#also i forgot how much i love the eleventh doctor.

[voidrots]

im NOT making a doctor who blog in the year of our lord 2023 but i just want u guys to know im having so much fun rn

#txt #ive just begun the clara era.. #i forgot how much i love clara #the ponds are so so good. rory my fucking beloved i care u so many #also i forgot how much i love the eleventh doctor. #tens always my favorite 5ever. but 11 is a good guy #12 is up there in my top faves tho i can’t wait til i see him again #silly old gumpy man #anyone in this thread like doctor who in 2023. come talk 2 me please #shakes yall. u ever think about season five episode ten vincent and the doctor #and fucking CRY A WHOLE LOT #lately my ability to cry has been suppressed and idk why #but i did cry at that one.

[stellarboystyles]

right where you left me

i've had this in the drafts so here's something. enjoy

"Miss me already?"

He can hear her smiling through the phone and it makes his heartbeat pick up with pure joy. Most people might feel suffocated by their fiance calling every fifteen minutes to check on them while they were out, but she thought it was cute. Harry just couldn’t help it, not when anxiety levels were more than high between the two of them, mostly caused by their doctor’s concern as they neared the end of February, anxiously awaiting the arrival of a new family member. But despite the pushy nature of her OB, over Nora’s dead body would she consent to an induction or c-section. 

“Maybe.” he spoke shyly, voice quiet and warm. “M’just checkin’.”

His voice was so comforting, and moments like this, ones where he was so tender and softhearted, made her eyelashes flutter and her head lull to the side, leaning her cheek into the sound of his voice as he talks sweet to her.

“I’m fine.” she smiles, turning the key inside the ignition, making her car whiz to life. “Promise.”

“M’sorry.” he admits. “I just worry.”

“Miss you too.” she promises softly, attempting to distract him. “Miss your kisses.”

She knows exactly how to relax his nerves, exactly how to distract him from the current stresses of their life. He knows it, too, but she’s so good at it that he feels so warm at the sound of her voice, gingerly scratching some scruff on the side of his other cheek with his free hand. “Yeah?” 

“Mhm.” 

He shifts in position on his spot on the sofa. “What else do you miss?”

“Slow down.” she laughs. 

He loves her laugh.

“You can cuddle with Evie ‘till I get back.” 

“She ran away from me.” Harry pouts, which quickly turns into a laugh. “She’s chasin’ that bloody toy all over the place, the one we just got her.”

“Glad she likes it.” she sighs. “I just got back in the ca-oh, shit!”

“Shhh.” Harry scolds, his tone playful as he tries not to laugh. “She can hear you.” 

“H, she doesn’t even know what I’m saying.” 

“Bollocks. If she kicks to our voices and good music, then she knows when you’re cursing.”

She groans because she knows that he’s right. “I know, I’m sorry. I just forgot one thing." 

Her tone is laced with innocent sadness and he fights the desire to coo at her through the receiver, imagining just how adorable she looks, just like when she left. Harry remembers how cute she looked before she left, the plum parka pulled over the soft ivory jumper that snuggled her upper torso, but the most endearing part of any outfit she chose was the bump she was sporting lately as she neared the end of her third trimester. 

“Nora Claire,” His tone is full of amusement and he cocks an eyebrow, the small smirk on his face evident through the phone. “What’d you forget?”

“The soup.” she pouts. “That’s the only reason I went!” 

Harry wants to crack up laughing because he knows how much she loves that soup. It's a green pozole that her favorite grocery store put out every winter and lately It’s the only thing she can eat most days. Even though she’s always loved it, that desire has done nothing but rise ever since she started getting cravings for spicy food around the eleventh week. He remembers how scared she was when they found out, at the possibility of her favorite foods making her sick for nine months and not being able to enjoy them. He also feels bad about how upset she’s been getting lately now that she’s been experiencing pregnancy brain more frequently. Last week she forgot about her thirty six week ultrasound, so he’s not the least bit surprised that she forgot something she wanted in the grocery store.

"I’ll pick some up in the mornin’, alright? Don’t worry about it, darlin'."

Her bottom lip is pulled in between her teeth, conflicted by his soothing. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." he promises. "Just get home, ok?"

"Ok." she decides. "I’ll be home in a few minutes."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"No," he warns playfully. "Don’t start this again, no one ever wins."

"Okay, okay." she giggles. "Bye.”

She really was upset about it, turning her head to glare at the glowing sign, knowing full well it was her fault

Not even two minutes later, Harry’s phone starts buzzing and Noah’s name pops up on the screen. He lets out a laugh as he answers.

“Love, just go back and get the yogurt.”

“Hey, no, this is uh...oh, god.” 

In that moment, every muscle in Harry’s body tensed up, his demeanor instantly becoming on edge when he hears a man’s voice, clearly distraught and filled with panic. 

“Sorry, I'm sorry. I was...We were driving down the street and the car just...just ahead of me was hit. I found their phone on the pavement and your number was the emergency contact.” 

Oh God, no.

“Can you see in the car? The Audi, the black Audi.” he gushes. “Is she okay?” 

“I...I-I can’t—” 

“Bloody hell, she’s nine months pregnant, go fucking check on her!”

He’s already slipped on whatever shoes were sitting by the front door and grabbing his coat before rushing to his car in the garage. 

“My family is over there with her, they’ve called an ambulance.”

“Where?” he slams the door shut, fingers trembling as he fails at getting the key inside the ignition on the first try, trying to keep the phone balanced between his ear and shoulder. ‘Where is she?!”

“Kingston, right by Mel’s.”

Harry hangs up, breath and fingers equally trembling as he pushes the key in and turns the car on.

She’s gonna be alright. She has to be.

“Fuck!” 

Harry doesn’t remember anything about the drive to get to her that night.  It only took a mere couple of minutes to get down the street but every passing second that he didn’t know if she was alright tortured him to his core. He didn’t allow himself to even consider the mere possibility of even a scratch on her. He was barely shifting his car into park before getting out and sprinting towards the accident. He was in shock, but the only thing in his mind was that he had to get to her.

Her car was barely recognizable, the entire front end was virtually obliterated, the bumper hanging on by a thread and the hood was smashed upwards and obstructing the view of the windshield. The open driver’s door along with the huge flames coming from the engine makes his heart plunge into trepidation. His eyes scan across the scene, fearing the unknown.

She’s lying in the grass and there’s a man kneeling down next to her, who looks pretty shaken up and a girl is standing a few feet away on the phone with emergency services. 

Harry falls to his knees next to her. 

“No, baby.” he pleads. “Can you hear me?”

“Harry?” her voice is clear, but she sounds confused.

“I’m right here baby, I’m right here. Are you hurt?”

“My head, my head hurts.”

“You’ve got a bloody nose, love. Think you hit the steering wheel—here, here.”

He uses his sleeve to clean most of the blood off her face. There’s a cut across her right cheek, probably from glass, but he doesn’t say anything. 

“There y’go."

Harry was in shock, he knew that. His brain couldn’t comprehend so quickly the severity of the situation, still. 

“My chest hurts.” she winces, 

“Okay, okay, don’t move love, don’t move.” he pleads, turning to the family a few feet away. “How far out did they say?”

His voice is level and calm, refusing to sound the slightest bit upset in front of her. As hard as that may be at that moment, getting angry off emotion was the last thing she needed him to do. 

“A few minutes.” 

“You’re gonna be okay.”

One of his hands is pushing the hair off her forehead and out of her face, while the thumb of his other hand is softly brushing her cheek, trying to keep her awake and calm. 

“Promise me—”

“Nora, stop—”

“Just listen, please.”

“No, you listen.” he cuts. “You are not leaving me. You’re gonna be okay—better than okay. We’re gonna go to the hospital, get you checked out and you’re gonna be fine.”

“If she makes it and I don’t–”

“You’re talking crazy, y'know that? I’d never let that happen.”

to be continued

#harry styles #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #harry styles angst #harry styles writings #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic

[sgcairo]

My Dearest Darling (Irnes X Fatui! Reader Part Three)

Somehow, we made it to 200+ followers! Here's the third part of the series, and I believe I'll probably need a masterpost soon for what I have planned... This part is mostly letters, for those wondering. There's a little bit at the end that isn't letters, but here's all of Irnes' major writings to you! Still SFW, Irnes is a smitten man and the mortifying ordeal of having to explain why there's a nude painting of him in the mail would probably give him a heart attack. So here you go, some letters from Irnes during your time apart!

Seventh of Winter

My darling,

I used to write all the time, when I was much younger. But since my body doesn't work as well as it used to, I've found that writing my observations and letters is much harder than it was. Regardless, I will do my best for you, as you're all alone and I can't bear to leave you that way.

Today is the seventh day of winter. You left yesterday, yet I can't stop thinking about you. It's around this time that my pain starts to act up from the cold, so I've been sequestered in my chair by Sergei so I don't hurt myself. But there's so much to do! The projects for the Doctor will not finish themselves, and I have several reports to finish! Alas, Sergei is vehemently keeping me confined, I'm only allowed to walk with his assistance (though I'm quite sure I don't need it). However, that is not of any importance, as my thoughts have been only on your lovely voice.

There's no greater force in this world than passion and love. I know this well, subjects put under extreme duress in impossible situations are invigorated by the sight of their true desire, whether it be relation or object. In this case, I am the subject, so dearly in love with you that I would do anything, survive a bludgeoning that would kill a man. Oh how I love you, my dear, it pains me to know that you're so far away, across the sea and serving Her Majesty in the name of progress.

I cannot confess it to your face, but clones do not... dream, at least, not often. It's not that we're incaptable, no, it's that we have nothing to dream about, other than our beloved creator's goal, which is rather boring to think, let alone dream about. But I've found that my dreams have been solely occupied by you, to the point that Prime would have written it off as an illness. It is not an illness, I know that much, but it really is peculiar. I've never dreamed like this before... Can you believe that?

But enough about me, how has your trip been? By the time you read this letter, I predict you will be in Sumeru, so I must ask how it went. I don't know if you get seasick or not, but I hope not, otherwise I would have made a little something to make you feel better. Do let me know, I'll send a package for next time! I forgot to inform you, but I have given Omega express orders to make sure you're well, a favor that he's been dying to pay off. If he is unkind to you, tell me and I will ensure that his return will be anything but pleasant. I will also tell Prime, because I am physically incapable of smacking him upside the head with sufficient force to get through that thick skull of his.

Anyhow, I know you don't have much time to read an essay worth of words, so I will stop here. Do take care of yourself, my love. I wait for your reply.

With love, Irnes

Eleventh of Winter

My dear,

It has been a few days since I have written last, but only because I seem to have fallen ill again. Even now, Sergei is writing this for me, as I am not allowed to leave my bed or do any strenuous tasks. Though I'm fairly sure that writing isn't a strenuous task when you have nothing to do... Do not worry about me, however, my sickness is nothing serious, just a small cold. Sergei is merely overreacting, I am perfectly fine, I believe that I am being forced to rest as a precaution, nothing more.

I miss you so much. I cannot wait to hold you in my arms again, I do believe that the saying "in absence does the heart grow fonder". I've found myself somewhat distracted from my work by thoughts of you, and Sergei is giving me a look as I say this. I should apologize to Prime, now that I think about it. No matter, I will get to it eventually. Eventually.

I've been thinking about our future recently. Being sick gives me too much time alone with my thoughts, it seems! When you return, I will speak more of it, but I think that perhaps- if you weren't opposed- we could make it somewhat official? I quite like the idea of you being mine. Perhaps it's my brain's response to theoretical death that's saying this... but I also like the idea of being yours. I like that idea better, actually. Being yours would make me truly happy.

But do tell me about your adventures in Sumeru! There are these particular creatures called Aranara that you may run across during your adventures, do send any pictures if you find them! They have little hats and usually dance around near trees. You may need a child to find them, but they are positively adorable! I have also sent some pressed flowers from my collection, one of them being a wild glaze lily. Fully intact, preserved for a few years, though the exact number of years escapes me. Consider it a bribe! Just kidding, but Sumeru really is a fascinating place. I think you will enjoy it immensely.

Anyways, my throat hurts and Sergei is glaring at me. Do take care of yourself, my love. I promise that I'll be alright, don't worry about me. Enjoy your time away, I will be here waiting for you.

Yours, Irnes

Sir, Irnes is delirious and will not be writing to you for some time. I apologize for the inconvenience, but he needs rest. He is also trying to escape, so please do write to tell him to stop running out in the cold with minimal clothing. By that I mean almost nothing. Thank you.

Sergei

Twentieth of Winter

My dearest darling,

I think it will please you to know that I have fully recovered since your last letter, in which you expressed much concern over my health. I can assure you that I am back on my feet! Prime is working me to near death, but it is the busiest season, as the deep cold keeps specimens from falling apart as easily. We also have new segments that have to be taken care of... Having naked ones running around is amusing, to say the least. They have no concept of morality or language yet, which has made for a few fires.

Anastasiy also has been discovering the concept of cookies lately, he has been hoarding them in his room. I have been pressed to make more, though Lord Pantalone is threatening to have me disbanded for getting him addicted to sugar. I can't help it though, his eyes have that little twinkle when he sees them! Oh well. I'll be sure to make you some once you return, as they are best warm.

