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loopsisloops · 2 days

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What is the most traumatic Loki fic you've ever read?

I'm not talking about the "dead-dove do not eat" type of fics. I'm talking about the one that made you cry for days because that heartbreak felt so real. Or the fic where you just couldn't bring yourself to read anything else for 2 weeks afterwards bc it was that impactful.

For me it was The Devil Inside by Ursus_minor. Maybe it was just my mental state at the time, maybe it was Night Shift by Lucy Dacus playing in the background during the plot twist, maybe it's the fact that it was never finished and the writer disappeared off the face of the earth, maybe all the above, but that heartbreak still feels so real to me whenever I think about 😭

All this to say, send me your angstiest fics, I need to feel something.

#loops wants to feel something #Loops has one more month left in the semester then she will be back to her regularly scheduled shit posting every hour on the hour #Loops queueueueueueue #queue me up scotty #loki #loki laufeyson #loki series #loki fanfic #loki fluff #loki imagine #loki mcu #loki x reader #marvel loki #loki x you #mcu loki #lokius #loki angst #loki hurt/comfort

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rosadellic · 9 months

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Nightmare At 20,000 Feet | The Twilight Zone

#horroredit #tvedit #the twilight zone #william shatner #gifs #60sedit #*#mine #queue me up scotty

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samevans-wmu · 1 month

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Thank GOD we've got the day off from classes! I would've been completely useless today if we had to attend 'em. How did Spring Break treat all you guys? Feel like we were there for only 2 seconds and I miss it already.

#wmustarter #queue me up scotty

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byebyelullabye · 2 years

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seven ~ b.b

benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

benedict bridgerton had been the age of seven the day he met y/n l/n. seven hours later, he declared her his bride.

(inspired by forgive me, a fic by @benedictscanvas !! highly recommend you go read it!!)

a/n: first bridgerton fic!! i was inspired by the fic above but i changed some of the ages to make a bit more sense.

warning: really. really. really bAD wRITINGggg. im really unsure abt this bc im still figuring out my writing style and honestly idk how to write in a regency-like manner so pls feel free to spew feedback :) also im really sorry if this didn't really live up to the hype im still learning how to develop my own voice etc etc so feedback is all the more appreciated <3

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~ fifteen (part 2)

Benedict Bridgerton had been the age of seven the first time laid his eyes upon seven-year-old Y/n L/n.

It had not been expected. It began as an ordinary day, like any other. At least, as normal as it could be for a member of the great Bridgerton clan. So far there were only four Bridgerton children (though there was no doubt among the Ton there would be more to come): Antony (10), Benedict (7), Colin (3), and little baby Daphne who was turning a year old in just a few weeks.

Breakfast was served, in abundance of course, considering the hefty appetite of the growing Bridgerton boys. Colin would attempt to snatch a piece of pastry from one of his brother’s plates. Daphne would start crying in the middle of the meal, needing the comfort of her mother’s arms. Breakfast would end with full stomachs. Daphne was put to sleep. The boys ran off in different paths, in different pursuits. Then, Lady Bridgerton prepared the drawing room for her incoming guests.

Everyone remembered that day differently, apart from Daphne who barely knew anything at that age. Although Anthony would admit later on that he did not care enough to note any details because he thought it as just an ordinary day. But Benedict, second-born he was, always thought of that day he first saw an angel before his eyes.

When reminiscing upon that day, Benedict was ashamed to think he did not even notice her when he walked into the drawing room. She was there with her mother, Lady L/n. They had been invited by Lady Bridgerton for tea that day, because after all what else are you supposed to do with your charming new neighbors?

The L/n family, composed of Lord and Lady L/n along with their shy young daughter Y/n, spent much of their time traveling before deciding to settle their residence in Mayfair after careful consideration and a longing ache for stability and society. Lady Bridgerton heard about her family's new neighbors from the grapevine of the Ton but never saw them with her own eyes until a week later when they were all settled in the house. Knowing no one among their circle, Lady L/n reached out to the other mothers but was met with that certain brand of indifference that accompanies new change. Lady Bridgerton never tolerated such crass behaviour so she invited her new neighbor and her daughter to her home the next day.

