#numbered au meme

[thecrazyalaskan]

can I give u $20 for 35 with vanillatastic or maybe an UT ship

[ x | @drdadster ]Have some Vanillatastic on the house~

“You can't make me go in.” 

Vanellope sighed, hands flexing around the steering wheel. Somehow she knew he was going to say that... “I know.” 

Turbo side-eyed the ivy-covered brick walls with something not unlike venom in his gaze. “So why are we parked outside some twelve step program bullshit?” he groused, rubbing the back of his neck and thumbing toward the building. 

“It’s inpatient,” Vanellope reasoned, eternally the patient one, “and they don’t do the twelve step thing.” He opened is mouth to protest, and she cut him off. "I know because I asked.” 

He grimaced, though if it was from being called out or from the withdrawals. “Smartass...” he grumbled, not meeting her gaze. 

“C’mon, just...” She paused, tipping her head back, willing the universe to give her strength to get through this conversation (and possibly the argument after), before meeting Turbo’s gaze. “Give it a shot. Please?” 

At length, he sagged against the passenger seat headrest. “Fuck, I hate when you look at me like that.”  

“Like what?” she asked.  

“With those--” He bent to pick up a battered duffel bag with the few possessions he’d be allowed-- “big hazel eyes like you care about me or some shit.” 

Despite the seriousness of the situation, of what lead up to this moment, Vanellope couldn’t help but smile slightly. “I do care about you, loser.” 

[thecrazyalaskan]

childhood best friends au- Azoulas and Julian.

[ x | @sounddrive​ ]Curious about who the hell Ąžuolas and Julian are? Come on down to @vesuvianoak​ (run by yours truly)~ Julian is about 13, Ąžuolas is 10, im making up the math as i go lmao

"Hey Ilya?” Ąžuolas asked, his bare feet skimming the water as he sat, hip to hip with his best friend. 

“Hmm?” Ilya’s gaze shifted from the horizon to the boy beside him. 

“Do you think there’re mermaids down there?” Ąžuolas peered down at the water under the dock. 

“I bet there are,” Ilya confirmed, leaning forward. “Bába...” He paused-- he was entirely too old to be using childish words like bába, but he trusted that Ąžuolas wouldn’t tease him for the slip of the tongue. “Mazelinka’s says she’s seen ‘em.” 

Ąžuolas‘ eyes widened behind his glasses. Auntie Mazelinka’s word was gospel, especially to the children of Nevivon. “What would you do if you saw one?” he asked. 

“Probably trade for its treasure,” Ilya replied confidently, leaning back on his hands and turning his gaze to the sky, the same pale gray color as his eyes. 

“I’d make friends with them,” Ąžuolas said thoughtfully. 

“You want to make friends with everyone, Azzy,” Ilya reminded, the words not without malice. 

He couldn’t help but smile at that. “Everyone deserves friends, Ilya.” 

[thecrazyalaskan]

32 Archie x Theresa? 8D

Prompt 32: Doctor / Companian AU [TW: Mentioned abuse]Requested by feministxibalba

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"So… We can go anywhere I want?"

Following the questions about being dead and the physics of why the old girl was bigger on the inside, this was a common question, and even newly regenerated, the Doctor (she’d read the name Theresa in the newspaper recently, and decided that this new companion could call her that if Doctor didn’t suit his tastes) smiled at hearing it. “Anywhere in time or space, Mr. Vincent,” she confirmed.

"My name is Archie," the young man reminded, not for the first time today.

"Consider the possibilities," she went on, darting about the TARDIS’ control panels with purpose. "The birth of humanity, Rome at the height of power, the eve of the French Revolution, the beaches of Normandy in real time—"

"What about a place in present day?" he asked suddenly.

"Of course," Theresa answered.

"Can I give you a specific address?" Archie hopped off his perch on a rail and moved toward her, the gold metal of his brace the brightest thing in the blue-gray light of the control room.

"Well, the old girl can be a bit difficult," Theresa admitted, running her hands fondly over the control panels, "but I’m sure she can manage." She looked at Archie with twinkling, almost mischievous eyes. "What did you have in mind?"

"I have a score to settle," he replied simply.

•

They were in a small chamber off the main control room, Archie seated in a soft armchair and Theresa dashing from cabinet to drawer, piling up medical supplies in her arms as she went and screeching, “Archie James Vincent, what in God’s name were you thinking?”

"The bastard had it coming?" he replied, shrugging one shoulder and keeping a tissue pressed to a gash on his cheek.

"You walked up to someone’s house, asked the owner his name andpunched him!” she scolded, sitting in the chair next to him, the gathered supplies piled up on the small end table between their chairs. “A fistfight with a fifty year old man!” She picked up a clean cloth and poured a healing salve, light green and foul smelling, onto it and dabbed the salve to a scrape on his cheek, dragging him closer by the T-shirt sleeve when he flinched back from the rag. “You told me you had a score to settle!”

"That was the score," he said simply.

"That was a beat-down!" Theresa snapped.

"A beat down twenty-five years in the making," Archie growled. "He had every punch coming to him."

"How dare you use me and my TARDIS to get into a fight like that?" she hissed.

"You want to know ‘how dare I?’" he repeated angrily, pushing the rag away.

"Please, do tell—try to afford me more manners than you did back there."

"You told me anywhere I wanted," he reminded her. "I wanted to go back to that house and finish what he’d started."

"And what pray tell was that?" she asked, rolling her eyes and taking up a roll of bandages.

