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chefkids · 2 months

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Wondering if you have any thoughts on the symbolism of “our mother of victory” line between the siblings. Not sure if it has any meaning behind just reflecting their (probably) catholic upbringing, but I don’t trust anything in this show to not have further meaning so wondering what smarter minds out there mean…

Our Mother of Victory, Pray for Us

The root of this is in the saying Our Lady of Victory, Pray for Us, which comes from a battle that the Catholics won against the Ottoman Turks. It is often used as a prayer before big event, Notre Dame football team says it before football games for good luck. Adding mother instead of Lady places their mother, Donna, in comparison to a literal Saint, the Virgin Mary. Which is ironic and part of their inside joke because as we know she is far from a Saint.

But I actually think this is a reference to a John Hughes movie called The Great Outdoors, a movie about bear attacks believe it or not. In the opening scene the say Our Lady of Victory, Pray for Us.

We already know Chris Storer has said Hughes movies are a big source of inspiration, specifically in season 2. He included songs from movies like Pretty in Pink, National Lampoons Vacation, and he even gave Kevin McCalliper McCallister from Home Alone a shout out.

Yes. Even more Bears and Fish. So bear with me.

The Great Outdoors is about a family from Chicago that goes on a trip to a cabin and the mother's sister and her husband, who they don't really get along with, invite themselves on the trip. At the start of the movie the dad tells them all a scary story about a man eating bear that he saw through the window and shot at but is still on the loose.

The Bear also starts off with a man going face to face with a bear. The bulk of the movie is about the two families not getting along, but by the end of it, the mythological bear appears and chases them into their cabin and attacks them, but they end up scaring it away and then they all get along and things work out between them.

The first Bear attack after their prayer was with Mikey and Donna

The second Bear attack was with Carmy

But this time, they were actually victorious. Because of Sydney. She managed to get the Bear away from them so they could keep going.

She is their miracle. Right before Sydney ever appeared there was a Virgin Mary figure. Sydney is always portrayed like Mary with light behind her, even with her hair always covered and in blue and white. Mikey is viewed as a Jesus like figure, he died so that they could all fix their sins and the restaurant. He is this ghostly figure whose memory is everywhere. Sydney and Mikey tied together, and she is the one that takes on his last words. Let it rip.

Carmy views Syd as a miracle, he could barely even look at her when he said it. Finding the money in the tomato cans was a miracle, it allowed her to come back and be with him. Her coming to work for him in the first place was a miracle, she came in at the perfect time when he needed her the most. Their Mother of Victory was not their mother at all, but Sydney.

#the bear #the bear meta #sydcarmy #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #the bear fx #john hughes #the great outdoors

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disco-troy · 1 year

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I feel like people who don't watch titans don't understand what its like to watch titans. like "its bad" no you don't understand

Jason kills a man and then roleplays with prostitutes to apologize

amazing ms anne diop STEALS THE SHOW

You get to a scene where you're expecting a big final confrontation and then Dick's just hit by a car. end scene. he spends 5 minutes in the hospital, moving on -

made me sad about HANK FUCKING HALL dying not ONCE BUT TWICE!! HANK HALL!!

raven leaves for an ENTIRE season to bring Donna back to life, has an episode where she comes to term with Donna death THE B-PLOT OF THE SAME EPISODE IS DONNA DECIDING TO COME BACK TO LIFE

The reason Donna decides to go back to life is that Tim's mad his death wasn't cool enough he wants to try again

Tim proceeds to spend every other fight scene curled up in a corner or hiding behind a strong woman preferably both

The have the literal most comic accurate Joey I've seen in my life in an adaptation an extremely relatable version of Kom that is super sympathetic to her, they work with themes like family and shared trauma and change things to make parallels between characters

Gar turns into a bat and dunks Dicks body into the lazurus pit

superboy mpreg

The cutest possible DickKory and THE BEST GAR I LOVE U SO MUCH

15 year old pretending to be the red hood and its funny but its also so sad

we interrupt this show to tell you that DICK IS A BOTTOM WHO WAS IN A MASOCHISTIC DOM/SUB RELATIONSHIP WITH JINX. okay u can continue

Babs and Joey are played by disabled actors

Donna dies by an electrical cable falls on her. Amazonian strength? never heard of her

They hype up trigon for all of season one and then spend 5 dollars on his CGI

Deathstroke comes back as a zombie and gets decapitated ❤️🥰🥰. Proceeds to stick his head back on 👎👎

Dick's legal name is Dick. Richard? never heard of her

an incredibility nuanced view of Kom and Kory's relationship in a way that pulls from the comics and changes a lot while keeping much of the same themes in a way that makes this show act like an excellent foil that enriches the original source material, especially in relation to their parents and mirroring countless side plots

at some point scarecrow gets jason high and dances an u just... watch i guess

Gar can only turn into a tiger for 3 seasons but then the show feels bad so he turns into a virus

There is no god or coherency in titans, the quality fluctuates widely from seconds of the show, its the best adaptation of the titans that has ever come out they tease a road trip EVERY SEASON and we have not had A SINGLE ROAD TRIP EPISODE

AND PEOPLE SAY ITS A BAD SHOW????? HOW CAN YOU CALL THIS BAD U DONT UNDERSTAND U DONT UNDERSTAND

#titans #titans 2018 #dick grayson #kory #starfire #i love my trash show 🥰🥰🥰#garfield logan #rachel roth #dc titans #titans hbo

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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@ilovepadme : Ok! So I have two ideas:

1. Y/n somehow convinces the lords, Miranda, and the daughters to go on a vacation traveling by airplane (*shudders*) to Las Vegas.

2. The ladies of re8 reacting to their s/o giving them a massage;

If you do decide to respond to this then please take you time! I know how hard it is to balance life and requests so I don’t want you feeling any pressure. If not, I hope you have a great week and take care of yourself

Haha these are great ideas, thank you my friend! Please don’t feel like you’re pressuring me (I get really excited when I see an ask in my inbox!) I’ll make another post for the second idea, but here’s what I have for the Vegas trip. Let’s get into it!

Y/N: *Almost vibrating from excitement, calls everyone in for a family meeting* Alright, everybody! I got us all tickets to go to Sin City!

Mother Miranda: *Stops sipping her tea* Y/N, I don’t like that. The devil lives there.

Y/N: *Mutters under their breath* You’re the devil.

Donna: *Lightly slaps Y/N’s arm, whispers to them* Be nice.

Y/N: *Groans* I’m talking about Las Vegas, y'all! You can gamble and they have all you can eat buffets with huge shrimp and stuff!

Mother Miranda: *Crosses her arms* I reiterate. It sounds like hell.

Sal: Huge… Shrimp?? To play with, or…?

Y/N: No! To eat, Sal!

Sal: *Horrified* Shrimp are my friends! I don’t wanna go!

Alcina: I need a vacation. We’re going.

Everyone: *Doesn’t want to piss her off, resigned to their fate*

Y/N: Yeah! It’s gonna be great!

On the airplane

Miranda and Angie: *Stuffed into Donna’s carry-on because Y/N didn’t buy enough plane tickets*

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Y/N: *Sobbing into Donna’s shoulder because they’re terrified of flying*

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Karl: *Rolling his eyes and patting Sal’s back as he throws up into an air sickness bag*

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The Dimi sisters: *Watching the in-flight movie in first class because they got upgraded, having the time of their lives*

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Alcina: *Sitting and pouting in the fucking cargo hold surrounded by animals and luggage because she’s too damn big*

In Las Vegas

Alcina: *Constantly gets stopped to take pictures with people because they think she’s some sort of street performer, kind of touched* Would you like that signed, draga?

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Angie: *Playing Blackjack, currently has 18*

Donna: Maybe you should stop, Angie? That’s pretty good, you’ll probably win.

Angie: *Ignores her* Hit me!

The dealer: *Deals a 3* 21!

Donna: Good job, Angie!

Angie: Hit me!

The dealer: *Confused, deals a 4* 25…

Donna: Damn it, Angie!

Angie: … Hit me!

Donna: *Smacks Angie into the wall*

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Mother Miranda: *Doesn’t understand how the slot machines work* So I just keep putting my money in?

Y/N: *Purposely feeding her bullshit* Yep! Put all your money in until you don’t have any left, then leave. If you win anything, the bellhops will bring it to your room!

