THE MARVELS (2023) dir. Nia DaCosta

There is no actual, tangible reason why we allow people to starve, to be homeless, to suffer and die needlessly. Food is plentiful. Empty homes are plentiful. Medicine is plentiful. It’s hidden away behind constructs and we pretend those constructs mean something. There is an empty home and a homeless family, give them it. There is a sick child and common medicine to treat it, give it to them. There is a starving person and so much food wasted by corporations or hidden behind a dollar sign, feed them.

Her tea is cold and the cat hasn’t been scratched since Heather left for work six hours ago, but forty-seven student papers are graded and ready to be sent back to the despairing arms of their creators. She checks them over one more time and takes a deep breath. “Sending in three…two…one…and done!” Bill slams the button with more force than a casual observer might think warranted, then startles out of her chair as a wispy figure materializes behind her.

“Heather! Thought you had work all day today.”

“Yes, but every writer has her process. You know me…I can’t stay in one place too long. Unless,” Heather adds, shaking her curls, “my wife is in that place.”

Bill chuckles, tilting her chair back to look Heather in the face. “Kiss?”

“Always,” Heather says, and bends down. Their lips brush for a moment, greeting and affirmation in one.

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*takes finger out of nose

lookin at you

apply for jobs you’re not qualified for! audit upper-level classes! get drunk with your TAs! see that poster advertising that lecture series? go there take notes and ask questions! thank the presenter for talking about this topic you love! if the class is full before you register, email the professor and ask if they can squeeze you in! RAISE YOUR HAND! tell the disability accomodation office to do their goddamn job! ask for help! file complaints! go to class in your pajamas and destroy the reading! you got this! you KNOW you got this! be arrogant enough to learn EVERYTHING! take your meds! punch a velociraptor in the dick! fear is useless and temporary! glory is forever! shed your skin and erupt angel wings! help out! spread your sun!

i had a really good morning! you deserve a really good morning! kill anyone who says you don’t and build a throne from their bones!

ALL 👏🏾 OF 👏🏾 THEM 👏🏾

Static & Miles by Nikolas Draper-Ivey

The Scottish Werewolf of Hackney - Part V

Welp, here we are again…

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - FFN - AO3 

A visitor comes to Coal Hill and Basil is proven correct. [2533 words; Whouffaldi werewolf AU]

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I love them,,,, so much

This is pretty awesome!

Hi, could you do one where Bill and Missy get stranded somewhere and have to wait patiently together for the Doctor to return for them?

“Right,” Bill shifted from foot to foot, partly fearful for her life and partly fearful of dying an immediate and fatal gay death on the spot due to, well, the general proximity of one very attractive and very dangerous Time Lady. “I’m just going to… wait over here.”

She tried to sidle towards the far side of the viewing gallery, but found her way impeded by Missy. “Now, dearie,” the Time Lady purred, cocking her head to the side and pouting in an overly exaggerated manner. “Don’t look so frightened, I’m not going to bite. Unless you ask very nicely.”

Bill turned a violent shade of maroon, blushing like an idiot as she fought to remember how to elucidate something, anything, by way of response. “I…” she managed after a moment, her voice oddly strangled. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Sure?” Missy tipped her a wink. “I can be so much fun.”

“Sure,” Bill squeaked. “I’ll uh. I’ll just be. Yeah.”

Oh god, she prayed, edging away from Missy’s grasp. Doctor, please hurry. I might die a very gay death otherwise.