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Thranduil and Josie Part 105- Life After Death

Summary: The trip back to Dorwinion commences as another storm approaches. Josie shuts down as the trauma of losing Thranduil is too much to handle. Legolas learns of what transpired while he was "dead" and he also has a hard time dealing with the aftermath. He and Josie will need each other more than ever. Raven is up to her wicked ways back in Goblin Town as Thranduil is at her mercy....but she pays a hefty price for her pleasures by Jareth. The Elvenking is trapped and desperate. His queen is in grave danger.

*Trigger WARNING rape*-*Strong sexual content* *anal sex* Proceed with caution!! ( I apologize readers, but I am a dark writer. If you haven't figured that out by now or if this is your first time reading my fic, then I urge you to skip this chapter IF the content warned above is too much for you. If you're under 18, leave now) I cannot stress this enough. Turn back while there is till time...as Jareth the Goblin King would say.

*Also includes angst, violence and strong language*

The tribulations by Raven's reveal of Thranduil's fate was felt by all, even Garrett and Narcisse, for they could not bear to see you in such dolor as you sat on the ground uncontrollably sobbing.

Haldir informed Legolas of what he missed of Raven's partial confession before she slithered away.

Legolas was extremely distraught. "I am to blame for this. She escaped while all were focused on me.....My father is truly gone...Now we will never know where my father's body is."

"Legolas, you saved Jo and your sister's life. That was of the greatest importance. When the time is right, we can hunt Raven down, but right now...Jo needs us..." Haldir professed and paused, then a reluctant admission he whispered...."she needs you more."

Legolas turned in a state of dismay to see you huddled over on the ground in tears.

The Prince went to you and slowly crept down on one knee at your side. He placed his fingers under your lowered chin and guided your red soaked eyes up to his as you sniveled excessively.

"Come to me." he whispered. His brows were furrowed in agony as a tear snuck out of his eye.

Your lips pursed into a frown as you crawled to him and burrowed your head upon his chest, then curled up into a fetal position and bawled.

"Le..Leg..Leggy...how do..how do I live...without him??" you stammered.

Legolas let his bottom drop to the ground and laid his cheek on top of your head with his eyes closed as he wrapped his arms snuggly around you.

"I have got you. I will take care of you now if you will allow me too." Legolas mumbled into your hair.

Aragorn sternly interrupted. "Legolas....get her up."

"Give them a moment, for pity's sake!" Selene snapped.

"By nightfall, these hills will be swarming with orcs." Aragorn argued to the vampiress.

"We must reach the woods of the Lothlorien camp and prepare to depart this mountain as another storm is stirring, much worse than the other we just endured. Josie is too fragile to suffer the cold again. She must journey on Narcisse's boat back to Dorwinion. Haldir, gather Moose and Narcisse's horses."

"Haldir...I will go with you." Narcisse offered with a slight bow.

Haldir nodded and off they both went to retrieve Thranduil's beloved elk and Narcisse's horses that the warlock loaned to Legolas and Haldir.

"My lady, I am sorry. We must go now. I will help you walk." Legolas sweetly said as he lifted you to your feet. Your face was expressionless and you didn't speak as you walked off with his arm around your waist like you were a puppet on a string. Something inside of you had broke.

As you all exited the forest, Haldir and Narcisse came up with the two horses and Moose. You stopped and stared into the gentle giant's sorrowful eyes. He knew his loving master was gone and was grieving too. You walked up to him and he lowered his head down to you as he lightly snorted and gave you a soft comforting nudge. You stroked his long snout, then reached your arms up as far as you could get them around his broad neck to hug him and cried. A low whimper came from the beautiful beast, for he was crying too.

Goblin Town:

Raven moped about in loneliness and boredom as Jareth was healing in isolation and wouldn't allow her to be with him. Her mother was supposed to be there with her but now she had no one but the goblin king. It wasn't exactly the happily ever after she had pictured in her mind, nor was Jareth the type of King she had fantasized of. She still pined for Garrett even after everything but she knew he despised her now. Her face turned sour as she thought of you while she peered down at the sleeping King of Mirkwood.

"This is all your fault sister. You took my mother, and you took the man I love...so now I took the one you love." she ranted out loud as she slowly undressed with a devious look upon her face. She stood beside the Elvenking and traced her fingertips up his leg and over his cock. Her eyes widened at the mighty girth underneath the sheet. She lifted it up slowly and gazed upon Thranduil's manhood with lustful eyes as her core began to throb. He was so much larger than Jareth she thought to herself. Into the bed she slipped and laid beside the elf lord. His warm bare skin against hers made her quiver with desire.

"It's time for a little magic." she whispered and took his long soft cock into her hand, stroking it seductively as she gazed at his peaceful face. Her voice then changed....into yours. "Thranduil...my love. It is I, your Josephine. I have missed you so much. I need you so bad."

A mumbled moan crawled up his throat as she took his cock into her mouth. He began to instantly harden although he still couldn't move. Raven softly mewled as she swirled her tongue around his cock's spongy head, then she began sliding her mouth down, gripping him firmly with her lips and taking in as much of him as she could. Faster and faster she went as she whimpered and moaned. He tasted so good. She brought her hand to the base of his cock and began stroking it while she sucked the top half. Thranduil's body stiffened and trembled as he released into her mouth. Her lips locked around him tightly as each raging swift pulse shot his warm salty fluid down her throat which made her climax as she grinded her clit over his thigh. One of his eyes slitted open long enough to see a glimpse of her red hair but nothing more.

Raven laid her head and breasts upon his chest, listening to the heartbeat that you would never hear again. Thranduil was able to bring his hand to her head and weakly stroked her hair. His eyes were still closed and he didn't move otherwise, except for his lips. They parted just enough for him to exhale a muffled whisper.

"Josephine..."

Raven reveled in ecstasy of her conquest and the loving feel of his fingers in her hair. She had finally had a taste of the notorious Elvenking and was determined to have all of him....but then she heard something and quickly sprung out of the bed as Thranduil's hand dropped to his chest, drifting back into his prison.

She quickly dressed in panic and covered the motionless slumbered King back up, then softly kissed his lips.

"We will finish this later my King." Raven the scurried out of the room like a frightened mouse. If Jareth found out what she had done, he would surely punish her severely or possibly even kill her. What he did to her in the forest with the wendigo was a mild warning to her to never double cross him. Of course she was not thinking of those things while she was taking what didn't belong to her nor was she thinking about what Thranduil would do to her if he had the chance.

By late afternoon, you all had reached Aragorn's and the Lothlorien guards' camp where they had stayed when Lestat had turned them away upon their arrivals at Chateau de Lioncourt. You awoke in Legolas' arms as he had carried you the entire way when your knees had buckled from exhaustion and grief. You remembered now how the Prince had swiftly swooped you up as you had fallen against him within the first few minutes of the decent down the mountain.

"Aragorn, is there a tent that can be solely for Josie? She needs rest in a secluded quiet place." Legolas inquired from the ranger.

"Yes, follow me."

Legolas whisked you off while the others settled in. Garrett, Selene and Michael made their resting place in the back of the camp to help keep a lookout for predators. Being of their supernatural nature, they didn't need shelter or sleep, although they would soon need to hunt and would do so by taking turns. Vampires hated animal blood but it was all they could round up at the time with humans being quite far off and it would still keep them strong and alert. Although, Garrett wanted to locate Asher and rip him apart for what he did to you, and the insufferable warlock was just his type of dinner too as Garrett only hunted evil humans. It gave him the satisfaction of doing the world some good as he never got to fully avenge his sister. Michael on the other hand enjoyed a wildlife meal as the wolf side of him craved it, especially rabbits.

Haldir took up with his brothers as he sadly watched Legolas carry you away. He wanted to be the one to tend to you but he could tell you really needed Legolas right now, so he kept his distance. Narcisse thought of joining his crew on the boat and dealing with Asher but he felt he should stay close to you and of course he also had his one in the same warlock pal Julian to bunk with.

Legolas slipped inside the tent and slowly laid you down on a cot in which you awoke again as you felt his arms release you. You panicked and sat right back up with frightened wide eyes, shaking your head vigorously and clasping his shoulders as he tried to stand upright.

"My lady, it is alright, you are safe here. You need rest. Your body is shutting down from all the trauma. I need to go get you some water as you are also greatly dehydrated." Your eyes filled with tears and fear as your clutch on him intensified. It was a surprise you even had any tears left as you felt all cried out.

"Josie...I will not leave you. You must know that. Is that what it is? You do not want me to go?" Legolas asked with a sympathetic tone. You nodded as a whimper escaped you and your tears began to fall.

"Please do not cry my Lady. Do you trust me?" he then asked and placed his hands over yours that still gripped his shoulders. You lightly nodded. "Then please...know I will return quickly and will only be right outside with the others. I must get you what you need. Please, let me do that for you. Let me take care of you and Leann."

Your eyes slowly rolled down to your stomach and then back to his, then you hesitantly released your desperate hold on him and gave a single nod.

Legolas smiled and stroked your hair out of your eyes, then placed it behind your ear. "Try to relax. I will never leave you. I promise you."

The Prince wiped your tears away with his thumbs, then stood up and walked off as you grasped your knees up to your chest and watched him disappear out of the door flaps. His words only made you feel worse as promises like that were never meant to be kept. Thranduil promised you many times he would never leave you and in the end, he did just that.

Legolas found Aragorn. "We should leave now."

"No. Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We should wait for cover of dark." Aragorn insisted.

"I just do not feel it safe here for Josie and her child, even though I told her she would be. She's so fragile right now. I do not know what to do. She will not even speak. I feel the light of day would be safer to travel." Legolas countered. "besides...it is not the eastern shore that worries me. A shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind. Something draws near. I can feel it."

"Josie will be safe upon Narcisse's boat. The rest of us will travel the land and deal with whatever comes."

"I will be with her. I promised her I would not leave her...and that filth Asher is upon that boat. I must protect her now.... You said another storm is upon us. The black sea will be no safer if we wait until dark."

Aragorn remained quiet as he contemplated Legolas' concerns. "Go...tend to the Queen. I will take into consideration what you have told me."

Legolas nodded and trekked off to gather a canteen of the Lorien magical water. On his way, he noticed some berries growing at the border of the forest. The same ones he used to heal your face when Haldir had struck you while under his possession by Peter due to Thranduil's curse upon him. He collected a handful and returned to find that you had not moved from the position he had left you in. Your eyes widened and lit up in relief when the Prince entered.

"Here my Lady...drink." Legolas offered the canteen to you as he sat down at your feet. You just stared at it and turned your head away. "Josie...you must drink. It is the waters of Lorien and will nourish you and Leann. If you will not do it for you, at least do it for her, although I would prefer you do it for the both of you."

You gazed at him for a moment and then reluctantly took the jug and sipped from it. "I also found these berries near the forest. I used them to heal your face once, remember?" Legolas asked with a half smile. You lightly nodded but still said nothing. "I know Garrett healed your face this time after Asher struck you but...I did not know if you were still in any pain from it, so I brought these....I...I wish I could have healed you instead." The Prince's eyes fell in sadness. "I..I am sorry. Such nonsense to speak of at this time."

He went to set the berries aside and you gently grabbed his hand from doing so. Legolas stared at you in confusion.

You drew his hand back in front of you and took one berry from it. Slowly, you raised your hand to his forehead and smushed the red berry over the darkened bruise he received from Azog's powerful blow that knocked him and Narcisse both to the ground. In soft circular motions, you swirled the juicy paste with one finger, then you wiggled your fingers over the ecchymosis as a red glow flowed from them and lit up the contusion like a flame to glass. Just like that, Legolas' lesion was healed.

All he could do was look at you with deep appreciation and awe for worrying about a simple bruise that he didn't even realize was there as the elf was quite resilient just like his father was. After all, Legolas had taken a cast iron pan to the face by you on accident and snapped right out of the daze within minutes.

Your hand dropped and your eyes fluttered as your body tilted to the side.

"Whoa...hey. Josie. Look at me." Legolas gasped as he caught you. "You need not worry for these little things nor try to use your powers. You are too weak right now. Do not misunderstand. I appreciate what you have done, more than you could ever know but you must conserve your energy. I want you to drink this water and eat the rest of these berries. My lady....please. I beg of you."

Legolas' eyes were swimming in despair so you gave in. You reached out and took a few berries, then popped them in your mouth and slowly chewed. Realizing they tasted good and how hungry you actually were, you collected the rest and devoured them in one shot, then took the canteen and washed them down with a sizeable swig and shoved the container back at Legolas with a huff.

He grinned at your stubborn fiery wit as he was happy it was still there after all you had endured. "Alright my lady. Aragorn is working out a plan for our next move. I must go back and see if he has made a decision. I ask of you now to please lay back and rest. I will return again shortly." Legolas proceeded to get up and you snatched his arm, pulling him back onto the bed as you adamantly shook your head in disagreement.

"Josie...what is it? I will be right..."

You scooted back and laid down, then patted the spot beside you. Legolas understood that you would only rest if he stayed with you. He removed his weapons and then laid down beside you with his arms to his sides. You picked his arm up and placed it under your neck, then wrapped it around your shoulder and laid your head upon his chest. Legolas sighed as he stared at the top of the tent above him and then within seconds, you drifted off to sleep from lack of it as it had now been almost 48 hours since the start of Halloween morning....and the aftershock of the events that followed were in full effect.

The aftershocks of Raven's rendezvous with the King had come full circle as well. She began throwing up and all she could taste was wolfsbane. She had stupidly forgotten that the poison was still in Thranduil's system as she had ingested a hefty amount of his semen. The toxins of wolfsbane cause many symptoms depending on the amount consumed, including but not limited to a slowing of the heart rate which is what happened to Thranduil that made him appear deceased. It also causes vomiting in which Raven was experiencing as it also acts through contact of of the skin and bodily fluids...which you found out just by kissing Thranduil when the poison was at it's highest toxicity...and now Raven was from drinking the lingering remnants of it....By this time, Jareth had healed and came to find her in the sickened state. His keen senses immediately smelled the dark, wet scent of aconite.

The maddened goblin King knew of her misdeeds and whipped her around to face him. The sound Raven had heard while in bed with Thranduil was that of a lurking goblin who witnessed her leaving his chambers and informed the goblin King... It was then presently verified by Jareth as the foul smell of Thranduil's poison seeped heavily out of her pores.

"What is that dreadful smell? Could it be wolfsbane? That in which the Elvenking was poisoned with? My my...what have you been up to my love, while I was healing from my injuries that transpired from battling your war? Was another King's cock in your putrid mouth? What ever shall I do with you now?" Jareth contemplated in a most passive aggressive way.

She knew she couldn't deny it and didn't even try, but instead, pleaded with Jareth to spare her life. Her excuses only infuriated him more.

"I warned you. Love me and I would be your slave but betray me...well you know...something about your grave and all....hmmm. Had I not told you that you should have been careful of what you wished for when you wished for me? This is such a tough decision for me as I have come to love you. Right here in my own Kingdom, under my nose, you fornicated with another....so be it...my decision is made. You both shall pay."

He slammed her against the wall face first and tore her clothes off while he grinded his throbbing cock in between her ass cheeks. "Believe it or not, this is going to hurt me more than it will you." Jareth whispered remorsefully into her ear. "But you must learn your place."

Raven was earning her karma but in a way that no one truly deserved. She cried and fought as Jareth held her wrists together above her head with one of his hands and freed his raging cock from his leather pants with the other.

"After all I have done for you, you make me do this."

His voice trembled in agony for what he was about to do. He forced her legs apart with his knee and pressed his chest against her back, pinning her to the wall. He spit on his hand and lathered his cock in it, then found her entry...her anal entry. With a blunt force, he shoved himself into her. She screamed in agony and almost fell but he forced her to stand.

"I am sorry my love, but I cannot be gentle... but it will be quick."

He withdrew and plunged back into her and continued the pattern until he was fully sheathed, then began pumping aggressively until he was sliding with ease. His hand reached around her waist and slid down to her clit, where his fingers vigorously taunted it and slipped inside of her front entry in hard thrusts to match those of his pelvis that was glued against her backside.

