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carriehobbs · 1 month

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OTP asks - 14, 17, 25, please! - 🥰 (~agentnatesewell)

Ty so much for asking!! You didn't mention which pairing, but since I mainly talk about Nate and Alina, I figured you meant for them

Questions from here. Sticking the answers under a readmore because it got a bit long!

14. How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

I think there's a kind of kindness and optimism that underpins both Nate and Alina's personalities in terms of how they interact with people and the world around them that really compliments each other. They both react to others first with kindness and compassion and they both have this shared curiosity for and love of the world around them (Nate's stemming from his love of humanity, and Alina's out of an innate desire to learn and understand everything. Her highest skill stat is science/technology and her second is people/psychology, so she's driven by a desire to learn and understand not just the world around her but the people in it). When it comes to their work with the Agency, they are very often on the same page. I think that, for Nate and Alina, they got to have this profound experience of meeting someone new and realizing that they see the world the same kind of way that you do (in terms of sharing ideals and values).

In terms of their clashing personalities, the most obvious one is that Alina loves science and technology and Nate is a technophobe, though this doesn't really cause conflict as much as it does gentle teasing.

Weirdly enough, I think the part of them that clashes the most (and certainly that causes the most tension in their relationship) is another similarity that they share. Despite the fact that both Nate and Alina are generally pretty easy to get along with, they both can be incredibly stubborn and they both have these "hot topics" that they just won't budge on (see: Nate and Adam fighting at the crime scene in Book 3 over whether or not to tell Addie’s parents information, or Nate and the detective’s argument in Book 3 over the detective’s involvement in the fight with the trappers). If they feel the same way about this "hot topic", then things work great (ex. both of them would want to reassure Addie's parents in Book 3), but if those "hot topics" contradict each other? Good luck lol (ex. their fight about the trappers in Book 3. Nate's "hot topic" is Alina's safety, whereas Alina's "hot topic" is people interfering with her doing her job. For Nate to be happy that Alina is safe, Alina has to be stopped from doing her job; for Alina to do her job, she has to be unsafe).

17. Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

This one’s a little tricker to answer than I expected, lol. Earlier in the relationship, I think it’s Nate, but later in the relationship, I think it’s more equal between them. Alina is really almost shy in the early days of her relationship with Nate (there’s a lot of worry about coming on too strong or Nate not really liking her as much as she likes him or him thinking she’s weird) and that doesn’t lend itself well to big, passionate gestures like that. As they both settle into their relationship, Alina gets more comfortable with initiating romantic gestures (from as chaste to hand-holding to as enthusiastic as a passionate kiss) and expressing her desires (especially her desire for him). By the end of Book 3, I think they're half-and-half on who initiates kisses (passionate or otherwise).

25. Do they have any hobbies they share?

Nate and Alina are both huge readers! Alina developed a love of reading when she was a lonely kid as a form of escapism (both emotionally and physically, as it would get her out of her house and into Wayhaven’s public library) and will read pretty much anything she can get her hands on, but she has kind of a soft spot for non-fiction. I like to think they have lots of comfy, casual reading dates in the Warehouse’s library where they’re all cuddled up together on a couch with a blanket across their laps and their books.

#oops this got long my bad 😬#answered #oc alina langford

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true-blue-sonic · 10 months

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98 89 82 and number five for the otp gameee

I'll do this one for Espilver! ^-^

98. Who is the more social one?

I think that is Silver, after adapting to a life in the past. Espio might know more about societal conventions and has been friends with Sonic and co for longer, but I can see him be the more withdrawn and quiet of the two. Silver meanwhile has a whole life of isolation to catch up on, so he'll be chatting with whichever person he likes! But Espio has no issue with joining them once in a while to chat a bit as well.

89. What is an inside joke they have?

I once wrote a story about Silver being obsessed with chameleon facts he read in a library book and trying to apply those to Espio, so I can see that be a joke of theirs! And in New Beginnings, he quickly becomes enamoured with doughnuts (with pink frosting and sprinkles), so the two of them might tease each other about that as well.

82. What do they love about each other the most?

What Espio loves about Silver is his devotion, the fact he never gives up and never backs down from doing what he deems right. Silver furthermore loves others with am almost frightening ferocity and desire to protect, and Espio knows that his beloved will do everything he can to keep them all safe. He's happy to lend a hand and be there for Silver the same way he wants Silver to be able to rely on him.

What Silver loves about Espio is how he might present himself as a bit gruff and distant, but he's seen first-hand just how caring and loving Espio can be underneath that; not only towards Silver himself, but also the Chaotix and all their friends. Also, if it hadn't been for Espio, Silver likely would not have adapted to the past in the way he did. He knows that he can count on Espio no matter the situation; a steady assurance he's never had in his life before.

Overall, I think Silver and Espio are perfect to help the other become better: Silver can urge Espio to come out of his shell a bit (since Espio can be withdrawn and somewhat smug at times), whereas Espio can teach Silver about the world of the past and what it is like to be loved and cared for.

5. How did their second date go?

I think that would heavily depend on their first date, whether or not they had their First KissTM there, etcetera. But at this point, both of them probably have realised that the feelings they have for each other are pretty solid and not bound to go away, so I can see them be a bit more flustered and awkward than with the first date. That is, assuming Espio's taken the time already to explain to Silver what exactly a date entails! If he has not, Silver will be just as chipper as with the first, and Espio is the nervous one between the two of them. But I figure they'll go do something low-key and fun together, like a nice walk on the beach or stargazing. So in that regard there truly is not much pressure on them, since they do those activities tons of times to begin with without it being a date. But I do not foresee any drama happening, unless of course Eggman attacks.

Honestly, Eggman would be the kind of person just crashing a date for funsies if he knows it's happening, because he's just like that. So perhaps their second date was an epic battle of life and death against a mad genius!

#silver the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #espilver #thanks for the ask!🍀

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bestcloudcomputingcompany · 2 years

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calamitys-child · 3 years

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Can I request 73. “Leaning into the others hand, turning their head and pressing a kiss to the palm” from the prompt list for a terror pairing of your choosing? I just really want some tender terror content rn

God anon, don't we all? Have a selection of 5 sentence snippets I'm tender. Also tipsy and out of fic writing practice so I hope some of these are good!

Silna/Goodsir:

Silna's lips part in silent surprise at the brush of his kiss against her palm, cushioned in the brush of curls encroaching ever further about his mouth. It's a gentle thing; so gentle she feels the smile, a shy and delicate curve of his lips, the laughter in his exhale. Circles frame his eyes, golden wire-frames and dark blue shadows, like lamplight against the sky. His tears are the best proof of life she has felt since finding these men; dead men, in dead ships. He presses his cheek closer to her palm, and she hopes he feels her heart.

Fitzjames/Crozier, genderqueer Fitzjames with he/him pronouns but feminine forms of address:

"Mrs Crozier," says Francis, and oh! what a sweet taste it is, honey to his tongue, a shape he never thought his mouth would form. A shape he never thought his face might, his whole body; the entirety of him, soft and barrel-stout, molds to the perfect silhouette of his bride. "Mrs Crozier, may I have you for a dance?"

There's a stray spot of darkness in the rouge upon his cheek, sees Francis, and he means only to brush it aside, to make sure that all the world sees his wife to be as beautiful as he is to Francis; but James captures his hand at once, smiling softly, and marking Francis's palm with the greasepaint of his lips.

"You may," he says low and deep with intent, eyes shining, "Francis, you may."

Ross/Crozier:

It's Ross who rescues him - how could it ever be anyone else? Ross, who has been with him through all but one of a lifetime's hardships; who sailed him to all the ends of the earth, and hauled him home from every one. Who laughed at him the day that blasted penguin went for his jewels, and kissed the afflicted area soundly whole once more that following night. Ross, now, who holds his lined and weathered face like it was something precious, thumbing blood and dirt aside and murmuring half remembered prayers. Francis lets himself fall forward into the embrace, and kisses every word he cannot say into the calloused skin of his friend's palm.

Peglar/Bridgens:

He thought, when leaving London for the first time, that his back would never adjust to shipboard berths. Since then his back has been torn raw by the leather strips hauling all their scant possessions, and slept every night upon rocks without a mattress. Still, John is not used to this, a gently swaying berth with Harry, pink-cheeked but healing, curled against his side.

"You think too loud," murmurs Harry, smiling as his lips brush off John's hand, halting his movements as he combs through Harry's hair. "Tell me a story, John."

#thank you!!!#the Terror #fitzier #otp the lending library #rossier #silna/goodsir

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sammydem0n64 · 3 years

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1, 2, 4, and 10! Cause I am...VERY CURIOUS SJDNJSNKSKS OH WAIT, and uhhhh 13 for any otp you want aknskskssksk

Gonna do a mix of both fandom and ocs cause I am sick in the head!

