#Clara Bow Archive

[olly-olly-octopus]

horror page!!

[ghw-archive]

Clara Bow by Edward Steichen, 1930

[yourbestlatinamericangirl]

A Tortured Poets Department

Since I first saw the Fortnight music video (three months ago lol) I've had a idea of ​​a story stuck in my head, which is practically based on the idea of ​​a "Tortured Poets Department".

The Tortured Poets Department would be a company (?, located in no specific location but which could be in London or Florida (???, run by a tough woman of indefinite age named Cassandra Bolter. TTPD was created and is maintained based on the tragic and often premature deaths of frustrated poets whose souls are full of sorrow, the job of these poets is to write on typewriters in offices, ideas for great tragedies that may happen in the world. Cassandra keeps these souls in the apartment, making them forget all the details of their past lives with the exception of the feeling of sorrow, so they continue in the offices for eternity writing pain.

But, every few centuries, Cassandra makes the mistake of putting two souls who fell in love in their previous lives in the same office, and when this happens, they stop writing tragedy, and write secondary stories of love and happiness, something Cassandra does not. can allow, there is a reason it is The TORTURED Poets Department and not The Happy Poets Department.

The two souls that met this time were Clara Smith and Peter Robin (all the characters' names are references to songs on the album, yes), and Cassandra to prevent them from continuing to write happy things (she can't get rid of them, they are souls, are important) tries to erase both their minds that they ever met in the department and move them to another office, but they keep remembering and finding a way to see each other again.

I still don't know what the ending will be or if Clara and Peter end up together (probably not and it will make them both grow as poets and find new muses). Maybe I'll post it on ao3 (when I get an account) or maybe I'll never write it, but I liked the idea and had to get it out of my system somehow.

[hotvintagepoll]

which streaming service has the most vintage movies? If you don't know, maybe your followers could answer? 🙏

Ooh hoo hoo you asked and I'll answer!!

I actually made a post like this for the hot men tournament, but I can't find it now so I'll do it again from scratch. The short answer is that I don't know of any one streaming service that has all the old vintage movies—but most streaming services have a "classics" genre category that can get you started. Here's a small selection of what you can find on different streaming services:

TUBI (free):

The Adventures of Robin Hood (Olivia de Havilland)

A Streetcar Named Desire (Vivien Leigh)

Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (Jane Powell, Julie Newmar)

North by Northwest (Eva Marie Saint)

The Music Man (Shirley Jones)

The Women (Norma Shearer, Rosalind Russell, Joan Crawford, Joan Fontaine, Paulette Goddard, several other hotties in small parts)

The Philadelphia Story (Katharine Hepburn, Ruth Hussey)

Notorious (Ingrid Bergman)

Bell, Book, and Candle (Kim Novak, Elsa Lanchester)

The Talk of the Town (Jean Arthur)

Dark Victory (Bette Davis)

Stray Dog (Keiko Awaji)

Some Like It Hot (Marilyn Monroe)

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow (Sophia Loren)

Dirty Girtie From Harlem USA (Francine Everett)

Passport (Madhubala)

Dark Passage (Lauren Bacall)

Sepia Cinderella (Sheila Guyse)

On The Town (Ann Miller, Vera-Ellen, Betty Garrett)

The Bandwagon (Cyd Charisse)

Devar (Sharmila Tagore)

Reet-Petite and Gone (June Richmond)

The Postman Always Rings Twice (Lana Turner)

KANOPY (free through some libraries):

Dial M for Murder (Grace Kelly)

His Girl Friday (Rosalind Russell)

Ball of Fire (Barbara Stanwyck)

Black Orpheus (Marpessa Dawn)

Flower Drum Song (Reiko Sato, Nancy Kwan, Miyoshi Umeki)

Marriage Italian Style (Sophia Loren)

The Rose Tattoo (Anna Magnani)

Tokyo Story (Setsuko Hara)

War and Peace (Audrey Hepburn, Anita Ekberg)

Salt of the Earth (Rosaura Revueltas)

Metropolis (Brigitte Helm)

The Red Shoes (Moira Shearer)

HOOPLA (free through some libraries):

The Court Jester (Angela Lansbury, Glynis Johns)

Sunset Boulevard (Gloria Swanson)

A Place in the Sun (Elizabeth Taylor)

Barefoot in the Park (Jane Fonda)

The Barefoot Contessa (Ava Gardner)

Wings (Clara Bow)

YOUTUBE (has a lot of older movies that have slipped through copyright/are still up for some reason):

Charade (Audrey Hepburn)

Story Weather (Lena Horne)

Gilda (Rita Hayworth)

Rebecca (Joan Fontaine)

This entire playlist of Indian cinema that I just found (Madhubala, Waheeda Rehman, Nargis, Meena Kumari, etc.)

And that's just a small sample. There is also always your local library for physical DVDs, the Internet Archive, and....other methods.....if you know exactly what you're looking for.

I haven't seen all of these movies, so don't consider them personal recommendations—these are just famous movies with our hotties in them, so please be careful if you have content warnings. Good luck and have fun!

EDIT 5/16: Added a few more movies to the different sections, but this is still just a small selection of what the different streaming services have. Good luck!

[chambersandfogg]

February 14th, 1931

Dear Charles,

A happy Valentine’s Day to you, my friend! I hope you’ll forgive the bit of kitsch enclosed, for I have no one else to whom I could possibly send a valentine without it being interpreted as some kind of serious overture. But when I saw this fellow, I simply had to share him. A peculiar card, isn’t it? Poor attempts at feline humor aside, the cat in question is somewhat off-putting, I’d say. Those mad eyes, sharp claws; the strange lack of front legs. And the text just adds to the threatening air. I got a real kick out of it and thought you might too. 

Did you make any plans for the evening? I am, of all things, going to the picture house to see the new “Dracula” film. Perhaps not the most romantic outing, but the chatter from the New York premiere is grand. And I will be accompanying a quite spectacular new actress whom I met just a few weeks ago. If I’m being entirely honest, I write “spectacular” not to describe her talent—she is certainly not the next Clara Bow—but her looks, which more than make up the difference. Perhaps you’ll find that terribly shallow, but I’m learning that the film industry relies heavily on its stars being rather nice to look at. After all, the audience is so much closer to them than they are to a performer on a stage. 

