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honeybeezgobzzzzz Β· 1 year
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Masterlist of Masterlist
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βœ…πŸ Across the Spiderverse
βœ…πŸ Aquaman
βœ…πŸ Black Panther: Wakanda Forever
βœ…πŸ Cloverfield Paradox, The
🐝 Dominion (Syfy)
βœ…πŸ Falcon and the Winter Soldier, The
🐝 Flash, The
🐝 Ladies in Lavender
βœ…πŸ Like Minds
βœ…πŸ One Piece
βœ…πŸ Sandman, The
🐝 Star Trek
🐝 Sweetbitter
🐝 Teen Wolf
βœ…πŸ Triple Frontier, The
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🐝 Kinktober
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🐝 Tom Sturridge
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Last Edit: 4/29/24
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my-name-is-bunnyfoxy Β· 6 months
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I'd honestly win against both either Gremlins and or Chucky plus Ghostface. Might have a chance with Pennywise and maybe the critters. Also I'ma just be besties with Carrie. Everything else, NO.
Especially Michael and Art πŸ’€
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I’m still in my Stargate rewatch era but Sanctuary is coming next.
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archangeltwins Β· 5 days
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Title: Blood On Our Hands ( For We Aren't Without Guilt )
Fandom: Dominion
Pairing: angelfam
Rating: Teen / Mature
Summary: Michael and Gabriel attempt to work out their anger towards each other - in the most 'respectful' way they can think of.
A/N: advocating for violence to solve problems is Not Good, but these two put the 'fun' in dysfunctional for a reason
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Michael. I feel you.
And I feel you. Your link is weak, brother. The lasting silence between us is deafening.
Such trouble isn't noteworthy. I have news.
What news? Tell me.
No.
Gabriel! I am in no mood for games!
Seek out the wild places, Michael. There you will find me.
β–ͺβ– β—‡β– β–ͺ
With a beat of his wings Michael descended from the indigo sky. His boots touch down, featherlight. He was far from civilization, bright lights of Vega a mere afterthought. The night is filled with the cries of nocturnal beasts, reflective eyes gleaming in watery moonlight. A figure, cloaked in shadow leant against twisted gnarls of an oak, fidgeting with grasses.
Michael's nostrils flared, jaw clenching. His brother gave a simpering smile at his arrival, what humans would call a 'shit-eating grin'.
"Brotherβ€”"
"Don't 'brother' me, Gabriel." Hands curled in leather, slamming the other into rough bark behind. Gabriel let out a scoff, hands up with palms outwards. Michael's brows furrowed, his twin suddenly lighter.
"No sword?"
"Not this time. As I said, I wished to talk. And talk we'll do, if you let me goβ€”?" Gabriel's gaze flicked to the fingers in his coat, then back to Michael's face.
Michael takes a step back, folding his arms. Brows lifting expectantly, he watched as Gabriel withdrew a flask and took a sizable swallow.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" Casting a sidelong glance, Gabriel seats himself between overgrown roots. "Knowing that those you once trusted turned the blade inward."
Michael let himself fall against the trunk, looking towards the back of Gabriel's head. Gabriel laughs again, a bitter, harsh sound. "Lead you on, like a lamb to slaughter. That redheaded one, especially. What was her nameβ€”?"
"Becca. Her name was Becca. And you'd best not befoul her memory by saying she wasβ€”"
"β€”a bitch? Oh, come now, Michael. They're no better than the eight-balls I keep company." Gabriel continues. Tempted to draw his blade, Michael stays his hand. Not yet.
"Speak ill of the dead and they'llβ€”"
"Come back to haunt, I know." Gabriel mutters sourly. Putting his eye to the cap, he curses in hushed lishepus. Empty. "On the subject of monsters, do the humans think you one now that you've killed their own? A senator, no less?"
Michael hesitated. "I do not know."
A dark brow arched in incredulity, Gabriel turns to face his brother. "You don't know? Truly?"
"I fled Vega before anyone could question what had happened."
Gabriel chuckles, tossing the now-useless container away. It lands with a wet thump, throwing up leaves and dirt. "Fled? You make it sound as though you've become a fugitive."