"You will come for me and do not think you can fake it. When you come, I will come and then I will stop." He heavily breathed into her ear as he jerked his hips up into her swift and strong.

Raven was desperate for it to end so she focused on climaxing as Jareth grinded and pushed upwards. She brought her own fingers down to tease her clit but he wouldn't allow it.

"No...you will come at the will of my cock." Jareth sped up, so much so that the sound of their skin smacking together filled the room and both of their grunts and gasps echoed along with it. Finally, Raven's core began to tickle and she exploded into orgasm. Her knees buckled together as she panted loud mewls.

Jareth felt the tight contractions and immediately released with a long drawn out whimpering moan. Once he was done, he wasted no time in withdrawing from Raven and let her drop to the ground. He buckled his pants back up with a frown upon his face while she cowered against the wall, afraid to look up at him.

"Fix yourself up and come to my bed. I will be waiting...." Jareth then left as an unseen tear strolled down his cheek.

On his way to his chambers, he ordered two of his goblins to secure the Elvenking as he was close to regaining consciousness. Jareth had his own agenda in detaining Thranduil aside from Raven's. One of them was that he believed you and your company, Thranduil included, were all responsible for Caroline's death. Jareth loved Raven in his own sick and twisted way and anyone that caused her pain would suffer at his hands, even as hypocritical as that made him for what he did to you. The other reason was yet to be seen, but it most likely had something to do with Ashmole. Julian had stated he believed his brother's interest in you was solely for that book and nothing to do with you being his daughter... and to Jareth, Thranduil would make a great bargaining chip. Patience wasn't one of Jareth's strongest suits but for the time being, he was hell bent on letting you all suffer the loss of the King of the Woodland realm.

Thranduil found himself lying awake on the forest floor near his gardens gazing at the sky as the sun shone down upon him.

There was singing in the distance to the harmonious sound of a violin echoing in the warm lavender scented breeze. He recognized the serene voice and the ethereal fragrance which belonged to that only of his mother. The King swiftly arose as his eyes darted all around in search for her.

"Thranduillll...." Her soft voice carried his name through the air with a childlike giggle.

"Mother...I am here. Where are you?" he asked in great anticipation of seeing her.

"I am here my son." The elleth's voice came from behind him. He spun around with a gasp to see her standing in his lilac fields drawing the bow over her porcelain cast violin that matched her skin tone. Her lengthy red wavy strands flowed over her pastel purple dress with a never ending train surrounding her petite figure. Violet shades were her favorite color just as yours were.

Besides you, Thranduil had never witnessed anything or anyone more beautiful.

"Naneth...why are you here?"

She lowered the violin and glided towards him. "I am not here for you are here...and you must go back. Your Queen is in great distress. She needs you as she believes you have passed on from this world. So does Legolas. You must go before it is too late."

"Too late? Mother...is Josephine in danger?"

"There are dark forces about her. She is losing her will to survive without you. You must wake up Thranduil. Now. For evil is upon you both."

"I...I have tried. I cannot. It is if there are restraints about me for I am trapped inside my own body. My eyes are too heavy to see and my voice has been silenced but my ears hear all."

"Yet your heart still beats....and for it's one true love. Find your power my son. For love can do magical things and defeat any evil cast upon it." She then began to fade away.

"Naneth wait! How do I return to the other side when I do not even know how I found myself in your realm?"

"Follow your heart my son and the path will reveal itself." Her words echoed as she vanished into sparkles.

As inviolable as Thranduil was, he felt himself breaking as he dropped to his knees. If only his mind could connect to yours. If only he could find you in another mirror like before but he didn't even know how he had done it. He crunched his eyes shut and concentrated desperately but all he saw was darkness and all he heard was silence. Fury and frustration consumed him as he shook his fists in the air and released a gut wrenching roar to the sky.

You flung up so fast, it hurt your neck as you gasped..."Thranduil!" You had heard your King but were uncertain if it was only in your dream or if it were real. Panic set in as Legolas was gone. You had no idea how long you had been asleep. Jumping to your feet, you crept to the tent's flaps and peeked outside. There was still some daylight but the sun was beginning to descend, so came to the conclusion that you must had been sleeping for hours. You then saw Legolas conversing with Aragorn.

"The horses are restless."

"Something stirs them. Have you made a decision?" Legolas posed as he scoured his surroundings with caution.

A Lothlorien guard struggled with a horse in the distance as Aragorn watched in concern.

"I have. Let's gather our horses quickly and I will notify the guard to prepare for immediate departure."

As soon as they both left, you snuck out unseen in search for Thranduil's voice which for some reason, felt like it came from below you. Your mind knew he was gone as all the evidence proved it but your heart refused to believe it, even as you had witnessed his lifeless body before you. The denial stage of grief was giving you hope where there was none and in the fucked up state of mind you were in, you would believe anything at this point, desperately grasping at straws.

Aragorn and Legolas came back and stopped to speak with Julian, Narcisse and Haldir.

"Lord Narcisse, myself and the Lorien guard will be traveling by land. May I ask that the Queen and Prince journey back to Dorwinion aboard your boat. It will be much safer for her in her condition with the nightfall temperatures and the oncoming storm. Haldir and I will make sure your horses are returned safely."

"Of course. There is plenty of room for them and Josie can have a private chamber below deck to protect her from the winds." Narcisse eagerly complied.

"I will be joining the sea's travels as my daughter goes nowhere without me." Julian ordered. "Legolas...why are you not with her? You seem to be the only one to comfort her right now which I have allowed for her sake. I see she deeply cares for you after what she did in saving your life, and I am grateful for your sacrifice for her as well but do not think I have forgotten your treatment of her last night."

"She is asleep which is greatly needed. I only came out to check in with Aragorn. Julian...I greatly apologize to you as I have to her. I was not myself, but that is no excuse for my behavior. I also care deeply for her and would never harm her. I will put my life on keeping her and Leann safe. You have my word."

Julian's brow raised in skepticism as he knew the Prince's true feelings for you, even before Garrett blabbed it to everyone earlier, for Legolas' did a piss poor job at hiding his sweetness on you... but he saw Legolas' love as a benefit for your safety.

Narcisse smirked. "Do I get an apology as well? Maybe a thank you. It seems you have forgotten what I did for you."

Legolas hated to think that he owed a warlock anything, especially that one. "What does it matter? Josie saved you as she would have saved me. I did not ask for nor want or need your assistance. I have respect for Julian as he is a good man...but you are not. You may have sacrificed a lot coming here, but for your own selfish reasons, that being of my father's wife. My father did not like you, nor do I. What you did for me was for your own benefit of getting in the good graces of Josie. If she had not asked you for help, you would not have batted an eye to aid me."

"Such noble talk for someone who is not so noble when we all know of your not so secret desires for your "father's wife. You toss that term around as if it truly matters to you and offends you that another looks upon her...when in all reality, it is merely jealousy that you not so discreetly hide in your so called defense of your father's honor. You're used to getting everything you want but she is something you cannot have and it eats at you. An entitled Prince you are, nothing more. You even have to have a white horse." Narcisse teased, just as he had done back in Dorwinion before you all departed for the vampire kingdom.

Aragorn stood in the middle of the bickering rivals as they went back and forth.

Legolas handled Narcisse gracefully and unbothered with a smile. "Your words are humorous considering that this is your white horse."

During the wrangle between the Prince and the Warlock, Julian went to check on you, only to find an empty cabin. The volant warlock rapidly flew and landed between the two squabbling men.

"Josephine is gone!"

"Thran...duil??? Are you out here?? Please, hel..hel..he. help me f...find you." It was so cold, your words chattered right along with your teeth. You were now completely disoriented, dehydrated and lost. Everything was so quiet. Even the wind was still. You were certain you had heard him back in the tent, but now you were so confused, wondering if you had only dreamt it. Your grief was clawing at you from the inside as your eyes desperately searched for King while you prayed that the whole damn thing was all just a fucked up nightmare that you would soon wake from and find your Thranduil right there in your arms, alive and well.

You saw him in that mirror, you were certain of it, even though no one else could see him. You had felt his hand against yours from the other side of the glass...it had to have all been real....but if it were....that was only more clarification that Thranduil was gone because you saw his mother there with him...in the afterlife. Was it his voice from beyond that had frightened you out of your slumber? Your thoughts were so scrambled, you felt nauseated. Anxiety began to consume you as you wandered aimlessly. This is what life after death was like. This was the beginning of your slow agonizing quietus without your lifeline...your twin flame...your destiny....Thranduil.

"That stupid fucking fountain was wrong!! You said that it was never wrong and couldn't be changed Galadriel!!!" you managed to shout without a single stutter into the nothingness around you. In the visons, you had seen Thranduil cooing at Leeanduil as a baby. But then it hit you...the memory of Thranduil telling you the future shown could always change if someone in it dies after the viewing. Something Galadriel had kept from anyone wishing to peek. You still never understood why. She never encouraged anyone to look and highly warned that the seeing one's future could be harmful in so many ways as it wasn't always a pleasant prediction. The fountain could not prevent death but it certainly could prophesize it. If one wasn't seen in it, that could very well be why. It could also show one a positive happily ever after and then the next day, death could rip it away. Galadriel left out that last important disclaimer.

You began to sob in hopelessness but you literally had no tears left in you, and if you had, they would have frozen to your eyelashes. As you turned and took a step, you hadn't realized you were near the edge of a ravine. Your foot slipped on an icy patch and down the slanted slope you went on your back as if you were on a sled. All you could do was scream the entire way down.

Legolas' pupils blackened out his blue orbs as the earth seemed to spin as your shrill scream was heard from afar. He had never experienced panic before. Not like this anyways.

He and Haldir simultaneously charged off in the direction of your cry. They had split from the others earlier to cover more ground.

Garrett, Selene and Michael didn't even know you were gone. The King vamp had been out hunting solo and shot off like a bullet when he heard your scream.

Legolas picked up your tracks in the patchy snow. It was clear to him they were yours as you were the only one with small feet. The tracks led up to the ravine and Legolas sprinted over them to the ledge.

There you were, laying motionless at the bottom on your back. Without hesitation, down the slippery slope Legolas and Haldir went as if skis were attached to their boots.

Legolas dropped to his hip and slid right up to you.

"MY LADY!! Speak to me!" Legolas frantically pleaded as he held your face in his hands. Your skin was pale as the snow, your lips chapped and dry and the color around your eyes was as gray as your cloak.

"She...she is so cold." The petrified Prince muttered. He knew you were alive as you had still bore the pendant, but it didn't ward off frostbite or hypothermia just as it wouldn't have saved you from bleeding to death just hours earlier...so he knew what he had to do...

Legolas slowly inched down until he was hovering over your face. "Take in my warmth...and my love." He quietly whispered over your lips and then placed them over yours so gently. An incandescent white glow surrounded your faces as Legolas' heat transferred into you.

Legolas gazed at you as he took in the taste of your cherry blossom flavor. Haldir's mouth slightly dropped open as he watched this occur. He knew Legolas had these abilities but he hadn't seen him display them in years, for anyone. And that was just it. The Prince would never use them lightly. Most likely why you didn't know he had them. Legolas would have used this on you when you almost froze to death on the ascension up the mountain last week, but Haldir had taken control of your watch and guard, and then Garrett snatched you away....whom just now arrived in time to witness the elf's lips on yours.

Your eyes sprung open as you gasped in a deep breath. All the color flooded back to your cheeks as you sat up in shock, gazing at Legolas who's green mint scent you could taste.

"Leg...Legolas?"

"Yes my Lady, it is I and to hear you speak my name...I mean, to hear you speak at all is music to my ears. Are...are you warm enough now? Are you hurt from your fall?"

"No...I..I don't think so and...I am warmer...how..."

"Never mind that my Lady. You and I will be traveling on Narcisse's boat back to Dorwinion. We are close to the sea. I will take you there now before you become chilled again."

Julian and Narcisse had been quietly standing in the background and had also witnessed Legolas's healing kiss.

"Are you alright my child? Whatever would you venture out here alone for?" Julian asked as he bent down and placed his hand on yours. You instinctively pulled it away as you were quite angry with him for keeping such an awful secret about Jareth being your biological father.

"I am not your child now am I...father? Does anyone tell the truth anymore!!" you huffed and took the Prince's hand.

Julian accepted your sarcasm as Legolas helped you off the ground. You had every right to be angry and hurt. The warlock decided to keep his distance and let you calm down as you had been through way to much to deal with daddy issues right now. But that didn't mean he would be far. He was going to be on that boat too wether you liked it or not.

You glanced down and noticed a huge tear in the cloak as you could feel cool air flowing up your legs. "Oh no...Narcisse...I..I am so sorry. I have ruined the cloak you lent me. I will repay..."

"Nonsense Jo. You will repay nothing. Do you think I give a damn about some cloak? I am just grateful you are alright." Stephane sincerely said.

Haldir's head jerked towards him with another death glare. Narcisse had called you Jo again. Twice since you had told him not to, and both times you did not correct him. And the warlock's ass kissing was getting on the marchwarden's last nerve.

You and Legolas began to head to the boat when Garrett spoke up. "Legolas...let me take her. I am way faster. The wind is picking up as the storm is nearing."

Legolas laughed heartedly. "She may as well lay in the snow. She needs warmth. Not ice cold arms around her."

"I would have her there in a matter of minutes. She will not freeze to death that quick. I took her from the forest to the castle which took a much longer time and she was just fine. I'm a fire sign remember? I can keep her warm..."

"I said I am taking her. There is no use for you here. Do you not have some animals or people to go mutilate?"

Then you saw it. Garrett's eyes turned red. Legolas had triggered him.

"Who the hell do you think you are sprite? I was trying to be helpful and get her out of the cold faster. Just who the fuck put you in charge of her? She is a grown ass woman." Garrett barked as he approached Legolas.

"I am the son of King Thranduil Oropherion. That is who. My father is her husband and the father of her child who is also my sister. My father would have no one else be her and Leeanduil's keeper, especially a filthy vampire...let me rephrase that...especially YOU. You are no longer needed here, nor wanted so why do you not just leave. I would tell you to have some dignity but the word is unfitting of you."

"Well Thranduil is not here now is he? I am not trying to keep anyone and if you even knew her at all, you would know Josephine is no one to be kept."

That was it. They were both pissing you off. You gasped and spun in between them. "Whoa...stop. First of all, you are both speaking of me as if I am not even here. And second, Garrett, how dare you say something like that about Thranduil..."

"Josephine, I didn't mean it like tha..." Garrett swore.

"I am not finished!" you snapped cutting Garrett off.

Legolas smirked at the scolded vampire, but a little too soon.

"And you...What are you grinning at? Garrett is actually right. No one keeps me. No one is in charge of me either. Garrett was only trying to help. There was no need for you to be nasty to him. He sacrificed a lot here and saved me more than once. Now...with that said...Legolas is also right. I have to honor my husband. I am sorry Garrett but I am going to go with Legolas. But thank you for offering to help and for everything you have done for me." You took his hand and smiled.

Garrett looked down and sarcastically sighed with a hurt grin. "No problem little one. See you around." He bolted off and Selene and Michael raced after him. You knew Garrett too well. He would certainly never let this go nor what had happened earlier either. At some point, there would be a face off between him and Legolas.

"Garrett! Waaaaait...." you whined. "Fuck!!! Thanks Legolas."

"I am sorry Jos.."

"No you're not." you snapped. "I'm ready to go now. Please. I don't feel good."

"You need rest and..."

"I need my husband!!!" This time you had tears. An overabundance of them too as you sobbed into your hands.

"I know. My lady...I really am...." Legolas sighed in frustration. "Just come here. Let me take care of you."

You began to cry harder and threw your arms around the Elvenprince. "I...I...I'm sorry I snapped at...at you." you sniveled as your legs wobbled.

"Hush...come here." He put his arm around your back, then bent down and swooped your legs up. Off he went with you as the others followed suit.

