#and it's really just a bunch of nerds in this TARDI
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aletterinthenameofsanity · 10 months ago
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Eleven/Amy/Rory are "I love you to the point of invention" coded in this fic series if y’all even care
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canisonicscrewyou · 1 year ago
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Okay here’s the thing, some of you are asking for the 2019 Aziracrow Cosplay Pics** in my inbox, and upon reflection how could we not. You’re gonna get so much more lore than you could’ve ever asked for or wanted,though. This is a long post, and I almost want to apologize for it. **Pre-HRT baby face pics ahead
For context, Damien and I have known each other since freshmen year of high school, 2012. In fact, we had like no classes together, and whenever one of us mentioned our nerd shit in class the first couple of days, kids kept telling us we HAD to meet each other. We finally met in a history class after they got transferred into it, and exchanged fandom memes back and forth after school on the sidewalk that day until our rides picked us up, and pretty much from then on freshmen year EVERYONE thought and asked if we were two little queer kids dating in our Catholic School.
And of course we weren’t— we just sat in each others’ laps a lot, or grabbed at each other a lot, and were a little inseparable for a while. Neither of us read anything into this. We were also, very importantly, cringey little 14-15 year old SuperWhoLock girlies, only I didn’t watch Supernatural, and they didn’t really watch Doctor Who, and we both thought Sherlock was pretty good. We supplemented our own love for our special little shows for the other. We were so inseparable that Damien’s 1-month-long-freshmen-boyfriend got them a Doctor Who gift for Valentine’s Day. The key to the Eleventh Doctor’s TARDIS. (My favorite, at the time, and also one that I knew they definitely sold at the comic book shop up the block.) They break up with him for giving them chocolates with nuts(allergy), and immediately give my little autistic ass the TARDIS key at lunch. Neither of us read anything into this. This is a common theme.
Damien, at some point, tells me to read a book they love, Good Omens. Due to my brain being the way it is, it takes about 3-4 business years, until college, to read Good Omens at their recommendation.
Damien is one of my best friends throughout high school and college. I also think it’s important to note that they were a jock, and I was a theatre kid. And the only time I convinced them to do something, a haunted house, with the drama club, to share a hobby maybe, they got hit in the head with a lightsaber by a 1st grader and needed stitches immediately after we started.
ANYWAYS.
I get Damien into cosplay a year or so later- 2013? 2014?
But it also takes us years to cosplay together- we would help with each others’ cosplays a lot. By that I mean I built a bunch of their props and they helped by getting the supplies with me and generally just hanging out. It takes us until 2019 to cosplay together.
Good Omens is out on Amazon Prime.
We text each other.
“Do you want to do a couple’s cosplay of this?
Yes, yes of course I do.
And yes, of course you’re Crowley, and of course I’m Aziraphale. And of course I’m Crowley, and of course you’re Aziraphale.”
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Pretty much every week that summer, we built our wings from scratch, from wire and masking tape and ethically sourced goose and duck feathers and mall Chinese food. We go out and plan and shop for our gay little outfits. We sit and talk in their car, in my driveway, for ages every time, every night.
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Another fun fact: this was the same convention that I painstakingly painted their tits blue for. And also painstakingly helped them wash blue off of in the shower, drunk, later that night. Unrelated, Aziraphale was the first cosplay I felt comfortable in.
Another fun fact: while getting ready for the photo shoot we booked that morning, my family dog scared my cat Almondmilk, and he peed all over my Aziraphale cosplay, and I yelled a bit. Our photographer rescheduled, blessedly, and a few hours later our photographer was asking how we wanted to stage the kiss, since of COURSE there had to be a kiss, but instead we sort of just—
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“We’re really good friends— We’ve known each other since high school— We’ve already seen so much of each other this is no big deal— Do you need another shot?”
“Uh-huh,” Our photographer says, knowingly. “I think maybe one more, if we’re comfortable with—“
“Oh yeah, no problem at all-“
“Uh-huh, Yeah,” Our photographer says, knowingly. “Tilt your head up more.”
Not many couples can say they somehow managed to get their first kiss documented and edited in HD.
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Damien got nauseous at the last day of the con, and the only thing we had to help were these honey sticks from a tea shop booth. They couldn’t open the little sticks themself, with their fangs in, so I took them and ripped them open with my teeth to give to them. Completely, totally unrelated, though, I think this was the summer I began to realize, perhaps realize once more, that I was so absolutely done for for Damien.
Anyways all of that went SO well, that we were planning every Ineffable Husbands cosplay we could. Somehow, our most logical next choice was a fun and very quick, messy little boudoir photo shoot in my college dorm room, while they were visiting me 3+ hours away from their school.
