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youcouldmakealife · 2 years

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YCMAL Superlatives Write-ins (Pt 6)

And the final round of write-ins! Coming soon: the Finals, in which the top four characters from each category duke it out for bragging rights/cones of shame.

Most Chill:

Chill dad Dan

Oleg, I feel after all this time, nothing rattles him

Gabe, ever the calm and rational one

My main man Kiro (though in truth probably Gabe)

Ulf. I don't like him but I've gotta give this to him

Kiro. Treating everything as a joke helps.

none of them. not even Gabe

Roman but only because of therapy.

Sandro has never been stressed a day in his life

Dan. So resolute in his laid back approach to life, even in the face of Marc's pamphlets.

I have a feeling it's Georgie...

I searched for who Liam would be annoyed at for not giving him a satisfactory reaction, and I came up with Gabe

None of them? I choose none of them

Jake - at least until he realize David would ditch him for patatas bravas.

Mike "I'm so chill I don't even know how the fuck I ended up in a relationship (not that I'm admitting it is a relationship, Liam)" Brouwer

Most chill being +1 chill, Roman

Gabe???? Literally who in this series is even a little chill

Dima Kurmazov (chaotic but chill - like his reaction to seeing Gabe & Stephen? Chillest guy)

Gabe. reliable Gabe. unless there are zucchini latkes

Grace could (and maybe will) run the world

Gabe Markson, coincidentally stuck with Stephen and Jared, the least chill people on earth

Dan Riley! He puts up with so many shenanigans inc Marc/Ulf/Jaya ..Derek/Andy…give the man a medal ffs

Possesses Zero Chill:

*laughs hysterically*

Harry Chalmers. 0 chill about anything ever.

Pretty sure ‘Bryce’ and ‘chill’ are antonyms

Stephen. Jared. David. Dave. Jake (sometimes fakes it better, but Joe knows.) Marc. Charlie. It's a crowded field, is what I'm saying.

Everyone apart from Kiro.

Most folks will nominate Robbie, but I'd also like to put up Luke before his final break with Nikita

Jared "how dare you chirp ME" Matheson

Stephen-no chill ever existed in his body

Dave. But it's not his fault. His clients have no mercy on his stomach lining.

Playoff Willy, any other answer is simply unacceptable

Adam❤️

billion-way tie for everyone else??? but i'm gonna say Dave (and his ulcers)

None of these people have chill, but I'll say Liam because his dedication scares me

David Chapman thinks chill is something you do in a freezer

Harry Chalmers- he was ready to throw hands with a puppy just cause he was jealous of her owner, -1000000/10 chill

Bryce. No chill at all ever for the beautiful light of his life.

Like... 99% of them? Gonna go with Playoff WIlly though. Regular Willy also has negative chill but at least hides it better.

So many choices, but I'm going with Harry Chalmers (it's the ginger in him)

It's a tie between playoff Willy and Marc 'social justice warrior' Lapointe

how is it all of them? but also. Anton? in a very specific way

Stephen, Jared and Julius. AKA the bitchy hobgoblin triumvirate

Best kindergarten teacher:

Vinny has no discipline so… Gabe?

OMG JOEY. I don't know why I just want to see Massive Man Child interact with Tiny Child Children

Other than the canonical first grade teacher? Has to be Vinny.

Vinny. He'd have 30 toddlers eating out of the palm of his hand.

Vinny! All the baby goalies would agree!

Evan Connelly could you imagine that hulk with tiny children. My god I would die.

Vinny, as long as the kids only need to learn about dinosaurs.

Vinny is every child's best friend (myself included)

Andy — he is an educator and a jungle gym

Gabe - he's great with kids, but not a pushover. And he'd totally be down for coloring.

Jake. Or is he just a kindergarten student?

yvette on account of being a teacher and being able to interact with kids as an authority and not as a fun friend (looking at you derek carruthers)

Vinny!! But also Bryce. Bryce can be Vinny's aide

Willy's done pretty well with the de-aged Scouts...

scratch would be awesome at it? except also he would have zero discipline

Bryce please write this AU, Jared is a cranky divorced dad

Perversely, I think it might be Luke Morris?

Best assassin:

I’d say mike but he’s too obviously threatening… lmao maybe Erin, I think she could kill a dude

Trigger. My boy is a little bloodthirsty.

Stephen (actual assassin and character assassin)

You'd think a meanie, but it needs to be someone with a very cool level head. Adam. Or Oleg Kurmazov.

The OG kindergarten/assassin couple: Anton (with Vinny the kindergarten teacher obvs

Stephen. He knows 32 ways to kill a man and leave no trace.

Devon Crane. He'd get the job done with his eyes alone.

Luke all that quietly controlled rage he harnesses to destroy opponents. He would kill, would be good at it, no mercy, no remorse.

Willy can do anything and everything he sets his mind to, up to and including assassination

Who's to say that's not Cranes main job

This category is just Victor and Crane having a terrifying duel. Pray they don't form an alliance.

Adam Rousseau, he possesses the brain and the skills and the demeanor of one

Val, of whom only Harry is (correctly) suspicious

anton wishes (but it's actually his mom)

None of these idiots actually possess the subtlety necessary to be a good assassin

Jared, only because he genuinely dislikes most people besides his sunshine husband and hobgoblin bestie

Stephen, master at finding his target's soft underbelly.

Julius. It's the arsenic, man

Devon Crane. Trigger except those long limbs stick out in a crowd too much.

Trigger? Just pick a goalie and you get a good one, or Julius.

Slava. Possibly really?

Julius could get away with some shit, I think.

I'm going to go dark horse here and say Erin Matheson

Victor "Spider" Kjeldsen, Former Rookie Detective

David. That focus and understated elegance? Please.

Volkie- he is the sneakiest of the Russian mafia

Stephen Petersen would be on the most wanted list in another universe. And no one would ever be able to catch him

Stephen if it’s poison

Mike Brouwer- kills you with his eyes. Also Bryce when someone harms a hair on Jared’s head.

Most disgustingly in love couple:

Bryce and Jared would literally make me gag if I knew them in real life

ScratchMoney. They proposed at the SAME TIME in front of OTHER PEOPLE with their CUP RINGS.

Jared and Bryce "can't be in the same room without people figuring out that they're head over heels with each other" Marcus-Matheson

Bryce and Jared "We are stealthy" Marcus-Matheson

Bryce and Jared. You'd have to be to put up with either of them

Bryce & Jared Marcus-Matheson, aka That Couple

another billion way tie that Seb thinks he's winning (but based on wordcount alone bryce marcus is actually coming out on top😉

Mike/Liam- they complete each other in the best ways

Jared and Bryce come close, but Marc and Dan are still the Gold Standard here.

Jared and Bryce. Say what you will about ScratchnMoney, as far as we know they've never had a "no YOU hang up" conversation in front of other people

Bryce and Jared, Derek tries but Andy isn't giving him enough backup.

Bryce and Jared. Bryce is just gross.

Bryce and Jared for those who Know. Scratch&Money for everyone they see

I feel it's David/Jake but I am biased - anyway, just the fact that they are a couple means that David is disgustingly into it, into Jake. And Jake 'pining for almost a decade' Lourdes without ever stopping?? Please. They are so in love it makes me sick with joy.

J&BJ sorry ScratchnMoney you don’t have tattoos (yet)

Has Joey mentioned that he and Scratch are ENGAGED????

The Marcus-Mathesons. Literally a high school romcom

Most under the radar couple:

ScratchnMoney only because nothing changed not at all because they’re under the radar

erm... Jake and David? Purely by force of will on David's behalf alone

David and Jake. They are also disgustingly in love, but they do fly under the radar outside of a select group.

Hank and Jordan. Both because of profession and temperament.

Luke and Andreas, Dave didn’t even know

Mike and Liam. Even Mike's not sure they're a couple.

Aaron and Matt, which is to say I miss them so much Taylor. Taylor I miss them SO MUCH

adam and cal just cracking beers and huntin' deers

Maybe Andy and Derek because their couple behavior, while full of nonsense, is IDENTICAL to their pre-relationship behavior

Gabe and Stephen - apparently they give off a "brotherly" vibe without even trying....

Mike and Liam, even with many classes of Rookie Detectives on the case.

Gabe and Stephen. I just want to see mushy Stephen okay!!

David wishes it was him but PINING. So it’s Gabe and Stephen.

Roman/Evan/Harry. They are saying Nothing

Not to keep pulling from the scouts, but Owen and Willy literally had an Entire Thing going on and barely anyone noticed.

Mike and Liam, if Mike has anything to say about it

Luke/Andreas - I bet their couple dynamic is amazing, but we wouldn't know, because they're professionals

Most long suffering wingman/bystander:

Joe. No one but Joe can be the answer here.

Oh Raf. What you had to go through….

Joe. Poor man should have his suffering recognized

Raf. Always Raf. He suffered Bryce and Jared. He has to suffer David and Jake.

Victor Holm put up with too much to not be the obvious answer

Poor Joe. He suffered so much and can complain to so few people about it.

i just think chaz and joe would have a lot to talk about

Mike deserves bystander status after having to listen to Liam's North Stars shenanigans

Darryl Rogers and Dave Summers tie for both being the exact definition of long suffering bystander

Probably Marc with his pamphlets

Canonically, Tate Williams, but only because his friends are actual dumbasses

Chaz and Raf think it's a two-way competition, but this prize is all Elliot's. (Sorry, Joe!)

Everyone? Raf "I was just here for a hockey camp" Sanchez, Darryl "let me take in a rookie" Rogers, Playoff Willy and his bloodlust, VAL

Chaz, mostly because he got it from both ends (heyo!)

willy. its fucking painful. get your shit together guys, damn.

Either Trigger or Marc in response to 90% of Ulf's nonsense

David/Jake does not deserve Joe Forster and Joe Forster does not deserve David/Jake

Literally every captain or alternate in the league: Joe, Rogers, Oleg, Quincy etc. With great power comes great responsibility

Most enthusiastic wingman/shipper on deck:

Liam, despite their repeated efforts to dissuade him

Gally. But he's so, so bad at it.

Kiro. Davidson deserves to be happy.

Gally would like a word and shout "ME"

Vinny, for Sandro/Sylvie

Liam will commit felonies to make his ot3 happen!

Does Seb count if the couple he ships is himself and Si?

Liam upgraded from wingman to kidnapper so he wins this prize along with his felony.

i just know and perceive that the Petersen sisters wanted Stephen to lock Gabe down since junior high

Liam is the epitome of the enthusiastic (if unwanted) wingman

Matty for Robbie and Happiness

Liam, but only because he is always horny and wants other people to also be horny

I just know the Rileys manifested Dan/Marc into existence

Liam (I committed felonies for Threesome Love!) vs Chaz (SEVEN DRAFTS OF WEDDING VOWS). Gotta give it to Chaz. And Ash, dammit.

Jessica/Gritty, somehow still more "two separate entities" than ScratchnMoney.

Tate Williams out of desperation

Chaz Rossi - the way he actually took Bryce aside and told him to stop behaving like an asshole and actually improved his and Jared's life?? Legend stuff. Absolutely the most meaningful shipper gesture, if understated.

The entire Scouts roster other than scratch and money

Willy - but not playoff Willy

Gally and the parent trap

Most enthusiastic while pretending he’s not? That would be Stephen.

Your personal favourite character:

David Chapman. Boy tries so hard.

Thomas Vincent!!!!!!!!!! Not only the asexual representation I so desperately crave but he is also my best friend

Gabe. He is the perfect son. Most caring and clearly would give the best cuddles.

David (though both James AND holden are sneaking up)

Crane. I find his murder eyes alarmingly alluring

Don't do this to me. It's Adam, but don't make me /say/ it.

My disaster ginger son with a praise kink, Harry Chalmers

This answer may change in 10 minutes. But right now, Jared.

Ahhh so many! Being autistic, I identify with the ND characters, and so David is my fave because I relate to him so much. But for pure enjoyment, I love Joey, the sweet, dumb, introverted tweedle.

Any of the goalies, really. Except Connors. We don't speak of him.

Willy. I feel like I need to talk to my therapist after reading why he feels like he can’t be in a relationship ????

Aaaaaaa it used to be David but it really might be Joey or Willy now. I just love them all so much.

Stephen, no question. I talk to him in my head sometimes, he has such good sarcastic advice.

Jared, the snark, the personal growth, the lack of perspective, the eyelashes

Gabriel “number 53 for the Canucks” Markson

The ‘I can’t pick--okay yes I can’ votes:

Sorry. Unable to answer. There’s too many. It’s Mike.

Not fair. I hate this. It changes! Rn it’s Stephen though I GUESS. I’m mad.

5. I can't 4. rank them, 3. I love them 2. all equally. 1. David

Too hard…Bryce Marcus

And then the ballot scratches:

I can't choose just one😞

this is TOO HARD

Personal favourite couple/throuple:

<le sigh> Bringing out the eenies and the meenies again….. Jared and Bryce. They make each other better people.

Oh, come on. Do I have to? Most re-read: Bryce and Jared. Most emotionally invested: Liam and Mike. Most happy they got (back) together: David and Jake

Sebastien and Simon - childhood besties, pining, obliviousness - I re-read their stories so often!

Jake and David are so good together and they grow so much as people and I love them

Robbie/Georgie 'they fell in love with each other's hockey first'

David and Jake to read about, Kiro and Emily if I got to meet them.

Moral Support Pioneers Vinny and Tony

Og marc and dan stan

Gah, why must I choose only one?!? Alright, alright, David and Jake. I love seeing the Canadian hockey robot become a real boy.

ScratchnMoney because they're so kind and so nice to each other and so so dumb at the same time

Gabe and Stephen. I desperately want a mini-extension of their story beyond being side characters to Bryce/Jared.

Mike and Liam (I would like to tell you that my phone just tried to change Liam into "Liability" and that's honestly just very accurate

Bryce and Jared. They are my emotional support children okay

I just really want Sven/Yvette/Gérard to live happily ever after and Georgie to undo what he did to Robbie

David/Jake. That’s some deep love man.

The torn:

David and Jake. Or Mike and Liam. Or Dan and Marc. Look - I suck at making decisions OK?

ScratchnMoney AND Anton/Vinny (please don't make me choose)

LIAM AND MIKE, also I’d die for Roman/Harry/Connie

No. Shut up. How dare, how very dare. U G H Vinny/Anton is very important to me and Jared/Bryce is a delight BUT I GUESS Roman/Harry/Evan hits different. This sucks.

I'm torn between David/Jake and Jared/Bryce. So obviously, I really mean Gabe and Stephen. What..?

Similarly difficult, but Gabe/Stephen, but also scratchnmoney, but also Liam/mike

Gabe and Stephen- they travel so far into others lives. And for so long. Followed closely by ScratchMoney, JaredBryce,DavidJake.

And finally...how dare you come for me like this so accurately:

Jared/Bryce has really grown on me over the last 27 years

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miraculouscontent · 3 years

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Didn’t Need Burrow (April 11th-16th)

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: After the Truth episode occurs, Luka will either not appear nor be talked about(not even by Marinette, Juleka, Sass, or Anarka) at all, or, if he does appear, he'll avoid Marinette like the Black Plague. Guess who's fault it'll be(Kagami will still appear and be on good terms with Adrien, though, since anything that makes Marinette happy needs to be either ruined or gotten rid of, while anything that makes her miserable needs to stay around just to be rubbed into her face.).

I s2g if they have Adrien and Kagami patch things up immediately just to make Marinette feel awkward--

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: The idea that Nino's hat is a keepsake from his late brother comes up during an episode where it inevitably gets damaged and/or destroyed. Marinette is somehow responsible/blamed for this, and/or is forced to try and repair it regardless of feasibility, while being guilt-tripped/ridden every inch of the way. Bonus points for Adrien making some clueless comment about buying a replacement and STILL being treated as more empathetic to Nino's feelings even while ignoring them.

“Bonus” if everyone pressures her over the hat, which eventually leads to Marinette realizes that it can’t be fixed to be the exact same way, so she hides it and lies about it, leading to the episode blaming her for hiding things from her “totally understanding friends” (who are suddenly “totally understanding” and are only upset that she lied to them/”thought so lowly of them”) instead of her friends for making her feel like she had to be perfect.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: A Sleeping Beauty-inspired akuma will ensnare Ladybug, 'forcing' Chat Noir to kiss her awake. While Adrien/Chat naturally claims that he would 'never take advantage of his lady', he is openly gleeful at the prospect and taunts her afterwards, complete with a call back to Oblivio as he tells her to 'check the LadyBlog' to find out what happened. Her dismay over this is played entirely for laughs.

*flashbacks to the “jokes” in “Prime Queen”*

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Just like in countless Salt Fics, Alya will get upset at Ladybug for claiming that it's 'too dangerous' for her to be Rena Rouge anymore after Miracle Queen. Regardless of what she does/how she lashes out, Marinette will be held 100% responsible for the fallout, with Su-Han criticizing her for selecting Alya/the others in the first place AND for 'allowing' their identities to be exposed.

That’s what you get for trusting people, Marinette (apparently).

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Alya will expose more Miraculous-related secrets on the LadyBlog, such as posting the identities of the heroes who were 'already outed' by Miracle Queen. Marinette will be blamed for this, with Su-Han reading her the riot act for every single choice she's made.

And also, Alya will get no flack for this because “she’s a journalist!! she’s just doing what she’s supposed to do!”

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: After spending most of the season taking the piss out of Marinette at every available opportunity, Su-Han will start warming up to her just in time to be taken out of the equation by something like Alya posting another 'big scoop' on her blog revealing his existence to the villains. Marinette will be left with even less support and all of the guilt, while Alya learns absolutely nothing from the experience because why would she?

Considering “Truth,” I just automatically presume that characters who support Marinette lovingly/unconditionally will either be abused or kicked to the curb.

Anonymous said:

Don't need Burrow: "Queen Banana" will be like typical episode with Chloe akumatization. 90% Chloe drama and angst, 10% akumatized Chloe (and probably 0% sense)

Show, I’m begging you, just let this character’s focus die already. We are SO tired...