Narcisse guided you all aboard the boat, but stopped when Haldir came up. "I gave permission for Legolas and Julian to sail with us but I do not recall giving it to you."

"I am not leaving her. You will have to throw me overboard and I assure you, it will take more than all dozen of your men or your flimsy powers to do so."

"Challenge accept....."

"No Narcisse....he stays. Please. I want him here. He is my best friend. He stays or I go by land with them."

Haldir smiled inside but glared at Narcisse on the outside.

"As you wish Jo...Please...your chamber is this way, below deck. Let me assure you, Asher is secluded and contained at the opposite end of this boat and will be dealt with accordingly when we return to my Kingdom." Stephane walked off and Haldir began to open his mouth but you quickly covered it with your hand.

"Haldir, no. let it go. It's just a name. Besides...I like the way you say it better. Stop letting him get to you. You will always own the rights to it." you chuckled as you walked at his side with both your arms wrapped around his. "We...we haven't been able to talk much lately. How are you doing? Are you alright after....well...you know? My mother and all...?

"You are asking me how I am after all that has happened and that you have endured? Jo...my Jo. You are in so much pain right now. My feelings are irrelevant at this time. What matters right now is you and Leann and getting you both back to Dorwinion safe and sound."

That right there is why you loved this elf so damn much. He was selfless...well most of the time, you thought as you lightly smiled. When it came right down to it, he put his personal feelings for you aside to keep you safe and that was definitely selfless to you. Even Garrett and Legolas would do the same, again, most of the time. You were Dorothy, and they were your Lion, Scarecrow and Tinman. All that was missing was your wizard...Thranduil.

Haldir went to speak with Julian as Legolas pretty much tucked you in. Aragorn had headed back to join the elven guard and begin their journey by land.

"My lady....do you need me to stay with you because I will do so in a heartbeat." Legolas confessed.

"Actually Leggy...I...I really just want to be alone...if that is alright." You said as you laid down in the small cot and sniffled.

"Of course my Lady. Please rest. I will be right outside if you need anything." He sweetly smiled and then went to leave.

"Legolas...."

He turned and peered down at you.

"I know what you did for me...again. I was aware enough to know you taste like mint candy too." Your grinned and pulled the blanket up over your cheek.

Legolas bowed his head with a bashful smile and released a tiny chuckle, then walked out and shut the door.

As you closed your eyes, you saw Thranduil's angelic face. His moonstone eyes glistened as he smiled at you. "There's no place like home." you whispered and then cried yourself to sleep.

Legolas did as he said he would and stood port side guarding your door...until Haldir and Julian called to him from down at the stern.

"What is it? Has something happened?" Legolas inquired as he approached his guardian and the warlock.

"Yes...something has." Julian concurred. "While Narcisse and his crew are preparing to set sail, Haldir and I have seemed to come across something that is much needed at this time."

Legolas raised a brow at the grinning men. Haldir brought his hand out from behind his back and displayed a large bottle of the wicked Dorwinion wine.

"What do you say Legolas? Let us drink in honor of your father. I understand that this was his favorite vintage. Let us toast to the King of the Woodland realm. If not for him, I would not have been freed." Julian reveled and popped the cork.

It was so bittersweet to Legolas. He was till in shock and denial about all of it. Haldir was also and was doing his best to be strong for you and the prince.

They had found some tin mugs and filled each one up. "To King Thranduil!" Haldir shouted as he raised his glass to the sky.

"For you Adar." Legolas quietly said with a soft smile. The three men clinked the mugs together and drank gulped it down just as Thranduil would have done.

You had just fallen asleep when your door creaked open. You shimmied about with your eyes closed.

"Legolas?"

There was no answer but you could tell someone was there. Then the door shut. You turned over to look but the cabin was only lit by a single candle, making it difficult to see the figure standing there....until they removed their hood and the flame glowed upon his face. It was Asher.

"We meet again, you stupid bitch."

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Rest - Captain Rex

Request: yes! “Could u possibly do #22 from the touching prompt list with Rex x reader? I keep imagining Rex stiffening up if that happened😂” Pairing:  Captain Rex x reader Summary:  touching prompt 22: falling asleep on the other’s shoulder Warnings: none Word count:  917 A/N: first time writing for rex! I've been obsessed with him ever since I started watching tcw, thank you for requesting this! this is part of my 600 follower celebration!

You shake your head in order to keep yourself awake. You had tagged along with the 501st on their mission to take a Separatist base. The terrain surrounding the base wasn’t easy to land on, so you had to walk for a while to get to the base.

It took longer than expected, and when nightfall came, Anakin concluded the men needed rest, and a camp was set up. Despite being tired, you had offered to take the first watch. It’s been a couple of hours since you set up the camp, and your eyes are getting itchy due to the lack of sleep.

Behind you, almost everyone is asleep. Only Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex, Fives and Echo are awake. Anakin and Ahsoka are talking softly, trying not to wake any of the men. 

Ahsoka nudges Anakin’s shoulder and points to you. Every now and then, your head falls to your chest, followed by you jumping up.

‘Maybe we should take over.’ says Ahsoka. Anakin nods and the two of them get up, making their way over to you. 

Your hand immediately finds its way to your lightsaber when you feel a hand on your shoulder. But when you look up and see Anakin and Ahsoka, you relax. 

‘Time for us to take over.’ says Anakin. ‘Go get some rest.’ 

At first, you want to argue you can hold on a little longer. But when you open your mouth to say something, Ahsoka raises her hand to stop you from talking.

‘It’s okay. We got it.’ she says. You smile thankfully at her and get up. Ahsoka and Anakin sit down on your spot and you quietly make your way to the sleeping men. 

You stretch your arms until you hear a satisfying pop in your shoulders. You step over a few pairs of legs of sleeping men until you find a spot to sit down. 

‘You look tired.’ says Rex softly as you sit down next to him.

‘Hmm.’ you hum, letting your head fall back to rest against the rock you’re sitting in front of. ‘M not really a fan of night watch.’ you mumble.

‘Then why did you volunteer to take the first watch?’ asks Rex. ‘So you guys could get some rest.’ you say, nodding your head to the sleeping men. 

‘Dawn is coming soon, you should get some rest while you still can.’ says Rex. ‘You too, Captain.’ you answer, closing your eyes and shifting into a somewhat more comfortable position. 

Merely seconds after you’ve closed your eyes, you’re out like a light. Next to you, Rex closes his eyes as well, even though he’s not nearly as tired as you are. 

Suddenly, a weight falls on his shoulder and he freezes up, opening his eyes. He slightly moves his head to see what the weight pressing on his shoulder is, and he finds your head resting on it. 

He doesn’t dare to move, afraid he might wake you. He hears someone chuckling and sees Fives wiggling his eyebrows and Echo winking at him. Rex glares at them.

‘Not a word.’ he whispers, only making Fives and Echo chuckle again. 

Rex doesn’t move and remains as still as possible. He looks at you from the corner of his eyes and a smile appears on his face. You looked really tired during today’s journey, and you were very quiet, which is rare. You deserve some rest and the last thing Rex wants to do is wake you. 

Though he’d never admit it, he likes having you sleeping on his shoulder. He’s known you for quite some time, fought some battles with you, and you make a great team. 

No one ever says it out loud, but everyone knows you belong to Rex.

A couple of hours pass and the sun has started to slowly illuminate the planet. You’ve slept the entire time and Rex hasn’t moved a muscle. The 501st is slowly waking up, and Anakin and Ahsoka make their way back to the group. 

Anakin raises his eyebrows at the sight of you asleep on Rex’ shoulder, but Ahsoka merely smiles and doesn’t pay a lot of attention to the two of you, as she’s more than aware of the unspoken thing between you. 

A slight blush appears on Rex’ cheeks just as you start to stir awake. You rub your eyes and it takes you a while to take in your surroundings. You look up to see Rex looking down at you. Immediately, you remove your head from his shoulder, mumbling an apology.

‘Sorry.’ you quickly say. ‘I didn’t- I was asleep, didn’t realise it, sorry.’

‘You don’t have to apologise.’ says Rex. ‘You were tired, it’s fine. I didn’t want to wake you.’

‘This is embarrassing.’ you say softly, looking at the ground instead of Rex’ eyes. 

‘Is it?’ he says. 

You look back at him in silence. From the corner of you eye you see Fives and Echo curiously looking your way.

‘You can sit next to me, when we need to rest again.’ says Rex. ‘I.. liked it, if I’m being honest.’ 

A smile forms on your lips. ‘Alright, Captain.’ you say.

You get to your feet and extend a hand to Rex. He grabs a hold of it and allows you to pull him to his feet. You then turn to look at Fives and Echo, who are just a little too late to subtly look away.

‘Morning Fives, Echo.’ you say cheerfully. ‘Let’s get going, shall we?’ 

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what i‘ve read

(links to my own posts abt the respective books)

2023

crime and punishment (dostoyevski)

life ceremony (sayaka murata)

rule of wolves (leigh bardugo)

in the penal colony (franz kafka)

undine (de la motte fouqué)

earthlings (sayaka murata)

dark matter (blake crouch)

the old man and the sea (ernest hemmingway)

the secret history (again.) (donna tartt)

annihilation (jeff vandermeer)

king of scars (leigh bardugo)

the little friend (donna tartt)

reeling (lola lafon)

fleisch mit weißer soße (christian schmacht)

tschick (why we took the car) (wolfgang herrndorf)

a little life (hanya yanagihara)

the left hand of darkness (ursula k. le guin)

2022

what i've read in 2022 (blogpost) 2022 reading recap (tag)

in my dreams i hold a knife (ashley winstead)

the gambler (dostoyevsky)

maurice (e. m. forster)

ninth house (leigh bardugo)

ordinary thunderstorms (william boyd)

tausend zeilen lüge (juan moreno)

the war of the worlds (h. g. wells)

entschuldigen sie meine störung (jan-uwe fitz)

dark side of the moon (martin suter)

the reader (bernhard schlink)

house of leaves (mark z danielewski)

the alchemist (paulo coelho)

versteckt (simon beckett)

letters to a young poet (rainer maria rilke)

the vampire diaries the return: nightfall (book 5, lisa j. smith, reread)

the vampire diaries 3+4 (lisa j. smith, reread)

ari and dante dive into the waters of the world (benjamin alire sáenz)

ari and dante discover the secrets of the universe (benjamin alire sáenz, reread)

moby dick (herman melville, abridged)

tender is the flesh (agustina bazterrica)

arsene lupin, gentleman burglar (maurice leblanc)

convenience store woman (sayaka murata)

the vampire diaries 1+2 (lisa j. smith, reread)

2021

what i‘ve read in 2021 (blogpost) 2021 reading recap (tag)

verity (colleen hoover)

the trial (franz kafka)

the stranger (albert camus)

six of crows and crooked kingdom (leigh bardugo)

shadow and bone (trilogy) (leigh bardugo)

one flew over the cuckoo’s nest (ken kesey)

the witcher (blood of elves) (andrzej sapkowski)

something in the water (catherine steadman)

marianengraben (jasmin schreiber)

do androids dream of electric sheep? (blade runner) (p. k. dick)

reykjavík noir (snare, trap, cage) (lilja sigurdadottir)

red white royal blue (casey mcquiston)

2020

what i‘ve read in 2020 (blogpost)

thirteen storeys (jonathan sims)

charley’s web (joy fielding)

stone butch blues (leslie feinberg)

the death of iwan ilyitsch (leo tolstoy)

the wicked cometh (laura carlin)

nach uns die pinguine (hans stein)

the tiger in the smoke (margery allingham)

the great gatsby (f. scott fitzgerald)

american gods (neil gaiman)

töchter (lucy fricke)

2019

the goldfinch (donna tartt)

macbeth (jo nesbo)

moriarty (anthony horowitz)

der pfau (isabel bogdan)

the girl on the train (paula hawkins)

lord of the flies (william golding)

if we were villains (m. l. rio)

fahrenheit 451 (ray bradbury)

2018 and earlier

trainspotting (irvene welsh)

the secret history (donna tartt)

a clockwork orange (anthony burgess)

the hound of the d'urbervilles (kim newman)

the picture of dorian gray (oscar wilde)

1984 (george orwell)

animal farm (george orwell)

frankenstein (mary shelley)

the vampire diaries (lisa j. smith)

aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe (benjamin alire saenz)

love, simon. (becky albertally)

a long way down (nick hornby)

fight club (chuck palahniuk)

wonder (raquel j. palacio)

island of the blue dolphins (scott o’dell)

the girl with glass feet (ali shaw)

fever (karen marie moning)

insel der dämonen (torsten fink)

lots of sherlock holmes stories (arthur conan doyle)

lights on the sea (miquel reina)

schattensturm (andreas d. hesse)

rabenmond (jenny-mai nuyen)

tschick: why we took the car (wolfgang herrendorf)

to kill a mockingbird (harper lee)

catcher in the rye (j. d. salinger)

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[minminnie-shii]

may I request an imagine of verivery dates: where each member would take, how they would treat you, and a whole lot of fluff too

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long. I accidentally deleted it like twice and I kind of gave up for a while

buttt I’m back at it and ready to write this because these boys are my babies and their comeback has given me motivation

I hope you like itttttt

@multifandomhell23

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Lee Dongheon

what a hard-working boy

he spends most of his days watching over his six children making sure they don’t accidentally kill themselves

especially Minchan and Yeonho

moving on

whenever he has a day off he doesn’t hesitate to run and spend it with you

shows up at your apartment with your favorite snacks and special treats

the two of you run around grabbing all the blankets and pillows that you own

you make a large fort in the middle of your living room

once its done you both crawl inside

dongyeon opens up his laptop and puts on a cheesy movie for the two of you to watch

in the middle of the movie he starts to poke at your sides slightly

you ignore him until his poking turns into tickling

you giggle slightly and start to roll away from him

he would follow after you and the two of you would get caught in the blankets pulling down that fort

dongyeon would stop once the two of you were completely wrapped up in all the blankets

he would smile down at you and pepper light kisses all over your face

rubbing his nose against your he would finally kiss your lips gently

‘I love you’

after cleaning up the mess you made you would both decided to go to bed early

snuggling up together, dongyeon would tuck you safely under his chin

whispering to each other until he falls asleep

you carefully crane your head upwards pressing a soft kiss on his chin

you fall asleep to the peaceful sound of his breathing filling your ears

Bae Hoyoung 

i may be in love with this squish

i wanna poke his dimple

move on

he loves doing outdoorsy things

going to the beach, amusement parks anything where the two of you can have fun at

he’s also the kind of person that will totally surprise you about going somewhere

he randomly shows up at you door

‘get dressed jagiya, we’re going out today’

you did as you were told and got dressed quickly

the two of you skipped through the streets happily

you couldn’t contain your excitement when you showed up at a festival

dragging him around you two would find many things to do

he would find a game that he really wanted to play

taking you over he would try many times to beat it so he could win you a cute plushie

after a few tries, he gave up with a pout

you smiled at him and played the game, winning on your try

you would hand him the llama plushie that you had one

‘wah, my jagiya is the best isn’t she?’

the two of you would walk around the festival until nightfall 

hoyoung would surprise you by handing you a lantern

‘shall we send one off with our wishes?’