1. Who was your first ever OTP?

On technical terms, my first first ever OTP was probably something MLP related? It’s the first fandom I was technically in, even if I didn’t have social media at the time! I think my favorite pairing at the time was Rainbow Dash/Soren?? I think that’s his name, he’s the pale blue Pegasus with dark blue hair- I have no idea if y’know who I’m talking abt but yeah-

As for ocs... Y’know my oc No Head? Yeah so- so at the time of his creation I was super into Undertale, I also didn’t really... have a story thought out for him too much (well I did but it’s not as in depth and personal as it is now)

This is my long winded way of saying I shipped No Head x Omega Flowey.

2. What are your top 3 OTPS Rn?

Don’t have any fandom related ones? So my top three, right now, would have to beeeee

DracLocke, one I won’t outright say but you can guess (Manlet loving a milf... theorize away) and?? Probably Landon/Ozbornn (I HAVENT introduced either of them but Ozbornn is public on my TH :] !)

4. What OTP trope do you like the most and why?

I think my tops fav is the slowburn! Especially if it’s between two characters who have been pining for each other for a long time, finally getting together!

There’s just something about the end result, especially when mixed with other tropes like Childhood best friends to lovers or enemies to lovers!

10. What is a headcanon you have of them?

I’ll randomly pick, uh, Cookie run ships (it’s oc x canon but yeah-), Permafrost x Spinach!

Permafrost loves to try and lend a helping hand on Spinach’s farm, even if it can be... troublesome, given the fact he’s y’know, ice. He ends up freezing a lot of the crops by mistake, but Spinach is patience and understanding and always willing to help! It makes him all warm and fuzzy,.;.

Also... pretty girl doing farm work??? Showing off her muscles??? Yeah he’s having a heart attack-

13. Where do you think, if it wasn’t shown in canon, their first date would have been?

I’ll use Draclocke for this!!

I like to imagine they’ve “technically” gone on dates, pre relationship AND in the relationship! They just keep doing activities that many would assume to be romantic! Like exploring the vast hallways of Drac’s place, hanging out in the library, all that!

Their first official date would be something sweet, Locke dragging Drac away from his work to de-stress and explore town! Going to shops, getting something to eat, and to top it all off; getting caught in the rain. Cue them using one of their jackets as a makeshift umbrella! Just something sweet, who knows maybe they’ll even kiss! Scandalous!

#asks #long post

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janeyre · 4 years

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i could never look away: 2/2

otp: ten x rose

word count: 6229

summary: rose survived doomsday. this close call only brings her and the doctor closer together.

AO3

Rose awoke slowly the next morning. She felt… oddly, overwhelmingly content. Hazy as her brain was with sleep, she couldn’t put her finger on it at first.

The tightening of an arm around her waist reminded her.

Memories of last night, her and the Doctor walking through each other’s minds, confessing their love for each other, sharing a kiss… Rose couldn’t suppress the grin that stole across her face.

She rolled in the Doctor’s arms to face him, to find he was already awake.

“Good morning,” he said softly. He had the brightest, happiest look in his eyes Rose thought she’d ever seen.

“Good morning,” she returned just as softly.

“Sleep okay?”

“Mm, yeah, better than I have in awhile, actually.”

“I’m glad.”

They laid there for a moment, grinning and holding each other impossibly close, sharing in a feedback loop of happiness. Then, the Doctor leaned forward to snag a quick kiss.

“I think I could get used to this,” Rose said.

“Mmm, me too,” the Doctor agreed before kissing her again. She was ready this time, and returned the passion she felt from him.

Before he let it escalate too much though, he pulled away.

“There is, actually, something you could do to help me, uhm you know.” He tapped the side of his head. “Feel better.”

She playfully smacked his arm. “Why didn’t you tell me last night, you plonker!”

“It’s, well, it’s quite a big deal actually, and you don’t have to say yes. I just thought I might, you know, mention it.”

“Well, what is it?”

The Doctor squirmed -- laying down in bed didn’t lend very well to fidgeting. “Do you want to get ready and meet in the library in thirty minutes to have breakfast and talk about it?”

“Sure, Doctor. Library, thirty minutes.” She smiled. “Can I get a kiss before you go?”

“Always.”

He swooped in, kissing her deeply, and just as soon as he had started, it was over. The Doctor hopped up out of bed.

“See you in the library, then.”

“See ya.” Her tongue poked out from behind her cheek, a sight the Doctor drank in, before leaving the room.

Getting ready, Rose racked her brain trying to think of what it was that the Doctor would ask. She couldn’t think of anything so meaningful that he’d have them wait and have a big talk about it in the library. She’d already promised him her forever, after all.

All she knew was whatever it was, it wouldn’t just be a big deal to her, it was already a big deal to him. She hadn’t missed the way he’d gotten so nervous about it all of a sudden, when moments before he had been more relaxed than she’d maybe ever seen him. She just wished she knew what it was.

The Doctor made it to the library long before Rose did. He’d wasted hardly any time getting ready, merely donning his suit and fixing his hair again. The TARDIS had been kind enough to provide breakfast and tea for them, which he greatly appreciated. He wasn’t sure he was in any state to be fixing food with how anxious he was.

Thinking about what he was going to ask Rose…. He swallowed thickly. Now was as good a time as ever to suggest it, and he tried to tell himself that he would be totally fine if she rejected him.

Although, he didn’t think he had ever wanted something so bad. He just wished that Rose wanted the same thing with him.

Luckily, before he could get himself any more worked up, Rose walked into the library and joined him on the sofa.

She must have been able to tell he was on edge, because she said, “Whatever it is, I’m here for you, so don’t fret abou’ it, okay?”

He smiled as he turned to look at her. He loved her so much. “Thank you, Rose.” He kissed her forehead.

She picked up a tea-filled mug with one hand and grasped his right hand with the other.

“So, what is it you wanted to talk about, Doctor?”

He took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

“Well, my people, you might remember, were telepathic. Deep emotional connections were rare among Time Lords, but they did exist. When a connection existed like that between two people who,” he swallowed, “loved, each other, there was a practice of solidifying that connection between the two, of meeting the minds.”

Rose nodded slowly, her features rapt in attention.

“It’s called a bond. It’s a complete and unbreakable telepathic connection formed between two bondmates. Forming that connection is like melding your minds together, and it can never be undone. With it, you’re always connected to your partner. You’re aware of their thoughts and feelings at all times, though of course you can set up boundaries to keep some thoughts private. It’s like sharing your soul with someone. It halfs the weight of anything you carry with you, and doubles the joy of anything you feel. It’s the most intimate experience a telepathic being like myself can have.”

Rose couldn’t help her mouth from falling open slightly.

“An’... you want that with me?”

The Doctor felt his heart pounding in his chest. He nodded slowly. “It’s a lot to take in. You don’t have to say yes, or even make up your mind today. But once you do it, it can’t be undone. Breaking a bond is like ripping out a piece of your own mind which… is not pleasant.”

Rose studied him. He could see the gears turning behind her eyes as fast as they were able.

They sat in silence for a moment as she worked through what he had said.

“Penny for your thoughts? I want you to be honest with me, Rose.”

“So, when I…” she started carefully, “wither and die, your mind would be irreparably damaged?”

The Doctor was caught off-guard. “Why do you think you’d die before me?”

It was Rose’s turn to be caught off-guard.

“Human lifespan, remember? You’d get seventy years tops with me, and then spend the rest of your hundreds of years of life in pain. I don’t know that I could do that to you.”

“Oh!” His hearts were beating much faster now. “Another part of bonding is the bonding of your timelines -- because the pain of losing a bondmate is so great, their timelines are bound together so that neither has to live without the other.”

The weight of his words hung in the air.

“So I’d have more than seventy years to stay with you?”

The Doctor nodded cautiously. “It’s a lot to take in, and I don’t want to pressure you into anything. Living for as long as I do isn’t exactly --”

“You coulda lead with that!” she cried.

His head whipped around to look at her.

“Sorry?”

“You’re going on talking about how it’s irreversible and you’ll be in immense pain if it’s ever broken, but you fail to mention that it can’t be broken unless you choose to break it!” She paused, then said softly, “I could share your forever, Doctor.”

He scratched the back of his neck and turned away. He hoped his desperate want wasn’t as apparent as he feared it was.

“You could.”

Rose set her cup of tea down on the table, and took both his hands in hers, willing him to look at her. “I want that, too.”

The Doctor almost choked.

“You do?”

She scooted closer. “Of course I do. If being bonded is as good as you say it is, why wouldn’t I want that with you? Half the pain, twice the joy… ‘s as good as it gets.”

He just stared at her, wide-eyed and a little disbelieving. How could he be so lucky? Every dream he’d ever had was coming true in this very moment.

“I promised you I would never leave, and I want nothing more than to really, truly, never leave you.” She took his face in her hand. “I love you, Doctor. More than anything.”

He couldn’t help the sudden emotion that welled up in his throat. Try as he did to bite it back, a few tears leaked out of his eyes.