Anonymous said:

didnt need burrow: the show ends with hawkmoth (now shadowmoth i guess) being defeated, heavy implications that the LS will be canon, but no solid proof, any other plot holes disappear in the cheery end music and all fans are left annoyed at the open ending filled with plot holes (bonus: That Guy says smin like "you would know if you watched carefully" to anyone that asks wtf happened)

Fun for us love square salters at least so there’s that? :P

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Trixx wants to return to Alya despite the danger/her past exposure, and ignores Marinette's concerns, leaving/reuniting with Alya over her protests. This is either played as 'It's fine, and Marinette should have trusted Alya more' or 'It's not fine, and it's all Marinette's fault for trusting Alya in the first place and letting Trixx get so attached'. Or both.

Astruc would totally use the opportunity to brag about the whole, “She’s already taken!” line in “Truth” being foreshadowing.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Bunnix reveals that there is an alternate, 'better' future in which Lila never worked with Hawkmoth and became a heroine instead. The turning point was, naturally, that Ladybug never called her out for lying/stealing from Adrien. (Possibly because Adrien never snooped in the safe in this timeline, yet it's still depicted as Marinette's fault.) May couple with confirming she's the future Hawkmoth and that it's all Mari's fault the heroes are still fighting her years later.

Which means that Chat makes the “reversible” mistakes (i.e: Cataclysming Bunnyx’s miraculous) while Ladybug makes the “permanent” ones.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette/Ladybug will get accused of being a selfish glory hound who needs to learn how to share the credit and 'be a team player'... after Adrien/Chat slacks off during a fight and refuses to help. Bonus points if this is tied into the exposed heroes' predicament somehow, implying that the REAL reason she won't give them 'their' Miraculi back is that she's selfish/short-sighted/not good at working with others/insert other bullshit excuse here.

T_T

I’m so tired.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette will do something unbelievably selfless and self-sacrificing, only to promptly be slammed by the narrative and treated as though her decision was incredibly selfish.

Honestly you could just ad lib that.

“Marinette will do [something positive], only to promptly be slammed by the narrative and treated as though her decision was [negative].”

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Su-Han will pressure, belittle and berate Marinette until she breaks and agrees to give up being Ladybug/the Guardian. This is naturally treated as the worst thing she could possibly do, with everyone (including Su-Han) ripping into her for it. There is no equivalent of Plagg's 'I've had many holders, but nobody can replace you, Adrien' shilling, beyond Marinette being informed that she MUST continue and deal with her many inadequacies by becoming BETTER. She has no choice.

“You’re the worst Ladybug!”

“Okay I’ll stop being Ladybug.”

“HOW DARE YOU”

“?!?!?!”

Anonymous said:

Don’t need Burrow to know that the writers will retcon Marinette allowing Adrien to BORROW her lucky charm so that Marinette actually GAVE it to him instead.

Bonus: of course, the birthday scarf issue/secret is never addressed. RIP in piece, Marinette gift number xxx0

Technically, this has already happened even back in “Befana,” so I don’t count it. Adrien has said that Marinette gave him that lucky charm forever.

Definitely adding that scarf one though.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: We get Love Square scenes (shipping fuel) in the next episode (even though Maribug and Adrichat just broke up with Luka and Kagami).

I mean, we got love square shipping fuel in the Adrimi and Lukanette episodes, so :|

I’ve just come to expect inappropriate timing at this point.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: In a future episode Chat Noir will be even worse than he was in Lies and still be portrayed sympathetically. I don't know how you can get that low, but I have faith that the writers will be able to pull it off and that's not a good thing

“I don't know how you can get that low“

they’ll find a way, I’m sure

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Kagami will become an antagonist/team up with Shadow Moth post-Adrimi breakup for the plot twist "the main villain has been in the show all along." ((This is based on the end card for Lies. I really hope they don't do this because Kagami is one of the only reasons I'm still watching the show.))

I’d only be here for that if her endgoal is getting Luka and Marinette as far away from the plot as possible.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: We STILL don't know how the Peacock Miraculous got damaged and how Emilie Agreste fell sick. Bonus points, we find out in the season/series finale or on social media.

Double bonus if Astruc claims that the decision is good and they did it on purpose (probably to keep people talking).

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: Zoe debuts as the new Bee holder on the same episode Chloé is akumatized.

I’m 100% expecting Chloe to be salty at all the adoration that Zoe gets.

Anonymous said:

Didn't Need Burrow: if Adrien is ever in the wrong about something, it will only be for about five minutes and it will ultimately be blamed on Marinette.

Marinette: *breathes*

writers: Yes! Something we can blame on her!

Anonymous said:

Didn't need burrow: The relationship between the Couffaines and Jagged will not be explored. They might perform a song together and that's all, Luka forgives Jagged for abandoning him (his daddy issues just magically disappear so he doesn't bring it up anymore) while Juleka doesn't interact with Jagged at all

I’m torn between, “Luka will basically never appear again,” and, “Luka will suddenly appear much more often now that he’s no longer a ‘threat’ to the love square (Marinette didn’t break up with him because of Adrien but sure).”

Anonymous said:

Didn't need Burrow: "Gabriel Agreste" will be all about how he's not really evil just misunderstood. He had a lonely childhood or some garbage and we should feel totally sad for him you guys.

wow i hate it

#Didn't Need Burrow

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yakumtsaki · 3 years

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Cyneswith rolls the want to dine out with her Methuselahian boy-toy and I’m hoping we can knock this love out during this date so we never have to see him again. Naturally the road to 20 simultaneous lovers is gonna have some duds, but did we really have to start with one?? Between Cyn’s gray hair turn on and Shajar’s fitness/fatness ones the chemistry mechanic is ruining my life this generation.

Yea that’s great, CADP, here’s an even more appropriate green face: 🤢🤢🤢

-I don’t get paid enough for this shit.

Random Waiter sweetie, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry we’re romancing this old bitch in front of you, oh my god.

Mercifully CADP wastes no time falling in love with Cyneswith after this public woohoo witnessed by every townie within a 20 mile radius, and the date is a stunning success:

LMAO. Watch Cyneswith become a pillar of the community thanks to publicly banging the elderly, she truly can do no wrong. No wonder she’s the only child Jojo acknowledges.

Beyond over for Don.

Cyneswith returns home in the glowing triumph of her platinum plumbob. She literally hasn’t even made it to the front door yet-

-and CADP calls to ask her out again! Man, these drama professors are relentless, remember how half-alien prof stalked Gunther? Did this guy even go home or is he calling us right from the diner where we left him?? Whatever the case, hardest ‘Stay Here’ ever pressed, grandpa.

-But I wanna go out with him again! 🌸

Yea well we don’t have time to be systematically dating these flops, Cyn, if you wanted in depth affairs you should have rolled a different LTW.

NICE. Another fine addition to our yard of wonders! We’re still not dating you, CADP, but when we’re throwing ragers on this thing, we’ll be thinking of you with some nostalgia and a lot of disgust.

With Cyneswith platinum for the foreseeable future, I take a look at how everyone else is doing to ensure there aren’t any aspiration failures lurking. Ti-Ning and Frances are ultra-loved up and doing great-

-Angel rolls the want to get engaged to Wulf as well as the want TO INVITE OVER GUNTHER AKA HER TEENAGE FLING FROM 30 YEARS AGO, FFS ANGEL-

-and Don.. well he’s seen better days. The sad ‘go on a date’ want is killing me, I’ve considered it a given so far that he’s endgame for Cyn but they haven’t been interacting much lately, we’ll see how it goes, it might legit be over him.

The semester ends and with it Sophie’s insane 0 studying A+ streak, which is understandable since she literally almost died. Proud of Wulf and Don for bringing their grades up since they were both doing terribly, Don especially was flirting with academic probation last semester. I guess once your gf is no longer distracting you because she’s too busy cheating on you, you start hitting the books.

It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life.. and Sophie autonomously goes to gossip with Shajar!!! I was so shocked I unironically took a screenshot of the little action queue window, but whatever, it’s a big deal!

-Hey Shajar, you know who’s an even bigger turbocuck than you?? Ti-Ning! God I can’t stand that loser.

-Haha couldn’t agree more, Sophie! 🖤 Not like I’d agree with anything you say, I have my own personality and opinions and everything!! Why are we talking about him like he’s not right here? I’m not questioning you, just curious! 🖤

-It’s my new bullying tactic!

-It’s great!

-Congratulations on your ever-evolving bullying techniques, Sophie! 🖤

-Congratulations on idolizing me! Maybe you’re only a cuck and not a turbocuck after all.

AAAAAAA THEY’RE PLAYING RED HANDS OMG OMG IS THIS FINALLY GONNA HAPPEN????

-Haha great punch, Sophie! I actually felt the nerve damage as it happened!

-Thanks, ever since my post-workout coma I’m stronger than ever!

OMG THEY FINALLY BECAME FRIENDS. Bro I still cannot believe Cyneswith not only befriended Sophie first but is LITERALLY BFFS WITH HER. UN.REAL. ANYWAY there’s only so much blue balling I can take from these two, it’s time to find out if there’s something there once and for all. But first, we need a slight adjustment so let’s head to the nearest mirror..

-OH BROTHER.

In the name of love, Shaj, come on!

-So, Sophie.. As I’m sure you can see, I’m blonde now. And I had to sign a contract promising I won’t sue for how terrible it makes me look, so I’m legally blonde. Now that that’s out of the way..

-..it’s Ti-Ning trashing time!

GODDAMMIT SHAJAR NO. NO MORE TI-NING TRASHING, NO MORE USELESS PLATONIC INTERACTIONS, IT’S GO TIME. Check her out, and let the chips fall where they may!!!

F I N A L L Y I L N L A A L N L I Y L L A N I F

OK. SO NOW WE KNOW. What you do from now on is up to you, first and last time I’m intervening but these two were driving me insane.

-And so after careful consideration, it became clear that blonde is truly my color!

-Are you sure, Shaj? Because when I saw you upstairs you were sobbing and doing vomiting motions in front of the mirror.

-Aw Angel, that’s not a very nice thing to say! Don’t worry sis, I love your new look! In fact, I’m so proud of the way you look I want you right there next to me when I meet potential lovers! 💗

NOW THAT’S WHAT I LIKE TO SEE. I mean I wish I wasn’t seeing Shajar’s terrible blonde hair but Sophie’s blondeness turn on forced my hand. But the rest of this pic is what I like to see!

Despite recent developments, Sophie remains elusive af but I’m not butting in anymore, I’m returning to my go with the flow playstyle. So Sophie once again leaves us dick in hand and goes inside to.. you guessed it, socialize with Cyneswith. Shajar follows suit.. and..

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SHAJAR. YOU FINALLY STEPPED UP. I guess there’s only so much cucking from Cyneswith one person can take!!! If Sophie rejects this I’m literally gonna die-

-HELL YES OMG FINALLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

CYNESWITH ARE YOU KIDDING ME. BRO. LITERALLY THE BIGGEST COCKBLOCK TO EVER LIVE

And Shajar is now in love with Sophie, whereas Sophie isn’t even best friends with her yet, oh Shaj.. Well whatever, you’ll get there (I hope). ACR gets right down to business, let’s ignore Sophie thinking of Cyneswith, istg..

Boy, that escalated quickly. I mean we literally went from first kiss ever to woohoo with 0 other interactions in between but after all those years of incelitude who can blame Shajar.

And it’s official!!! ❤️ I’ve been convinced these two belong together ever since they were teens but I was also convinced Gunther belonged with Melody/Daniel belonged with Brittany/Jojo belonged with Frances and we remember how all 3 of those went so only time will tell.

In the meantime let’s marvel at how uneven this burgeoning relationship is thanks to Shajar unilaterally obsessing over Sophie for half her teenhood. But she finally got her! An inspirational tale about never giving up on your dreams even when your dreams prefer your sister.

#gen 2 #ts2

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zoyastan · 3 years

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This is a long post but I'm typing it out on mobile and it's bothered me:

I know it's the nature of fandoms to talk about casting choices in adaptations.

But the discussion that's been had around Danielle as Nina is actually quite toxic and the people involved should probably do some reflection on why they felt the need to run a person, an actual human being, off socials for a while because you didn't like that she looked a certain way.

In the show, Nina looked similar to my body type, and I have NEVER seen that represented by a character that's canonically so powerful and knows her own self worth before. I think the cabin scene particularly showed this. The human experience contains a range in all characteristics.

I understand that people pictured Nina as bigger in the books. That's completely valid, and a view I think I'd agree with. But I personally think negative comments about an actor's appearance, particularly body type (where you're judging from a few photos on insta which is hardly ever accurate), should not be spread in a public space, as it's something we already have insecurity about.

They cast an actress who is actually bigger than the norm for main roles in big productions. She might not be as big as you imagine Nina, but I see it as progress for more diverse representation of body types in media. And often the problem with Tumblr "activism" now is that if something or someone isn't seen as perfect and without flaw by your criteria, they are awful, the absolute worst choice possible, the ruination of your beloved thing! Please, I'm begging you, use some critical thinking skills. Something can have flaws and not be perfect without being "cancelled" or take steps in different directions for representation that still makes progress, if they don't solve a systemic issue.

And even if the person they cast to play Nina was a size 0, (which, for the record, I would hate) that doesn't give you an excuse to make the actor feel shitty about themselves. You're arguing about a fictional character that hasn't been portrayed on screen before, and bullying a woman on the internet- I don't think our waffle queen would be too proud of you for that.

You don't know how Danielle might feel about her body. She's said when reading the books, she related to Nina's description a lot. She might not have been given traditional roles due to her slightly bigger body size. Imagine if she was told she's too big for roles and now, this mob of strangers on the internet are telling you you're too slim! It's not a case of slim or fat. Human existence covers a range in all things and actors should be able to show this.

How is you criticising HER on twitter changing anything? How is that not feeding into patriarchal values of a woman's body being the most important thing about her? All women (and people generally) are subjected to immense pressure from media and patriarchal norms regarding their bodies and it's not helpful to anyone to feed into that. Be annoyed at the people behind the show. Hell, be annoyed at Danielle for taking the role if you want, but you don't need to spread that opinion where she can see it and hurt her. Bitch in your group chats! Meet up with friends and discuss the pros and cons of different fandom stuff! But don't put it into the line of sight of the individual. Because how would you feel in her shoes?

Danielle said it herself in an interview: her portrayal of Nina doesn't take away how you see her in the books. Your Nina still exists. As does the Nina in everyone's heads. And the different Nina's we see in all the amazing Fan art this fandom creates. She is adding to the Nina's of the world, throwing her hat into the ring. Increasing the Nina-verse! Which is nothing but a good thing.

I'm not sure where this need to spread negativity directly to the object of your dislike comes from, whether it's younger fans or ones who lack maturity, or simply haven't thought how their actions affect others, but I'm of the opinion it needs to stop.

I've even seen people say, after seeing the show, agreeing that Danielle have a great performance as Nina but they still just don't like that Danielle was cast?! Honestly, Get a grip. If you can't treat other people with a basic level of respect, you have no place interacting with others.

I would apologize for the rant-y and lengthy nature of this, but it's something I've been upset by and I feel like I needed to get it out there.

Anyway, No Mourners

#this is basically a ramble #i jumped around a lot and there's a lot of different points that could be discussed on thekr own #shadow and bone netflix #six of crows #nina zenik #no mourners no funerals

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babbushka · 4 years

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Please read the whole thing ❤️

Hey everyone, Zannah here.

I’ve taken some time and stepped away from this platform after all the drama that happened a month or so ago, and in that time I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. Thank you all so much, for your kindness and support in allowing me to unplug for a little while, I really needed that break just for my own sanity. I hope that in this time, you all have been doing as well as you can in this very stressful year. I’d like to take this brief moment and thank my most dear friends who have been my rock. This experience has shown me that good friends, truthful friends, are hard to come by. If you have them, please make sure they know how much you love them.

You know, I’ve been on this platform for just about ten years. For a few of those years, I’ve been here in the AD community, and I can honestly say I’ve never had a more negative experience in my life, from the actions that I’ve witnessed and experienced. I stayed away from people I didn’t like, I didn’t read fic I didn’t like, I avoided content and artwork that upset me, because I’m an adult. And foolishly I was expecting others to do the same, because as I always say, your internet experience is up to you to cultivate. You are responsible for no one else’s actions other than your own.

I’ve dealt with people coming into my inbox condemning me for the way I interpret fictional characters from day one. I’ve dealt with people calling me slurs and names, telling me to kill myself, telling me they were going to kill me themselves, that I deserve awful unspeakable things, for not agreeing with the way that they interpret a fictional character. Those were all easy to ignore, because they were always, always either about my Jewishness, or about the Jewishness of my characters, and I have no time for bigots, I just don’t.

People got angry with me for having boundaries in not wanting to write certain things, or for not wanting to write them in the specific way that they wanted me to. People got angry with me for being frustrated, that time and time again I was being treating as some writing machine and not a person, by them not giving me the basic respect of checking the small list of tropes and themes I’m uncomfortable writing which I’ve made so accessible every time. Time and time again I became frustrated, being asked questions that I’ve made clear on so many occasions, that I was uncomfortable answering, or held negative opinions of.

And that was frustrating, because it was a level of entitlement I’d never seen before – people wanted my writing, but only if it satisfied their needs with little regard to my own feelings, and called me a bully when I didn’t comply. Still, it was just about the writing, and I could ignore that.

But then, strangers started getting angry with me because I had blocked them for whatever reason from seeing my content. Strangers got angry with me for standing up for myself when people tried to pull stunts in the inbox. When people asked me for advice or my opinion on a whole assortment of topics, they said I was being a bully because they didn’t like what I had to say. A difference of opinion is not a personal attack, but it seems as though many people haven’t grasped that concept. People said I was betraying others’ trust by answering anonymous asks on the internet, something that has exactly 0 risk or stakes in sending. People said I was a bitch when I tried to offer genuinely constructive and critical responses. People got angry that I blocked their IP address for sending me unwanted, anonymous, negative hot takes that I didn’t ask for, nor that I cared about. People said I never took accountability for anything, when in reality they just wanted me to change my mind about certain topics, and got angry when I held true to my convictions.

I hope you can all imagine why I didn’t respond pleasantly. Like every content creator on this website and on any website, we don’t owe anyone anything. I don’t owe anyone anything. I don’t owe anyone writing, I don’t owe anyone answers, I don’t owe anyone attention or time. And something that I’ve learned most of all, is that I don’t owe people the pleasure of indulging in flame wars that get brought to my feet. I am not interested in wasting my time trying to defend myself and my good name, against people who have already made up their mind about me from a few misunderstandings, a single interaction, or a one-sided and angry perspective. I’m not interested in wasting my time over things that I know in my heart, aren’t true.

