gintama spinoffs i need in the anniversary announcements:
kaientai fucking around in space
kiheitai and 7th division plotting world destruction fucking around in space
takamagahara host club backstory
anime centering entirely around those 2 siblings from episode 333 life death and shades
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sneak peek: untitled Americanized 28 Days Later bethyl fic
“HELLO?!”
And once again, Beth was met with nothing but dreadful silence.
She heaved a sigh and began trekking up the seventh set of stairs, her thighs aching and her legs heavy. Daryl made a frustrated sound and passed by her, murmuring under his breath so she couldn’t decipher his words as he took the lead towards the next landing. She followed numbly.
What if there wasn’t anything at all waiting for them at the top? What if he’d been right all along, and all they ended up finding was another empty apartment? Or a sight similar to her dad’s bedroom back at the farm? Had she really fought so hard just to waste their time chasing after something that was too good to be true?
Did it even matter, though? Was it truly wasting time when everything else they did every single day was nothing more than killing time? Was it any worse than sleeping in an abandoned Journeys night after night and trekking through the same empty streets day after day?
At least she’d know. At least she could say she’d fucking tried.
And then, halfway up the ninth set of stairs with Daryl half a staircase ahead of her, an ominous sound reached their ears. It echoed through the stairwell, reverberating loudly throughout the lobby below.
The screams of the infected. The messy and clustered shuffling of feet, immediately followed by the clang and clatter of multiple hands against metal—bodies upon bodies shoving and forcing their way through, clambering desperately over the mountain of shopping carts. Metal clashing against metal as the giant obstacle slowly disentangled and fell apart. Heavy, purposeful footsteps hitting the stairs. Climbing up and up. Straight towards Beth and Daryl.
They both recognized it at the same time, and Daryl whipped his head around to meet her gaze with the same wide-eyed look of shock that was surely mirrored on her own face. She spared no more than a second to glance over the railing of the stairs, down towards the way they’d come—she could already see the shadowed forms of several infected racing up the stairs, screaming and flailing their arms, outreached for something they could only smell and hear.
“Fuck!” Daryl cursed, picking up speed as he climbed the stairs ahead of her.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” Beth gasped out, forcing herself to climb the stairs after him even faster, desperate to catch up. Her legs were already burning and aching from the climb.
But she could hear the infected barely three floors below, trailing behind and rapidly catching up. Their feet pounded loudly on the stairs, their wails echoing throughout the entire building. The adrenaline kicked in and she sped up, but it was no use.
She was still an entire staircase behind Daryl, and he was only climbing quicker and quicker. Without her.
She glanced back over her shoulder as she reached the eleventh landing and, to her horror, saw the first of the infected leading the pack, rounding the corner at the landing just two floors below—eyes red, face covered in blood, legs pumping. She looked forward again and saw Daryl further ahead. He hadn’t even spared her a glance backward.
“Daryl—wait!” She cried out. “Wait for me! Please! Please! Don’t leave me!”
His only response was, “C’mon! Hurry up!”
Her legs pumped harder, pushing her up the stairs and after him. Another staircase. Then another. And still, another after that. When would it end? Would they ever be safe?
She could hear the infected gaining on her, so much faster than she could ever be, their screams growing louder, their footsteps growing closer.
Was Daryl going to leave her behind? Was he really going to sacrifice her for his own safety?
Could she really blame him if he did?
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finally saw the last episode of his dark materials with my sister today, and... seeing it all on a proper tv screen instead of my ancient laptop this time around, there was a lump in my throat before the opening credits even finished... and yes, i was in tears once again as soon as they were revisiting the bench at midsummer...
at least i wasn’t as much of a weeping mess as i was the first time i saw it. i think it helps when you’ve got someone next to you asking you questions every so often to clarify things (curse you bbc, for making so much dialogue too quiet to hear fully!). and also, i’m recovering from a winter virus, so any pathetic sniffling on my part during farewell scenes was handwaved away as sickness instead of... you know. crying over two fictional children.
(and now, all there is to do is... wait to see if the book of dust gets adapted for tv, too!!)
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