Torchwood (2006-2011)

Echo 1x05: Maya | Reservation Dogs 2x09: Offerings

the feminine urge to be gripped tight and raised from perdition

My boy and I are wholly monogamous and far too prone to jealousy to execute this fantasy irl, BUT. We might have giggled over the idea of sharing a cute subby thing.

We could do such a fun little good dom/bad dom routine...

My boy pulling on my leash and telling me "Go easy on 'em, sweetheart. You don't wanna break them yet."

Hearing him whisper sweet comforts to a pretty thing while I pound them into the mattress with my strap. My sweet boy smoothing their hair back after I slap them around a little.

Just a sweet thing we can treat like our fucktoy <3

Cis ppl dni / Trans fags only

i think what qbagi and qbbh fail to understand is that it is not as simple as “snapping cellbit out of it.” i don’t think they can help him until they understand what the “it” is. i know qbbh will take note of this though when he gets the chance to actually see qcellbit in this familiar state. in turn, i think for qbagi it makes perfect sense to perceive her brother as insane at this moment because to the outside eye.. he is! he’s killing & eating people without a care in the world. from what qbagi has experienced in her life this is not normal, she was a cop for christ’s sake. of course, she's going to think everything qcellbit is doing is wrong. and i don't blame her she's spent her entire life searching for her twin brother only to finally find him and then seemingly be the cause of his snapping point. all she wants is to get that sense of home and interconnection back. she wants her brother. and i can’t fault her for that. but what she fails to truly deeply understand is that this is HIS normal. it was not a state of insanity for him. for the majority of his life, this was the only way to survive. it is not insanity when you’re being actively hunted down by others and your life is constantly on the line. you don’t get the option to talk it out. you don’t get the option to tell the man pointing a sword at your heart that you have a family. it’s kill or be killed point blank. he’s not in some blinded rage where he’s not properly thinking in fact he is very much thinking. he hasn’t gone insane he’s just reverted to the one way he knows how to survive. the one way he feels will work in getting his loved ones off the island because he’s tried being nice, he’s tried playing their games, he’s tried following their rules, he’s tried everything and nothing seems to work. so if a couple of people need to die to ensure their safety, well, it’s nothing new. this is the only way he knows how to cope after months of fighting. i think the notion of “snapping someone out of it” completely undermines the complexity of what someone could be feeling & experiencing in their mind. in short, the federation workers may have families but so does he. so humanity be damned and may the last one standing win.

"You gotta be nice, kid."

Wayne's voice is stern, serious. Eddie puffs his chest and crosses his arm. It feels like he's 7 years old refusing to go to bed.

"That guy is useless," Eddie says. It's impossible that Wayne can't see it. 

"He's learning. That was you once."

"Yeah, but I was never that clueless. He looks like he has never held a tool in his hand."

Wayne clicks his tongue and frowns at Eddie. 

"Because I taught you how to fix cars since you were little. He's just learning it now. You gotta be patient, kid."

"I just don't get it."

"What is it that you don't get?" Wayne looks at him. Ever since Eddie remembers that was how Wayne deals with anything. He listens and he talks about it. It's very different from the way his daddy used to deal with things and Eddie's grateful every day for Wayne.

"We don't need the help, Wayne. We're doing just fine on our own, why do we need to let Steve Harrington, of all people, help us in the shop?"

"Because," Wayne says and his expression softens a little. "Sometimes other people need the help."

Eddie huffs out but he nods. 

"Fine, I'll be nice. But he better not get in my way."

Wayne smiles and there's something behind it, like he knows something Eddie doesn't.

"I'm sure you kids will get along just fine."

Okay but. Hob's a human with a presumably human-standard memory. And there's the thing where your memory of a real place or person can be overwritten by your looking at photographs of it or them, until you no longer remember anything as it was but only the representation of it. 

A Hob who no longer has clear visual memory of his first few hundred years, not the everyday stuff. Maybe some major events he remembers clearly, his Stranger, some of his deaths, moments of social change. But not what it was like to walk down the street, what things smelled like, what houses were like. It's blurry. 

And then it's the age of movie, and it's not blurry anymore, people are making representations of his past but he knows there's something wrong with it. The colours are wrong somehow but he can't say why. But that's the new framing he has and it does get into his own recollections, turning his history into the drab thing this current era would make of it. It's immensely frustrating and he can't express it to anyone. 

His Stranger comes back, and he's just as Hob remembers him at least. And suddenly, his dreams are bright with his true history. 

Ok I GUESS I’ll post my Psychonauts doodles.

Phoebe and Quentin are intern age in these little doodles, around 17. I have many thoughts about them. Anyways!

ok something i just realized is how a lot of kieran's pokemon share his yellow eyes?? or just generally resemble him a lot??

these guys all have his yellow eyes, and gliscor also looks a lot like him in general

and this might be me reaching but for nosepass it could be his hair??? not sure on him or poliwrath or yanmega, (though they do genuinely remind me of action figures/steriotypical "boy toys" but idk)

THEN in indigo disk this trend continues!!

porygon-z, hydrapple, and incineroar all share his yellow eyes again, and grimmsnarl looks like his hair

though, again, im not sure about politoed or dragonite, though they do look similarly round and softer in general......

these are most likely just duh observations because im sure the same could be said for MANY other trainers, but just wantet to point it out !!