Omega has notified me that you've been working quite hard under his jurisdiction. Don't let him pressure you into working more, my dear! He may be your superior, but I will come to Sumeru myself and knock him upside the head, just you wait. The warmth would keep my joints nice and loose, just for his ass kicking.

Do make sure that you're getting enough water and food! Sumeru can dehydrate you, especially in the humid areas! I would hate for you to get hurt or pass out because of it! Sleep is also important, especially in a land with no dreams. Without dreams as an indication of deep sleep, do try to get the advised eight hours a night (though I am fully aware that your schedule may not allow it). I have sent some herbal teas with this letter to help you sleep well, should you require them. They are a blend I procured and mixed personally, do tell me if it is not to your liking.

It's good to hear that you're doing well in Sumeru. Your stories are quite amusing, that Maksim of yours really is a mischievous man. I am glad that your comrades are taking care of you, despite getting goo all over your uniform. And do not worry about the uniform, dear. I happen to know how to get stains out of any fabric, and we can even get you a new one, should it be unsalvageable.

I wish I could hold you through a letter, but I'm afraid the universe has concrete limits. I send all my love to you, and I hope to hear from you again soon. Take care, my dear.

Yours, Irnes

Second of Spring

My star,

Snezhnaya does not have much of a spring season. It doesn't exactly have seasons, either. Though I look forward to summer, at least the cold relents ever so slightly. It's nice, on the old aches.

I have been invested in a project recently. It may be a bit forward of me, but I suppose I will simply have to show you in person. It will take some time to complete, however. Oh dear, it definitely

In your previous letter, you mentioned your family. I would very much like to meet them, that is, if you would like to be seen with someone like me. I don't know what's come over me lately, but things feel... wrong. It's nothing to do with you or any of the others, I simply feel strange in my own skin. An ache has started in my chest, the mirrors feel awfully oppressive as of late. I apologize, I know I shouldn't burden you with my thoughts like this.

I should write at another time, I suppose.

Third of Spring

My dearest,

I do not know how long you'll be gone, but it's almost been a season since you've left. I'm almost tempted to come visit you, though Sergei says it's a bad idea. Travelling in my condition... It would certainly be painful, but I would do it just to see you again. It would be worth it, every small pain. Though I know you wouldn't approve, so I will stay here and wait.

I do have some funny tidbits from my days taking care of the new clones. It's only been a few weeks, but they still insist on causing chaos, fairly standard of their base instincts. Though one of them in particular is very interested in vandalizing the holding room with... phallic objects. I've caught him in the act not once, not twice, but THREE times. I audibly sigh just thinking about it, is this what raising children is like?

Speaking of which, what are your opinions on children? Merely out of curiosity, as you seemed to have an aversion when I introduced you to Danya. Though I did see children in that family picture of yours... I must ask if you have siblings! Perhaps cousins, if not... It puzzles me, the children do look remarkably similar to you... blood relations, I'm sure. Please help me, my dear! I'm dying of curiosity!

I have inquired further with Prime about Sumeru out of my own curiosity. How wondrous! I wish I could be there with you, I hear that Sumeru City truly is a beautiful place. I also received those pictures of the Aranaras that you sent! They are quite adorable, and they have been taken from me by those ungrateful and greedy little creatures that Prime calls his image. They are currently begging me to ask you to send more, though I know you are quite busy and have little time to yourself, so do not feel pressured to comply.

In exchange for those marvelous pictures, I have included one of a rather disappointed segment in the bath and a few setting fires. I do hope you will be amused by them, it is quite embarrassing for them, but deserved after they stole my pictures. I am a man of spite, my dear, and I will not hesitate.

I love you, my dear. I hope that soon you will return to me.

Yours, Irnes

Fifteenth of Spring

My dear,

I should tell you the story of how I got these burns, hm? I have little to talk about nowadays, my time is rather mundane while serving Prime, so I suppose this may be the best way to tell you. While I would much rather say it to your face... Part of me knows that I would lose my courage in that situation, and for that I am sorry. You deserve nothing but my best, but I should tell you that I can be quite a cowardly man when it serves me. Or perhaps when it matters most.

It was many years ago. So many that it's only a vague recollection. I was in charge of a ruin guard factory, a short distance outside of Liyue Harbor. In fact, I believe it is still there, albeit abandoned. I was working in Prime's place, during one of his obsessions. I was quite proud of being promoted to a manager of such an important project, so much so that it seems foolish now, looking back on it. I was young, fresh out of the pod and eager for responsibility. It was stupid, in hindsight.

The accident itself involved that very hubris I held. At first, it was just my coat getting stuck in one of the open gears of a nearby incinerator. The next, it was my glove, then my hand. It hurt, it hurt so much. The gears crushed my skin, my bones. The fire burned through muscle, it felt like I was being torn apart. The open flame spread, until I was fully ablaze. I cried for help, but it was too late. The severe burns on my right side are what remains of that accident, as well as the crookedness of my arm. I don't remember much after catching fire. Just voices and flashes of light. I thought I was going to die.

Somehow, though, I did not. When I opened my eyes next, I was back in the cold of the motherland, the sky full of stars. That was the first time I'd ever seen the stars above my home. It was beautiful, like something out of a dream. The next time I woke up, it was with Prime holding a bone saw in front of my face. I almost wet myself, I'll tell you that much. It was terrifying. He planned to use it to cut through the skin as well! Blasphemy!

I couldn't walk and barely spoke for a few months after that. It took me a year, perhaps a bit more, to fully be able to walk again. Even then, it was embarrassingly haphazard. Still is, if I'm being honest.

I don't know what has come over me, writing this. I apologize, my dear. But know that I care for you, and that I wait for you to return.

Please keep safe.

Yours, Irnes

Forty Third of Spring

My dear,

I have not heard of you for some time. I do hope you're alright. Perhaps it is because you're busy, but I hope it's not because you're wounded. That would hurt more than you not having time...

Please take care of yourself.

Yours, Irnes

Eighth of Summer

Tsaritsa have mercy, it can't be true. Please, don't let it be true. Please. It's a lie, a clever prank by Omega.

Please.

It's summer. It's the warmest that this horrid place will ever get. I planned... I had so much planned.

Don't leave me alone. Please. My heart can't take it. It's selfish, I know. But please don't leave me.

I love you, my dear.

#irnes #fatui reader #fatui x reader #fatui x gn reader #il dottore's clones #fatui #fatui harbingers #genshin impact #this made me very very sad #beat me with a stick i deserve it

[nightnights]

I miss him!!

#Doctor Who #11th Doctor #dw fanart #eleventh doctor #I'm in a bit of a rush so I tried this colouring style #(so much faster tbh) #also I know I haven't posted anything in forever #I wasn't very motivated #and I almost forgot how much I love drawing #so from now on I'll try to update more often c:

[infernalrevenge]

Okay, so this is a spur of the moment sort of idea, but is it possible to have a headcanon of the four lords with a s/o who has terrible memory loss. And I don't mean forgetful, think more along the lines of Fifty first dates, like she greets one of the lords and they get talking, lords end up coming back cuz they liked their positive attitude, but when they come to visit again, s/o greets them like they've never met. Does that make sense?

Yeah I think I get what you're saying, though I never really watched the full movie HAHAHA I've only seen half of it but I know how it goes down. Hopefully, whatever I've come up with satisfies your idea :P

To stay true to the idea, reader here has anterograde amnesia -- characterized by not being able to retain short-term memories. They're aware of their own condition.

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Alcina Dimitrescu

Understandably, she'd be confused, caught off guard that you didn't remember the time you spent with her.

Honestly she might be so confused that she'll forget to be offended -- not that it would have ever occurred to her that she was bad company in the first place. You were so pleasant to be with too, so... what went wrong?

When you explain it all to her, you might actually be surprised at how quickly she gets it. Definitely isn't the strangest thing she's ever heard of. She knows too what it's like to be around someone with terrible memory -- her patience with Moreau is astounding and one she doesn't extend to just anyone.

(But you aren't "just anyone" to her. You were a warm presence, a ray of sunshine in that time you spent together, however short. She wanted to get to know you better, and if that meant putting much more effort into maintaining that connection with you, then it's nothing she can't do.)

She'll creep her way into your mind (and heart) through song. She'll invite you to the castle and teach you serenades and classical pieces, you sing while she plays the piano. It doesn't matter to her if you sing off-key or add your own silly lyrics -- if she's being honest, sometimes she even prefers your versions.

Every now and then, you do forget the notes and the words, but Alcina doesn't have a problem with going over them again if you hear a "new tune" you found interesting. It's a good thing too that she loves music so much.

One day, she might even catch you humming them while you sit with her in a comfortable silence. You may not be sure exactly how you know the song, but you're glad you're able to make the Lady smile by doing so. Maybe you'll try to learn the words next time.

Donna Beneviento

...was she really so unpleasant that you already forgot about her and the day you spent together?

She'll be so embarrassed if you don't remember who she is, thinking that the other day was a mistake and that she was just imagining the connection you two had. Not to be dramatic but she'll definitely run away in tears.

The best way to remedy the situation is to go after her right away and try to explain the situation. She might not even believe you at first, her anxiety initially convincing her that you made all this up as a way of rejecting her, or that this was all a mean prank. But if you're patient enough, she might come to understand it.

In the process of becoming part of your life, she'll definitely make something that will eventually remind you of her, or someone like her. She just wants something that would stick with you, ideally something tangible.

One day she'd gift you with a doll in your likeness, complete with its own clothes and accessories. She might even include a very small doll in Angie's likeness to go with it, to serve as that reminder.

Once you do get close enough, she says that she would rather have you call her "Donna" than by her formal title. Though this frequently slips your mind, it's no trouble at all for her to remind you. Besides, it's quite cute to see you say her name like you're trying it out for the first time, even if it may have been the eleventh. She loves the way you say her name.

And when it finally sticks to you after enough repetition and you greet her like that without prompting? Her heart just flutters.

Salvatore Moreau

Moreau has always known that he has terrible memory, but after meeting you? He's starting to doubt exactly how bad he could really have it.

As a former doctor, he might recognize the diagnosis you give him after explaining it and he goes "Oh.... Oh!"

He'll be so relieved it's not because you wanted to let him down gently by feigning forgetting the memory of what was literally yesterday (but also he'd understand if you did, he almost threw up on you in excitement. Come to think of it, maybe it was best you didn't remember that part.)

Still, he'd be determined to spend a lot of time with you and become a part of your working memory somehow. Though he knows there's no cure for such an affliction, he'll want to make an effort to include some aspect of himself into your routine.

He'll write you little notes and letters, about how wonderful you are and how you make him feel whenever you two are together. He'll give you a journal so you can write about all the cool things you want to remember later on (and part of him hopes you write about him too.)

(And of course you write about him, who would ever want to forget about the sweet doctor fish man who just wants to be loved and a part of your world.)

One day, he catches a glimpse of one such diary entry -- and he only knew that because he saw the cute little doodle you made of him, along with a small heart next to it. He swears he never meant to pry, but he thinks about it for days and days. He's never been happier.

Karl Heisenberg

Oh he'll be mad at first, for sure. He's likely the type to express first and ask questions later when it comes to these matters, but the anger is more out of confusion than genuine offense.

If you try to explain it, he may just think you're lying at first. "If you wanted me to leave you alone, you could just say so," he'd say. But at the same time, there'd be such a sincerity in your voice that it would be hard for him to keep denying it. Fine... maybe you're not pulling his leg then.

You can't tell me that this man doesn't make trinkets in his spare time. He can be a big mean metal worker all he wants but I can also picture him having made a keychain or two in his life. Maybe even a necklace. They're not perfect or polished by any means, but he just likes making little things with scraps left over from bigger projects.

That said, he'll give you some without much of a second thought. He probably ask you first if you want to keep any the first time you stumble upon his messy workstation at the factory. They looked pretty neat, so you took some of them home.

You might find yourself fidgeting with the moving parts of it, trying to rack your head and remember exactly where you got them and how. Was it on a trip? Did you get these as souvenirs? Why did one of them look like an electric fan with legs?

Sometimes you'll show him all this stuff and talk about how cool they looked. Your favorite might be the one that looks like a hammer, but the fan with legs was a close second. You tell him to be careful of the sharper parts though (wouldn't want him to get tetanus.)

He may or may not get a little embarrassed as you gush about your "new" trinkets. You might offer to give some to him that he likes but he insists you keep them, especially since you like them so much.

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento #lady beneviento #salvatore moreau x reader #salvatore moreau #lord moreau #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg #lord heisenberg #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #alcina dimitrescu headcanons #donna beneviento headcanons #salvatore moreau headcanons #karl heisenberg headcanons #amnesiac reader #anon #inbox #headcanon requests

[rosequartzwriting]

Three Words

Pairing: The Eleventh Doctor X Reader (gn)

Description: The Doctor finds your poetry book while you’re away, and a simple three words he finds makes him rush to you.

Warnings: Non

Word Count: 1.1k (aww I like that)

A/N: Originally posted on Quotev on Sept 30, 2018 / When I was writing this, years ago, I was in a bad place. Wrote this and I felt better. Writing is my escape.

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The Doctor has just done something very ‘Doctor’ of him to do. He currently forgot if he was talking to himself or the Tardis. Apparently no one was listening, not even himself, to his rambling. And soon he forgot what he was even talking about in the first place. Maybe having his companion in another place other than with him was worse than he thought it would be.