But the medium does have its other benefits—it is much easier to create a sense of illusion and wonder when you can manipulate the final product so completely. Not that I am looking to adapt my old act into a picture, but one does marvel at the possibilities. In any case, I’m looking forward to see what they do with the bizarre fruits of Bram Stoker’s imagination. 

Thank goodness we don’t have to drink blood to remain immortal. Dracula really did get the bad end of the deal. Then again, he was able to pass on his strange disease to others—though he did it quite badly. If we had that capability, would you take advantage of it? Would you create for yourself a forever valentine? The idea is tempting, though only Lord knows who it would be. It certainly won’t be this actress, fine as she is to gaze upon. 

I will write again to tell you of my thoughts about the film, by which point you may have seen it as well. I personally am in the habit of going to see pictures the day they come into theaters  and perhaps you are too. How would I know when you never tell me anything beyond the contents of your work? Though I suppose I can’t complain too much when you’ve secured the eminently capable Mister Weston, Esquire. Do let me know if he requires any further information from me to secure our entry into new life. 

I hope the mysterious work you’re doing in Washington is yielding the results you hope. I continue to enjoy the Western part of this country immensely and will remain here for some time, as,

Your friend,

John Fogg

[a letter received by C.X. Chambers, with the following card enclosed]

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[foolforshera]

I'm back, baby! Have a short little fic here about Glimmer and one of her little hobbies, watching paranormal research shows and heckling them.

*****

Later that evening, after the kids had been given as many hugs as they could stand and Catra and Adora promised to bring them back in one piece that night and get them to bed, Glimmer had laid in a supply of food and drink at the main table in the living room of their suite in the castle, told the staff not to bother them for anything less than insurrection, and was lounging on the couch with a coy smile on her face as Bow came into the living room.

"Well don't you look particularly beautiful tonight," Bow said as he lowered the lights.

"So, you ready for tonight's… entertainment?" Glimmer said as Bow slid onto the couch beside her.

"As long as you don't scream so loud like you did last time," Bow said as he gave her a kiss.

"We'll see," Glimmer said and held her hand out as she hit a button on a remote. A hologram screen popped up behind the main table with three people standing shoulder to shoulder in a brave yet cocky posture. The camera angle switched to show them from a low angle as a title that said Etherian Paranormal popped over their heads and a voice-over said, "Tonight on Etherian Paranormal, Spook-ta, Clara-voyen, and Karl investigate the mysterious town of Alwyn and its ghostly occurrences."

Read the rest at AO3!

[chosetherose]

Barney’s Beanery: Clara Bow & LGBTQ+ Activism

“Taylor and one of her buddies rolled into Barney's Beanery, joining about 7 other people in a booth near the windows.” TMZ Link

Excerpts From Wikipedia:

Older Hollywood actors such as Clara Bow, Clark Gable, Errol Flynn, Judy Garland and Rita Hayworth were all regulars in their day.[1][3] By the 1960s, the neighboring Sunset Strip had become an important music center, and Jim Morrison (who was reportedly thrown out of Barney's for urinating on the bar)[1][4] and Janis Joplin became regulars (Barney's was the final place Joplin visited before her death in October 1970). Poet Charles Bukowski hung around,[3] as did artists Ed Kienholz and others associated with the Ferus Gallery, which was located nearby on La Cienega Boulevard.[1]

…

In the 1930s,[8] 1940s,[1] or around 1953[9] John Anthony put up a sign…behind the bar that read "FAGOTS [sic] – STAY OUT". Though Anthony was known to be antagonistic towards gays,[1][10] going as far as posing (in front of his sign) for a picture in a 1964 Life article on "Homosexuality in America" over a caption where he exclaims "I don't like 'em...",[11] the sign ostensibly was put up as a response to pressure from the police who had a tendency towards discriminatory practices against homosexuals and consequently establishments that catered to the group.[8][9]

After Anthony died in 1968, efforts to remove the sign continued. A coalition of gay activist groups organized a zap of the restaurant on February 7, 1970, to push for its removal; the sign came down that day.[12] The sign was put up and taken down several times over the next 14 years, and the restaurant's matchbooks also bore the line, but that practice ended in December 1984, days after the city of West Hollywood voted itself into existence. Then-mayor Valerie Terrigno, the entire city council and gay rights activists marched into Barney’s and relieved the wall of the offending sign.[13] It was held by Morris Kight for many years and now rests in the ONE National Gay & Lesbian Archives.[citation needed]

[redhairclara]

Gorgeous Clara Bow in Red Hair (1928). Although it's often presumed that only the Technicolor bit of this film remains, that is not the case. A few clips have surfaced over the years and are in the possession of the UCLA Film and Television Archive. Many thanks to David Stenn who helped fund these preservation efforts.

[memories-break-our-fall]

⋆˙⟡ clear blue waters, high tide came and washed you in…

★ Personal Info! ★

✦︎ call me lissi! ✦︎ she/her ✦︎ minor ✦︎ aroace ✦︎ art archive is @mastermind-lissi-arts ✦︎ listening to 1989 (Taylor’s Version) on repeat ✦︎

★ Quick Disclaimers! ★

✦︎ if I have not answered your ask after a long time, it’s cause I did not have energy then it probably got buried! This doesn’t mean anything about you, I am just insanely forgetful ✦︎ I am too nervous to initiate DMs so feel free to approach me if we’re mutuals! I’d love to talk to you :) ✦︎ mutuals can also DM for my discord! ✦︎

⋆˙⟡ Some interests because I want my intro post to be interesting: (bigger interests in italics)

★ Video Games!★

✦︎ Ace Attorney

✦︎ Pokémon

✦︎ Animal Crossing

✦︎ (some) Mario

★ Favourite Characters!★

✦︎ Clay Terran (ace attorney)

