wagging over the phone while Queequeg growled and barked and lunged ineffectually in his seat at a random cat lounging, unbothered, by the gas station entrance. 

“Queequeg, no-- no, he hasn’t, Mulder; and he won’t. He’s a good dog. Queequeg! Stop that.” 

Mulder made sure to caveat his very important statistic on vehicular decapitation with a cheeky footnote: "But I don't know if the data applies to two-foot cannibals, Scully. And if my guess is correct, it’s because those statisticians were clever enough to leave their yappers at home.”  

“I think you got the height of the yappers mixed up, Mulder.” And she hit the end button, hypothesizing that Queequeg was likely just hungry. “Lunch,” she muttered, glad that there was no one else around to be bothered until she’d paid and left. 

*****

Queequeg almost broke from Scully's grasp, yanking the full length of the leash in his attempts to run across the parking lot. His earlier disgruntled yaps shifted to lapdog spit-snarls; and he completely ignored her commands until one of the inconspicuous cars pulled out and away, a girl and her doll staring back blankly from their window. He calmed then, victorious; and followed Scully placidly to the door. 

Where they found chaos. 

While Scully attempted to sort the mayhem of injured, moaning customers and the arriving, superstitiously inclined cops, Queequeg licked the blood dripping off the hand of the most unfortunate victim a little too eagerly.

***** 

At the police station, Scully split her attention in half: disproving Mulder’s assumptions of her assumptions (and deflecting his overblown proposal) while simultaneously keeping her eye on Queequeg. Contented after chowing down his premium soggy lunch and bored from satisfying all his curiosities around the office, he clicked his little nails over to a pile of coats someone left for him and plunked eagerly down for an afternoon nap. She watched longingly as the little dog relaxed, not a care in the world as he stretched and shifted.

A bath. That would hit the spot. A long one. 

Hopefully Queequeg wouldn’t find something dirty and inconvenient to stick his nose into before the weekend was over. 

*****

The next morning, Scully had to leave him moaning and wailing outside the crime scene with a buoyantly even-keeled police officer. By the time her and Jack Bonsaint’s theories were interrupted by Mulder’s opportune phone call, Queequeg's howls had shifted from woefully complaining to bitterly angry. 

“I’m not going to feel sorry for him, Scully. He ate my Christmas hat.” 

“Might I remind you,” she replied, shoving one hand up to cover her other ear, “that you left it on the floor with your running clothes after I’d warned you he likes to sniff out and chew dirty socks?” 

The argument, they both knew, was unproductive: Mulder only clung to this particular grievance because the Lone Gunman still made snide remarks about him ‘tossing aside the gift of friendship’ every time they met up (especially Frohike, who had taken one look at the pin-striped monstrosity he'd called “a runner’s cap” and knew Mulder would like it. He had.) 

“Yeah? What about that new silk pajama set he tore into?” 

“I don’t know--” there was a short pause as Scully walked back outside and hunched down, “--ask him.” 

Queequeg bellowed full force into the phone. 

Mulder got the message. 

*****

The rest of the investigation was a repeat of their normal cohabitation-- Scully was roped into work and Queequeg was forced to stay behind with a third party. Mulder, of course, did not lose sight of that fact on their last call, teasing her about being a woman of routine.

He stopped the ribbing, however, when she didn't respond to his other banter. “Scully? You there?”

She shook her head, trying to catch the thread of their conversation. “Yeah, yeah I heard you.” 

“Is there something wrong?”

After a moment of deliberation, Scully stepped out of the squad car and closed the door behind her. “It’s just… is it fair to him, Mulder?”

“...Fair to who?” 

“To Queequeg. I mean, I’ve owned him for nearly two years now, but I don’t really own him, do I? Mom cares for him while I'm out of town, and I only really see him between cases--”

“He tagged along with us that one time. And he seems to be eating up your trip.” 

“--But is it fair? After Christmas….” 

More silence settled-- weighty and somber-- while they both carefully readjusted to the turn of the conversation. 

“After Christmas, I was going to make changes in my life. I had made them. But even after--” Scully pivoted away from that consuming memory, “-- after Emily... I never considered keeping those changes for Queequeg's sake. Was that fair of me?” 

Jack Bonsaint knocked considerately on the windshield. “Agent Scully? Any leads?” 

***** 

Oblivious to the horror show unfolding across town, Queequeg tore away the plastic from a complimentary bar of soap and sank his teeth into the old lady smell of dime store lavender. He then decorated his triumph all over the floor. 

***** 

“Well-behaved” had turned into “good as new” had turned into “we’ll handle it”; and Scully’s weekend closed amicably, both professionally and financially. At least Jack and the force were pitching in to cop the damages.

She’d buy him a poster, she decided, securing her rascally co-pilot into place before striding to the driver’s side door. 

