Ninth Doctor is such an inspiring character, though. For real. Just as you've said, the contrast between his birth (the Time War) and his death (for a woman he loved) is what we'd call a mind-blowing character growth. Also, it's just...so crazy (in a good way) how the person who was broken entirely by the events that weren't up to him and thought it his fault, who was depressed, and alone, and oh so lost, had the strength and the desire to be kind and to help others. Oh my stars, oh my stars, how wonderful that is? How sweet? How inspiring and how very kind and... humane of him? I know, I know, he wasn't human, he never was, but Nine is just so...considerate? Thoughtful? Forgiving? Optimistic and so selfless until the very end? Hold on, hold on, my heart's feeling funny, and so does my mind and my soul, how can a character like this exist...such a burdened, hurt soul, yet he continued to reach out and shine light and hope on the lives of others........and he loved fully, even though he hid it so well, and he lived day after day without thinking about tomorrow and what would be and what wouldn't, and isn't that how we all want to live our lives? To live today and now, and this right moment without worrying about the future, and that what Nine did, and boy, do I love him all the more for that. He's such a role model for me. To be this kind. This helpful. To find every being, no matter how common or lowly, important and deserving of every comfort and respect. To be happy in the moment, and to thank the universe for it.
Abbey, you've opened something inside of me with that post of yours, Nine is just so precious to me...my dear, darling alien of a man ❤️
SASHA!!!!! EVERYTHING YOU'RE SAYING IS JUST!!!! so good and true and i think there's so much power in a character who has seen the worst the universe has to offer and who still can see that every rotten bit of it is worth saving—not just once, but over and over, as an unending task that in itself makes life worth living!!!!! i just—
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“Don't you hate her?”
Furina turned, eyebrows raised in confusion. “Huh?”
“Your creator. Don't you hate her?”
The girl pondered a moment, looking unsure. “I..don't know.”
“You should,” he asserted. “All this time you had to suffer alone, for what?? People who didn't even care about the real you?? People who were ungrateful and selfish and only cared about themselves, at the end of the day??”
“Not everyone is like that,” Furina protested, shaking her head slowly. “I ..did suffer, but it all worked out in the end. Besides, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her-”
“The same could be said for my mother,” Wanderer interrupted, eyes flashing. “I came into being because of her, but that doesn't make her a good person, or a good parent. She hurt me. These two facts can coexist. Focalors created you, yes, but she also subjected you to 500 years of suffering where you couldn't confide in ANYONE or risk losing everything. Wasn't that awful?? Wasn't it a horrible time? You were all alone living on a hope and a prayer, and if it went wrong, it would have been all for nothing. You were a means to an end, and what do you have to show for it? Sure, everybody was saved and all was well, but now you're just - a person, and people hate you for what you did, people hate you for what you DIDN'T do. Was it worth it?? Are you satisfied?”
“I am,” she nodded, after a beat. “Because, this is what I was created to do. And, I'm free now. I don't know what I'm going to do, but at least my life is mine. I can do whatever I want. I can live.” Wanderer's jaw clenched, and Furina frowned, nervously. “..why are you so angry?”
“Because SOMEONE has to be!” he shouted, voice cracking. “I mean- I heard about the trial, they were gonna kill you- they lured you there because you wouldn't talk, right? And then after everything, did anyone apologize to you or- praise you, for all the hell you went through? Anything??”
“.. Neuvillette is taking care of me.”
The pain on Wanderer's face was almost palpable, at that.
“..anything else?”
“.. it's fine," she tried to appease. "It's not like I serve any purpose anymore. Like I said, I did what I was created to, so I'm not of any use and-”
“Stop.”
“..what?”
“STOP- talking like that,” Wanderer snapped, eyes suspiciously glossy. She sounded so much like him, who he used to be, and it hurt so badly.
A blank sheet of paper has infinite potential, but it is nothing as long as it is empty, he'd said, a good while ago. He'd been wrong about himself, and Furina was wrong now.
“You're not just - what you were made for. You don't - what happened to you is wrong. You're not DISPOSABLE now that everything is over.”
“It- it was for everyone's sake, compared to my suffering, it's obvious what's more important! I had to save them! It’s what I was born for! It doesn't matter -”
“It DOES,” he yelled, eyes glowing an almost neon icy blue, and she startled. “Stop acting like your suffering was something that was necessary. Stop acting like it was just for the greater good. That doesn't matter! The fact of the matter is that you suffered, and you were hurt, and you're STILL hurting! And- barely anybody is there for you..your creator, she should have been there for you, she should have protected you, but she didn't. She didn't. And you - you have every right to be angry with her, for not being there for you. For you being unable to live, until now. It was wrong, even if it was, as she claimed, for the greater good. Don't defend her.”
"She loved me-"
"And she left you, so not enough."
Just like my mother ..
“...Wanderer,” Furina ventured, worry all over her face.
“What?”
“You're crying…”
..oh. He hadn't even noticed, but his cheeks WERE wet, and he put a hand to one with a start, quickly scrubbing at his face. “Ah-” and he pulled his hat over his face, to hide it.