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Down so bad you lovingly pack wigs to go to college with so that you can have your best friend sit in your lap for your little ship.
We did that as Just Good Friends, literally in front of an old friend who took the photos and helped us stage the poses a bit.
We went to sleep that night in that bed. It was big enough to fit 3, maybe even 4 people if you were in a pinch. The bed was not treated like it was that big. (Note, we now sleep on a full sized bed, and it’s suddenly too small.)
And we talked for a while and we went to bed and all I could think about was how much I loved them no matter the sense of the word. And how many nights we sat talking in your car in my driveway for way too long, wondering if I should ask if I could kiss you. (A quick pronoun change, because I know you’re reading this.)
And
Nothing
Came
Of
This
For
LIKE
FOUr
MORE
YEARS.
Just good friends. Just good, good friends.
And that’s how Good Omens helped me realize, in retrospect of 2019, how in love I was with my Crowley best friend.
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best entrance is doing well for the next tournament (it was winning when i started but not anymore) so i've tried to summarise everyone's that I can. i've attempted to do their first scene on the show. i wasn't able to do everyone, and some of them are probably not quite right as I mostly did it off memory so suggestions welcome
Ian and Barbara - flirting, then talking about their one weirdo student who lives in a junkyard
Susan - being that one weirdo student who lives in a junkyard
Vicki - waiting for rescue
Steven - being the lone captive of a bunch of chumblies is perhaps not great for the mind
Katarina
Sara
Dodo - im just going to have a look in this police box, oh its bigger on the inside, yeah that seems normal
Polly - evil computer's inventor's secretary, invites dodo to a club
Ben - sad and drunk, beats the shit out of someone being threatening to a woman he just met
Jamie
Victoria
Zoe - Jamie's babysitter
Brig - why are all these people running around the london underground
Benton - generic unit soldier
Liz - brigadier, aliens aren't real
Mike - generic unit soldier
Jo - unfortunately your new assistant is too endearing for you to hate
Sarah - stealing your aunt's identity is good investigative journalism
Harry - newly regenerated 4's babysitter
Leela - banished for herasy
K9 - just a robot dog
Romana I - one of the most poerful beings in the universe says the doctor needs a friend
Romana II - is regeneration supposed to be difficult
Adric - no adric you can't join our group of rebel outsiders, you're too much of a nerd
Nyssa - your dad's getting married and you're getting your step-mother's job
Tegan - just so excited to start her new job as an air stewardess
Turlough - steal the brigadier's car, crash the brigadier's car
Kamelion - king john
Peri - this holiday is boring, im going on a different one and nobody can stop me
Mel - already travelling with the doctor, also making him exercise
Ace - begging to join in on the adventure
Grace - opera performance interupted by emergency heart surgery
Lee - gang shoot out interuppted by the TARDIS
Charley - crossdressing so she can work aboard a doomed airship
C'rizz
Evelyn - stop disturbing my lecture on my favourite historical figure with that incessant beeping
Lucie
Liv
Helen
Hex
Benny
Chris
Fitz
Compassion
Anji
Sam
Alison - fed up bartender in mysterious town
Iris
Izzy
Frobisher
Rose - montage of her normal life
Mickey - i get that your workplace just exploded but i really want to go to the pub
Adam - look at all my weird trinkets
Jack - clearly not from the 1940s, but more importantly, bisexual
Martha - family drama phone call
Donna - just materialises on the tardis
Wilf - no amount of danger could get me to leave london
River - wait she knows the doctor
Amy - praying to santa
Rory - nutty nurse thinks coma patients are faking it
Kate - if i don't let the soldiers storm someones house every once in a while they get sad
Clara - its the one from contemporary earth whos sticking around
Handles - the doctor has a pet cyberhead now
Bill - meet this woman the doctor's taken an interest in
Nardole - river's sidekick
Yaz - resolving parking disputes is so boring
Ryan and Graham - ryan can'r ride a bike, but he is going to learn
Dan - this man gives tours of museums he doesn't work for
Ruby - so ruby, give us your backstory
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strange-destinations · 3 years ago
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what's the game of rassilon thing???
Oh, thank you for giving me permission to invite all of your into my current hyperfixation hole.