One thing people sometimes tell me, is that I was “rude to a perfectly genuine anon.” I would like to say this; there is absolutely no way for me to know the intention of any anon, other than the way the message comes across. And I’ll be the first to admit, often intention is misinterpreted! When that happens and the person reaches out, I always, every time, have apologized. And just as easy as it is for me to misinterpret someone’s genuine ask as rude or offensive, it is easy for my genuine responses to be interpreted as rude or clipped. Tone is difficult over the internet -- tone is difficult in text where these people are anonymous strangers and I have no idea who they are or with which intentions they’re coming from.

That being said, people can still say hurtful things without the intention of doing so. People have said unintentionally hurtful things to me, and I now realize that I have said things which have been hurtful to others. Good intentions mean nothing, when real hurt and pain is caused. To those people, I would like to give a genuine and sincere apology. I hope, as all I can ever do is hope, that folks here know I never come from a place of malice. Moving forward, I will do my best to respond in ways that I hope will come across as respectful as possible, even when disagreeing. I believe the only legitimate form of apology is changed behavior, and I intend to make that change so that this space can be more inclusive and welcoming, as I have only ever wished it to be.

Because, well, I like to think that we have made a welcoming and inclusive space, a space where we are able to respect one another’s boundaries. I am just one person, just a girl with a blog on the internet who has tried to forge a community of peers and friends. I am not a politician with a PR team approving my every post, there are no mods here to help me interact with you guys. I’m just a girl who writes fanfic and posts it on the internet. I write fanfic that makes me happy, that I’m proud of, for me, and I am happy to share it with you. Especially because through that fanfic, I’ve met incredible wonderful people, and I’m thankful for all of you.

Through having this blog, I’ve met people that I consider to be lifelong friends -- people that I plan on building a future with, and for that I’m forever grateful. I’ve met people who have become inspired to write their own fanfic or start their own blogs, and even when it’s a subject matter that’s not something I’m interested in or one that I personally don’t like, I have always, always been encouraging. Because this is a hobby, this is something people should be doing for fun, because they want to, and no other reason. So when I see claims that “I’ve forced people to quit writing” or someone saying “I quit the fandom because of you”, I know that that’s simply not true. The only way you quit writing is by not writing anymore. It may feel better to blame someone for the reasons why, but no one can make you do anything except yourself.

Similarly, I’ve seen people saying that I’ve “ruined their favorite character” and to that all I have to say is what I’ve always been saying; if you don’t like my writing, you don’t have to read it. If you don’t like my interpretation of characters, you don’t have to consume the content I put out. If you don’t like my opinions, you don’t have to follow me. People don’t “ruin characters” for anyone else, when you simply avoid the content you don’t like, and focus on (or make) the content you do like.

Have I been confused when someone shares my story with a tag that didn’t make sense and so I reached out to them privately to address the issue? Yes.

Have I expressed my negative feelings about fics and the trends of fandom in the comfort and boundaries of my own blog, in posts that I remove when I felt that they no longer were worth keeping up? Yes.

Have I expressed my concerns regarding certain tropes, themes and kinks, opinions formed by my own firsthand experience with them, coupled with the potential damaging effects they may have on a young and impressionable audience like some of those in this fandom? Yes.

I don’t deny any of these things, because I am not ashamed of any of these things. You don’t have to like it, but that does not make me a monster, nor does it make me a tormenter of this fandom as I have been called.

Tormenting people in fandom is making long scathing posts publicly blasting someone because you’re angry that they blocked you. Or making long public callout posts to warn others in the fandom of my many crimes – crimes which actually aren’t crimes at all – and whipping up a frenzy of frothing at the mouth hate. Or reblogging a post and hijacking it with long commentary about something that has nothing to do with you in an attempt to shame the original poster. Or getting screenshots of private conversations where someone is joking with a person who they once thought was a friend, that are taken out of context and framing them to fit a narrative you’re spinning against them. That’s torment.

This fandom has the most vicious and warped mob mentality that I have ever seen. I’ve seen it in the treatment of Adam and Joanne, I’ve seen it in the treatment of John Boyega and Kelly Marie Tran. I’ve seen it in the treatment of other bloggers, and well, I can say I’ve seen it and experienced it myself. I worry for the future of the fandom, when this sort of behavior is rewarded and celebrated, because people are so quick to simply agree with someone’s impassioned anger instead of thinking critically for themselves.

However (and this is the ‘but’ of the whole post), I cannot make this post and make all these statements without saying that this community has also been a place of kindness and support and acceptance, and I’m genuinely touched by everyone who has ever gone out of their way to talk to me. I thought long and hard about deleting this blog. I thought about just packing up and leaving our corner of the web, or moving to other platforms. I even put out a little announcement on my ao3 that I was done, I was out of here. But it didn’t sit right with me. It didn’t feel right to abandon all the incredibly beautiful, talented, welcoming, supportive and kind people that had found some peace in this corner of the web. I was absolutely blown away by the sweet messages that were sent to my inbox, and my DMs, the posts that were circulated written by friends and strangers alike literally brought me to tears.

I know that many people here do not like me, and want nothing to do with me, and that’s okay. I know that my content is not for everyone, my opinions are not going to be lined up with everyone else’s, that’s okay too. People have not liked me from the beginning lol, that’s nothing new to me. I have always said, that I would continue to write even if no one read my stuff, and that’s still true. You are in charge of your internet experience, follow the people and consume the content that makes you happy, and block out the things that don’t.

If you are reading this and you are one of the kind people, one of the supportive and understanding people who are on my side, I cannot say thank you enough. The time I took away made me realize that there are much larger problems in the world than strangers on the internet having negative opinions about me, and that kindness will always be more powerful than hate. The community we have built together means more to me than the bullshit other people try and start.

So, all of this is to say, that I’m back.

Some things are going to be a little different around here; I’m very very sorry I know I said I would never do this but I’ve turned the anonymous function off for the time being just for the sake of my sanity, and I’ve updated my FAQ. Writing will no longer be posted directly to tumblr, but rather a redirect link from AO3 will be posted making all tag-list requests null and void.

But other things will remain the same. We’re still going to have sleepovers, I’m still going to accept prompts (but please give me some time before we get back to sinday, as I’m still in a little bit of unease about all of this). I’m still going to be talking about my personal AU, and I’m still going to be uploading fanart and gifs and memes and shitposts and answering your questions and giving you the love you all have shown to me over the years.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you for giving me the time to say my peace. I know it’s a long post, but I’ve been sitting on these thoughts for quite some time, and I’m relieved to finally express them. Please know that my posting this isn’t intended to stir up anything, or cause any drama, or relive any pain.

I just missed you all very dearly. I hope that we can move onward and upward together, a babbushka 2.0 of sorts. It’s an exciting time to be in this fandom, and I am looking forward to experiencing everything together.

I’m sending you all of my love.

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thisnoodlewritesao3 · 3 years

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HIII!!! Long time lurker so I’m gonna stay anon if that’s alright. Congrats on 100 followers by the way! Your writing is so fantastic and I’ve followed you for a bit now so I thought I’d request something finally :p

Could I (she/her) get a fanfic with Asahi maybe? Maybe with a timer of when you 2 would meet. Maybe it happens during the date tech game? And he’s already super nervous about the game so he doesn’t even realize how fast it’s counting down? ☺️☺️ sorry if it doesn’t make any sense! But I love your stories and hope you’re okay with it! 💜💜💜

This one came to me soooooo easily ahsjhgsdjgfsdjhgfjgsfjh I hope you like it my lovely because eeeeee. Also of course you can stay as a lurker, I’m happy for all the support you give. If you want to interact more, you can always just send them through asks because I would love to get to know ya’ll

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3 hours 15 minutes 21 seconds

Asahi hadn’t had the time to pay attention to his clock today. He knew it was getting closer, which meant he’d finally get to meet you; right now, his biggest worry was the game against Date Tech. They’d all but destroyed him last year, with each passing day he was growing more anxious.

Even with his team by his side to support him, he couldn’t help the twisting of his stomach, the light headache that threatened to peak over. He didn’t realise how badly this was affecting him until he looked at himself in the mirror.

Bags under his eyes were obvious - he had barely slept last night after all - it wasn’t surprising him.

He sighed, ignoring his reflection and turning towards the bathroom door, deciding that eating something might calm his nerves.

2 hours 36 minutes 43 seconds

One last look in the mirror only made him more anxious. His hair was more dishevelled than usual; God today was going to suck.

He could already see the impending failure over the horizon. Even with the new first years they stood no chance; he just had to accept that this is the last time he’d ever get to be on the court again.

1 hour 12 minutes 06 seconds

Staring out of the bus window never did much to ease his worries, even listening to the world around him wasn’t enough to distract his thoughts. Conversation filled the air and he did little to participate.

Because he just knew that he wouldn’t be able to make it past the iron wall. And that he’d let everyone down again. He didn’t even know why he was here - he didn’t think he was good enough for this. Everyone was so much more talented than him.

He sighed, resting his head back against the seat.

He just wanted to get this over with.

0 hours 10 minutes 54 seconds

Asahi was doing his best to not feel so anxious. Talking as Daichi explained why Nishinoya was more wild than he was; he laughed along. His heart pounding in his chest.

Even with the worry of the match that was to come, there was also something else that injured within his anxiety. He didn’t know what it was. He didn’t understand the feelings. Like his stomach was lighter than normal - or that it was just him in general - like something big was coming.

But what?

Maybe he would win after all. That was the only explanation.

0 hours 0 minutes 15 seconds

He locked eyes with Aone - one of the parts of the Date Tech iron wall - as he pointed at him. Despite the front he was putting up, it only made his nerves go even higher. Like there was a tightness in his throat.

0 hours 0 minutes 10 seconds

The blocker didn’t put his arm down, even as Moniwa pulled on his arm, trying to get him to stop. They all simply tried to laugh it off, saying they were going to have a good game or something; he couldn’t focus. His heart pounding in his ears.

His wrist vibrated a little but he was too focused on the boy in front of him to check what it was.

0 hours 0 minutes 5 seconds

The tension sat thick in the air. He wanted to run and escape this, but God knows that wasn’t going to happen.

0 hours 0 minutes 2 seconds

Aone glanced to the side, almost pulling his attention to it.

0 hours 0 minutes 1 second

In that one second, a girl ran up and jumped onto Aone’s arm. She turned and met eyes with Asahi.

0 hours 0 minutes 0 seconds

The world seemed to stop as a small alarm sounded. His heart was pounding but it was for a different reason now. You were still hanging off of Aone’s arm; slowly, the white haired boy dropped his arm, giving you a chance to gain balance.

“Aone, you can’t just go about doing that,” you sighed, planting your hands on your hips and brushing off your skirt. You were wearing a volleyball jersey, smiling up sweetly at him.

“Hi…” his voice was softer than he wanted it to be, but he couldn’t help it.

As Date Tech’s boy team left, you stayed and talked with them. He found out you were on the girl’s team - a Libero, to be exact - and that you preferred wearing skirts because they just make me look pretty, what’s so wrong with that? And he could only agree with you. When he won against Date Tech, he’d half hoped you would watch him, but you were busy in your own game; he was surprised when you congratulated him for this win. Even as your best friend - Aone - stood close by. You exchanged numbers, you’d message him every single chance you got; whether it was in between classes, or in the middle of your practise. When the world was too overwhelming, you were only one phone call away.

You really were the best soulmate he could ask for.

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umishiqu · 4 years

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Scarabia chapter is over and I’m screaming at everything rn hold on-

(sorry if I’m stuffing this rant down anyone’s throat, because I’m realizing people get annoyed with it and I’m sorry but,, scarabia brainrot ;;;...)

(spoilers for chapter 4 under the cut!)

Sad there’s no magic carpet :,( but oasis maker saves the day!! Still mysterious as ever as to why oasis maker is called a blessing other than um. Being a blessing to the Country of Hot Sands. But yes Azul enjoys it! (if you wanna hear me rant about oasis maker pwease dm cause I,, now have some thoughts and I can’t keep my mouth shut ;;...)

Also no mention of kidnapping happenings or poisoning in post-OB backstory but that means slow burn character development for Kalim possibly later on, so I’ll take it

Also Kalim’s guilt kills me on the inside :,,( guy says that he has anemia, but I’m wondering if that’s acc just Jamil giving him an excuse for his hypnosis. Mainly cause he himself says that he’s not bad at PE, which he really would be bad at PE if he really did have anemia,, but the anemia could explain a lot other things, other than that little tidbit,, either way, that means, again, slow burn character development! (But just,, his voice wavers, and how he says that Jamil can have the dorm leader position and Kalim will just go home is just,, Jamil you couldn’t talk to Kalim at all about this? Really?)

And scarabia duo is still killing me on the inside :,,,( Jamil wanted revenge cause of how he had to be below Kalim all the time and couldn’t objectify his hate to anyone but Kalim, but he also couldn’t sincerely hate Kalim for everything he is esp. when he’s the one who’s been encouraging him at all, all their time together. Jamil also loves his family apparently but in the way that he doesn’t like what they make him do but he also realizes that his parents are in the same position as him (hence why he screams, in his fit of anger, how he’s gonna free both him and his family). The only other person I can see that he personally hates but has to deal with is Crowley. I literally just see Jamil as a stubborn, kind of selfish tsundere,, Do I like Jamil more than I did before? I mean a lot of what I personally thought about him (not standing out so that Kalim is above him, having to adhere to tradition and such) was basically confirmed with the recent chapter.

But coming personally on my thoughts on Jamil cause he’s a contradictory character rn in the discord,, he is really really easy to sympathize and relate with, esp if you compare him to the less-realistic-outlook-on-life Kalim from Scarabia. And Kalim’s banquet fevers aren’t easy to deal with. My younger brother who gets more credit than me in,, literally everything drags me to play around on electronics sometimes and usually I just wanna sleep, but I can’t and usually just l just give up when playing with him cause I should look like he’s winning (fun thing is that he’s 2 1/2 years younger than me, and also a lot taller than me). I have to let him throw punches at me and when I do one little thing like tell him to stop, it’s into the dark room with me. So I can appreciate Jamil’s stubbornness for his plans and ideals to overthrow Kalim, esp cause I was more or less conditioned to be helpful to other people. Not that I’m complaining because beig helpful to others is something that I’ve noticed rewards you in a good way,,

With all that being said,, the way he acted and went about with this crossed a lot of lines. At first, I thought the reason why he would hypnotize Kalim so that Jamil could become dorm leader + the other stuff mentioned above is so that Kalim can be seen as having a personality/morale worse than him. Or at least, less cheerful. But then Jamil goes in and with Kalim’s happy personality, cheers up everyone and helps them wth their troubles while in the oasis. And I’m here and I’m just,, if you hate him for that personality so much why do something like that?? (He can’t admit that’s what people acc like about Kalim, and he decides to take one of his few positive qualities that gets people attached to Kalim and just,, wreck it. I was,, very very mad, but I didn’t rant about it cause I knew I’d yell unreasonably in the discord chat.) Revealed at the end, Jamil literally doesn’t want to be friends with anyone and I’m just,, sigh. And also,, the students only agreed with Jamil that Kalim was an incompetent dorm leader after Jamil hypnotized Kalim into doing all those things, not before. Before? They acc loved Kalim because of how kind and gentle and thoughtful he was to others, even though he can be kind of hopeless and random and a bit irresponsible to them sometimes. And these were all qualities that Jamil apparently hated, not because they were anything bad that’s supposed to be a front for secretly mocking everyone, but because he personally was confused as to why Kalim’s so freakin carefree as a character when Jamil himself isn’t. (As Azul said, it’s very easy for people to become envious of Kalim, and that’s already confirmed with how quickly the Scarabia dormmates’ opinion changed of Kalim after he takes them out to march to the oasis and after Jamil keeps mentioning the Asim family.)

Jamil’s had 17 years to harbour resentment against Kalim, but he’s also had 17 years to truthfully bond with Kalim, which he decided not to do because again. Stubborn. That’s why I can’t really say that Jamil’s just made one mistake (which was the entirety of scarabia chapter), especially the little hint drop that Jamil’s been hypnotizing Kalim even while they were younger and used anemia as an excuse for Kalim’s drowsiness. Anyway, the fact that Jamil’s been the one teaching Kalim magic, but even he didn’t know Kalim could summon a river and was genuinely surprised for a bit says a lot about how much of Kalim he can’t read, which he also mentions in his personal stories that Kalim is unpredictable. And fact is that Kalim can read Jamil’s emotions like an open-book, but couldn’t connect the dots until after he realizes how much Jamil’s hated him says something too. And when I say “realizes”, I mean “chooses not to ignore” how much Jamil’s hated him. Like,, it’s not like Jamil sleep-talked his backstory to Kalim while he’s passed out. Nor does anyone acc see the backstory except for the viewers + Jamil. And this can explain why Kalim didn’t really change how he interacts with Jamil at the end, if he knew the hate was coming but just didn’t want to acknowledge it. Then again, he does have limitless optimism here so there’s that.

But,, we’re talking about the only person Kalim’s ever trusted at all, betraying him and going off in one of the worse ways possible. I’m with the tweels here, I’m a bit mad because after what Jamil did, Kalim had no excuse to not get angry with him. He didn’t even get to punch him smh, but he did call him traitor so babey steps. Octavinelle teaching Kalim to be a little more harsher has me very very happy. (But miscommunication is strong in Scarabia, and with slow burn character development, I can see Kalim getting gradually more and more self-destructive poison anyone? chapter 5? and internally cynical and Jamil gradually regretting the time lost between them because, also according to the end of Scarabia, he doesn’t really mind an optimistic Kalim because like Kalim only had Jamil, Jamil really only has Kalim now after the tomfoolery he pulled in this chapter.)