In his little session of confusion, he was not paying attention to where he was stepping. And thanks to his clumsy nature, he knocked something over. The man did not know what it was, but he listened to it fall over the edge of the console platform and land with a clunk on the floor below.

Scrunching his face, he looked over the rails. He was mostly relieved that it was just your bag you had left in the Tardis while you were away visiting family. He also hoped that there was nothing breakable in there. The small backpack-purse had been opened from the impact and its contents were now scattered across the ground.

The Time Lord shrugged his shoulders and made his way to the stairs so he could gather your things. He told himself, out loud, that he would return your bag to you once he finished.

Just for fun he decided that he would take his time examining the objects, they didn’t seem to personal after all. The Doctor sat cross-legged like a little kid and began to look at what was dropped.

The first thing that caught his eye was a chocolate bar. He resisted the temptation to eat it, but instead put it inside your bag. Next there was a tube of chapstick, right beside a pen with blue ink. There was also a copy of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. A pack of gum, hand lotion, mini hairbrush. As he named and looked at the objects, he placed them into the bag.

When he came to the last item however, he paused for longer. The Doctor has never seen it before. It was a notebook. He had seen notebooks obviously, but he hadn’t seen you holding this one in particular. It was purple and covered in stars, and it looked new and taken care of.

The temptation to open it washed over him. But he didn’t want to invade your privacy. Curiosity took over anyways.

He carefully moved over the elastic that held the pages together and opened the book. Not all pages had writing on them (the journal was almost completely full though), but if they did they were filled. They were filled with poems.

The Doctor instantly wanted to put down the book. Poems were usually very personal, and he didn’t want to feel like he was intruding in your personal thoughts. But he couldn’t look away.

Because they were about him.

A majority of the poems were only one page long, but they described all the adventures he had taken you on so far.  The Doctor sat there, and found himself soaking in all the beautiful words. You had told him about how much you loved to write, but he never actually read any of your work before.

Most of the poems were about what you thought of everything you experienced; the past, the present, the future, and the universe. It was like you wanted to remember everything. His hearts were filled with joy and his smile ever so big, he appreciated the love you put into the pages.

The last page that had writing in it, before it went on to blank pages who were waiting to be filled, was the most questionable. There was only one line, right in the middle of the page.

But why me.

The Doctor started at the three words, trying to decipher their meaning. Once he got it, his smile turned to a tight line. He sat there thinking, about how much the poems gave the impression that what he does for you means so much. Then he realized that it was just the same the other way around.