Mother Miranda: This is great! *Puts like $1,000 into the machine, sees everybody else at the slots diligently playing* Losers! You don’t even know what you’re doing, ha! *Goes up to her room*

Y/N: *Rubs their hands together, cackling* Sucker! *Starts playing the machine Miranda dumped her money into, wins $500 instantly*

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The Dimi sisters: *Eating literally all the food in sight at the hotel buffet, destroying everything*

The staff: *Panicking*

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Sal: *Swimming in the fountains outside the Bellagio Hotel* I deserve this…

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Karl: *Bought tickets to go see a Cher concert, bawling his eyes out to “Believe”, screeching the lyrics* Do YOuU BeliEEeEve in LiFe AfTer LoOOoVeeE!

Note: This turned fucking chaotic really fast

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neos-schlond-poofa · 2 months

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all i know since yesterday is everything has changed

MY FIRST REQUEST EVER!! in this LIFE CHANGING fic full of TWISTS and TURNS and indescribable VIOLENCE and HEARTBREAK, mc falls in love with eva's kindergarten teacher, donna beneviento, after somehow divorcing miranda. also posted on ao3!

for the amazing @isas-bathbombs :3

The first time MC stopped to talk to Donna was an afternoon in August, just to explain their current family situation. Apparently MC was in the process of a… very complicated divorce with their wife. MC rambled a bit about the whole affair; Donna didn’t get much about what they were saying. There was a lot of talk about control and sabotage and arguments and… crows?

She really didn’t get it, but MC wanted to make sure Donna would watch over their daughter, Eva, extra carefully during her classes. She was just a kindergartener, and this was her first year of public school. Previously, she was enrolled in a school literally made by her other mother. How does that even work? How rich were they?

It was a bit insane, but Donna appreciated the concern MC had for their child. Donna wasn’t a mother herself, but she did have her own child in the form of her niece Angie. It’s not like it was rare to see parents care for their kids; it would be concerning if they didn’t. But… Donna could tell MC had such a love for their child and really just wanted the best for her.

Donna didn’t expect to see MC that often. Of course, they would be there to pick up and drop off Eva for the days when they had her, but surely, MC wouldn’t directly talk to Donna that much, right?

Well.

The second time MC talked to Donna was when MC claimed that Eva lost her jacket at school and asked if she knew where it was.

It was mid-September. There had rarely even been a slightly chill day. Why would Eva have worn her jacket to school and lost it? Donna hadn’t even remembered seeing Eva with her jacket.

Was MC lying just to visit Donna? If that was the case, she was flattered. No other parent had ever done something like that to just talk to her. It was a nice change from the usual activities Donna was accustomed to.

They talked for a while until MC noticed the time. They waved goodbye to Donna and took Eva out, having seemingly forgotten about the jacket. Donna smiled as she saw the parent and child walk out of the room.

It was only a day until MC came to visit again. This time, for a much more trivial matter. They were interested in the color pencils Donna had used in her class; Eva had brought home an absolutely beautiful drawing that now lived on the fridge, with a cookie monster magnet holding it up. And MC was absolutely obsessed with the colors.

Donna learned that MC was an artist, at least an artist for fun. It had been their hobby for years and they began to pick it up again after the divorce. Donna told MC which brand she bought them from and even offered to give MC their very own pack. MC refused; they knew they were quite expensive, and Donna obviously didn’t make much as a kindergarten teacher.

And then the next day, MC returned. This time, during class, a bit during lunch. They stood at the end of class until the bell rang, watching Donna teach the class. They were able to see the care Donna put into her teaching. It was as if the students were plants, and she was helping them bloom into amazing people. Her patience, the soft tone in which she spoke to them, simply everything about her was just incredible to MC. Donna even seemed much more confident with the children as opposed to MC; she was definitely in her element in the classroom.

After the lunch bell rang, MC and Donna had a chat. MC just came to bring a field trip permission slip that they forgot to put in Eva’s bag. Donna thanked MC and said goodbye to them, but MC did not move. Instead, they just started asking Donna about everything.

Literally everything.

MC asked about her hobbies, why she became a kindergarten teacher, and, for some reason Donna did not know, if she was in a relationship of some sorts. Donna told MC about her favorite pastimes; she was a gardener and a dollmaker. In fact, multiple of the dolls that the students played with were made by Donna. She often took requests from the children, with most of the ones she did being based off of their favorite characters. MC could tell she really cared about all of the students she taught. It was absolutely a step-up from the teachers MC had before. They were glad Eva was in such good hands when they weren’t around. Donna also simply said that she became a kindergarten teacher because she cared about kids and wanted to help them grow; she was especially inspired by her niece that she adopted years ago, who didn’t have the best relationship with any of her teachers. And finally, Donna told MC the most information: she was single. Still, a really odd question… surely, MC didn’t have a crush, right? Who would love someone like her?

Donna decided to take her turn to ask a question. She asked something on the mind of every person MC talked to…

What does MC stand for?

MC opened their mouth, only for the bell to ring and a horde of kids rushed into the room. Donna had to quickly go back to teaching and said her farewells to MC. One day, she would find out what MC’s name stood for…

Donna thought about that conversation all day. A parent never went out of their way to talk to Donna like that. They all just viewed her as a good teacher, but quite an awkward person to try to have a conversation with. Maybe MC would visit again more, and they could grow their friendship.

MC did visit the next day, but this time to ask if they could be a chaperone for Eva’s field trip. Of course, Donna said yes; they were in desperate need of one actually. The former one they had apparently had a terrible break-up with some actress… she sounded pretty familiar, but MC couldn’t pinpoint who exactly it was. But, it really didn’t matter. Now MC was the chaperone! And they had a chance to hang out with a really cute and nice person.

And then, the next day, MC came, just to ask a few questions about the field trip. Useless questions really… it seemed just like they wanted to find reasons to talk to Donna. But, that couldn’t be the case. They were just trying to be prepared.

Hopefully, at least.

The idea of someone having interest in Donna was outlandish to her; she hadn’t gone on a date in years, and most people who interacted with her often ended up just finding her weird. And the last person she loved… . Maybe it was for the better that Donna didn’t try to find love. And maybe, MC just wanted to be nice, and didn’t like Donna that way.

Although, wouldn’t it be nice if they did?

MC was there every day of every week, always having an interesting conversation topic to talk to Donna about. And every day, the two got closer. It was a bit overwhelming for Donna; she wasn’t used to this much conversation out of what was needed. But, she enjoyed it. She enjoyed talking to someone so kind and thoughtful. It was a new part of her day, and she loved it.

But then one day, MC wasn’t there. They never arrived and Eva had just gotten picked up by one of her aunts.

It hurt. It really hurt Donna. She had looked forward to it all day, and then no one was there. Just like all the times before. She was so stupid for believing MC had an interest in her.

Donna requested a substitute for the next day of school. Maybe it was a bit stupid to miss a day of work over a relationship that was strictly just meetings at school. Maybe it was stupid to get so invested. Maybe it was stupid to even fall in love.

The bed became all Donna knew over the weekend, with her niece occasionally visiting to check up on her. At least someone had still cared.

Donna’s depressive episode was interrupted when she heard an unfamiliar knock at the door. It definitely wasn’t her niece; she had her own key. Donna didn’t order anything too… maybe it was one of those weird religious groups trying to recruit her for something? Or a survey taker? Definitely not anyone important.

But the knocking persisted, and Donna had no choice but to put on her coat and go to the door. Slowly but surely, she dragged herself and looked through the window first, just wanting to see who it was.

It was MC. With a huge bouquet of flowers. There were roses, tulips, lilies, and more, all a dark, beautiful red. And a huge smile on their face.

Donna instantly opened the door, her emotions a mix of sadness, anger, confusion, and enamorment. Why did MC not visit yesterday? Did they really care that much to find her house with a bunch of lovely flowers? How did they even find her house?

Words started pouring out of MC’s mouth. They stumbled over all their words, but Donna understood everything.

Apparently, MC had ordered the flowers the day they had missed school and planned to bring them to Donna after school, but the order took too long and they couldn’t make it in time. And when they were ready to go the next day, some weird lady was teaching instead. Then MC had to track down Donna, and found her niece on Instagram, and had to explain everything without sounding like a creep trying to track down her aunt to kidnap her.

Luckily, her niece was excited that Donna was finally close to finding love, and drove MC there. An absolutely terrible decision on MC’s part; they should’ve just drove themselves. MC didn’t think it was possible to get in a crash almost six times in ten minutes. And now, they had an audience a few meters away, parked in a broken-down car with a window slightly open, eyes peering through.