‘you are my wish hoyoung’

he would cringe at how cheesy you were but tell you the same thing

after sending off your wish he would hug you tightly to him

‘you really are my wish jagiya, forever and always’

Hong Minchan

minchan prefers more intimate style dates

the ones where it if just the two of you together

whether it’s the two of you lying on the couch together

or when you’re reading him a new book that you bought recently

but

his favorite type of date

is when the two of you are in his studio and he’s playing the piano for you

you expressed multiple times that you love it when you hear the sound of a piano

so anytime the two of you are in the studio together he makes sure to play for you at least once

he would motion for you over to sit next to him on the piano bench

you would stand up from the couch and walk over, sitting down next to him

he placed his hands delicately on the keys before playing a soft melody

it’s a melody that you knew all too well

your favorite ballad that he ever wrote

after all

he wrote it about you

about how he first fell in love with you and how he knew that you were the person he wants to be with forever

every time he would play for you, it would make you feel sleepy

your head rested on his shoulder as you continued to sing quietly

he would smile and look down at you as your eyes fluttered closed

his heart would burst at the sight of you

once he finished playing he would carefully shift so you was laying against his chest 

running his fingers through your hair softly 

he would hum quietly until you were finally fully asleep

he would carry you back to the couch and cover you up

letting you sleep until he was finished with his work

that was his favorite time with you

Jo Gyehyeon

this boys only mission in life is to show off

especially to you

he loves it when you praise him for something

it doesn’t matter what it is

so where does he take you out on a date

a place to watch him perform his martial arts of course

you sit and gleefully watch as he does multiple flips and twists in the air

in an attempt to really show off to you he does a triple backflip

only for him to slip on his footing and fall on his butt

‘Ah, hyeonie are you okay?’ 

you run over to him to quickly check up on him 

he just lies there pouting with his arms across his chest

‘i can’t believe i did that’

you giggle and help him sit up

‘i can, you’re not exactly the most elegant one’

would pout even more because you made fun of him

he would whine and complain while rolling around on the floor

‘my jagiya made fun of me, my life cant go on anymore’

you would just watch amused as he continued to complain out loud

he wouldnt be paying attention to where he was rolling and would knock into your legs causing you to fall over 

would freak out because he accidentally hurt you

you would just laugh as he would run over to you 

‘jagiya, are you all right?’ 

you would grab his arm and pull him down so he was lying on top of you

holding him close you would stroke his hair and assure him that you were all right

‘youre the best, you know that right?’ 

would blush like crazy and hide his face in your neck

you would continue to compliment him until he couldn’t take it anymore

‘i’m only the best because you make me the best’

so much fluff and cheesiness between the two of you it’s unreal

Ju Yeonho

this little squish

we are all aware that taking selfies is his life

so what does he do on a date with you?

takes you all around seoul so the two of you can take pictures together

it always surprises you that he always managed to find new places to take you to

but, he loved taking you the han river

he could take pictures of you in the sunset

though he always says that every picture he takes of you is pretty

he especially loved it when you take pictures of him

you always gush about how adorable he looks would cause him to smile even more

‘wah, you look amazing in this angle dont move’

would make you stand still for ten minutes until you convince him that he had enough pictures

he even takes pictures of you eating

‘yeonho, if you take one more picture of me, im throwing your phone in the river’

‘but you look so pretty, can i take one more?’

after you two were finished you would sit in the grass and just watched the stars

you would lie on his chest and point out all the constellations that you see

‘wah my jagiya is so smart, everyone must be so jealous’

while talking, you would eventually fall asleep cuddled to his chest

the second he knew you were sleeping, would pull out his phone and take another picture of you

‘delete it’

‘awe but it’s my favorite!’

Kim Yongseung

so like

mr.competative over here

as soon as you make it to the dorm runs over to you holding to rubiks cubes

‘i bet you i can solve it faster than you’

‘bring it on’

you plop yourselves onto the couch and the boys all gather around you

‘ready? start!’ 

yongseung immediately starts working on it

his hands are flying as he expertly flips the sides

‘wow, noona’s really bad at this’

the boys would mutter about how much you suck causing you to be distracted

‘yah! how can i even try when you wont shut up?’ 

you stand up and throw the cube at minchan

‘it wasnt even me that said it!’

while youre all arguing yongseung stands up and slams the cube on the table

‘finished!’

you look at him in shock

‘that’s not fair, they distracted me!’ 

he just smiles and grabs your hand

‘oh well, time for my reward for winning’

drags you into his room and lays you on the bed

‘you did that on purpose, didn’t you?’

he would just laugh as he hovered over you

‘maybe a little’

kisses you all over your face and neck while holding you close to him

‘i’m sorry ive been so busy lately’ 

you lean your head up and press your lips to his in a way to tell him that its okay

‘never, will i blame you for missing a date because of this, youre doing what you love, and i love that it makes you happy’

you really are the greatest

a very long and well needed makeout session occurs after that

after all, he did win

Yoo Kangmin

uwu

this little bean is so precious and must be protected at all costs

his favorite things in life

are soccer and you

so he loves taking you to the field behind your house and playing soccer with you

most of the time while playing you little siblings come and join along

kangmin loves playing with your siblings

especially your younger siblings

being an only child made it hard for him to have fun most of the time

but now that he has you, he’ll gladly to everything he can to keep you close

even if it means having your little brother cling to his leg every time he walks through the door of your house

would take all of you out to the field to start a game

‘jagiya, come be on my team’

‘no i want her on my team!’

you wink at kangmin before running over to your sister

picking her up and resting her on your hip

‘come on together we can beat Kangmin!’

‘wah, are you really going against me?’ 

‘yep, we can totally beat you’

the game begins and you all laugh as you all run around the field

you little brother went to kick the ball he slipped and fell

he began to cry and rub his face softly 

kangmin would be by his side before you were

‘ah, did you get hurt? are you all right?’

your brother would attempt to wink at you causing you to smile

you would steal the ball from kangmin and kick it down the field

‘you betrayed me? i dont know how to feel!’ 

kangmin would chase after you and wrap his arms around your waist lifting you into the air

‘you tricked my jagiya, thats not fair’

you shrugged your shoulders and looked back at him

‘alls fair in love and war’

‘is it now? ill be sure to use that later’

#verivery imagine #verivery #bae hoyoung imagine #bae hoyoung #lee dongheon #hong minchan #jo gyehyeon #ju yeonho #kim yongseung #yoo kangmin #fluffy #kpop imagine #kpop imagines #imagines #imagine #i wish this was real #i love them

[drinkfantasy]

Anne with an e 3x08 comments and *spoilers*

Our girl is FREEEEE. Our smart sea star *-* that poor thing

Diana and Jerry scene. The way she just throws the book and his gift T.T

Auntie Jo slaying as usual.

Miss Stacey in furious rage and going... fishing

Diana running away to take the exams ata girl

The after exams scene. Moonshine.That was actually a very nice drinking game. Might try it. Pirate Anne. Omg. Then slow mo... wind... and Gilbert heart eyed

GILBERT: MAY I SPEAK WITH YOU PLS

Me: O M F GGGUSIEJEGKOSHSHIAKAOA.

Anne freaking out. It was painful, all that angst. I stan

Poor sea star all alone but own her way home

Anne and Gilbert parallel scene was something to watch..

Anne asking Aunt Jo for some advice... girl I'd be as much confused as you... ,"If I make the wrong decision. I've either ruined my life or his" ~PAIN~. Aunt Jo slay one more time

" I suppose I'll have my tragical romance after all" OH GIRL YOU DID NOT.

Sebastian misbehaving around his mother hahahahhah

Sebastian saying "YES, my answer is YES!" to Gilbert holding a ring. I wheezed

Sebastian being a shibert shipper harder than all of us. "WAIT I have to get up" and then starts dancing thinking that he proposed to anne omg. THEN proceeds to be devasted when finding the truth. Sebastian is all of us

" don't go feeling you have to do something because people expect it. Don't go moving half way around the world on a maybe"

are you sure. Sure? Sure? ARE YOU SURE??????????

OMG I TAKE BACK EVERTHING I SAID ABOUT RACHEL. I STAAAANNNN

"Now,now don't need to be histerical" SLAYYY QUEEN SLAAAAAYY

Hell yeah sis, you did it. Rachel has one super power and this time she used it for the right reason. LOVE ITTTT

".... for the next 10 years... or until you die, whichever comes first. This is a promise" * smiles devilishly*

A GENDER BALANCE. A FUCKING GENDER BALANCE. HELL FUCKING YAAAASSSS

Ka'kwet iS HOMEEEEEEE *SOBBING* OMG THAT SCENE. THEY HUGGING SHE CRYING. T.T

Minnie May queen.

Slips card under the door. It's from Diana. Reads. sights. Opens the door. Sees Diana. Renew their vow. Blows dandelion together AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

"Who knew that life could be so.. momentous? A morning can start off like any other, but by nightfall things have occurred that could change a course forever" diana being the wise one

"IM IN LOVE WITH GILBERT BLYTHE! " shocked

The end.

#anne with an e spoiler #anne with an e season 3 #anne with an e #spoilers #awae spoilers #awae #awae s3 #awae season 3 #comments #anne with an e comments #thoughts

[pray4jensen]

hi jo, so i was reading your tags in that gifset from hunteri heroici and now i can't stop laughing cause imagine them being deaged by a spell or something and sam goes with them to a supermarket and dean is all proper, sitting down in the shopping cart but cas is like running around, no matter how many times sam tells him to stop and putting stuff in the shopping cart sam is not going to buy because the last thing cas needs is sugar

deancas, 1.2k, fluff, kidfic, for @bend-me-shape-me 

Shopping with toddlers Dean and Cas was Sam’s worst nightmare. The witch who’d done this to them had really known what she was talking about—she’d promised that Sam would live out his worst nightmare, and then in a flash of violet smoke, Sam’s nightmare had indeed come to life.

Dean. Cas. Both four years old.

After a week of trying to get them back to the right age, Sam was quickly losing his mind. And now that their food supplies were running short (kids got hungry a lot, much to Sam’s dismay), he’d had no choice but to take the two deaged disasters with him to the grocery store.

After his transformation, Dean had become devastatingly timid. It seemed that every step that Sam took, he was dragging along a deadweight attached to his leg. If Sam got snappy, Dean would look up at him with big, watery eyes, letting go of Sam’s pant leg in such a reluctant fashion that it seemed that he was losing his entire world, at which point Sam would apologize and shower him with praise, just to get the building tears out of Dean’s eyes.

Cas, on the other hand…was a nightmare.

“Stop running away!” Sam scolded, dragging the angel back by the scruff of his neck. Cas whined. Cas fidgeted and struggled as if he expected Sam to take him to the gallows. “Why can’t you be like Dean, man? Look how well-behaved he is.”

Unfortunately for Sam at that moment, Dean had also wandered away.

A panic seized Sam’s chest. The thing about Dean was—he was clingy. The only reason for which he would ever leave that Sam could foresee was if Dean had been kidnapped.

Suddenly, Sam missed the weight on his leg a whole lot more.

So grabbing Cas’ hand, Sam rushed through the store in a fright. He headed to the cashier, asked the elderly gentleman to make an announcement in case anyone else saw the tot, but Dean simply could not be found. And as if to make matters worse, Cas used this exact moment of Sam’s intense concern to wrestle his hand away and run off.

“Cas, stupid, come back!”

When ten minutes passed and neither of the boys could be found, the police was called.

After that, it was relatively quick. After Sam handed over a blanket that Dean and Cas shared whenever they went to bed (or well, whenever they fell asleep in the car, which was often), the police’s sniffer dogs found them in a jiffy.

They were napping. Curled up into a crate where milk bottles had rested once.

Luckily for Sam, the cops were too busy giggling to ask him any serious questions about child neglect, and after shaking their hands, Sam was on his way. The grocery store manager was kind enough to allow him to take the whole cart, as she didn’t think it wise to wake up “the sleeping angels.” Sam wanted to protest about the “angel” part, but bit his lip because at least one-half of that phrase was actually true.

Somewhere on the drive back to the bunker, the two of them lifted themselves out of sleep. For some reason, Dean was upset, as if Sam had abandoned him in the grocery store rather than it being the other way around. Cas was…well, Cas. Within two seconds of blinking his eyes open, Cas was already out of his seat belt, opening the car window all the way and leaning out, in danger of dangling onto the road.

Sam hit the brakes.

Somewhere in the time that it took Sam to exit the car to make it over to Cas’ side to pull him back into his seat, Cas had instead made his way over to the opposite seat and was busy hugging Dean.

“He’s sad,” Cas said, with a tragic expression on his own face, except the mischievous glint in his eye gave him away. Clearly Cas was playing nurse to avoid getting into trouble, but unfortunately for him, Sam was still going to give him a time-out when they returned home. “I’m helping. We’re boyfriends now.”

Sam sighed. Sam ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“Alright, just keep your seat belt on, Cas, please? It’s ten more minutes and we’re home.”

Ten more minutes before I ground you, Sam thought with relish.

And so the rest of the drive went without a hitch.

Cas was still hugging Dean when they got to the bunker. Hell, he was really going for those brownie points. And when Sam ushered them inside, the two toddlers were holding hands in a death grip, determined to be together.

Sam swore. Fucking Cas. He’d won. If he separated them now, Dean would cry.

So reluctantly, Sam let the time-out idea go.  

By nightfall, the two kids were exhausted and Sam was on the brink of death himself. He tried to put them in their own beds, but as soon as Sam approached the two, Dean buried his face into Cas’ chest and said tearfully, “I ‘wuv you,” as if he expected a long heart-wrenching separation from his buddy.

Sam rolled his eyes, but that was a bad move because Dean saw it and immediately was convinced that that the whole grocery store debacle today had been a ruse to expel him from the family—even though it’d been Dean who had run away. So hastily, Sam told them that they could sleep together in Dean’s bedroom tonight, which only resulted in thirty percent less tears, because Dean was emotional and cried, anyway.

Cas called him a “meanie” and Sam was fucking done.

After that, Sam had a great night’s sleep. Sam probably wasn’t cut out to be a parent, because when he heard excited chatter from the toddlers’ room, he didn’t get up to tell them off. Instead, Sam rolled over, put in some ear plugs, and slept in until eleven o’ clock. When he rolled out of bed, he had a breakfast buffet before he steeled himself and finally made his way to Dean’s room with a tray of jam sandwiches (he couldn’t cook either).

But the sight that met his eyes wasn’t what he expected.

Dean and Cas were still there. Still curled up together and inseparable. But they weren’t four anymore.    

Sam laughed maniacally with relief. Dean shot him a look, a What the hell, Sammy?, but Sam was too overjoyed to care. He pulled the two into a hug, and after that, it was all smooth sailing.

There was just one thing, though.

Dean and Cas kept holding hands. A week went by, and they still slept in the same bed together. It was as if they didn’t remember that they hadn’t been so close before, that they hadn’t grown up together. In fact, it was as if they’d forgotten that they used walk on tiptoes around each other, pining and pining, shuddering at the barest brush of hands. And when Sam asked them what was up, Cas just frowned.

“We’re boyfriends now,” Cas said and Sam never questioned it again.

But he sort of wished that they would stop making out in front of him.