✦︎ Ema Skye (ace attorney)

✦︎ Apollo Justice (ace attorney)

✦︎ Klavier Gavin (ace attorney)

✦︎ Maya Fey (ace attorney)

✦︎ Serena (Pokémon)

✦︎ Lisia (Pokémon)

★ Music!★

✦︎ Taylor Swift

✦︎ Gracie Abrams

✦︎ Sabrina Carpenter

✦︎ Olivia Rodrigo

✦︎ Chappell Roan

✦︎ Charli xcx

★ Favourite Songs! ★ (always changing when I remember)

Taylor Swift ✦︎ long live ✦︎ girl at home ✦︎ getaway car ✦︎ it’s time to go ✦︎ mastermind ✦︎ state of grace ✦︎ labyrinth ✦︎ sweeter than fiction ✦︎ miss americana and the heartbreak prince ✦︎ clara bow ✦︎ glitch ✦︎ dear reader ✦︎ gold rush ✦︎ suburban legends ✦︎

Olivia Rodrigo ✦︎ jealousy, jealousy ✦︎ all american bitch ✦︎ so american ✦︎ making the bed ✦︎

Sabrina Carpenter ✦︎ fifteen minutes ✦︎ good graces ✦︎ because I liked a boy ✦︎ sharpest tool ✦︎ don’t smile ✦︎

Gracie Abrams ✦︎Close to you ✦︎ tough love ✦︎ free now ✦︎I told you things ✦︎ that’s so true ✦︎ blowing smoke ✦︎

Charli xcx ✦︎ spring breakers ✦︎ girl, so confusing featuring lorde ✦︎ talk talk featuring troye sivan ✦︎ von dutch ag cooke remix featuring addison rae ✦︎ 360 featuring robyn and yung lean ✦︎

★ Blog Directory! ★

⋆˙⟡ personal tags:

✮ lissi talk tag

✮ lissi makes art

✮ lissis images

✮ lissi answers things

✮ lissis images

✮ left queue in a motel bar

⋆˙⟡ fandom/creations: (reblogs are almost never tagged, art is always tagged, and text posts are case-by-case)

✮ lissiverse

✮ ace attorney (only art I make gets tagged)

✮ clay terran (only character I tag in reblogs so content of him is easily accessible to me)

⋆˙⟡ reblog tags!!

✮ reblog

✮ fave

✮ ultra fave

✮ wonderful aa comics (ace attorney comics that make me want to throw things and cry but that’s too long for a tag)

✮ save for later

★ Credits! ★

✮ dividers by @/saradika!

✮ both banners photographed by me in Oakville, Ontario

✮ avatar drawn by me!

[ao3feed-jeevesandwooster]

Sylvia's Mother Says

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3R2EBU1 " by sandwichsapphic “Did you find anything of interest, sir?” “Oh, you know– a few odds and ends. Some tulips, Spinoza’s latest for you, a baby, a rather spiffing hat, that sort of thing.” “...A what?” “…A new hat.” - The Code of the Woosters will always help a friend in need. This time, the friend just happens to be two-foot tall and teething. Words: 12061, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Jeeves - P. G. Wodehouse, Jeeves & Wooster Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Reginald Jeeves, Bertram "Bertie" Wooster, Richard P. "Bingo" Little, Madeline Bassett, Dahlia Travers, Agatha Gregson, Original Female Character(s) Relationships: Reginald Jeeves/Bertram "Bertie" Wooster Additional Tags: Accidental Baby Acquisition, but not really accidental, Babysitting, while lying to the governmemt, Established Relationship, bertie and jeeves being godfathers, inspired by a Clara Bow film, because it was very funny and something bertie would do, everyone thinks that bertie and jeeves have a child, technically they do but its not theirs, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, the drones being drones " read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55085437

[oldmovieactress]

Diving into the archives and uncovering an enigmatic image of Clara Bow clutching onto an eerie clown mask...what secrets do they hold?

[kooreka-steevil]

my rdr2 OC

Bergrós Lilja Mánadóttir

Bergrós Lilja Mánadóttir: bɛrkrouːs Lɪːlja Mauːnatouʰtɪːr

Rough translation: Mountain-Rose Lily Moon's daughter

(art by me)

Ramblings about my character and her story below the cut

Design

Inspirations:

upper left: Alice White

upper right: unfinished first concept of Bergrós by me

Lower right: Clara Bow

Lower left: Elena, a model for Voriagh

When I was designing Bergrós, I wanted for her to look like a person, like she could actually belong in the game, she has smile lines, eye bags, and moles. Not gonna deny that she isn't sorta a self-insert so I can indulge in my fantasies with Charles, can you really blame me?

I wanted her to have big eyes, I was really inspired by 1920s beauty standards. Big eyes, small, pouty lips, I also decided that she would have plump cheeks and a soft jawline and as you can see, she's had that kinda nose (straight nose with a nose bump?) since I started designing her.

One major change would be the eye and hair color, I changed it because I wanted to.

Character/Backstory

I'm Icelandic, and I can't make an OC without including my culture, so she's an Icelandic immigrant. (Which is historically accurate, look up Vesturfarar)

I'm writing a story, and my plan for her character arc is for her to start out sorta shy and meek, almost typical "small and tiny y/n" but I PROMISE that's not all she is.

The gist is, I want the only real change to be confidence. She's opinionated, passionate, kinda hotheaded and smart from day one, she just doesn't think she is or doesn't think that people want to listen or will listen, so she holds her tongue, and as the story progresses she starts to realise her strengths and starts being louder, firmer, but she's still super sweet and kind, like she doesn't lose that completely.

Also she's bad at english at the start of the story, because she's only been in America for maybe a year and a half but as the story progresses she improves, esp after the timeskip.

I want her to be just barely less reserved than Charles, she definitely talks more than him and initiates most conversations but they also have their quiet moments.

I personally hc Charles as autistic, I'm not diagnosed or anything but I definitely have traits, and I want them to have a quiet moment together in Clemens Point while they're both overstimulated, idk just something really sweet.