He knew what he had to do, so he jumped up and made his way up to the console.

~~~~

The Doctor found you just where he knew you would be. In the little park near your house, sitting on the bench at the top of the hill. You were sitting underneath the stars, and he wondered if you had been waiting for him to return. You were illuminated by the single street lamp above the bench, and your bright smile welcomed him.

The two of you leaped into each other's arms. The Doctor held you a little tighter then he would normally (which is still very tight).

You noticed he was holding something and looked over while you both were still hugging. He first handed you your bag, then he held out your pretty notebook.

Your eyes widened, putting the pieces together that he had looked at what was inside. But when you looked up at him, he wore that warm smile and his eyes were filled with a certain look. What was it?

He lightly grabbed your hand and lead you over to the bench. You both sat down, barely any room in between. The man reached for the notebook and opened it to the page with the three words.

“Why would you ask such a silly question?” His voice broke the silence, but it felt like it belonged in the beautiful setting.

You looked up at him in confusion then back down to the page.

Unexpectedly, you felt him gently wrap his arm around you shoulder. Then he kept speaking. He decided to let everything go.

“Because, (Y/N), you deserve all of this.” He flipped thought the book, meaning all the adventures you both shared. “You’re so special. You’re one of the most beautiful human beings in the universe, inside and out. Your eyes light up at everything I show you, and you are so interested in the new and gorgeous. You’re loyal, and fun, and everything I could ask for in a companion. You’re charming, and hilarious, and adorable. I couldn’t ask for anyone else to travel the universe with me.”

You didn’t want him to stop talking. You loved that voice, and the words that were coming out was making it a million times better.

A thought crossed The Doctor’s mind. The thought was too important to ignore. Three words that were way better than the other three that were written on that page. And he decided to say them aloud…

“I love you.”

You were both so close, and even he found himself inching even closer to connect his lips with yours. He tasted sweet, just like his words had been candy. The warmth you felt, from both his skin and what you felt inside, was amazing.

The Doctor melted into you, letting himself have this feeling once again. In his head he wished and prayed, to anyone at all who might be listening, that he could have this without it being taken away.

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[islandellis]

Moreid Drabble 

Prompt (requested by @fuckshitupm8-deactivated3728 ): “you’re such a dork”

Derek woke up alone. He furrowed his eyebrows, unsure of where Spencer could be on a Saturday morning. It being their first day off in a while, he fully expected to wake up before the other man. He pulled himself out of bed and stretched before pulling on a t-shirt. Heading into the kitchen, Derek wondered what his boyfriend could possibly be doing.

The sight that greeted him made his jaw drop. In the living room, stood in front of him were his two best friends dressed completely ridiculously.

Now he remembered why Spencer was up. He and Penelope had been raving about some sci-fi convention, and Derek forgot it was today. She wore a cylindrical red hat while Spence wore a cowboy-type hat with a colorful scarf. They also both had on blazers, but the boy wore a full three-piece suit. It was quite the sight to see at 9 am on a Saturday.

“Well good morning, my prince,” Penelope saw him first, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Good morning, you two. What do we have here?”

��I’m the fourth doctor and she’s the eleventh,” Spence smiled. When Derek looked even more confused than before, he continued, “From Doctor Who.”

“Very cool,” Derek chuckled.

Penelope smiled, “You better believe it. We spent forever getting these costumes ready. And we won’t get to show them off if we don’t get there on time,” she looked to Spence, before walking towards the door, “Onward!”

“I’ll catch up with you in a second, Penelope.”

She nodded and left the house to wait in the car.

“I’ve gotta admit, I don’t get this stuff at all, but you look great in this suit,” Derek held his boyfriend’s cheek, pulling him in for a soft kiss.

“How about the scarf? I’ve been knitting it for weeks.”

“I know, I bought the yarn.”

“Thank you,” Spence smiled, “Knitting’s much harder than I expected, but I had to do it myself. Nowhere else had an accurate depiction of his scarf, and since I went all out for the suit I had to do the same for the rest of the cosplay, if only to do Tom Baker’s doctor justice.”

Derek laughed, “You’re such a dork. But I love you for it.”

“I love you too,” Spencer pulled him into another kiss. Derek adjusted his boyfriend’s scarf for a moment, before Garcia honked the car horn with urgency to leave. “I guess that’s my queue.”

“Seems like it. Have fun,” the other man smiled.

“I will,” Spencer beamed, heading out the door to join Penelope.

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[melancholydreadfuldream]

find my way back to you

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: 11th Doctor x Reader & 12th Doctor x Reader

Summary: A visit from the Twelfth Doctor turned your life upside down.

Warning: ooc, angst, plot holes, etc

    You giggled at something the Eleventh Doctor said. He beamed at you adorably.

  "So, this is me." You said as they arrived on the front porch of where you lived. You smiled at him. "Thank you, Doctor, I have fun today."

  He smiled. "T-that's great. I, there is still so much I can show you." He said.

  You smiled and kissed one of his cheek. "See you next Tuesday, Doctor." You whispered and then with a giggle, you turned and hopped inside. You turned again and waved him goodbye.

  The Doctor is touching the cheek where you kissed him. He has this adorable look on his face. He waved back at you before he too burst into a giggle and left.

  7777

  You entered the house and covered your mouth to stop the burst of squealing out of you. You can't wait to call Clara and tell her all about it. You moved to turn the lamp near the door and screamed when you saw a figure seated comfortably on one of your sofa.

 You quickly tried to pull open the door to run and maybe called out the Doctor but to your horror, you realized the door somehow locked by itself. In your panic, you didn't noticed the figure had pulled out a sonic screwdriver which is the reason why you are trapped with him.

  You screamed for the Doctor as you tried to get the door to open but it was futile.

  "Don't bother screaming. I have put a soundproof barrier within the house." He said.

  Resigned to your fate that you're trapped, you turned around to face him. "W-who are you? What do you want with me?"

  He raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He gestured on the sonic screwdriver on his hand. 

  You blinked at him. You observed him. The man is a bit old but still handsome in his own way. He was dressed in black with a hoodie. You turned my gaze at the sonic screwdriver on his hand. "D-Doctor?" Clara told you about regeneration. She only knew because she jumped into his timeline and saw his many past incarnations' faces. You can hardly believe it but here he was.

  "I'm sure Clara has told you all about regeneration, correct? And I'm sure, if I remember correctly, my past self has also told you some about it."

  You nodded mutely. 

  "Good, then you can relax now, I'm not going to harm you." He said. 

  "When?"

  "Pardon?"

  "When will he regenerate into you?" You asked. "What happened?"

  He stared at you with a look that you can't decipher. "Spoiler."

  You sighed at his word. "Why are you here?"

  "I need your help."

  "Me?"

  "Yes, the future of the universe depends on it."

  You stared at him in disbelief. "Are you sure you need my help, not Clara?"

  He rolled his eyes at you. "Right, I forgot that this you are still filled with insecurities."

  You glared at him.

  "This does involve Clara. But, you are the only one who can fix this." He said.

  "How do you mean?"

  "Next Tuesday, he...me...your doctor is going to come and ask you out for a date. You will reject him and break his hearts."

  You are stunned. "W-what? Why would I do that?"

  He didn't reply for a second. He gave you a look that tell you he's trying to be patient.

  Your mouth dropped open when you realized what he meant. "You're kidding me. The future of the universe depend on me breaking your...his hearts?"

  He didn't say anything, just shrugged.

  "Why?" You asked.

  "Does it matter?"

  "Yes, because you're asking me to hurt him...and I never would do that to him, to you!" You demanded.

  His eyes softened at what you said. "I didn't take this decision lightly, you know. But I have calculate everything within my timeline and this point in time is where the changes must be made."

  "I don't understand."

  "Of course you don't."

  "Doctor! Stop being vague and tell me!" You demanded.

  "So bossy. Clara taught you well." His expression is torn between annoyance and fondness.

  "Doctor, just tell me. You...you are crossing your own timestream and it is all to make sure that we would never get together? Do you hate me that much?"

  "I don't hate you, (name), in fact it was the opposite." He said with a solemn look. "But this is what needed to happen now. Your future-self agreed to it."

  "My what?"

  He rolled his eyes at you. "Keep up with me, (name), I know you can do it."

  "But..." You are confused and you hated it. "No."

  "No?"

  "No. I won't do it. I don't care my future self agreed to whatever this is. I'm not going to break his hearts. Because that would meant I have to break my own too. Why would I do that? And don't tell me the future of the universe depend on it. I need more reason than that!"

  "That wasn't enough?" He asked almost mockingly.

  "Stop that! You are trying to hurt me. You are trying to make me hate you. Why would you do that?"

  He sighed. "It wasn't my intention." He walked toward you. His hand moved to reach your hair but he only hovers over it. "You're making this really hard, (name)."

  "Well, if you are asking me to sacrifice my feeling for you then I deserve a thorough explanation as to why that is." You pleaded.

  He shook his head. "Your future self did warn me you will be difficult about this."

  "Well, you should have listen to her." You said petulantly.

  He chuckled. "I am." He sighed and he put his hands over your face. "Let me show you." He told you to close your eyes and you did. He put his forehead over yours and a series of images beamed directly inside your mind.

  You gasped as you felt overwhelmed with the images, no, memories and the emotion that came along with it. You blacked out.

  7777

  You sat in front of the huge windows in your room. Tears falling on your cheeks. You understand now...somewhat. You didn't want to but now that you know, it would be selfish of you to pursue a relationship with the Doctor with what's at stake. But what you still have a hard time of accepting is the fact the Doctor has to have a romantic relationship with Clara.

  You and Clara are best friend since childhood. You and her almost always share the same love interest time and time again. Of course you know Clara also fancy the Doctor. Who wouldn't? But the thing is your love interest always choose Clara over you time and time again...until the Doctor. You can hardly believe it when the Doctor choose you over Clara despite her being his impossible girl. You and Clara had agreed to remain friend regardless who the Doctor choose. And so far, Clara has been very supportive of the two of you.

  And now, the future Doctor is telling you to give up on the Doctor and make it so his past-self divert his feeling toward Clara. How is that fair? Why does it have to be her? You know, of course you know, Clara is the Doctor's best match, more than you. It still hurts though.

  The Doctor need Clara to be by his side. But she won't be if you are the one the Doctor choose. She still traveled with the Doctor apparently but she won't make the right choice when the time come, not without her strong feeling for the Doctor. And that was when everything spiraled out of control which led the future Doctor and your future self agreed to change their past for the sake of the world. You wanted to call bullshit on that but you know you won't.

  The future Doctor were also there in your room but he made no move to console you, choosing to give you some space to sort your cluttering thoughts.

  "So, what do we do now?" You finally asked with a hoarse voice as you turned to him still with glassy eyes.

  The Doctor took a breathe of relief which made you blinked, realizing that he must have worried for you and how you will cope with it.

  You forced yourself to smile weakly at him.

  He started explaining what you will have to do to break his past-self hearts and ensure he won't try to pursue you.

  "Are you saying I should make him hate me and stop travelling with him?"

  "Hate is too much a strong word. You just have to make yourself less desirable to him." He said. 

  "By purposely making a mistake that will make him think less of me?"

  He didn't reply. "I know this is hard."

  "Do you?"

  "You think this is easy for me? I love you, (name)." He said. "In the future where I came from, we are married. We are happy but we agreed to save Clara. She was our best friend."

  You hitched a breath at his confession. You also felt ashamed because he is right, Clara is your best friend. Doing this will also save her from her fate. Why are you hesitating? Are you really this selfish? You took a deep breathe. "What do I have to do?"

  7777

  The next few days are hard for you. The future Doctor made a lot of plan in order to ensure the break up is permanent. He has blackboard where he wrote his plan and explained it over and over to you until you can't get it wrong.

  On Tuesday, the Doctor come for you and you turned him down quite cruelly, telling him you don't have time for him right now. He looked like a kicked puppy. And then you and the future Doctor made plan to make sure Clara will stay with the Doctor and have adventure together.

  The future Doctor took you to go wherever the Doctor and Clara goes with his vortex manipulator to plot a series of events making sure that it will drive them closer and intimate.

  You hated every second of it as you watched the manipulated scene unfold just as the future Doctor predicted. He is quite the match-maker. You could see it, the undeniable attraction between the Doctor and Clara.

  But to her credit, Clara refused to fall into temptation knowing full well that the Doctor is currently interested in you.

  Then, come the part that you hated. The future Doctor instructed you to travel with the Doctor and Clara to a planet where he has designed a fake conflict. That will be the place where you will make your Doctor see your 'true color'. You will have to act still in character to avoid suspicion and that you are not under duress. The future Doctor did indeed know you well. The mistake you are supposed to make is actually something that you can see committed based on your own flaw.

  And the Doctor is disappointed in you so much he dropped you home immediately. Clara can only stared at you with pity but she made no move to defend you.

  You got inside your home and broke down crying. The future Doctor stared at you with a look of pain. You rushed into his arms without thinking and hugged him tight. He hugged you back, rubbing your back to console you.

  7777

  "Were you really happy with the other me?" You asked suddenly as you both sat cuddled together on the floor.

  "I am. We are." He replied.

  "You said we are married."

  "We are. We got a ring and everything. Clara is my best man."

  "You mean she is my maid of honor, don't you?"

  "No, she is my best man."

  "She is a woman."

  "So?"

  You chuckled. "I wish I could see it."

  "You can...if you want. I can share you my memory of that day."

  You eagerly accepted his offering.

  He hesitated. "I don't think this is a good idea. Why torture yourself with things that will never happen now?"

  You sniffed. "Just call it my payment or whatever. Please. I need to see it, our would-be future together."

  He sighed. "As you wish." He said as he pulled you closer to him.

  You closed your eyes, preparing to see a lifetime worth of memories of your would-be future with the Doctor.

  "I become immortal?" You asked in shock.

  "Yes, you were dying and I had to save you. I wasn't prepared to lose you. And the Mire technology is there to be taken advantage of so I did."

  "We could have forever."

  He didn't respond. Eventually, he said, "Now you can have a normal life, meeting a man that can properly love you, have a bunch of kid and grow old together."

  "I never wanted that. I only ever want you." You said, clutching his face in your hands.

  He sighed. "Don't, (name), you will only make yourself suffer more."

  "And you...?"

  He shrugged. "I will vanish, cease to exist."

  "And you are fine with that?"

  He didn't reply.

  We are interrupted by the sound of wheezing Tardis which made you panic.

  "What do we do?" You asked him as they both stand up, staring from the living room window the sight of the Eleventh Doctor and Clara walking toward your house. He was mumbling to himself while Clara pushes him toward your house. "Doctor, what do we do?" You asked again.