“..it was a lot. I often wondered when everything would end. I wanted, to tell someone so badly what was going on,” Furina admitted, and Wanderer looked up, eyes red from weeping. “There were a lot of times I didn't think I was going to make it, but. But I did, and, and everything was okay.”
“But are you?”
There was a long pause, and the two of them stared at each other until Furina slowly shook her head no, hot tears streaming down her cheeks.
“See? You're - we're both so messed up, from everything, and no one was there,” Wanderer almost whispered, looking out the window. "No one was there to help. ..You're strong as hell, I'll give you that. If I was in your shoes, I don't know if I would have made it. It seems people are stronger than I've given them credit for..”
It was something that surprised him, again and again.
“I just don't understand why you care..”
“.. I don't know why I do,” he shrugged. “Maybe because you remind me of myself, and. It hurts, looking at you and feeling like I'm looking in the mirror. But someone has to be in your corner and -”
“And you want to do that?”
A pause.
“..Well, if you don't stand up for you, no telling who will.”
“You don't have to cry over me. I'm -”
“If you say you're not worth it, I am going to bodyslam you,” Wanderer growled, eyes flashing, and Furina put up her hands.
“I wasn't going to! I was going to say that I will be okay. Not now, but. Eventually. I'm healing. I promise. There's people who care, like you.”
Wanderer fell silent then, looking away, and she reached out and squeezed his hand. “Thank you. I'm still wrestling with - with what I want to do and where I'll go but. It's nice to know that I'm valued just for existing.”
“That's all you need to be valued,” he muttered, looking to the floor. “You don't have to prove the worth of your existence. It's fine to just be.”
“..are you talking to yourself, or me?”
He looked to her then, expression unreadable, and she smiled sadly, in understanding. “Both is good. It's okay to just be. We're here, and we'll be okay.”
“Yeah,” Wanderer whispered, giving a shaky breath. “..we will."
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SCREAMSSS YESSS I think the only way he’d be able to communicate his feelings for you would be between the insufferable practice sessions you have… you both have a big concert coming up and you’re seeing him more than just weekly to practice your new routine to perfection, so its unfortunately harder to avoid him because you can’t, you have to stick around because you need his feedback so you can work together in sync!! And while you’re so annoyed about it at first… you start to warm up to him the slightest. Its just.. something about the way he’s so passionate in everything he does, when he criticises your latest sheet for the song and takes apart each note, saying why some work and some wouldn’t, he’s just so honest and raw in the way he works and it gets to you? It somehow inspires you and annoyingly makes you want to do better for him!!! You hate him!! But want to please him so bad!! Bc as annoying as he is… he’s a wonderful musician, a prodigy even
AND AAAAAA HIM INVITING YOU ONE TIME AFTER FOR DINNER bc one thing led to another while you were working and it’s?? 7pm??? So he’s apologising for keeping you out so late and insists he takes you out to eat, after-all it’s his fault for not being able to settle for the tune you composed until it was perfect down to the very last note… and he hates having debts!! So he takes you out, and it frustrates you somehow even more?? Because you can distract yourself from him when all you have to think about is music, but now with him sitting less than 2 feet away from you, raising his hand for a waiter and ordering food…. You’re forced to really see him. His face, his hands and the way they clearly look like a worked musicians hands, the way his voice sounds when he’s speaking to strangers, and now you’re more annoyed!! In a different way!! Because he will just not!!! Leave!! Your mind!!!
MENDJDH SORRY FOR RAMBLING I HAD THE BIGGEST CLASSICAL MUSIC PHASE AT SOME POINT AND NOW ITS ALL JUST RESURFACING
(cello bakugo au tag here!)
NONONO don't be sorry, i'm really glad actually cuz here u are adding all the substance and accuracy for me!! it's truly allowing me to live out my 6th grade romance novel dreams sdlfadsklaa;dsjf...
BUT YES UGH, you swear if it weren't for the recitals you wouldn't be anywhere NEAR him in your spare time, but... there's something about seeing him outside of normal performance/practice circumstances that has you a little less frustrated, a little more willing to work at things.
Maybe it's the casual jeans and flannel he shows up to the studio in rather than the slacks and button-up you're so used to? The bags under his eyes and unbrushed hair proving he's only human, just like you? his sudden need for (unsweetened, damnit!) lattes and all the phone calls he gets from his own instructor (aizawa) yelling at him about this and that (and remember to dry clean your silks..... and be on your best behavior because eri is coming, too).
it's like.... who has he become? where did the REAL bakugo go???
AND THEN HAVING THIS REALIZATION AT THE DINNER, TOO... where's he's acting like a proper gentleman and ur suddenly aware of just how much you actually look like a couple alongside everything else, too??? it's would def not be the first time people have asked if you're together (even if now you wouldn't really know what to say)... but it's just so AHHH to be faced with because you've been trying so, SO hard to deny it. i'm crying :(((
(and yes he orders a dessert for you to share and that just makes things WORSE)... GOD. i'm sick. i'm SICK!!!!!!
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