Random Factoids

Her favourite fruit is apples

She's scared of heights

Her favourite animal is bison, she likes their build, thinks it's silly

Before she came to America it was ravens

Kinda likes Pearson's stew, she's had worse

! SPOILER RDR2 STORY !

(rambling about my plans for my Canon x OC fic, fight me)

my fic:

(also don't read if you don't want spoilers for my fic ig, if you’re really, really interested because that's all this section is)

So she and Charles have a itsy bitsy romance right? and they're both reserved so it's all slow. My idea is that her and Charles kiss right before the big bank robbery in Saint Denis, after that, basically everything goes to shit for the next days/weeks so they don't really have time to really figure their feelings out before they get seperated for the seven years between the story and the epilogue.

And in these 7 years, Bergrós (nicknamed Rosie by the gang, Rosa by Javier) has a ton of shit happen to her in those seven years (obvi) I'm talking maybe Pinkerton kidnapping, attacks, bounty hunting, all that.

And by the end she's had to become this rugged and harsh persona to survive, (I mean being an nomad woman ain't easy)

(I also have a little idea of her being called like "the desert rose" or smth because she's had become this ruthless outlaw/nomad and I think she spends most of the 7 years in mexico or by the boarder and obvi not a lot of red heads there but Idk might be a little cringe)

By the time John and co come to Beecher's Hope she's also in the area and kinda watches over them, because she doesn't know how to approach them (esp Charles, she still loves him but she doesn't know if he still loves her and the potential hurt makes her hesitate to reach out)

And I kinda want her to be forced to reach out. Maybe she gets hurt badly by the skinner brothers and the Marstons and co are the only ones close enough that she trusts to help. And there's a sweet little reunion but...

What if I add an extra layer of conflict 😼

What if, she's still hesitant to talk out whatever is between her and Charles, and then in American venom (which she comes along for, duh), Charles mentions going to Canada and get a wife and whatevs and she gets all jealous in the sad way, like its some confirmation that he doesn't want her.

And she gets super sad and distances herself from him for a while blah blah blah, eventually Charles corners her and they work it out.

The rest would just be them building their life in Canada.

Side note: I'm also thinking of doing a chapter or two about Charles's 7 years post-gang? I've been writing a little and I feel kinda confined to following the script of the game and whatever so headcanoning and making stuff up might be more fun. Maybe I'll get better as I keep writing, this is my first time doing it after all.

Also, she does have friendships with other characters, don't worry, her life doesn't revolve around Charles lol. She's friends with the girls, Arthur, Javier, Sean, Uncle, and Hosea.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

You Look Like Robin

by DisillusionedDanny In an effort to provide closure for each of the former Robins and current Robin, Dick Grayson comes up with the idea that they each need to hold a ceremony where they officially pass on the Robin title to the next sibling. What he didn't expect was not only how healing it would be, but how many painful memories seemed to surround the legacy that was Robin. But maybe it's good to acknowledge the pain, the hurt, and the trauma. Isn't that how you're meant to grow and move on? And if anyone deserves to move on, isn't it the Robins? Words: 676, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Robin is magic, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Tim Drake Needs a Hug (DCU), Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Stephanie Brown Needs a Hug, They all get one, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad and Happy, Bittersweet, The Waynes love each other, Bruce Wayne loves his children, Tim Drake is Robin (DCU), Damian Wayne is Robin, Dick Grayson is Robin, Jason Todd is Robin, Stephanie Brown is Robin, if makes sense if you read the story, I promise, Song fic, Song: Clara Bow (Taylor Swift), Mentioned Alfred Pennyworth, Other Additional Tags to Be Added via https://ift.tt/5lug8sr

[scarletzfever]

Visiting the Internet Archive's headquarters in the Richmond tonight to watch ‘Wings’ 1927 featuring the beautiful maja, Clara Bow 💋 in fate.. this drama, romance, and war film won the first Academy Award for Best Picture.

https://archive.org/

♡ ♡* 💛 (* ˘⌣˘)◞[_] ♥ 📙 __♡📄📄♡

[and-loth-cat]

promise to be dazzling

relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Original Female Character(s), Obi-Wan Kenobi/Original Character(s), Obi-Wan Kenobi/Original Sith Character(s), Obi-Wan Kenobi/Reader

tags: Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi, Self-Insert, Protective Obi-Wan Kenobi, Emperor Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dark Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dark Side Obi-Wan Kenobi, this is totally an oc (i say as it is my self insert), Based on a Taylor Swift Song, Song: Clara Bow (Taylor Swift), i wrote this for an au i have with my girlfriend, i never planned to post this, but im proud of it so here we go!, Star Wars Galactic Empire Era, Galactic Empire (Star Wars), Royal Coronation, Soft Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sith Empire (Star Wars), Darth Valor - Freeform

when i finally post something and i didn't even write it to be posted <333 this is from an au i have with my girlfriend, im actually proud of it, i hope you enjoy!

[legends-of-time]

Thorn Bush (Doctor Who Story)

Chapter 10: Day of the Doctor Part Two

Masterlist

"I now pronounce you man and wife." The Clergyman announces to Ten and Elizabeth, who stand arm in arm, in the courtyard of the tower with Clara, Kathy, Eleven and the War Doctor watching on. The clergyman stands in front of a large tent.

"Woo hoo!" Clara cheers.

"You may kiss the bride."

Ten gives his 'wife' a strained smile but this doesn't deter Elizabeth, who grabs his face and does the enthusiastic kissing. Clara cheerfully throws confetti at them but even she pulls a face at the display though all of them are.

"Is there a lot of this in the future?" The War Doctor asks his future self next to him sceptically, raising his eyebrows at the sight in front of them.

"It does start to happen, yeah." Eleven replies.

"It's quite funny when you think about it." Kathy giggles. They stare at her in disbelief. "Or not?"

Ten eventually pulls himself away.

"God speed, my love," Elizabeth says.

"I will be right back." Ten runs into the TARDIS in quick speed, not looking back. Kathy waves at Elizabeth as she follows the others inside the TARDIS.