  The Twelfth Doctor glanced at you with a look you can't decipher and then he suddenly pulled you close to him. He kissed you hard and you instinctively responded to the passionate kiss as if your life depend on it.

  He broke the kiss and you both turned to see the look of brokenhearted look on the other Doctor's face. Without a word, he turned and went back on the Tardis. Clara stared at you with disapproval before she, too, turned to chase after the Doctor.

  So, this is it. Tears started to fall from your cheeks. It finally is done. You lost the both of them.

  7777

  It was midnight. 

  You both are waiting.

  "It worked." The future Doctor suddenly said.

  Your heart almost jumped into your throat, choking you good. You glanced at him.

  "My memory is changing..." He said almost in awe before he turned to you with a sad look. "I'm sorry, (name)."

  "Doctor..." You whispered brokenly. You stood up and reached out toward him, nearly falling as you did so.

  He caught you in his arms.

  "No." You whispered. "Don't go. Please don't leave me."

  He looked sad. He kissed your forehead. "Hang in there, (name) (last name), you will be fine. In fact, I know you will be amazing. Even without the Doctor."

  You clutched his arms, unwilling to let him go.

  He remained in your arms until he vanished without a trace, leaving you on your own.

  You cried even wailing as you cry your heart out.

  7777

  The Doctor never come back for you.

  Clara did come to you and demanded explanation about the old man she saw kissed you that night.

  You told her you had come to your sense and realized that you and the Doctor are not compatible. "He's an alien. It will never work for us."

  "That man you are with is too old for you. Where did you even met him?" Clara asked.

  You snorted. "The Doctor is a thousand more older than him."

  Eventually, Clara admitted to start having relationship with the Doctor and asked you how you feel about that.

  You forced an ignorant smile and told her to go for it.

  She look disappointed in you and she left.

  She only contacted you via phone or chat after that. You never saw the Doctor again.

  7777

  Years passed by, you think. You have your up and down in coping against the loss of the Doctor and Clara but you make do. The memory of the would-be future of you and the Doctor still lives inside you, comforting you on the most loneliest night. You tried to move on from the Doctor a few times, dating someone but it never worked out.

  One day though Clara appeared in your front porch, angry at you.

  "The Doctor has regenerated." She said. "Guess who he regenerated into?" She glared at you angrily.

  You flinched.

  "He has the face of that old man you kissed that night years ago!!" She yelled. "Explain that to me, (name)! That man, he was the Doctor, wasn't he? What was he doing there?"

  You weren't prepared for this confrontation at all. "Did he realize it?" You asked instead.

  Clara stiffened and shook her head. "I think he blocked that night out of his mind. I don't think he gets a good look on that man that night. But I did." She turned to you furiously. "What was going on that night? Tell me! The truth!" She demanded.

  You sighed as you sat down. You told her everything.

  Clara shook her head in disbelief. "Why didn't you tell me?"

  "He said not to. For this to worked out, you must never know. He said you would be unwilling otherwise."

  "He would be right." Clara said. She turned to you. "The Doctor and I broke up."

  You stared at her in shock. "What?! Why?"

  "He is the one who break it up. He said he's too old for me."

  "And you didn't fight for him?"

  "You didn't either!"

  "I had no choice!"

  "Well, now you do. You can have him back."

  "Clara Oswald, I can't believe you would say that to me."

  "Well, he is yours in the first place."

  "But he choose you."

  "No, he was manipulated to choose me. By you! And by the other Doctor!" Clara said angrily. "He never love me. Not as much as he loves you."

  You flinched. "That is not true." You said firmly. "I don't know what happened between you and the Doctor but he loves you. I know he does."

  "Well, how do you know that? You haven't met us for so long! You didn't know what was it like!"

  "Were you happy with him?"

  She didn't reply for a second before she nodded.

  "Then, what's went wrong?"

  "He regenerated and he's changed. He doesn't want me anymore." She said. "And frankly, after what I know now, I don't know what to feel."

  "Just give him time, Clara. You did say he just regenerated. Maybe he still need to sort thing out in his mind." You consoled her. "He did choose you. And he never once come for me. That should be enough for you to hold on to."

  "How can you be okay with this?"

  "I wasn't okay at first. But it's been years, Clara, I moved on."

  Clara stared at you. "I'm so sorry. I should have known. I should have been there for you."

  "The Doctor needs you more."

  She sighed. "I have to come back to sort thing out with him."

  "Okay."

  "You are lying, aren't you?"

  "W-what?"

  "You still have feeling for him."

  "Your arrival just make me nostalgic, that's all." You lied.

  She hummed. "I'm gonna tell him the truth."

  Your eyes widened. "You can't!"

  "Why not?"

  "What was the point?" You asked. "You are just going to make him feel guilty. Why would you do that to him? You know how he is. Don't add this burden on him." You pleaded.

  Clara eventually agreed to keep it a secret.

  7777

  You can't believe this is happening. You were kidnapped on your way to work. They blindfolded you and pushed you into a room and forced you to sit in a chair as they tied you up.

  Someone is yapping sarcastically at your kidnapper. You frowned as you felt like you recognized the voice. Your blindfold is lifted and your eyes widened as you saw the Twelfth Doctor sitting in front of you, also tied up.

  He look as surprised as you. He didn't seem to recognize you at first. "Why is she here?"

  "According to our record..." The robotic voice of your kidnapper sounded above you making you flinched. "...(name) (last name) is your companion."

  The Doctor snorted. "You need to updated your record. She is no longer my companion. I disown her."

  You flinched at the disdain in his voice.

  "If you are trying to make me comply with you using her, you have taken the wrong person." He said nonchalantly.

  You felt like crying but you bite your lips to stop yourself. "He's right. I didn't even know who he is." You said.

  "He is the Doctor." Your kidnapper said.

  You stared at the Doctor.

  He shrugged, thinking you didn't believe that he is the Doctor. "I regenerated."

  Your kidnapper designed a twisted game where the both of you have to tell the truth or risk electrocution. He called the Doctor bluff about not caring for you.

  The Doctor, not wanting to hurt you, answered as best and as flat as he can be. He was good at telling lies. You know this. But you are not. So, when asked whether you have feeling for him, you tried to lie but that caused the Doctor a pain of electrocution.

  "Okay, you won. I still have feeling for the Doctor, okay?!" You screamed. You turned to the Doctor with tears in your eyes. "You. It is always you. I never stop loving you."

  The Doctor's mouth dropped open as he glanced at you with confusion and disbelief. "But you are with another man. I saw him that night."

  "You stupid Doctor. Remember that night! See him! Really see him!" You shouted.

  He frowned. He was silent for a long while. His eyes widened as he finally pieced it together. "W-what? That man...that was me? B-but..."

  "I'm so sorry. I didn't want to hurt you. But I have no choice. You told me to, future you." You said, finally letting the worm out of the can and once you do, you can't stop revealing everything.

  He look like he wanted to throw up. He desperately trying to comprehend what you are telling him.

  7777

  Once you and the Doctor are able to get out of the hostage situation, he grabbed you aside, demanding explanation.

  "And you believe him?" He asked in anger.

  "He showed me what happened!" You yelled, defending your action.

  He frowned. He stalked toward you, grabbing you harshly. "Show me." He demanded.

  You stared at him before slowly nodded your consent.

  He closed his eyes as he put his hands to cup your face.

  You closed your eyes and brought out the memories of the days of the future Doctor was with you. You accidentally showed him your would-be future with him.

  He gasped as he released you. He took a few step back away from you. He looked at loss at what to do.

  "Doctor?"

  "You should have told me." He said brokenly.

  "But you told me not to."

  "How can you trust him over me?!" He yelled at you.

  "He is you!" You yelled back. 

  He shook his head and left you behind...again.

  You took a deep breathe trying to calm yourself despite the tears.

  7777

  "Clara Oswald, I hate you." You said as you glared at her. You found out she is the one who staged the kidnapping of you and the Doctor with the help of the Doctor's former companion, Jack Harkness.

  "Now you know how it feel to be manipulated." She said petulantly.

  "You are going to ruin him." You said.

  "He will be fine. He will come to his sense eventually."

  "He might never forgive me."

  "Then he is very foolish." She said. "I just want to fix us, our friendship. No more secret."

  "No more secret." You agreed.

  "So, the threat that alternate Doctor has passed by, there is nothing stopping you to be with him again, (name)."

  "Not this again. What about you, Clara? You love him."

  She hummed. "I think you loves him more." She said.

  "That's not true. You saved the Doctor over and over again. You even died for him again and again. If that's not love..."

  "Alright enough, let's not start comparing who love who more, yeah?"

  "You started it."

  7777

  You sat on your front porch staring at the night sky on your own.

  The Doctor suddenly appeared and walked toward you slowly, almost hesitantly.

  You glanced at him cautiously. You slowly stood up and met him half-way. "Doctor...?"

  He glanced down at you with a look you can't decipher. Suddenly he pulled you to him and hugged you tight.

  You were surprised. But you hugged him back. "I thought Clara said you are not a hugging person anymore."

  "Shut up." He said.

  You smiled and hugged him tight. You closed your eyes in content.

    "one step closer

closer to the light

no matter where we're going

i'll be by your side

and everything we used to know

crashed into the great unknown

one step closer

we're gonna be alright."

find my way back - eric arjes

    a/n: this is very mushy and probably cringe-worthy too. not original ideas but i still enjoy writing it so i hope you enjoy reading it too. please drop comments if you like it.

also, i wanna says thank you to those who follow my blog and has dropped like/comment/reblog on my past stories. thank you so much, dears.

#11th doctor x reader #12th doctor x reader #eleventh doctor x reader #twelfth doctor x reader #doctor who fanfiction #doctor who x reader #shiefenwrites

[queenborhapreaderships]

Masterlist

Hey guys! Thought I’d make a masterlist before I lose everything. Until I lose the masterlist, just you wait. ANYWAY!

The Witcher 

Geralt/Reader

~Promise - “ You and Geralt have been traveling together for ages and you have a system down. You're a powerful witch, so you can definitely hold your own. Geralt knows this. Or at least you thought he did. When he puts himself in harm's way for you, quite frankly, it pisses you off. You confront him and certain feelings you've both been hiding creep their way to the light. In an overly complex fashion, because it's Geralt.”

Jaskier/Reader

~The Beginning - “Prompt fill for: "Hello there :) I wanted to ask if you would write Jaskier x reader. The reader is a Witcheress and she travels with Jaskier (and occasionaly Geralt). One day some peasants talk shit About her and Jaskier stays up for her, saying more About his feelings than he intented to? :) thank you and sorry for my English"

~Revelations - “This was a request for jealous Jaskier/Reader but it kinda turned more into insecure Jaskier/reader, but there's some jealousy elements in there as well! Jas and the reader grew up together, inseparable. When Geralt joins the picture, Jaskier is worried he's holding Y/N back and tries to back off. Y/N has to set him straight!”

~Prompt Fill for “ heard you were looking for prints ! how about a jaskier/reader (male or gender neutral) where jaskier is songwriting or practicing while the reader is painting and it’s like cute as hell ? “

More Gen Type Stuff (family dynamics, etc...)

~Shit Happens - “This was a request for protective dad Geralt! I added some friendship with Ciri in there as well <3″

~Prompt Fill for “hey for your witcher proments how about somebody from our world (like peter parker smart but quirky type of personality) gets teleported into the witchers world and shenanigans ensue or something like that. Also love your stuff, keep writing, look forward for the next one!!!!! ;))))”

Sherlock

Sherlock/Reader

~Particularly Human - “Prompt fill for - ‘Would you be okay with doing a Sherlock thing where reader is really really close to him, could be romantic but doesn’t need to be if you don’t want to, and perhaps they get kidnapped (and tortured if you’re up for it??? Perhaps Sherlock can watch from a livestream the kidnapper is doing?) could be a happy ending if you wanna! I’m just here for that gud angst 😈’”

Queen/Borhap Cast

Ben Hardy/Reader

~how dare you? - “Prompt fill for ‘ Hey :) could you do a headcanon about Ben cheating on reader?’ It started as a headcanon then turned into an entireass fic. Love that.”

Rami Malek/Reader

~Prompt Fill for “ How about expecting a baby with Rami and having your first baby” Full disclosure, I entirely forgot I wrote this, it’s pretty short but fluffy as hell. 

~rekindling the flame - “You’re the daughter of Jim Hutton, so growing up was a roller coaster. With Freddie as practically a second father, things were never boring. But time passed and things changed. Everything changed. Not knowing how to process any of your past, you flee to the states in an attempt to write music and find yourself. It pretty much turns into instant isolation! That all changes when you get a call from your Uncle Bri about a movie being made on Freddie. Secrets come to light and you just might find yourself falling in love with the boy with the beautiful eyes along the way.” I abandoned this fic when I faded out of the Queen/Borhap fandom and I Am So Sorry. 

Doctor Who

Eleventh Doctor/Reader

~That’s That - “The Tardis takes a bit of a tumble and you bang your head up pretty bad. Cue a very worried Doctor. He takes care of you which causes certain... things to come to light.”

~Safe - “The Doctor is furious. You risked your life again and he just won't have that. He can't have another death on his hands, but is that all? Is there more to why he's so mad? Spoiler alert. Yes. Yes, there is.”

Merlin

Merlin/Arthur/Reader

~We Were Written in the Stars, but the Universe is a Shit Author - “You've been looking for your soulmates for your entire life, ridiculed and taunted for having two soul marks. Finally, when you've decided it's just not worth it anymore, your soulmates decide to come out of the shadows. Now everything's supposed to be perfect, right? That's how soulmates work, right? Well. You definitely learn that lesson the hard way. Trigger warning for suicidal thoughts and situations (no actual suicide though)”

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon/Reader (with a hint of Negan/Reader)

~Wherever Loyalty Lies - “ When Rick’s group abandons you after you’re hurt, Negan’s men find you in the woods and take you back to The Sanctuary. Negan takes a very special interest in you. You're more or less his favorite. How do you adapt to this new life while still trying to make sense of your past one? What happens when you come face to face with your family that left you all alone?” Oh god, this was my first fic. It’s like three years old by now. Pls don’t judge me. I tried. 

Also! Feel free to keep up with me on AO3, I post most of my shit there too <3 Please lemme know if any of the links aren’t working! 

#masterlist #i guess i can find it through that tag #the witcher #geralt/reader #geralt x reader #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fanfic #geralt of rivia #geralt #geralt z rivii #jaskier #jaskier x reader #jaskier reader insert #geralt reader insert #the witcher reader insert

[edgarbright]

Kyle’s Route part 5

Initial ramblings!

Spoilers mentioned from Loki and Lancelot’s routes

PSA THAT I LOVE EDGAR BRIGHT!!

This part is STELLAR and the man of the hour only made his appearance at the eleventh hour! Red Army Soldiers vs the Gentle Demon LMAO All of those patients. All of those patients just lining up with their injuries and wounds and aches -- caused by Edgar running the training session lmfao I’m crying I love it I love him.

This is also one of the FUNNIEST exchanges I have read in this entire game

Red Solider 1: “I forgot to block and got hit really hard on the shoulder.”

Kyle: “You got hit in the same place not too long ago. And before that you [got a] cut on your right shin, and got a big lump on your forehead--”

Kyle: “And I seem to remember you spraining your left wrist and freaking out because you thought it was broken, too.”

Red Soldier 1: “You have a good memory. But please stop bringing up all those embarrassing things.”

Kyle, smiling: “I never forget anything about my patients. I know every last inch of your body.”