Which leads to where they are now, in the drawing-room of the great Bridgerton House, peacefully sipping tea in between flowing waves of animated conversation between the two ladies. Y/n opted to hide behind her tea cup, now that she could no longer hide behind her mother’s skirt.

Benedict was not even supposed to be in the drawing room but nevertheless, he needed his pencils for his newfound hobby of sketching. Once he entered, however, his pencils were the last things on his mind.

Once his eyes landed on her, his heart raced. His cheeks reddened. His eyes widened. The world silenced. Without a word, thoughts of sketching flew out of his head as he immediately ran to her.

Because she spilled tea on her dress.

In all fairness, it was not her fault. Benedict's younger brother Colin had taken a habit of exploring every new place and every new person that he came upon. Thus, he wanted to startle the new presence in his home by pulling one of the stray locks of her hair. Immediately after, Colin sprinted out of the room to escape the wrath of his mother and brother.

Benedict ran to Y/n's side and kneeled on the ground to pick up the chipped teacup she dropped from the floor. He offered it to her in his outstretched hand.

Before he could scold his brother, Benedict looked into her eyes, and all the world outside them faded. Time slowed. He gasped. His mouth went dry as his jaw dropped. For a second, his heart stopped. Then, all he could hear in his ears was every breath he expelled from his lungs. Butterflies grew forth in his stomach, each wing beating in time with his pounding heart. As if hie eyes were a telescope focusing on a singular point, he gazed upon her and got lost inside the galaxies of her soft doe eyes staring back at him.

Then, she smiled.

Benedict Bridgerton was seven years old the day he fell in love with seven-year-old Y/n L/n.

She looked ethereal. As far as Benedict was concerned, she was ethereal. She wore her aura of warmth like a halo above her head. It glimmered like her eyes, illuminating her god-sculpted features. Her enchanting albeit shy smile shone and melted through his heart. He was in such a daze he could have sworn there were sparks when their fingertips grazed each other once she took the teacup.

He couldn't stop staring at her even if he tried. He didn't really try, anyways. As she stood, he continued to stare at her like a work of art from the first time he stepped foot inside a museum: full of awe, marveling and questioning how he, a mere mortal, was allowed to be in the presence of such beauty.

"Thank you", she whispered in a heavenly melodious voice that took his speech away.

Benedict remained kneeling on the ground before her. Nothing in the world could have stopped him from gaping at her. Not even his own mother, who took hold of his chin to close his mouth. Lady Bridgerton hid her smirk and the twinkle in her eyes behind a well-placed cup of tea as he ran off to compose himself. Lady L/n shared the same look as she took a sip of tea, mirroring Lady Bridgerton's expression.

Y/n was quiet for the rest of the conversation between her mother and Benedict’s. She hadn't touched her cup of tea or any of the pastries laid out. Her eyes wandered all over the drawing room as she tried to amuse herself. She wanted to be interested in her mother's conversation but she did not have the patience for it. Her expression of exponential boredom was painted all over her face and both mothers took notice of this.

“Miss L/n, would you like to play with some of my children? I just had a daughter and I'm afraid she’s still too young to be playing but I’m sure my sons would enjoy your company. Perhaps in the garden?”, Lady Bridgerton asked Y/n, eyeing Benedict who was poorly hiding behind an antique vase, while Y/n's mother brushed away the stray curl Colin pulled on.

Benedict saw her eyes light up, even from afar.

“Please, Mother, may I? Please?”, Y/n pleaded with her mother as she clasped her hands together.

“I do not see any reason why not.” Lady L/n answered cooly, catching Lady Bridgerton's eye.

Without another word, Y/n ran out of the room. She stopped to look at the wide hall and marveled at the art of the house. The arching roof. The cream-painted walls. The elegant curve of the staircase. Her gaze roamed all over as she buzzed excitedly. Eventually, her eyes landed on Benedict who had done nothing to stop hiding nor moved an inch away. His cheeks reddened when she found him, adamantly refusing to look her in the eye.

"Why are you hiding?", she asked him as she stepped closer to examine him, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

He cleared his throat and did his best to meet her gaze, "'m sorry, a gentleman is not supposed to stare."