#destiel ficlet #destielfanficnet #destiel drabble #deancasfanficnet #bend-me-shape-me #ask #masterpost #1.2k #kidfic #fluff #vanessa u and heli always know how to get me to write a fic #literally within 2 sec of receiving ur ask #i was typing away #ANYWAY i hope u enjoy it <33 #i'm gonna go finish my coda for the ep now :P

[porlockstompf]

Reading de Nacht Reading 2018

                                  my favourite books of the year

my overall favourite book of the year:

wiliam h gass "the william h gass reader" (2018)

post-cyberpunkstompf:

01 cixin liu "ball lightning" (2018)

02 kim stanley robinson "red moon" (2018) 03 dave hutchinson "europe at dawn" (2018)      + dave hutchinson "shelter (the aftermath 01)" (2018) 04 paul kincaid "ian m banks (modern masters of science fiction)" (2017) 05 hannu rajaniemi "summerland" (2018)

06 m john harrison "you should come with me now: stories of ghosts" (2017) 07 wade rousch (ed) "twelve tomorrows (2018) 08 christopher moore "noir" (2018) 09 jonathan strahan (ed) "infinity's end" (2018)     + jonathan strahan (ed) "the best sf & f of the year, vol XII" (2018) 10 neil clarke (ed) "the final frontier" (2018)      + neil clarke (ed) "the best sf of the year vol III" (2018)

11 gardner dozois (ed) "the year's best sf: thirty-fifth annual collection" (2018) 12 steve toutonghi "side life" (2018) 13 mike ashley (ed) "lost mars: the golden age of the red planet" (2018) 14 mary robinette kowal "the calculating stars: a lady astronaut novel" (2018) 15 mingwei song & theodore huters (eds)  "the reincarnated giant:      an anthology of twenty-first century chinese science fiction" (2018)

16 john zakour & lawrence ganem "the peach-blonde bomber" (2018) 17 becky chambers "record of a spaceborn few" (2018) 18 yoon ha lee "revenant gun" (2018) 19 derek künsken "the quantum magician" (2018) 20 gregory benford "rewrite" [arc] (2019)

21 richard k morgan "thin air" (2018) 22 charles stross "the labyrinth index" (2018) 23 john varley "irontown blues" (2018) 24 peter watts "the freeze-frame revolution" (2018) 25 karl schroeder "the million" (2018)

26 drew williams "the stars now unclaimed" (2018) 27 peter f hamilton "the salvation" (2018) 28 neal asher "the soldier" (2018) 29 nick mamatas "the people's republic of everything" (2018) 30 s j morden "one way" (2018)

31 gareth l powell "embers of war" (2018) 32 alex white "a big ship at the end of the universe" (2018)      + alex white "a bad deal for the whole galaxy" (2018) 33 s k dunstall "stars unchartered" (2018) 34 catherynne m valente "space opera" (2018) 35 alastair reynolds "elysium fire" (2018)

36 charles stross "dark state" (2018) 37 n k jemisin (ed) "the best american sf & f 2018" (2018) 38 jack mcdevitt "the long sunset" (2018)   + jack mcdevitt "a voice in the night" (2018) 39 elizabeth moon "into the fire" (2018) 40 r.e. stearns "barbary station" (2017) /      steven erikson "willfull child III: the search for spark" (2018)

polarstompf:

01 david hewson "the savage shore" (2018)

     ex aequo      andrea camilleri "the pyramid of mud" (2018)      + andrea camilleri "death at sea: montalbano's early cases" (2018)

02 mirko zilahy "de schaduw" (2017)   + mirko zilahy "de mythe van de dood" (2018) 03 mick herron "london rules" (2018)   + mick heron "the drop" (2018) 04 volker kutscher "babylon berlin" (2017)   + volker kutscher "the silent death" (2017)   + volker kutscher "goldstein" (2018) 05 chris petit "pale horse riding" (2017)

06 edgar cantero "this body's not big enough for both of us" (2018) 07 ian rankin "in a house of lies" (2018) 08 philip kerr "greeks bearing gifts" (2018) 09 jack grimwood "nightfall berlin" (2018) 10 dolan cummings "the existential leap: a crime story" (2017)

11 ann van loock "de expo '58 moorden" (2018) 12 massimo carlotto "master of knots" (2004) 13 joseph knox "sirens" (2018)     + joseph knox "the smiling man" (2018) 14 geir tangen "het meesterwerk" (2017) 15 kate atkinson "transcription" (2018)

16 patrick conrad "diep in december" (2018) 17 jorge zepeda patterson "zwarte trui" (2018) 18 wolfgang burger "heidelberg requiem" (2016) 19 charles cumming "a divided spy" (2016)      + charles cumming "the man between" (2018) 20 frank goldammer "the air raid killer" (2018)      + frank goldammer "a thousand devils" (2018)

21 andreas norman "stille oorlog" (2018) 22 jesper stein "de onrust" (2018)      + jesper stein "papa" (2018) 23 luca d'andrea "in de greep van de waanzin" (2018) 24 jo nesbø  "macbeth" (2018) 25 hans dooremalen "descartes in amsterdam: filosofische detective" (2018) /      chris pavone "the expats" (2012)

klassikstompf:

01 wiliam h gass "the william h gass reader" (2018)

02 louis armand "breakfast at midnight" (2012)      + louis armand "the combinations" (2016)      + louis armand "canicule" (2013)      + louis armand "cairo" (2014) 03 andrew crumey "the great chain of unbeing" (2018) 04 viv albertine "throw away unopened" (2018) 05 daniela cascella "singed" (2017)

06 ted geltner "blood, bone, & marrow: a biography of harry crews" (2017) 07 steve erickson "zeroville" (2007) 08 olga tokarczuk "drive your plow over the bones of the dead" (2018) 09 julián ríos "the house of ulysses" [] (2010)      + julián ríos "poundemonium" [1997] 10 daniel mendelsohn "an odyssey: a father, a son, and an epic" (2017)

11 giorgio van straten "in search of lost books: the forgotten stories of eight mythical volumes" (2017) 12 pascal mercier "night train to lisbon" (2004) 13 tony white "the fountain in the forest" (2018) 14 alejandro zambra "not to read" (2018) 15 gabriel josipovici "the cemetery in barnes" (2018)

16 lucy ives "impossible views of the world" (2017) 17 matthew herbert "the music: a novel through sound" (2018) 18 ann quin "the unmapped country: stories & fragments" (2018) 19 stephen fry "mythos" (2017) & "heroes" (2018) 20 johan swinnen "happening: de aanslag op de Inno" (2017)

21 ermanno cavazzoni "the nocturnal library" (2018) 22 richard powers "the overstory" (2018) 23 alain robbe-grillet "project for a revolution in ny" (1972) 24 melchior vischer "second through brain" (2015) 25 bob van laerhoven "return to hiroshima" (2018)      + bob van laerhoven "dossier feuerhand" (2017)      + bob van laerhoven "dangerous obsessions" (2015)      + bob van laerhoven "heart fever" (2018)

gedächtnisstompf:

01 jacques derrida "geschlecht III: sexe, race, nation, humanité" (2018)      + jacques derrida "le goût du secret: entretiens 1993-1995" (2018)

02 tom cohen, claire colebrook & j hillis miller      "theory & the disappearing future:  on deman, on benjamin" (2011) 03 hannah arendt "het waagstuk van de politiek:      over politieke leugens en burgerlijke ongehoorzaamheid" (2018)      + dirk de schutter "hannah arendt: politiek denker" (2015) 04 serge andré "les perversions #1: le fétichisme" (2013)      + serge andré "les perversions #1: le sadisme" (2013)      + serge andré "les perversions #1: le masochisme" (2013) 05 ger groot "4 ongemakkelijke filosofen: nietzsche, cioran, bataille, derrida"            (2003)

06 mark fisher "k-punk: the collected & unpublished writings (2014-2016)" (2018) 07 molier, ellian, rijpkema (eds) "de strijd om de democratie:      essays over democratische zelfverdediging" (2018) 08 florentijn van rootselaar "filosofisch veldwerk:      grote filosofen van nu over leven in barre tijden" (2018) 09 lieven de cauter "van de grote woorden & kleine dingen" (2018) 10 nemanja mitrovic      "the (im)possibility of literature as the possibility of ethics" (2017)

11 sue prideaux "i am dynamite! a life of friedrich nietzsche" (2018) 12 paul farley & michael symmons roberts "deaths of the poets" (2018) 13 erik bledsoe (ed) "perspectives on harry crews" (2001) 14 kailash c baral & r radhakrishan (eds)      "theory after derrida: essays in critical praxis"(2018) 15 agnes czajka & bora isyar (eds)      "europe after derrida: crisis & potentiality" (2016)

poesisstompf:

01 john cooper clarke "the luckiest guy alive" (2018)

02 kate tempest "running upon the wires" (2018) 03 robin robertson "the long take" (2018) 04 david austin "dread poetry & freedom:      linton kwesi johnson & the unfinished revolution" (2018) 05 tommy pico "junk" (2018)

platterstompf:

01 power, devereux, & dillane (eds)       "heart & soul: critical essays on joy division" (2018)

02 michael glasmeier & ursula block (eds) "broken music: artists' recordworks"         (2nd edition 2018) 03 mark e smith "messing up the paintwork: the wit & wisdom of mark e smith"         (2018) 04 willy dirickx (ed) "de brassers" (2018) 05 tommy mackay "40 odd years of the fall" (2018)

06 john h baker "the art of nick cave: new critical essays" (2013) 07 will oldham "songs of love & horror: collected lyrics of will oldham" (2018)      + alan licht (ed) "will oldham on bonnie 'prine' billy" (2012) 08 michael goddard & benjamin halligan      "mark e smith & the fall: art, music, & politics" (2013) 09 daniel kane "do you have a band? poetry & punk rock in nyc" (2017) 10 bendle "permanent transience" (2015)

11 david grubbs "now that the audience is assembled" (2018) 12 nick soulsby "swans: sacrifice & transcendence (the oral history)" (2018)      + michael gira "the egg: stories" (2018) 13 robert young & irmin schmidt "all gates open: the story of can" (2018) 14 mike goldschmith "discord: the story of noise" (2012) 15 bruce russell      "gilded splinters: essays & aphorisms towards an aesthetic of noise" (2018)

16 philippe robert "agitation frite" (2018)²      + philippe robert "action friite" (2018)      + philippe robert "action frIIIte" (2018) 17 guillaume belhomme, philippe robert, ea "le son du grisli:      varèse, tzara, mochizuki & cave" (2018) 18 david stubbs "future days: krautrock & the building of modern germany"                (2018)       + david stubbs "mars by 1980: the story of electronic music" (2018) 19 blixa bargeld "europa: una letania" [2009] (2018) 20 chris bohn (ed) "the wire" 

21 richard hirst (ed)      "we were strangers: stories inspired by unknown pleasures" (2018) 22 françois girodineau "nick cave & the bad seeds: tender prey" (2018) 23 mick middles "the fall" (2009) 24 jim dooley "red set: a history of gang of four" (2018) 25 mats gustafsson      "discaholics! record collector confessions vol I (2nd ed)" (2018) /      + rob van scheers "drie akkoorden & de waarheid: muzikale levenslessen"              (2014)

stagestompf:

01 ian rankin & rona munro "rebus: long shadows" (2018)

humorstompf:

01 robin ince       "i'm a joke & so are you: a comedian's take on what makes us human"       (2018) 02 simon munnery "how to live" (2018) 03 lucien randall "disgusting bliss: the brass eye of chris morris" (2011)

bilderstompf:

01 michael glasmeier & ursula block (eds)      "broken music: artists' recordworks" (2nd edition 2018)

02 thomas bernhard & ferry radax "thomas bernhard: 3 days" (2016) 03 ed van der elsken "love on the left bank" (2002) 04 philippe monsel "francis bacon" (1994)

05 paul duncan & jürgen müller (eds)   "film noir plus taschen's top 50 pick of noir classics from 1940-1960" (2017) 06 cuauhtémoc medina "manifesta 9: the deep of the modern" (2012) 07 julian schnabel: permanently becoming & the architecture of seeing" (2012) 08 reinhard kleist "nick cave & the bad seeds: an art book" (2018)

wissenschaftstompf & other distractions:

01 brian cox & robin ince      "how to build a universe: an infinite monkey cage adventure" (2017)

02 patrick moore & chris north       "the sky at night: answers to questions from across the univers" (2012) 03 chip carter "obsessed with star trek" (2011) 04 leon hunt "danger:diabolik" (2018)

cyclostompf:

01 jean cléder "petite éloge de la course cycliste" (2018)

02 max leonard "higher calling: cycling's obsession with mountains" (2018) 03 colin o'brien      "giro d'italia: the story of the world's most beautiful bike race" (2018) 04 velominati      "wielergoden: de meest heldhaftige renners ooit 38 heroïsche verhalen”           (2018) 05 william fotheringham "sunday in hell" (2018)

06 jonas heyerick (ed) "bahamontes" (magazine) o.a. extra editie de giro (2018) 07 jorge zepeda patterson "zwarte trui" (2018) 08 dirk jan roeleven "de nieuwe fiets: villar san constanzo - a'dam" (2018) 09 frederik baeckelandt "gino bartali (les héros 03)" (2018) 10 chris sidwells "the call of the road: the history of cycle road racing" (2018)

10 john dowie "the freewheeling john dowie:                  a comedian, a bike, & a tent, what could possibly go right?" (2018) 12 edward pickering "the ronde:       inside the tour of flanders, the world's toughest bike race" (2018) 13 charles pope "a golden age of cycling" (2018) 14 roger gilles "women on the move:       the forgotten era of women's bicycle racing" (2018) 15 peter cossins "the first tour de france:       60 cyclists & 19 days of daring on the road to paris" (2017)

16 paul maunder "the wind at my back: my cycling life" (2018)       + paul maunder "rainbows in the mud" (2017) 17 giacomo pellizzari "het geheim van de eenzame fietser" [2015] (2017) 18 dries de zaeytijd & fons leroy "25 jaar kweekvijver van koerstalent" (2018) 19 peter sagan "my world" (2018) 20 bradley wiggins "icons: my inspiration, my motivation, my obsession" (2018)

most pleasing purchases:

01 jayne county "man enough to be a woman" (1996)

02 berns, moyaert, & van tongeren (eds)      "de god van denkers en dichters: opstellen voor samuel ijsseling" (1997)

03 anselm kiefer       "l'art survivra à ses ruines: anselm kiefer au collège de france" (2011) 04 ludger lütkehaus       "'ruhe. grösse, sonnenlicht': friedrich nietzsche in sils-maria" (2014) 05 paul raabe "spaziergange durch nietzsches sils-marie" (1994)

… tsundoku !

may your home be safe from tigers, leroy, x HNY!

find me on LT:

TBR... PILING UP ...

postcyberpunkstompf:

adam roberts "adam (the aftermath 02)" (2018) eric brown "the martian simulacra: a sherlock holmes mystery" (2018) gary gibson "scienceville & other worlds" (2018) greg egan "phoresis" (2018) ian mcdonald "time was" (2018) ian whates & tom hunter (eds) "2001: an odyssey in words: celebrating the centenary of arthur c clarke's birth" james lovegrove "firefly: big damn hero" (2018) james patrick kelly "the promise of space & other stories" (2018)

jeff noon "a man of shadows" (2017) + jeff noon "the body library" (2018) kevin j anderson "selected stories: science fiction vol I" (2018) rich larson "tomorrow factory: collected fiction" (2018) seb doubinsky "missing signal" (2018) stephen baxter "redemption" (2018) + stephen baxter "xelee: vengeance" (2018) steve erikson "rejoice" (2018) tom schweterlitsch "the gone world" (2018) & maybe, just maybe: jay key "how to pick up women with a drunk space ninja" (2018) + jay key "how to win a pit fight with a drunk space ninja" (2018)

polarstompf:

dario correnti "heimwee naar bloed" (2018) giancarlo de cataldo "suburra" (2017) matthew pearl "the dante chamber" (2018) victor del árbol "a million drops" (2018) zygmunt miloszewski "priceless" [2013] (2018)

#2018 #rewind #reading #lecture #librarything

[waywardandwestward]

Let Me Be Your Shelter

Chapter 2 (Updated) 

Gally x OFC

Warning(s): Never enough editing, Not beta-read.

When you lose someone, you try to remember the last time you saw them. And most of the time it’s a blurry memory, because at that time you had no idea it would be the last.“ - Hedonist Poet

A/N: Hello friends, enjoy chapter two! I’m still having some issues with adding links and having the post show up in the tags. For now I’m going to reblog this post an hour after the upload with a link to the Masterlist and Chapter One, so check out the notes to find those!). If you have have any, questions, comments, or concerns please feel free to let me know!

Day 1: Rules and Regulations

Gally's words had been kind, if not comforting. But they hadn't stopped me from trying to run away again. I had attempted to escape at least six other times that afternoon while most of the boys continued to fight over my fate. My fate, as if I had no choice in the matter.  

After the second or third breakaway, Gally had officially been put on guard duty. He was bigger than most of the other boys, and by the time I had gotten to my sixth escape attempt, he was able to tie me arms down against a tree in the middle of the woods, or "The Deadheads", as I had heard him call it.

 The wind whistled and a sunset flamed through the trees.   The Deadheads were quiet compared to the overwhelming shouts that came from the campfire the rest of the boys were holding.

"Now," Gally said letting out a frustrated puff of air. His stance was wide and his arms were crossed. "Are we ready to start acting like civilized human beings instead of running away every three seconds?"

"Civilized? You're the one who tied me to a tree!" I defended struggling with the ropes around my wrists. "And I'm not the one living out the middle of nowhere. Is that what your calling civilized?"

