imagining laura hollis reacting to this dw 13th doctor announcement is giving me life rn. She'd be so excited!!!!
You know exactly what you’re doing putting plot bunnies in my head, don’t you anon? … and it worked too… you sneaky cupcake.
The front door hadn’t even shut behind her when Carmilla suddenly had an armful of bouncing Laura Hollis. And then no Laura Hollis. And then arms full of Laura again.
“Carm! Did you hear the news?” Laura was practically wiggling with excitement, a flush in her cheeks and her eyes lit up with the sparkle that always made Carmilla’s heart flip over. “It’s like the best news all month!”
She grabbed Carmilla and kissed her full on the mouth. So hard and messy that Carmilla barely had time to respond before Laura was pulling back, arms locked around Carmilla’s neck.
Carmilla wracked her brain, trying to balance Laura in one arm and hang her motorcycle keys on the hook with the other. She fought to keep her face impassive. She’d clearly forgotten something. Something important.
Wedding anniversary. No. Birthday. No. Some strange modern holiday. No.
She glanced over at the fridge and the tiny ultrasound photo prominently displayed in the center. No. That couldn’t be it. They’d just had one.
She had no idea.
Still, she couldn’t disappoint the smiling girl in front of her. “Of course I did cutie,” Carmilla purred, her arms wrapping around Laura’s waist “But I’d rather hear it from you.”
Laura rolled her eyes but her smile never died as she kissed Carmilla on the nose and then broke away, grabbing the keys that Carmilla still hadn’t been able to hang successfully on the hook and popping them in place. “You don’t have to pretend for me, Carm. I know you don’t really care one way or the other but I just cannot believe that it’s a girl. I mean, I was hoping but I never thought it would actually happen and I just couldn’t stop smiling when I heard. Like, I think my face is going to split in two because it’s so great for feminism although it would have been nice to see some poc too because-”
Carmilla’s brain crashed to a halt halfway through Laura’s ramble.
“It’s a girl?” Carmilla could barely breath the words. Laura was still talking but Carmilla couldn’t focus on her words.
She stepped forward almost involuntarily, capturing Laura and pressing a hand against her stomach. The smallest curve against her palm where only days before the doctor had taken an ultrasound of the newest member of their family.
“I thought,” Carmilla couldn’t take her eyes off Laura’s stomach, “we were going to make it a surprise.”
Still. A daughter. Taylor. They’d decided. The thought filled her mind, unable to be shaken once the idea was in her head.
“Did the Doctor call?” Carmilla continued, “or did Laf sneak in and run those tests they’ve been trying to get us to let them do?”
It’s a girl. It’s a girl. It’s a girl. Laura’s words rebounded through her head.
“It’s a girl?” Carmilla repeated.
She only noticed when Laura stopped talking. Then two hands came up and cupped her face, the wedding band cool against her skin. Laura was still smiling but her smile was tinged with amusement, “Um, Carm? You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”
Carmilla kept her hands on Laura’s belly, “You said the baby’s a girl.”
Laura looked like she was biting back laughter, “I wasn’t talking about the baby, Carm. We agreed that was going to be a surprise. I wouldn’t do it without you.”
Carmilla frowned, “Then what were you talking about.”
“Um,” Laura blushed but was still practically bouncing on her toes, “The new doctor? Doctor 13 from Doctor Who? It’s going to be played by a girl this time! Jodie Whittaker. I’m so excited.”
Her eyes sparkled, face lighting up at the announcement.
Carmilla groaned, sinking back against the wall with a hand on her face, “You’re killing me, Mrs Karnstein. Absolutely killing me.”
“You love it,” Laura leaned in, pressing against Carmilla.”Although now that you’ve brought it up, how do you feel about the name Jodie?”
Carmilla closed her eyes, shook her head, and smiled.
“The fan reaction to this show has been like massive, I mean, people are obsessed with it. I told you, like my entire office every Wednesday is like “Oh, it’s The Handmaid’s Tale day!” I mean, have you
started to noticed, you know, because you were on a show that had a very, very, very, rabid fan base and still does to this day in a lot of ways. Have you noticed like a wavering in the amount of people coming up to you now and being like “Serena Joy is the worst. I love you”? Just like that – it’s more Handmaid’s Tale now that people are getting into it?” [▶]
Okay I didn’t want to say anything, but, I think it’s time that everyone faced reality. No one else is speaking up, so I’ve gotta.