"You were staring at me? Why? Is there something on my face?" She worried, panic rising in her voice.

"Oh no! Your face is fine", he assured her, "You have a very nice face", he looked back down at the ground after the reality of his afterthought caught up to him.

Y/n stayed quiet for a while, unable to look at him. It is unfortunate that Benedict wasn't able to catch her giddy smile.

"... Thank you", she smiled. For the second time that day, Benedict's heart stopped.

Once he recovered his voice, he apologized. "'m sorry 'bout my brother. He does that to everyone. I hope he didn't tug on your hair too tight."

"I am fine. I'm just glad the lock didn't fall off my head", she said before trailing off. Once she turned her back to him, Benedict came out of his corner. She turned back, however, Benedict was speechless again.

"Can you show the house? At least the playroom? Your mother told me you have gardens" she shyly asked with a small smile.

Benedict held out his hand and she took it as he led her up the stairs. He turned his head so she would not see the tomato red blush blanketing his cheeks. They walked up the stairs quietly, Y/n trailing behind and neither pair of eyes meeting to preserve their coloring.

They were halfway through the steps when mischief struck. Benedict's two brothers, Anthony and Colin (from earlier) saw the entire interaction from the top of the stairs. They were devilish little buggers, as their father would say. So what else do you expect them to do but push Y/n down the stairs as they ran past her?

Benedict was furious. The pair of them reveled in the annoyance of the middle brother and with Y/n’s appearance that day, it attracted their mischief like flies to honey. Benedict helped Y/n to her feet and grabbed her hand to run up the stairs, lest they should run into his brothers again.

Unfortunately, he missed Y/n’s giddy smile again with his insistent running. Not to worry, she smiled all the while they played throughout the day and throughout the garden.

It wasn't until a few hours after (seven hours to be precisely exact) Y/n and her mother had left that Benedict realized he never got her name. That evening, he turned and asked his mother.

"Mother, who was she?"

She looks up from her embroidery. "Who, darling?"

"The angel" He didn't hesitate to answer.

His words caught the attention of everyone in the drawing-room at the present moment. Upon hearing him, they all froze and turned their heads in his direction. (Everyone except Little Colin who was preoccupied with a plate full of cookies). His father, on the other hand, looked up from his newspapers and turned to his wife who smiled knowingly.

"What angel?" His father asked with a curious tone and narrowed eyes.

"The one who visited today", Benedict insisted.

"The one who spilled tea on her dress?", Anthony cheekily inquired before taking a biscuit.

Benedict was about to lunge at his older brother's smug face when Anthony quickly replied, "Because if she's clumsy enough to spill tea on her dress, I don't think she's an angel at all."

"She is an angel! She's too pretty to be like us!" Stomped Benedict exasperatedly.

His father adds pensively, “Perhaps she fell from the heavens.”

“Like she fell down the stairs?” Anthony continued to annoy his younger brother. Like ten-year-olds tend to do.

“You and Colin made her fall down the stairs! That wasn’t her fault!” Benedict continued to stomp his tiny foot.

"Calm down, dear." His mother soothed him as he sat across from her.

"Benedict, why do you want to know her name anyway?" His father inquired as he folded his newspaper.

Benedict stayed quiet before shyly answering. "Well, I simply want to know what to call her the next time I see her."

"What makes you think you are going to be seeing her again?”, Anthony pipes up.

"Darling, how long were our new neighbors here? Weren't they here for hours?" Lord Bridgerton turns to his wife after she shakes her head no, "Benedict, the girl was here for hours and you never asked for her name? Does she know yours?"

"Father, I was too distracted!" Benedict admitted embarrassedly. "She smiled at me!"

His mother, his only ally, answered to her eldest son and husband, “Well, Anthony, my love, I found her mother delightful and I have no doubt that we shall be great friends. Also, we are neighbors, after all. Why Benedict never asked for her name, I have no idea”

“Mother, not you too!" The world spun around too fast for his liking. With an angel appearing before him and his family relentlessly teasing him for his reaction to seeing an angel before him, he was lightheaded.