So do I like Jamil more now than I did before? Kind of,. I had hopes for Scarabia (I’m sure a lot of people did with all the hyper analysis we did :p) But,, Jamil literally just got me angry this whole chapter. The backstory was nice, and Kalim praising Jamil and Jamil telling Kalim to stop (the way he screams ;;..) everytime gets me going. But esp with that piece of information, hating and blaming Kalim over something neither of them could change just,, recked them both. I can’t blame Jamil for building up resentment, but I can’t blame Kalim either for wanting to believe they were friends because he was trying to make the most out of their situation. Until Kalim realized the only way to do that was to just tell Jamil to stop being his servant and start off as equals to be true friends now. To which Jamil says no to the second notion profusely, but he also implies he’d rather be with Kalim than wth Azul, so. No more master/servant dynamics. And the ending was written off so sloppily but I think it was supposed to leave Jamil’s true feelings about Kalim end off on an ambiguous note imo. Again, sloppy, but sure.

Kalijami/Jamikali just seems really really toxic to me now, and I figured it would end up like that which is why I ended up reading other Scarabia ships (very into flokali and kaliver rn :p). I don’t usually see Japanese media fleshing out happy characters all too much, but with Kalim as literal Scarabia poster boy even tho he doesn’t represent the villain, I can see what direction they’ll take to develop Kalim now. Hopefully not how they developed Soma. (Ofc I wanted overblot!Kalim but,, I’m personally glad they didn’t do it rn, y’know? And the fact that we didn’t get introduced to an RSA counterpart for Scarabia at all has me,, thinking some things now...)

...dm if you want me to rant about oasis maker and rsa cause please I need to feed someone ;0;

#twisted wonderland #twst spoilers #ch 4 spoilers #scarabia spoilers #rant #my thoughts

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paradise-creator · 3 years

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OwO when u have time,, can I have a haven box for BNHA?? But just when you’re free and not working on prior works!! >:( I’m watching u bish

You can use my name in the result if you want to lol I already know it anyway!!

She/her, Taurus, INTJ, slytherin (pretty freakin’ queer but I usually lean towards boys/enbies more)

Personality: the first thing people notice about me is that I am less of a feeler and more of a thinker. I do have an IQ of 125, but my emotional intelligence is quite low, so I have trouble sympathizing with others. But I learned through experience, so I don’t SEEM emotionless. I can (and will) help my friends through tough times if they need me. I’m pragmatic, so I always go for the facts instead of the feelings during decision making or tough situations. I hold a lot of perfectionist traits that make it really hard for me to be satisfied with my results if they aren’t higher than the norm. I also have a slight issue with saying no, so sometimes I’ll offer my help or enrol myself in long-term projects while knowing I legit do not have time for more stuff on my schedule. Being a bit smarter than average, I sometimes feel like I’m obligated to help others so that they can do good too (however, I do like helping people with their hw to a certain extent). I’m working on those issues though!! I’m also an introvert, and I can get rlly tired if I have to be interacting for more than four hours straight with people, especially if their persona isn’t rlly compatible with mine.

However, when I’m surrounded by friends (or generally people who aren’t my superiors), I’m very energetic, loud, silly and I have a sharp tongue. I’m also insanely competitive, like someone please stop me?? My sense of humour goes from absolute nonsense to almost mean spirited sarcasm, but it all depends on who I’m talking to. I’m a MAJOR memer, I have a bunch of files filled with them, and I couldn’t bear be with people who didn’t understand my meme references. When I start liking something, I can get easily obsessed. I’m stubborn, therefore very passionate about the things I care about. I also have a slight case of the Endorphin Junkie, meaning that I really, really like the high you get after sports so I do crossfit training like five to six times a week. I’m unapologetically myself, and I will not ever change who I am to fit within the norm. I’m sometimes told that (that I’m odd, I mean), but I usually thank the people who tell me. I have a really, really big love for music and I have a tendency to break into song sometimes when people say a line from a song I know. I also cry sometimes when music gets really good ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ whoops

Appearance: I’m around 5’6”, with hazel eyes and brown hair that goes around to my shoulders. It gets curly out of nowhere. I can either wake up with straight hair or wake up with a freakin perm, it’s funny. My body isn’t exactly the lean type, I’m somewhere around the buff area of the scale instead, but as long as I seem visibly strong, I’m satisfied. When I’m not going anywhere significant, I usually just wear sport shirts and sweats, but I have a penchant for Dark Academia so I like /looking/ like I’m smart sometimes. And I have glasses bc apparently my eyes are assholes and they work too hard and it hurts my brain all the time

Likes: music (DavidBowieDavidBowieDavidBow-); I have a really wide range of music that goes from early 2000’s pop to 1700’s requiems(my faves are Bowie, Queen and Pink Floyd). I enjoy studying theoretical fields, reading, and I like talking about Absurd Theories About Reality That Make Little To No Sense. I like sports, and I love joking around with friends in the most exaggerated ways. I also love the colour green and I’m more of a cat person

Dislikes: dogs (they’re cute but keep them away pls), ignorant people, irresponsible people, spiders, things I’m not good at from the beginning, having to deal with strangers being upset, crying (me. I don’t like crying; I mean me, I’m fine if my friends cry)

Other fun facts!!

- my goals for the future are all over the place; I want to work for Disney, I want to get a musical composition degree, I want a biomedical engineering bachelors degree, I want an astrophysics doctorate, I want to study languages, I want to be a foreign English teacher... I can’t ever decide.

- I have a long history with getting crushes on guys who turned out to be gay. It happens so often and I HATE IT, it makes me feel terrible.

- I!!love!!70’s!!music!!so!!much!! I was raised on that stuff, my dad wouldn’t let us listen to anything else

- Lol my favourite playlist name is Drugs Playlist But I Don’t Even Do Drugs it’s just a bunch of Pink Floyd and David Bowie songs

- My favourite movies are 80’s or 90’s comedy classics!! Like Wayne’s World, or Airplane!, or Night at the Roxbury. I keep quoting Wayne’s World and no one understands :(

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Hello and Welcome my Starlight!

The Haven box includes:

- Match up

- Sun drop

- Flashes of memory

- Truth or dare gone wrong

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I'd match you up with

Sero Hanata, Cellophane

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Sun drops

The reasons I paired you

- It me awhile to think about who to match you up with

- I was thinking of either Bakugou or Denki

- BUT THEN I REMEMBERED SERO

- Sero is such an underrated character smh

- BUT THIS DYNAMIC IS WHAT I LIVE FOR

-At first, you might be annoyed at his lack of knowledge but you over past that

- His EQ can help you grow as a person as well

- You have the IQ he has the EQ, BALANCE!

- You two would often have laughing sessions at class

- No cap tho, you two would be the most interesting couple

- You guys would have a matching necklace or a Keychain (IDK why but I feel like it-)

- You get along well with Denki, (IT TOOK A LONG TIME)

- But you would rather hang out with Bakugou (He tolerates you more than the others).

- BRO, please give him love. He craves your attention

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Flashes of memories

Sero: Hello there hot stuff!

Eve: Hello there Soy sauce

Sero: NOT YOU TOO

Eve: Just kidding, Hello babe

Sero: ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?

Eve: Yes, killing you with love

Sero: Dang that's smooth

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Sero: He-

Eve: I didn't take your Pocky, Denki did

Sero: How-

Eve: You've been yelling about it for the past few minutes

Sero: Oh-

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Sero: Can you help me with studying?

Eve: Struggling again?

Sero: Yes...

Eve: Why did I date you again?

Sero: Please?

Eve: ...

Also Eve: Fine

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Truth or dare gone wrong

The class 1-A were all gathered in their common room, even Bakugou was present. The class was having a truth or dare session, it seemed interesting. “Sero, my man! Truth or dare?” Denki asked as he looked at Sero. “Truth! I choose truth,” Sero said. “Who have you been talking on the phone to this past weeks? The one I keep hearing is my pumpkin?” Denki asked. Sero’s face then turned a light shade of pink. “O-Oh- ummm,” He started as he looked away. “Does our Cellophane have a girlfriend?” Mina teased as she poked Sero. “Y-Yeah,” He stuttered. “OI THAT’S NOT FAIR?!? WHY CAN YOU HAVE A GIRL BUT I CAN’T,” Denki sulked as he placed his head on the table. “If you weren’t such a perv then maybe you can get one!” Hakagure responded.

“Don’t be shy. Tell us more,” Mina said. Sero’s blush darkened and he looked away. “We are playing truth or dare! It’s my turn to ask,” Sero then said. “Actually, I am quite curious as well. We can always continue later,” Momo said as she smiled. Everyone agreed and they then looked at the nervous male. “C’mon now guys, this is unfair,” Sero said as he looked at everyone. “But you have a girl and we want tea,” Mina then said as she sat in front of him. “I- um, you guys really want to know about her, huh?” Sero said as he chuckled. Everyone nodded and stared at Sero intently. “Just tell us already, Soy sauce,” Bakugou growled as he glared at Sero. “Don’t listen to him, bro. He is just jealous,” Kirishima said. “WHAT-“ Bakugou was about to counter but was silenced. “Fine! Fine! You got me in a corner,” Sero then said as he chuckled. “She should be coming here,” He added as he looked at the door. “Three, two, one,” He then said as he pointed to the door.

“Hello, is Sero Hanta here?”A feminine voice said. “ARE YOU A PSYCHIC?” Denki said as he looked surprised. “I’m right here pumpkin!” Sero then said as he smirked. His nervousness melted away as he saw the 5’6ft girl. It was his girlfriend, Eve, and he was overjoyed. “Hey there babe!” She then said as she smiled. “DANG YOU GOT A FINE LADY!” Denki then yelled as he checked her out. “Keep your eyes above for I’ll gorge them out,” Eve then said as she glared at Denki. Soon enough, Mineta tried to touch her as well but his efforts were at vain. Sero used his tape as to stop Mineta from getting closer. And Eve kicked him away, far away from her. “Get your filthy hands away from her,” Sero said as he stood up. He then wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. “Woah, that was so manly!” Kirishima said as he smiled.

“GIRLS! GET HER-“ Mina said as she tackled the girl. They didn’t fall down but Mina was laughing and hugging her. “Girl! How long have you been together?” Mina asked as she pulled away. Eve was a bit uncomfortable but she merely had a stoic face. “A few weeks,” She responded bluntly. And soon enough, the truth or dare session was forgotten. It was replace with the class 1-A trying to pry out the tea from the couple. Did they succeed? No, not really. Though the class seemed to love Eve and her antics. The class even tried to make them forget about the date they have planned. But either way, Sero and Eve got manage to get away to have their small movie date at his room.

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Author's note

Hai bb! I'm sorry it took so long. But thanks for requesting again~

#☁️matchup #fanfic #fiction #anime #bnha imagines #bnha matchup #bnha sero #hanta sero #mha sero #mha

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keelymewett · 4 years

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Zombie Movie: I Am Legend (2007)

“Here’s Karen at the health desk.”

Karen from the health desk. (Picture: A female news anchor, Karen from the health desk.)

Language warning (sorry kids, but this is an MA15+ movie).

I shit you not, that’s one of the opening quotes of the movies. So, friends and enemies, welcome to the longest review I’ve done of a zombie movie yet. It’s 1:35am here in Australia and I’ve just finished rewatching I Am Legend, everything’s fresh in my mind and I’m hyped up on chocolate.

This movie has incredible tension, a fresh take on the zombie apocalypse, and it’s based on the 1954 novel by Richard Matherson, which inspired the modern day vampire and zombie movies. Why you may ask? Because it popularised the concept of a worldwide apocalypse due to a disease... now I’m beginning to realise that watching zombie movies during a global pandemic maybe wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had. Any who.

YouTube rewind made me forget how bloody good of an actor Will Smith is, and boy does he deliver in this movie. Robert’s (that his character, btw, though I will probably end up just referring to the character as Will Smith) interactions with Sam the goodest girl in the world (she’s a dog) and the mannequins is incredible.

The goodest girl in the world. (Picture: A dog (I’m sorry - I don’t know dog breeds! I’m 99% sure she’s a German Shepard) being given a bath and head scratches by Will Smith.)

Now: three things to look forward to in this “review” (assuming you read the spoilery section below). One: how realistic is this apocalypse? Two: there’s a dog. Three: zombie vampires. Vampire zombies?

Backgrounds details! (Picture: Will Smith opened the fridge. On the fridge door are photos of his wife and daughter, a calendar dated for December, a drawing with “Marley” written in kids handwriting, post-it notes, a pamphlet with the heading “Quarantine”, and a Time Magazine cover of Robert Neville (Will Smith). The title reads (heading) “Saviour?” (sub-heading) “Soldier, Scientist” (body of text) “In a Battle that Could Save Thousands of Lives, Lt. Col. Robert Neville Takes on the XV Virus.”

Also, there’s banging in my house at the moment and when I say I’m peaking. I’m going to need to listen to some music while I write this.

Read on for a fun time! Spoilers ahoy!

Realism (the really relevant part. Yikes)

Okay, so what’s this fresh take on the apocalypse? Basically, this doctor cures cancer and it all goes to shit from there. I’m not 100% on the logistical jump from “destroying cancer cells” to “humans (and animals) becoming bloodthirsty mutants that burn in the sun” - for instance, this is just my sci-fi high-school biology and physics brain working here, cancer is basically a rogue cell that mutates other cells and destroys them in the process, yeah? So if the doctor, like she said, uses these cancer cells to work for the body and in the process “cures” cancer, wouldn’t the humans just... infect each other and the virus would kill the host if it went south? Given, that did happen in like 90% of cases as Will Smith explains, but where does the sunlight allergy come in? Is cancer afraid of UV? Confused, but I digress.

... Is that my queen, Missy, from Umbrella Academy? (Picture: A woman with blood leaking from her eyes, holding a child and shouting for help.)

The scene where they’re listening to the radio and the guy is like we’re “issuing a military quarantine of New York City” I’m like bitch you wish. Unrealistic. The USA currently (9/10/2020) has the highest cases of COVID-19 in the world (for future historians and poor school children, it’s at 7.68 MILLION cases, no statistic for recovered cases for some weird ass reason, and sadly, 212,000 deaths. For reference, here in Australia we’ve had as of today 27,206 cases, 24,807 recovered and 897 deaths. New Zealand, who went into hard lockdown, had as of today, 1,864 cases, 1,800 recovered, and 25 deaths, with a period where there were 0 new cases for several days.)

Though, with that in mind, everyone going outside and gathering in large crowds? Realistic.

The actual movie part

Praises time! Will Smith has a stockpile of food. Also, him getting Sam (the dog) to eat her vegetables like she’s a little kid? Cutest thing ever.

Stockpilesss. (Picture: Will Smith wearing an apron and preparing a meal in a kitchen chock full of food items, including things like Pringles and spaghetti sauce.)

Setting alarms on his watch for sunset? Brilliant, smart idea, fantastic. Re-enforced windows and door, AND booby-trapped house? Incredible, genius. Setting traps to catch the zomvamps? (like the dumb name I just came up with? Don’t worry, I’ll reveal the stupid arbitrary name they ACTUALLY came up with later) Talent, intelligence.

Dude, why wouldn’t you restrain the head/chest? You know, the part that can bite you? (Picture: Will Smith in a lab coat standing over a female zombie-vampire who’s been secured to a metal bench by the wrists and ankles. Medical monitors are connected to her.)

Now, Will Smith is out here looking for a cure. And by looking, I mean actively creating. In a lab. He washes his hands before going in - *chef’s kiss* follow his example - and unlike other zombie movies where it’s super dramatic in the hunt for a cure, this is a lot more chill considering it’s a) been 3 years and b) is more like how science actually works. Trials, tests, animal test-subjects (there is a debate about the ethics of this which I won’t go into here) (I mean a debate in real life not in the zombie movie haha) and human test-subjects.

“Did you kidnap my girlfriend, bro?” (Picture: bald, pale muscular dude-bro-looking zombie-vampire roaring in rage.)

The mother-fracking zombies

I have to say it: these are the most dumbass looking vampire-zombies. I say vampire-zombies (zomvamps) because they avoid sunlight but also eat people?

Now, unlike most zombie movies, these are really bloody intelligent zomvamps. At one point, after setting a booby trap and catching a zomvamp after stumbling into a nest of them, Robert says “They’re not showing any human social behaviour.” Hahahaha. Okay bitch first of all dude bro screamed when you kidnapped his mate, secondly dude bro has pet dogs, thirdly dude bro fucking caught you in a trap. He took revenge on you there, love. He followed you home!

The zomvamps are apex predators, can climb, run, hunt in packs, communicate with each other, set booby traps, make coordinated attacks, follow you home, learn where you live and remember it, and holy fuck humans had no chance.

Thank you for clarifying, because I actually found this quite funny. Like, look at him! (Picture: dude-bro zombie-vampire from earlier growling in front of a flaming car. The zombie-vampires are very CGI, pale, fish-person looking things with pale skin and completely bald of hair. This guy is wearing ripped clothes. The caption reads “Growls menacingly”.)

Random things I have in my notes but haven’t mentioned yet (yes I took notes)

What’s with the apocalypse and mannequins? Looking at you, Five (Umbrella Academy).

(Picture: Will Smith looking at a “female” mannequin, who is dressed in a coat and black bob wig. They’re in a movie store. Funnily enough, behind the mannequin is the “Adult” section of the films.)

I agree with the fuck-that-shit sentiment when you see a mannequin suddenly appear in a different part of the city - like how in the hell??

(Picture: Will Smith aiming a rifle at a mannequin in an orange jumper. Mannequin is usually located outside of the movie store, yet here it is randomly in the middle of the street at the end of a T-section. There are tall glass windows behind the mannequin, and the window to the right has a giant, gaping pitch black hole in it. It’s presumed that there is a nest of zombie-vampires in there.)

... so is this a booby trap for humans or for zomvamps? Because the former makes sense if that dude bro zomvamp analysed Will Smith’s trap from earlier and remade it (hence dropped the car off a bridge to string him up), and the latter doesn’t really make sense because a) you’ll only catch (and probably kill) one zomvamp and why would you want only one unless you’re Robert and two why tf aren’t you meeting up with Robert he’s been broadcasting and racing around town hunting deer (elk?) in a sports car.

I’d like to know how hard it actually is to do like a weird sit-up and get yourself free of one of these kinds of traps. Am I dumb for thinking it’s not that hard? (Picture: Will Smith is suspended in the air by a rope tied around his ankle, the result of a booby-trap. He’s struggling to free himself.)

Come on, you’re literally a doctor and a soldier. Don’t tell me you’re actually considering pulling that out? (Picture: Will Smith has been impaled in the leg by something. It looks like he’s about to attempt to pull it out. He’s in the middle of the street as the sun sets, and Sam is right next to him.)