He leaned into her touch. “I love you too, Rose, so much.”

“Oh, Doctor. I know.”

They sat for a moment, looking at each other with a love stronger than anything either of them had ever known.

“So how do we bond? Can we do it now?”

The Doctor chuckled. “We can do it now if you’d like. But you have to be certain that this is what you want. Are you sure?”

“I already told you, I’m never leaving you. I want this, want to be as close to you and share as much with you as I can.”

He took a moment just to gaze at her, drinking in her features. The woman before him loved him, wanted to bond with him , like every wish he’d ever had being granted. He never wanted to forget the way she looked at him, the way the corners of her mouth curled up in a smile, how pink her cheeks were, how her hair delicately framed her face.

He pulled her close, kissing her softly, holding her like he’d never get to hold her again.

“Then we can bond right now,” he whispered against her lips.

The Doctor lifted his hands to her temples, and felt as Rose did the same. The immediate connection sparked with anticipation.

“Just do as I do.”

He entered her mind, and took in for a moment how comforting it was to be here. Like he belonged here.

And, he supposed, if they were bonding, he really did.

He felt himself get giddy with excitement all over again.

Rose’s presence snuck up behind him, then washed over him. Of course you belong here. I love you, remember?

The Doctor’s mind pulsed with joy. I love you too, Rose. He held her close for a moment, before pulling away. To bond, we’ll both have to travel to the center of each other’s minds. To make it a bit easier, I’m going to project us each onto our own bodies. He focused for a moment, then appeared before her in his pinstripes and Chucks. She looked down to see her own body accompanying her mental presence, too.

It’s like a journey -- no, a pilgrimage -- through the other’s life. All their memories, all their deepest secrets, every part of who they are. If you go through it all, and don’t feel a shred of doubt, you’ll be able to complete the bond. Rose could feel a little bit of unease that crept up on him as he spoke.

When I get through it , Doctor. She focused on the love she felt for him, and tried to surround him with it. See you on the other side?

See you on the other side, my love.

Rose’s heart sang at the endearment. Turning to the Doctor’s mind, she set off.

This time, at the forefront of his mind was all the worries he’d had from this morning. Rose watched carefully as he’d fretted over asking her, worried she wouldn’t say yes or be scared away. I could never be scared away, not by you, and certainly not by this , she thought.

Passing that, there was still the fear of losing her at Canary Wharf. Forgoing those painful memories as quickly as she could, she once again found herself surrounded by memories of the Time War.

She watched, as the scenes of war faded, and left him first in immeasurable pain, and then melted into a cocktail of self-hate and guilt as a sort of coping mechanism. She saw her first Doctor, her leather Doctor, emerge from the Time War, hurting and hopeless.

Then, she watched as he piloted himself towards Henrik’s.

He didn’t mean to make it out of there alive, she suddenly realized, and tears spilled unbidden down her cheeks.

I want to keep you safe.

She drew the memory close to her heart, and wrapped it in as much love as she could. As it played on, she saw how the Doctor running into her in the basement and grabbing her hand was the first thing that had given him hope in far too long.

She’d never been more thankful for anything.

Rose watched as they kept meeting again that day, and with every interaction, he got a little more hopeful. She saw all the fear he’d felt then, of getting too attached just to lose it all, all over again.

I love you , she whispered at the memory. She wished she could have told him how good it would be, if he just hung on. That it would all be worth it. That he would never lose her, and she would never leave. She wished she could take all his broken pieces and glue them back together right then and there.

She drew in a breath and moved slowly onwards. Everywhere she went, she bathed what she saw in love. She watched as he lived hundreds of years, loving people and making friends and losing them all over again. She saw the pain he felt every time, and watched as every time he masked it with a new adventure.

I’m never leaving you , she promised.

She watched as he stole a TARDIS and ran away, hoping for a life and a home among the stars. Running away from the lack of it on Gallifrey. Running towards hope.

I will be your home , she swore.

At last, there was one final stone left unturned. Everything else had been tied to this proverbial stone, threaded through all of his life like the stitching in the fabric of his being.

With a deep breath, she stepped forward, to see --

Herself.

Flashing like a highlight reel, she saw from his point of view as she threw her head back laughing. The way he grabbed her hand as they ran for their lives. The glances he stole at her as she figured out how to save the day. The smell of her hair as he cuddled her close in the media room. The hug they shared after Krop Tor. The feel of her body pressed against his, the joy buzzing in his mind like a promise he was desperate to keep. All these little moments, collected and kept for when he needed them.

His love for her echoed back through all his lives, Despite everything he had been through, every sadness or anger or loss had led him to her. To this morning, and the way he tried to commit to permanent memory every detail of her face and the way it felt to kiss her. For that, he promised himself, it had all been worth it.

Rose couldn’t fight back the cry that escaped her throat. Her Doctor, who was so stoic and goofy and unbothered. All of the other memories she had seen had been unknown to her, but not surprising. They all fit into the puzzle expectedly, even if it made the puzzle more grim than she had originally imagined.

Her Doctor, who hid behind his running at the mouth and running for his life. Beneath it all, had powered himself through with every glance he stole and hug they shared. Shining through his memories like a lighthouse. Guiding him home.

I love you , she murmured.

With that, she took the final step to the center of his mind.

In the middle was a buzzing light, silvery-blue. As she stepped closer, she realized it was the Doctor in essence, emanating his spirit. She pressed her hand to it, and suddenly had a view of the Doctor at the center of her own mind.

He looked like he’d gone on the same emotional journey that she had.

They called each other’s name at the same time, reaching for the other through their established connection.

Looking at him again, knowing everything he’d been through, and all of it leading him here, to this very moment, brought everything she felt for him bubbling back to the surface.

“Doctor,” she choked out, “I love you. So much.” There was so much more she meant. I’m sorry you lost your planet. I’m sorry you’ve had to say goodbye so many times. I’m so sorry you’ve been so lonely for so long. I will never leave you.

But when he responded in kind, she knew he understood exactly.

I’m sorry you grew up without a dad. I’m sorry you lost your mother to a parallel world. I’m sorry you never had stability in your life, or a love you could count on. I will always love you.

Rose reached out even harder to him, wishing she could draw him nearer. She wanted to hold him tight and never, ever let go. She wanted him to know that she would always be there.

She could feel the Doctor reaching out just as much, aching to be near, to never let her feel alone again. He wanted her to feel his reverence.

Suddenly, something snapped into place. Rose blinked, and found the Doctor standing in the same room as her. Before she could embrace him, she saw a light spark where the presence of his mind had been, a golden tendril chasing where she had come from, through all of the Doctor’s life, until it stretched into the horizon and out of sight.

A peace washed over Rose, so strong it knocked the wind out of her.

She turned slowly to look at the Doctor.

He had the same awestruck look on his face as she did.

Then, without a second thought, they leapt into each other’s arms, holding as tightly as they could. Rose wrapped her arms around his neck, grabbing his jacket and clinging to it. She felt the Doctor’s arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his body, so tight she could feel his hearts hammering against his chest. She took a deep breath, breathing in the smell of him , her Doctor. The love of her life.

He rocked her back and forth in his arms, repeating her name over and over and over.

“I had no idea you…” he broke off.

“Loved you so much?”

He nodded mutely.

“I had no idea you… did, for me.”

He buried his face deeper in her shoulder.

“Of course. Always.”

Looking back on all she had seen, she knew how much he meant it. And Rose knew, more than anything she’d ever known in her whole life, that she felt just the same.

#ficandchips #doctor x rose #tenth doctor x rose tyler #otp: if i believe in one thing i believe in her #my fic

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twilightofthe · 4 years

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Padme/Satine Pirate AU?

Another pirate AU for one of my fave rarepairs thank you So Much uwu uwu

(OTP prompts list found here)

Sadme/Padtine/Satidala/goddammit Padmé why are your names so hard to portmonteau 9 - Pirate AU: Who is the pirate? Who is the member of the royal family who did not sign up for this?

(Padmé here is v loosely based off of the legend of French pirate Jeanne de Clisson)

Satine does not particularly like her life in the convent. Hell knows-- begging pardon --she doesn’t quite believe what they preach, and many of the women here hold the stifling conservative views on women as the bastards back home that were the reason for her loss of land and title in the first place.

But she will not run away and she will not concede. She will get her position as Duchess back-- the matter of the fact is that she is supposed to be dead, so for now it is living at the convent by the sea with the well-stocked library and resources that is not too far from her ancestral lands, and daring to send out letters to anyone she feels she might be able to trust, searching out who may be able to lend a sympathetic hand, or more specifically, resources.

Satine has a Plan, and a ship with blood red sails melting out of the fog one morning while Satine is tending the vegetable garden is not part of that plan.

Neither is a group of mostly women trudging up the beach and towards the cliffside stairs that lead up to the convent, covered in ash and-- is that blood?