"Hey!" Gally snapped. He took a step closer. "Alby's worked hard to keep us all together and healthy. We might be forced to stay here, but this is our home. The least you could do is show a little respect."

I froze for a second, relaxing into my restraints. "What do you mean forced? There are four different exits out there. Pick one and get out of here."

"It's not that simple," he said. "The maze won't let us leave."

"Maze?"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you all day, Greenie. But, you keep running away."

"Well it's gonna be a little hard to run away now," I retorted trying to wave my trapped arms in the air. "So, explain."

Gally stared, flummoxed by the force in my voice. "Do you hear that?" he asked A low, rumbling growl shifted the air and vibrated the ground beneath our feet. "Those exits out there are closing. It happens everyday just before nightfall.  Once they close... you'll really start to hear things...." He paused. "Loud screeches, clicks, scratches..."

"What is it?" I asked hesitantly.

"We're not sure exactly," he said. "We think part of it is the the walls moving, changing itself. That's why we call it a maze, it's impossible to find your way through. But there's something living out their too.

"What?" I asked.

"No one's ever seen one. But, according to Alby three guys have died because of that maze," he explained with a pained expression on his face.  "I witnessed one myself." He paused again, swallowing deeply and clenching his jaw. "It was pretty obvious by his screams that there's something else out there."

The silence between every sentence had me hooked on his speech, but it also drove me mad. As it turned out, I wasn't very good with silence. "Aren't you at all curious if there's a way out?" I asked. "There has to be. I mean it's a maze, which means it's a puzzle, right? There has to be-"

"We can't risk losing anyone else," he replied firmly. Perhaps I had touched a nerve.

I'm not sure where the thought came from and I almost didn't want to pry, but it just slipped out. "The boy you saw go into the maze. Were you close?"

I had definitely touched a nerve. "I don't talk about it with other Gladers," he forced through his mouth.

"I'm not a Glader, I'm a Greenie."

His face softened and he rolled his eyes. There was a small, but sad smile that cracked his armor. "Maybe another time," he said. "So now that you know why you can't leave... are you gonna run away again?"

I bit lip slightly, and shook my head no.

"Okay, then," he sighed. He pulled a knife out of his pocket and ran it through the rope.

"Josephine," I breathed out the minute his hand touched mine and my writs felt felt relief from the binds.

"What?" Gally raised an eyebrow.

"My name-it's Josephine," I said it again, but the word didn't quite taste right.

"Josephine?"

"No," I said. "I mean yes, but- could you call me Jo?"

Jo. That name felt right.

"Jo," he tested the sound of my name on his own tongue. "Okay Jo, then I have something we need to do. Follow me." He began heading in the direction of the Glade.

"Where are we going exactly?" I asked, my feet dragging though the long blades of grass.

"It's time for your initiation, Jo," he smirked. "Come on, keep up!"

Neither of us made it much farther, however. "Gally!" A voice rang out. "Greenie!" Newt was running up to us from behind. Gally and I both stopped in our tracks and turned to face him. "You sort everything out?" He asked Gally.

I didn't allow the boy next me to answer before I said, "For now."

Newt nodded in understanding but the way he avoided eye contact made him seem less than comfortable, "Well, okay then. Listen, Gally and... Greenie-

"Her name is Jo," Gally corrected him.

I could see Newt had raised an eyebrow at me, and I just nodded with a smile. "Alright, Gally and-and Jo," Newt corrected. "Alby's called a meeting."

"Can't it wait ten minutes?" Gally asked. "I was gonna show Jo The Wall."

"You can show it to her later," Newt said. "Right now we have some things we have to work out." Newt then turned around and headed back towards the fire.

"Gee, by 'things' do you think he could have possibly meant me?" I asked rhetorically.

Gally gave an apologetic grin. "Come on."

The moon had officially risen. As Alby settled everyone down, I sat twiddling my fingers between Gally and Newt. Zart, another glader with striking blonde hair, rosy cheeks, and a square jaw, calmed down the fire.  

When the group finally quieted, all eyes went towards me.

"Look it's no secret that things are different," Alby addressed to the group. "There are seven of us now. Which means pretty soon we're gonna start needing more resources."

"The box is still sending up supplies," Mikey, the fifth Glader who was sitting directly across from me replied. He was attractive looking with dark, curly hair and a chiseled face. He had ears that just slightly too big for his head. "Do you really think that's our biggest problem right now?" He glanced over at me. Mikey's judgmental glare was immediately off putting.

"I think what Alby is trying to say is after what happened yesterday, things could be changing," Although he tried to be more discreet, I could see Newt's eyes flicker over at me as well. "Things are changing. And it's better to be prepared for it."

"How do you suggest we do that?" the sixth and final Glader, Bach, who sat hunched over next to Mikey, responded. Bach was the oldest of the group, or at least he looked the oldest. Much like Gally, his face held a stern glance on nearly all occasions.

"Newt, Gally, and I talked it over last night," Alby said. I turned my head to both of them, almost as if I was trying to read their minds to see what Alby was going to say next.

"Wait, you didn't think to include us in this little conversation?" Mikey folded his arms over his chest. He was clearly angry, and to be honest, I didn't blame him. The look on Bach's long face made it clear he felt the same.

"You were already asleep. And that's why we're talking about it now," Alby defended himself. "The point I've been trying to make, is that I think we all need to take a little more responsibility. Who knows how many more kids are gonna come up in that box. Boys or girls. We need to be able to take care of them, and ourselves."

"Look we already elected you leader," Mikey said aggressively. "What more do you want?"

"It's like Alby said, we need to take more responsibility. We need ground rules," Gally replied. "That way everyone feels safe here."

"They're right," Zart spoke up. "I mean, it would certainly make me feel safer."

"Alright. Well then, rule one," Alby stated. "Everyone does their part. No slackers. We can't just sit around all day and do nothing, there's too much at stake here."

"We should all take up a job," Zart agreed. "Maybe I could work in the garden. You know, making sure there's enough food for everyone."

Newt raised his hand, "All in favor?" The rest of us raised our hands.

"We need shelter too," Bach said. "The ceiling Mikey built- it's falling apart. We need something better."

"Gally's the strongest," Newt offered. Looking over at him. "And he did make that hammock forest for us to sleep in."

It took a minute for Gally to respond, but eventually he shrugged and said, "I guess I could do that."

"All in favor?" Everyone raised their hand. "Alright, Gally's our Builder."

"What about you, Greenie?" Mikey turned to look at me with the cheesiest grin I had ever seen spread across his face. "What can you do?"

"Her name is Jo," both Newt and Gally exclaimed almost too proudly.

Slightly embarrassed by their declaration, I simply waved awkwardly. "Yeah, hi."

"Well?" Mikey pressed.

Truth be told, there was only one thing I wanted to do, and I knew at least one of them wouldn't be on board. But, I spoke my truth anyway. "Well, I was thinking maybe we should have someone go out and map the maze during the-"

"No," Alby's answer was brief and direct.

"Did you pay attention to anything  I said, Greenie?" Gally barked and shook his head in his hands before looking back up at me. He looked me directly in the eye with that same gaze that had me terrified so much on our first meeting. "It's not worth the risk," he gritted through his teeth.

Looks like I'm back to Greenie, I thought bitterly to myself. I wasn't going to let his stare-down faze me. "It's my life. I'll decide if it's worth risking."

Gally's eyebrows lowered."That's not how this works."

"Who the hell are you to-?"

"Gally's right," Alby said.

My lips pierced in concentration waiting for Gally to look away. "So, what? I don't even get a say?"

"Of course you do," I heard Newt's voice behind me. "You get a vote. We can call for one as soon as one of you decides who's won this pissing contest." It was then that Gally and I realized how immature we were being. We both looked down, a bit ashamed of our behavior, "All in favor?"

Bach and I were the only two to raise our hands. I almost let out a sigh of disappointment, but I chose not to waste my breath. I knew exactly how that vote was going to go down.

"Seriously?" Mikey whispered to Bach.

"The girl's right. The Maze is safe during the day, as far as we know. And we all wanna find a way out of here, right? If she wants to risk her life trying to save our asses, I say let her do it."

Zart spoke up as well. "Bach's got a poi-"

Gally immediately cut him off. "We already voted. Majority rules." He looked over at me again probably with a frown, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of looking up. I just stared down at a broken twig on the ground, and then threw it briskly into the fire.

"How about for now, you help Gally as a builder. He's not gonna be able to build an entire homestead on his own," Alby suggested.

I almost laughed at the proposal. I moved my eyes to meet Alby's just so he could see how pissed off I was. "I am not working with that shank." Shank was a term I had heard Zart calling Mikey earlier on that day. I didn't really know what it meant, but I knew it was an insult. Clearly so did Gally. He was about to defend himself, but Alby jumped in before he could.

"Let's move on. We can assign everyone else's roles when we're finished."

"So what's rule number two then?" Zart inquired.

"Never harm another Glader. Trust is the most important thing here," Alby stated. "Without trust, we'll start turning on each other, and we'll all be dead within a month."

"I like that," Newt said. "I think it'll make some of us feel a little safer. Right, Jo?"

"That depends, Newt," I replied, my eyes focused on the fire. "What happens if you break the rule?"

"I think we should all get a vote on that too," Mikey jumped in.

"How about we all vote on whether or not they're guilty; you know, whether they should actually be punished or not," Bach suggested. "And then Alby can decide on the punishment."

"I could build a jail," Gally offered up, speaking for the first time since our argument. "We could lock em up for a few days. Maybe without food... If it's really bad we could banish them to the maze." He had merely mumbled the last part of what he had said, but it was clear enough to make everyone in the circle shift in their seat.

"Again, I think maybe we should let Alby decide."

"I'll take that into consideration, Gally," Alby replied with hesitance. "A jail cell sounds like a pretty good idea though." Gally nodded.

"Are we all in favor of rule number two?" Newt asked. We raised our hands unanimously.

"Two rules seems pretty good," Mikey sighed, clearly growing tired of the conversation. He was just about to get out of his seat, but someone stopped him.

"One more," Gally spoke up again. "Number three: Never go outside the Glade."

There was a silence, a small moment where we all looked around at each other, knowing that this rule, would mean being trapped in within these walls indefinitely. "All in favor?" I was the only one who didn't raise their hand. Bach looked at me and shrugged. "Sorry, Greenie," he mouthed.

"These are the rules that we'll live by," Alby said. "We save the right to change them, but the vote must be unanimous. Now, to assigning the rest of your positions..." Alby's voice began to blur. I stood up, overwhelmed once again. I was alone once again.

"Where are you going?" Newt asked quietly.

"I just need a minute." The second I turned around, tears began to fall from my eyes.

Gally was wrong. I was still alone.

#gally #tmr #tmr gally #will poulter #gally x ofc #gally x reader #the maze runner #gally x jo #jo #fanfic #fanfiction #lmbys #tmr fanfic

[pro-logue-epi-logue]

How to find anything on my blog using tags->

For devil's night/willemmy incorrectquotes,use #willemmy incorrect quotes , #kaibanks incorrect quotes , #incorrect quote

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[da-tasuky]

Get to know Me Tag

Rules: tag people you want to get to know better

I was tagged by @marichat4lyf

Relationship status: In a relationship with my laptop. Is very passionate. (Ok, Single)

Top 3 ships: Marichat, Lukanette, cheesecake ♥

Top 3 rarepairs: Marikim!! Alyanette, Chlonette

Actually, most of my fave ships change constantly but I love these the most rn! And... yes, I just like Marinette dating everyone ;;;;

Lipstick or chapstick: Both, actually. I use chapstick the most because is lazy and that sounds like me. But when I go out I use lipstick so... both  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Last song: Undertale Dj-Jo Remix

Last Movie: Black Panther!!

Currently Reading: Idk, my email is filled with thons of new chapters I havent had time to read ;;;; I need to read the last chaper of nightfall!!! AAAHHH! At least I’m up to date with Mouse Trap ;; And luckily with Miraclasse too! And of course, A Civil Shipping War AAAAHHH!!! ♥

Tagging: @buginettez, @overworkedunderwhelmed , @mindfulmagics cos I mentioned your fics! ;) 

#tag game #Tasuky did a thing

[nimrodinked]

The Chill of Home, Imperfect as it Is

With the season finally bringing snow to my area, I've been thinking, more prevalently than usual, about an old title I used to play back when you had to buy it. A game about brothers in the old times, fighting in the canadian wilderness to protect their sister. It's called Sangfroid: Tales of Werewolves, a game about setup and execution where you lay traps and defenses for the night of unholy terrors ahead, and beat the ever-loving hell out of all manner of folklore creatures, from werewolves to wendigos.

I don't think I'll be talking much on the story, it's very straightforward with a twist at the end that, to my knowledge, never led to a sequel. Instead I think it'd be quite a bit more enjoyable to talk about actual gameplay, one of the many aspects I think this game shines in. It is, all in all, a fairly simple affair, having a basic attack string and a special 'rage' attack to unleash once you've caused enough damage. In addition, the player, whoever they pick as their protagonist, has a rifle with a simple aided aiming system that both makes shots forgiving, and rewards accuracy with higher damage on properly aimed headshots. That's the extent of the fighting proper, but the game is about more than brawling with wolfmen in the woods. You get a preparation time before nightfall, getting exact information on waves and pathing so you can lay traps in the way of enemies. Your tools expand as you play, starting with simple bear traps and hanging rockfalls, building up to auto-attacking sacred trees and sniper crows nests allowing you to zipline quickly across the map. It all gets quite hectic, and the game shines quite nicely, especially on hard mode, which in itself is a welcome little change.

Rather than having a static character and scaling difficulty, players choose either easy or hard mode at the beginning of the game. A rather entertaining lore twist, 'easy' mode sees you playing as Jos, the younger brother blessed with a freakishly large build and Paul Bunyon-esque endurance. He's built like a truck and hits just as hard, capable of easily tangling toe-to-toe with werewolves and tougher enemies solo, freeing up more time in preparation mode to make money with log-cutting and spend on bought traps like black powder barrels. The harder mode sees you playing Jacques, the older of the two brothers and all around adventurous mountain man, now retired to a quiet life in the countryside at his log cabin. Jacques isn't blessed with his brothers strength, meaning while he can, if cleverly executed, kill a werewolf one to one, the encounter will eave most damaged and out of stamina for the next fight. So naturally, Jacques requires players to plan more carefully and set up a plan that will ideally be executed without an axe swung at an enemy, baiting groups of rabid wolves into spike pits and bear trapping Maikan shapeshifters under hanging rocks to crush them. Jacques makes you engage the game on a smarter level, forcing you to make elaborate plans and backups, rather than just wading thigh-deep into furry growling monsters.

With the constant evolving of traps usable, the expanding list of foes and their unique abilities, upgrading your gear and balancing out having holy armaments for unholy killing and silver for Maikan slaying, not to mention the skill upgrade system that augments your traps and combat abilities, not to mention that, to add additional difficulty, the area you have to protect gets larger and more difficult to traverse, it's a canadian sledload of tools and challenges to test your mettle. Not to mention the final boss, which, without spoilers, is magically hidden from sight and requires you to use every trick up your sleeve to triumph.

Gameplay isn't the only thing that makes me love this game, in fact there's not much I really dislike about my experience going back. The voice acting is, while at times a little on the corny side, in major part believable and enjoyable. The character models are a bit odd at times, though it's mostly the underused shopkeepers that look the most like unfinished models. Jos, Jacques, and their little sister all look very nice, and even the rather hellish model of the Devil (yes he shows up, rather immediately in the story in fact) looks good enough to pass. It's a shame then that there's a few 'off' bits in the game, mainly the axe models. The axes themselves lok very nice, but they're quite upscaled, to the point that the head is larger than the character models own noggin. That, and the character portrait for Jacques. I don't know who drew it, but I'd very much like to hunt them down and ask them why they think single-fire muskets possessed ACOG sniper scopes back in the day. Silly things, nitpicks really, and I only point them out because they're generally the exception to an otherwise fantastic direction.

