The way that the Jopson playlist is THREE TIMES LONGER than everyone else's and he gave him a little NICKNAME too. David it's ok we already knew he's your favorite character you didn't need to prove it to us.
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The way that the Jopson playlist is THREE TIMES LONGER than everyone else's and he gave him a little NICKNAME too. David it's ok we already knew he's your favorite character you didn't need to prove it to us.
One summew, when I was seven, my pawents sent me to wive with two aunts in Oxfordshire. I did nyot want to go. (>_<) The ewdewwy… have that effect on chiwdwen. But they wuvd me ^-^ and I gwew to wuv them. They wewe Papists, I came to find. Devout. Each Sunday, they'd weave me with a housemaid whiwe they attended a Cathowic mass. I was fwightenyed fow them. ;;w;; I'd been towd they wewe doing some gweat, unfowgivabwe thing. Then, onye mownying they took me with them. I was shaking. ;;w;; The sewvice was nyot the howwing spectacwe of sin I'd imagined, but was beautifuw. The singing souwnded dewivewed by angews themsewves. UwU When it came time fow the Euchawist, I found mysewf moved to step fowwawd. My aunts wewe suwpwised but pweased, I couwd see. I took the wafew on my tongue, drank fwom the chawice, and I fewt cwean. With the body and bwood of Chwist within me, I fewt fowgiven fow evewy poow, weak, ow sewfish thing within my souw. *cries* It was a pewfect moment, in a whole >w< impewfect life. The nyext week, when it came time to dwess, I pwetended to be iww. They knyew I was pwetending. To this day I don't knyow why I did it. They nyevew asked me to join them again. We nyevew spoke of it. It was the wast and onwy time I stepped into a Papist chuwch. But tonyight, when I cwose my eyes, ^w^ I'm thewe. If I wewe a bwavew man, I'd kiww Mw. Hickey (>_<) though it wouwd mean my death too. But I'm hungwy. I'm hungwy, and I want to live. *runs away*
My Terror fan theory is that Hodgson is aggressively bouncing his leg under the table during every single scene in the wardroom. Yes this includes the ones where they're discussing how long it will be until they starve to death.
"Hodgving is real," I say into the mic.
The fandom boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.
"They're right," it says. I look for the owner of the voice. There in the 5th row stands: Christos Lawton himself.
i was getting ready for another day of spying and murdering, practicing my interrogator death stare with my piercing blue orbs. just then, enabran tain came in. “pack your things.” he said. “i’ve sold you to pay our debts. meet your new owners, the crew of deep space 9.”
if Crozier had a nickel for every time someone close to him kept a mortal wound secret from him he'd have two nickels which isn't a lot but it's definitely enough to give him some very specific trauma for the rest of his life
the way that hickey and Stanley and even fucking TUUNBAQ all get modern AU lives full of hope and healing. meanwhile Crozier is actively suicidal.
The real fujoshi throne, of course, is Hodgson's cabin on the ship, perfectly situated between Little's and Irving's such that he can hear both of them jerking off and softly moaning the other one's name, each unbeknownst to the other.