The woman in the lead is in bright red and her brown hair twisted back intricately off her face. Her face is youthful and her warm eyes are older than her years. They glow in the overcast light and she speaks in a way Satine recognizes as high upbringing as she introduces her group as travellers in need of shelter and meal for a few nights; surely the women of the Good Lord wouldn’t mind?

Satine’s eyes land on the sword on her hip that is yes, still definitely dripping blood, and the woman assures her that they swear they will do no harm. The convent is one that practices charity and offers shelter to travelers making a holy pilgrimage. Satine is currently armed with naught but a basket of cabbage and carrot. They will need the permission of the Mother Abbess to stay-- luckily, the Mother Abbess is Satine herself.

(An accident, honestly. Satine had been looking for an opportunity when she had endeared herself to her predecessor, and was not expecting to inherit the job a year later, but she had given herself a respectable position and being in charge would offer even more opportunity. If God existed, He surely could forgive her her pragmatism and ambition. She had done well in the five years since, even if she didn’t terribly care all that much for the theism itself vs the opportunities for charity and helping educate young women)

She invites the strange group of women in. She asks them to please not drip blood on the carpets. Their leader introduces herself as simply Padmé. She’s looking around, wiping the blood off her sword onto her stained skirts, and Satine wonders how it happened. Padmé sends another woman off to send a message. Satine wonders who it is going to.

Throughout the day, Padmé spends it in the library. Satine finds her there, they talk politics and classics and languages. Padmé is brilliant, and she has such ideas, such passion. Satine hasn’t been able to talk about much more than religion for years.

Satine invites them to evening prayer, they accept, but she notices throughout that Padmé does not speak the entire time.

She asks her afterwards.

Padmé gives her a simple smile. I am Jewish, she says.

She is brave, to admit that here, Satine thinks. Life is harder for people like Padmé because the world is prejudiced and cruel. She guesses from the bloody sword that Padmé knows a thing or two about the cruelty of the world.

Well, since Padmé won’t judge her for it

I don’t believe in anything, Satine says

Padmé laughs. It is bright and clear, like birdsong. And yet here you are, she remarks.

Here we both are, Satine counters, adjusting her habit as they sit beneath one of the stained glass windows.

Padmé can hear the question in her voice and fiddles with her bloodstained skirts. She looks back at Satine and her gaze is clear and unrepentant.

“I am here because the rest of my ships were separated from me. They will be continuing my current crusade at the nearby fort along the northern coast.”

“Crusade?”

“I had a title once upon a time as well, Lady Kryze. I was once Lady Amidala myself. Have you not heard of me?”

The revelation of Padmé’s name removes all surprise on Satine’s part from being recognized; a fellow noblewoman would have likely heard of her troubles. And she has heard of Lady Amidala.

A minor noble who caught the eye of the High King for her talents, Lady Amidala and her lands were favored until the King asked of her something she could not do. As punishment, the king sent soldiers, burned her ancestral lands until there was nothing left and killed many of her people. Lady Amidala had been forced to sell all her assets and had disappeared. It was the biggest scandal amongst the nobility since Satine’s own deposing; of course she had heard of it.

Satine mentions she was unaware of the former Lady’s fate. Padmé just cocks her head and asks if Satine has heard the rumors of the ships lost at sea, that never return?

Satine has. Merchants stopping by mention their fear to sail along the coast.

They are not bad storms, Padmé admits. They are me, she says, and she sounds proud. Padmé had tried to appeal to the King for a more equal society rather than the large gap in living standards between the nobility and the majority poor of the kingdom, had tried to make changes in a political manner. But he had thrown her out and continued with his harsh laws, so now she will make herself known in a way he cannot ignore. Padmé raids his ships and visits his seaside forts and razes them to the ground like he did her home.

Satine is stunned; violence like that is never the answer.

Padmé shoots back that is Satine not supposed to be dead? Her authority was challenged by those who would refuse to cede her her rightfully inherited lands after her father’s death, and who overthrew her after she refused to either take a husband or to bend her laws to the favors of the more powerful and influential.

Satine stands up. She is dealing with it, she explains. She will regain her position rightfully and honestly and without another war. It’s just..... taking her time.

Padmé stands up too, catches her wrist. Is she not tired, in the slightest, of waiting?

Satine has been waiting for five years.

Is she not tired of inaction?

Satine looks at the hand that has been washed of blood but have still spilled so much, remembers what she once had, what she could once do, and the man who is in charge now, how her people must be suffering.

She takes her hand out of Padmé’s. She cannot be like her. She cannot start a war.

She bids her goodnight, sends one of the other younger acolytes to show any remaining guests-- pirates, they are pirates --to their quarters when it is time to sleep.

Satine is awoken in the early morning by sounds of violence and shouting ringing throughout the stone walls of the peaceful abbey. She is out of her bed and opening the door to one of the King’s royal soldiers if the uniform is right, brandishing a sword at her and grabbing her wrist in the same place Padmé did. Satine barely has time to react to him before she is being tossed into a wall and as she lays there, stunned, there is more yelling and the slashing ring of metal, and another body crumpling beside her, and a small, strong hand pulling her to her feet.

Padmé smiles at her apologetically, saying that she and her crew have brought these soldiers here, where they thought they would be safe.

They should be safe, Satine says angrily. Criminals or no, houses of God are not supposed to be desecrated with violence, should be open for everyone, and that is the law of the land itself. The King is breaking the laws, he can’t--

Padmé tucks a strand of Satine’s loose hair out of her face. Satine hadn’t even noticed she wasn’t wearing it. Her head feels lighter without it.

They will not hurt the nuns here, Padmé promises. If the King cannot protect his subjects, Padmé will instead.

Satine spends the battle in a nightgown wielding a torch. She doesn’t hurt anyone, but she keeps soldiers back and escorts frightened nuns through the maze of the stone walls and into the crypts below to hide. The aforementioned mazelike walls are what help Padmé’s crew turn the tides of the fight; having had a day there to get a vague sense of direction in comparison to the soldiers running blind.

In the morning, there is a rainbow outside and blood and death inside the convent. No nuns were killed, thankfully, but one of Padmé’s was, and several soldiers before they were driven off. The soldiers will be back, Padmé warns Satine, as her girls head back for the ship that, after all of this, was not even touched. The nuns here will not be safe. She offers to take anyone who wishes to leave either to the nearest nunnery, or to allow them to join her crew if they wish.

The other sisters are obviously distressed by this, but Satine feels a laugh catching in her throat at just how many take the offer to join the pirates.

And what about you? is Padmé’s question for her as they’re boarding the ship and sailing away from where Satine stagnated for the last five years. The ocean breeze feels good in her hair.

“Do you want your lands back?”

Satine stiffens. She does, of course she does, she wants to free her people, but--

She can’t condone retaking it by piratical violence. She can’t do it. It isn’t her way.

“Then come with me. I’ll take you to the people who can give you the support you need to retake them honorably.”

Satine looks at Padmé and her sun-warmed eyes. She would be here... while Padmé burns forts and ships.

Padmé’s smile is sharp. Satine has her war, Padmé has her own. This is merely a temporary combining of resources.

Whatever is so bad about a temporary alliance?

She holds out her hand. It is covered in blood again.

Satine takes it and lets Padmé bring her knuckles to her mouth in a kiss.

Maybe she finally made a connection that would get her where she needed to be after all.

#THANK YOU I KINDA WANNA MAKE A WHOLE ASS SAPPHIC PIRATE ROMANCE NOW #and u bet ur ass i'm tagging as much as possible because i want this to be seen and SW fandom never notices wlw ships #ask #asks #wrenvibes #political wives #Padme Amidala #satine kryze #morai's fic #star wars

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pilferingapples · 4 years

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TMA S2 Natter I guess!!

LORE LORE LORE LORE WHOOO

under the cut for massive major spoilers of course

- I’m really glad I’m binging this, it helps me remember things to have a big chunk of story and lots to pick up on all stacked together and reinforcing itself. I still have to check and double check the Fan Wiki for names here and there, when I hear someone I KNOW I recognize from earlier; I’ve inevitably run across some spoilers that way, thanks to the structure of the wiki, so I’m really glad I’m needing to do that less and less as the show goes on; I don’t think I had to check anything in the last ten episodes, thought I did still have to go to the wiki to get links to the Transcripts, because

- I find the tunnel-echo effects make the dialogue pretty unparseable no matter how loud I have the show, unfortunately. I could understand Michael,and not much else. (I mean,I could understand Michael’s voice, the Spiral’s motives and all are fairly opaque to me still.) The voices and acting lend so much ambiance, I would have been happy to watch along on the YT vid with subtitles , but it doesn’t have subtitles? Frustrating, but I do really appreciate there being transcripts!