Topping all of this off, the music. My word, the music. Exactly the kind of high-pulse, frenetic canadian pieces you'd expect of the locale, with musical stings to alert you when enemies have caught your scent or a new wave is spawning. Coupled with softer, more somber pieces during daytime shopping and planning, it's all a great accompaniment to your brawling and scheming. So, the game's great, what's the catch, where does it get awful or fall flat? Well, nowhere so grevious, though I do have a single major issue with how things are paced. Mainly the tutorials. They're very helpful if you haven't played the game before, but for me, who only really needed a touch-up on knowledge, the agonizing slowness of every new mechanic does grate, if only a bit. That's only for repeat players mind you, it was as I recall a lovely little learning experience seeing the videos drop down and a friendly, Gabe Newell-esque man teach me the intricacies of the wall of flames.

So, Sangfroid, a game I love, and started playing again. It's got a lot of love poured into it, has a satisfying gameplay loop that'll always keep you wanting to move one day further, and, best of all, as far as I've seen, it's free on steam. It went free to play a long while ago, and seeing how they didn't add any micro-pay oddities into the formula, I think this is a case of the dev team wanting to get their labor of love out to all the people they could, a notion which, if true, would be a nice sentiment. As far as I know they've made one other game, but seeing how Sangfroid is literally a free to play gem of fun gameplay and simple but effective narrative, they're a highly ranked studio. In my eyes anyhow. So, check it out, you've nothing to lose but time, a resource I'm sure many of us find we have much more of nowadays. Thanks for reading, and wrap up warmly; the forests are a cold place.

#video games #werewolf #pc games #canada

[kajxa]

Quotes!!

I’ve decided to make a masterpost of quotes I've stumbled across over the years and that I find are inspirational, beautiful, or anything, really. There’s not a specific goal with this, if anyone is looking for quotes for their bullet journal, something for motivation or inspiration, then I hope that this will come in handy. Here we go!

Anne Brontë:

“But he who dare not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose.”

“’What a fool you must be,’ said my head to my heart, or my sterner to my softer self.”

“But smiles and tears are so alike with me; they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.”

Emily Brontë:

“She burned too bright for this world.”

Charlotte Brontë:

“It is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what is your fate to be required to bear.”

“Feeling without judgement is a washy draught indeed; but judgement untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition.”

Coco Chanel:

“The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.”

Charles Dickens:

“The sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on.”

“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlaying our hard hearts.”

“Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never bound you, but for the formation of the first link of one memorable day.”

“Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.”

Albert Einstein:

“If people are good only because they fear punishment, and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.”

Louisa May Alcott:

“But young as she was, Jo had learned that hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally.”

“I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.”

“There are many little Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadows behind.”

Anaïs Nin:

“I can only connect deeply or not at all.”

“I feel very small. I don’t understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.”

Sylvia Plath:

“I’m not afraid of being lost. We all wander off from time to time. It’s the fear of never quite finding myself that keeps me up at night.”

Oscar Wilde:

“Nowadays people know the prize of everything and the value of nothing.”

“…So that if I may not write beautiful books, I may at least read beautiful books; and what joy can be greater?”

Virginia Woolf:

“The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young girls translated into practice. Girls were roses, and their seasons were as the flowers’. Plucked they must be before nightfall; for the day was brief and the day was all.”

“At one and the same time, therefore, society is everything and society is nothing. Society is the most powerful concoction in the world and society has no existence whatsoever.”

“It is all an illusion (which is nothing against it, for illusions are the most valuable and necessary of all things, and she who can create one is among the world’s greatest benefactors), but as it is notorious that illusions are shattered by conflict with reality, so not real happiness, no real wit, no real profundity are tolerated where the illusion prevails.”

“Thinking was torment; why not give up thinking, and drift and dream?”

“Dreary, calm November days when there is but one cloud, but that one covers the whole heaven.”

#I'm sorry for the length #I couldn't help myself and I wanted to include so much more #but there are just too many beautiful quotes in the world the deserve recognition #words #quotes #bullet journal quotes #inspirational #motivational #I hate myself for using those tags but WELL WELL #anne brontë #emily brontë #charlotte brontë #coco chanel #charles dickens #albert einstein #louisa may alcott #anaïs nin #sylvia plath #oscar wilde #virginia woolf #I think that's it #my posts

[frolwriting]

Through Time and Space: The Daemons Part 1

Hey guys!  Here’s the surprise!  I decided to post an extra chapter of Through Time and Space for the year!  I didn’t give you one last week, so here’s a chapter for you!  I hope you enjoy it!  

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: 3rd Doctor x Reader

Warnings: Violence

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When I awoke again, I was in a bed somewhere I didn't recognize. I must be with an early regeneration. I went over to the desk that was in the room to see some papers that had U.N.I.T stuff on it. I must be at U.N.I.T. I knew the Doctor had been a part of U.N.I.T at one time or another. I walked out and saw a soldier walking by. "Excuse me." The soldier stopped and looked at me. "Do you know where I can find the Doctor?"

"Oh, yes Ms. Foster. He's in the garage." He was about to leave.

"Can you point me to the garage? I have forgotten how to get there."

"You just go down that hallway, turn left, and you'll see a door that says garage on it."

"Thank you!" I said leaving to head that way. I got to the door soon enough and found the Third Doctor and Jo in the garage working on old Bessie. I smiled vaguely reading about that car.

"But it really is the dawning of the age of Aquarius." Jo said.

"So?" The Doctor asked. I smiled.

"Well, that means the occult. Well, you know, the supernatural and all that magic bit."

"So does that make me the queen?" I asked making my presence known. "My sign is Aquarius." I said going over to the Doctor. He smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

"You're always a queen."

"You're too sweet." I said blushing. I went over and stood next to Jo.

"You know, really, Jo, I'm obviously wasting my time trying to turn you into a scientist. At least Kate had some knowledge when we first met."

"Well, how do you know there's nothing in it?" Jo asked.

"How? Well, I just know, that's all. Everything that happens in life must have a scientific explanation. If you know where to look for it, that is. Right, Kate?"

"Well, I think that a lot of things can be explained, but there is still a lot that can't be explained. I'm not throwing out the idea of magic." I said.

"You and that book series. You're obsessed." He said getting back to work.

"Yes, but suppose something was to happen and nobody knew the explanation. Well, nobody in the world, in the universe. Well, that would be magic, wouldn't it?" Jo asked. I nodded my head.

"You know, Jo, for a reasonably intelligent young lady, you do have the most absurd ideas." Just then Bessie started up and drove off. I didn't know she could do that. It doesn't surprise me that she could.

"Doctor, look!" Jo exclaimed. Bessie drove around the yard and came back. I just laughed.

"Bessie, how dare you go gallivanting around like that." The Doctor said. The car honked. 'Are you sorry?" She honked again. "Very well, I forgive you. Now go back to your parking place before I change my mind." She reversed out of the garage and went to I guess wherever the Doctor wanted her.

"Don't be too hard on the car." I said.

"I can't just have her driving around by herself." He said. Just then a man I think his name was Yates came in.

"I know there's a good explanation for all this, but I just can't think of it for the moment." He said.

"Would you believe magic?" The Doctor asked.

"Magic?" The man asked confused.

"Hmm."

"No!" The man exclaimed.

"Well, Jo and Kate would."

"That's not fair." Jo said.

"Okay, I agree with Jo there again, and you can't make fun of the queen." I said.

"Well, you explain it then." The Doctor said turning toward us.

"I don't know. I suppose you did it." Jo said.

"I know you did something, Doctor. Considering you have a time machine, this doesn't surprise me." I said.

"Naturally or should I say scientifically. Solenoids and a solar mechanism in Bessie and-" He took a box out of his pocket. "A radio control unit here. You see how easy it is to be a magician?"

"How infuriating can you get." Jo said.

"Oh honey, you haven't seen the worst of it." I said. The Doctor gave me a look. "Hey, I will eventually see every regeneration. You're all different."

"Wait, how many times have you seen this face?" He asked suddenly getting very interested in our adventures.

"This is actually the first time I've seen this face. It's the third adventure I've been on." I laughed. "That's really ironic."

"You're still very new at this then. This is Yates by the way. I know he's met you. Well, a much older you." I was right! "This is also Jo, which you seem to recognize. You always know my companions before I do." There was silence.

"Okay back to your car, it doesn't prove anything."

"Would you like me to show you some more then?"

"No thanks, I've had enough of your knavish tricks. I don't know how Kate does it sometimes."

"I zone out a lot." The Doctor gives me another look.

"Anyway, I want to see that TV program. Mike, would you give me a life?" Jo asked turning to Yates.

"Sure." He said.

"Oh, I want to go!" I said.

"You can go to." Yates said.

"You coming, Doctor?" I asked. He looked a little sad.

"Coming where?" He asked.

"Well, to see that program." Yates stated.

"Oh, not you too, Captain Yates? First my companion, then my wife, and now you."

"Oh, I wouldn't miss it for the world. Very exciting. Forecasts of doom and disaster if anyone disturbs the burial chamber."

"That sounds fun." The Doctor shook his head.

"Captain Yates, you astound me."

"Well, you never know. Devil's End has a funny reputation."

"What did you say?" The Doctor asked getting suddenly interested.

"Devil's End. The village near the dig."

"Devil's End? Devil's End?" The Doctor said looking at me like I'm supposed to know something. I just shrugged. I had no idea what I was in for.

"Doctor, are you all right?" I asked.

"Yes. Yes, I'm fine." We went out into the yard, and I was surprised the Doctor followed us.

"Now where are you going?" Yates asked.

"To see that TV program, of course." He said grabbing my hand. He's nervous. He has a bad feeling about it. Me and the Doctor got into Bessie, while Yates and Jo got in a U.N.I.T vehicle. We drove to another U.N.I.T place which looks more homey. There were bunk beds, a table, a phone, soda machine, and a tv. There was a guy sitting and watching something on the TV.

"Has it started yet?" Jo asked.

"Shush." The guy said. I looked to the Doctor to tell me who he was.

"Benton." He whispered into my ear. I nodded. "Let's see what he has to say."

"Has remained an enigma, but tonight, the enigma will be solved." The guy just went on and on about the place. He talked about there being treasure and why it was on this exact day.

"Beltane, of course." The Doctor said like it was obvious. Then they started talking about the legends of the place. Apparently there was a curse on it. "You know, there's something dreadfully wrong here." I nodded.

"Hey, you really mean that, don't you?" Jo said getting scared.

"I don't know. Aquarius? The Devil's Hump? Beltane?" The guy kept talking. "Come on, think, think!"

"Doctor, look. Something's going on." Benton said. Then an older lady came on and tried to attack the professor guy.

"Get your hands off me, young man! Let me go!" She said.

"Okay, Harry." The interviewer said.

"I've come here to protest, and protest I shall."

"Now this is Miss Hawthorne, a prominent local resident who's very much opposed to Professor Horner's dig. Professor Horner, I believe you two have already met?" "I'll say. The daft woman's been pestering me for weeks." The professor said. "I've been trying to make you see reason." She said frustrated. "Miss Hawthorne, why are you so opposed to this dig?" The interviewer asked. "Because this man is tampering with forces he does not understand." She said pointing at the professor. "Oh, come on now." The professor said obviously annoyed. "You'll bring destruction on yourself and upon the whole area if you persist. Death and disaster await you. Believe me, I know." "But that's just it. Why should we believe you and how do you know?" The interviewer asked. "I'm a witch." I was surprised the woman said that on TV. Some people would think she's crazy and the others would try and have her killed. "You see? I told you she was daft." The professor said. "Miss Hawthorne, you don't really mean to say-" The interviewer said probably thinking the same thing I was. "I tell you I'm a witch! White, of course, but that is why you should listen to me. I know!" She said. "Well, thank you very much, Miss Hawthorne, for a most interesting-" "I've cast the runes. I've consulted the talisman of Mercury. It's written in the stars. When Beltane is come, tread softly, for lo, the prince himself is nigh. And tonight is Beltane." "You see? Mad as a hatter." I really didn't like this professor guy. "The prince?" The interviewer asked slightly interested. "The Prince of Evil, the Dark One, the Horned Beast."

"Come on, Kate, Jo." The Doctor said grabbing my hand again as he turned to leave.

"Where to?" I asked. Jo started moving as well.

"Devil's End, of course. That woman is perfectly right. We've got to stop that lunatic before it's too late." We left and got into Bessie. We made it to Devil's End by nightfall. We somehow ended up just standing on a road trying to figure out to get to where this place is. We couldn't figure out how to get there. "It's no good, we're hopelessly lost." The Doctor said. I sighed.

"I can't understand it. We followed the sign posts all right." Jo said.

"Well, if we had, we would have been there by now. You must have missed one." I knew I couldn't navigate very well, so Jo was the one who was navigating.

"I did not!" She exclaimed.

"If you look at the map the right way up, we might eventually get there. Now, which way is it?" He said trying to look at the map.

"Er, that way." She said pointing left. I sighed in my head. You always turn left.

"Thank you very much." We drove off again. We finally got to Devil's End. We decided to try and find someone at a bar to help us get to the Devil's Hump.

"Sorry, sir. Well past time." The bartender said when we walked in.

"That's quite all right. We don't want a drink, just the directions to the Devil's Hump."

"Where the dig is." Jo said.

"Ah, you're going up there are you? It's all on telly, you know." He said.

"Yes, yes, I know, but would you please tell us the way? This is very urgent." The Doctor said getting impatient. I guess some things never change.

"Always in such a hurry, you town folk. All be the same in a hundred years time, sir."

"I can assure you, sir, it will be no such thing."

"Are you one of these television chaps then?" Another guy in the bar asked.

"I am no sort of chap, sir." The Doctor said getting defensive.

"Forgive me, but I thought. Well, the costume and the wig, you know?"

"Wig?" I chuckled slightly.

"What do you want to go up the Hump for anyway?" Yet another guy asked.

"Look, there is no time for all these unnecessary questions."

"All the time in the world, sir." The first guy said.

"I want to go up to the Devil's Hump because I want to stop that lunatic Professor of yours from bringing devastation upon you all."

"Huh. One of Miss Hawthorne's brigade." That's her name! The second guy leaves after that.

"Is nobody here capable of answering a perfectly simple enquiry? What's the matter with you all?" The Doctor asked getting mad.

"You're making all the fuss, old man." Wow, this guy is pushing it.

"Fuss? I've never heard such balderdash in all-" I chuckled slightly at the weird word.

"Doctor, look, could you please tell us the way?" Jo asked.

"Yes, certainly. Straight past the green outside, fork left, straight up the rise, and you can't miss it." The third guy finally said.

"Excellent. Thank you very much." The Doctor said.

"Thank you. Goodbye." Jo said. I just nodded to the men and followed the Doctor as we left. We got into Bessie and started driving when we had to stop because there was a tree in the road blocking our way. We got out and tried to move it, but it wasn't going to move.

"It's no good, we're just wasting time. Come on, if we run, we'll just make it." I sighed. We started running. I still have to get used to the running. We made it just at midnight. "Stop! Stop that dig! Stop it!" The Doctor exclaimed as we got to the Devil's Hump. "Stop! Don't pull that stone! Don't!" He said as he tried to pull the professor away. The stone fell forward and knocked the professor down. A huge blast came out and started demolishing a lot of things outside. I swear I could hear laughing coming from somewhere. "Doctor! Are you all right?" That's when I noticed they seemed to be out cold. That was also when the roof to the tunnel started caving in. "Doctor! No! Doctor! Oh no!" Jo exclaimed as we had made our way to where the professor and the Doctor had been. Me, Jo, and the TV crew hurriedly cleared the soil from the Doctor and the professor. They were freezing cold. The Doctor didn't look like he was regenerating, so he's still alive. I sighed. I didn't want to have to deal with a regeneration this early on. Jo looked at me like I was crazy.

"Look at him! Please, hurry! Please hurry!" Jo exclaimed getting really worried.