"Right then, back to the future." Eleven declares.

——

"You've let this place go a bit." The War Doctor mentions as he glances distastefully around Nine and Ten's console room.

"Ah, it's his grunge phase. He grows out of it." Eleven replies with a shrug.

"Oi, never dis the TARDIS!" Kathy exclaims. The TARDIS lets out an appreciative hum.

An alarm suddenly sounds and the console begins to spark. Kathy pulls Clara away from the TARDIS as Ten receives an electric shock from the console. The walls around the control room change in a blink, turning from bronze-coral to a white, lit up appearance with round circles in the wall.

"Ow!" Ten exclaims. "The desktop is glitching."

"Three of us from different time zones. It's trying to compensate." The War Doctor speaks thoughtfully.

"Hey, look, The round things!" Eleven points out with excitement, grinning widely.

"I love the round things." Ten catches his excitement.

"What are the round things?"

"No idea."

"Sometimes I wonder if you know anything about TARDISes." Kathy shakes her head at them smiling.

"Yes, we do!" Eleven exclaims offended. "I'll show you!" He darts over to the console. "This is the friction contrafibulator." He fiddles and the controls spark again and the desktop outlook shifts into Eleven's later control room look. "Ha! There, stabilised."

It is Ten's turn to give the room a once over, "Oh, you've redecorated." Eleven starts to smile but then, channelling the Second Doctor, Ten pulls a face and mutters, "I don't like it."

"Oh. Oh yeah? Oh, you never do." Eleven pouts.

Kathy shakes her head. "Listen, the Zygons have access to the Black Archive through using Osgood and Kate's appearances. We need to get there."  All three Doctors go quiet and look at each other in trepidation.

"Okay, so you've heard of that, then." Clara mumbles.

"Well then." Eleven straightens his bow tie. "Best stop them."

"Uh, no, TARDIS-proof," Kathy tells them.

"Brilliant." Eleven rushes into action, setting up the space-time telegraph. A gift from the Doctor to Kate's father. It is very needed at this moment considering that Kate will be trying to detonate the nuclear warhead 20 feet beneath to save the world.

Kathy twists a knob and static fills the room before a voice that sounds very much like Kate, echoes around them, "...destroy London?"

"To save the world," a second Kate speaks, the real Kate, "yes, I would."

"You're bluffing."

"You really think so?" Real Kate challenges. "Somewhere in your memory is a man called Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge Stewart. I am his daughter."

"Go!" Ten nods to his future self, managing to get the audio going both ways.

"Science leads, Kate." Eleven calls. "Is that what you meant? Is that what your father meant?"

"Doctor?" Kate has a surprised quality to her voice.

Kathy steps forward. "You know your father was given the space-time Telegraph by the Doctor so there's be a hotline straight to the TARDIS for emergencies. It goes both ways." She's not going to let Kate do this.

"And I also know about the Black Archive and I know about the security protocol," Eleven adds. "Kate, please. Please tell me you are not about to do something unbelievably stupid!"

"I'm sorry, Doctor." Kate breathes, her voice growing softer as she orders someone else to, "Switch it off."

"Not as sorry as you will be. This is not a decision you will ever be able to live with!" Ten tries. There's a sombre look shared between the Doctors.

"I said, switch it off!" Kate demands and the feed is cut to static before either of them can say another word.

"Great." Ten huffs. "Not only can we not talk to her but we also can't get in there because it's TARDIS-proof."

"How can they do that?" Clara asks.

"Alien technology plus human stupidity. Trust me, it's unbeatable." Eleven mutters.

"We don't need to land." The War Doctor remarks. Kathy sees that he has noticed the stasis cube they had taken from the Zygons.

"Yeah, we do. A tiny bit. Try and keep up." Ten mutters patronisingly.

Kathy shakes her head at him. "No, he's right we don't."

"What do we do then?" Eleven asks.

The War Doctor picks up the cube. "Cup-a-soup." All of them begin to grin. "What is cup-a-soup?"

Ten and Kathy pilot the ship while Eleven stands at the open door of the TARDIS as he uses the phone to contact personnel back from the National Gallery. He manages to get a hold of McGillop, the man that had been there when it had been revealed to Eleven, right after Eleven had viewed the Time War painting. Current Eleven orders McGillop to have the painting to be transported to the Black Archive.

"Okay! So, all we need to do now is connect the stasis cube to the Gallifrey Falls painting and we'll be able to get inside." Kathy says to the group.

The Doctors seem a bit reluctant to relive old memories of the day or the same day for the War Doctor, but they need to do that so they can save London.

——

The TARDIS had been placed into the battle of Arcadia painting. They all stay inside until they need to, listening to the blasts sounding and Daleks crying "Exterminate!" The Doctors open the doors and rush out, sonics in hand.

"Exterminate!" A Dalek cries as it trundles towards them, its laser arm powering up.

Three sonic screwdrivers resonate together to create a sort of shield, merging together and powering each other's up to create a blast that strikes out at the Dalek and sending the unhappy pepper pot crashing out of the painting and into—

——

—the Black Archive, followed by three of the same Time Lord while Kathy and Clara quickly follow behind.

"Hello." The youngest Doctor greets.

"I'm the Doctor." Ten remarks.

"Sorry about the Dalek." Eleven finishes.

"Also, the showing off," Clara adds with a huff as she steps out.

"Tell me about it!" Kathy exclaims as she struggles to step out because of her dress, Clara helps her.

Kathy sees two sets of Kate, Osgood and McGillop gathered around a table in the middle of the room. She glances at the Dalek as it's the first time she's seen one in person.

Eleven strides over to the humans/Zygons. "Kate Lethbridge Stewart, what in the name of sanity are you doing?"

Kate, human Kate, stands up from the table. "The countdown can only be halted at my personal command. There's nothing you can do."

"Except make you both agree to halt it." Ten shrugs.

"Not even for three of you."

Kathy can't believe how easily this woman will do this, to kill all those people.

The War Doctor shares her thoughts as he frowns as he says, "You're about to murder millions of people."