Out of all the excitement rushing through his veins (or the sour of the moment), Benedict loudly proclaimed, "I am going to visit her tomorrow!”

Once again, the room fell silent. Knowing glances were exchanged between his parents. Anthony kept his smug smirk on his face and Coin continued to eat, oblivious to the conversation of his family around him.

“Dearest, why are you going to her house?", his mother slyly asked.

"Because I want to see her!"

Anthony remarks, "Why?"

"Because I want to see her again!"

"Why?", Anthony repeats.

"So I can talk to her!"

Colin mimicked his brother, asking, "Why?"

Then, Benedict hesitated. A few beats of silence preceded his carefully chosen next words, "...So I can court her…"

At this point, his father had already resigned from the conversation but upon the faithful words, his attention was pulled toward his second son once again.

"Now, why on Earth would you do that?"

Benedict was now beyond exasperated. His head looked like a boiling tea kettle, with the fumes smoking out of his ears and the blood boiling in his face for an entirely different reason from before.

"BECAUSE I AM GOING TO MARRY HER!"

Clack!

Lady Bridgerton dropped her cup of tea.

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loopsisloops · 2 months

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Loki in Season 1 vs Loki in Season 2

#loki #loki laufeyson #mcu loki #mcu #loki series #tom hiddleston #loki season 2 #queue me up scotty #queued post

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shamelesslymkp · 2 months

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REC: AKelaNakamura - Lock The Last Open Door - Danny Phantom [Archive of Our Own]

URL: https://ift.tt/xF3q2ak by @akela-nakamura

Amity Park doesn't exist. That's the official line.

On the surface, it would appear that Amity Park truly didn't. But the more Batman digs, the less true that seems. You add the fact that there's an unconscious teenager in the Batcave's Medbay that begged for his help and Batman smells a coverup. Amity Park may not exist on paper, but Batman won't let that stop him from saving it.

Tucker's on his last legs. The escape out of Amity took everything he had and of all the places to land in, he finds himself in Gotham. Through a bit of creative hacking and desperation, he manages to find the reclusive Batman, only to babble about needing help and passing out at the man's feet. He just has to convince Batman that ghosts exist and that his entire town is in danger. Easy, right? (Words: 55,723)

!!!fandom, !!fic, |site:ao3, +fandom:danny.phantom, +fandom:batman.-.all.media.types, ::rating:mature, ::category:gen, relationship:danny.fenton.&.tucker.foley.&.sam.manson, relationship:batfamily.members.&.tucker.foley, ~ao3:amity.park.under.siege, ~ao3:giw, ~ao3:batfamily.(dcu).feels, ~ao3:crossover, ~ao3:crossovers.&.fandom.fusions, ~ao3:halfa.jason.todd, ~ao3:amity.park.doesn't.exist, ~ao3:allegedly, ~ao3:dp.x.dc, ~ao3:amity.park.is.liminal, ~ao3:casper.high.(danny.phantom), ~ao3:pov.tucker.foley, ~ao3:the.angst.is.coming, ~ao3:angst, ~ao3:everlasting.trio, ~ao3:blood.and.gore, ~ao3:ghosts.have.ectoplasm.instead.of.blood.(danny.phantom), ~ao3:gore, ~ao3:graphic.injury, ~ao3:ghost.cores.(danny.phantom), ~ao3:guys.in.white.capture.danny.fenton, ~ao3:guys.in.white.organization.(danny.phantom), ~ao3:ecto-contaminated.|.liminal.amity.park.residents.(danny.phantom), ~author:akelanakamura

#i eat fic for breakfast #fic recs #via:pinboard #schrödinger's content warnings #queue me up scotty #goddamnit ifttt

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thepathnottrekked · 16 hours

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Spock/Nyota Uhura, Pavel Chekov & James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock & Hikaru Sulu & Nyota Uhura, James T. Kirk & Spock, Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Crew of the Starship Enterprise & James T. Kirk Characters: Spock (Star Trek), James T. Kirk, Nyota Uhura, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Hikaru Sulu, Pavel Chekov, Christine Chapel, Gaila (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Jewish Character, Jewish James T. Kirk, Jewish Spock (Star Trek), anti-semitism (mentioned and past), illogical fears, Allusions to Tarsus IV, as in you know why he's like this but no one else does, Slice of Life, starships are full of gossip, that is an actual plot point, possible mckirk preslash Series: Part 1 of VaYehi Summary:

Every starship Captain has their quirks. This is less about Kirks, and more about what lies at the heart of it.