Sam is a queen. Here are some photos of her.

(Picture: Robert Neville’s wife carrying a baby Sam - Sam is a puppy, by the way, and very adorable. Neville’s young daughter is walking out of the gate to their house behind her mother.)

(Picture: Will Smith in a flashback saying goodbye to his wife and daughter and crying. Sam is licking away his tears.)

Sometimes I hate foreshadowing. (Picture: Will Smith searching a house. He opens a cupboard and there’s a newspaper article with a picture of a zombie-vampire dog. The article reads “Infected dogs can come out at dusk. Stay in the light.” There’s a number to call for questions.)

Worst birthday ever. Now I’m sad and there’s still half the movie left.

(Picture: Will Smith sitting on the floor of his lab, hugging Sam, who’s just been bitten by infected dogs.)

Get Shrek’d.

(Picture: The ‘Shrek’ movie playing on the TV in Neville’s house.)

Ma’am, do you not know how to ration? That is such a waste of food. (Picture: the woman and kid who rescued Will Smith have cooked breakfast. She’s cooked way too many scrambled eggs for two adults and a kid, and all the of the bacon for literally no reason.)

Oh yeah, wanna know what they call the zombies in this movie?

Dark Seekers. They dropped that one on us well into the final half of the movie. Dark Seekers? Really? I won’t get into how dumb that sounds when you had two options to choose from - vampires and zombies. Hell, go with my suggestion of zomvamps, even vampzoms. Dark Seekers? Sorry, I get hung up on dumb zombie-alternative names. Sure, I get the atmosphere might be ruined by calling them vampires or zombies, but not even lying I didn’t realise she said “Dark Seekers” until I turned the CC on to grab a quote. I thought she said “Dog Keepers” hahahaha. “The dog keepers got them.” My defence is that the dude bro did keep dogs.

Finally, wrapping this up at 2:15 before I add in pictures, you’re telling me approximately 100 zomvamps made a coordinated attack on Will Smith’s house to eat... 3 people? That’s like me and a hundred mates descending on the pentagon for a fucking snickers bar. We’d get like an atom each.

Oh, what’s that? They’re here to rescue one person? Really? Really? How in the fuck are they even zombies if their primary purpose isn’t to eat humans. I’m disappointed. But points for a fresh take, at least.

Now one of the things I remember about this movie is that is has an alternate ending. The actual ending (huge spoilers but then again, you’re in the spoiler section) has Will Smith sacrifice himself (read: blow himself and the zomvamps up with a grenade) to defend the cure and save his new friends. The alternate ending, which was scrapped due to negative audience reaction, has Will Smith communicate with the zomvamps who like actually calm down and listen to him. He gives the dude bro back his friend, and... no one dies.

I’m sorry, how is an ending where, sure, a cure isn’t found YET, but, the “villains” of the movie are humanised and a new side of them is seen that shows, hey, maybe there’s another way through this apocalypse, better than an ending where Will Smith dies? Make it make sense test audience. Because, remember, there’s still a whole bunch of immune people living out here, and three of them are currently in the same room. Robert’s only been working on the cure for 3 years. How many years do you reckon it takes to cure cancer? Hint: it’s ongoing in real life. Just because the cure isn’t found in the movie doesn’t mean it won’t be found. Ughhhh. I digress again.

I have more random photos but I am very tired. If anyone’s interested in hearing me roast butterflies, the world not actually ending in 2012, and a missed pun about Until Dawn (even though it was made like ten years after this), and a quick analysis on Robert Neville and God, let me know :)

Have a great day everyone, wash your hands, social distance if possible, and quarantine. Just because the COVID-19 virus isn’t turning us into zombies doesn’t mean it isn’t hurting us.

Worldwide statistics, 9/10/2020: 36.2M total cases, 25.3M recovered, 1.06M deaths.

(Picture: Will Smith saying “I like ‘Shrek’ after just quoting an entire scene of it to win a kid’s trust.)

#zombie #movies #I Am Legend #Will Smith #vampires #zombies #Dark Seekers #quarantine #doggos #shrek #apocalypse #mannequins #The Umbrella Academy

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Dancing in the Rain Chapter Three

Next Chapter, darlings.

Things are going to happen and happen faster from hereon out. Please keep checking the tags, and if you have any concerns, please shoot me a message!

Eternal thanks to @juuls for putting up with me.

Love, Annaelle

Chapter Three

PROJECT PHOENIX PHASE 1 PROGRESS REPORT

REPORT OF MEDICAL EXAMINATION OF TEST SUBJECT

NAME BARNES, REBECCA AGE 23 RACE CAUCASIAN SEX FEMALE

DATE OF FIRST INJECTION APRIL 20, 2008

DATE OF EXAMINATION MAY 26, 2008 EXAMINED BY ELISA SINCLAIR

CONDITION OF THE SUBJECT BEFORE FIRST INJECTION (DAY 0) EYES BLUE HAIR BROWN WEIGHT 67 KG LENGTH 173 CM

CONDITION OF THE SUBJECT AFTER FIRST INJECTION (DAY 38)

EYES BLUE HAIR BROWN WEIGHT 70 KG LENGTH 176 CM

MARKS AND WOUNDS (HEALING FACTOR)

—LAST INFLICTED INJURIES 48 HOURS AGO—

THREE BROKEN RIBS IN REMODELING STAGE OF HEALING (HEALING STAGE WEEK 6) – INDICATION OF ACCELERATED HEALING IN MINOR FORM

CLEAN BREAK IN FEMUR OF LEFT LEG (HEALING STAGE WEEK 3) – INDICATION OF ACCELERATED HEALING IN MINOR FORM

ONE DEEP PENETRATIVE WOUND ON UPPER ARM IN PROLIFERATIVE STAGE OF HEALING – FURTHER INDICATOR OF ACCELERATED HEALING IN MINOR FORM

SEVERAL MINOR PENETRATIVE WOUNDS ACROSS UPPER TORSO AND LEGS IN PROLIFERATIVE STAGE OF HEALING – FURTHER INDICATOR OF ACCELERATED HEALING IN MINOR FORM

CHAFE WOUNDS ON ANKLES AND WRISTS IN VARIOUS STAGES OF HEALING – FURTHER INDICATOR OF ACCELERATED HEALING IN MINOR FORM

RECOMMENDATIONS FOR FURTHER EXPERIMENTATION

SUBJECT IS SUITABLE TO PROCEED TO PHASE TWO OF PROJECT PHOENIX

MOVE SUBJECT TO SECONDARY BASE FOR INTERACTION WITH THE WINTER SOLDIER AND FURTHER CONDITIONING

DATE MAY 26, 2008 SIGNATURE ELISA SINCLAIR

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Tony Stark’s Personal Lab, Avengers Tower, Manhattan, New York, United States of America

30 April 2016Steve

Steve sat on a chair in the far corner of Tony’s lab, arms wrapped around his torso as he watched the others file into the lab. They’d spent most of the night combing through the data J.A.R.V.I.S. had collected and had, together, decided that it was in everyone’s best interest to call in the rest of the team to share what they’d found.

What they’d possibly found.

Steve understood why Tony… why Wanda thought that the terrorist group they’d been chasing might be Hydra. He saw the same patterns they did, he saw the kind of brutal effectiveness and zealotry that he’d only seen during the war in Hydra, and he saw.

He saw what Wanda meant when she had described her and Pietro’s experience with them, when she had talked about how they’d been meant to become tools to shape the coming century, to sow chaos so humanity would see they needed a strong hand to guide them. It sounded like things Schmidt would have said, like justifications Zola would have spouted for his sick human experiments—

He understood.

That didn’t mean he agreed.

There was nearly no direct evidence, nothing that pointed towards Hydra directly—no double salutes, no glowing blue weapons or secret bases with scarily advanced technology—nothing but rumors of misconduct, suspicious disappearances and something that, he had to admit, didn’t really add up with anything else.

Still, it was hard to believe that Hydra could’ve survived all this time—

That all he’d done would’ve been in vain.

“Why’re we here, Tony?” Becca asked when she walked in, rubbing her hand lightly over her belly. Thor followed her closely, waiting until she had taken a seat to press in behind her, letting her lean back against him. Natasha and Wanda were still sitting on one of the lab tables, leaning against each other tiredly, and Pietro was bouncing on his toes beside them.

Bruce and Tony were both wandering around the lab, tinkering and chatting distractedly.

“We should wait for Sharon, shouldn’t we?” said Tony questioningly, dropping the wrench he had been waving around for the last thirty minutes. “I mean, we’ve agreed to start trusting her, right? She’s gonna be our Becca for at least six months, she should be brought into the loop, shouldn’t she?”

Becca shook her head. “Sharon’s pretty sick, she’s not gonna be in today. Sore throat, ugly coughing, stuff like that. Brock called this morning, said he’s gonna take her to a doctor and let us know.” She leaned back into Thor again and winced a little, rubbing her hand over the side of her stomach where, Steve assumed, the baby had delivered a particularly hard kick.

“Okay,” Tony said. Then, “I have doctors on retainer for my staff. She could come here.”

“I’ll be sure to pass it along,” Becca said dryly. “Now why are we here?”

Tony heaved a sigh and spun on his heel, gesturing wildly at Steve, and Steve couldn’t help but smile, despite the grave subject. He pushed up, off his chair, and leaned against the table Nat and Wanda were sitting on. “We found something,” he said. “Well… Wanda and Nat found something.”

“Full disclosure,” Natasha said slowly, ��We’re not a hundred percent sure, but…”

“We think Hydra might not be as dead and gone as we thought after all,” Tony blurted—again, Christ, Tony—before wincing and clapping his hand over his mouth again, like he had the previous night when he’d told Steve.

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked away as a deafening silence rang in the lab.

“I—what?!” Becca sputtered, eyes wide.

Thor leaned forward. “This is a very serious claim,” he said calmly, although his forehead was creased with concern. “Steven has told me much about these foes. If they are truly undefeated…” He did not finish, but he didn’t need to—the implication of Hydra’s return hung heavy in the air.

“We never knew what they were called,” Pietro said, and Wanda shook her head. “All we knew was that they lied to us,” she said, rubbing her fingers over the scars Steve knew lay hidden beneath her long sleeves. “They took many like us; willing, young… foolish. Others…” She bit her lip and chanced a glance at Steve. “Perhaps not so willing.”

“Regardless,” Steve said, and he hated that his voice was hoarse and unsteady. “We’re not sure that it’s Hydra, but we’re sure it’s something. And it goes up high. What we’ve found indirectly implicates senators, actors, ambassadors… even the World Security Council. We already knew this was bigger than them trying to frame Sharon, but…”

He sighed.

“This is much bigger than we anticipated.”

J.A.R.V.I.S. helpfully projected digital copies of the files they’d managed to collect in front of the others, and Steve watched as everyone began to sift through the collected documents and articles in there, every single one of them paling significantly as they did.

Steve knew the feeling.

Bruce looked faintly green around the edges, and Steve would be more concerned about him potentially hulking out if he didn’t have more faith in Bruce’s self-control. “What are we going to do?” Bruce choked. “What can we do?”

“Steve,” Becca said slowly, trembling fingers hovering over the digital file, “Why is my—the—why am I in here?”

“There seems to have been more to the attack that took out your squad than we thought,” Tony answered for him, voice gentle as he approached his godsister. His voice and expression were haunted. “There’s been a lot of suspicious activity around there since then too, and it just keeps happening. And…” He hesitated, looking to Steve helplessly.

Steve sighed and moved towards Becca, settling on the seat beside her and taking one of her hands in his. “We found files, detailing… detailing torture and experimentation that sounds a lot like what was done to you while Al ’Qaeda had you.”

Becca looked downright nauseated. “So you think it was Hydra?” she choked. “That they experimented on me?”

“No,” Steve said, shaking his head. “No. I mean, I don’t know. I just know that there might’ve been more to it than we originally thought. Than you might’ve thought.”

Becca swallowed thickly.

Thor rested a hand on her shoulder, rubbing a thumb over the tense line of her shoulder soothingly. Becca didn’t relax, per se, but she did exhale roughly. “Okay,” she said quietly. “So what else do we have? What are we doing? What’s our next step?”

“We need more intel,” Natasha said simply. “Steve got an invitation to a gala in a few days where a lot of the potentially incriminated ambassadors will be. We’re especially looking to talk to Julien Beckers,” she pulled up a picture of a sandy-haired man in a suit and a tie and continued, “the Belgian Minister of Foreign Affairs. He’s implicated in a lot of shady stuff, and apparently loose-lipped when plied with enough alcohol.”

Bruce frowned. “That seems like a pretty poor quality for someone involved with shady stuff.”

Tony nodded vigorously and pointed at Bruce. “And that’s why he doesn’t drink at public functions. The trick will be to get him drunk without him knowing, without arousing his suspicions.”

Bruce nodded. “That’s easy enough to arrange. All we need to do is sneak someone into the serving staff and make sure there’s some kind of undetectable drugging agent in his drink.” He frowned. “It’d probably help if someone was distracting him too.”

Natasha nodded. “Which is where Steve comes in,” she said. “And…” she looked towards Becca. “You, if you and Thor feel comfortable with it.”

Becca blinked. “Me?” she said, pointing at herself quizzically. “But I’m pregnant.”

“Yes,” Natasha nodded. “Which is why no one would suspect us of actually running an op if you’re there. No self-respecting first world country would put their visibly, famously pregnant agent on an active op in the field.”

“With good reason,” Thor said, frowning severely.

“She wouldn’t be in danger,” Steve put in immediately. “I’d be with her the entire time, and we’re just going to a party to talk to someone.” He looked at Thor seriously, imploringly. “I’d never put her in danger, Thor. Either of them.”

“She is right here,” Becca said impatiently. “And I can speak for myself.”

Steve abruptly looked at his best friend and winced. He had been out of sorts since Tony had told him about… about all of this, and so busy trying to figure this out that he’d just… forgotten Becca was sitting right in front of him and wasn’t going to let anyone—even Thor—tell her what to do.

“Sorry,” he said shortly. “I’m sorry. If you think you’re up for it, I could use your help.”

Becca looked at him intently, and he just barely managed not to squirm beneath her gaze before she asked, quietly, “And… you’re sure it’s safe? That nothing will happen?”

“As sure as we can be,” he nodded. “And Clint will be right with us, he can get to us faster than anyone should something go wrong.”

Natasha nodded intently, and Becca looked a little more reassured by that.

She looked up at Thor, questioning, and Steve looked away abruptly.

He’d… he’d been able to communicate with Bucky by just looking at him too, and he… while he was doing good, he still wasn’t great at watching someone else have what he’d lost.

“I’ll do it,” Becca said.

Steve swallowed thickly and nodded. “Okay.” He looked up at Tony. “Well. What’s next?”

Tony clapped his hands gleefully. “Shopping!”

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INTERNAL MEMO “The Thule Society Future Debates: Results and Actions”

SESSION NOVEMBER 1991 VOLUME 1

COUNCIL OF REPRESENTATIVES OF CONTINENTAL FACTIONS

Monday, November 30, 1991

ASIA

The dissolution of the U.S.S.R. seems imminent. Local chapters of the Society have prepared for all eventualities and are imprinting new codes and failsafes into each of the Widows to ensure the continued longevity of the program.

EUROPE

The Society has gained foothold in Belgium after the general elections – traditional Christian parties and Socialist parties have lost significant amounts of seats in the House of Representatives to Society sponsored party Vlaams Blok.

Society partners are now hopeful to continue to gain access to several international agencies through their now established foothold in Belgian parliament.

AFRICA

Society groups have successfully destabilised government in Somalia and are currently feeding into the established chaos to continue spreading civil war into the surrounding nations.

NORTH AMERICA

The North American Society has learned of a potential opportunity to obtain the serum needed to proceed with Project Phoenix, provided a suitable genetic match for the Soldier can be obtained.

Recalibration and conditioning of the Soldier has been successful thus far – the Soldier will be sent to eliminate all targets and retrieve the serum. The Soldier’s new handler has assured the North American Society the incident from ’79 will not be repeated.

If proved successful, further responsibilities will be assigned.

Common Floor of the Avengers Tower, Manhattan, New York City, U.S.A.

3 p.m., 2

April 2016Steve

“I hate this,” Steve said glumly, staring down at himself with all the air of a defeated man.

Becca snorted a laugh from her seat at the vanity, where Natasha was doing something complicated to her hair. She was already fully dressed, the one-shoulder dark blue gown she’d picked achieving the exact effect they were hoping for—she looked soft and unthreatening, but had a gun strapped to her thigh and a knife to her ankle, and Steve was pretty sure he’d heard Natasha mention something about narcotics hidden in the pearls in her necklace. “Don’t be dramatic,” she said, rolling her eyes at him in the mirror. “I’ve seen you wear much worse than a bespoke suit, Rogers.”

Steve pouted. “It’s just so…” He ran his hands down the soft fabric of the waistcoat. “Fancy. Expensive. I think this suit cost enough to have fed Bucky’s entire family for a month when we were kids.”

Becca shook her head at him and Tony, who had just entered the room, barked a laugh. “Far be it for me to break your socialist little heart, Cap,” he joked, “but you’ll stand out more if you’re less fancy.”

Steve glowered at him but accepted his fate and sat on the large pouf to tie his ridiculously shiny, dark leather shoes. Thor, who had been mostly silent through the entire process, chuckled at Steve’s reticence and pronounced, “I think you look rather dashing, my friend. Shame you could not be adorned in the Aesir formal wear I had fashioned for you, but… This will do.” Steve wrinkled his nose and Thor laughed, clapping a hand on Steve’s shoulder companionably. “You cut an impressive figure, and you will do very well to escort my Rebecca to the gala tonight.”

Becca beamed at him from where she sat on her stool, Natasha’s hands still buried in her hair, twisting it onto the top of her head in a complicated mess of intricate braids and loose curls.

Steve grinned lightly and shook his head. He thought he may actually have felt more comfortable in the formal wear Thor had fashioned for each of the Avengers—he was far more used to standing out due to ostentatious and unconventional clothing than due to well-tailored and hideously expensive clothing—but he’d been outvoted.

“Plus, it’ll be a great opportunity to listen in on what Julien Beckers has to say,” Tony pointed out. “If he really is in with Hydra—or whatever it is,” he conceded when Steve made a protesting noise, “he might slip up if we get him drunk enough.”