"To save billions." Kate lifts her chin, not disagreeing with him. "How many times have you made that calculation?" 

"Once." Eleven agrees. "Turned me into the man I am now. I'm not even sure who that is anymore."

"You tell yourself it's justified, but it's a lie." Ten declares as he moves over to the head of the table, placing his hands on the edge to lean and look both Kates in the eye. "Because what I did that day was wrong. Just wrong."

"And, because I got it wrong," Eleven adds. He and Ten drag chairs over to the end of the table. "I'm going to make you get it right." Both Doctors plonk themselves on the chairs and cross their legs on the table. Kathy walks over to stand behind them.

Kate seems unimpressed. "How?"

"Any second now, you're going to stop that countdown." Ten informs, waving his hand between the two Kates. "Both of you, together."

"Then you're going to negotiate the most perfect treaty of all time." His future self adds.

"And it'll be a fair and safeguarded on both sides," Kathy says.

"And the key to perfect negotiation?"

"Not knowing what side you're on." Ten finishes. Both Doctors push away from the table with their feet and stand.

"So, for the next few hours," Eleven says as he and Ten pull out their screwdrivers, "until we decide to let you out."

"No one in this room will be able to remember if they're human..."

"...or Zygon."

"Whoops a daisy." Eleven cries as the two jump onto the table and point to the ceiling, using their sonics. The two sets of Kates, Osgoods and McGillops look up and realise too late that one of the memory wiping devices is positioned on the ceiling right above them. Kathy and the War Doctor join in with their own sonics. The memory device sparks and as the countdown reaches 7, the humans and Zygons look befuddled before noticing the countdown.

The two Kates look at each other in horror, they turn to the countdown on the wall and shout, "Cancel the detonation!" The ticking time bomb stops at 5 seconds to go.

"Peace in our time." Eleven declares.

"Cutting it a bit close though," Kathy remarks.

——

Kathy leans against a shelf, taking in the scene of the Zygons and humans working together in discussions of a treaty. While she knows this will work overall, she also knows of the future rebellion of some of the Zygons. The Doctors had gone their separate ways to let them discuss, one of them is bringing the TARDISes close by. Clara explores the photo array of past companions. Then she goes to the Warrior, who is sitting in the Seventh Doctor's big leather chair.

Kathy sees the War Doctor disappear when Clara turns her back. Clara looks around confused and looks at Kathy to see her reaction. Kathy nods her head towards the other two Doctors, who are chatting together, as it is time to get moving.

The two Time Lords had raced to their TARDISes to follow where the War Doctor had gone after Clara, and Kathy, insisted that the youngest Doctor had not destroyed Gallifrey yet. Kathy knows Clara hopes they'll stop him but the other two Doctors are not intending to do that, just do not want the War Doctor to do it alone.

Two TARDISes park themselves in the barn. Enter the Doctors, Kathy and Clara stepping out of them. A red, rose-like button that glows, stands on a stalk above the Moment box with the War Doctor standing before it, his hand hovering over it. 

Kathy observes him for a moment before glancing out through the cracks of the walls knowing that out there, out in the desert, is Gallifrey. The planet where she got part of her DNA from.

"I told you." Clara smiles, looking relieved. "He hasn't done it yet."

"Go away now, all of you." The War Doctor commands, sounding very tired and doesn't even look at them. "This is for me."

"These events should be time-locked." Ten mutters to those next to him, his eyes gazing around the barn tensely. "We shouldn't even be here."

"So, something let us through," Eleven concludes, staring around just as warily.

Kathy looks back at them all. "Of course, there's a reason why the three of you were brought together."

"Go back." The War Doctor says, drawing the Doctors' attention away from her before they can ask her what she means. "Go back to your lives. Go and be the Doctor that I could never be. Make it worthwhile."

The two Doctors stare at their younger self with sympathetic eyes. Slowly, together, the two began to walk over to the man while Kathy and Clara stay back.

"All those years, burying you in my memory." Ten says quietly.

"Pretending you didn't exist." Eleven continues. "Keeping you a secret, even from myself."

"Pretending you weren't the Doctor, when you were the Doctor more than anybody else."

"You were the Doctor on the day it wasn't possible to get it right." Eleven comes up beside the War Doctor, staring at him steadily.

Ten comes up on the other side and lifts a hand over the War Doctor's, which is still hovering over the red button. "But this time..."

Eleven does the same, placing his hand over Ten's. "...you don't have to do it alone."

"Thank you." The War Doctor breathes quietly.

"What we do today is not out of fear or hatred." Kathy hears the emotion in Ten's voice that is trying to escape and she herself gulps down tears threatening to spill. "It is done because there is no other way."

"And it is done in the name of the many lives we are failing to save." Eleven whispers sombrely. The three Doctors are unmoving, staring at the button they have yet to press.

Eleven glances toward Kathy and Clara, who shakes her head. "What? What is it? What?"

"Nothing." Clara murmurs.

"No, it's something. Tell me." He insists. Kathy keeps quiet for this bit.

"You told me you wiped out your own people. I just... I never pictured you doing it, that's all." Clara tearfully admits. It suddenly goes dark.

"What's happening?" Clara questions.

"Nothing. It's a projection." The War Doctor replies.

The scene shifts to what is happening on Gallifrey at this exact moment, the children and people in the middle of the war.

"These are the people you're going to burn?" Kathy asks.

"There isn't anything we can do." Ten replies.

"He's right. There isn't another way. There never was. Either I destroy my own people or let the universe burn." Eleven adds.

"Look at you," Clara says. "The three of you. The warrior, the hero, and you."

Eleven walks over to her. "And what am I?"

"Have you really forgotten?"

"Yes. Maybe, yes."

"We've got enough warriors. Any old idiot can be a hero."

"Then what do I do?" Eleven asks desperately.

"What you've always done. Be a doctor." Clara answers. The fighting seems to have stopped on Gallifrey; people emerge from their hiding places. "You told me the name you chose was a promise. What was the promise?"