Donna was stunned that someone had done so much for her. MC really cared for her. It was… beautiful. Someone had truly loved Donna.

MC asked for forgiveness; their rambling wouldn’t stop until Donna put her finger on MC’s lip, shushing her before staring in their eyes. And then, Donna leaned in for a kiss, cupping MC’s face in her hands.

Their kiss was beautiful. It felt as if sparks were flying, as if the sun was shining down on them, the beautiful, golden daylight engulfing them in an unexplainable aura.

It was also accompanied by the faint cheering of Donna’s niece.

MC asked Donna if she would like to go on a date to a puppet-making class. It was silly, yes, but Donna could tell MC put thought into it; it was close enough to dolls and they would both be able to make cute, matching puppets that were a sign of their love. And of course, Donna said yes.

She was excited. The past few days had been so dreary, and now, the future seemed brighter than ever. Donna invited MC inside, and they talked for hours. MC even revealed the second time they ever visited Donna wasn’t intentional; MC had genuinely lost the jacket. But they saw the care Donna had, the love and the understanding. And that’s what made MC fall in love. Someone had helped them with someone as simple as trying to find a lost jacket that wasn’t even at school, and thus began MC’s quest to find random things to talk to Donna about. Someone had put in the effort to unlock Donna’s heart and show her love again, and Donna had shown blind care and affection for the recently divorced MC, someone who had felt very dejected about love until they met her.

It was perfect.

And as the moon rose, the two had to say their goodbyes, promising to meet tomorrow. But before MC walked out the door, they turned around and looked at Donna, a glimmer in their eyes.

“I love you.”

#resident lover #resident evil #resident evil village #re8 #resident lover fanfic #resident lover requests #donna beneviento #donna beneviento x mc #maria clara #maria clara truther #but donna doesnt know it #my first writing in like. ages jesus #slight cass reference if you squint #mc from the hit sapphic visual novel dating sim resident lover

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borrowedtimeandspace · 11 days

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The Question

AU: A Patient, and Time (Donna AU); set some time after A Whole Lot of Precious Time

Note: Hope y'all enjoyed the comfort...

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“No, no, it's not that I don't understand the threat, the Doctor insisted. “I get it; temporal displacement weapon, you point it at people so they do what you want or else they're, as it says on the tin, displaced in time. What boggles my mind is why you've added a wheel to it. Aren't fidget spinners a bit 'retro' for the 51st century?”

The terrible smirk on the face of the crisply suited man before the Doctor didn't falter even a hair. He continued to hold the deceptively dangerous device so casually in one hand, letting his thumb flick its shiny new wheel up and down at odd intervals. Not a thought was put into the action.

“Time… It's a funny thing, isn't it, Doctor? Suppose you'd know, the great and powerful Time Lord that you are. I should think you'd be more aware than anyone that in this day and age, temporal displacement is becoming a bit of an empty threat. What with vortex manipulators being a dime a dozen, it sort of takes the severity out of it. Just trace back the setting, or strong-arm the one with the weapon, and you'll find them eventually.”

It was all the Doctor could do to not roll his eyes at the man's monologuing. He'd prompted it, after all, and it was what he wanted. A distraction.

Alaric Edwin didn't have nearly half the planet under his thumb simply by having an odd, tricked-out relic in hand, after all. He'd come into political and social power by manipulating the populace with his network of tech worming into the vast majority of people's heads. A network powered by the master control at the far end of the room in which he and the Doctor now stood.

All eyes were on the two men, any hired (though to be frank, they were also enslaved) guns trained on the Doctor and awaiting the signal of their commander. Edwin, confident as ever, wasn't worried.

No one but the Doctor seemed at all aware of the tiny woman sneaking from shadow to shadow along the edges of the room.

Zepheera had jumped at the opportunity. For how tight the security was in this base of operations, it all but ignored smaller life forms. Even carrying the tiny but incredibly powerful EMP device the Doctor had given her, the four and a half inch tall borrower was able to avoid tripping any alarms. She could get in close to the master control and shut it all down long enough for the Doctor to make sure it could never come online again.

It was the Doctor's job to make sure she got there.

Once in a while, he could catch the slightest glimpse of movement in the corner of his eye, but he dared not look for fear of blowing her cover. The Doctor only noticed because he had grown so used to a borrower being around, and as far as he could tell, Mr. Edwin was so locked in his own world that he had no concept of anything or anyone else. And the Doctor was determined to make sure it stayed that way.

It was just a shame that getting him to brag about his toys was apparently the way to do it.

“But, with this,” Edwin continued, lifting the temporal displacement weapon so that the newly added wheel was prominent, “it's all random. Even I don't know when exactly I'm sending someone once I fire it off. And the very next second, well…” He gave the wheel another pointed spin. “Then it's gone. No way to trace anything back, no way to know. Nice and clean, you see? Even torture won't get anyone anywhere since I literally do not know, myself, where I'm sending people. I've even lost track of which direction takes someone forwards in time or backwards. Really turns what was once a weapon of waning relevance into something…truly devastating, if I do say so.”

The Doctor’s eyebrow quirked. “And that just works for you?” he asked, deadpan and unimpressed. In his peripheral vision, he could see the faintest movement against the side of the master control. Good job, Zepheera, he thought, just a little longer… “Not nearly enough to point guns at people, is it? Is that what you do all day, come up with endlessly creative ways to threaten people who are already in your thrall?”

“You know, I grow tired of all your questions, Doctor,” Edwin sighed. “They're not nearly as entertaining as they were. I should think the time has come for me to begin asking the questions. For instance: How is it that you think you're going to put a stop to my operations here? You've come all this way, I can only assume that is your goal.”

Behind Edwin, Zepheera's heart was in her throat. This was hardly the first time she'd taken on a task that separated her from the Doctor, especially since Donna’s loss. Her drastically smaller size lent her to very different strengths than her Time Lord friend. He'd been nothing but encouraging, if a tad protective when she first started actively taking such initiative.

The adrenaline coursed through her veins, powering her climb. If she pulled this off, millions of people would be set free from imprisonment in their own mind. She knew firsthand what a terrible fate that was, and helping put a stop to it was what kept her moving forward.

It was slow going up her climbing rope, but Zepheera finally pulled herself up to the titanic machine's console. Leaving the grappling hook and line behind, she began sprinting toward the center. Along the way, her fingers fumbled to remove the straps keeping the electromagnetic pulse device attached to her back. She abandoned the fiddly latch and simply yanked the device over her head.

The Doctor clocked this movement, and tossed his hands in the air. “Well, I'm only a concerned passer-by. Just reckoned I'd scope things out as I stumbled in, plans aren't really my forte–”

“Couldn't agree with you more,” Edwin cut in, whipping his head around in time to lock eyes with Zepheera, her arms full with the little device.

Her steps faltered for a split second at the sight of being caught, but she quickly redoubled her efforts. Frantically, Zepheera slammed her hand down on the button that would begin the thirty second timer on the pulse.

Edwin's thumb flicked the wheel.

Zepheera tossed the device as far as she could throw it and made a mad dash for her hook.

Edwin's arm whipped around and he squeezed the trigger on his weapon.

“Zepheera!”

It all happened far too quickly for the Doctor to stop it. A bright flash of blue light leapt from Edwin's hand and collided with Zepheera. She didn't have time to scream before the beam consumed her whole.

In less than the blink of an eye, Zepheera had vanished completely.

Edwin's thumb once again flicked the wheel on his device with a pointed whirrrrrrr. The only sound the Doctor was consciously aware of anymore.

That smug smirk was in full force as Edwin turned back to the Doctor. “Would you like me to repeat the question?”

The Doctor didn't respond at first. He stood frozen, staring at the last spot he'd seen his friend before she was tossed into the temporal wind. And at first, Edwin took pride in shaking up the Time Lord so visibly, and was willing to wait for it all to sink in.

Then that gaze slid slowly to lock with Edwin’s, and suddenly he was the one frozen in place.

Anger wasn't all that could be found in those eyes, and Edwin could almost see for himself what they saw when they looked at him. It wasn't just the dismantling of his plans. It was the complete and total destruction of everything Alaric Edwin was and ever would be, along with anything and anyone bearing his name. Oblivion in the truest sense of the word.

The wrath of the Time Lord, whose lip curled with utmost disdain as he growled; a low tone that went well beyond seething.

“Oh, big mistake.”