“What if he switches to Dutch when he’s drunk though?” Steve pointed out reasonably. “I know a little, but mostly curse words and directions.”

Tony snorted derisively and waved his hand lightly. “J.A.R.V.I.S. is programmed into the comms units, so he’ll provide translations if you need any.” He frowned at Steve and added, “I can’t believe you thought I didn’t think of that. I’m hurt, Steven, hurt.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve waved his hand dismissively and slipped into his suit jacket. He moved to stand in front of the full-length mirror and looked at himself, rubbing his fingers over the light stubble that he’d uncertainly not shaved today. Natasha had insisted, said it made him look less threatening, less All-American goody-two-shoes, and Steve had long since learned not to question her.

He looked… polished. Older.

Not like himself at all.

Becca sidled up next to him, her dress falling over the swell of her belly in smooth, soft folds of dark blue fabric, hair piled on her head in a mess of braids and curls, and she leaned against him playfully, linking their arms together and grinning at him in the mirror.

“We look good, Rogers,” she grinned. “We’re gonna nail this bastard.”

Steve smiled tightly. “Absolutely,” he agreed.

She was right. All they had to do was get in, get some guy drunk, and get back out.

Easy peasy.

They had this.

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CBS News (@CBSNews) 2 min.

BREAKING: Fire Breaks Out at The Liberty Warehouse in Brooklyn, leaving dozens of guests of the Schliemann Fundraiser Gala outside in the cold! Follow developments here: cbsn.ws/5Ght67

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The Liberty Warehouse, Red Hook, Brooklyn, New York City, U.S.A.

9:47p.m., 2 April 2016Steve

The fire alarm was still blaring by the time first responders arrived and began ushering frightened, drenched guests dressed in expensive—and now ruined—silks and satins away from the terrace, out into the street and towards the awaiting ambulances. Most were clustered together in little groups, whispering frantically, pointing their phones at the broken glass on the sidewalk and the smoke billowing out from the windows nearest to the second-floor balcony.

Steve stood amidst the chaos and blinked, confused—unsure about what had happened.

Everything—everything had gone so fast.

One minute, he had been dancing with Beckers’ date, trying very hard not to tread on her toes, while Becca chatted happily with the man and plied him with specially developed alcohol provided by Clint, and the and the next, the fire alarm had been pulled, water was spritzing everywhere and he had lost Becca in the urgent throng of people.

He couldn’t see Clint either, but he knew the archer could take care of himself, even though he was somewhat of a human dumpster fire most of the time.

He frowned a little as he moved through the crowd of gossiping partygoers, glancing left and right to try to find Becca. His suit was uncomfortably wet, chafing against his skin as he walked—even his socks were wet—and he really just wanted to find Becca so he could call Happy to take them back to the Tower.

He wasn’t worried about her or about them getting separated—it made some sense.

When the alarm went off, he’d been on the dance floor and had gotten swept out the west fire exit with a group of others who’d been on the dance floor, while he presumed the people at the bar had been led out of the north exit.

He just needed to find someone who knew where the groups of evacuees that had been at the bar had been sent, so that he could find Becca.

The loud blaring of the fire alarm, coupled with the ringing sirens of emergency services, were loud enough to drown out anything Clint or Becca might’ve tried to say to him over the comms, and there’d been something about the building that interfered with their connection in the first place, so he couldn’t even call her, anyway.

A little annoyed, he pulled his phone from his pocket. He exhaled in relief when he noticed he had full bars, and he could text her despite whatever was blocking their comms; although he didn’t expect a response immediately—her phone was in her purse, and Steve wasn’t sure if she’d have thought to grab it off the bar when they were being ushered outside.

‘Nothing’s wrong,’ he told himself sternly as he walked around the building slowly, coming across several more groups of guests, none of which contained Becca. ‘She’ll be somewhere around the corner, chatting up Beckers like nothing’s wrong.’

Besides, he reasoned, it wasn’t like she’d activated any of the distress signals Tony had built into her bracelet, earrings, or shoes.

There was probably a really good reason he hadn’t found her yet.

Maybe she was running around the building trying to find him.

Maybe she’d been taken into an ambulance because she was pregnant, to be checked for smoke inhalation, to make sure everything was okay.

He’d find her.

He rounded another corner and breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted Beckers, facing Steve and talking to a woman with messy dark hair and a long, one-shoulder dress, who stood with her back to Steve.

Becca.

He exhaled sharply in relief and rushed forward, grasping at the woman’s shoulder and turning her around. “Becca,” he said in a rush, “I’ve been looking everywhere—”

He stopped short as the woman, who was taller than Becca, now that he looked closer, and very much not pregnant, blinked at him in surprise. “Sorry,” he said in an exhale, letting go of her immediately. “I thought you were…” He turned to Beckers, who was also regarding him with wide eyes, and demanded, “You were talking to my friend, earlier, before the alarm. Have you seen her? Did she come outside with you?”

“I can’t say that I have,” Beckers replied, looking convincingly puzzled. “She went to the bathroom shortly before the alarm went off, said something about the baby standing on her bladder. I didn’t see her again. Perhaps she is with another group?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, breathless, dread coiling in the pit of his stomach. “Yeah, probably.”

He turned away and looked around, feeling a little helpless when he still didn’t see her. His hands were trembling a little as he pulled out his phone again.

The message he’d sent to Becca was still unread.

“Fuck,” he said softly, before thumbing through his contacts until he found the one labelled ‘Sugar Daddy’—Tony thought he was funny—and pressed call.

“Spangles,” Tony crowed when he picked up. “What’s going on? Leave it up to you to ruin a perfectly good party by setting the building on fire, honestl—”

“Tony,” Steve interrupted impatiently. “Look, I’m—I’m probably overreacting. It’s pretty chaotic out here, but can you… Can you just have J.A.R.V.I.S. ping Becca’s tracker? I can’t find her, and… God, maybe we’re both trying to find each other and keep missing each other, but—for my peace of mind, can you just—”

“Yeah,” Tony said, and Steve could tell he was trying to sound calm. “Yeah, I got this.”

It only took a few seconds, but in those few seconds, the blaring fire alarm finally cut out, and Steve’s ears were ringing in the silence, his own breath absurdly loud in his ears, before Tony said, “Cap… Steve. Her trackers are all offline.”

The bottom of his stomach fell away.

There wasn’t a way to accidentally disable the subdermal trackers—they had to be cut out and smashed.

“Call in everyone,” he told Tony automatically, unthinkingly, swerving around to survey the crowd again, trying to see if Clint—probably still in disguise—was among them. “I’ll get Clint, we'll canvas the building and the streets, then get back to the Tower ASAP. Maybe she’s just… just around somewhere, or in the building still.”

“Steve,” Tony said, voice low and distressed, and Steve’s stomach twisted.

“I know,” he said shortly. “I know. Get the others.”

“Yeah,” Tony said shakily. “Yeah.”

He hung up and Steve looked around again. How the hell had this night gone so wrong so fast? And who the hell would want to kidnap Becca, of all people, at a gala with a guest list filled with foreign dignitaries and New York’s rich and famous?

And, Steve swallowed thickly, what would they do to her?

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Never Feel Alone:

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Decisions: (1)

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(1) (2)

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Starting Over:

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)

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Next Stop, Everywhere

Chapter 13: The Shakespeare Code

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: Female OC x 10th Doctor

(Minerva’s face claim: Victoria Camacho)

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Chapter summary: The Doctor and Minerva and take Martha to meet the one and only Shakespeare...and a couple of witches too.

// Story Masterlist //

"But how do you travel in time? What makes it go!?" Martha was questioning as the TARDIS shook in its violent ways as was the usual.

The Doctor, trying to 'pilot', actually jumped on the console. "Oh, let's take the fun and mystery out of everything. Martha, you don't wanna know. It just does now hold on tight!"

"Hey, she's asking some very good questions that - AH!" The TARDIS had shaken far too violently that it threw all of us down.

Once the TARDIS came to a stop, the only sound in the room was our collective jagged breathing.

"Blimey!" Martha sat upright with a laugh. She looked terrified yet fascinated - the perfect combination for someone aboard the TARDIS. "Do you have to pass a test to fly this thing?"

"Yes, and I failed it," the Doctor casually answered as he got up. He strode for the doors, licking up his trench coat on the way.

"Shocker!" I called to him while I helped Martha stand up. "How hard is it to drive a box?"

"Oi, it's a lot harder than you think," he threw me a sharp look as he fixed his coat.

"Aha...''

"Now make the most of it, Martha. You get one trip and one trip only," he explained once Martha and I joined him at the doors.

"I don't think she needs a reminder," I said serious, really not liking the way he said that. I knew he didn't want a replacement for Rose but did he really have to remind Martha about this one-trip deal? Martha wasn't at fault for the unfortunate ending of Rose.

"Where are we?" Martha asked as soon as we stepped out.

We were in an Elizabethan street in the dark night. People were off and about in their errands in the old street, not even realizing we'd literally came out of a box.

"Oh you're kidding me!" Martha gasped, "You're so kidding me!"

"We're really not," I chuckled at her. Her eyes looked ready to pop from her eyes. I wondered of this is what I (and Rose) looked like to the Doctor when we took our first trip.

"We actually time traveled! Where are we? No, sorry-" Martha shook her head, unaware that she was rambling too fast to properly understand her questions. "I gotta get used to this whole new language! When are we?"

"Hey, she sounds just like you now," I nudged the Doctor.

"Ha, ha," he rolled his eyes. He suddenly pulled Martha back as man above dumped out something from a bucket.

"Mind the loo!" the man yelled.

I stared in disgust, "Apparently we're somewhere before the invention of a toilet."

"I've seen worse. I've worked the late night shift at AE," Martha shrugged, not at all perturbed.

We smiled and continued to walk. However, she lingered behind a bit.

"But are we safe?" she made us turn around, "Can we move around and stuff?"

"Of course we can. Why do you ask?" the Doctor seemed somewhat confused as he looked back to the woman.

"It's like in the films. You step on a butterfly; you change the future of the human race," Martha looked around, genuinely worried.

I chuckled, "Then don't step on butterflies!"

"What have butterflies ever done to you?" the Doctor said and continued walking.

"What if, I don't know, what if I kill my grandfather?"

"You planning to?"

"No!"

"Well, then," the Doctor smiled, amused.

"This is London," Martha finally walked.

"This seems about late 1500s, right?" I asked, glancing about.

"1599 to be exact," the Doctor corrected.

"Not that far off," I said proudly, "I'm getting better at it."

"Oh, but hold on," Martha began once more, "Am I alright? I'm not gonna get carted off as a slave, am I?"

I turned around, frowning at such an idea, "Martha!"

"What?" she chuckled lightly, "Who do you think they're gonna take? The brunette with jade eyes and pop perfect peach-colored skin..." she signed, holding up her hand, "Or me?"

"They'd have to take us both of us," I moved beside her, "Because I wouldn't let anyone take my friend. And in any case, he's not even human," I gestured to the Doctor.

"Elizabethan England is not so different from your time," he explained, "Look, they even got recycling."

"So you two just...time travel?" she asked, glancing between us.

"Yup," the Martian and I answered.

"...together?"

"Okay, see, that right there," I pointed as I left her and moved up to the Doctor. We both shared an agreeing nod then turned to Martha. "Why does everyone ask that in that tone?"

"Mhm," the Doctor hummed in agreement.

"I don't get it."

"Do you think it has something to do with us?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, "How we interact? Or...I don't know," I scratched my head.

Martha raised a hand, as if to be picked on for the correct answer, "I don't know, it's just a bit...odd, that's all."

The Doctor and I shared a glance, before I spoke to Martha, "What is? The time travel, or the man and woman's friendship? If I were you, I'd go with the time travel."

"Humans," the Doctor shook his head, earning a whack from me.

"Okay, okay, I get it," Martha gestured with her hands, "I should be focusing on the whole time travel business. But cut me some slack," she walked up to us, "A couple of hours ago I thought you," she pointed to me, "were a school volunteer and you," she pointed to the Doctor, "were just a patient."

"Well I was, but then he," I gestured to the alien, "stuck his nose into my school work and found the hospital which apparently had plasma coils."

"Excuse me, I did not stick my nose into your work," the Doctor said defensively.

"Yeah, then what we're you doing reading my English journal?"

"...I got curious," he mumbled.

"And then I'm the one that causes trouble!"

"Leonardo Da Vinci," he spat, having the audacity to even be irritated.

" Oh, we're on that page, are we Martian?"

"What happened with Leonardo Da Vinci!? What? What?" Martha, excitedly, asked.

"Martha, there's one thing you have to know if you're going to travel with the Doctor. It's okay for all the women to fall for him but god forbid that one man falls for you."

"That's not true!" the Doctor was quick to yell.

"The painter had a crush on me," I explained, ignoring the Martian for the moment, "He wanted to paint me but the idiot over here ruined it and now the painter hates us...well, him more than me. There was a lot of running around that city."

"He was twice your age!"

"Says the man that's 903 years old!"

"You're 903 years old?" Martha blinked, staring at him in awe.

He looked between us, lost for words for either cause until, "Yes, but...Minerva!"

"Those women were what, 25? Maybe 30?" I raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk on my face as I knew I had won.

"So I get protective of my friends, is that a crime?"

"Well he's got you there," Martha nodded.

"Yes, okay," I agreed, "But, there is a difference between protective and overprotective. And you," I pointed to the Doctor, "have surpassed that difference."

He opened his mouth to retaliate when Martha's hand covered his, which I took as an advantage and opened my mouth to continue...when her other hand covered mine, "Are we just going to argue all night?" she asked, looking between us, "Because I'd really like to see something in this trip."

The Doctor pushed her hand down and nodded, "Yeah, of course we are," he turned and walked ahead.

"Sorry," I linked arms with her and followed the Doctor, "We tend to do that a lot, lately."

"No worries, you should see my brother and sister when they get started," she shook her head.

"If I'm right, we're just down the river by Southwark right next to..." the Doctor pulled us towards the corner of the street and turned us to find a...building? "Oh, yes, the Globe Theatre!" He exclaimed, "Brand new. Just opened. Though, strictly speaking, it's not a globe ; it's tetradecagon-14 sides-containing the man himself."

My mouth fell slightly open, "Do you mean Shakespeare is in there?"

"Oh yes!"

"Oh my god..." Martha looked as if she had just won the lottery, "He's really in there!"

"Would you ladies accompany me to the theatre?" he held out his arms for us.

Martha and I linked arms with him, "We'd love to!" I answered.

"Martha, you can tell everyone you've seen Shakespeare when you get home," he said as we walked for the theater.

"Then I could get sectioned!" she exclaimed then laughed.

~0~

I don't think I've ever been so excited for a play. But it was just so amazing...and written by Shakespeare! I loved his plays! And it was mighty surprising that the Doctor managed to get through the entire play quietly. Usually he'd make remarks about whatever play we were seeing - I still hadn't forgiven him for ruining Othello - but this time, his lips were sealed.

"That's amazing! Just amazing," Martha praised when the play had finished and the actors were taking their bows. "It's worth putting up with the smell. And those are men dressed as women, yeah?"

"London never changes," the Doctor replied.

"Forget that, I wanna see Shakespeare!" I exclaimed, frantically searching for the man.

"Me too!" cried Martha, "Author! Author!" she chanted with her fist in the air, "Do people shout that? Do they shout 'Author'?"

A man beside us picked up her chant and soon, the whole audience picked it up.

"I guess they do now," I laughed, joining in on the chant as well.

And finally, the man of the hour emerged on stage, taking his bows and blowing kisses.

"It's Shakespeare!" I exclaimed, beaming, "It's really him!"

"Now there's a genius! The genius!" the Doctor said, "The most human Human that's ever been. Now we're gonna hear him speak. He always choose a the best words. New, beautiful, brilliant words.

"Shut your big fat mouths!" Shakespeare yelled, sending the audience into laughter.

"Oh, well..." the Doctor frowned, disappointed.

I smiled, "Well they do say never meet your heroes."

"And yet, you're here," he reminded.

"I said I love the man's work, I never said he was my hero," I countered.

"You have excellent taste!" Shakespeare continued, "I'll give you that. I know what you're all saying. 'Loves Labor's Lost', that's a funny ending, isn't it? It just stops! Will the boys get the girls? Well don't get your hose in a tangle, you'll find out soon. All in good time. You don't rush a genius," he took another bow and suddenly stood right back up, almost like a jerked up, "When? Tomorrow night. Come tomorrow night for my brand new play. A sequel, no less, and I call it 'Loves Labor's Won'!"

As we exited the theater, I felt somewhat confused with Shakespeare's words. As far as I could remember, nobody in the present knew about the play he announced for tomorrow. "Uh, Doctor, I don't know if I'm right or not but...I don't really recall that new play 'Loves Labor's Won'. And I've read most of his plays..."

"It's the lost play. It doesn't exist," the Doctor replied, "It's in rumors. It's mentioned in list of his plays but never ever turns up. No one knows why."

"We could tape it," Martha suddenly said, "Sell it when we get home and make a mint."

The Doctor flatly looked at her, "No."

"That would be bad?" she asked, slowly getting it.

"Yeah."

"Um, so how come this play disappeared?" I asked, bringing their attention back.

"Well..." the Doctor looked between Martha and I, "I was just gonna give Martha a quick little trip in the TARDIS but I suppose we could stay a little longer."

I smiled at Martha, "Meaning we get to meet Shakespeare upfront."

~0~

"Hello!" the Doctor led us into the room that held the one and only, Shakespeare, "We're not interrupting, are we?"

"Oh, no, no, no, no. Who let you in? No autographs," Shakespeare was too engrossed in his writing to look up yet. "No, you can't have yourself sketched with me. And please don't ask where I get my ideas from. Thanks for the interest. Now be a good boy and shove-" He finally raised his head to give us the time of day. "Hey, nonny nonny. Sit right down here next to me," he gestured to Martha, his eyes gleaming at her, "And you two," he looked to the two men beside him, "Get sewing on them costumes. Off you go."

"Come on, lads. I think our William's found his new muse," a woman with a tray led the others out.

"Sweet lady," Shakespeare motioned for Martha to sit down. Martha smiled sheepishly and sat across his desk.

"I love your work," I walked up to his desk and plopped down beside Martha, "It's brilliant!"