Red Soldier 1: “Please-- Please stop.”

I’M CRYING LOL (Can I make a image set for this scene now or is too soon!?) Just imagining the solider pleading... please... please no more... And Kyle is smiling like a goof. It’s so perfect. This is the quality content I crave!

But Kyle has a very good bedside manner! And Alice is doing good work as his assistant. It’s important to tell the patient exactly what you’re doing before you do it, and she does, so A+!

I also really appreciated that Alice’s first patient told her no. Another reason I love the Red Army is because those soldiers are just as suspicious of Alice as she is of them. She might be just a young woman but she comes from another world and has a power to stop magic that simply does not exist in Cradle. Why did she come to Cradle? Why now? Did you see how quickly she joined up with the enemy? She isn’t just a young woman. She’s dangerous. We see so much of Alice mistrusting the RA soldiers that it’s refreshing to see a RA soldier be so open about mistrusting her. She had a public showing of trying to escape, which made sure ALL the soldiers know she is not their guest but their captured enemy.

So the soldier telling her no when she goes to clean his wound was 10/10 for me. And that the soldier relents because the doctor told him to is also 10/10. The soldier TRUSTS Kyle more than he mistrusts Alice, and that says a lot about how good Kyle is.

My science brain is also buzzing about the magical crystals and medicine. I know this game won’t get too technical, but it’s fun to nerd about the connotations and possibilities of all this world building. I actually wrote several paragraphs on this topic that I cut out just now because damn, u a nerd, Irene! Maybe I’ll post it separately in the future.

Although I will say that while Kyle says magic can’t be used to heal, we have seen those who possess innate magic (Lancelot and Loki) heal others. Lancelot used his magic to heal Alice from a magical (internal?) injury that could have killed her. Loki used his magic to heal a small cut on a knee with no issue but he also used magic to heal multiple wounds all over Harr. However, the wounds on Harr reopened not long after and it took Kyle’s doing to save Harr in the end. So magic might be able to cure magical injuries, but it can’t cure extensive physical ones? I’ll be keeping an eye out on this! I love hurt/comfort fics and I need this for important research lmao

Kyle is such a professional and so into his work and the future scientific developments I’m all heart eyes! Kyle is already dreaming up the x-ray! I would love to see Kyle and Oliver collaborate over all these ideas for magically-based tools!

Also watch Alice falling in love with Kyle and not realizing it yet. She’s resisting it ala “I don’t hate the feeling of his fingers combing through my hair,” but we are on our way to romancing this doctor~

#my ikerev #kyle's route #kyle route spoilers #when i say rambling i mean rambling #THESE ARE GETTING SO LONG #i just want to read kyle's route but here i am typing away instead RIP me #for the record i read the part and wrote this yesterday saturday #read 6 7 8 yesterday during lucky time too so i'm behind

[eclecticminded]

Recovery

anonymous asked: Hi can you do a Nevada x reader where his s/o is like taken hostage and the person who take them hostage manipulated them so bad to think Nevada didn’t love them but when they are free they are so sad and scared of him and it takes Nevada and them to be good again like they used to be

First of all, thank you for the request! Second of all, I hope you like this. I had to do some real thinking and searching and plotting on how to do this idea. But I like a challenge.

You’re kidnapped and tortured and when Nevada finally finds you, you’ve been brainwashed to think he arranged the whole thing. Can you ever trust him again?

Warnings: Mentions of torture, rape, blood, and scars. But nothing in graphic detail I promise.

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Also I have a Kofi (link in blog description) if anyone wants to donate!

When they finally found you, it had been a week and a half. For you it felt like years after days on end of physical and mental torture. No sleep. Burning. Cuts. Beatings. Rape. It never ended. But what made it worst of all, was from the start they kept telling you Nevada arranged the whole thing. That he'd grown tired of you and sold you to them to do whatever they wanted.

At first you didn't believe them. How could you? Nevada loved you. When you'd been taken you were waiting from him to show up for a date. There was a knock at the door and thinking he'd forgot his key, you stupidly opened it without looking. But at one point they even made it seem like Nevada was watching from the other room. Played him laughing on a loop. And it broke you. You believed them. How could someone like Nevada have ever loved you?

So when he and his men came bursting in, you figured it was just a hallucination. You watched in slow motion horror as his men killed nearly ever person in the room. The two men obliviously in charge where personally pummeled by Nevada then dragged off to what you assumed was one of his warehouses. He turned to you and physically paled. You clothes were shredded and covered very little anymore. From head to toe you were covered in fresh blood running over dried blood and poorly healing wounds.

Nevada untied you and you physically flinched away from him. Without the rope keeping you upright, you toppled over and he caught you. With a startled scream you scrambled and crawled away from him. The man closest to you tried to pick you up and you swung at him, catching him in the face. The doctor Nevada had brought with him happened to be a women and her soft voice calmed you down just enough she could give you a shot.

“Don't touch me,” you screamed at Nevada as he wrapped you in his jacket and scooped you into his arms.

“It's gonna be okay y/n, it's gonna be okay,” he muttered again and again as you slowly lost consciousness.

When you finally came to, it was hours later and you were in your own bed. Nevada still reeling from the heart breaking and painful way you recoiled from him and screamed, was in the chair next to the bed instead of in it with you. There was an IV attached to your arm and your mouth was dry. You tried to reach for the water next to the bed but missed and knocked the cup over.

“Let me help,” Nevada yawned and filled the cup up after retrieving it from the floor. You didn't reach for the cup, just stared at him in wide eyed horror. He brought the cup towards you and you practically jumped away from his touch. It broke his heart but he left the room with the cup.

“Glad you're awake,” the doctor from earlier smiled as you entered. When she offered you the cup, you took it and drank the whole thing. She poured you another which you also promptly downed.

“Why am I here? Are you going to torture me more? Is this a trick,” your eyes cut to Nevada in the doorway and he stiffened.

“No no, dear. I'm here to make you better. You're going to be okay. It will just take some time to heal,” she patted you hand.

“Don't leave me alone with him,” you whispered with tear filled eyes.

“Why not,” she looked over at Nevada, “He's the one that rescued you. He's not going to hurt you.”

“You wouldn't understand,” you shook your head and laid back down.

“Now I have other patients to tend to. Mr. Ramirez knows how to change your bandages and has all your medicines. I will be back in a few days to check on you,” she looked between the two of you and prayed she was doing the right thing.

Over the next two weeks you quit your job and refused to leave the apartment. You wouldn't let Nevada touch you, but if you couldn't see him it made you panic. So until further notice, Nevada was running things remotely. If he had meetings he had to have, they'd happen in the living room while his sister was changing your bandages and helping you bathe. On the rare occasion he absolutely had to leave, he'd wait until your medicine kicked in then sneak out.

One particular day you refused to get out of bed. Nevada was used to this by now and sat at the makeshift desk going over business. You couldn't stand him staring at you any longer, so you got up to find something to eat. He followed you and when he reached for a cup you bumped into him. The cup fell to the ground and shattered all over the floor.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it Please don't hurt me! Please don't send me back,” you recoiled and collapsed on the floor. Your back was pressed against the fridge door and you trembled while Nevada swept up the broken pieces. He dumped them into the trash and squatted in front of you.

“Why did you say that,” he looked so hurt and lost. He hadn't slept properly since the day you were taken and it showed.

“Please don't send me back,” your lip quivered and tears ran down your cheeks.

“Send you back where,” Nevada started to wipe the tears away like he always did, but the look of terror on your face stopped him.

“With those men. Please don't send me back,” you broke down sobbing and curled into yourself to appear as tiny as possible.

“You think I sent you to be tortured,” Nevada was so shocked at this declaration he fell backwards and sat firmly on the floor.

“They told me you did. Showed me you were watching,” you sniffled and wiped at your eyes, “I heard you laughing while they did it.”

“None of that is true,” Nevada's jaw was set in anger and his eyes dark, “I would never, ever hurt you. I love you.”

“But but...I heard you. I didn't believe until I heard you,” you shook your head. This had to be another trick.

“Loca, I swear to you on my whole operation, I did not do this. I came to get you for our date and the door was wide open. Your purse was dumped on the floor. Those bastards sent me videos of what they did to you. I spent ten days trying to find you and on the eleventh I did,” Nevada's eyes finally overflowed and twin tears ran down his cheeks. He wiped them away but they were replaced by more.

“But they said--”

“I don't care how long it takes, I will earn your trust back. I love you. I would never ever do that to you. I promise,” Nevada got off the floor and pulled his phone out.

“What are you doing,” you stood and timidly moved around him to get you both waters.

“Ordering takeout. Neither of us have eaten all day,” Nevada disappeared to order food and for the first time in weeks you didn't flinch when he came back.

Later that night you were tossing and turning in your sleep. You were having a nightmare so vivid you thought you were being tortured again. You woke up screaming and Nevada came rushing in with his gun drawn.

“What's the matter,” he flipped the lights on and checked every possible hiding spot in the room.

“N-N-N-Nightmare. It was so real,” you'd woken already crying and it blurred your vision.

“What can I do,” Nevada's voice wavered, it killed him knowing he couldn't take this pain away.

“Just hold me. Please,” you threw the blankets back

“Are you sure?”

“Please,” you scooted over and Nevada climbed in next to you. He wrapped around you so perfectly, you'd forgotten how well you fit together. Forgotten how warm he was and how safe he made you feel.

“If you need me to leave at any point I can,” Nevada tightened his arms around you.

“Please don't,” you snuggled back against him and fell asleep almost instantly. It was the best sleep either of you had had in over a month.

The a few days later, you told Nevada you wanted to try going to the store. He went with you of course and you held hands the whole time. Food for the next couple of days was bought and carried inside without incident. But the second the front door closed, you collapsed on the sofa crying. So much had been taken away from you. So much you were afraid you'd never get back.

Nevada quickly put the groceries away and ran you a bath. You heard the water running and followed the sound to him. He was sitting on the edge of the tub testing the temperature.

“What're you doing,” you raised an eyebrow.

“Running you a bath. I figured if I call my sister after you get in, you'll have time to soak,” he smiled up at you. Here was the man that loved you so much. You felt ashamed you ever believed he would hurt you.

“Don't call her. Could you help me,” you raised you arms and Nevada stood in front of you.

“I can if you want me to,” he tenderly lifted your shirt over your head. He stooped down to help you out of your pants and you used his shoulders to steady yourself to step out of them. With just as much care he removed your bandages until you were standing naked in front of him. Nevada sat on the toilet and hung his head.

“This is the first time seeing them isn't it,” you carefully ran your hand over your scars and wounds in various stages of healing.

Nevada simply nodded his head.

“It's not your fault,” you whispered and climbed into the water.

“Isn't it,” he gently washed your body while you mulled over your thoughts.

“No Vada. You didn't do this to me. They did. They did this to me. And I'm so sorry I believed you had any part in it. Please forgive me,” you rested your hand on his cheek inches from your face.

“There's nothing to forgive. My business is what did this to you. How can you ever forgive me,” he pulled away from your touch and washed your hair.

“Nevada. They made the choice to do this. Not you. It is not your fault. There is nothing to forgive you for,” you gripped his chin and pulled him closer to you.

“You didn't deserve any of that,” he tried to pull away from you kept a firm grip.

“Nevada I love you,” you tenderly kissed his lips and released his chin, “I'm in this with you.”

“Will you marry me,” he whispered against your lips.

“What? What did you say,” your jaw dropped and you backed away from him.

“I was going to ask you that night. So I'm asking now. Will you marry me,” he fished a ring box out of his pocket and opened it.

“Yes Nevada! Yes,” you held your hand out and he slipped the ring on. He helped you out of the tub and held your wet body against his until your shivered. Wordlessly, Nevada redressed your wounds and helped you into a nightgown. The two of you curled up together and admired how beautiful he ring looked on your hand. Healing is a process that takes time but with Nevada by your side you'd make it through.

#nevada ramirez #nevada ramirez imagine #nevada ramirez fanfic #nevada ramirez x reader #trouble in the heights #trouble in the heights fanfic #trouble in the heights imagine #mine #my writing

[fluidityandgiggles]

Sleep Is For The Weak - Chapter 2

Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1

Notes (I guess): I am equally in love and in deep hate with some (a lot) of what’s going on in here, and I am terribly, terribly sorry. And also there are some characters I wanted to explore a bit further than what had been in this part, but... I’m working on it. Give it a bit and I’ll get there. Again, credit to @broadwaytheanimatedseries for screaming at me to write this, and to @whatwashernameagain for Keep Him Safe, and also a tiny tiny lil bit to @anony-phangirl and @asleepybisexual for their general support and for being such great sports about me annoying them with my ideas... (oops).

(I’m trying to find a way to write my notes, so bear with me until I find a way to… it might take a hot minute.)

(KHS) Tag List (sort of): @em-be-lievable, @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2, @adoratato, @supremestoverlord, @royallyanxious, @madly-handsome, @hanramz-the-fander, @the-incedible-sulk, @poisonedapples, @virge-of-a-breakdown, @winglessnymph, @princeanxious, @smokeyrutilequartz, @im-bad-at-life (if any of you could tag the rest, please do! I’m improving my memory from day to day, but… yeah…)

Tag list: @bunny222, @ab-artist, @secretlyanxiouspersona

Trigger warning: period appropriate transphobia (the early 00s were not exactly trans-friendly). This chapter in particular includes some very heavy misgendering and deadnaming (if you get what I’m saying). Please be careful.

—————

Science of Living Systems 20 actually wasn't as bad as Remy thought it would be. It was rather cool, actually.

Well, at least he hoped it was.

The head of the department was… an interesting individual. Remy met with him during the application process. The man insisted on calling him "Miss Harris" and speaking to and about him in girl pronouns, and Remy understood why.

For some reason, though, Remy expected all the professors to be like that. And not such was the case.

"Rebecca Harris, I want to see you later in my office."

Doctor Gilliam was in his late thirties, called everyone by their first and last names, thought that being single was hilarious, made really bad puns in his lectures (though Remy heard, not as much outside of them), and tried his best to be "hip with the kids". It was worrying, to say the least. And… yeah, Remy was slightly terrified.

"I'm kind of worried, kid," Gilliam said the moment Remy walked in. "You don't look too-"

"Excuse me, Doctor, but I don't know what this is about."

"Have you heard about shadows and personae, Rebecca Harris?" Remy shook his head, terrified to say a word. "Well, it's quite an interesting concept. According to Carl Jung, you'll learn about him later, the persona is the mask you wear in the world. It's what you want others to see. The shadow is your innermost self, the parts of your identity that you wish to hide from others."

"Okay, and?"

"I think your persona might be cracking."

What… was going on?

"I'm not making sense, am I? I'm sorry. There's a lot that goes into that theory and I shouldn't confuse you this much, at least not until we get to it."

Yeah… it was weird.