- Michael makes me really, really sad. He was just a kid who stayed out in the rain a second too late! It wasn’t even his idea! And he got Marked and he lost his whole damn life to this thing before he was even old enough to have a good grasp on what reality is in the normal swing of things. Poor kid. Poor Michael-that-should-have-been. (ETA so I don’t answer this multiple times: I’m aware Lightning-and-Tower Michael might not be Hallways and Hands Michael, but this is just name-association, really. Also, there’s a growing horror in S2 in finding so many people who seemed to escape their encounters showing up again in much worse shape in other Statements...)

- Thanks to Tumblr Osmosis , I’m sure the Endgame OTP (at least so far) in Jon/Martin, and while I’m currently not a fan of that (though totally prepared to change my mind according to character/relationship development!) I am delighted to be able to enjoy Jon and Basira’s relationship without worrying that her character is going to be suddenly smashed flat to make her The Love Interest. I love their weird uneasy alliance! I hope she comes back but also hope she goes somewhere Far Away and lives Ordinarily Ever After.

-on that note, Daisy Daisy Daisy bring back Daisy, I don’t usually get into cop characters but WEIRD CRYPTID FORCE COPS are apparently a potential weakness for me (..also I know, I know they are probably Hunt-aligned. I’ve already said I’m unfortunately Weak for The Hunt ).

-I miss Actual!Sasha >:

- Tim is seriously the only person in this whole damn institute with any self preservation either supernatural or normal?? “Yeah you’re right I don’t like the boss who stalks me and keeps secrets about a situation which is directly about my own personal safety like I was the enemy and takes his trauma out on me directly while I’m recovering from,in this case , exactly the same trauma thanks “

Martin: Wow Tim you’re so selfish, how can you even think about fleeing our supernatural hellscape, why aren’t you more concerned with the guy who is very overtly considering you a potential enemy and crossing all boundaries in a way that, in any normal job, would right off be enough to get HR and maybe the cops involved? WHY ARE YOU BEING SO UNREASONABLE, TIM??...Now excuse me while I run to my probable death with no preparation in defense of a guy who seems to go out of his way to hit my very obvious emotional weak points and considered me so useless he thought I might be dead already, because unlike you I am making good decisions!!! LEEEROY JENKINNNSSSSS”

-honestly the apparent connection between why the Institute/Elias accepted Martin as sacrifice an employee and Martin’s emotional Everything is both screamingly apparent and worth an essay all on its own , that’s some Good Charactering

-I never trusted Elia-- Never Trust the Boss Of Shadowy Organization With Mysterious Backers, that’s my motto-- but HE KILLED THE INFODUMP SOURCE. HOW DARE. INSTANT LEAST FAVE.

- I KNEW LEITNER WAS A RESEARCHER I KNEW IT I KNEW IT, who has a vast occult library BUT never really figures in any accounts of actually DOING anything?? AN OCCULT NERD DOING RESEARCH. (I say, well aware that *I* did not do my research as fully as I’d like here, to avoid spoilers, and thus may be forgetting a Big Thing he apparently did)

- I did NOT know he was still alive?? and totally didn’t see him working with Gertrude (it was actually Gert’s Occult Book Hunting that made me slap my head and go OH RIGHT about Leitner!)

-I want to know more about Gertrude

- The OH NO moment I had during Leitner’s description of obvious multiple entities working together to just wreck his shop!! BAD, BAD, THE INJUSTICE LEAGUE OF AAAAAH IS BAD

- also now I know for sure that the Web and the Stranger are enemies? this puts at least 2/3 Fear Entities that could, I am aware , pretty much have me as a pawn for a cheap ice-cream cone allied against the one Entity that makes me absolutely go into Screaming Phobia Murder Mode, I don’t know if everyone’s feeling the same way or if this is just the show happening to find my particular keys like that

-...listen Elias is THE WORRRRSSSST and I am sure The Institute is Not Good but if The Stranger existed and was A Thing like this then they wouldn’t have to Play me to get my assistance on taking it out , every single episode about it makes me go Mad Raccoon in A Box , I want it gone, the enemy of the Stranger is my ...slightly less enemy

-Jonnycakes Sims is the Avatar of the Human Trainwreck, but I did not realize until this episode that he does not drink coffee?? I’m torn between thinking he should and thinking all caffeine should be taken away from him forever.

-Also, Dammit, Jonet, this “keeping info about supernatural horror schemes from my team For Their Own Good” nonsense? BAD , you are not a Victorian patriarch and they are not your children, GIVE THEM A FIGHTING CHANCE YOU GOOBER, DID YOU EVER READ ONE GOTHIC NOVEL, IGNORANCE IS DEATH

- ..HOW DID YOU DECIDE TO SMASH THE TABLE YOU. GOOBER PIE. I take it back, definitely Jonny needs to drink all the more caffeine.

--in conclusion, ELIAS TOOK MY LORE HOOKUP AND HE MUST PAY FOR HIS CRIMES.

(Supplemental:P)

I'm getting the impression, from responses to my earlier little post, that people don't? like Tim ?? and I am Afraid this means he is Something Horrible?? but he's fun and friendly and smart and reacting like a human with normal human self-preservation instincts + a touch of Heroic honestly?? why do people not like Tim, is he a secret Horror, NO DON'T ACTUALLY TELL ME but D: NERVOUS NOW

#TMA natter #long post sorry #also not particularly focused I'm tired and wanting to hear S3 XD

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narashikari · 4 years

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Hidari Shoutaro

favorite thing about them

I fucking love a lot about my fedora tantei husbando, but my favorite thing has to be how devoted he is to his city and his friends. He’s so totally ride or die for them, even people he used to hate (like Terui).

least favorite thing about them

His passiveness toward Philip. Like, the dude can be downright cruel at times, especially to him, and yet he took it without saying anything at all, without even getting mad at Philip or showing resentment over the rejection. See the Xtreme arc and the movie for what I mean.

favorite line

“Looks like the trump card always comes to me.” Shou just went from punk to HUNK in one sentence and I lost my heart to him in that moment

BrOTP

Just imagine what it could’ve been like if Akiko and Shou grew up together as siblings

OTP

Shou gave himself away the minute he blushed when Philip said he was his one and only partner. And even Hikaru Yamamoto genuinely thought the burning Gaia Library scene made them look like lovers. That’s one of the main actors for crying out loud!

nOTP

Sokichi/Shou. Especially because of the way Shou regards Sokichi- the idol worship to be specific- it lends itself easily to abuse. To the point where most of the fics for this pair on AO3 are heavy on the dubcon...

random headcanon

Thanks to Renn Kiriyama’s workout posts on Insta, I now have the hc that Shou works out in the Garage which distracts Philip greatly from his research because holy crap his aibou’s biceps? And thighs?? And when did that half-boiled egg get a six pack???

unpopular opinion

Sokichi is not a good example for him. Like, I don’t see what’s so good about a guy so distrusting and broken that he can’t even tell his daughter why he had to stay away. Just imagine how destructive that would be for Shou if he acted like this when Philip died.

And I’m not impressed with the way he mentored Shou either, since we barely see any positive encouragement from him. From their backstory, Shou supposedly meets Sokichi right after his old partner betrayed him, which might explain why he’s treating Shou so harshly... but it’s not an excuse. He’s just projecting onto an innocent kid. And he should know better.

song i associate with them

Please go look up backnumber’s Densha no Mado Kara. Then watch the movie it’s the theme for. Then cry as Renn Kiriyama, Hidari Shoutaro himself, serenades you with his guitar and a cover of this song.

favorite picture of them

NGGGGGGGH SHOU... so sexy... so beautiful...

#kamen rider w #hidari shoutaro #askrikkaiandhyotei #askmeme

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maculategiraffe · 5 years

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every time I go to renew the first welcome to night vale novel in the library app, I can't renew it because somebody else has it on hold, but when I go to place a hold I'm first on the waiting list, which means there's only one other person placing it on hold and they can't simply renew it either because I have a hold on it, so we're effectively passing it back and forth to one another at the end of each lending period. imagine your otp

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butchedyke · 4 years

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(for the char thing) stanley uris, mike hanlon, and patty blum

migz!!!! i’m sorry i abandoned this in favour of video games and capitalism i hope i can make it up to u uwu

this is mostly going off the movies but there’s occasional book and miniseries input- i’ve only read the first few chapters, a few wikia pages, and some character meta from the book and i’ve only seen the miniseries once vs the however many times ive watched the movies in the last 2 months so don’t expect consistency between canons

(also i’m gonna put these under a cut because this post got really long)

stanley uris

How I feel about this character:

there is a reason i use the tag baby boy for stan (and also for miniseries eddie)!!!! he’s my favourite loser other than eddie and i want to like. hold him and make sure he’s happy and healthy and i think stephen king should treat his characters better.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

patty!!!!! their relationship in the book makes me so happy and anyone who’s ever spoken to me about stanpat knows that i am at all times thinking about how she calls his car sedanley.

that being said, i respect stenbrough, stanlon, and streddie but overall this is a stanpat household