And she’d at least gotten her bath. 

But she’d never tell Mulder about what happened to her new tourist shirt.

*****

Dedicated to @welsharcher's curiosity about Mulder's strange... hat (here) in "Christmas Carol" and @agent-troi's generously donated prompt ("Queequeg tags along on cases and gets into mischief") that @perpetually-weirdening seconded.

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023 and @fictober-event

**Note**: If the Tales of Queequeg becomes a series, I will call them The Remains of the Remains of the Day. That is all.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

#txf #fic #Fictober #2023 #Day 2 #“Regardless of His Actions Last Night” #Chinga #AU #Scully takes her little monster on vacay #and he has a whale of a time #mine #x-files #xfiles #the x files #xf fanfic #Queequeg #Scully #Mulder #Jack Bonsaint

[leagueofdccm]

STARTER CALL FROM MAGGIE || @wiredcapability

" Do you ever shut the hell up ? " Maggie hisses through clenched teeth, emerald-colored eyes narrowed and her fingers dangerously itching to snatch her dagger, and finish what Rick couldn't. " ---Feels like GOD is laughing down at me for putting you here with me. " The last thing Maggie had expected, was to return home and see Negan out of his cell living among her people. It felt like a slap to the face. Carol warned Maggie about it and said he helped defeat the Whisperers. ( as if she fucking cared. )

Now she had to deal with his yapping mouth, his stupid face, that signature grin of his that made her want to rip his lips off. He just aggravated the living hell outta her ! " Just cause they let you outta your cell don't mean I have to be happy 'bout it. I'm not. In fact, If I had it my way, you'd be dead ! Do to you what you did to Glenn. "

#wiredcapability #( SOBBING im sorry she's so MAD XD !!! ) #( look at these two !! aren't they adorable LMAO ) #della's queue

[docholligay]

Books read 2023

~ = denotes reread

 * = denotes A Big Rec of The Year (Nothing I reread was allowed a Rec note. If I’m rereading it, I probably think it’s pretty good)

#–denotes Follower Pitch

^–Denotes Commissioned Read

♪–denotes Pitchless Draw

&-- denotes Holligay Book Club Pick

 Rogues edited by G.R.R. Martin and Gardner Dozois

Food of a Younger Land by Mark Kurlansky*

Mary Poppins by P.L. Travers~

Curry: A Tale of Cooks and Conquerors by Lizzie Collingham*

Montana Women From The Ground Up: Passionate Voices in Agriculture by Kristine Ellis

The Neverending Story by Michael Ende#

Sir Hereward and Mister Fitz by Garth Nix

To Paradise by Hanya Yanagihara^*

Fortune Smiles by Adam Johnson

Frog Music by Emma Donoghue#

Salt: A World History by Mark Kurlanksy~

House of the Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne~&

The Lions of Al-Rassan by Guy Gavriel Kay ♪

Piranesi by Susanna Clarke*

Four Treasures of the Sky by Jenny Tinghui Zhang#

Provenance: How a Con Man and A Forger Rewrote the History of Modern Art by Laney Salisbury and Aly Sujo

David and Goliath by Malcolm Gladwell

Kill Creek by Scott Thomas~

Ten Restaurants that Changed America by Paul Freedman

Great Circle by Maggie Shipstead#* 

The Billionaire’s Vinegar: The Mystery of the World’s Most Expensive Bottle of Wine by Benjamin Wallace

Lone Women by Victor Lavalle (A sister holligay forceread)

The Mist in the Mirror by Susan Hill

The Iron Tracks by Aharon Appelfeld~ 

Record of a Spaceborn Few by Becky Chambers ♪

The Power of The Dog by Thomas Savage

The Faceless Old Woman That Secretly Lives in Your Home by Joseph Fink #

Bedknob and Broomstick by Mary Norton

Never Have I Ever by Isabel Yap

Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield#

Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng^

Close Range by Annie Proulx

Watership Down by Richard Adams&~ 

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier^ 

She Who Became The Sun by Shelley Parker-Tran^

Piranesi by Susanna Clarke~*&

Great Circle by Maggie Shipstead~*#

Snake Ropes by Jess Richards^

Les MIserables by Victor Hugo~

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On deck:

#doc reads

[butlersxbirdy]

Finished the movie & first thoughts - Elizabeth Taylor is GORGEOUS and I did enjoy the movie, this with Elvis Presley mixed in, is about to be 1000x better! The little twist with Maggie being in love with Big Daddy Elvis I am ready for it all. She remains untouched and I’m gonna need Big Daddy to satisfy the cravings she doesn’t even know she’s craving. To fill his own Graceland with children grown from her womb. Don’t know much about history or how acceptable it would have been in the 70’s but Maggie deserve that husband of yours and marry your father in love please. And the ending if you follow it - when she announces the pregnancy (if its truth) the child in her womb needs to be Elvis’ or planned to be Elvis’. I am now waiting for the “I don’t mind making myself a fool for you” scene and hoping it occurs with Big Daddy instead. You have the potential to break my heart but you can also choose to soothe it so please be kind. x

Excited to see your take on things, already enjoyed seeing the little things you have made different and the ones you have kept the same. She seems to love Brick but not be IN love. And what’s gonna be the story on Skipper 👀 Also I hated Sister Woman she was yapping the entire time and so annoying lord get her and those kids outta here! Lol

I think you're going to be pleasantly surprised, without spoiling anything!