He smiled, "And another sweet."

I smiled brighter, "Oh...thank you...you're very kind."

"Such unusual clothes," he observed both of us, "So...fitted."

Martha and I looked each other, examining our outfits. They were pretty normal for our time but perhaps not for the current era.

I wore a black, long-sleeved shirt tucked under a yellow and black plaid skirt with tights underneath and black flats. Martha, on the other hand, wore her party outfit that consisted of jeans, her brilliant red jacket, and a blouse underneath, with boots. Wise girl...

The Doctor moved up and held out his psychic paper to Shakespeare, "I'm sir Doctor of TARDIS and these are my companions, Minerva Souza and Martha Jones."

Shakespeare observed the paper for a moment then looked up, "Interesting, that bit of paper. It's blank."

"Oh, that's...very impressive," the Doctor blinked, looking to the paper, "That proves it. Absolute genius."

Martha took the psychic paper from the Doctor and studied it. She frowned at it seconds. "No. It says so right there. Sir Doctor, Minerva Souza, Martha Jones. It says so."

"And I say it's blank," Shakespeare smiled at her.

The Doctor took back the psychic paper, "Psychic paper. Um, long story," he frowned, glancing at me, "Oh I hate starting from scratch."

"I think it's nice," I countered, smiling at Martha, "It's refreshing to have another friend with us."

"Psychic," Shakespeare tested the word, "Never heard that before and words are my trade. Who are you? More's the point, who is your delicious blackamoor lady?"

Martha's eyes widened, "What did you say?"

"Oops...isn't that a word we use nowadays? An Ethiop girl? A swarth? A queen of Afric?"

"I can't believe I'm hearing this," Martha looked away.

"Maybe you should stop," I chuckled, "We're not from around here."

"They're from a far off land," the Doctor explained, "Freedonia."

"Excuse me!" a man barged into the room, "This is abominable behavior. A new play with no warning? I demand to see a script. As master of the Revels, every new script must be registered at my office and examined by me before it can be performed."

"Tomorrow morning, first thing, I'll send it 'round, Lynley," Shakespeare waved him off.

Lynley looked indignant, "I don't work to your schedule, you work to mine. The script, now!"

"I can't."

"Then tomorrow's performance is cancelled."

"It's all go, 'round here, isn't it?" I remarked.

"I'm returning to my office for a banning order. If it's the last thing I do, Love Labor's Won' will never be played," and with that, Lynley walked off.

"Mystery solved I guess," Martha resolved.

"I find that hard to believe," I muttered, walking for the doors.

"What?" the Doctor followed me.

I peered out into the corridor, "You're telling me 'Love's Labor's Won' is lost because of an angry boss? Please..." I scoffed.

"And why couldn't it be?"

"Have things ever gone so easy for us?" I whispered, making sure Martha or Shakespeare wouldn't hear.

He thought, already knowing the answer, "Well..."

Before he fully answered, there was a scream coming from the outside.

"There you go!" I exclaimed before running towards the scream.

We ran out into the street and saw Lynley on the ground, spitting out water.

"It's that Lynley bloke!" Martha exclaimed.

"What's wrong with him?" I frowned.

"Leave it to men, I'm a doctor," the Doctor ran for Lynley.

"Yeah, well I'm a doctor too!" Martha rushed after him, "Near enough."

With nothing to do to help, I watched over the two "doctors" that were examining Lynley. The Doctor stood around him and looked about in the street, like he was searching for something.

"Gotta get the heart going. Mr. Lynley, can you hear me?" Martha asked, "You're gonna be alright," she prepared to start mouth-to-mouth but water started pouring out from Lynley 's mouth.

"What is that?" My eyes widened in alarm.

The Doctor knelt beside Martha, "I've never seen a death like it. His lungs are full of water, he drowned and then...I don't know...like a blow to the heart, an invisible blow."

"Miss?" I called to the women of the inn. "What was your name?"

"Dolly Bailey, ma'am."

"Dolly, this man died of natural cause to the heart," I said the first words to come to mind, "Can we have some sort of officer or authority take him away?"

"Yes, ma'am," she nodded.

"I'll do it ma'am!" a young brunette girl offered and ran to do the task.

"Why did you tell them that?" Martha demanded from me, slightly irritated.

"No, she did the right thing," the Doctor nodded, "This lot still have got one foot in the Dark Ages. If we tell them the truth, they'll panic and think it was witchcraft."

"Okay, what was it then?"

"Witchcraft."

~0~

"I've got a room, Sir Doctor," Dolly Bailey smiled, "I'm afraid there's only one, however. Is that alright?"

"Just fine," the Doctor assured.

She nodded and left, leaving the Doctor, Martha, Shakespeare and myself to walk walked down the inn's corridors.

"Poor Lynley. So many strange events. Not least of all, this land of Freedonia where a woman can be a doctor?" Shakespeare looked at Martha, still bewildered.

"Where a woman can do what she likes," Martha nodded proudly, making me chuckle.

"So then, what are you?" the man moved onto me.

"Oh, I'm...more of free traveling girl," I said slowly, hoping that made sense.

"Ah..." he still eyed me, like he was just noticing something, "And you, Sir Doctor. How can a man so young have eyes so old?"

"I do a lot of reading," the Doctor shrugged.

"A trite reply. Yeah, that's what I'd do. But you," he directed himself to Martha again, "You look at him like you're surprised he exists. He's as much of a puzzle to you as he is to me. And then Miss Souza, you look at her and notice such grief in her eyes."

"That's um...that's not true," I forced a dim smile.

"I don't mistake that grief because it's the same one I share, though I assume you're not a mother..."

"God no!" I shook my head, disliking the course in which this conversation was heading for.

"Martha, why don't you take Minerva and see that room, yeah?" the Doctor suggested, already moving me ahead.

"Sure," Martha nodded and we left for that room, "That Shakespeare, huh?" she shook her head with a smile of disapproval.

"Not liking the admirer?" I joked, hoping to forget the man's words fast.

"He's...different," she laughed softly, "Really twice my age now, huh?" she chuckled.

I opened the door to our room, "You're lucky the Doctor's not on your case about it. Still, not every woman can say, 'Shakespeare likes me!'"

"Hm, not very five star," she looked around.

It was a fairly small room with one bed that seemed rather old and two night stands on either side of it. There was a wooden table in the front of the only window with legs that were ready to snap at any moment. The dresser set on the opposite side seemed alright, but I wouldn't trust that my clothes wouldn't have wooden bits if I hung them there.

I headed for the bed, jumping for it and landing on my back, "I've seen worse!"

"You have?"

I nodded as I scooted up to one of the pillows and laid my head down. "I've been on the road and sometimes...there's no motels."

"Really?" she walked up to the foot of the bed.

"Sometimes, I'd settle for the great outdoors."

"Weren't you scared?"

"You wouldn't believe how beautiful the night is when you spend it outside. My favorite place so far is this desert I spent a night in. It was...different," I smiled. I wouldn't tell her that it had been the same night I witnessed a a strange man coming out of the box of wonders after seemingly crasremembering the strange man I had seen with a box of wonders like the Doctor's.

Then again, now that I was well informed, I knew that it was the same TARDIS and it was the same man, just one regeneration later. I gotta say, now that I knew it had been a future Doctor I'd seen, I wished I could've gotten closer to see how he looked. I was only granted a small glimpse of him; he wore bow ties and had nice hair. I wish I could see him again.

But the thing that made me the happiest about that day was the fact that he had called my name out. He wanted to get back to me and that meant we still traveled together. After two regenerations we still traveled together. And on the slight chance we didn't, he was still going back for me...

"You spent a night in the desert?" Martha's eyes widened, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Who did?" the Doctor walked in.

"Minerva!"

"Really?"

"Mhm," I nodded, propping my elbows on the bed and sitting up, "Something else you don't know, it was that same desert where I saw you."

"Um...I don't suppose any of you have a toothbrush?" Martha looked between us, the thought just striking her.

"Oh, wait," the Doctor patted his pockets and pulled out a brush, "Contains Venusian spearmint."

"Oh, thanks," she took it from him, "So, who's going where? There's only one bed."

I turned to the side, snuggling into the pillow, "You two can figure it out. I'm taking this side of the bed. In any case, we could just throw the Doctor to the floor."

"Hm, or we can just throw Minerva on the floor," I heard him mutter.

"No, because then Minerva will hurt you."

"Don't worry you menace, I don't mind the floor," he assured, the sarcasm just dripping from his tongue.

"You should think I'm a menace," I warned with a smirk.

"Um, I'm gonna go and use this," Martha said, assuming she meant the brush, "And, I don't really mind where I end up," I heard her footsteps then the door shut.

A moment later, the bed shuffled. I turned to the other side and saw the Doctor laying down with his hands behind his head.

"What are you doing?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I figured if I'm not gonna sleep here, I should at least get to feel how comfortable it is."

"I was only joking, Doctor. I'll be fine anywhere," I said, moving to sit up.

"No, don't worry about it," he stopped me. I laid back on the pillow, watching him in his thoughts, "I'm sorry for what Shakespeare said to you."

" Huh? Why are you sorry? Wait, what's there to be sorry about in the first place?" I frowned, severely confused.

"And I'm sorry for being so protective of you because you're right, I am overprotective," he shifted to his side, leaving us face to face, "I shouldn't be but I am."

"You know, Shakespeare is like twice the age Martha is, why haven't you acted the same?"

"Because I don't know her and frankly, as rude as it may sound, I don't care," he admitted, and it did sound rude but I awaited for him to explain himself before I snapped at him, "Minerva, I feel like you've been hurt enough and I took it upon myself to make sure that nothing and no one hurts you again."

That damn Martian always manages to escape that scold, doesn't he? I had to smile at him. "That's very sweet of you but I'm okay now. I've got a really good friend with me that makes me happy. Plus, I'm pretty sure Da Vinci wouldn't have hurt me. He just wanted to paint me."

He leaned closer and whispered, "Twice your age and never gonna happen."

"903 and alien," I reminded, "What would those women say, hm?"

"Nothing because they'd be too focused on my looks!"

I laughed, "And the ego rises to incredible levels! Focus on the problem at hand instead!"

"Yeah alright," he said and I assumed the only reason he moved on was to avoid bickering with me. Smart move. "Well, for starters, there is such a thing as psychic energy but a human couldn't channel it like that. Not without a generator the size of a Taunton and I think we've have spotted that."

"Maybe it's not human then," I offered the only logical reason.

"We're missing something, Minerva. Something really close, staring me right in the face and I can't see it."

"I...I don't know," I mumbled, feeling slightly lost in his eyes after he'd shifted closer. I never realized how deeply brown his eyes were. He always moved too fast for me to notice anything about his physical features on a deeper level. "Perhaps-"

"Rose would know," he said, oblivious to what I was thinking. Of course he'd be. "She'd say exactly the right thing."

Even though I tried hiding it, I had to frown, "Was she the only one who would said 'exactly the right thing'?"

"She'd definitely have the right words to calm to my ego," he chuckled, "She'd know what to do next."

"Only one, huh," I turned away from him, very irritated. Nice to know my input mattered to him, "Goodnight."

It doesn't even matter if Rose is stuck in another dimension. All my clever ideas, my words and ways would never suffice in comparison to Rose's. I would still and probably always be second best for him.

~0~

It was the middle of the night when we heard a shout from outside. I jumped out of bed and the Doctor already half way to the door. Martha and I quickly ran after him and entered Shakespeare's room to see Dolly Bailey on the floor, unconscious. Martha ran to the window while the Doctor ran to the woman.

"Her heart gave out. She died of fright," he looked up.

"She's dead?" I blinked, glancing to Shakespeare who was just waking up on his desk.

"Minerva? Doctor?" Martha called from the window.

"What is it?" I walked towards her.

"What did you see?" the Doctor asked.

"A witch."

"Oh, sweet Dolly Bailey," Shakespeare sighed, making us turn to him, "She sat out three bouts of the plague in this place. We all ran like rats. But what could have scared her so? She had such enormous spirit."

"Rage, rage, against the dying of the light," the Doctor walked back to the desk.

"I might use that."

"You can't. It's someone else's.."

"You know," I began thinking, looking straight to Shakespeare, "Lynley and Dolly both died the same day and they were both connected to you. That's a bit strange."

"Are you accusing me?" He quickly jumped on it with alarm.

"No," I shook my head, "It's just strange."

"Yeah, and I saw a witch out there," Martha pointed, "And you've written about witches."

"I have? When was that?" Shakespeare asked, confused.

"Not, not quite yet," the Doctor whispered to Martha,

"Peter Streete spoke of witches," Shakespeare announced.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Our builder. He sketched the plans to the Globe."

"The Architect. Hold on," the Doctor smiled, "The architect! The Globe! Come on!"

~0~

"What exactly are we doing?" Martha inquired once we were near the stage.

I took a seat on the edge of the stage, letting my legs dangle below, "Not exactly sure, but I'm guessing we're about to find out.

"Why are we here?" Shakespeare asked, "I do not understand."

The Doctor had brought us to the Globe Theater with no explanation whatsoever. We watched from the stage as he looked round and round. It was his thought process only it was on speed. He was striding from one place to another, mumbling things under his breath.

"Is he ever going to talk to us?" Martha asked me after a few minutes passed by.

"It's just his way," I whispered. We watched for a bit more until he finally started asking questions out loud.

"The columns there, right?" he began, "14 sides. I've always wondered but I never asked...tell me, Will, why 14 sides?"

"It was the shape Peter Street thought best, that's all. Said it carried the sound well," Shakespeare responded.

"Why does that ring a bell? 14..."

"There are 14 lines a sonnet," Martha offered.

"So there is. Good point. Words and shapes following the same design. 14 lines, 14 sides, 14 facets...oh my head. Tetradecagon...think, think, think! Words, letter, numbers, lines!"

"This is just a theater!" Shakespeare exclaimed.

"Now hold on," I raised a finger, "A theater could hold much power if the right words are said. Capture the moment and capture the audience," the Doctor pointed to me, agreeing. I smiled, proudly.

"It's like your police box!" Martha exclaimed, "Small wooden box with all that power inside."

"Did I mention I like both of you?" he stopped pacing, "Tell you what, though. Peter Street would know. Can I talk to him?"

"You won't get an answer," Shakespeare shook his head, "A month after finish this place...he lost his mind."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Started raving about witches, hearing voices, babbling. His mind was addled."

"Well, where is he now?" the Doctor asked.

"Bedlam."

"What's Bedlam?" Martha questioned.

"Hospital. It's the madhouse."

"Well I'll tell you one thing," I hopped off the stage, "Suddenly he's not looking so mad now, is he?"

"We need to go there. Let's go," the Doctor walked for the exit.

"Wait! I'm coming with you. I want to witness this at first hand!" Shakespeare cried, rushing to follow us. When he caught up, he wasted no time in flirting around with Martha.

"Do you really think Peter will talk to us?" I asked the Doctor, giving Martha and Shakespeare an occasional look back. Martha seemed very much entertained, although not very approving.

"It's like you said," the Doctor replied, "He might not be that mad."

"I was only suggesting..."

"But you're usually right."

"I am, aren't I?" I smiled.

"Whoah, Nelly!" we heard Martha, "I know for a fact you've got a wife in the country!"

"But Martha, this is Town," Shakespeare reasoned.

"Okay, come on, we can all have a good flirt later," the Doctor looked back.

"Is that a promise, Doctor?" Shakespeare smirked.

"Oh, 57 academics just punched the air," the Doctor frowned as I laughed softly, "Now move!"

~0~

This building was horrible. We passed what seemed like an endless amount of cells with patients who were nowhere near any humane care. All the screams and cries from the 'patients' were so heartbreaking. At least to me anyways because others...well...

"Does my lord, Doctor, wish some entertainment while he waits?" the jailer guiding us asked, "I'd whip these madmen. They'll put on a good show for ya!"

"No, I don't!" the Doctor snapped.

"Wait here, my lords, while I make him decent for the ladies," the jailer went off.

"This place is disgusting," I spat, "And I'm not talking smell-wise. How could people actually whip these, 'patients'-" I put my fingers in quotation marks, "-to entertain the public?" I shot look at Shakespeare, "You put your friend in here?"

"Oh, and it's all so different in Freedonia?" he raised an eye brow.

"But you're clever!" Martha exclaimed, "Do you honestly think this place is any good?"

"I've been mad. I've lost my mind. Fear of this place set me right again. It serves its purpose."

"Mad in what way?" I asked, fairly intrigued.

"You lost your son," the Doctor said softly.

"My only boy," Shakespeare looked down, "The Black Death took him. I wasn't even there."

"We didn't know," Martha shook her head, "Sorry."

"It made me question everything. The futility of this fleeting existence. To be or not to be...oh, that's quite good."

"You should write it down," I pointed, smiling.

"Hm," he considered it, "A bit pretentious?"

"This way, my lord!" the jailer called us.

We walked up to the cell and waited for it to be unlocked, "They can be dangerous, my lord. Don't know their own strength." the jailer opened it up.

"I think it helps if you don't whip them!" the Doctor said, fairly annoyed, "Now get out!"

"That's Peter?" I pointed to the man sitting against the wall, his legs in front of his chest and head covered with his arms.

"He's the same as he was. You'll get nothing out of him," Shakespeare said, staying back.

"Peter?" the Doctor slowly approached him, even placing his hand over Peter's shoulder, "Peter?" Peter looked up, completely silent. The Doctor placed his fingertips on the sides of Peter's temples, "Peter, I'm the Doctor. Go into the past, one year ago. Let your mind go back, back to when everything was fine and shining. Everything that happened in this year since happened to somebody else. It was just a story. A winter's tale. Let go. Listen. That's it, just let go," Peter lied down on his cot, "Tell me the story, Peter. Tell me about the witches."

"Witches spoke to Peter. In the night, they whispered. Got Peter to build the Globe to their design. Their design! The 14 walls; always 14. When the work was done..." Peter laughed, "They sapped poor Peter's wits."

"Where did Peter see the witches? Where in the city?" the Doctor crouched beside him, "Peter, tell me. You've got to tell me where were they?"

"All Hallows Street."

"Too many words," an old lady suddenly appeared beside the Doctor. Quickly, he moved back to where we were.

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded.

"Just one touch of the heart," she ignored me, laying her hand on Peter's chest.

"No!" the Doctor yelled.