#doctor who gt #doctor who g/t #sfw gt #sfw g/t #g/t writing #gt writing #doctor who crossover #the borrowers #the borrowers crossover #borrowers crossover #borrower oc #Zepheera #A Patient and Time #APaT: a BTaS AU #giant tiny #giant #tiny

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mej2235 · 11 months

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A little propaganda for the @tmnt-crossover-polls for our collab au WAFD. @ossadeaurata @marshmel-l0w7 @we-all-fall-down-series

Oh and some lovely mentions going out to @wandering-ghost and Pico, her baby Godzilla from Atomic Pets, @phoenixdeleted and Neon, her future rise Leo who has a habit of adopting people and a mention of Batman and Nightwing from A Heart Of Sunflower by @doctaaaaaaaar

This snippet contains:

Donna: 03 Donnie uses they/she

Raph: 03 Raph

Mikey: 03 Mikey

Master Splinter: 03 Splinter

Leon: Rise Leo

Neon: Disarmed! Future Leon

Enjoy!

“Well, that hurt,” Donna groaned, rubbing her head.

Master Splinter hopped off her shell and landed smoothly on the ground, allowing Donna to push herself to her feet. She offered the turtle under her, Leon, a hand which he took quickly, holding it as he glanced around the arena in awe. Donna caught him by the lip of his shell as he tripped with a fond smile.

“Mikey! Get your butt offa me or I swear-“

“Keep it in your shell, Raphie!” Mikey growled back, playfully nipping near his brother’s face as turtles would. “I’m getting off, I swear.”

Mikey readjusted himself to pin Raph’s body more effectively and made no move to get off the older turtle.

“That’s it!” Raph began to rock his body, dislodging his brother and allowing him to twist his body around and trap the younger turtle in a headlock. “Say ittttt.”

“NOOO!” Mikey shrieked, laughing as Raph gave him a noogie.

“Last chance, little brother!” Raph stuck a finger in his mouth and pulled it out.

“NONONO!” Mikey squealed, “I WILL NEVER SURRENDER TO TYRANNOHMIGODTHAT’SOGROSS-!”

“Children,” Master Splinter punctuated the word with a tap of his cane on the ground. “Unfamiliar territory is no place for games,” the rat mutant turned away, unable to keep his grin in check behind his poker face, “even if they are amusing.”

“Hey!” Mikey protested, “That’s taking sides!”

Splinter did not answer, simply observing their surroundings. Leon was staring around at what appeared to be multitudes of giant stages, like the traditional kind where musicals or plays would take place. Donna had always adored theatre. She used to sneak into theatres like these with Leo all the time; he always let her take centre stage and was even willing to learn how to use the lights to give her her moment.

Donna missed that. Maybe she could introduce that part of her life to Leon. She wondered if he’d ever seen a play or a musical or if he was like Mikey and only enjoyed the art of movies.

“Welcome to the TMNT Crossover Polls,” Donna read aloud, grabbing her family’s attention. “Polls? That would imply some sort of popularity competition or election, but what does TMNT Crossover mean?”

“Crossover means when two different universes visit each other,” Leon cut in, hands flapping away as he tried to look everywhere at once. “It’s usually a term used in fandoms to describe when they combine two pieces of media they enjoy or a set of characters travel from one media to another. Like Jupiter Jim meets Lou Jitsu and they kick alien invader butt together!”

Leon blinked at them, done talking. They all blinked back. Leon’s face began to turn red and his head began to disappear into his shell.

Raph laughed and hit the kid’s back, “I don’t understand most of that, but it’s cool that you do.”

The younger turtle beamed at him, puffing his chest out in pride. Donna smiled and patted the younger’s head, drawing out a churr from him.

“I suppose that would make us a crossover then, wouldn’t it?” Master Splinter stroked his chin as he looked over his four children, “After all, Leon here is a universe traveller. He has quite literally crossed-over to our dimension.”

The four turtles stared at the rat for a few seconds until Leon flung himself forward, face right in Splinter’s face.

“Ohmigod! Was that a pun?” He practically squealed.

Master Splinter simply smirked and held a finger to his lips, “Let’s keep that our little secret.”

“You have officially jumped up the coolness scale to the top, after me, of course,” Leon flipped his mask tails, jumping up and down on the toes of his feet with a huge smile.

“Hey!” Mikey protested, “That’s my title!”

Leon just innocently blinked his little eyes at the older turtle, “I guess you’ll have to work harder then.”

Mikey scowled, poking Leon’s plastron with his finger, “You are playing with fire, young man.”

Leon shrugged, turning on his heel and walking with his hands behind his head, “My Mikey actually wields fire so I’m used to it.”

Mikey, along with his family, stared after the slider blankly.

“EXCUSE ME WHAT?!” The orange-clad turtle ran after the slider, looping a hand around to force him to face him.

They quickly caught up, watching Leon avoid Mikey’s relentless questions. Instead, the younger turtle seemed to be picking at a sticker on his plastron. That was strange. It wasn’t a bandage or one of the pads from Donna’s medical tests. She had made sure to remove them once it was over. Mikey twisted around in frustration suddenly and kicked at air, revealing another sticker on his own plastron.

“Mikey,” Donna called out, putting a stop to the little playful spat between the two turtles, “what’s that on your plastron?”

Mikey glanced down at it and then back up at Donna and shrugged, “Dunno, but we all have them.”

She glanced down, confirming that fact. Donna pulled off the one stuck to her plastron and held it out. Raph, in true Raph fashion, pulled his off his plastron and dropped the sticker, except the poor turtle found it did what stickers did best and stuck. To his finger. He started to wave his hand trying to get it off as his family watched on. Donna, eventually, had to be the adult of the family and rescue her poor suffering twin by grabbing the sticker by the none sticky part and dropping it.

To her surprise, the sticker dissipated into nothingness, only to appear upon Raph’s plastron once more. Upon closer inspection, it read ‘We All Fall Down.’ Well, that didn’t exactly spell bright things in their future. Heh. She should tell Leon that one later.

“Hey, Raph!” Donna glanced over at her ki- Leon as the younger turtle smirked, sticker in his hand, “Look!”

Raph, never one to ignore family, unfortunately turned to face the boy, only to receive a slap in the face for his troubles, gentle and literally. Leon snickered as he stepped back to admire his handiwork for a few seconds. Raph blinked and raised his hand to touch the sticker now adorning his face. His eyes locked onto the still snickering target in front of him and Donna could see the moment he made his decision.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that one!” Raph sneered, attempting to tackle the slider, who darts under his arms and makes his escape, now cackling as Raph gave chase.

Donna shook her head and sat on the floor next to her father and remaining brother. To her amusement, once Leon got about a mutant turtle away from Raph, the sticker removed itself from Raph’s face and repeated with the void magic on Leon’s plastron. Fascinating. She would have to look into those properties to see if they could use those to find a way to access Leon’s dimension and get him home.

Maybe.

She was still undecided on whether or not to let him go home yet.

“Tea?” Master Splinter offered from where he knelt beside her, holding up a tea kettle that had been over a small fire (maybe she got her more arsonist tendencies from him).

“No, thank you, Sensei.”

“You should take him up on it. It’s really good.”

Donna smiled, “I am well aware, but I much prefer coffee beans.” She glanced back at her twin pinning Leon to the grown playfully, before realisation set in and she did a double take. “You’re not Mikey.”

The larger turtle smirked at her, “What gave it away? My handsome stripes? My winning personality? My stunning physique?”

Donna gave him her most deadpan stare, “You’re another version of Leon.”

“In the flesh,” he grinned with a wave of his metal arm, “well mostly.”

Donna snickered at that. “So is it just you or will I finally get to meet your brothers?”

“Not with me, I’m afraid,” the older Leon shrugged at her concerned glance and pointed at a group of four different turtles. “I’m taking care of that lot right now. It grows randomly.” Right on cue, another turtle joined the group. The older Leon held out his hand, “I’m Neon.”

Donna took it, “Donna.” She glanced at the scars that covered the older version of her kid, “Looks like you’ve had it rough. When was the last time you’ve eaten?”

Neon chuckled, answering her question with another question, “You’re a Donnie, so let me ask you, when was the last time you’ve eaten?”

Donna frowned at him, “Touché.”

The three sipped their tea in silence for a bit.

“Hey! Donna! There’s new superheroes here!”

Donna twisted to see her Mikey charging over to them. He stopped right before the tea, giddy and grinning as he hopped up and down, a comic book in his hands.

