bring the bass back

my love, your love, your time machine.

[thestargazerlily]

── lilly

YOU SEEM PRETTY ANGRY FOR A GIRL SO FULL OF HOPE.

20s. she/her. stuck in a time loop (again). germany. of sunsets and earrings and unmade beds. something different bloomed, writing in my room. at the beach, in every life, through every door.

[🪩] my web weavings [🐛] my edits [🍀] my writing ⋆ ao3 [🎧] music recs ⋆ my spotify [📖] fable ⋆ reado [🩷] fav books/movies/shows/albums of... 2025

[pghumfort]

In S3, Langdon says he has somewhere to go after work, and either Ellis or Santos ask “Where? The ‘Most Divorced Man in Pittsburgh’ contest?” while pointing at his beard.

[mermaidrobby]

[mjpens]

Some samira mohan angst

[craftclass]

@kingdonmicrofic july 7, karaoke (wc: 474/420)

That Monday, nothing is different.

Mel had thought maybe it would be - it had been kind of Santos to invite her to karaoke, and Mel thought they had fun screaming that Alanis Morrisette song together. 

But it’s like it never happened. Santos is as bristly as ever, and when Mel floats the idea of getting some more of those chili fries they had the other night, she just says, "Yeah, no, I drank way too much. Not doing that again.” She doesn't even bother looking up from her computer screen. 

2. Javadi and Whitaker share a look, and Mel catches it, which makes her wonder if there have been times when she hasn’t.

She's been talking for a while, and sure, she's talking fast, and yeah, her hands are twisting - and Javadi's eyes slide to Whitaker and Whitaker's eyebrows go up, just a little.

Mel knows what that means. 

3. She’d thought she might have better luck with Cassie, who is always nice to her.

But: "Oh - no, I can't," she says, before Mel has even finished asking if she’d like to go check out that new bookstore across the street. "I've got Harrison."

"Right," Mel says. "Of course."

"Rain check," Cassie says, and she squeezes Mel's arm on her way past.

Cassie does have a kid. That's a real reason. It's just that the no came so fast.

4. Robby comes back from sabbatical smiling and saying good morning to everyone, and Mel is glad to see him. 

But he’s more closed off than before, somehow. She tells him about the most interesting case she worked while he was gone but his eyes are somewhere beyond her and he doesn’t react to the parts of the story that she thought he would. 

She trails off and he claps her on the shoulder and says, "Good stuff.”

5. Frank has been getting happier every day.

It’s not, like, completely linear - he still gets frustrated sometimes, and he really doesn’t enjoy a few of the people they work with, but all things considered his mood has been trending upwards. 

They’re at the lockers and she’s taking her hair down. She's talking and he’s really listening, laughing and frowning in turn at all the right bits. She combs her fingers through her braid, and then fiddles with her hair tie after it’s all come loose.

"Hey" he says, looking at the maroon elastic between her fingers. "Could I have that? Sorry. That's weird. I just-“

"Sure," she says. He used to wear a black one on his wrist, for a few weeks after he came back to work, but he must have lost it. She would have given him one of hers sooner, if he’d asked.

She hands it over, and he just holds it for a second. Then he slips it onto his wrist and pushes it up, snug against his black beaded bracelet.

He’s pleased: “Hey, thanks. It’ll be nice to always have a bit of you around, you know?”

[thestargazerlily]

@kingdonmicrofic day 7: karaoke ✴︎ 420/420 words ✴︎ warning: mentions of alcohol

First Saturday of the month is karaoke day. After You Oughta Know on the Fourth, the girls settled on a schedule.

Since then, Mel got a taste for vodka cranberries and dancing her heart out on stage. With enough encouragement, she even went up by herself.

When Trinity posts a clip of Mel singing Starships, word gets around.

Colorful lights dance across the sticky floor. It's happy hour, and Mel twists the straw of her Pink Martini. They've got company tonight: McKay is giving her best Shania Twain performance; Victoria watches, mouth hanging open.

Trinity returns from the bathroom. "You're up in five."

"What'd you pick?"

"Surprise."

To spice things up, they've been choosing songs for each other. Mel hopes Trin will go easy on her since the house is full and their coworkers are here. Trin checks her phone for the dozenth time.

"She's not coming?" Mel asks carefully.

"Nah. Whatever…" Trin nods at the door; Al-Hashimi and Samira step in through the purple beaded curtain.

Mel hopes for no other familiar faces. It's one thing to let loose with just Trin watching, but entirely different with her superiors around. She takes a big sip of her cocktail as McKay finishes.

The stage is right up at the round tables, but the lights are so blinding, the faces are just blurry bits. Mel recognizes the song from the first beat.

"I feel like fallin' in love, I'm in the mood to fuck somethin' up." CUFF IT. Beyoncé.

Mel nods to Trin, takes the mic and finds her rhythm. The song's on her shower playlist, she knows it inside out. Her braid sways, her shirt rides up her stomach a little when she moves her hips. Whenever she's up, she feels cool. Sexy.

Third verse's the best.

"Hypersonic, sex erotic, on my body, boy, you got it."

Emersed in her dance routine, Mel throws a glance at the bar, and is met by piercing blue eyes. She looks away, turns, keeps going — too far gone to stop now. Plus, they're not a work. She can be whatever.

"Hit them 'draulics while I ride it, got me actin' hella thotty."

Another look. Langdon, clutching a beer, mouth half open. Why are his arms this sexy? The vodka starts hitting.

She stares back, dance moves bordering on inappropriate. "Oh, baby, anywhere, anytime, I don't mind."

In one minute, the song'll end.

In five, she'll excuse herself to go outside.

In ten, he'll kiss her up against the wall in the side street.

[billgavemeextrachips]

Imagine Rocky and the Twelfth Doctor bonding over their "duty of care" towards their human traveling companions. These fragile, short-lived creatures, sometimes grumpy and stupid, sometimes brilliant and kind, sometimes brave to the point of sheer recklessness. It can be hard work just to keep them from accidentally killing themselves. They're not trained astronauts- they're just schoolteachers, for pity's sake!

But after working with them to save multiple worlds, both aliens are devoted to their human companions, down to the very depths of their being. And they know their humans feel the same.

[snugbug27]

FRANK LANGDON + HANDS - The Pitt (2025-)

[rosenfinchzz]

Anastasia Kingdon Au pt 2 ✨

[langdonfranks]

@kingdonweek 2026 day seven: in the books ↳ kingdon + quotes from classic literature

[blackmascara]

RAYE - Click Clack Symphony

[dailywoc]

DENIAL IS A RIVER — Doechii, 2025

[michaelwheelers]

posting unfinished gifsets that were going to rot in my drafts: 4/?

CHAPPELL ROAN in HOT TO GO!

[peachpaloma]

slayyyter // CANNIBALISM!

[beyoncus]

CHAPPELL ROAN The Subway (2025) dir. Amber Grace Johnson She's got, she's got a way...

[princessdelacruz]

@thepittmonth > week 2: dynamics [insp/insp] melissa king & frank langdon

[katestewartt]

Voicemails for Isabelle (2026)