"I have. I killed her in a fit of blind rage. With my bare hands. I can still hear the snap, see the terror..."
"Not blind. Justified."
"Justified?"
Gabriel growls, visage twisting. "She tortured one of our own, did she not? Cut Louis open - while still alive - and rearranged his organs. Forced wings from their sheaths, cut them from the sockets. Chained up like some museum art piece to be ogled."
"You've done the same! Possession! Tearing wings free, hanging innocent neutrals up in Vega! Casting their bodies into a warehouse like some makeshift refuge heap!" Michael barked. "Don't lie to me!"
"That wasn't meβ€”" Yanked to his feet, Gabriel's world explodes in a shower of stars as Michael's fist collides with his jaw. He's given no moment of peace, another punch sending him reeling.
Wicked right hook, he thinks before the breath is driven from his lungs.
"...are you finished?" He asks between spitting specks and sucking in stale air. The back of his hand is smeared crimson when he wipes. He lifts his gaze, peering at Michael.
Michael balls his fist, lunging, and Gabriel grins in preparation - or anticipation. His teeth are wet with blood, appearing like fangs. Instead, Michael's knee connects with Gabriel's chin. Head snapping back, his twin is sent sprawling into the dust like a drunken bar patron.
There's no cry of pain - but more raucous laughter.
"Damn you, Gabriel! Why are you laughing?" Michael demands.
"What would Father say if he were here?" Gabriel gasps out, waiting for his surroundings to stop spinning. "Look at them," he mocks, in imitation of the deity, "at each other's throats like starved dogs!"
"Because it was you who firstβ€”" Michael stops, his grip waning on Gabriel's wrist.
"Who first what? Spit it out, Mikey! You've kept that storm of yours contained since the dark ages! Let it free, brother." Gabriel bites back, beset with a sneer. "Who first defied Him? Who first struck Lucifer?"
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grimwcr Β· 2 years
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tyhrax3 Β· 10 months
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I'm currently rewatching Dominion with my Mom and I'm happy that she loves Michael as much as I do.
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zonetrente-trois Β· 6 months
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oocstephenkingtv Β· 4 months
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Haven 2x1 A Tale of Two Audreys (2011)
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eastsideofthemoon Β· 1 year
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As a Star Trek Discovery fan, I've listened to quite a lot of interviews with the cast. Every now and then there's an interview that really just stands out because there's such genuine warmth and transparency being exchanged between the interviewer and interviewee. The Syfy Sistas podcast did this interview with Sonequa Martin-Green and honestly, it's the best interview I've listened to in a while.
Regardless of where you fall on the love/dislike scale with DSC, this is a great interview for everyone to hear.
If you are a SciFi fan, a Star Trek fan, Star Trek Discovery fan, or just like SMG you MUST listen to this interview with Sonequa Martin-Green. It's so good!!
https://open.spotify.com/episode/2Ud6RBkg0GnF3C2USKM1EY?si=luxnE0h5TKiWR5naO4luPQ
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chaosintended Β· 1 year
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Hi I don't know where else to ask so I'm just putting this out there:
I've recently been getting into Person of Interest and Finch is, naturally, my favorite character. Also naturally, I've been binging Michael Emerson's interviews on YouTube. The only thing is that I can't place his accent for the life of me. Does anyone have an idea of when/how/why he developed his accent?
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honeybeezgobzzzzz Β· 12 days
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Michael (Syfy Dominion) Masterlist
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Legend:
❗ = Explicit Sexual Material
🩸 = Blood/Injury/Violence
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πŸͺ½ Heaven's Cradle ❗
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πŸͺ½ Untitled β—πŸ©Έ
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Last Edit: 4/28/24
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liferockingitout Β· 1 year
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tfw you find a wild af show you like even tho it's garbage, and then discover the fandom is both tiny and dead as fuck
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itgetsbetterproject Β· 9 days
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mvgaea Β· 1 year
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Lannon Gets His Dharma (Excerpt from my Compiaverse RP)
[Here is an excerpt from my Compiaverse RP.Β  This is where the Chosen One Sergeant Alex Lannon gains his Celestial Armor (known as Dharma) for the first time under the guidance of the Archangel Gabriel (Present Time), as well as Michael and Lucifel, and the Metatron Enoch.]