In which Jim has his secrets, McCoy is overprotective, the crew learns something new, and Spock is curious. Of course he is.

#star trek aos #anti semitism #jewish spock #jewish james t kirk #tarsus iv #and all the implications that follow #spirk #james t kirk #spock #enterprise crew featured #queue me up scotty

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themermaidriot · 24 days

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Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me, The Carriage held but just Ourselves, And Immortality.

#cyberpunk 2077 #virtual photography #my vp #queue me up scotty #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #cyberpunk2077 #oc: venus #photomode #cyberpunk 2077 mods #my virtual photography #videogamewomen #fem v #fem v oc #female v #cyberpunk oc #virtual photographer things #oc art

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idol--hands · 10 months

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Captain Data: “I am experiencing overwhelming stress.”

Idol ⭐️ Hands: note, I believe Data is modeling himself after Captain Sisko’s style of leadership here — as earlier, Sisko, laughed at Commander Data’s suggestion to consult Starfleet’s admirals before heading into a potentially fabric-of-reality-altering situation. As text is smaller below (a two-page spread), I’ve transcribed the dialog.

Acting Captain Data: Ensign Sato, broadcast Starfleet evacuation codes to all affected planets with my over-ride authorization.

Ensign Sato (the Andorian): Yes, sir.

Acting Captain Data: Additionally, broadcast the sub space frequencies of all nearby Starfleet vessels so they can be coordinated with directly.

Ensign Sato: Help is on the way!

Acting Captain Data: Lieutenant Descheeni, reassign all personnel from sciences and research to communications and telemetry. Transfer display protocols rather than physically relocating staff.

Lt. Descheeni: Clever, Captain.

Acting Captain Data: Simply necessary, Lieutenant. They will assist in efforts by Ensign Sato to coordinate evacuating in local language and custom as well as aid Ensign T’lr’s upcoming calculations.

Ensign T’lr (the Vulcan): Speaking of which, sir. I have a trajectory that might allow us to alter the course of the creature slightly by affecting their warp field stability, like a gentle nudge.

It will not change where they are going, but it should affect less inhabited systems.

Acting Captain Data: That is acceptable. Execute. And, Mr. Paris?

Lt. Paris: Don’t gotta tell me what to do, Captain. I’m the first human to ever achieve trans warp flight. I can handle the turbulence. The problem is going to be keeping up.

I can feel the engines, Commander. They’re not up to this.

Acting Captain Data: Mr. Scott, to address this, please activate the the Theseus’ classified propulsion system.

Chief Engineer Scott: I dinnae know what you’re talking ab—

Acting Captain Data: I looked over your design as soon as I was assigned, sir. It is incumbent on a first officer to know everything about his ship.

And while such a classified marker would no doubt deter most, my best friend is a decorated warp drive engineer. And so I was able to infer the use of the redacted capsules near each of the Theseus’ warp nacelles.

I was also able to infer that they were classified because they were, in fact, not yet working.

Chief Engineer Scott: Aye. Torres tried to get it working for months, but the containment frequencies never held.

Lt. Paris: Wait, B’elanna Torres? Like, my wife, B’elanna Torres? This was her little ‘side project’?

Chief Engineer Scott (on speaker): Aye, laddie. She said if you behaved, she’d let ye design the Bridge canopy.

Acting Captain Data: I have just relayed to you containment frequencies that I believe will solve the problem.

Chief Engineer Scott: It...it works. My God...

Acting Captain Data: No, Mr. Scott. Simply an android. Now, if you would be so kind, please take the vessel to transwarp.

Chief Engineer Scott: Way ahead of ye, Captain. But one little correction...like I always said, transwarp’s nothing but a dead end.

We call this little beauty...proto-warp!

Acting Captain Data: “I am experiencing pride.”

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