But Peter shrieked and died in less than a second.

"Witch! I'm seeing a witch!" Shakespeare cried.

"Oh, oh, I'll stop your frantic hearts. Poor, fragile mortals," the woman turned around.

"Let us out! Let us out!" Martha turned to the door, struggling to open it.

"I don't think that's gonna work," I said, looking back, "We're in a madhouse. Everyone wants to get out."

"Who will die first, hm?" the woman pointed at us.

"Well, if you're looking for volunteers," the Doctor walked towards her without a moment's thought.

"Doctor don't! Don't you dare!" I yelled at him but he kept going. Of course he would!

"No mortal has power over me," the woman laughed, wickedly.

"Oh but there's a power in words. If I can find the right one...if I can just know you..." the Doctor stopped a few inches away from the old woman.

"None on Earth has knowledge of us," the woman assured.

"Then it's a good thing I'm here! Now think, think, think...Humanoid female, uses shapes and words to channel energy...ah, 14! That's it! 14! The 14 stars of the Rexel planetary configuration! Creature, I name you Carrionite!"

And just like that, she disappeared, crying out.

"What did you do?" I asked, confused just like everyone else was.

"I named her. The power of a name. That's old magic," he turned around with his usual grin on his face.

"But there's no such thing as magic," Martha stated.

"Well it's just a different sort of science. You lot, you chose mathematics. Given the right string of numbers, the right equation, you can split the atom. Carrionites use words instead."

"Use words for what?" Shakespeare asked.

"The end of the world."

"We should go," Martha said, "I don't think I want to spend another minute here."

When the jailer hurried on back and let us out, we walked with a hasty speed.

"I never wanna come back here," I muttered, almost shuddering.

"Hopefully, we won't," the Doctor said. I smacked him without even looking at him and took pleasure when he cried in pain. "What was that for!?" he frowned.

"For scaring me out of my wits!"

"Wha - I wasn't gonna actually die..."

"But I didn't know that! Next time, a little warning would be nice."

"Alright, sorry. "

"So what about these Carrionites?" Martha questioned, moving beside us, "What are they?"

"The Carrionites disappeared way back at the dawn of the universe," the Doctor explained, "Nobody was sure if they were real or legend."

"Well, I'm going for real," Shakespeare nodded.

"But what do they want now?" I asked.

"A new empire on Earth. A world of bones and blood and witchcraft."

"But how?" Martha asked, not sure if to herself or for us.

"I'm looking at the man with the words," the Doctor looked straight at Shakespeare.

"But I've done nothing!" he cried, indignantly.

"What were you doing last night when the Carrionite was in the room?" I asked, suddenly thinking.

"Finishing the play."

"What happens on the last page?" the Doctor questioned.

"The boys get the girls. They have a bit of a dance. It's all as funny and thought provoking as usual, except those last few lines..." he paused, "Funny thing is, I don't actually remember writing them."

"That's it. They used you. They gave you the final words. Like a spell, like a code. 'Love's Labor Won', it's a weapon!" the Doctor exclaimed, "The right combinations of words, spoken at the right place with the shape of the Globe as an energy converter! The play's the thing! And yes, you can have that."

Shakespeare smiled, amused. "Very well."

We returned to Shakespeare's room and grabbed a map of the town. They placed it on the desk and began studying it for the street that Peter has given us.

"There it is," Martha pointed, "But...what now?"

"We're gonna track them down," the Doctor said, glancing to Shakespeare, "Will, you get to the Globe. Whatever you do, stop that play!"

"I'll do it!" he shook the Doctor's hand, "All these years I've been the cleverest man around. Next to you, I know nothing."

"Now don't complain," I smiled.

"I'm not. It's marvelous. Good luck, Doctor!"

"Good luck, Shakespeare," the Doctor replied, motioning for Martha and I to head for the door, "Once more unto the breach!"

"I like that. Wait a minute...that's one of mine!" Shakespeare exclaimed.

I chuckled, "I think you just made his day."

"Oh, c'mon!" the Doctor rushed out.

~0~

As we approached All Hallows Street, we looked around at the houses but found ourselves lost for which one it could be.

"This might take a little longer," I frowned, peering into a corner.

"Sorry, but there's something I think I'm missing here," Martha stopped walking, "Last time I remember, the world didn't end in 1599. I'm still here. And so is Minerva."

"Oh, how to explain the mechanics of the infinite temporal flux?" the Doctor threw his head back, thinking for a moment, "Oh! I know! 'Back to the Future'! It's just like that!"

"The film?"

"No, the novelization. Yes, the film!" he snapped, "Marty McFly goes back and changes history."

"And he starts fading away..." Martha whispered, 'Oh my God, are we gonna fade?"

"You two and the entire future of the human race. It ends right now in 1599 if we don't stop it."

"Oh great, and I had so many plans," I frowned.

"We need to find that house," the Doctor looked around, "But which one?"

Suddenly, a door to a house ahead of us opened up.

"I...think we found it..." I pointed a shaky finger at the house. Witches. These were actual witches we were going to go face off...

We headed for the house and as soon as we entered we found a familiar brunette woman standing across from us. It was the same young woman that had been there when Shakespeare's boss had died.

"I take it we're expected," the Doctor looked at the woman."

"Oh, I think Death has been waiting for you a very long time," she smiled, almost taunting him.

"Right then, it's my turn," Martha stepped forth, "I know how to do this. I name thee, Carrionite!" she pointed to the girl but she remained standing, "What did I do wrong? Was it the finger?"

"The power of a name works only once. Observe," the girl pointed at Martha, "I gaze upon this bag of bones and now I name thee Martha Jones."

Martha fell to the ground in that instant. I almost lost it and rushed to her side. "Martha!" I glared up at the girl who couldn't be more smug. "What did you do?"

"Only sleeping, alas. Curious, the name has less impact. She's somehow out of her time. And as for you," She now pointed at me, "For the one that called herself Joy-"

"We have done enough of this," the Doctor cut her off, "What are you doing here?"

The girl, scowling at being cut off, turned to him with a pointing finger, "Well, I guess you'll be next. Now you, Sir Doctor." She paused, seeming confused, "Oh...fascinating. With you, there is no name. Why would a man hide his title in such despair? Oh, but look. There's still one word with the power that aches."

"The naming won't work on me."

"But your heart grows cold. The north wind blows and carries down the distant..." she leaned closer, a smirk playing on her lips, "Rose."

That set him off. He angrily marched up to her, "Oh, big mistake 'cause that name keeps me fighting! The Carrionites vanished!"

"The Eternals found the right word to banish us into deep darkness."

"And how did you escape?"

"New words. New and glittering from a mind like no other."

"Shakespeare," I whispered in realization.

"His son perished. The grief of a genius."

"Of course, when someone you love dies, your words become powerful," I mumbled.

"Spoken by one that knows the pain," she remarked, making me quiet down immediately.

"Shut up," I muttered, keeping Martha's head off the ground.

"Behold, the one who could not forgive and lost a certain...Liv."

My eyes shot up, and I assumed the anger I felt flourish through my body was the same one that the Doctor felt when the stupid witch brought up Rose. "Shut up!" I jumped up to my feet. ""You better shut your mouth before I shut it for you!"

The Doctor grabbed my arm, pulling me back to his side. "What is that?"

"It's nothing," I tried charging for the girl but he had a good hold on my arm.

"Uh, yeah, definitely nothing. How many of you are there?" he demanded from the girl.

"Start with your name so that I know who I'll hurt," I spat.

She glared, "Just the three. I am Lilith. But the play shall restore the rest. Then the human race will be purged as pestilence. And from this world we will lead the universe back to the old ways of blood and magic."

"Hmm...busy schedule...but first you gotta get past me," the Doctor met her face to face.

"Oh, that should be a pleasure considering my enemy has such a handsome shape," she smirked, running her fingers along his face.

I glared, and when I caught myself I shook my head of it. What was that!?

"Now, that's one form of magic that's definitely not gonna work on me," he said, serious, and to his credit he only seemed irritated she was touching him.

"Oh, we'll see," she pulled a lock of his hair and backed away to the window.

"What did you do!?" he quickly flung his hands to his head.

"Souvenir!"

"Well, give it back!" He rushed after her but she flew out through the window, levitating herself outside.

"Now that's just cheating," he stopped at the windowsill.

I knelt down to Martha, seeing she was waking up again, "Martha? Are you alright now?" I sat her up, "Martha?" I looked back to the pair across from us.

All I saw was the Doctor letting out a shrill cry before falling to the floor. Quickly, I moved to his side, Martha right behind me.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed, laying him on his back with the help of Martha, "Martha?"

"I've got it!" she listened to his heartbeat, "Hold on, mister." She sat him up, "Two hearts?"

"You're making a habit of this," he moved to stand. When he did, he nearly fell again if Martha and I hadn't caught him, "I've only got one heart working! How do you people cope?" he looked between us.

"'Cause we're not aliens!" I exclaimed, "We're just that good!"

He rolled his eyes, "I've got to get the other one started. Hit me! Hit me on the chest!" Martha did as told, "Ah! Other side!" This time, I hit him, "On the back! On the back!" Martha went again. "Left a bit!" she moved to the left, "Ah, lovely," we let him go and he stood perfectly, "There we go! Ba-da-boom! Well, what are you standing there for?" he looked between us, "Come on! The Globe!"

And we ran again. We were running down the street when he made a turn that we had not made before. I stopped running, out of breath, "We're going the wrong way!" I yelled.

"No, we're not!" he continued. I rolled my eyes and waited just a moment. He ran back and passed me, "We're going the wrong way!"

"You don't say?" I sarcastically gasped and rushed after him.

We stopped in front of the theater which held a red glow shinning up to the sky, Inside, the audience was screaming and scrambling to get out.

"What now?" Martha exclaimed.

"Back door!" the Doctor ordered, and we rushed again.

We ran in through the backstage and found Shakespeare rubbing his head.

"Stop the play! I think that was it," the Doctor rushed up to him, "Yeah, I said, 'Stop the play'!"

"I hit my head!"

"Yeah, don't rub it, you'll go bald," the Doctor muttered. He turned at the sound of the screams that were growing louder, "I think that's my cue!" he ran to the stage.

"Not much of a people person right now, is he?" Martha asked, going to help Shakespeare.

I sighed, "He's a bit busy."

We both helped Shakespeare onto the stage where all the chaos was centered.

"Come on, Will! History needs you!" the Doctor grabbed him.

"But what can I do?" Shakespeare asked, helpless.

"Reverse it!"

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"The shape of the Globe gives words power, but you're the wordsmith, the one true genius. The only man clever enough to do it!"

"But what words? I have none ready!"

"You're William Shakespeare!" I reminded, "You always have the right words."

"But these Carrionite phrases, they need such precision!" he shook his head, "I'm not sure if I can do this..."

"Trust yourself," I smiled, "Your words are perfect."

"You think so?"

I nodded, "Didn't I say? I loved all your work."

He smiled, looking out to the audience and sky, "Close up this den of hateful, dire decay! Decomposition of your witches' plot! You thieve my brains, consider me your toy. My doting Doctor tells me I am not! Foul Caionite spectres, cease your show! Between the points..." he glanced at the Doctor.

"7-6-1-3-9-0!" the Doctor yelled.

"7-6-1-3-9-0!" And banished like a tinker's cuss, I saw to thee..." He looked to the Doctor for help again.

"Expelliarmus!" Martha suddenly shouted.

"Expelliarmus!" the Doctor joined.

"Expelliarmus!" I yelled afterwards.

"Expelliarmus!" Shakespeare finished it off.

"The deep darkness! They are consumed! Ahh!" Lilith screamed as she and the rest of her kind were sucked up into the cloud...but along with them went every script and copy of the play.

"The play..." I said, sadly, my curiosity of its words getting the best of me.

When the audience saw everything gone, they erupted into applauds and cheers. The Doctor took a bow, as if he were part of the play. The rest of the actors returned and also took their bows.

"They think it was all special effects," Martha looked around.

"Your effect is special indeed," Shakespeare glanced at her.

"Oh Shakespeare," I shook my head, "So many words and so not the right ones..."

~0~

"Okay, I just drank something and it tasted really good...but I don't know what it was," I plopped down in one of the theater's audience seat. Martha and Shakespeare laughed, both sitting on the edge of the stage, "I mean it. Perhaps the Doctor is right...I shouldn't drink everything offered to me."

"Good props store back there! I'm not sure about this though..." the Doctor walked onto the stage wearing a ruff collar and a skull in hand, "Reminds me of a Sycorax. Whaddya think Minerva?"

"Kind of," I shrugged.

"Sycorax. Nice word. I'll have that off you as well," Shakespeare said.

"Copyright it," I joked, earning back a smile from the Martian.

"How's your head?" He walked over to the pair.

"Still aching," Shakespeare sighed.

"Here, I got you this," the Doctor removed his collar and placed it around Shakespeare's neck, "Neck brace. Wear that for a few days till it's better."

I smiled, "Although, it does suit you. Might wanna keep it."

"What about the play?" Martha asked.

"Gone. I looked all over, every single copy of Love Labor's Won went up in the sky," the Doctor shrugged.

"My lost masterpiece," Shakespeare frowned.

"You could write it up again," Martha offered.

"Better not. There's still power in those words," the Doctor pointed, "Maybe it should best stay forgotten."

"I've got new ideas," Shakespeare announced, smiling, "Perhaps it's time I wrote about fathers and sons. In memory of my boy; my precious Hamnet."

"Hamnet?" I repeated.

"That's him."

"Hamnet?" I raised an eye brow.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing," I held up my hands in defense, leaning back on my seat, "Nothing..."

"Anyways, time we were off. I've got a nice attic in the TARDIS where this lot can scream for all eternity," the Doctor held up the Carrionites' crystal, "And we've gotta take Martha back to Freedonia..."

My smile slightly faded. I didn't really like the idea of that.

"You mean travel on through time and space," Shakespeare corrected.

"You what?" the Doctor blinked, definitely not expecting that.

"You're from another world like the Carrionites and Martha and Minerva are from the future. It's not hard to work out."

The Doctor remained in place, dumbfounded, "That's...incredible. You are incredible."

"We're alike in many ways, Doctor. Martha, let me say goodbye to you in a new verse," he took Martha's hand, "A sonnet for my Dark Lady. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate-"

"Will! Will!" one of the actors ran in, "You'll never believe it! She's here! She's turned up!"

"We're talk of the town!" another actor exclaimed, 'She heart about last night! She wants us to perform it again!"

"Who?" I asked.

"Her Majesty! She's here!"

And then, Queen Elizabeth I herself walked in! My mouth nearly hit the ground from excitement.

"Oh my god!" I cried happily, almost jumping my place. The Doctor held a hand out for me to take and get on stage. "Doctor, it's her! It's a Queen! She's a Queen! She's Queen Elizabeth!"

"I know!" the Doctor exclaimed and I dared to think we were sharing the same stupid grins on our faces. I'd have to ask Martha later on. "Queen Elizabeth I!"

However, when the Queen looked at us both her entire face fell into a deep fury. "Doctor!"

She, on the other hand, did not look so pleased to see him, "Doctor!"

"What?" the Doctor asked, slightly taken back.

"Uh...she looks mad. Doctor she looks mad - why?" I grabbed his arm, shaking him a bit until he shoved my hand off.

"Minerva, quit that!"

"Minerva?" the Queen suddenly glared at me now. "You're Minerva?"

"...I'm afraid to answer..." I admitted and might have grabbed onto the Doctor's arm again, this time out of fear. She looked infuriated with us - the both of us! I've never even met the woman!

"My sworn enemies!" she raged as loud as the wind would carry her voice.

"What!?" the Doctor blinked.

"What is she-"

"Off with their heads!"

"WAIT-" I exclaimed in utter shock but Elizabeth seemed like she'd already decided this a long time ago.

"Off with their heads!"

"Uuh...should we maybe run?" Martha called from below.

"M-Martha makes a good point, Doctor..." I pulled back a step but Elizabeth seemed to have found yet another reason to be angry.

"Martha Jones!?"

Martha froze like a deer caught in headlights.

"She just started traveling with us! Doctor! What did you do!?" I turn on the Time Lord fast, having half a mind to throw him to the Queen so Martha and I could make a run for it. (We'd eventually come back for him with the TARDIS...)

"RUN!" Martha had the good sense to yell at us.

"Right, argue later! C'mon!" I grabbed the Doctor's hand and ran us down the stage, leaving Martha to follow us.

"Stop that pernicious travelers!" We heard Elizabeth yell from behind.

"What just happened!?" Martha was probably scared but she was laughing like she couldn't believe it...and truthfully neither could we.

"No idea! We've never even met her!" the Doctor exclaimed.

"She sure seems to know all of us, though! Way to go you idiot!"

"She called your name too, let's not forget! How do I know it wasn't your fault!?"

"Because it's never my fault!"

"Oh!"

"You guys are hilarious!" Martha said as we reached the TARDIS.

We anxiously waited for the Doctor to unlock it. Elizabeth's guards were incredibly fast.

"You think maybe we could just talk - AH!" I ducked down the moment I saw an incoming arrow. It hit the TARDIS instead but it wasn't the last one coming for us.

"IN!" the Doctor grabbed my arm and shoved me inside. He quickly ran inside and closed the doors, making a hasty sprint towards the console. "Off we go then!"

"What is it that we supposedly did to her!?" Martha continued to laugh as we took off.

"I suppose whatever it was he hasn't done it yet," I shook my head, catching a smell from my hair that hadn't been there five minutes ago, "Oh..." I grabbed a strand of it and sniffed it, "Okay, no more drinking things."

"Told you," the Doctor smirked.

"I asked you to come with me! I don't know my way around drinks," I reminded, "But you wanted to play dress up on the stage."

"I was not playing dress up."

"Mhm," I turned around and headed for the corridors, "Anyways, if you two don't mind, I'm going for a shower. Doctor, if you mind, I'm going to raid the wardrobe again."

"This place has a wardrobe?" Martha asked, sounding shocked, "Really?'

"Comes in handy when you don't have clothes," I shrugged, "Reminds me, I'm gonna need to go back to Earth soon. I have so many things to do. I haven't even turned in my volunteering proof! I don't want to fall behind again."

"Sure," the Doctor said, oddly quietly despite the spectacle that had just happened to us.

"See you in a bit," I waved and rushed off.

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