“Look!” He held it out to her and she took it with the utmost care, “They signed it! They said their names are Batman and Nightwing! Apparently there’s more of them and I need to find them and collect all the-“

It had been a long time since Mikey had geeked out over comic books. Leo used to do that, always the sci-fi nerd. Leon, unfortunately, didn’t know enough lore to be able to join in with the infodumping.

“Excuse me,” Neon interrupted as Mikey took a moment to finally breathe, “but would you sign this?” He held out what looked like a strangely wordy and legal document.

“Of cour-“

Donna, of course, grabbed the pen and contract and scowled at the turtle wearing her kid’s face. She read over the contract in her hands.

Donna read it again.

She held it out and pointed at it.

“This is an adoption form!” She accused, making her father spit out all his tea as he hacked up a lung. Right now however, she didn’t care and glared at the other turtle.

“Yep.”

“We’re mutant turtles.”

“Yep.”

“We aren’t legal.”

“Usually, yeah.”

“What do you mean usually?” She snarled at him, making sure her brother was safely behind her.

“Normal human laws don’t apply here. That form is perfectly legal in here. I’m pretty sure we all randomly have birth certificates, even if they are inaccurate.”

Now that was an interesting tidbit.

Donna sneered, “You don’t get to adopt my family, legally or otherwise.”

Neon rolled his eyes, “You can stop me.”

Donna tilted her head with a smile, “Well I suppose I’ll have to adopt you.”

The larger turtle gasped, “You wouldn’t!”

Donna twisted on her heel and stalked away to gather her team. It was time for a custody battle.

Master Splinter finally managed to expel all the liquid from his lungs, only to find himself alone, except for a tiny lizard creature watching him curiously.

He held out a cup of tea to them, “Would you like some?”

Splinter’s entire vision turned blue as some strange burning sensation consumed his body. It dissipated soon enough, leaving the rat mutant singed.

He coughed and the lizard wandered off. Splinter missed his old cage in Master Yoshi’s dojo.

That was it! He was retiring to Tahiti!

#rottmnt #tmnt 2003 #crossover competition #we all fall down #atomic pets #propaganda #disarmed neon #a heart of sunflower

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jordansohollywood · 7 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/seancameronism/718717032203452416

Dee

I didn’t realize this ask has been sitting in my box for literal months. Sorry, Poorni! 😭

1. nickname? Dee is her nickname; it’s short for Deirdre.

2. relationship status? I mean, like, she used to be going with Travis (her neighbor), but now, she’s with Sean or whatevah!

3. comfort food? Lasagna. Especially the way her mom makes it. The meat? The cheese? Perfection, exactly!

4. favourite place in the world? Saint-Marc, Haiti. That’s where Dee grandparents are from, and whenever she goes with her family, she always has a great time. She loves the environment and culture.

5. biggest fear? In the concrete sense, heights. But if we’re speaking more abstractly, she’s afraid of not being loved. She’s afraid of being disliked by her peers.

6. special skill? Besides singing, Dee knows how to sew like a mf. Her grandma taught her, and she loved it ever since.

7. favourite outfit? Whenever she wears her pink off-the-shoulder sweater, her boot-cut jeans, and her black platform shoes, she feel like she got the juice.

8. biggest insecurity? People making fun of her.

9. relationship to their siblings? Antoine and Dee never really got along growing up, with their parents being the mediators. But when Antoine went to University her ninth grade year, their dynamic did a whole 360. They’re now more cordial with each other. Rodney and Dee were always really close with one another, being a year apart. They’ll always have each others’ back.

10. relationship to their parents? Dee’s relationship with her dad is pretty decent, but her and her mom butt heads a lot.

11. most embarrassing memory? Probably peeing her pants after drinking too much juice on a field trip in the second grade.

12. favourite animal? Dogs, because who doesn’t like dogs?

13. bed time routine? You’re assuming that she actually has one.

14. hobbies? Sewing, knitting, crocheting.

15. biggest weakness? Paying attention and talking about herself too much. It’s hard when your brain is on the Dee Germain station all the time.

16. favourite swear word? Fuck or goddammit.

17. achievement they are the most proud of? Getting honor roll throughout her eleventh grade year. After all she’s been through the year prior, she kind of deserved it.

18. favourite type of sport? Dee doesn’t really like sports, but one she tolerates is basketball.

19. mode of transportation? Dee usually walks or hassles Antoine for a ride — until she gets her license.

20. favourite thing to do to relax? Listen to music or sew. Or do both at the same time.

21. eating habits like? She can eat anyone out of house and home.

22. special interests? Like it was mentioned before, sewing, singing, and dancing are her big 3.

23. favourite part of their body? Her lips.

24. role model? LaDonna Adrian Gaines, aka Donna Summer.

25. most prized possession? Her grandma’s sewing machine. It was gifted to her before she died.

26. favourite place to travel to? Saint Marc, Haiti.

27. way to earn money? She works at The Dot with Spinner in her teen years.

28. thoughts about politics? I’ve never really thought about it, but I’d say she’s pretty left-leaning.

29. favourite colour? Any variation of purple or pink.

30. ideal partner? Someone who’s attentive (a bit ironic, right?), someone who can look past her flaws, someone accepts her for who she is.

31. party trick? She can invert her elbows.

32. favourite song? “Bad Girls” — Donna Summer

33. biggest pet peeve? Someone who doesn’t listen to her.

34. favourite person? Besides herself, probably Sean.

35. biggest goal in life? To become famous.

36. highest academic degree? High school diploma.

38. safe space? Her room or Sean’s room.

39. guilty pleasure? Eating chocolate.

40. favourite choice of drink? Cherry Coke.

41. dream job? Becoming a singer.

42. favourite type of music? New Wave, R&B, Disco, 80s Alternative.

43. most distinctive features? Her eyes and lips.

44. favourite aesthetic? Frutiger Metro.

45. fashion style? Anything pink and girly.

46. favourite movie? Clueless, always.

#degrassi #oc: dee germain #teenage wasteland

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denimbex1986 · 5 months

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'GamesRadar+ Verdict *****

Inventive, unsettling and the perfect vehicle for its two stars, 'Wild Blue Yonder' is event TV at its best, and everything you could want from an episode of Doctor Who.

Back in 2005, showrunner Russell T. Davies kicked off his first stint in the TARDIS with an Earthbound adventure featuring a familiar villain (malevolent mannequins the Autons in ‘Rose’), followed by a trip to the furthest reaches of time and space in ‘The End of the World’. After bringing back fan-favourite comic-book creation the Meep in last week’s ‘The Star Beast’, he’s followed a similar trajectory by materialising the Doctor and Donna on the literal edge of the universe.

That’s where the similarities end, however, because while ‘The End of the World’ was a fun, knockabout introduction to some of the weird and wonderful aliens who call the Whoniverse home, ‘Wild Blue Yonder’ is a considerably darker affair. In fact, the second of the three 60th anniversary specials revels in bringing scares and some genuinely unsettling moments to Saturday evening TV – just as Doctor Who should.

Davies has said in pre-broadcast interviews that he’s been trying to keep the plot under wraps ahead of transmission, and going in cold really pays dividends here. Even the opening of the episode offers few clues of what’s to come, as Donna’s strategically spilled coffee plays havoc with the TARDIS’s navigational systems, facilitating an entertaining encounter with Isaac Newton and history’s most famous apple. But that’s just a minor detour en route to a spaceship where things are so irregular that the out-of-sorts TARDIS does a runner – the Doctor’s blue box may have a fancy new interior, but it’s still as eccentric as ever.

Much has been made of the influx of Disney Plus money to the show’s production budget, and it’s used to spectacular effect here. Running through corridors has always been a big part of the Doctor Who brand, but the Time Lord doesn’t usually have to negotiate seemingly endless corridors that mysteriously reconfigure themselves on a regular basis – although they’re obviously CG, the ambition and scale of this alien craft’s design compensates for any flaws.

And there’s something seriously weird going on here, as the episode refers back to the horror movie manual to ramp up the tension in an ingeniously family-friendly way. Why is there a rusty robot (who looks a lot like Marvin in the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy movie) loitering in the corridor? Why are there no lifeforms on board? Why did an airlock open and close three years earlier? Why are there no stars outside? What’s that banging? And why has the air got a little bit chilly all of a sudden? Director Tom Kingsley also adds to your growing sense of unease by making the camera peer through holes or round corners, as if the Doctor and Donna are being watched.