The Game of Rassilon is a fan-made actual-play RPG podcast where a bunch of very funny and very creative people play the official Doctor Who roleplaying game. If you've been following me on Twitter recently you may have noticed I've done a fuckton of art for it. That's because it's extremely good! the adventures are well-thought-out, the roleplaying is choice, the goofs are hilarious and the emotional beats hit hard. it feels quite a lot like listening to a canon series of tv doctor who, except it's all improv and dice rolling and rpg.
the first two seasons are typical monster-of-the-week doctor who adventures with a gradually building plot revolving around the Doctor & co running from... someone (or perhaps something), and a Big Plan that even the Doctor isn't sure of the details of, at least at first. there is the Power of Friendship! there are Pokemon battles! there is freestyle jazz scatting, much to the Doctor's exasperation! it's all excellent. i haven't started season 3 yet because of Time Issues on my end, but I have no doubt it's going to be just as good as the first two seasons.
You can listen to it on their website (go to the start of the archive and start from the beginning) or on most podcast apps. The episodes are about 1/1-1/2 hours long each, and there's currently two and a half seasons out (20ish episodes each season, i believe) so it's not quite as intimidating as like. TAZ is. definitely not as scary as CritRole.
also i wrote fic for it. i would link to it here, but it's spoiler-y for all through to the start of season 2. and i am writing more, because i apparently just can't help myself when it comes to One Certain Character.
so yes. go listen to it and then come back and let me know so i know that i've got more people into it. i'm on a roll here. i will drag everyone i know into this very good podcast!
if you're curious about the content and don't mind mild spoilers, then come with me beneath the cut and I will introduce you to the Party, featuring some Fun Art From Me
The Doctor
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played by Riley Silverman. eternally delightful force of chaos. 'the most 90s doctor', according to michael, and honestly he's not wrong. canonically trans! in the sense that her player is also trans and said 'if you think she's trans also i'm 100% behind you' and i choose to think she's trans
got stranded in the 90s for a while, which explains why the interior of her TARDIS currently resembles a 90s coffeeshop. gives very good very doctor-y speeches. stubborn. curious.
Travis Killian
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played by Dan Peck (who is the sort of RPG player who breaks the game at least once every session. and it's great). worked at a library in New Jersey, 1998, and then Things Happened and now he lives in a time machine. you know how it goes. 'gentle ball of confident anxiety'. Star Wars fan, Pokemon nerd. basically half his character sheet is based around how much he loves his friends. Best Boy!! with a really genuinely excellent character arc.
welcome to the travis killian stan club. i love him very much.
Millie Earhart
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yeah, that Amelia Earhart. big strong lady with a wrench who is very good at flying things! planes in particular but she's very adaptable. a bit of a walking paradox, considering she's supposed to, you know, die on a plane trip, but it's fiiiine. it's all fine. trust her! she's amelia earhart!!
Roman
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technically an NPC (it's a bit complicated). still a member of the party, in my heart if nowhere else. i will not spoil anything to do with roman because his reveal is just too good to spoil. but please rest assured he's a delight and by s2 you will love him just as much as i do.
Carrie Vu
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played by châu kate lê. carrie 'i think time lords should unionize' vu is also a delight who i will similarly not spoil, simply because she doesn't show up until about mid-s2. but i couldn't not mention her. also, she has a softball bat, and is keeping the doctor who tradition of 'tiny women going to town on aliens with blunt objects' alive and well. queen
Gunther
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is the doctor's cat. she is a sweetheart and she is perfect and she is also currently my profile picture on most of my social media. we all love Gunther.
in conclusion come join me in the game of rassilon. i need someone to cry over roman with and i need to justify the fact that i've written over 50k of fanfiction from travis's point of view somehow
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ventura-starlight · 4 years ago
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Holiday Headcannons: The Weasley Twins
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A/N: Hello Guys! I wanted to write something similar to the Golden Trio Holiday Headcannons for my favorite twins! This will be the last thing I write before Christmas and then I should have some New Years content to enjoy. I am thinking of doing a New Years Eve sleepover to celebrate over 160 followers and the new year! I will probably have some information about that up soon and also a questionnaire to help me with what content you all want for 2021! I am really trying to make content that I enjoy writing and you all enjoy reading so feedback on that would be so appreciated 🥺💖. Anyways I will shut up and get to some headcannons now :)
Summary: the holidays with our favorite twins!
Warnings: none except cuss words lol
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fred weasley
This boy...
he owns my heart
Okay so during the holidays he just wants to spend as much time with you as possible
this isn't really any different from any other time of year but I digress
the minute it snows he wants to go and play out in the cold with you
Making snow angels is a must
loves snowball fights
shows absolutely no mercy >:)))
fred: "hey Y/N look at me!"
*you turn to look at him*
you: "What's up Fr-?"