"So, my point is… you can talk to me if anything is making you uncomfortable, okay?"

"Okay… I guess."

"Well, that is all," Doctor Gilliam said, fixing his glasses.

That… was weird. But okay. If that's how he wants to do things. Remy wasn't going to complain.

He was definitely better than the head of department.

—

There was a knock at the door.

Abby, their RA, was over earlier. Apparently Katherine had a bit of a scene right after class. So naturally, Remy assumed it would be Abby. No one else could be knowing on their door at ten thirty pm-

"We don't have your bunny this time. You can go."

Oh.

"Oh, no, I just…" Remy could hear that… kid? Whatever his name was, from the door. "I just need… I need someone to help me with something. And…"

"Oh. Remy can help."

"No I can't," Remy replied. "I need sleep and so do you!"

"It won't take long, I promise!"

"...fine." Remy got off the couch - the nice, comfy couch, where there was a blanket and his sols20 book - to the door. Where that kid (Emile? Emile) was looking at him with those big blue eyes and…

Yeah, Remy regretted unbinding. (Well, no. He did not. But also kind of did.)

"Hey… Rebecca, right—"

"His name is Remy."

Emile seemed shocked for a moment. Oh shit. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't know. I just… I see you in most of my classes, so… never mind. So… how are you with baking?"

—

"So my sister Julie is LaVeyan—"

"Aren't we supposed to be baking cookies, babe?"

"Yeah, but… the stuff's all in the cabinets and I'm looking!"

Emile was a disaster child, Remy decided after only five minutes alone together. He brought a violin and his bunny to the kitchen in the pursuit of baking cookies - like, what even? - and he just seemed so… energetic? Happy? Whatever the word was. A couple minutes ago he was talking about the cookies, sure, but then he switched it to the importance of guided imagery, and then why Li Shang from Mulan is bisexual, and now… what was he even talking about?

"So my sister is a LaVeyan Satanist," Emile repeated himself, almost climbing on the counter to reach a cabinet. "It's kinda funny, actually. My dad's side of the family are all Catholic, and— can you put the sugar on the countertop, please? Thank you!"

"Sweetie, for the eleventh time this past ten minutes, I understand nothing you're saying."

"Am I speaking another language or something? Because if so I'm sorry!"

"No, it's just…" How does he not hurt his feelings? "It's just… you talk fast and about a lot of subjects at the same time."

"Oh. Okay. Sorry."

Maybe he thought Remy couldn't hear, but there was definitely a "this is just one of the things that are wrong about me" thrown in the air.

Emile didn't speak to him for the rest of the process. Maybe once or twice he pointed out a step or an ingredient, but overall he did not speak. At all. And then the cookies were in the oven…

And then he pulled out his violin.

"Is this really necessary?"

"I'm not talking to you."

"Emile, is it because of something I said?" Emile, still pouting (as he had been for a good hour and some now), nodded. "Well, I'm sorry. Please don't silent treatment me."

"I talk too fast and too much."

"Not what I said. I just said I can't follow you. I didn't say it's your fault. Please don't—"

Emile pretty much just ignored Remy (uhh, rude!) and positioned his violin, and started to play something… quite angrily.

After a minute and a half Remy recognized it as Once Upon a Dream from Sleeping Beauty.

After another three minutes, he dared open his mouth again. "I'm sorry I said that. I didn't mean to. Do you accept my apology?"

"...fine."

It was not fine. Absolutely not.

"Thanks for the help with the cookies," he said as they separated at the top of the stairs, all one-hundred-and-ninety cookies (Emile insisted on quadrupling the recipe) safely packed in plastic boxes and hidden away. "I… I'm gonna go now."

"Emile, please." He turned around, still looking quite pissed. (It was probably the hour, Remy tried telling himself. It's already past one am. This is not good.) "Are you mad that I said I'm confused?"

"To be honest with you, yes! Yes, I'm mad. I know it wasn't your intention but I heard you say shut the fuck up when you said that. And it hurt. Very badly."

...oh.

"I'm going to forgive you, but it's going to take me a bit, so please don't be mad at me, okay?" Emile honestly looked close to tears. "Good night, Remy. I'll see you in living systems tomorrow."

And then he went to his suite, violin and bunny with him.

Remy just got himself into a huge mess.

—

It was a beautiful afternoon in Boston when Remy found himself at the rather posh Italian place his mom wanted to meet at.

Before their divorce in late 1999, just after Remy turned fifteen, his father started contacting a charity organization dedicated to help transgender youth. He educated himself. Tried to educate his wife as well. But… apparently it was the last straw for Linda. The very night he tried to even just explain that it's not her fault, that it's how he was born, she packed up her things and left.

The divorce papers came in less than two months later. The divorce was finalized in November 1999. Remy did not see her since.

(Yeah… that was a lie. He actually hasn't seen her since Christmas 2001. But that was still a very long time. Almost a year is a long time.)

"Well, at least the weather's nice." And there she was with her new boy toy. Glamorous as ever, with her stupidly huge sunglasses and her bright red (disgustingly fake, makes India's hair seem real) curly bob, looking exactly the same as she did that day Remy came out to her.

A few hours later, though. When she thought he was asleep and left the house to go to some party.

"Well, at least you're still not very nice, Linda," he said with a smirk as he sat down next to her boy toy (he actually looks kinda nice, for a forty-something year old). "But much unlike the weather, I don't think this is a thing that can change so easily."

"Where are your manners, Rebecca?"

"The same place those diamond earrings you forgot when you left us are. At home with Dad, probably watching South Park."

"Well, at least we left the girls at home." Linda took off her sunglasses and replaced them with a normal, frameless pair of glasses. "I don't believe you met Stephen before, Rebecca."

"I don't believe I've met a Rebecca before, Linda."

"Are you ready to order?"

It took about two minutes for all the orders to place (of course Stephen had to order something overly fancy, because why the fuck not) before she started yapping again.

"Rebecca, I didn't ask to see you for you to be so rude to me."

"I didn't ask to see you, period."

"What would you like to be called, then?" Stephen asked. Well…

"Remy. My name is Remy."

"Your name is—"

"My name is not Rebecca! I haven't gone by that name since I was fourteen. Dad never called me that since the day I asked him to call me Remy. You're the only one who ever insisted, how do you think it made me feel?"

"How do you think it made me feel, Rebecca?" Remy hoped no one was looking. "My own daughter. I jeopardized my own high school graduation to have you because your father was dumb enough to forget the condoms. I gave up life-long dreams just to raise you, because that retard of a father you have couldn't. Is this how you repay me?"

There was a very awkward silence, that was broken by an unfamiliar voice - deep, with a southern drawl - and a confused "Rebecca?"

India. Without her makeup, her hair pulled back.

Looking almost perfectly manly.

"Excuse me?" Linda straightened her glasses, glaring at India. Oh, how Remy did not want this to happen… "And you are?"

"Ian McGinty, ma'am. I'm her boyfriend."

Oh.

"Your father didn't tell me you have a boyfriend," Linda spoke slowly.

"Because he doesn't know everything. And my name is still Remy."

"Ethan and I are gonna go now," India said, her voice still lower, still more southern than normal. "Text me when you're done, we'll go get ice cream?"

"...sure."

And then she leaned down and said, in the voice Remy grew to know and absolutely adore, "we're going to talk about this. Don't worry, I got your back."

And then she was gone.

"So a boyfriend, huh?"

"...so how many men have you fucked before meeting Stephen, Linda?"

—

"I'm so sorry about your mom, baby."

India's brother, Ethan, looked nothing like her. Well, he looked like a more manly, less boyish version of ‘manly' India, but also nothing alike. He also didn't talk much. So that was fun.

India took them to get ice cream indeed. (And much like her music taste, her favorite ice cream flavors - burnt caramel and earl grey - were rather… interesting. But she did swear that Toscanini's was probably the best ice cream in Cambridge, and who was Remy to argue with her?)

"It's alright. She's always been like this."

"Doesn't make it alright." Ethan grunted in agreement. "Take it from me, Remy. It's never alright."

"Does he have an Esther?"

India's eyes rolled so far back. "Do you think that every trans person have to have an Esther, Ethan? Do you truly think it's how we realize our identity?"

"It's how you did yours."

"I knew I'm a girl since the moment I understood who I am. Any related accidents after that are purely incidental."

"India, I think I fucked up." She looked up at him from her half-melted ice cream cup. "I told you about Emile, right?"

"You're still stuck on that?" Remy nodded. "Look… that kid told you he forgives you. You saw him in class since then, he didn't say anything to you… you're doing fine, sweetie."

"Is that his real boyfriend?"

"Ethan, shut the fuck up or I'll call mom. Remy…" India turned to play with his hair.

Yeah, it was very calming.

"He sounds like a very sweet kid. Trust me, there's no way you fucked anything up. You'll be okay. You'll get to hang out with him again, and it will be okay. Now eat your ice cream, you have the best ice cream, and then we're going back to your dorm and we're going to watch Priscilla. Or Hedwig. Whatever suits your fancy, okay?"

"...okay."

"Now, let's talk more about your mom and why it isn't okay that she treats you like that."

And for a bit, everything just seemed alright. Well, almost.

#kylo cant write #sanders sides #remy/sleep #emile picani #keep him safe #sleep is for the weak #the remy centric prequel #tw: period appropriate transphobia #tw: panic attack

[dyke3vader]

Sorrow

Requested: No

Ship: Previous Javey, Minor Spot x Davey, can be interpreted as JackCrutchie

Warnings: Slight swearing, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, cancer

Note: Here’s me projectiiiingggggg

Word Count: 1′765 words

-

“Do you remember that song? From band in eleventh grade?” Crutchie smiled as he scrolled through his phone’s music. “You sang and the rest of the band was so jealous because you were amazing. It was only, like, a year or two after we found out. You made your parents cry.” He reached over and set his phone on the speaker. He played the beginning notes at an ear-eating volume. It's not like the nurses could do anything about it.

It feels like falling,

It feels like rain,

“Do you remember it?” Crutchie asked gently, sitting next to Jack on the bed. The other boy nodded, eyes looking distant.

Like losing my balance,

again and again,

Jack had lung cancer, and he was diagnosed in tenth grade. His family had barely afforded the bills, and with Ms. Medda out of the country it was hell. The main problem, other than the actual cancer, was that most people who have lung cancer only live for five years after they’re diagnosed. Jack just turned 20 last month. That’s more than five years. He’s on his deathbed.

It once was so easy,

Breathe In, Breathe Out,

When they were in high school, Crutchie and Jack had a plan. Jack was going to be an artist, and Crutchie was going to be an author. They were so happy, Jack even had a boyfriend. His name was Davey. He was the complete opposite of Jack, he was a smartass and clueless and they may have fought like an old married couple but… Jack really cared for him. When the Jack found out that she had cancer, he broke up with him. He didn’t want Davey to hurt any more than he had to, so he didn’t even tell the other boy why he was being broken up with. They were just.... Done.

At the foot of this mountain,

I only see clouds,

Jack knew he was going to die from the beginning. His parents were in denial the whole time and the only person there for him was Crutchie. Crutchie tried his damn hardest to keep Jack happy and awake but  no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help Jack escape the dark cloud surrounding his future.

I feel out of focus,

Or at least indisposed,

As the months went on, Jack got less and less inspired. His lungs healed enough for him to be home for longer periods of time. He grew his hair back out, and things for his health were looking up. His mental stability though… Was weakening. He couldn’t go outside, he couldn’t leave the house, he couldn’t go back to the school paper. He felt useless.

As this strange weather pattern,

Inside me takes hold,

As he got more and more depressed, he stopped caring about his health. He didn’t even take his medication, instead throwing them in the trash. It didn't take long for him to be back in the hospital. Crutchie took matters into her own hands. He brought the whole paper to Jack’s house after school, and he even bought Jack a new easel, since his old one was slowly eroding. Jack started to smile again. ‘One step forward.’ Crutchie thought.

Each brave step forward,

I take three steps behind,

It wasn't long before Jack was back to his broken mental state. His parents were arguing, his grades were dropping and he still wasn’t feeling any better. Then he found out that Davey had moved on. He found out that Davey moved on to Spot Conlon. That’s when Jack... changed.

It’s mind over matter,

Matter over mind,

Jack had always had a fiery personality. He always had a short temper and even shorter patience. After he found out about Spot, it seemed like he ran on anger and revenge. He was always snapping at people and was yelling back at his parents, but he was fighting. Fighting against Davey, sure, but he was also fighting to stay alive.

Slowly, then all at once,

A single loose thread,

And it all comes undone,

Crutchie was done. He was so over the way Jack was acting. He was only letting her emotions out with anger. It wasn’t healthy. Fighting is good, but not like this. He confronted Jack one day. He may have cancer, but he was still Jack. He was still hot-headed and stubborn, and Crutchie was his only impulse control. That shouldn’t stop just because Jack was sick. So when Crutchie snapped back, it was the last piece of kindling to the bonfire… Jack just broke. Sobbing, yelling, begging. He was scared and angry, at Davey, at his parents, and God, at himself, but it was okay. Crutchie was there.

Where there is light,

A shadow appears,

After Crutchie helped Jack control his emotions, he started getting better. That happened every year, though. He got better, then he straight hit rock bottom. Crutchie was going to keep an eye on him. They were already on year four, and maybe, just maybe… Jack would live past the average.

The cause and effect,

When life interferes,

It was inevitable. That’s what the doctor’s told them. Crutchie told them right back that it wasn’t fair, but they were right. Jack was told he had around eight months to live. Jack, hell-bent on living her life to the fullest, immediately compiled a bucket-list. A list of 76 things that he would not die without. So they promptly began to complete it as quick as they could, before Jack was too sick to move.

The same rule applies,

To goodness and grief,

They got every single thing on that list completed by five months, which gave them three to prepare. They had such an amazing time on that adventure, they sometimes forgot what they were there for. Crutchie had made it his mission for that experience to be as fun as possible, then he had to make those last few months comfortable.

For in our great Sorrow,

We learn what joy means,

Jack didn’t mind being in the hospital. It was okay as long as someone was there with him. It was okay. Jack thought he would have enough time to understand and accept. Until there was a complication with his left lung. One month. One month after that, there they were. Jack and Crutchie sitting next to each other on the bland hospital bed. Jack turned his head to finally face Crutchie. Their watery eyes met. Jack whispered the words he’d been holding back for so long.

“I don’t wanna fight,”

I don't wanna fight,

I don’t wanna fight,

I don’t wanna fight,

“Not anymore. I fought so hard against Davey, my parents… you. I’ve been fighting against my deathbed so I would never have to lay in it and here I am. Now… I’m sitting here, next to you… and everything hurts…” Jack was sobbing now.

I don’t wanna fight,

I don’t wanna fight,

“My muscles, my bones, my lungs… my heart… I just want to sleep. I just want to go… It’s too much… I don’t wanna fight no more…”

I don’t wanna fight,

Crutchie understood. He wrapped his arms around his best friend.

“Never again.” Crutchie kissed the top of Jack’s head. “You never have to fight like this again.” Crutchie had never believed in God or an afterlife, but in this moment, he wished there was one, so Jack would be safe forever.

But I will learn to fight,

I will learn to fight,

That would mean Crutchie would be alone. It wouldn’t be Jack and Crutchie anymore. Just… Crutchie. A tear slipped out and onto Jack’s once again bare head. It wouldn’t be forever. Crutchie would find more friends to call home, but no one like Jack. Never again. More tears fell. Maybe Jack didn’t have to fight anymore, but Crutchie will. He will keep Jack alive in their hearts and his mind and his life, in his future. Crutchie will fight for what will be left of Jack.