When Archie spoke, his voice was frigid. “That son of a bitch was my old man. He treated me like shit from the day I was born—see this?” He thrust his right leg out and pointed to the heavy brace encasing his ankle and lower calf. “He’s the reason I need this to walk—he beat me so bad that I couldn’t walk the next morning.One more kick would have completely destroyed my already wrecked ankle. Being told every day for fourteen years that you’re stupid and worthless and unwanted, and then running away and never seeing the bastard again for ten more years sticks with you, and you swear on your life that when you’re finally old enough and strong enough that the next time you see him you’re going to beat the shit out of him—that was the score I needed to settle.”

Theresa’s hands were still, and her eyes were wide. “I’m sorry,” she finally murmured. “I didn’t realize that there was that much more to it.” She reached over and took his hands in hers, lightly squeezing his fingers as she looked them over. “Bloodied knuckles are a pain to treat—but I’m sure I have something here for that… 

The soft tone was quite the change from the yelling earlier. “Aren’t you going to finish tearing me a new one?” he asked. 

"Well, now that I’ve considered all the facts…" She poured a different solution onto a clean rag. "I think I can give you a pass for that one."

…Oh. “Thanks,” he mumbled. 

"And if I may be so bold?" she went on, exposing pink flesh as she wiped away the blood form his knuckles.

"Go ahead, it’s your spaceship," he replied, although he was listening very closely.

"I don’t think of you as stupid," she said simply, "or worthless or unwanted. After all, you took out a Dalek on your own—that’s quite clever of you. I think…" She paused to consider her words carefully, so they would both convey the truth and not sound condescending. "I think you’re a very worthwhile person, and I would much like for you to come with me." 

Archie looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “I could use a change of scenery,” he announced finally, lightly—but the smile on his face said that he was just as thrilled with the prospect of being her companion as she was. 

[thecrazyalaskan]

15. Any Class of the Titan ship you have.

Hosnap I can write some Archie x Neil 8D That tag is disgustingly neglected. Thanks to feministxibalba for the bunny. As you can see it got adopted into a good home, lol. Also, not that it really matters, I tend to think of Archie as being more bi, while Neil is somewhere in the Bi / Pan area. :P Feel free to send more of these if you want to see something different uwu 

Prompt 15: Meeting in the ER / A&E AU Requested by sounddrive

The text Archie received said simply, Accident. Theresa’s in ICU @—and that was when he went into autopilot. How else did one drop everything and get to the local hospital that quickly without remembering a damn thing about the drive?The ER was a place he never liked being in his youth (and he’d spent more than a few nights there), and that certainly hadn’t changed. Still, it was with single-minded determination that he approached the reception and asked after the state of Theresa Elaine Sheridan.The girls at the desk didn’t know anything, but even if they did, since Archie wasn’t next of kin, they couldn’t have told him much to start off, but he was more than welcome to wait. Not seeing another option in sight, he nodded and stalked off to the clusters of cheap 1970s orange plastic chairs and their accompanying two year old issues of People.As an apparent additional “screw you, Archie” from the Fates, there were few chairs remaining, and he dropped into the one next to what—or rather, who—appeared to be the least non-sucky seatmate, a young man about his age, maybe a year or two older, with blond hair and tanned skin. His long legs were stretched out in front of him, revealing designer shoes and jeans (everything was designer, so far as Archie’s untrained eye could tell), and he was playing with a phone, despite the prominent signs posted every few yards stating that he should be doing no such thing. His gaze was highly focused—except for when the “Authorized Personnel Only” door opened. Then his eyes widened and his head snapped toward the sound, only for him to return to his phone when his name wasn’t called or when no one approached him.Archie shifted in the seat, trying to find a way to get comfortable, before he reached into his messenger bag and pulled out the book he’d just pulled from his personal library’s self when he got the text message from hell. Still, no mater how well-thumbed the book was, he couldn’t find himself focusing long enough to bear reading The Illiad, so he found himself staring at the opposite wall and absently flipping the pages.It felt like hours, but had only been a few minutes when he heard someone comment, “You look like you’re going to throw up.”Archie’s head turned toward the voice, which he was surprised to note was coming from his neighbor. “I’m sorry?”"You look like you’re going to throw up," the blond repeated."I’m worried," Archie said, his tone defensive."No judging here," the other assured. "So am I.""Who in an ER isn’t?" Archie grumbled. Still, the conversation was better than the choking silence. "What brings you in at one in the afternoon on a Saturday?"The blonde seemed to hesitate, but finally pocketed his phone and sat up straight, then leaned forward, his hands folded in his lap. “My sister, Theresa,” he admitted. Archie was briefly struck by the one in a million odds that he’d encounter someone who was also waiting for a Theresa. “Well—she’s not blood, but we’re so close…” He swallowed hard. “Car accident—hit some ice on the road and…” He looked at Archie with a smile the latter knew he was forcing. “What about you? Girlfriend, I’m guessing?” His gaze drifted down—”Or boyfriend, as the case may be?” Archie shifted his legs slightly, his gaze following the blond’s to consider the local campus’ LGBT alumni association logo pinned on his bag. “Here for a friend,” he admitted quietly. “I don’t know what happened—I just know there was an accident.”"I’m sure she’ll be fine," the blond consoled.Archie lifted his head and offered his companion a thin but appreciative smile. “Thanks—and I bet your sister’s going to pull through none the worse for wear.” The words seemed to lift some of the weight from the blond’s shoulders, and he offered Archie his hand. “Neil Cole.”Archie smiled and took Neil’s hand in his own. “Archie Vincent.”