I’ve been seeing a lot of posts and comics and art about Lance making fun of Keith for being Texan recently. And as funny and cute as they are, that’s just wrong to me. It’s absolutely wrong. I mean, I’ve seen some serious mischaracterization of the Voltron crew before, but the fact that so many people have got it so wrong is just blowing my mind. We’ve got to face the facts people, Lance wouldn’t be making jokes about Keith being Texan.
Seriously though, how has this not been discussed? We’ve theorized and confirmed to ourselves that Hawkmoth is using a miraculous brooch that looks like a butterfly and what does he use? Butterflies. And what do white butterflies symbolize? Come now, has Until Dawn taught us nothing?
Yes, THAT Until Dawn (my apologies for spoilers), unfortunately there was nothing in the gif thing about anyone finding the butterfly totems, but basically white butterfiles mean fortune. And what’s Hawkmoth doing? Changing people’s fortune by giving them what they want in supervillain form so he can get what he wants in return, the miraculouses.
But really I’m leading you all up to something really stupid that popped into my head, all having to do with Fortune butterflies…And it goes like this:
Well, the whole thing was funnier when I thought of it. So this is my shit post for this fandom. Anyone want to do an animatic for it, go for it. It’s too perfect to pass up.
...a centaur? I'm small and pale, maybe I'm a ghost? Anyway I'm intrigued by your proposition GCFB
Trying to distract us all from your crimes, I see? Please! A centaur?How pastoral; how non-deadly. A ghost? It’s as classic as you are, and as timeless and, yes, as haunting, but no. It is clear you are no innocent ghost, floating through our halls at night, spooky, sure, yet gutless and frail.
No, you, My Lady, are a Siren. And you are lethal.
People are lured from their offices and their homes by your song. It carries that far from the water- unusual, for a siren. (Do you deny it?)
They plug their ears and cover their eyes, yet when your song carries across the misty saltwater breezing off the sea in the night or in early morn, if they have not tied their hands down and enlisted the help of their loved ones in resisting, they still abandon their friends, their families, and their jobs and obligations and they come down to the water to hear to you. (Do you deny it?)
Your song does not affect everyone all at once, you see. Only some can hear it. Again, unusual for a siren. Every time you sing, you peel off more and more of the local population, collecting your mortals in handfuls at a time rather than all at once. (Do you deny it?)
Those who have fallen under your spell, well, what is left of their lives? They aren’t the people they were before they were lured down to the water to hear you sing. Their attention lapses. Things that mattered to them no longer have the same allure. They go through the motions of their lives as ghosts, waiting for your song in order to live again. Their families mourn their loss, and restructure their lives around a body that remains in their midst and sometimes even makes dinner but is not really There. This is what you have done to our community. (Do you deny it?)
But I said you are lethal; I did not mean this only as a metaphor. Have I not yet said how? Aside from your slow lulling of the populace into a hypnotized state, people do drown themselves. Not to follow your song when you sing; they drown themselves in search of it when it stops. Sometimes mortals wander down to the water if it has been many moons since your voice has been heard. They need to hear your voice, and they dive deeper, deeper, deeper. They are never seen from again.
Sometimes, i just can’t stop thinking about him, he’s one of my favorite characters in the Sing movie (alongside with the others also), I personally find as cute, adorable and yet-attractive, it’s like i have personal crush on this fellow
So, are we having a "floorigami" party now? I couldn't resist the pun, but seriously, can I come fold origami and lay on the floor? I can make 2 kinds of jumping frogs and a pony that flips.
Nice, cutie pie, and of course it’s a Floorigami Party! I’m making little stars right now, actually. They help with stress and they’re just so cute! So come one, come all to the Floorigami party where all folders both great and not-so-great are welcome!
Looks like this soprano is... *grabs sunglasses* in Treble... Sorry. When I saw the name, I couldn't resist. In all seriousness, what kind of a singer are you? Soprano, Mezzo-Soprano, Contralto? -Lyra, from megapxnies sideblog