(Lannon and Gabriel go over to the Training Grounds. There, Enoch, Michael, and Lucifel were waiting for them.)
Lannon: (Surprised to see the two other archangels and the Metatron there.) Wait...why are you three here?
Michael: We are are here to determine if you are ready for your next phase in your training.
Enoch: Also to offer any assistance, if necessary.
Lucifel: (Smirks) Me, I am just here to watch the show.
(Enoch then elbows Lucifel.)
Lucifel: (Gazing at Enoch) What? I am being serious!
(Enoch just shakes his head,)
(Gabriel then turns to face Lannon.)
Gabriel: Alex, I want you to take out your Armor Token and hold it up.
(Lannon takes the metallic feather out of his pocket and hold it up.)
Lannon: Okay. Now what? What is this supposed to be?
Michael: It is what we called the Dharma: the Sacred Armor of the Celestials.
Lannon: Sacred...armor?
(Gabriel then pulls out a similar metallic feather out of his own jacket pocket.)
Gabriel: Let me demonstrate for you. (He holds up the feather, closes his eyes, then snaps it. Once he does, his body is enveloped in a bluish light, and his clothing morphs into azure colored armor, complete with a full helmet. His black wings then materialized. Afterward his transformation completed, Gabriel raises the visor of his helmet and gazes at the soldier.)
Gabriel: Now, it is your turn.
Lannon: (Holding up the metallic feather) So I just hold this thing up and concentrate?
Gabriel: You also need to snap it to activate its power.
Lannon: All right. (Takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He then snaps the token. After he does, he can feel his body being enveloped by a golden light. When he opened his eyes again, he noticed he had golden winged armguards on his arms, golden leg guards on his legs, as well as a golden breast plate with a winged motif.)
Lucifel: (Nods in approval) Hmm...not bad. Of course, you can adjust the armor your preference and how you see f-
(Suddenly, Lannon started to have a hard time breathing. He suddenly collapsed onto his knees.)
Gabriel: I was afraid of this...
Enoch: Alex, I can- (He was go help him, Michael stopped him.)
Michael: (To Enoch) No...he needs to learn himself...
(Sgt. Lannon tried to catch his breath, but finding it difficult to do so. It felt like something was crushing his chest.)
Lannon: This...is...too...heavy....(Gazing up at Gabriel, who had knelt beside him.) What is happening...to me?
Gabriel: It is your spirit....it is found wanting. Our armor isn't just armor...it is made of our spirit...our will...our convictions and beliefs. If there are any fears, doubts, or despair in our hearts...it will fail us. Weigh us down. (Tilting his head as his eyes glowed blue.) Tell me, Saviour...why is it that you fight?
Lannon: (Confused) W-what?
Gabriel: Answer me, Alex. What is the reason why you joined the CFT? To protect this universe? Hell, why did you join the Archangel Corps and fight to protect Vega?
Lannon: (Biting his lip as he clutches his chest, which felt like it was on fire) Because I am the Saviour, and Michael said-
Gabriel: (Shouts at Lannon) NO! (Leaning forward and speaks to the young man in almost a whispering tone.) Why is it that YOU fight? (edited)
(Gabriel then stands up and walks around Lannon.) Gabriel: It doesn't matter who told you that "this is what you are supposed to do". It doesn't matter if this is "destiny". What DOES matter is what is it that YOU want. Find that REASON. Find that PURPOSE. Turn that into CONVICTION. Turn that into ARMOR that will protect against those who will seek to do YOU and your brothers and sisters in arms harm.
Lannon: Find....a...reason...(Closes his eyes) Claire...
(The burning sensation and the pain in his body then stopped. He then felt the armor starting to feel lighter. He rose back onto his feet as a gold helmet appeared on his head.)
(Both Enoch, Gabriel and Michael stood in awe as Lucifel clapped.)
Lucifel: Bravo, Chosen One. (His arch then appeared in his hand as he grinned widely.) Now face me.
Lannon: (Popping up his visor) Face you? (Turns towards Gabriel) But you didn't mention that-
(Lucifel then swung his weapon at the soldier, who immediately jumped back.)