‘Tis this pendulum finds equilibrium,

All at once, they’re sobbing all over each other. Jack is getting Crutchie’s shirt wet, but neither of them care. Crutchie is thinking about how weird it must be to have tears rolling down your bare head, but doesn’t pull away. He won’t until Jack’s gone.

Slowly, then all at once,

The dark clouds depart,

Jack stops crying but he’s still breathing heavy. His blue eyes look up and stare into Crutchie’s. He looks around. His breathing gets heavier.

“They lied.” Jack whispered. He laughed through tears. “It doesn’t fade to white. It just slowly gets darker. All movies fade out to white when someone dies.” Crutchie smiled.

“Not in The Fault in Our Stars. They cut right to that shit.” Crutchie thought for a moment, arms still wrapped around Jack’s body. “You’re like my personal platonic Hazel Grace.”

“That’s nice. You’re a nerd.” Joked Jack. “Then you're my Augustus, okay? Just promise me. No dying. You’re not allowed. Not until you’re sixty. At least. Promise?” He held up his pinky finger, which Crutchie returned with his own.

“Promise.”

And the damage is done,

So pardon the dust,

“Please don’t mourn for too long, though. You have your own demons.” Crutchie smiled sadly at Jack’s words. “If those Delancey's ever comes near you again, just ouija me. I’ll always be one spirit call away. I’ll haunt them so hard.” Crutchie nodded. He could see what Jack was doing. Trying to tell her the he’ll always be there for him, even when he moves on.

Jack laid his head on Crutchie’s shoulder. He breathed heavily, listening to the last words of the song, his rough voice singing along so quiet, it was almost non-existent.

“I love you, Francis.”

Jack let out a short laugh.

“I love you too, James.”

Crutchie smiled. It’s been so long since he heard that name.

While this all settles in,

With a broken heart,

Jack closed his eyes. Crutchie hugged him again, and he couldn’t feel a heartbeat. He grasped tightly onto her friend’s corpse, not yet reaching the button to notify the nurses. He just cradled Jack’s lifeless body and cried. It wasn’t the first or last time he’d cry over it, but it was the first time he was doing it alone. Alone.

Crutchie took in three uneven breaths. He uncurled one arm from around Jack and shakily reached for the call button. He could barely hear the nurse’s feet over his own sobbing, but when they came to take Jack away, Crutchie let them.

Transformation begins.

The Transformation begins.

#IM SORRY #AT LEAST IT WASNT CRUTCHIE #jack kelly #crutchie morris #davey javobs #jack kelly x david jacobs #javey #crutchie morris x jack kelly #jackcrutchie #spot conlon x davey jacobs #newsies #mai writes

[heytherejulietx]

s6 is just so??? i always forget all the things they reveal and build up in it and i love it every time. but no i cried like too much when i rewatched god complex cause of that season </3

do it!!! ah after rewatching waters on mars i’ve been wanting to write a comfort fic cause ahhh i just want to hug this sad old spaceman way too much

of course!! aahhhh me too, im always so scared to show up in peoples asks even as an anon lmaoo

the s6 twists are some of the best holy shit. and it’s some of the peak river episodes too and i’m absolutely in love with her. i love how pretty much everything in the season connects in some way too. like it’s just amazing. i think my favourite episode of the season is a good man goes to war because it’s just amazing but the whole season is great. i know when i watch s7 i’m gonna cry like a baby so many times though omfg it’s so good but so sad

DUDE THAT EPISODE IS SO UNDERRATED TOO WHAT i forgot the plot of that episode when i rewatched it and by the end i was just blown away. like the eleventh doctor is my favourite, but the tenth doctor has some of the most powerful and shocking moments. when the ood showed up i was just gone. also if you write the fic please tag me in it!!!

no me too 💀 and then i get worried that i forgot to turn anon on as well LMAO

#amber’s asks #nonnies 💌 #doctor who

[agentdammers]

Grand Torchwood Rewatch 1x12 & 13

IF YOU FALL I WILL CATCH U I’LL BE WAITING........ T I M E A F T E R T I M E

One season down...... It’s a Finale Double Whammy, just as it aired back in 2007! Crumbs of Jack Lore drop into our laps, some absolute plot bullshit takes place, an old man is there!!! fuck it let’s get this over with

content warn: pisstaking, fun having, oh! plot bullshit!, i absolutely lose my fucking mind, Owen Harper!!! I Won’t Hesitate Bitch

1x12 “captain jack harkness”

- a thought before we dive in, but man owen gets A LOT of story stuff over the course of the 2 seasons he’s in right??? like more story stuff than ianto and tosh combined. interesting

- AH FUCK!!! A VOTE SAXON POSTER. REMEMBER WHEN?

- so..... here’s a thing. “Ohhh people have heard music from a derelict building! better send torchwood in!” how... does that come about? Could it be squatters or something??? fuck it, let’s send in a Secret Government Agency! they’ll sort it out. i mean we don’t know what they do exactly but i imagine at least one of them is a ghostbuster or something lmao, whatever

- OH NO THIS CREEPY OLD BITCH!!! i forgot how scary he looked!! god, this dude must be a million, or a vampire, or likely both

- tosh’s eyes get SO BIG WHEN THAT GUY ASKS HER TO DANCE I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!! she’s the best one!!!!!!

- wish i could wipe this episode entirely from my memory because that fucking reveal when the Real jack harkness introduces himself? F    U    C   K

- speaking of tosh, finding it extremely unconvincing that she, a tech nerd, would go out with a laptop with an almost completely flat battery... like, c’mon. she would be prepared

- Gwen cooper, a fully adult woman: haha me and my friends;;;; came here 4 a dare;;; cos its spooky lol....

- the camera on this show has me fucking SCREEEAMING “He wears a cravat.” THERE’S A DRAMATIC SLOW MOTION ZOOM IN ON THIS GUYS FUCKING CRAVAT AND THEN ON IANTO’S FACE LOOKING AT IT AND ITS ALL IN FUCKING EARNEST LET ME DIE!!!!!!!!!

- the dance they’re at is called “KISS THE BOYS GOODBYE DANCE”, which is what my finishing move would be called if i was a character in a fighting game

- ianto and owen slapfighting over their shit girlfriend experiences fucking owns genuinely lmao

- tosh pops the top off a tin and then cuts her hand open on the obviously blunt fucking lid?????? jesus christ

- “I’m tired of living in awe of the rift!!!” .....................first i’ve heard of it. I love that owen is talking as though the rift has been a major fucking factor throughout the entire series up until this point, rather than a thing that’s just been vaguely fucking referenced as the reason why a bunch of weird shit just seems to happen in cardiff. no, im not standing for this. You can’t pull out the rift at the eleventh hour and then talk about it as though it’s a Hugely Important plot device when the biggest role it’s had over the stretch of the entire 11 Whole Ass episodes prefacing this was to allow the plane to come through in “out of time”. y’all have barely mentioned the rift this entire time and now you want to act like its the hellmouth??? eat my ass!!!!!!

- and continuing on that note: apparently they’ve had a machine that can manipulate the rift in the hub......... the entire goddamn time. but no one thought to MENTION it i guess!!!!!!!! pfft, why would THAT be important??? right???? right?????

this plot bullshit almost makes me feel bad for how harsh i was about “cyberwoman” but, i will admit.... despite this Absolute Fucking Nonsense, i do find the jack and tosh storyline in this episode really fun and interesting. its just unfortunate that all the stuff arrrrround that is some kind of fic scrawled in the back of a kid’s math book.

- also the size of owen’s fucking NADS in this episode!!!!!!!! “Don’t compare yourself to me.” SAYS MAN CRYING OVER THE GIRL HE KNEW FOR ONE (1!) (SINGULAR) WEEK!!!! as opposed to ianto’s longterm girlfriend being turned into a monster and eventually murdered by his own team!!!! Like, i understand that’s owen’s problem actually goes beyond that, and its not so much about diane herself but about the fact that he let himself feel close to someone again after his fiancee died but for us, The Audience, watching this as it airs... we haven’t unlocked owen’s tragic backstory yet. and without knowing all that it just makes owen look really bad and like a huge fucking tool lmfao.

- NEVERMIND THE END IS GAY AND SAD AND Y’KNOW!!!!!! i am a man of simple pleasures, at heart, and so... i’ll let it slide. jack meeting his namesake knowing that he’s going to die and them having a moment is more of the kind of emotional content we would get in episodes of doctor who, and its Just Right

- in honesty, theres a bunch of stuff about this ep that i DO like. that tosh gets a prominant role for a change, while gwen gets to do fuck all. the whole Real Jack story. owen gets shot and pops a tit out at the end. its just unfortunate thats its all wrapped up in this rift thing thats been wheeled out last minute for a Big Season Finale with no real foreshadowing or build up to it at all lmao. but, moving on...............................................................................................

1x13 “end of days”

- RHYS BUNS DETECTED, A SOUND WAY TO KICK OFF ANY EPISODE

- lovely reading voice ianto’s got..... i also like owen acting up to make sure we know that they remember him being shot in the shoulder last episode lol.

- “owen, if you open the rift you’ll break it” (owen opens the rift anyway) “owen, you opening the rift broke it” (owen GASPS IN DISMAY, ME??? REALLY?) yes bitch open your ears

- “So are we going to sit around crying into our lattes or are we gonna do something about it?” OWEN..... IS THIS. SUPPOSED TO SOUND BADASS I.... GENUINELY CANT TELL? IT SOUNDS BAD, OWEN

- jack was so likeable last ep now he’s a DICK. gwen calls him out on how he talked to owen and he’s really fucking catty at HER for no reason at all????

- i haaaaaaaaate this scene in the hospital where a Mystery Illness has all the fucking symptoms of the bubonic plague but apparently every doctor in the entire hospital never did high school level history and are all incapable of recognising it. if fucking *i* know what symptoms of the bubonic plague are im sure they didn’t need Absolute Brain Genius Owen Harper who is seemingly the only person with any sense in cardiff to come in and diagnose it. i also hate how owen just like casually mentions to the doctor yep, this is caused by people falling through time dude yknow!!! like they do!! expect more of this to keep happening probably idk!!

- “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU OPENED THE RIFT WITH THIS MACHINE WE HAVE THAT’S FOR UHHHHHHHH UHHHHHHH OPENING THE RIFT *big fuck off galaxy brain*” thats basically this episode.

- i love that owen has followed jack all this time but NOW in a crisis is the time to actually lose it and start questioning his authority bc they dont Actually know who jack is like???? you’ve been fine not knowing this entire time before??? thats not to say that jack isn’t an entire dumbass himself. he expects them all to follow him blindly and its so creepy. he’s like a cult leader, and as they all have Torchwood Stockholm Syndrome that ive mentioned in previous episode run downs they’ve all just gone along with it.

- owen having a little cry on the way out is such a Good scene bc he puts on such a brave and defiant front tho 💕💖💘💕

- i dont know why the really quick flashback to diane flying off in the plane made me lose my fucking mind, its just like “LMAO IN CASE U FORGOT: SHE WAS THE PLANE LADY. I KNOW SHE WAS ONLY IN FOR LIKE TWO MINUTES, BUT DONT WORRY ABOUT IT.”

- gwen for fucks sake!!!!!!!! not again!!!!! after all the cryptic shit and lies she’s told rhys up until this point, she now knocks him out and locks him in a cell and STILL offers no explanation. this poor fucking dude!!!!!!!!! and it’s about to get even worse for him...

- the way gwen screams “RHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUURRRRRSSSSS”

- YES EVERYONE REBEL AGAINST JACK!!!!!!! FUCK THIS DUDE!!!! you’re doing what a creepy old dude who is Absolutely Definitely evil wants, but still

- why does gwen start doing shit on the computer when toshiko, the computer expert, is standing right there, like.............

- JACK TRYING TO SMACKTALK TO ENTIRE GANG LIKE HIS OWN CLOSET ISN’T CHOCKFUL OF FUCKING SKELETONS

- i forget, does anyone know jack’s immortal apart from gwen? or was it just the shock of owen actually Shooting Their Boss? the only onscreen death i can recall of his after suzie shot him was in “cyberwoman”

- god, minutes ago they were all like FUCK JACK!!!! JACK DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO SAVE US AFTER ALL!!! and now theyre all crawling back asking jack to save them all from cgi pig Ganon and its just..... a lot to happen, over the space of about half an hour.

- the ending is so anticlimatic and also why does sucking all the Yummy Life Energy out of jack make abaddon die?????????? Though in its defence... after like 3 bowls of cereal, i too am like OUCH OOF MY BONES

- aaaaaaaaaand rhys is back! will he get treated any better from here on out? i dont remember!!! guess we’ll see.

- bit much of gwen who’s actually known jack the shortest time of them all to be like NO, let ME be with him uwuwuwuuw

- ahhh!!! ianto smelling jack’s coat ;_;

- aaaand jack’s back too. AND HE GETS TO HOLD A CRYING OWEN? FOR ME? oh you shouldn’t have! this Almost makes up for all that rift plot bullshit (almost. i still know what u did.)

- ANDDDDD OH SHIT. FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE GOOD ENDING. HERE COMES THE TARDIS. FUCKING YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...............................and there it goes. one season down. sorry this one was so long!!! i love and appreciate anyone to takes the time to read these posts. thank u!!!!

#grand torchwood rewatch 2018 #LONG POST #i got mad abt plot shit A Lot during this finale

[lilaac-skyy]

I’m pretty unknown but WHO CARES!

Thanks to @thatonehuffledor for tagging me in his post. I’m not very well-known at the mo but I so rarely pass up an opportunity to talk about myself so let’s jump right in! :D 

Name: Beaney (it’s a nickname/ 50% of the dynamic duo: Tuck and Bean) 

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio 

Height: 5′7

Orientation: hetero...bi maybe...questioning...I personally don’t care for labels

Ethnicity/Nationality: White Canadian (first generation, my entire family hails from England) 

Favourite fruit: Noooooooooooooooooo. No. (I’m really more of a veggie girl, specifically sugar snap peas) 

Favourite Season: Spring or Fall

Favourite Book: Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell (it’s basically my biography)

Favourite Flower: Orchid <3

Favourite Scent: Library books, chocolate chip cookies in the oven, my grandmother’s lily of the valley perfume, petrichor ;) 

Favourite Animal: Otters!! (100% sure I’ll be reincarnated as an otter in my next life :3) 

Coffee, tea or hot cocoa: Hazelnut Latte (so halfway between coffee and cocoa)

Average sleep hours: It honestly depends on how busy I am and if I have anything due. It can seriously be anywhere between 2 and 12. 

Cat or dog person: CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT. *ahem* I really like cats. 

Favourite fictional character: James Potter is my #1 but I have so many favourites: Cath Avery, Levi, Lincoln (from Attachments), Hermione Granger, Fred and George, Hagrid, Lily, Sirius, Remus, Penelope Bunce, Baz Grimm-Pitch, the Eleventh Doctor (I’m also partial to Nine but I found Ten a tad overrated), Jack Harkness, Amy Pond, Rory Williams, Dean and Sam Winchester, Cas, Crowley, Bobby (*sobs*), oh god this could go on forever so Imma just stop there. 

Dream trip: I travelled a lot with my family when I was younger but I’d love to revisit some places like Paris (I lived there for a couple years) and honestly I’d like to see more of my home and native land like P.E.I (I’m a big Anne of Green Gables fan... well the play/musical version at least) ((Edit: I FORGOT HP WORLD!!! BLASPHEMY) 

Blog created: I think around 2011 maybe?? But I really didn’t start using it until fall 2016. 

Number of followers: 22 when I last checked. I’m pretty much always fracking for friendship so follow me, I follow back!! 

What do I post about: Harry Potter stuff (Marauders era mostly), some other random things but mainly HP rp stuff (Just started making gif sets myself and plan on really getting in to it :D)

Do I get asks on a regular basis: LOL not at all but I’m around if anyone ever wants to :) (please love me) 

Aesthetic: black converses, cat-eye sunglasses, bird tattoos, messy piles of books and journal pages, the Toronto skyline, “she who is brave is free” - Seneca (altered)  

Favourite band/artist: Marianas Trench 5ever!!!

Fictional characters I’d date: I love everyone, who wouldn’t I date??? (*blush* a lot of people actually now that I think about it but nevertheless) Levi, Jack Harkness, Dean Winchester, pretty much anyone Bex Taylor-Klaus has played. 

Hogwarts house: GRYFFINDOR!! (Most of the time I think my behaviour is more Hufflepuff but I find the houses more aspirational than anything else and I definitely align more with the Gryffindor mentality) 

((I’m just going to tag 2 people I know well and really want to see do this, but I hope so many more people see this and want to join in! @cities-alive @gracelingwithpoisewithoutgrace))