AND WHAM!
you: "Did you just throw a snowball at my face Fred?"
Fred: >:) "yes"
cue running and having a huge snowball fight
on the fluffier side of things...
THIS BOY LIVES FOR FIRESIDE CUDDLES
truly his favorite part of the season
he is such a nerd omfg...hear me out
you were studying in the library, far away from your boyfriend Fred. you didn't want to really be away from him but it was hard to focus on studying for exams with his there.
he too damn seggsy 😪
ANYWAYS
you are sitting there and you get uo to grab another book
when you return you see a note folded in the book you had sitting opened on the desk
opening the leader you read the slightly messy handwriting
hey stunning ;) I have an idea
-you
-me
-the griyffindoor common room fireplace
-coco
-cuddles
see you there Y/N <3
😤💖
of course you go
when you get into the common room fred is getting coco ready and making sure everything is ready
HAHA SIMP
you spend the rest of the day cuddling
oh and on Christmas?
spoils you rotten
of course in his own way
probably gets you a ring he made (for some reason I think he makes little jewelry pieces when he is bored)
LOVE THIS MAN PLEASE
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george weasley
ANOTHER BOY WHO OWNS MY HEART
UGH
anways 😌🤚
this one is such a romantic
okay he still plays pranks on you and has snowball fights
but this fucker
he is ALL about gift giving and romance during the holidays
he has drawn you a bunch of little sketches of you through the year and everyday of December he gives you a few
GOD DAMN THATS CUTE OMFGGGGG
he would get you a shit ton of candy as well
if you don't have a sweet tooth however,
probably makes those coupon books for like a free hug, back massage, etc.
I made those all the time for my mom :')
besides that
this cheesball omfg
okay so you were hanging out with Fred, George, and a few other friends at a party before the winter break
Of course you wandered around and danced with some of your friends
You looked around for George after a while only to see that signature smirk of his under mistletoe
The boy has been waiting there for like 20 minutes JDKSKDJFJS 🥲
*you walk over to him*
george: "I was starting to get nervous I would have to kiss someone else here love"
you: "oh hush 🙄"
the kiss the two of you share is filled with the taste of cinnamon liquor and chocolate
warmth filled your stomach and butterflies settled in once again as george held onto you
you were his everything
and he was yours
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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 4 years ago
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Hi, do you know any mpreg stiles fics where he is older than Derek ? Thanks ! x
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vocallsama said: Do you have fics where Stiles is actually older and Derek younger? Or fics where Derek is the one pursuing Stiles? Whichever is fine THANK YOU and be safe
Not any with Stiles pregnant but here’s fics with Stiles older than Derek.
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Surrender Love by starcrossed (starsandnightskies)
(1/1 I 3,610 I General)
Seeing the world in black and white was a common occurrence. In fact, a lot of people never got to see colours. But luckily, even more people were lucky enough to wake up one morning, go to work or school and somewhere along the day, colour would flood their world.
OR Stiles and Derek discover colours - together.
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not by Krissy_Stilinski-Hale (castiel52)
(1/1 I 3,839 I Teen)
Gosh, Derek wished Stiles would really kiss him. Then they would get married when he was old enough to marry Stiles and then he’ll have Stiles’ babies in him as his tummy grew. Boys get pregnant too, right?
OR
Not everyone gets to marry their first love. But Derek sure did.
Duly (K)noted by KnottheWolf
(1/1 I 4,329 I Mature)
“Interesting little show you’ve got their, Derek.” The Alpha comments, his voice is so cold with an edge of harshness it has Derek’s stomach rolling with anxiety.
“H-How much did you see?” Derek twist his head a little so he’s not staring up at Stiles face. He wants to hide somewhere dark and cry, Stiles saw him. He saw him showing off to a bunch of strangers like a whore. God, what if he tells his mother, what would she think of him?
“Enough.” Stiles clips, pushing off from the wall to stand in front of Derek, “Enough, that I could see you fingering yourself open before fucking yourself on some silicon cock just to show off to a bunch of nobodies.”
It’s like a slap to his face and Derek’s head is dipping low in regret.
The Spirit Of The Season by AsagiStilinski
(1/1 I 9,412 I Teen)
To be fair, Stiles had told him that he was the Spirit Of Halloween, it wasn't his fault that Derek hadn't believed him
You look like my next mistake by Vendelin
(1/1 I 15,194 I Teen)
“So, are you dating someone new? Someone who doesn’t mind that you’re frigid?” Kate cocks her head to the side, smiling as though she just asked him about where he bought his shoes.