Michael headcanon:

Michael Shelley had long hair. (Most people agree on that.) After the Distortion became Michael, it tried to cut its hair to look at least a bit less like Michael Shelley. (Because, you know, incarnation of its failure and stuff.) But that would only work on his human-like form, its distorted form would always keep the long hair, no matter what it tried. So eventually it gave up.

Alec: It’s the gift that keeps giving!  Will: It’s the flower that keeps blooming!  Jem: It’s the boat that keeps sailing!  Annabel: It’s the serial killer that keeps stabbing!

Scene that just happened in my head:

Chang: Why am I not invited to the wedding? Aren't I your friend?!

Troy: Well...not exactly

Chang: Proven homophobic by the homophobe prover!

Troy: I'm literally marrying a man

Chang: That doesn't count, everyone wants Abed!

*Abed walks in just as he is saying this*

How about

Angels who's halos are ironically huge erogenous zones, and demons who's favorite game is to not only teach them, but do it in the most twisted and delicious of ways. Imagine a demon taking an angel's halo, the very touch near making them tremble

And the demon reforms it, taunting, "It'll make a perfect cock ring!"

has anyone mentioned the parallel between grian winner of 3rd life and subsequent first death of last life vs. martyn winner of limited life and subsequent first death of secret life

HHNGG there's so many good ones for the whump drabble challenge!! Hmm okay, what about 87. Overworked! <3

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Also this isn't going to be 100 words gahhshds I'm only partly doing the challenge 😭

Overworked

Leon's head is pounding, the overhead lights blaring painfully into the back of his eyes as he sips at his coffee and tries to force himself to focus on the mission report he's typing up. It's been a long day--the report is due 48 hours after extraction, no exceptions--and an even longer month, a slew of punishing missions leaving him sore and exhausted. The only reason he's not still out in the field are the cracks in his ribs, but it's far from the only injury he's sustained in the past week. Advil can't take away the ache of his recently-dislocated shoulder, tied up in a sling because he can't even move it without getting nauseous, nor can it dull the throbbing lines of stitches holding claw marks closed on his back.

It takes him a long time to finish and hit the print button, frustration and a yawning emptiness making it difficult to care whether or not it even makes sense. His head throbs as Leon rises to his feet, stepping out into the office to pick up from the printer--only for Hunnigan to step into his space the moment he's outside, looking just as tired as he is.

"Can you sign these project forms for R&D? They need them for Monday, but it would be best if you could get them done ASAP. Did you finish your report?" She hands him a new stack of papers, all tiny print and official jargon that will no doubt strain his already blurry eyesight until he can barely see straight. That's how it always goes.

"Yes." Leon tries not to get irritated, and fails. His head throbs sharply. He grits his teeth when she continues.

"Good. I also need you to look over updated SOP before my supervisor gets after me for it, and I've emailed you an old report from last year that was apparently missing a few details." She sighs. "You forgot to date it properly, again. Director wants a rewrite."

"What?" Leon frowns, struggling to control his tone. There's something filling the back of his throat with acid, headache jamming fresh spikes into his skull. "That's--I still have to go over that report from Wisconsin. I won't have time today."

"I know, but they want this done yesterday, and there's only so much that I can put off. There's a new online training module, too, on the updated office software--"

"Hunnigan, I don't fucking care!"

Leon regrets it the moment it's out, eyes widening as he realizes that his hands have curled into fists, chest heaving and heart thundering under his ribs. Hunnigan just looks stunned, the concern that's already bleeding into her expression putting something desperate and sharp in Leon's throat. The inexplicable urge to cry itches behind his eyes, but he forces it down, aware that his entire body is trembling. Around them, other DSO workers stare.

"I--sorry," Leon stammers, running an anxious hand through his hair. "Just...let me--"

He turns on his heel to dart back into his office, not bothering to close the door since he knows Hunnigan is on his tail anyways. He plants his hands on his desk as she follows him inside and closes the window blinds, glancing up as she shifts closer and wordlessly puts a hand on his back. The wound beneath pangs lightly, and Leon can't hide his flinch.

"I'm sorry," he says raggedly, voice cracking.

"It's okay. Why don't you sit down? You're shaking, Leon." Hunnigan doesn't wait for an answer, nudging him towards his chair until Leon sinks into it gratefully, clutching his skull against the ache. He can't stifle a groan. He feels Hunnigan drape something over his shoulders, and it takes him a moment to crack open his eyes and recognize it as her blazer. She's looking at him, worried.

"I'm fine," he croaks, to which Hunnigan shakes her head.

"No. How bad is it? I haven't had time to coerce medical into giving me your file."

"I'm just tired."

"You're not." Hunnigan shoots him a softer look. "Let me get you some water and I'll call you a taxi. If you're done the report, the rest can wait. I'd rather have you recovering than working yourself to the bone."

"Hunnigan--"

"I won't let you do this to yourself, Leon. They're working you hard for a reason--don't let them win."

Weirdass question but I feel like I need to have some kind of fandom based discussion or I'll go nuts...

If you had a couple of minutes with the Phantom Blot for some reason, what would you say or do?