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

stan with all the losers but especially richie! which isn’t very original since they are literally best friends but their dynamic!!! good!!!! i’ve not been able to stop thinking about that one scene from the miniseries where richie introduces stan as “this is stan the man uris, he’s a jew,” partially because it’s fucking funny because who says that richie what the fuck, but also because stan just instantly follows up by saying that richie has a high metabolism which makes him hyperactive, and maybe it’s because the miniseries is campy and a little bit shit but the delivery of those lines makes it seem like they do this a lot! they have these introductions ready to go! and i love the idea of them as a platonic package deal even if we don’t get to see much of that in the movies

My unpopular opinion about this character:

i don’t think i really have any? i tend to follow people who hold the same opinions as me tho so i have no idea what’s popular outside of that dshfk

i mean i do think fics that save eddie but not stan aren’t really fix-its and going off the amount of fics where stan’s still dead i guess that’s somehow an unpopular opinion? i know everyone’s focused on reddie rn but god like. stan is right there can we stop ignoring him pls

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

i mean the most blatantly obvious answer here is that i wish he didn’t die! he should’ve gotten to go on his holiday and rail/get railed by his wife and live to meet his friends as adults, catch up on the 27 years they didn’t get to be with each other. he should’ve gotten to have kids, once everything was over, and they should’ve been able to grow up with 5 extra uncles and an aunt bc u can’t tell me the rest of the losers wouldn’t be deeply embedded in their lives. i just wish stan had a chance to be completely, 100% happy without the underlying terror of his childhood.

on a smaller note i also wish we’d gotten to see more of his interest in birds in the movies bc like. he’s babie. and who knows! maybe would’ve helped stop the perception that his entire personality is just being a bitch that hates richie jshfd

mike hanlon

How I feel about this character:

part of the reason i wanted to read the book was for more mike content because i adore this lil farm boy and the movies. well. y’know. :). characters who just openly and whole-heartedly love their friends and go straight ride or die like 10 minutes after meeting them have my whole heart! he’s so smart and so kind and just wanted to protect his friends as best he could even though he dragged them into this whole mess bc he doesn’t want to lose them again!!!! mike deserves the whole world and if his way of getting that is by getting out of derry and getting to know that his friends remember and love him and each other then that’s all i want for him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

i wasn’t overly set on any particular mike ship until i watched the miniseries and saw the homoerotic bike montage and now i’m fully on the hanbrough train. choo choo.

just like with stan i support stanlon but endgame hanbrough is just. it’s right there in the text. bill didn’t divorce audra for nothing in ch2.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

this also kinda ties in with the last point, but jane @billdenbrough opened my eyes, in the middle of a very in-depth conversation about audra’s minion strap, to the world of best friends mike and audra who are both with bill which is both galaxy brained and an incredibly good concept which i think about a lot

also i think mike and ben could’ve had something Incredibly soft if mike wasn’t treated like a background character in the first film and a quest-giving npc in the second one :) :)

My unpopular opinion about this character:

i headcanon mike as gay, i have no textual evidence for this, i just think he’s neat. i think it’s a pretty popular opinion that the movies treated him poorly? and i also think that in ch2 he was just trying to protect his friends in a scenario that did not lend itself at all to protection. drugging bill and not telling the others about the full ritual might not have been the best thing to do, but he was in a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation, and he was trying his best to save his friends no matter how impossible it may have been.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

i uh :) i don’t know if anyone’s figured out yet :) that i wish many things had happened with mike in canon :) :) the first film doesn’t give him much but the second film just infuriates me completely tbqh! he’s basically entirely there to push the narrative (his dialogue doesn’t even sound like dialogue! it sounds like prose explaining the plot and the next steps the characters have to take!), or to drug and lie to his friends. i wish they’d kept his backstory the same, that we’d actually gotten to see him find his token, that he’d gotten a token relevant to him as an individual rather than the group, that we’d gotten a flashback for him, that he was given more screentime and development across both films, like... i wish he’d been treated like the other losers and not a plot point.

i also wish we’d gotten to see him on his travels post-canon, seeing the other losers, and just generally actually getting to be happy- we see the start of it but god i just want to see him having a good time outside of derry.

patty blum

How I feel about this character:

if she were not stan’s wife she would be my wife. we don’t get to see much of her in the movie or miniseries and that is a fucking crime!!!! i’ve already mentioned sedanley but like. sedanley. i’ve read patty’s bit in the book and that’s all i need the other 1100 pages can get fucked, she’s just here to watch family feud and love stan which i can confidently say is a huge fucking mood

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

STAN. i guess i already talked about this before but i’ll keep going!!! my love for stanpat overwhelms my usual distaste towards straight relationships bc they’re so good!!!!! the fact that they’re really the only happy relationship to come out of the 27 year gap and they love each other so much and so like... wholesomely? but they still blow each other’s backs out on the reg and it’s what they deserve.

also i sometimes think about patty/audra as like. kind of a crack ship kind of a “i’m a lesbian and i’m desperate to see lesbians” ship. i haven’t thought about it in depth i just want to plant the seed

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

stan introducing patty to the losers and patty becoming an honorary loser is my weakness!!!! patty being comfortable enough to rib richie (and richieandeddie) with stan, but also vice versa going along with richie’s bits. patty and bev getting close because as much as st*phen k*ng and co push bev as One Of The Boys(tm) there’s just something in having another woman around that can be refreshing especially when they’re both bicons. patty and mike enthusiastically sharing holiday pictures and tales of their trips. patty noticing when eddie’s having a bad day, whether it’s anxiety or lingering trauma, and supporting him through it, regaling him with stories about stan and what essentially amount to dad jokes (sedanley!!!) and making sure he knows he’s loved and supported by all the losers. patty, the teacher, and ben, lunchtimes-in-the-library ben who never outgrew his love of reading, nerding out over shit that the others don’t really know about. bill telling patty all about what stan was like as a kid in that way only bill can, richie chiming in with crude comments sometimes but noticeably keeping quieter than usual, and patty returning the favour, telling them about the last 27 years, and not even richie makes a single joke when everyone tears up (because he’s tearing up the most). stan sitting there the whole time not even bothering to point out that he’s right there because it’s enough for him to see the romantic love of his life and the platonic loves of his life bonding, and yeah, maybe it was worth sticking around for.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

i don’t know if this is unpopular but patty pegs. that’s all.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

more patty. let me see my wife.

#eddiekissbrak #migz this has literally taken me hours i hope ur happy #i can't remember if the book specifies what patty teaches so i'm taking some liberties because i don't care what stephen king has to say #kinda went off the shits with patty there rip #i'm also like. not good with thoughts or with words so im sorry if this is underwhelming dgfhjsk

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dontshootmespence · 5 years

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Broken Homes Fix Broken Hearts

A/N: Let @veroinnumera and I in on your thoughts for our OTP! Fuel us!

Chapter 33

It was far too early in the morning, but Derek was already on edge. Tonight...he was doing this. He was going to ask the woman he loved to marry him. It was actually pretty nauseating. Pulling everyone else out of their morning fogs, Garcia walked into the room clapping excitedly. “Tonight’s the night!” She sing-songed. “Chocolate Thunder, do you have everything ready?”

“Yup. All good to go.”

Hotch’s rare smile emerged as she looked up. “How are you feeling?”

“I definitely want to hurl. I’m pretty positive she’s going to say yes though, so I don’t know why I’m freaking out.”

“Because you’re opening yourself up to rejection. That feeling of vulnerability really sucks,” Spencer said matter-of-factly, barely looking up from his still-steaming cup of coffee. Silence fell around him to the point where he looked up. “What? You weren’t looking for an answer, were you?”

“No, kid.”

Emily moved her hand back, tapping him on the shoulder. “You two are so disgustingly in love. The proposal you have planned is the most adorable thing you’ve ever done in your life. You’re going to be fine.”

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About halfway through the day, Derek gave up on even trying to pretend he was doing paperwork. His head was spinning and he needed to get it on straight before tonight. No way was he letting this be anything less than perfect. She deserved perfect.

There were only two people in the world he knew could help him. One was the woman he planned on proposing to that night, so he couldn’t call her. Instead he picked up the phone and dialed the other: his mama.

The phone rang a few times before her voice came through on the other end. “Hello?”

“Hey Mama, it’s Derek. I just...I needed you.” He smiled.

“Is everything alright? Are you hurt? Is Juliet hurt? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, I promise. Well, there might be later if she doesn’t say yes. But that’s why I’m calling actually. I-uh-I’m going to propose tonight.”

A joyful peel of laughter cut off any further explanation. He could hear the tears in her voice. “Oh baby I’m so happy for you. She will. I know she will. She’s meant to be family and meant to be your wife.”

Wife. He liked that word. But he had to get to fiancee first. “I’m actually nervous, Mama. Why am I nervous?”

