toby walling

time indeed flies fast (but still not fast enough, lol). Only a week till my 21st birthday and till I’m going for a three days to Berlin + seeing Edguy. Can’t wait to have this little adventure with my best friend. I feel this little trip will be great. On the secondhand, i have no freakin idea how I will survive post concert depression n stuff. I’ll be gone for almost a week and I know I’ll have shitloads of uni work.. But if I survived this before I can survive this again!
Also it’s been a three weeks since I started to learn German again and well, I’m doing pretty good. Tho there are some things that I still kinda don’t understand, but all in all I’m doing pretty great and I’m so happy about that!

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- Men are going to die today attacking that merchant ship out there and they’ll die not knowing it was all based on a lie.
- A lie?
- We don’t even know if the Urca’s schedule is accurate. We’re completely relying on the cook. How can you just pretend you have no doubts about any of this? 
- Years of practice. There’s always doubt, Billy. No sane man would deny that. No good captain would acknowledge it. Take our present route, for instance.

anonymous asked:

helooo, could you hint me to good Sam/Jack fic? i finished reading "the dreams we left behind" which i saw you shared a couple of days ago on here and i kinda figured you're the right person to ask for more? thxxxx

I bet you thought you were asking me a simple question with a simple answer, right Anon? Ha! I am generally incapable of brief answers. If a normal person would write three paragraphs, I will probably write three pages. That’s why this ask took me so long to answer. I’ve been working on this post on and off for weeks!

So…I might be able to point you in the direction of a few good Sam/Jack fics. ;-) Check my Stargate fic rec tag, for starters…

And now, FINALLY, here is a superlong list of my favorite Sam/Jack authors and stories, in no particular order. Note that for every one of these authors, I recommend pretty much anything they’ve written; the stories I mention here are my favorites.

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Why Toby Can't Hang Out With BEN
  • BEN: *being a perv and watching p*rn on his labtop in his room facing a wall*
  • Toby: *walks into BEN's room* Hey BEN!
  • BEN: *pauses* Oh, hey Toby!
  • Toby: *walks over* Watch ya doing? *too innocent to know what p*rn is*
  • *Hoodie and Masky walk past BEN's room listening to the conversation*
  • BEN: P*rn.
  • Toby: Whats p*rn?
  • *Hoodie and Masky hear and run to kill BEN*
  • BEN: *perverted smirk* Wanna see?
  • Hoodie: *covers Toby's eyes and takes him out of the room*
  • Masky: *closrs the door once Hoodie and Toby left. Beats the loving sh*t out of BEN*
  • BEN: *screams like a little girl*
  • Hoodie: *uncovers Toby's eyes*
  • Toby: Hoodie! Why did you do that?! BEN was going to show me what p*rn was!
  • Hoodie: P*rn is a bad thing, perverts watch it like Masky's smoking problem.
  • Toby: *understands* Oh... oh okay!
  • Hoodie: Your not aloud to hang out with BEN... Lets get you some waffles.
  • Toby: WAFFLES! *runs to kitchen*
  • *innocence saved from BEN*
  • Hoodie: *chuckles and follows after*

anonymous asked:

Do you have any hoodie x masky x toby headcanons?

/\ hell yeah thanks for asking!!! /\

If they’re cuddling and they pass out, usually Brian is leaning on the wall with Toby in his lap and Tim hugging them all from behind Toby.

The star wars boys like to fight eachother with lightsaber toys. ((Rhyme??? No?))

Brian likes to read Tim and Toby to sleep, since its hard to get them to bed.

Brian has this thing called ‘self care time’ where he does tons of self care things. At the end of one meeting, Tim and Toby both had their hair brushed, lotioned hands and painted nails.

When they have to go to important meetings, Tim has to do Toby and Brian’s ties and buttons. They just can’t do them.

They all started dating from when Toby fell asleep in Tim and Brian’s laps, and started talking in his sleep. To sum it up, he confessed everything to them while sleeping.

Brian then had to tell Tim that he loved both of them too, which leaded to Tim mumbling ‘I love you both as well.’

When Toby woke up he was surprised with kisses from Brian and Tim.

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In the Loop Malcolm feels *very strongly* that post-truth has ALWAYS been the word of the year.

And just because he knows it *factually* hasn’t ALWAYS been the word of the year*…well, what the fuck do actual *facts* have to do with ~feeling~ The Truth?

*(yeah, because SOME years the word of the year is omnishambles.)

Also, another feeling ITL Malcolm has? The strangest sense of déjà vu when Simon won’t take yes for an answer during his sacking.)