When the antagonist(s) are finally introduced, it takes you a few moments to realise that something is very, very wrong. And the big reveal, when it comes, is both grotesque and hilariously funny, body horror with a comedic spin, as if David Cronenberg woke up one morning and decided the one thing his movies need is more slapstick. There are also echoes of vampire mythology, Alien(s) and even – in one wonderfully freaky moment – The Exorcist.

In fact, there’s so much going on here that it shouldn’t really hang together. That it does is a testament to Davies, who – after more than a decade away from Who, during which he’s written the brilliant A Very English Scandal, Years and Years and It’s a Sin – is arguably an even better writer than when he left. ‘Wild Blue Yonder’ segues seamlessly from a Thunderbirds reference and an ongoing gag about Newton’s discovery of “mavity” to jump scares and emotional character beats – and then back again.

The sheer volume of ideas is also remarkable, as Davies burns through several sophisticated concepts that would – on most sci-fi shows – be enough to power entire episodes by themselves. Indeed, the idea that 21st century human language lacks the capacity to comprehend the universe having an edge is a genuinely beautiful piece of writing.

Most importantly, however, “Wild Blue Yonder” is the perfect vehicle for stars David Tennant and Catherine Tate, who carry the entire episode, and – for various reasons – get to show sides of their roles we’ve never seen before. As one of the few new Who companions who’s never been in awe of her Time Lord chum, Donna’s never been afraid to tell it like it is. But there’s an extra dimension to her now that she has a family, and is even more desperate to get home than she would have been before. The Fourteenth Doctor, meanwhile, has changed significantly during the three lives he’s lived since they parted ways, and is definitely still carrying serious baggage from the Flux and the Timeless Child revelation.

They’re such a perfect duo that you want to spend as much time with them as possible, making this three-part reunion feel painfully short. The episode’s conclusion – featuring a lovely cameo – and “next week” teaser do enough to suggest they’re going out in style. But after the brilliant “Wild Blue Yonder”, it’s clear that saying goodbye for a second time is going to be just as cruel and painful as it was all those years ago.'

#Doctor Who #Tom Kingsley #Russell T. Davies #Timeless Child #Flux #Wild Blue Yonder #60th Anniversary #David Tennant #Catherine Tate #Donna Noble #The Star Beast

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sunlitlemonade · 1 year

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Jason and/or dick, for the ask game?

First, I'm very sorry for taking so long to answer this.

Second, JASON!!!! DICK!!! I'll do my top five for both, let's go!

Jason-

Oof, kinda difficult for me to select just five for him because he's my ultimate blorbo and I like to explore him with all sorts of characters. But! For the sake of this ask game, I will whittle it down to five:-

Dick & Jason - My Ao3 is proof enough of my obsession with them. Not a single moment that I don't spend thinking about them. It is borderline insane at this point. Their relationship has LAYERS,,,, like an onion- too many and every single one of them will make you cry. They were each other's first brothers, they love each other, they scream, they mess up, they still reach out. T H E M. (Sorry to my mutuals who don't get a break from me screaming about them skskssk. Especially Scarlett and Perse.)

Jason/Roy - I have covered it in Roy's post for the ask game but the baseline is that -> them = perfect for each other. I rest my case.

Jason & Rose & Eddie - Jason and Eddie being pen pals was one of the best things to have happened in his Robin era. I want them to be friends again soooo bad. Elseworlds might show them to be married but I honestly think Rose and Jason work better as chaotic bffs. Rose and Eddie have interacted and I don't need much more to work with. They would be an amazing trio and I stand by that.

Jason & Talia - Best mother-son duo, I don't take criticism. No one can or should fight me on this ever. It's not perfect but they care for and understand each other deeply. I think about them for one second and get emotional.

Jason & Kyle & Donna - Cosmic mistakes. Need I say more? Each of them are a glitch on the fabric of reality and its w o n d e r f u l. So much to explore - from themes and motifs to the inevitable crack-y trope of them babysitting each other. (People would expect me to say Donna but she's honestly just as chaotic lololol)

Dick-

Dick & Jason - for exactly the reasons I have stated above. The other relationships on both the lists take turns on my brainrot slot but this remains at the top.

Dick & Donna - Exhibit A: "Donna, we've gone through so much together and in not all that many years. Yet, I feel as if I've known and loved you all my life. Terry is a remarkably lucky man to have found you." "I'm the lucky one. I've known so much love and now all my loved ones are here to share my happiest day. Dick... I love you." Exhibit B: "Me? I can't even listen to a bike go by without thinking of you." Like,,,,,, literally no one does it like them. They are platonic soulmates and that's on that.

Dick & Damian - I love the banter and the sweetness in their relationship. They quipped with each other just like any other dynamic duo but there's a gentler, sincere side to them that I absolutely adore.

Dick & Clark - They're besties. Dick got his mask name from a Kryptonian legend, Clark called him the "multiverse constant". What else do people want me to say on the topic?

Dick & the Titans - listen I know I talked about Donna and his relationship BUT all of the Titans are so important to him and his journey. Those were some crucial years for him as a leader but also as a person. It was a,,, Process for sure and these people were with him throughout that trip. So yes, him and the Titans are very near and dear to my heart.

#asks #thanks for the ask :)#again - sorry for taking so long. it was a busy day.#jason todd #roy harper #rose wilson #eddie bloomberg #talia al ghul #kyle rayner #donna troy #dick grayson #damian wayne #clark kent

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ashmp3 · 9 months

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teo! i hope your trip has been fun!!!

also i am curious... i know you've talked about this before but i only vaguely remember, and i want a more indepth answer... what kind of perfumes/scents in general do you like wearing? anything you really hate smelling like?

hehehe well let me start off by saying that perfumes jeonghan uses (ormaie no28 and creed virgin island water) are something i love 🤓 now to me and my perfumes:

let me start of by saying i’ve been using and collecting perfumes since i was very young (8 or 9yo) - my mom always had a big collection and i was influenced what can i say! I have three things i like to embody: clean and light 🧼, edible 🍮 and fun and flirty 🪷. So with all that being said i am very picky with my deodorant too (i use borotalco which smells like baby powder) and i layer my perfumes with body butters, oils and lotions. Also, certain outfits require certain scent so i always match them too! Now let me get into the categories:

🧼 my first “clean” smelling perfume was donna karan be delicious. for SURE not everyone’s cup of tea - it smells like fresh green apple and cucumber and it’s so light and long lasting and effortless. It’s also such a unique scent. Anyway young me was obsessed. Another one i like to use now is calvin klein eternity - also fresh and clean and light. Both are very summery and not too heavy - they literally smell like you just took a shower and put on a linen dress

🍮 oh gourmands… I’ll tell you right now i love a nice rich caramel notes. And vanilla, when it’s done right, will always hit for me. Now childhood perfume that smells edible and brings out so many memories in me has to be olympea by paco rabanne… yes yes everyone has it everyone knows it but i got it just when it dropped in 2015 and i used it throughout the 2015 and 2016 which were coincidentally party girl very very fun years of my life. salty notes mixed with vanilla and it dried down so beautifully on my skin i loved it and whenever i smell it on someone it evokes very pleasant memories. Now for my gourmand of choice - i use d&g the only one (sweet caramel) for colder months and d&g garden (don’t let the name fool you, it’s a tropical coconut and vanilla mix) for summer. Sweet perfumes are always tricky to me because i get headaches and nausea if it’s too strong (looking at l'interdit rouge and hypnotic poison) or as i say it’s choking me. It took me ages to find these two and i love how they smell on my skin. oh and when i wear either of d&g ones i rub raw cocoa butter on my skin and i’ve been told multiple times i smell edible and i was like… well yes! that’s the point!