“Because you love her. It’s not so much believing that she’ll say no as putting pressure on yourself to make it the most amazing night of her life thus far,” Fran replied. “How are you doing it?”

For the next few minutes, he regaled her with the details of the proposal, confiding in her that while the basic idea had been his, it wouldn’t have happened without the help of Reid and Garcia. “Those are good ones, that team of yours.”

“Yea, they are,” he said, breathing deeply as he looked at his watch. He needed to get back to work. “I’m feeling better, Mama. Thank you.”

“Any time, my baby boy. As soon as she says yes, I need a phone call, okay?”

“Of course, wish me luck.”

“You won’t need it.”

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Her father’s ring was beginning to burn a hole in Juliet’s pocket. Not literally, that would be a fire hazard, especially in a library. But figuratively it was starting to make her anxious. What was the plan? Was there even a plan? Should there be a plan? Her brain was burning through thoughts left and right. She had no idea what she was doing or how any of this was supposed to work.

All those great romances in cinema always showed the proposals, but not how the fuck anyone ever figured out how to propose. Not helpful. She knew how that part worked, all loving words and happy crying. At least, that was if he said yes. He would say yes. Right?

Of course he would. Anxiety was not going to ruin this for her. She was in love and going to spend the rest of her life with the person that made her feel happier than Juliet had ever thought possible. Derek Morgan would say yes, because he loved her the same way she loved him: with everything they had.

Approaching the door to the home they shared, Juliet noticed something that wasn’t there before. It looked like...paper? She strode up and took it off the door, unfolding it and smiling to herself.

This box is mostly filled with things

That never bring you glee.

Like bills, and junk and other things,

You’d rather never see.

A scavenger hunt.

Today was their one-year anniversary and he’d planned a scavenger hunt. He was truly the most amazing man ever. “Okay, so this obviously means the mailbox,” she muttered to herself. An enormous smile spread across her face as she ran like a kid to a tree on Christmas morning toward the mailbox, opening it to see her favorite lavender candles inside - along with another piece of paper. She read the next clue out loud.

Romance, mystery, fantasy Dive deep inside to look Find the place where you and I lose all our time Getting lost inside our books

Juliet frowned to herself, rereading the paper a few times. There were bookshelves in the living room but they didn’t read there usually. Most of the time they read upstairs, in the bedroom. The bedroom? It was worth a shot.

She headed back to the front door and inside, going up the stairs rather than look around for Derek. He might not even be home yet, he hadn’t texted. Hopefully she wasn’t ruining a surprise. Oops?

Juliet pushed the bedroom door open, ready to start tearing the room apart, only to find a bouquet of gorgeous yellow tulips. She paused for a moment, smiling. If Derek was there she would’ve been hugging him so tight. They were her favorites, and he hadn’t even had to ask to check.

Picking them up, she noticed another little paper taped to the bouquet. She could do this all day. The smile on her face felt like it was plastered there.

Up and down, and up and down you climb these everyday. You've likely seen the clue on these, but passed it anyway.

“What?”

Turning around, she stared out of the room and down the hallway. “I climb the stairs. But I passed the stairs. There wasn’t anything-”

She stopped herself mid-sentence when she a box on the floor with a paper attached. Before she read the next clue, she glanced into the box, assuming she’d find a pair of heels, but of course, Derek knew her too well. High heels weren’t her thing - with a few minor exceptions. Instead, she found a pair of white strappy gladiator sandals. They didn’t go too high on the leg either which was something that always bugged her. Only Amazonian tall women could pull off big-ass gladiator shoes. And women with insanely long legs. She almost forgot about the paper until it crinkled in her hand. “What’s next?” She asked softly.

It seems our clothes just keep returning

to this same machine.

At least they're better than the things

the ancients used to clean.

Laundry room. Juliet grinned, it had to be. After strapping on the shoes, she went the rest of the way down the stairs and headed for the laundry room. She blushed looking over the machines and recalling a few adventures. Later. There would be time for fun later, right now she needed to find the next clue.

After rifling through the shelves, Juliet finally opened the dryer to find another box, larger this time. She peeled back white tissue paper to reveal a simple robin egg blue dress, pulling it out she found an intricately detailed open back. Subtle, but beautiful. She’d always called her style casual and comfy, which it was at times, but Derek knew better than that, which was becoming clear right this very moment.

Luckily, the dress wasn’t too fussy so she was able to get it on without help, though she had grown quite fond of Derek lending a hand and zipping her up. Sometimes though that meant they didn’t get out of the house on time because he’d decide it looked much better off than on.

A bittersweet “aww” reverberated through the room as she realized she was toward the end of her scavenger hunt.

For your final item to begin our anniversary date:

When you're feeling less than fresh there's just one place to go To wash and get all squeaky clean and scrub between each toe.

“Bathroom!” She squealed happily. When she ran in, she caught a glimpse of the dress. She looked radiant in it. Maybe it was the dress, maybe it was the fact that she was insanely happy right now. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t about to question this feeling. Quickly, she looked around and her eyes caught a basket of bath products - lavender again. There was a bath bomb, shampoo, conditioner, soap, lotion for when she got out, even a purple towel.

Taking out her phone, she texted Derek. “Are you home, you sneak? I’ve found all your clues.”

She didn’t get a reply, but less than a minute later, Derek peeked his head around the door frame, flashing her a cheesy smile. “You found everything?”

“Yes!” She cried out, jumping into his embrace. “That was so much fun.”

“I have so much more planned,” he winked.

Juliet did a little happy dance as he put her down. “Oh, do tell.”

“Well, I have dinner starting downstairs. It’s a surprise what we’re having. These bath things are for you. Take a bath while I finish cooking. I’m even going to put the towel in the dryer and heat it up for when you get out. Then put on the outfit and I’m going to take the flowers and some of the candles downstairs. I figured you could use one in here.” The unrestrained joy on his face told her he was proud of himself. He should be. This was perfect. She’d remember this forever.

She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him, lingering there to capture this perfect moment. “Mood lighting. I like it. Okay, my sexy Casanova. I’ll take a bath and I’ll be down in a bit.”

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Half an hour later Juliet was slipping back into the dress and shoes and heading downstairs. She was trying to be quiet, but the house was old and the stair creaked, betraying her. Derek played along though, ignoring her until her hands were over his eyes. “Guess who.” She murmured happily, pressing a kiss to his neck.

“Hmmm, I’m terrible at guessing. Give me another hint.” Derek insisted, grinning.

She rolled her eyes, removing her hands and kissing him lightly. “Oh, it’s the woman I’m hopelessly and irrevocably in love with.”

“Hi.” Juliet whispered, unable to help the smile that spread onto her lips. She felt giddy; he made her feel so excited and content.

When they’d visited his family, his mama had cooked some fettuccine alfredo that Juliet had fallen in love with, so after hanging up with her earlier, he texted in desperation for the recipe. Up until then, he honestly had no idea what he was going to cook, just that he was planning to cook. Juliet took a piece of pasta from the bowl, slurping it up and leaving a drop of alfredo sauce on her nose. “I kind of want to do the lady and the tramp thing with the pasta.”

For her, he’d do it. His heart started beating frantically. She looked so stunning. Her smile carefree, her eyes awash with candlelight. Dinner smelled amazing, and in the background of his sense, he could smell the tulips he’d picked up for her. “You look beautiful, Juliet,” he said seriously.

“Thank you, love.” She blushed, looking down at her plate. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

It was now or never. He couldn’t wait until after dinner. He’d throw it up in the process and that was not how he wanted her to remember this proposal. “You know I love you more than anything else in the world, right?” He asked, his voice wavering slightly.

“Of course, I do.”

“When we met, I figured this was a favor I was doing for my cousin. I never expected to meet the love of my life. And I definitely didn’t expect for said woman to assume I was a stripper on first meeting,” he laughed.

Juliet covered her face with her hands, remembering the epitome of foot in mouth that had happened the year before. “To be fair. You would be an amazing stripper.”

Derek chuckled. Even in a moment like this she could make him laugh. This was definitely the woman he was meant to spend the rest of his life with, if she’d have him. “We’ll have to revisit that later. But for right now, I have something else I’d like to do, if that’s alright.”

“Derek?” She asked softly, breath catching in her throat. He was going to say another perfect thing if she let him keep talking. But she couldn’t. This was it, this was the right moment. Slowly Juliet started to reach into her pocket.

“Juliet. Could you look at me for a second?” He murmured. She froze, looking up. He was shaking. She gripped the ring tight. “Is everything okay?”

He nodded but didn’t speak, slowly getting up out of his chair and reaching into his back pocket.

No.

As if it was happening in slow motion, Derek knelt down on the floor, reaching into his pocket where he held a velvet pouch. He dropped it into his hand.

This wasn’t happening.

Yes, it was. “Oh my god,” she whispered, hands covering her mouth as the tears sprang to her eyes. “Derek?”

