#aenslem

takes place during what would be a MUCH longer road trip between these two before Black Noir shows up. (Or not, whatever you wanna imagine.)

It was growing easier to look at Doug and not see…well, Polarity tried not to think about it. His life was confusing enough, he didn’t need more of that shit. Not when he still felt roiled in grief from Andre, still struggling with his own incompetencies and the fact that his own powers were killing him… How the fuck much could one man take? He walked out of the tiny bathroom with the flickering light into the musty smelling hotel room. Doug was flipping mindlessly through channels, chuckling occasionally, shoving Fritos in his face. His levity dropped for a moment when he noticed Polarity there. He scooted back on the end of one of the two double beds to give the other man space to walk between him in the TV. “See any ‘God U Dean gets kidnapped’ news stories?” Polarity asked, sitting down on the end of the other bed and toeing off his shoes. He still felt the aches from where Cipher had done a number on torturing him. He almost welcomed the pain though. “Nope,” Doug said brightly, much like his name. “Which I take it is a great sign. Now all we need to do is figure out where to stash me before it’s found out that I’m gone. Or well, that he’s gone. You know what I mean.” A pause. “This is just like this movie that I loved to recommend to people, it’s called—“ Polarity put up a hand. “I don’t really give a shit what your favorite movie’s called.” “I didn’t say it was my favorite, just that it’s really good.” “Same difference, man.” Doug sat in silence, tapping the remote against his knee. “Do…do you hate me? I-I wouldn’t blame you if you did.” Polarity sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing his eyelids and the bridge of his nose with his fingertips. “No,” he said after a beat. “I don’t hate you.” Emphasized the you. “You’re a victim.” “So I said.” “I can make myself hate Godolkin though.” Doug stopped tapping the remote, his usual jovialness gone. “Yeah. Me too honestly.” He shuddered at the memories that now lived within him. “You seem…fine, Doug,” Polarity said, which wasn’t exactly a compliment, but he was juggling a fuckton. Doug’s face split into a grin. “Aw, thanks,” he said genuinely, then waved at the TV. “Mind if I…?” Polarity waved a hand and flopped back on the bed, staring at the stained ceiling. The muffled noise of voices through the TV came at him, but it was fine—it made it easier to drown out everything else.

well, i got the anon soon after reblogging an anti jkr thing and left some comments in the tags and that some people may have taken personally, so i suspect it might have been the reason 🤷🏻‍♀️

I am not very savvy musically! I only listen to music that's popular or found via TV or movies so, recently the song list is:

The Ballad of the Witches' Road (Agatha Through Time)

The Ballad of the Witches' Road (Lorna Wu version)

The Ballad of the Witches' Road (Japanese Breakfast version)

The Ballad of the Witches' Road (True Crime version)

The Ballad of the Witches' Road (Nicky's version)

i know it will come as a shock to absolutely everybody that has ever come in contact with my blog, but my favourite doctor is thirteen. i know, nobody saw it coming

lmao i did not see this coming

honestly, if i were to associate them with any animal, it would just be various dogs - like one and twelve have the vibes of an old shepherd dog, with twelve still being a little playful where one is just done with everything. four is a labradoodle, of course, and three is a poodle, because who am i kidding. five is an afghan, six is a chihuahua, and seven a dachshund. eight is a spaniel of some kind, nine is a pincher, ten is a lab, and eleven is something large and gangly, like a boxer or something. thirteen gives me corgi vibes, which might have as much to do with the energy that corgies tend to have as the fact that they are my favourite doctor and my favourite dogs.

i’ve been thinking a lot about time and being productive. outside work all I have been doing is playing ffxiv, writing fanfiction and tumblr stuff (occasional baking), and it makes me feel guilty. but all of it brings me joy so why should I feel guilty for it?