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this is so cute omg

Retired Timelords 😃

Okay, I have a BMC headcanon that I'm curious to know if y'all agree with. Ready?

Okay, Headcanon that Jeremy has one of those parental control phones with no apps except texting and photos, so Micheal lets him borrow his phone to play games on and go on social media (I could see him as a tumblr kid). And Jeremy is nice, so he buys Micheal slushies and coffee in return and lets him copy his homework.

Should I turn this into a fanfic?!?! There are too few BMC fics in this world!

Let me know if you agree!

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Hades: Can’t wait until Persephone is my wife so I can say “I love my wife” and introduce her to people by saying “I’d like you to meet my wife” and get out of boring social events by saying “I have to go home to my wife” and talk about her to anyone who will listen because she’s my wife and I adore her.

This is amazing!

I am still here

A/N: Dexter, Valkyrie Mini Drabble. No spoilers, all hypothetical.

“What do you have to say for yourself?!!” 

Dexter looked up slowly, groaning from the pain in his back as his body protested against his movement. He hissed when Valkyrie hit him against the shoulder, her knuckles cracking pretty harshly into his collarbone. “God DAMN IT, Val…” He bit his lip and smoothed his fingers over the sore spot. 

The black haired fury before him could barely contain the white lightning in her eyes. Dexter felt something drop inside his stomach at the sight of her distorted face. Her quivering bottom lip made him realize how tired they’d grown of losing each other. How much fear they carried inside themselves. Fear of having to grieve even more than they’d already had. 

Dexter moved his head away from the Doctor’s inspection which she accepted with a sigh. He was sitting on a chair in the Sanctuary. They would have taken him to the medical bay, but he had refused. Even though a house had fallen to its ruins on top of him, he was sure he’d be okay. He had to be. 

With his sad, blue eyes he looked up at Valkyrie in all her trembling, angry, fearful form. He had seriously scared her. Carefully he tried to reach for her wrist, but the muscles in his arms weren’t happy about that. Valkyrie noticed the slight shaking in his shoulder and that furious, suffering expression of hers turned even worse. 

In a haste, she took a step back, staggering slightly. “You are the worst, the most insufferable idiot, the absolute worst, you hear me!!” 

Dexter’s shoulders slumped slightly. His short fingernails were digging into his palms as he clenched his fists. “I was protecting you.” 

“Well, guess what!” Valkyrie shouted in response. “I don’t need protection!! You know very well, that I am by far much more powerful than you are!! That house dropping on top of me?? Maybe I would have come out unharmed. But no, you had to push me out of the way to almost get freaking killed!!” 

Dexter stayed silent, as Valkyrie tried to regain a normal breathing pattern after her hysterical sermon. He felt a burning feeling inside of his throat and he was certain it for once wasn’t to blame on the remnant Daquesse had pulled out of it. “Maybe.” 

Valkyrie lifted her head out of her hands and looked at him imploringly. “What?” 

“You said ‘maybe’ you’d come out unharmed.” 

Valkyrie bit the side of her cheek. 

Dexter closed his eyes for a second and managed a short smile. “It wasn’t much of a choice, you know. I just did it. I just pushed you out of the way.”

Some of the fury vanished from Valkyrie’s eyes, making more space for the aftermath of her fear: the tears. “You- you-” she choked out, fighting the need to cry that was rising in her throat, “you almost got yourself killed.”

“No.” Dexter said quietly, gently. He had a hard time gulping down his emotions himself. “I am still here.” 

Valkyrie continued her inner battle against the tears, until Dexter opened his right arm as far as he could, inviting her to make sure he was still alive and well for herself. That little offer of a hug was all it took to make the sobs break out of her. Dexter suppressed the groan of pain that almost escaped him when Valkyrie’s body slammed against his own in a bone crushing hug. Considering the fact that his ribs were definitely cracked and his shoulder had been dislocated until mere minutes before this, he was doing a good job at biting it all back. Admittedly, it did soothe some of Dexter’s pains to bury his face in Valkyrie’s hair and breathe in her scent of life. He could imagine that it worked the other way around as well. 

They were still here. They hadn’t yet turned into ghosts. 

some random i met on tinder texted me about twilight out of the blue without any indication from me whatsoever that i am in fact twilight trash i have to scream i’ll keep y’all updated