“Juliet Hunter-Lewis,” he started, grasping her hand, “No one on earth has ever made me feel like you do. I see everything when I look at you. The wedding, the marriage, the family, the growing old together. I’ve never been able to imagine that with anyone, but with you it’s just so natural. If you do me the honor of being my wife, I will spend every day of the rest of our lives making you feel about me the way I feel about you...Will you marry me?”

Tears starting to blur her vision, Juliet found her way out of her chair and knelt down on the floor in front of him, trembling as she pulled her father’s ring out of her pocket. “Only if you say yes too.” She laughed through the tears, smiling at the love of her life.

Derek found himself laughing too as he nodded. “Yes. Yes. A million times yes. Or whatever the biggest number Reid knows is. That’s how many yeses.”

“Then yes!” Juliet exclaimed, holding out her right hand and trying in vain to keep it from shaking. They both knelt there on the ground laughing and crying as Derek slid the ring onto her finger and then she did the same. “This is so beautiful.”

“It’s my mama’s. She gave it to me when we visited.”

That was months ago. “You didn’t ask her for it?”

“No,” he replied. “She just knew. Mother’s intuition, I guess.”

She was going to have to give Fran the longest hug in the entire world next time she saw her. “It’s amazing. She’s amazing. You’re amazing.” Leaning in, she grabbed his face in her hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I love you so much.”

Cradling the back of her head, he pulled her closer, their sweet and chaste kisses turning breathless in the blink of an eye.

“Dinner’s probably getting cold,” she laughed.

He didn’t care. “We do have a microwave.”

Something told her dinner was going to have to wait.

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#derek morgan #derek morgan x oc #derek morgan x juliet hunter lewis #derek morgan fanfiction #derek morgan fanfic #dontshootmespence #veroinnumera #broken homes fix broken hearts

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gurguliare · 6 years

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horseshoe bay --> abortive attempt on garibaldi lake --> successful if knife-edge attempt on wedgemount. I... we timed things SO BADLY and had to make our way down the last ~3km in the dark, with the aid of two incredibly kind Canadian hikers and a cellphone flashlight, which through some god-of-idiots miracle held out even though I had already taken a million pictures, burnt a lot of battery turning it on and off again in a fully misguided attempt to save battery, and listened to an entire Friends at the Table episode, always an unusually draining experience.

Reflections on the FATT episode:

Obviously the cure for Declan’s Corrective and his obsolete/forwards incompatible life extension tech was Linux. Will I ever stop trying to make Linux jokes work with the larger C/W universe? No.

I can’t... believe... that endgame trashfire Grand/Fourteen has shouldered out enduring, timeless, classic OTP tenfour.......... I’m a nightmare. The thing is, Fourteen went to that party just to rub Grand’s nose in the fact that no one puts baby in the corner---I mean, that no one saves Fourteen’s life faster than Fourteen can endanger it---and then Fourteen was really surprised when it turned out their life was in danger!! whoa! So that’s a problem.

Um, but I am very happy with the bullshit. Anyway, it was good, it was a good episode to listen to when scaling the most beautiful horrible rock scramble I’ve been up in a while, and it was a nice thing to reflect on as I staggered after my own shadow in a forest floodlit obnoxiously by my cellphone and barely by the rising moon. and then it was an hour’s drive back to the hostel and I puked up EVERYTHING I’d eaten that day, but thankfully not onto the floor of the foyer, though it was a close call. It’s good to be back! The hostel was very nice but my favorite part was the lending-library style bin of toiletries in the communal bathroom, “take some if you need some, leave some if you have some,” and someone had thoughtfully left a full bottle of iron supplements. Hope they’re doing well!

#photoblogol #hmu my 1000 anemic friends if anyone wants to live large #twilight mirage #friends at the table

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calamitys-child · 4 years

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Thinking about OTP The Lending Library and I'm :(((((

#the terror #i still dont actually know their names #peglar and bridgens i think ?#anyway i love them and they make me :(((((

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nogarett · 6 years

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did someone order gold saints drag queen headcanons?

aries mu: first of all this bitch can READ. she’ll read you, your parents, your dead grandma, your third cousin twice removed, your unborn children. if it breathes, she reads. she looks like the sweetest most harmless person in the world, but she’ll roast your shady ass at any given time without missing a beat. her library is open 24/7. REALLY good at sewing. has a strong drag family that she cares a lot about and its the only thing that gets to her.

taurus aldebaran: the actual sweetest most harmless person in the world. she’ll lend you a wig and give you advice at 3am. ridiculously funny, almost always in a good mood. she’s kind of mu’s opposite in the sense that she looks intimidating because she’s big and loud, but she’s really sweet. great cook, will often bring homemade snacks for everyone. probably the only one who never secretly wanted to punch mu. learned to laugh at herself

gemini saga: SHADY. she can be very kind, but she can be very... competitive. her looks are always flawless and creative and she’s very critical of herself. started doing drag to help with her confidence and it kind of worked but she often loses herself in her drag persona. cries a lot. has an actual personality disorder. she says she knows she’s hot and everybody wants her, but she doesn’t actually believe it (its true tho).

cancer deathmask: hates everybody, only hangs out with her clique of equally asocial queens (shura and dite). actually very intelligent and opinionated. has a weird sense of humor, only dite ever laughs at her jokes (and its only 40% out of pity). sarcastic little shit. severe depression and drinking problems. needs a hug. wont say it out loud but she definitely doesnt think she deserves to be in the competition.

leo aiolia: a literal baby. youngest queen in the group. very naive and easily manipulated. gets read on an hourly basis. very proud, gets flustered and grumpy when she realizes she’s being read. which isnt often cause she’s pretty dense. can’t flirt to save her life. her older sibling is her drag mother and her biggest source of motivation. speedy queen, can sew at the speed of light. strong sense of justice. just got out of her emo phase

virgo shaka: sassy bitch, always has an answer ready. the only one who can hold her ground against mu. very religious. her fake eyelashes are too heavy and she cant open her eyes. who needs eyes with lashes like those. keeps trying to flirt with aiolia but it doesnt work. has no mercy, not even her drag children are safe from her sass. in fact, she’s very strict with them. has this holier than thou aura and a confidence that can only be described as godly.

libra dohko: everyone wants to know her plastic surgeon’s name cause at her age she should look like a raisin. gives moral lessons all the time. they sort of make sense but we’re all pretty sure she makes shit up on the spot. oldschool. full of tattoos. likes to go to the gym and eat healthy food. is probably fucking a judge. shortest queen. keeps talking about how things were different “in her day”

scorpio milo: the longest nails, always perfectly manicured. everyone’s afraid she’ll poke someone’s heart out someday. great dancer, flexible and a major show off. loves to remind everyone she can do the splits all the time. low tolerance for traitors, will make sure no one is cheating. started doing drag when she was literally 8 and would wear her mom’s heels and put on a show. is a drag mother to a bunch of drag kings. has an amazing butt

sagittarius aiolos: ray of sunshine, is everyone’s main bet to win. the pope is rooting for her. we’re all rooting for her. soft and kind, cares too much about everyone. is very proud of her younger sibling, and of her spouse. will gush about them all the time. kinda well known in the drag scene. always in a good mood, has a great sense of humor, charming. over all perfect human being. never saw it coming.

capricorn shura: major case of resting bitch face. got into drag because of dite and deathmask. turned out to be the most polished queen of the trio. perfectionist. has a huge celebrity crush on saga and aiolos. is terrible at hiding it. takes everything seriously. other queens think she’s too serious but she’s just autistic and probably didn’t get the joke. fashion queen.

aquarius camus: huge nerd, usually quiet but won’t shut up about her special interests. never changes her expression. has too many feelings and no idea how to handle them. cries a lot. one day her crush said her eyebrows were cute so she made sure her drag make up followed the shape. also autistic. has two drag children who will probably best her some day. is probably rich since she flies back and forth to visit them. a dumbass.

pisces aphrodite: the fishiest queen. narcissistic. doesnt care about anyone. secretly cares a lot for her two friends. knows she’s gorgeous and relies on beauty often. hates having to do any effort. turned her station into a little garden with flower pots. says its because she likes her face framed by roses. baby talks to them when she thinks no one’s looking. likes to be adored. all she ever wanted was the world.

general headcanons: they never use their own hair. putting on wigs is a long difficult process. many bobbypins were harmed in the making of this series. i will probably use manga hair colors out of drag and anime hair colors in drag, with some exceptions (aldebaran has short hair, and he and the twins have dark hair. i refuse to make any of them blonde. i’m still thinking about deathmask and mu but they’ll likely not be blonde). i have many otps but the only actual couple included is saga and aiolos for plot reasons.

#saint seiya #athena's drag race #gold saints #drag queen au #i love them all so muchhh #also because this is a drag race parody i'm gonna use she/her for the queens even out of drag #if this bothers anyone let me know i'm more than willing to change to they/them

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