Michael: (To Lannon) Didn't I always tell you to be prepared for anything, Alex?
(Lannon, drew his sacred blade and guarded against Lucifel's strike.)
Lannon: Yeah, but that was back at home, not here! (He then countered with a thrust forward, which Lucifel sidestepped.)
Lucifel: Quit your whining, boy. (Aiming his blade towards Alex's sword arm.) Show me your full potential.
(Lannon guarded the dark archangel's attack with his armguard, and counterstriked with his blade, nicking Lucifel's face.)
Lucifel: (Wipes the blood off his cheek) Hmm...not bad. (He then attacked with a series of slashes and thrusts. )
Lannon: (Struggling to guard against Lucifel's attacks.) He's....he's too fast! (He then notices his armor starting to fall apart.)
Gabriel: (Telepathically) Alex...remember, your belief is what powers your armor. Use its power to strengthen you...to boost your speed...to help you find a weakness in his attacks and find an opening.
Lannon: (Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes) Okay...dharma...guide me with what I need to do to defeat my opponent...(He then noticed the air around him started to feel quite different. As he opened his eyes, he noticed his armor, or more like his whole body starting to glow. Not only that, it seemed like time had started to slow down around him. His body then seemed to have began to move on it's own as he was able to parry each of Lucifel's attacks. He then finally found the opportunity to knock him down onto his back.)
Lannon: (Pointing the tip of his blade at Lucifel's chest.) I got you.
Lucifel: (Grinning) So you have.
(Lannon then sheathed his blade as Lucifel got back onto his feet and straightened out his jacket.)
Lucifel: (Looking at both Gabriel and Michael) I must say...you two have done a great job with this boy. (Gazes at Enoch) I told you there was nothing really to worry about.
Lannon: (Turns to Gabriel) So...is that it? Or is there any more?
Gabriel: That is it for now. (Turns to Michael) Care to add anything? He is your protΓ©gΓ©, after all.
Michael: (Shaking his head as he turns to Lannon) You done well...although you still have a bit to go before you prove worthy to wear the Gide Mode. Just remember what Gabriel had said to you.
(Lannon bowed to both Michael and Gabriel.)
Lannon: I should keep it in mind. (The armor then vanished as his clothing reverted to its normal state.)
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archangeltwins Β· 10 months
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Prompt: Michael+ statues
he stands in the middle of the city. a raging battleground filled with screams and flame. blood soaks his boots. his hands clutch dual blades, their ice-shine reflected in busted windows. the weight of the world is on his shoulders, like atlas.
looked to as a leader but treated as a conversation piece. a decoration to adorn, to grant status.
he'd designed the agri-towers. fortified vega with military personnel. ensured survival -- and how quick the humans were to forget. to betray. to warp the perceptions of how their present came to be. smoke clouds the air, some weeping, others moaning in pain.
his war had become their war, their fight for survival.
red paints the sky like a fresh wound. bodies litter ash-choked streets. clang of metal is distant in thundering ears. gunfire pops off, and he's unfazed. alarms blare. he's a soldier; conditioned to endure.
trembling hands reach for the head of a roman general, half-submerged in caesar's fountain. empty, lifeless eyes stare back.
i'm sorry, he wants to plead. i'm sorry for everything. maybe i wasn't right this time.
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godestof3worlds Β· 2 years
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TitleΒ - The Enemy Of My Enemy Has To Be An Alley... Right?
SummaryΒ - It's time for Michael, Gabriel and Alex to return to Vega but there are still trust issues between Gabriel and Alex. Hopefully a car ride might help with that.
Warnings - N/A
Rating - General Audiences
FandomΒ - Dominion (TV) & Legion (2010)Β 
Word Count - 1826
Prompts - @flufftober [Catch Up August] (Meddling Friends) / @mfbingo (Hurt/Comfort) / @fandombingo ("There won't be a next time") / @anyfandomangstbingo ("Can you both stop fighting? It's awkward enough being in the car as is") / @badthingshappenbingo (Arm in Sling)
Below the cut are just the bingo cards themselves.
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2ndaryprotocol Β· 1 year
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#NowWatching Letters To Satan Claus (2020) πŸŽ„πŸ“πŸ˜ˆ
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