"He's not dead, trust me." I whispered into her ear. She looked at me still frantically, but she sighed knowing I was probably right. I looked back at the Doctor, who was covered in ice. It's going to take him a while to recover from that. We took him back to the bar to bring him back, but no one believed that he was still alive.

"He's gone too." The bartender said taking one look at the Doctor.

"No. No, he can't be! Look, we must get a doctor!" Jo said trying to make the man see that the Doctor is still alive.

"Look, the Doctor is still alive, so can you just go get a doctor?" I asked getting in the man's face.

"Look, loves, face it. They've had it." He said.

"But there must be a doctor in the village or somewhere!" Jo said. I gave the man a look. The bartender sighed.

"Charlie, can I have word with you a minute?" He asked. They walked off and were gone for about fifteen minutes. I went back over to the Doctor to see if I could get some of this ice off. "Charlie'll take him down now." The bartender said coming back with Charlie. Me and Jo sighed.

"Thank you. Doctor! Doctor, please!" Jo said grabbing his hand. Charlie came over and moved him to a room in the bar. I took a seat next to the Doctor, while Jo put some blankets on him.

"He's going to be fine. He just has to." I said grabbing his hand. Jo sat on the other side of the Doctor.

"You seem so confident." She said.

"Well, there's one thing that would indicate that he's dying, and he's not doing it. He can't be completely dead. He just can't be." I said. The human doctor came in and started checking the Doctor over. He straightened back up and looked straight at me.

"Too late, I'm afraid. He's gone, just like the Professor." My heart stopped. Was I supposed to do something that I didn't do? Am I never going to see the Doctor again. Am I only going to have the two adventures we had. Did I mess up time and space? I was afraid of talking in fear of falling apart.

"No. No, he can't be dead." Jo said. She got out what I couldn't.

"I'm sorry." He said putting a hand on my shoulder. I couldn't look at the man.

"Oh, please, you must do something!" Jo said.

"I can't work miracles, you know. He's very nearly a solid block of ice."

"Oh, there, there. I'm sorry, my dears, there's nothing we can do."

#doctor who #doctor who imagine #dw #third doctor x reader #through time and space

[fandomsrourlives]

Through Time and Space: The Daemons Part 1

Hey guys!  I'm back with another chapter of Through Time and Space!  This time with a 3rd Doctor episode!  This is the beginning of the many episodes I had no idea what was going on when I wrote the chapters for them.  Also, I had the idea of starting to do a live stream that's basically a Watch Along.  I'll choose a show on Netflix to watch, and we'll watch an episode or two and talk about it.  It'll be like watching it with other people, and if we get to finales, we'll be there for each other.  Let me know what you think.  Anyways, on with the chapter!

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: Third Doctor x Kate

Warnings: None

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When I awoke again, I was in a bed somewhere I didn't recognize. I must be with an early regeneration. I went over to the desk that was in the room to see some papers that had U.N.I.T stuff on it. I must be at U.N.I.T. I knew the Doctor had been a part of U.N.I.T at one time or another. I walked out and saw a soldier walking by. "Excuse me." The soldier stopped and looked at me. "Do you know where I can find the Doctor?"

"Oh, yes Ms. Foster. He's in the garage." He was about to leave.

"Can you point me to the garage? I have forgotten how to get there."

"You just go down that hallway, turn left, and you'll see a door that says garage on it."

"Thank you!" I said leaving to head that way. I got to the door soon enough and found the Third Doctor and Jo in the garage working on old Bessie. I smiled vaguely reading about that car.

"But it really is the dawning of the age of Aquarius." Jo said.

"So?" The Doctor asked. I smiled.

"Well, that means the occult. Well, you know, the supernatural and all that magic bit."

"So does that make me the queen?" I asked making my presence known. "My sign is Aquarius." I said going over to the Doctor. He smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

"You're always a queen."

"You're too sweet." I said blushing. I went over and stood next to Jo.

"You know, really, Jo, I'm obviously wasting my time trying to turn you into a scientist. At least Kate had some knowledge when we first met."

"Well, how do you know there's nothing in it?" Jo asked.

"How? Well, I just know, that's all. Everything that happens in life must have a scientific explanation. If you know where to look for it, that is. Right, Kate?"

"Well, I think that a lot of things can be explained, but there is still a lot that can't be explained. I'm not throwing out the idea of magic." I said.

"You and that book series. You're obsessed." He said getting back to work.

"Yes, but suppose something was to happen and nobody knew the explanation. Well, nobody in the world, in the universe. Well, that would be magic, wouldn't it?" Jo asked. I nodded my head.

"You know, Jo, for a reasonably intelligent young lady, you do have the most absurd ideas." Just then Bessie started up and drove off. I didn't know she could do that. It doesn't surprise me that she could.

"Doctor, look!" Jo exclaimed. Bessie drove around the yard and came back. I just laughed.

"Bessie, how dare you go gallivanting around like that." The Doctor said. The car honked. 'Are you sorry?" She honked again. "Very well, I forgive you. Now go back to your parking place before I change my mind." She reversed out of the garage and went to I guess wherever the Doctor wanted her.

"Don't be too hard on the car." I said.

"I can't just have her driving around by herself." He said. Just then a man I think his name was Yates came in.

"I know there's a good explanation for all this, but I just can't think of it for the moment." He said.

"Would you believe magic?" The Doctor asked.

"Magic?" The man asked confused.

"Hmm."

"No!" The man exclaimed.

"Well, Jo and Kate would."

"That's not fair." Jo said.

"Okay, I agree with Jo there again, and you can't make fun of the queen." I said.

"Well, you explain it then." The Doctor said turning toward us.

"I don't know. I suppose you did it." Jo said.

"I know you did something, Doctor. Considering you have a time machine, this doesn't surprise me." I said.

"Naturally or should I say scientifically. Solenoids and a solar mechanism in Bessie and-" He took a box out of his pocket. "A radio control unit here. You see how easy it is to be a magician?"

"How infuriating can you get." Jo said.

"Oh honey, you haven't seen the worst of it." I said. The Doctor gave me a look. "Hey, I will eventually see every regeneration. You're all different."

"Wait, how many times have you seen this face?" He asked suddenly getting very interested in our adventures.

"This is actually the first time I've seen this face. It's the third adventure I've been on." I laughed. "That's really ironic."

"You're still very new at this then. This is Yates by the way. I know he's met you. Well, a much older you." I was right! "This is also Jo, which you seem to recognize. You always know my companions before I do." There was silence.

"Okay back to your car, it doesn't prove anything."

"Would you like me to show you some more then?"

"No thanks, I've had enough of your knavish tricks. I don't know how Kate does it sometimes."

"I zone out a lot." The Doctor gives me another look.

"Anyway, I want to see that TV program. Mike, would you give me a life?" Jo asked turning to Yates.

"Sure." He said.

"Oh, I want to go!" I said.

"You can go to." Yates said.

"You coming, Doctor?" I asked. He looked a little sad.

"Coming where?" He asked.

"Well, to see that program." Yates stated.

"Oh, not you too, Captain Yates? First my companion, then my wife, and now you."

"Oh, I wouldn't miss it for the world. Very exciting. Forecasts of doom and disaster if anyone disturbs the burial chamber."

"That sounds fun." The Doctor shook his head.

"Captain Yates, you astound me."

"Well, you never know. Devil's End has a funny reputation."

"What did you say?" The Doctor asked getting suddenly interested.

"Devil's End. The village near the dig."

"Devil's End? Devil's End?" The Doctor said looking at me like I'm supposed to know something. I just shrugged. I had no idea what I was in for.

"Doctor, are you all right?" I asked.

"Yes. Yes, I'm fine." We went out into the yard, and I was surprised the Doctor followed us.

"Now where are you going?" Yates asked.

"To see that TV program, of course." He said grabbing my hand. He's nervous. He has a bad feeling about it. Me and the Doctor got into Bessie, while Yates and Jo got in a U.N.I.T vehicle. We drove to another U.N.I.T place which looks more homey. There were bunk beds, a table, a phone, soda machine, and a tv. There was a guy sitting and watching something on the TV.

"Has it started yet?" Jo asked.

"Shush." The guy said. I looked to the Doctor to tell me who he was.

"Benton." He whispered into my ear. I nodded. "Let's see what he has to say."

"Has remained an enigma, but tonight, the enigma will be solved." The guy just went on and on about the place. He talked about there being treasure and why it was on this exact day.

"Beltane, of course." The Doctor said like it was obvious. Then they started talking about the legends of the place. Apparently there was a curse on it. "You know, there's something dreadfully wrong here." I nodded.

"Hey, you really mean that, don't you?" Jo said getting scared.

"I don't know. Aquarius? The Devil's Hump? Beltane?" The guy kept talking. "Come on, think, think!"

"Doctor, look. Something's going on." Benton said. Then an older lady came on and tried to attack the professor guy.

"Get your hands off me, young man! Let me go!" She said.

"Okay, Harry." The interviewer said.

"I've come here to protest, and protest I shall."

"Now this is Miss Hawthorne, a prominent local resident who's very much opposed to Professor Horner's dig. Professor Horner, I believe you two have already met?" "I'll say. The daft woman's been pestering me for weeks." The professor said. "I've been trying to make you see reason." She said frustrated. "Miss Hawthorne, why are you so opposed to this dig?" The interviewer asked. "Because this man is tampering with forces he does not understand." She said pointing at the professor. "Oh, come on now." The professor said obviously annoyed. "You'll bring destruction on yourself and upon the whole area if you persist. Death and disaster await you. Believe me, I know." "But that's just it. Why should we believe you and how do you know?" The interviewer asked. "I'm a witch." I was surprised the woman said that on TV. Some people would think she's crazy and the others would try and have her killed. "You see? I told you she was daft." The professor said. "Miss Hawthorne, you don't really mean to say-" The interviewer said probably thinking the same thing I was. "I tell you I'm a witch! White, of course, but that is why you should listen to me. I know!" She said. "Well, thank you very much, Miss Hawthorne, for a most interesting-" "I've cast the runes. I've consulted the talisman of Mercury. It's written in the stars. When Beltane is come, tread softly, for lo, the prince himself is nigh. And tonight is Beltane." "You see? Mad as a hatter." I really didn't like this professor guy. "The prince?" The interviewer asked slightly interested. "The Prince of Evil, the Dark One, the Horned Beast."

"Come on, Kate, Jo." The Doctor said grabbing my hand again as he turned to leave.

"Where to?" I asked. Jo started moving as well.

"Devil's End, of course. That woman is perfectly right. We've got to stop that lunatic before it's too late." We left and got into Bessie. We made it to Devil's End by nightfall. We somehow ended up just standing on a road trying to figure out to get to where this place is. We couldn't figure out how to get there. "It's no good, we're hopelessly lost." The Doctor said. I sighed.

"I can't understand it. We followed the sign posts all right." Jo said.

"Well, if we had, we would have been there by now. You must have missed one." I knew I couldn't navigate very well, so Jo was the one who was navigating.

"I did not!" She exclaimed.

"If you look at the map the right way up, we might eventually get there. Now, which way is it?" He said trying to look at the map.

"Er, that way." She said pointing left. I sighed in my head. You always turn left.

"Thank you very much." We drove off again. We finally got to Devil's End. We decided to try and find someone at a bar to help us get to the Devil's Hump.

"Sorry, sir. Well past time." The bartender said when we walked in.

"That's quite all right. We don't want a drink, just the directions to the Devil's Hump."

"Where the dig is." Jo said.

"Ah, you're going up there are you? It's all on telly, you know." He said.

"Yes, yes, I know, but would you please tell us the way? This is very urgent." The Doctor said getting impatient. I guess some things never change.

"Always in such a hurry, you town folk. All be the same in a hundred years time, sir."

"I can assure you, sir, it will be no such thing."

"Are you one of these television chaps then?" Another guy in the bar asked.

"I am no sort of chap, sir." The Doctor said getting defensive.

"Forgive me, but I thought. Well, the costume and the wig, you know?"

"Wig?" I chuckled slightly.

"What do you want to go up the Hump for anyway?" Yet another guy asked.

"Look, there is no time for all these unnecessary questions."

"All the time in the world, sir." The first guy said.

"I want to go up to the Devil's Hump because I want to stop that lunatic Professor of yours from bringing devastation upon you all."

"Huh. One of Miss Hawthorne's brigade." That's her name! The second guy leaves after that.

"Is nobody here capable of answering a perfectly simple enquiry? What's the matter with you all?" The Doctor asked getting mad.

"You're making all the fuss, old man." Wow, this guy is pushing it.

"Fuss? I've never heard such balderdash in all-" I chuckled slightly at the weird word.

"Doctor, look, could you please tell us the way?" Jo asked.

"Yes, certainly. Straight past the green outside, fork left, straight up the rise, and you can't miss it." The third guy finally said.

"Excellent. Thank you very much." The Doctor said.

"Thank you. Goodbye." Jo said. I just nodded to the men and followed the Doctor as we left. We got into Bessie and started driving when we had to stop because there was a tree in the road blocking our way. We got out and tried to move it, but it wasn't going to move.

"It's no good, we're just wasting time. Come on, if we run, we'll just make it." I sighed. We started running. I still have to get used to the running. We made it just at midnight. "Stop! Stop that dig! Stop it!" The Doctor exclaimed as we got to the Devil's Hump. "Stop! Don't pull that stone! Don't!" He said as he tried to pull the professor away. The stone fell forward and knocked the professor down. A huge blast came out and started demolishing a lot of things outside. I swear I could hear laughing coming from somewhere. "Doctor! Are you all right?" That's when I noticed they seemed to be out cold. That was also when the roof to the tunnel started caving in. "Doctor! No! Doctor! Oh no!" Jo exclaimed as we had made our way to where the professor and the Doctor had been. Me, Jo, and the TV crew hurriedly cleared the soil from the Doctor and the professor. They were freezing cold. The Doctor didn't look like he was regenerating, so he's still alive. I sighed. I didn't want to have to deal with a regeneration this early on. Jo looked at me like I was crazy.

"Look at him! Please, hurry! Please hurry!" Jo exclaimed getting really worried.

"He's not dead, trust me." I whispered into her ear. She looked at me still frantically, but she sighed knowing I was probably right. I looked back at the Doctor, who was covered in ice. It's going to take him a while to recover from that. We took him back to the bar to bring him back, but no one believed that he was still alive.

"He's gone too." The bartender said taking one look at the Doctor.

"No. No, he can't be! Look, we must get a doctor!" Jo said trying to make the man see that the Doctor is still alive.

"Look, the Doctor is still alive, so can you just go get a doctor?" I asked getting in the man's face.

"Look, loves, face it. They've had it." He said.

"But there must be a doctor in the village or somewhere!" Jo said. I gave the man a look. The bartender sighed.

"Charlie, can I have word with you a minute?" He asked. They walked off and were gone for about fifteen minutes. I went back over to the Doctor to see if I could get some of this ice off. "Charlie'll take him down now." The bartender said coming back with Charlie. Me and Jo sighed.

"Thank you. Doctor! Doctor, please!" Jo said grabbing his hand. Charlie came over and moved him to a room in the bar. I took a seat next to the Doctor, while Jo put some blankets on him.

"He's going to be fine. He just has to." I said grabbing his hand. Jo sat on the other side of the Doctor.

"You seem so confident." She said.

"Well, there's one thing that would indicate that he's dying, and he's not doing it. He can't be completely dead. He just can't be." I said. The human doctor came in and started checking the Doctor over. He straightened back up and looked straight at me.

"Too late, I'm afraid. He's gone, just like the Professor." My heart stopped. Was I supposed to do something that I didn't do? Am I never going to see the Doctor again. Am I only going to have the two adventures we had. Did I mess up time and space? I was afraid of talking in fear of falling apart.

"No. No, he can't be dead." Jo said. She got out what I couldn't.

"I'm sorry." He said putting a hand on my shoulder. I couldn't look at the man.

"Oh, please, you must do something!" Jo said.

"I can't work miracles, you know. He's very nearly a solid block of ice."

"Oh, there, there. I'm sorry, my dears, there's nothing we can do."

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