"Never cruel or cowardly." Ten speaks quietly.

"Never give up," the War Doctor joins him, "never give in."

"Doctor..." Kathy swallows and steps over. "You can't do this..."

The three men look at her, startled. The images vanish and they are back in the barn.

"You're not actually suggesting that we change our own personal history?" Ten gapes at her.

"Not change it as such..." Kathy replies. "...but you never remembered what happened, did you?"

"Well... I remember getting the Moment, and then... big red button..." Ten starts to say but keeps trailing off as if his memories are not exactly lining up. He looks at his future self with wide eyes.

Eleven swallows and closes his eyes. "...then Gallifrey was gone and I was regenerating..."

"So, you don't remember actually pressing the button?" Kathy presses.

"No... I—" Ten frowns. "History said Gallifrey had been destroyed from the war. I knew I had been getting ready to use the moment, but..."

Eleven grins, clearly having clocked what Kathy is trying to say. He sonics the big red button back into the Moment box.

"There's still a billion billion Daleks up there, attacking." The War Doctor says confused.

"Yeah, there is. There is." Eleven replies.

Ten begins to grin as well. "But there's something those billion billion Daleks don't know."

"Because if they did, they'd probably send for reinforcements."

"What? What don't they know?" Clara asks them, looking confused and excited.

"This time, there's three of them," Kathy explains.

"Oh! Oh, yes, that is good. That is brilliant!" The War Doctor exclaims. "She didn't just show me any old future, she showed me exactly the future I needed to see!"

His future selves look at him blankly while Kathy grins.

"Eh? Who did?" Eleven asks.

He gets ignored. "Oh, Bad Wolf girl, I could kiss you."!"

Ten looks at him in surprise. "Sorry, did you just say Bad Wolf?" Ten asks. He glances at Kathy unsure.

"So, what are we doing? What's the plan?" Clara excitedly butts in.

"The Dalek fleets are surrounding Gallifrey, firing on it constantly." The War Doctor explains to her.

"The Sky Trench is holding, but what if the whole planet just disappeared?" Ten adds.

"Tiny bit of an ask." Clara remarks.

"The Daleks would be firing on each other." Eleven cheers.

"They'd destroy themselves in their own crossfire." Kathy nods.

"Gallifrey would be gone, the Daleks would be destroyed, and it would look to the rest of the universe as if they'd annihilated each other." The War Doctor concludes.

"But where would Gallifrey be?" Clara asks.

"Frozen. Frozen in an instant of time, safe and hidden away." Ten replies serenely.

"Remember the painting?" Kathy asks, Clara nods. "Well, basically we'll be doing that, but freezing a planet in a moment in time, away from everyone."

Clara beams at the news.

——

Kathy joins Ten in his TARDIS and Clara with Eleven as the three TARDISes patch through to the War room. Kathy watches as Eleven and Clara appear on one half of the monitor screen and the War room on the other. She knows that they'll all be appearing on holo-monitors in the War room.

"Hello, hello," Eleven calls as they get through. From the monitor Kathy is looking at from Ten's TARDIS, she can see the Time Lords under siege and Eleven and Clara in different squares. "Gallifrey High Command, this is the Doctor and Miss Clara Oswald speaking." Clara does a little wave.

"Hello!" Ten greets as they get through. For the other TARDISes, they'll be appearing as a square on their screens while being another hologram in the War Room. "Also, the Doctor along with Miss Katherine Davis. Can you hear us?"

"Also, the Doctor," the screen splits again as the War Doctor appears, "standing ready."

"Dear God, three of them!" The General seems utterly and completely horrified. "All my worst nightmares at once."

"General, please listen to what they have to say first," Kathy warns. "They have a plan to save you all."

"We should point at this moment, it is a fairly terrible plan." Eleven has to add.

"And almost certainly won't work." Ten agrees.

"Yeah, 'cause that's how you get someone to help you." Kathy shakes her head to herself. Ten ignores her.

"We're flying our three TARDISes into your lower atmosphere." Eleven continues, also ignoring her.

"We're positioned at equidistant intervals around the globe." Ten informs. "Equidistant." He grins. "So grown up."

"Focus, Doctor." Kathy nudges him.

The War Doctor is clearly in a good mood and ignores the extra comment. "We're just about ready to do it."

"Ready to do what?" The General asks, looking fearful.

"We're going to freeze Gallifrey." Eleven declares.

"I'm sorry, what?!"

"Using our TARDISes, we're going to freeze Gallifrey in a single moment in time." Ten adds.

"You know, like those stasis cubes? A single moment in time, held in a parallel pocket universe." The War Doctor continues.

"Except we're going to do it to a whole planet." Eleven explains.

"And all the people on it." Ten finishes.

The General looks aghast. "What?! Even if that were possible, which it isn't, why would you do such a thing?"

"Because the alternative is burning." Eleven answers solemnly.

"And I've seen that." Ten inserts.

"And I never want to see it again."

"We'd be lost in another universe, frozen in a single moment." The General argues. "We'd have nothing."

"You'd have each other." Kathy points out. "You'd have your planet, your people, your safety, your lives and hope."

"It's delusional." The General spits. "The calculations alone would take... hundreds of years," Kathy smirks and looks at the stasis cube on the console that will also be on the other consoles as well.

"Oh, hundreds and hundreds." Eleven smirks.

"But don't worry, I started a very long time ago." Ten winks. The image on the monitor shifts and shows all of the Doctor's past incarnations appearing. All calling out to each other for help and all have the same calculations done by the War Doctor's TARDIS and finished in Eleven's. Same software, different case.

"You might say I've been doing this all my lives!" Eleven whoops.

"I didn't know when I was well off!" The General sounds ill. "All twelve of them!"

"No, sir." An unfamiliar voice chimes in. The screen splits one more time, only revealing a set of rather angry eyes with bushy eyebrows to match. "All thirteen!" Kathy sees the Doctors looking at each other confused. The War room shakes as a blast is heard, which distracts them.

"Sir!" The man beside the General cries out in warning. "The Daleks know that something is happening. They're increasing their firepower."