🪷 okay this one is tricky because first ones that come to mind are both (discontinued) miss dior cherie. Yes they still exist and yes they reformulated them and no they don’t smell anything like the past versions. i was 8 when i first got my first cherie and oh my! scent i’ll never forget. mix of fruits (cherry strawberry pineapple) with my beloved caramel and jasmine and with base notes of musk and patchouli. It was a lot! Second cherie is more similar to what we have now but not to the new version - it’s similar to blooming bouquets. It was fun and flirty and girly and my favorite floral smell that didn’t induce headaches. Now, if i am feeling florals (white florals!) i opt for calvin klein eternity moment and hugo boss femme. think girl in a white frilly dress and rosy cheeks and a wicker basket with fresh flowers in it - and that’s how they both smell.

and lastly, i want to talk about my newest addition that can’t really be boxed in any of these categories. Gucci Rush is something that i bought the moment my mom smelled it and said “oh this is you as a perfume”. And she was SO right. sexy, in your face, neon, intense, original i can go on. It has peach note which reminds me of a very affordable perfume i used to wear daily in high school - bruno banani woman. When i first smelled rush i said to my mom “this is bruno’s older sister”. i don’t know how else to describe it but it smells like a very chic woman but in the 90s…

i don’t really enjoy citrus scent - i find it nauseating most of the time. the only one i can think of that i have now is ck woman - it’s my moms perfume i bought it for her and on her it smells nice and fresh. On me though… it smells too much like a peppery cologne - not really something i go for. even when i was young, i never really liked them! only spice i like is warm spicy (versace crystal noir is something i liked) but just harsh citric scent is not for me (or my body chemistry apparently). my sister uses versace bright crystal which has yuzu as a top note and it STICKS to me it’s all i can smell when i wear it.

thank you for asking this got so LONG sorry about that (i’m not). What perfumes do you use? or what scents do you like i am curious!

#also i’ve been good greece has been nice and sunny and i’m getting ready to go for a quick swim!#ask #grace 💎

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casasupernovas · 2 years

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i was just thinking about how one of the gripes people have with s3 regarding martha is that her being a medical student gets pushed to the side. but upon several rewatches, i am realising a lot of this ties into her unrequited love for the doctor. everytime he shuts her down or dismisses any 'care' - like martha trying to be there for him and getting dismissed after the death of the face of boe. it's almost always along the vein of dismissing her as an aspiring student. the most blatant example of this is in the 'shakespeare code' when he calls her a literal novice. he's the literal 'doctor' so of course she wants his approval, (which was bit of an odd decision regarding how she initially reacts to this in the first episode) it's essentially like falling for your professor or something. so everytime a rose comparison comes up, it's literally a 'she was more qualified' than you thing. or the doctor doesn't see martha's potential - 'he's not looking at me, just remembering'. does this make sense? not sure im articulating this very well...

also. to all of you who are convinced that the doctor just 'wanted a friend' in regards to martha, im gonna need you all to get real. who kisses someone they just want as a friend? he could have just kissed her hand. there's a reason he establishes that boundary with donna, because he didn't with martha. no where in that entire season did the doctor say that's what he wanted. he essentially said "no" but kept the door open. so kept coming in and out of martha's life, stringing her on, even leaving apparently permanently only to come back literally seconds later. and this is why martha's love for him became so complicated, because he would reject her, but then suddenly change his mind and extend the trip a little while longer. so of course martha reads this as her maybe having a chance.

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thedarkheretic156 · 2 years

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A Host's Duty.

Diluc X fem!reader drabble. I'm so soft for this man it's unfair (ಠ_ಠ)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ.

Luc' is in denial and a bit of a tsundere.

"T-these are for me?" You stuttered, looking at the blue flowers bunched in the vase.

Diluc coughed awkwardly into his fist. "One of the maids mentioned that the lamps were too bright for you." He said.

Averting his eyes, he was well aware that his face was turning as red as his hair. But against the dim glow of the small lamp lights she just looked that beautiful.

He tried to gather his thoughts, "I believe you'll find the lighter glow of a lamp light more comfortable." He said. He was doing all of this because he was the host. He tried to convince himself.

He would have done this for any guest staying at Dawn Winery. There was nothing to gain here, just proper etiquett- The way her face lit up made his heart skip a beat. Her wide eyes looked up at him, the blue of the lamps making them glisten a brilliant azure.

"Thankyou." You breathed, growing up alone there weren't many instances you had where people took such care to promise comfort. "I- i hope it wasn't too much trouble."

"Ofcourse no-t" Diluc's voice cracked, "I had Adelind pick them for me, so truly it wasn't anything at all."

The cut on his finger pricked under his glove as to call him a liar. He totally hadn't spend the entire afternoon picking the flowers out and he most definitely had NOT tripped on a pinecone whilst doing so.

He watched as you put the vase by your table side, the smile never leaving your face. Just those few seconds seemed to have made the embarrassment of the whole ordeal melt. He found himself wondering if you liked all flowers, were there any you'd prefer specifically? Would you like to have flower arrangements in the room? Maybe he could stop by the flower shop and talk to that odd girl Donna, she'd know the kind you'd buy for yourself- Well. Ofcourse it was his duty to make a guest feel comfortable. He reminded himself, pushing away the excitement, there was nothing more to it, really.

...

I'm literally in the process of hunting small lamp lights for ascending my diluc and so whipped. I love this pyro Batman urgh

#genshin fluff #genshin x you #diluc fluff #diluc x fem!reader

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thebadtimewolf · 8 months

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ehehe

just so you all know, i love rose tyler every day. my love stops literally at the christmas invasion because then after cassandra the flanderization begins. if tenth doctor and tentoo has to perish so be it.

jack. girl find rex matheson already i dunno what you waiting on. *plays the star spangled banner jill scott edition* mekhi phifer come back and get ur fellow immortal man. he's starting to look like a wet cat again.

i love donna noble every full week, my love dont stop and now it wont. if tentoo has to die via aneurysm (because his mind refuse to let him speed up the tardis growth because once he does he'll do what the dr did and leave his kid and wife behind until the one time he does return, they too are left for dead buried in a rubble of his own negligence) for her to live, sorrows prayers. sorrows. prayers.

i love dr. martha jones every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year. if tenth doctor has to be beaten so bad by 8 9 12 13 14 15 and master!doctor? let it be so.

i love amy but girl get a therapist. rory get a therapist.

i love river song aka melody williams as much as donna. like girl you got an adoptive granddaughter that looks like jodie foster cosplaying you, if thats not memorable and romantic idk why the dr be fumbling that bag so badly. u can do better.

i love clara oswald but girl c'mon. you got too comfy as the goddess kali - even though you were nowhere near being her in any form to begin with - one time and suddenly you're the ghost you predicted. if the time council has to be humbled again? court is adjourned babes.

the moment aka the interface. baby girl thats actually a planetary bomb turned literal god, im sorry you keep being mistaken for rose tyler by everybody else but the doctor. you deserve better, something 13 and i agrees on according to the novelisation of your appearence. you are better. without you, 9 wouldnt have fell for rose in the first place.

bill potts i love until the stars stay in the universe. if she has to make fun of the dr even as part space sentient oil known as the pilot, fly on space cowboy.

nardole. you do good. odd you wearing gallifreyan citizen wear from the great time war in twice upon a time and no one said anything about it but... you do good.

yasmin khan i love just as much as martha and donna combined. bbc studios might not but i do.

empress rose. i love you more than rose tyler and rose tyler knows it thats why she was a cameo. i hope you get a spin off with 8 9 12 13 master doctor 14 15 and the moment because you deserve it more. i love you. i hope you never stop roasting and almost killing ten everytime he keeps trying to compare the ordinary shop girl fashioned into a soldier turned into a married housewife slash companion to the incomparable and incompatible freedom fighter turned general then empress that is you. im so sorry they trying to downgrade you because you're better than the alternate self he gave away twice. it heavily implied empress rose is more jenny's mum than rose tentoo tyler is and i feel like that should be addressed.... by beating tens arse..... and jenny hugs.

i love rose temple noble so much and i just got her. if bbc studio has to crumble under the strike i really want them to experience so it shall be.

ruby sunday. you are the first companion to have actually have their actress grow up, watch, and know of doctor who with a doctor whose actor also watches doctor who. you are a rare gem inbetween the sands of obliviousness and the sea of hyperawareness. if 14 has to die via tripping and bumping his head on a brick, rip to that tight fit he got on. what a truly mournful loss

i hate the writers that write you for it is their faults of inconsistency that makes me want better for you than the so call fans of your existence. you were set up with a belief system of your own making and then is written to betray that for a eldrich being that contradicts its own existence that could never say i love you and mean those words unless your blades are six inch deep into their hearts for a bullet is too kind and also too slow.

thry all reside and co exist.

anyway. i hope yasmin finney is traveling with them because they never said she was just an anniversary companion and we get to see ruby sunday and rose temple noble date each other.

yes its to make up tens mistake in separating the poc companions: cult survivor cleopatra hunsicker, clone descendant and bi cindy wu, and mexican-american time sensitive transhuman gabby gonzalez aka the best team tardis is when none of them are attracted to the doctor and vice versa. at least gabby met the moment.

and yes its to share this monstrosity i made due to lack of sleep from being awake 27 hours and 30 minutes:

i passed out right after this. and now im sharing this monstrosity to yall.