Back into the Labyrinth

The world sat under a blanket of silent ebony, as a lone woman walked along a dusty path; worn by age and footfall into the rock. It was strange but she felt the overwhelming feeling of déjà vu that just wouldn’t shift from her mind. Everything seemed so familiar and yet somehow alien at the same time almost as if the memory has been warped somehow. As she walked, the painfully recognisable stone walls glistened in the harsh sunlight making the look as if they were covered in a layer of fine glitter. The reflection from the shimmering stone blinded her for a moment, causing her to stumble over an overgrown tree root. It snaked its way around her fragile ankle making her suspect that it was alive. In her struggle to get free, the root somehow managed to claim her shoe leaving the soft arch of her foot to discover that the limb was covered in tiny thorn which bit into her skin.

The woman cursed under her breath and pulled the tiny barbs from her foot before she stood and went to reunite her shoes. She went to lean against the wall so she could squeeze her foot back into the unruly boot without bothering with the lengthy unlacing process as barbs from the root had knotted with her laces. As she transferred her weight onto her covered foot while she went to lean against what she presumed was solid wall of rock. However, as she quickly discovered the wall was not solid at all, in fact, there was no wall there at all. She grasped desperately at the air for a second before the world tilted violently skyward and she landed rather painfully on her back. She lay there for a minute or two feeling thoroughly winded and bruised. All she could do was look up at the glittering night sky.

“How peculiar, stars in the middle of the day” she muttered to herself as the midday sun was painfully obvious, with its sticky heat. Yet night fell around the burning ball which was actually quite soft considering the time of day. She noticed how it seemed to pulse, it’s corona flickered rings of purple and green. For a moment she thought she must be looking up into space; had the sky not been darkened by the shadow of a large bird. It’s a gigantic wingspan threw an equally large shadow over everything she could see. She squinted against the sun to see what type of magnificent creature would create would leave such a grand shadow in its wake. But by the time she looked up, it was already hidden by the sun’s rays. She heard it screech somewhere among the stars. A loud, demanding sound as if it was announcing its presence as lord of the sky. At the sound, a shiver ran down her spine and she lay still, unblinking for a few moments until she was certain the bird had passed.


She got up, rubbing the back of her neck, having landed awkwardly on a rock and began dusting herself off. It was then that woman began to realise exactly why she had taken a tumble. Running fingers over the stone until they met the air again the girl deduced that she had come across a passageway that had been hiding in plain sight all along. The strange feeling of déjà vu increased as she decided to carry on along this new path. As she rounded the corner, the scenery turned into paving slabs, surrounded by thick emerald green hedgerows. They looked as if they belonged in the silicone perfection of suburbia; not a twig was out of place. She had to reach out and touch the luscious greenery just to convince herself that it was not in fact made out of plastic.

“what an odd place this is, it can’t quite make up its mind over what it wants to be” the woman said to herself as she ran her long slender fingers through the long mess of smoky coloured hair. “Neither can you” A voice whispered behind her causing her to turn expectantly, yet there was nothing there; just the walled eternity she had just come through.


The stifling heat of the midday sun gave her a rather unpleasant sensation as her hair stuck to her increasingly clammy skin. If it had been somewhat cooler then no doubt the hair on the back of her neck would have stood on end, but as it was she felt nothing but a slight feeling of unease.

“So are you stone or shrubbery?” she asked a small part of her wishing that the bush would answer her but it did no such thing as it was a mere bush and therefore did not have the ability to speak. As she continued walking the path ahead of her split out into a cross road. She tried to see if there was any kind of signpost that would help but if there was one she certainly couldn’t find it. Not that she would know where to go, even if the paths were clearly labelled. She was just wondering aimlessly, letting her feet and the strong sense of familiarity guide her on a kind of autopilot. She tried to picture in her mind what she was looking for and why she was even here. Yet it felt as if a dense fog had taken over her thoughts and the answer was just out of reach.  She could almost touch it but whenever she tried the thought just sunk deeper into the fog. She did have a vague feeling that she was looking for something though that could just as easily be a someone. But she couldn’t concentrate long enough to connect the smoke-like wisps of thought together.


She peered down each one of the paths and was surprised by what she found. Of course, the paths were identical and if she didn’t know any better she could have sworn she was looking into three well-placed mirrors as the paths were infuriatingly identical and unassuming.

“This place is maddening” She muttered to herself. She had a sneaking suspicion that the path before her was something of a dead end so that just left the two side paths.