The General closes his eye, gathering his strength for the final decision. "Do it, Doctor. Just do it."

Eleven nods seriously. "Okay. Gentlemen, we're ready." He reaches out to put a hand on a lever. Clara puts her hand over his.

"Geronimo?" She asks grinning. Eleven nods and they pull the lever down.

"Come on, Kathy!" Ten laughs as they grab their own lever. "Allons-y!"

Kathy laughs. "Allons-y!"

The War Doctor rolls his eyes. "Oh, for God's sake. Gallifrey stands!" He pulls down his lever.

TARDISes rush towards the planet and surround it, then whiteout. Pieces of Dalek scatter in space as though they had been blasted apart and no planet remains.

——

The Doctors, Kathy and Clara are in the under gallery of the National Gallery and gather before the painting of the Time War. They all have their own cup of tea. Ten and Eleven stand by the painting and Kathy stands by Clara and the War Doctor, who sit on the bench. Three TARDISes are lined up by one wall. The opposite is decorated with a collection of roundels.

"You know you should give yourself a trim." Kathy casually remarks to Clara, remembering what Clara had said to her 700 years earlier.

Clara grins unquestionably. "Really? Would it look good?"

"Yeah, you'd suit a bob, but not yet." Kathy points a finger at her with a fake serious face. Clara laughs.

"I don't suppose we'll know if we actually succeeded." The War Doctor sighs sadly as he muses. "But at worst, we failed doing the right thing, as opposed to succeeding in doing the wrong."

"Life and soul, you are." Clara remarks as she sips her tea.

"You may one day," Kathy says.

"Do you know something?" Clara asks.

Kathy shrugs. "Maybe. Spoilers." She then wanders over to the painting.

"What is it actually called?" Ten asks as he squints at the 3D painting of the Time War. He's wearing his glasses as if that'll help him find a clue.

"Well, there's some debate." Eleven replies, taking off his own glasses. "Either No More or Gallifrey Falls."

The War Doctor forces a smile. "Not very encouraging."

"Maybe you're all looking at it wrong?" Kathy supplies.

Eleven frowns at her in thought while Ten asks, "How did it get here? Kathy?"

She shrugs but really, she can't quite remember herself as she always got a bit confused by this bit, which is annoying for her.

Eleven smiles. "I really don't know."

His past self smiles at that. "There's always something we don't know, isn't there?"

"One should certainly hope so." The War Doctor stands. "Well, gentlemen, it has been an honour and a privilege."

Ten nods at him. "Likewise."

Eleven smiles at him. "Doctor."

The War Doctor turns to Kathy. "It's my greatest pleasure to get to know you, Kathy. I look forward to everything."

"I look forward to it," Kathy replies.

"And if I grow to be half the man that you are," the War Doctor turns to Clara, "Clara Oswald, I shall be happy indeed."

Clara startles slightly as she takes a sip of drink but straightens and stands cheerfully. "That's right. Aim high." She kisses his cheek gently.

The War Doctor sighs. "I won't remember this, will I?"

Kathy shakes her head. "I'm afraid not. Time streams being out of sync and all that."

"You can't retain it," Eleven adds.

"So, I won't remember that I tried to save Gallifrey rather than burn it." He lets out a long sigh at that. "I'll have to live with that. But for now, for this moment," he nods to himself, smiling with his hands on his lapels, "I am the Doctor again. Thank you." He turns to the TARDISes. "Which one is mine? Ha!" He goes into the shabbiest TARDIS. It dematerialises.

"I won't remember either," Ten pulls off his glasses, "so you might as well tell me." Kathy plonks herself next to Clara so as to let the two have this chat.

"Tell you what?" Eleven inquires as though he doesn't already know what his past self is asking.

"Where it is we're going that you don't want to talk about."

Elevens sighs. "I saw Trenzalore, where we're buried. We die in battle among millions."

"That's not how it's supposed to be." Ten denies.

"That's how the story ends." Elevens shrugs as if he doesn't care. "Nothing we can do about it. Trenzalore is where you're going." Kathy knows that isn't quite how it all plays out.

"Oh, never say nothing." Ten determines. "Anyway," he shakes Eleven's hand, "good to know my future is in safe hands." He places his cup next to Clara. "Keep a tight hold on it, Clara."

"Hmm. On it." Clara agrees as she places down her own cup and stands. Ten takes her hand and kisses it. Kathy shakes her head at it as she trails after him to the TARDIS but not before hugging Clara goodbye.

"Till the next time, Clara."

"Till the next time."

Kathy gives a nod to Eleven, who nods back.

"Trenzalore." Ten mumbles, turning back to Clara and Eleven as he is half in the box. "We need a new destination because I don't want to go." He steps inside with Kathy following, groaning to herself at the last bit of his sentence, as she needs to be with him so that the timeline stays on the right path.

"Onwards?" Ten asks.

Kathy nods. "Onwards." She smiles at him sadly knowing that as they leave, he'll forget.

——

2013

A figure walks into the room that Eleven had just vacated. It was a young woman wearing 21st century clothes, brown hair poking out. Blue eyes look around the room as if to double check that no one is there, particularly a certain half Time Lord, before taking off the hood of her coat to reveal that it is Kathy.

She smiles as she walks up to the painting, recalling how she had been standing here 500 years earlier from her perspective. Kathy glances over her shoulder when hearing steps rapidly heading towards the room. Osgood runs in and halts quickly as she takes in Kathy standing in front of her. Kathy knows she's probably confused for a moment by Kathy's appearance at first.

"Kathy!" She exclaims. "You're here! Well, again. Is it safe?"

Kathy smiles at her kindly. "Of course. I wouldn't be that careless." She looks back at the painting. "I assume it fulfilled its purpose?"

Osgood nods eagerly. "Yes. But how did you get a hold of this in the first place?"

"I couldn't possibly say," Kathy replies, smirking. "But you should really put a plaque for the name of the painting otherwise people will get confused."

"What's its name?"

"Gallifrey Falls No More."

——

A/N: Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.