I am so glad you loved the movie, let me know if you still think a cast list and description post on the series masterlist would be helpful for others, I realized I assumed everyone had seen this film or read the play... oops!

Thank you so much for this ask though, the fact that people care this much is... wow💜 dream come true💜

#blue banisters #big daddy elvis × maggie the cat

[ladykailolu]

Imagine Johnny meeting the tiny little dragon babies while they're still little.

Gyro's all nervous cause he doesn't want Johnny to be ashamed of him

Meanwhile, Johnny's just having cuteness overload

Cue little Paxe who's the biggest (though that's not saying much) yapping at Johnny somewhat defensively.

Meanwhile, tiny Maggie just cuddles up to Johnny, like the sweet little bean she is.

Meanwhile, tiny Sadie Mae is sleeping in a corner.

I'm imagining Johnny tryna pet her or something but Gyro's like

"No no no! Sadie Mae bi- But it's too late and Sadie Mae already bit Johnny and is now hissing defensively.

Juju's like, "Yeah, I found her all alone, she'd kind of feral I suppose"

What do you think?

Cute!!!!!! 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

And honestly? Quite fitting. Paxe isn't afraid of Johnny, but his presence threatens her peace. He's an invader and she'll chase him away, especially if he gets too close to her Papà because how dare he! So, Paxe would growl and hiss and bark(?) at Johnny, and if that doesn't work, she'll charge and bump into him like Spyro lol

Yeah, Sadie-Mae would be more hostile and bite/scratch but that's because she's scared. She even tried to scratch Gyro but his scales were much tougher so he never even felt it.

But how would Sadie-Mae and Paxe react when they see Maggie approaching Johnny like nothing's wrong? She even curls up on his lap, and if dragon chicks could purr, she'd be doing so when he pets her neck. Kinda like how other cats approach a person if they see that person pet and be gentle with more social cats. Maybe these dragon chicks would warm up when they see Johnny handling Maggie with care.

And at night, the girls huddle underneath their Papà's wing. Sometimes they fight tho, usually started by Paxe nipping Maggie's tail then Sadie-Mae retaliating by biting Paxe's tail. And so on.

#dragon!au #gyjo #gyro zeppeli #johnny joestar #paxe amalia zeppeli #margaret 'maggie' nichole joestar-zeppeli #sadie-mae tinsley maddlin

[dementedfilament]

Maggie

With her stoic, green-haired roommate slouching beside her, Maggie eagerly watched each fluid motion of the dancers onstage. Particularly, her gaze was glued to the primadonna performing a beautiful rendition of Odette's dance.

She could feel the tingles in her legs, itching to imitate each move, to test her skill and endurance—to satisfy her fantasies of being the prima under the spotlight. Her body swayed with the ebb and flow of the instruments beneath. Oh, to spend even just a day in those toe shoes!

Then came the turns. Her breath hitched as the woman skillfully maneuvered through each one. Perfect form. Exquisite grace. She was truly worthy of such a position.

Her mental solo neared its finale, mirroring the dancer's own. However, as the woman performed the final few moves, she stumbled.

The dancers around her struggled to maintain character as she descended into a violent coughing. Soon enough, she pulled a white feather from her lips.

Maggie could have sworn she heard a quacking noise escape the woman's mouth. There was no time to process this, however, before a brilliant light blinded the audience.

Though the light left its viewers dizzy with confusion, one thing was for certain: in the ballerina's place was a small, panicking, white duck. It wildly flapped its wings and yapped in circles at anyone who seemed willing to listen. The others onstage traded uncertain glances before continuing the show to the best of their ability.

Meanwhile, the blonde in the audience was reaching for her phone. "You saw that, right?" she whispered.

"Yes I did," Ginger replied with a hint of disbelief.

After double-checking the flash, Maggie snapped a photo for her blog.

"Don't tell me…"

With glittering eyes, she locked onto the duck. "It looks like we have a new investigation on our hands!"

"Good grief."

#[ Familiar Faces Through the Storm ] #word spores #Ornament Writings #writers on tumblr #Christmas 2023 #Magdalene Holly #Maggie's Misadventures