“Left or right?” she mused to herself, though she has the strangest feeling that both paths circled round and joined back up just out of view. She shuffled her feet along the ground, kicking a small stone which skittered off towards the right before disappearing out of view. She took it as a deciding sign and set off on the new path.


One thing she instantly noticed that was different was the odd sheen the paving stone seemed to have. It magnified the callous midday sun, which stung her eyes and left spots on her vision. That, and there was a sudden loss of cover from the lush hedgerows.

Large gnarled trees had begun to interweave with the emerald greenery, choking out the life from the plants almost viciously. In its wake sat row upon row of skeletal shrubbery that looked like it had been taken straight from a gothic fairytale.

She sighed to herself wistfully and took in a deep breath of the lightly spiced air. The smell was so unusual and yet so familiar. Was it the fragrance of the wallflowers or something else? She wondered to herself. Either way, the aroma was strangely comforting and it did nothing but exacerbate the feeling that she had done all this before somehow. She felt an odd pinpoint of recognition reverberated somewhere deep inside her. But alas it was too deep to dredge forth any sort of memory.
“This must be some kind of a maze there meant to be confusing,” she said to herself before she stopped in her tracks. “No not a maze it’s a….” she paused as she searched for the word; It was just on the tip of her tongue.

“Labyrinth!” she declared triumphantly, yes that was the right word alright. The word stirred up something in her memory but it refused to surface and buried itself back in her subconscious before she had a chance to grasp it. She let out a defeated sigh and went to carry on the path when she heard a voice behind her.

“Sarah” it whispered. She jumped and quickly turned to confront whoever said her name but she saw nothing but the oddly glittery dust blowing along the path she had already ventured through. The echoing crack of tumbling rocks shook her world along with the teeth grinding scream of metal scraping against metal. The path in front of her and the labyrinth walls began to crumble away as if the stone was made out of soft bread. The hedges began to uproot themselves as if possessed by some unseen force and before she knew it Sarah was surrounded by huge chasms on each side. She stood on an impossibly tiny island of rock as all around her was the darkness of an unending void.


A word suddenly appeared in her mind as she stood there staring down into the nothingness that had her cornered. ‘Jareth’,  it was a strange sounding word and she wasn’t sure what it meant or why it had suddenly appeared in her head, but she felt the compulsion to say it out loud.

“Jareth?” Sarah asked aloud the word tingled on her lips as if she had just been kissed by an invisible lover. She felt a small breeze brush her hair aside as a deep enchanting voice whispered in her ear.

“My, oh my Sarah, how things have changed. Do you still think it was all a dream?” The voice asked. It was undeniably a masculine voice and so delightfully smooth it was intoxicating but more than that it was so damned recognisable. She felt a shiver run down her spine as the velvet voice said her name. It brought forth feelings of confusion and a strong feeling that left her wanting more.

“You’ll see soon enough. Sweet dreams Sarah” the voice whispered with a chuckle. “As the world falls down” the voice seemed to sing, hauntingly the words echoing slightly before fading away.

She wanted more, she felt the need to hear this voice again but before she had the chance to do anything a sharp pain sliced through her temple. She put her hand up to her now throbbing head and she saw blood on her fingertips. She gasped and tried to move away from whatever it was but the small patch of the path that was left crumbled beneath her feet. Leaving her to be devoured whole by the murky darkness.

Another sharp pain erupted in her head, as her eyes flickered open to see a toy car come sailing through the air only to land inches away from her head, leaving paint scraping on the now slightly indented wall.

“Toby you little monster how many times have I told you not to throw toys,” Sarah said sleepily. She back was stiff from falling asleep in the wrong chair. A heavy cramp had claimed her limbs making her feel as if she was in early rigour mortise. She promised herself that this was going to be the last time she fell asleep on the sofa, the next time she might wake up finding something worse than just toys flying at her head.

“I swear those dreams just get weirder by the day,” she thought to herself as this time a house made of Lego bricks came flying towards her. The mischievous little boy giggled as he watched his sister try and dodge out of the way from the army of assaulting toys

“My Sarah” the little boy exclaimed “My Bad Sarah has bad dreams” he giggled almost manically. Normally giggling would have been sweet and endearing on any other child but when Toby did it, somehow it always seemed unnerving. She hated to admit it but it always seemed like her little brother was planning something unseemly when he laughed like that. She knew that it couldn’t be true, the only things her brother cared about were toys and food. But that didn’t stop her from feeling that there was something slightly off about her little brother but whatever that thing was she couldn’t quite quantify it.