#bw: out of ethos #{👀martha come back}#{pls or come back as the moment the moment shapeshifts and i would love to see anyone incorporate their look to it}

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kasplonkable · 2 years

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Steven Grant HCs:

Just some small things that I think he does

wears odd socks. He likes all the fun colours but always manages to lose one of them. He never buys plain black socks, but sometimes wakes up to find most of his coloured ones gone and replaced with them

regularly goes charity/thrift shopping. Not only is it another way for him to be environmentally friendly, but the clothes in there are cheap as chips, which is good for someone on a gift shop worker's salary

speaking of the gift shop, whenever he sees a cool new paperweight, he buys one for Gus' tank. He tries to set up all the things like a real landscape at first, but ends up swapping the decorations around so often that he forgets

always so excited when he sees a school arrive at the Egyptian exhibit for a trip. He always tries to sneak away to explain an interesting fact to a group of (largely uninterested) kids, before he's dragged back to the gift shop by Donna

he also ends up infodumping about whatever product a customer is paying for, before looking up and seeing them impatiently waiting to actually pay for it. Like if they're buying a pharaoh bookmark, he absentmindedly starts talking about exactly which pharaoh it is and how you can tell and the historical significance of it and the reason it's important and th- right they're still waiting to pay

when he got fired from the museum, he started infodumping to Gus instead, because keeping it all in made him feel like he was going to explode (and Gus never gets bored and stops listening)

read The Kane Chronicles and loved it so much that he tried to read Percy Jackson too, but found that the Greek gods weren't as interesting to him as the Egyptian gods, and just reread The Kane Chronicles again instead

I was going to say that he can't put up IKEA furniture, but the amount of care and patience he approaches things with made me change my mind. He absolutely can put a flat pack table together and enjoys every second of it (Marc on the other hand... "Marc just read the instructions" "No Layla, the instructions are wrong, I can do this myself" *proceeds to make a chair when it was supposed to be a chest of draws*)

tried to look after house plants, but there wasn't enough light in his flat so they died. Then tried to look after succulents and cacti instead, but when they died too he just gave up. I do think he just has one stubborn cactus that sits on his windowsill and refuses to die, which makes him smile everytime he remembers to water it

this is such a random one, but I imagine he understands English slang really well (obviously) while Marc is just completely lost, so he tries to translate

like imagine Marc gets into an altercation with a roadman one day and he has to be like "Steven, what does back out the rambo mean?" And Steven's like "MARC HE'S THREATENING TO STAB US!!!"

Idk that's just a funny situation to me

cannot just walk past a bookshop. He tries so hard to just ignore them, but once he sees the books in the window, he's done. He loses hours in there just perusing the different titles and ends up buying like, six new books

he went vegan after seeing a documentary on food production as a kid. Seeing the way farmers treat livestock made him feel horrible, and from then on he avoided anything to do with meat and animals

reading about how cows and bulls were sacred in Egypt only reinforced his decision

I think that's it for now, but I might make a part 2!! I could talk about this show literally forever, so we'll see how it goes. I also want to say that I've never read The Kane Chronicles, so feel free to let me know who you think his favourite character would be! I'm personally a big fan of Norse mythology, so reading Magnus Chase and then trying to read Percy Jackson was a struggle. But anyway, I hope you enjoyed!!

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #khonsu #moon knight headcanon #moon knight hcs #steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x you #marc spector x layla el faouly #steven grant fluff #moon knight fluff #oscar isaac #this is my first time posting any writing so please be nice #first post

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Hey I saw requests were open and was wondering if you could do house dimitrescu plus donna if that's ok reaction to you know that things guys do where they lean on a door way and flex their muscles

Ohohoho anon, I love the idea of buff and strong reader always (part of the reason why I personally started working out, because I want to be the strong buff one HAHAHA). I'm not sure if you meant for this to be male reader, but I just wrote it as if it was gender neutral :P Hope that's okay!

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Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina is fairly muscular herself (like have you seen the outline of her arms in her dress??? I'm getting warm just thinking about them) so she knows what it takes to have such a physique.

She would regard your gesture in silent appreciation, if not with a smirk curled on the corner of her lips. Whether you meant to show off like that or not, she very much enjoyed the view either way.

She might even throw a teasing wink your way, stopping you in your tracks and whatever train of thought you were going with.

Taking notice of this, she would simply ask you to go on, but not changing her demeanor or the way she looked at you like she was ready to devour every inch of your body -- not quite in the literal sense that she was accustomed to, though.

Good luck trying to get through the rest of this conversation. It would take a lot more than a bit of flexing to make The Alcina Dimitrescu blush. Either way, you got a very positive response.

Bela Dimitrescu

It's usually difficult to frazzle or fluster Bela in any way -- she was trained to take things in stride and with grace, almost always knowing what to say for any particular situation. Nothing can get past her.

Except seeing you rest your hands on top of a door frame and subconsciously flexing your triceps, apparently. Which uhhhhh... does a number on her.

You could pretty much pinpoint the second when her brain starts to devolve to mush -- first with her widened eyes, then she eventually starts tripping up her words because she's not sure what to focus on anymore. What even are words anymore?

It wasn't like she hadn't taken notice of your physique before this moment -- she had made her appreciation quite clear in the past (especially in the bedroom.) But the sudden casual display of it somehow got to her, and it got her good.

Teasing her about it will just make her deny the reaction, shaking her head as she tries to take control of the conversation and steer it to something else. Don't worry, she'll still show exactly how much she loves your body beyond this moment.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra is a bit of a straight shooter when it comes to showing her attraction to someone else (only when she knows they reciprocate though) so she would have no qualms about showing how much she loved the "subtle" display.

Even if you weren't looking at her, you could practically feel her gaze roaming all over your body, dragging on in specific areas. If you were, she would lock eyes with you and make her intentions abundantly clear -- how much she wanted you right then and there.

In all honesty, it would also just be part of a ploy to fluster you and catch you off guard. She did so love the effect she had on you, just as much as she enjoyed the view.

She'd even start wolf-whistling and calling you a "sexy hunk" out in the open, not quite caring if anyone was around to hear her shout such provocative compliments. If it got the message across that you were hers, then that was just an added bonus. Seeing you start to flush red was yet another bonus too.

Depending on the situation, she might even take it as a challenge and start flexing on you herself, in no way shy to display her strength and physicality. Considering how competitive she can be, this should be no surprise.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela was no stranger to the art of flirtation, being the "resident heartbreaker" (as she liked to call herself.) She usually picked up on overt signals of the like that went her way, though her response varied depending on who it was.

Whether you showed off to her on purpose or not, because it was you, she just starts... blabbering. Non-stop. If you thought she had little to no filter with her words to begin with, you're dead wrong because she can go even further.

She starts commenting on everything she can see, including you, but you can barely understand her as she's talking at a thousand words a minute. You think you hear something about how toned and defined your muscles are and then suddenly she's talking about the cobwebs in the ceiling which could mean there are spiders but also wow you must really work out a lot, can you lift her, can you lift HER MOM--

Basically she starts short-circuiting a little. Daniela.exe has not stopped responding, in fact it's taking up a lot more space than you expected.

The quickest way to help her regain her bearings is to reach out and take her hand, maybe give a little kiss for good measure. A blush and a giggle later, she'll be sure to shower you with compliments (and a request to carry her bridal-style.)

Donna Beneviento

Because of the way Donna is, it's a little difficult for you to parse if she's caught "speechless" by something. She's already a woman of few words to begin with.

She's lucky she has her veil on practically 24/7, so you won't quite see how red and hot under the collar she had gotten seeing your muscles on display like that.

What she probably hadn't taken into account was Angie's presence, because as much as she was her own entity, she was also connected to the dollmaker in almost every sense. The result? Plenty of thirst comments thrown your way.

"OHH-WEE DONNA, YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO PICK 'EM! LUCKY YOU FOR HAVING FRONT ROW SEATS TO THIS GUN SHOW, HUH? TAKE THAT SHIRT OFF AND SHOW US WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF, YOU STUD!"

Too little too late when Donna tries to cover Angie's mouth to keep her from saying any more, pretty much indicative of how true those outbursts are. Her face is burning by this point, and as calmly as she could she tries to excuse herself and leave your vicinity. But not without a final shout of "YOU'RE HOT" from that mischievous little doll.

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