His entire body sighs in defeat as his shoulders grow square. Just as he opens his mouth, someone comes up to stand beside him, snaking an arm around his shoulders. When he glances to his side, expecting to see Isaac, his brain seems to malfunction. Because it isn’t Isaac. It’s Stiles Stilinski, the lacrosse talent of the year, a senior who Derek has seen multiple times from far away, but never ever talked to.
In which Derek is a nerd jock, and Stiles is a frat guy, and Derek falls for him even though he knows he shouldn't.
Love Bites by GrimReaperlover11
(21/21 I 41,927 I Teen)
Stiles finds the child in the woods, upon realizing it belongs to the Hale pack, he takes It back to Talia, the alpha werewolf he has an agreement with.
however, he can't help but form a bond with the small child who' name he learns to be Derek. he watches the boy grow and helps care for him and protect him, even from himself.
though when disaster strikes and the boys pack kicks him out, Stiles is there to help him pick up the pieces
Residents of Bad Wolf Bay by Lunabell_Marauder_Knyte
(8/? I 49,796 I Not Rated)
“Time travel is a tricky thing, Stiles.In your world...you lived, you ran with wolves, you fought...and you died. But I couldn't let you really die. But you couldn't be there anymore.” The Doctor said.
“...where am I now?” Stiles asked numbly.
“There are parallel universes. All mostly the same minus a few changes in each one. This is the one the Tardis is familiar with.Like before I am burning up a sun just to make sure you've made it alright.” the Doctor's hands are in his pockets as he looks at him with a sad smile. “In this life you were never born...so there won't be a problem of accidentally causing a paradox. I sent you to a point in time where you can make a difference. I know you're smart enough to figure things out...just...be careful. I am so, so sorry.”
“...Take care of my dad.” was the last thing he got to say before the Doctor vanished.
Or In which the pack's neglect and his father's indifference drive Stiles away. He becomes the Doctor's companion and we know that eventually all companion's adventures end. Some endings are happy, some are sad. Some are bitter sweet.
Or
The Doctor tells the Sheriff and the Pack that Stiles won't be making it for dinner. Now...or ever.
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goth-girlfriend · 4 years ago
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Hear me out: Reader who is richer than Shoto and Momo combined. They have a reputation of being stuck up and transfer into UA by STRONG recommendation. Everyone avoids her out of fear of being caught in rich wrath. But it’s not until the Bakusquad make a joke with her they realize what a complete idiot/nerd/funny person she is. Denki *makes joke about reader being to rich* Reader *pulls out hundreds to wipe tears and throws them on the floor when the tears are gone* If you can please? 😊❤️❤️
Request: “Sorry to message you! I but I sent a recent ask! I was going to ask if you could add the reader having like mesmerizing long black hair and killer brows and false lashes? Bonus if she ends up with Best Boom Boy!
I love this honestly! I’ll do my best to answer this the best I can! I’m assuming Bakugo right? I hope so, ☺️
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader + Friend Bakusquad
🖤💥❤️🧡🖤💚🖤🧡❤️🧡🖤💚🖤🧡❤️💥🖤
Class 1-A was bustling with conversation at the news they’d just gotten. A new student would be joining the class Mid Semester. The daughter of a well known known man in Japan.
The Family name foreign, (L/n), It’s been in Japan no longer than four generations. And they’d already come to sit on the top of the money empire. Being rich and known would be a good thing for anyone aspiring to become a hero. It was a lie, often times press would take chances to start rumors and make false accusations leading the newest generation of (L/n) to be held to a new standard.
“I know! Everyone makes her out to be stuck up, snobby and rude!”
Morning
“Aren’t the (L/n)’s the family the Hero Times magazine compared to other families? If I’m right they said Her family dwarfs the Yaoyorozu, Iida, and Todoroki families combined!”
“I heard she had press locked up and cameras destroyed for taking her picture!”
“Oh! I saw a video from her middle school days! You can’t really make her out, but she brought a girl to her knees in-front of the school! For something she did....”
“Oh! She must be the girl who took down a group of boys because one of them brushed shoulders with her!”
“No way! I heard she got a boy expelled because she thought he was looking down on her!”
“She s-sounds scary, I don’t think I want to talk to her.”
“Yeah, I don’t wanna run the risk of getting kicked out of U.A., not after all the hard work I put in to get here.”
The chatter continued, on the other side of the door, hearing every comment stood (Y/n), her brows furrowed slightly in anger. She released the tension in her brows, they rested in their usual place. Her brows fell into her natural RBF as she sighed, she looked at the Principal, the dog/bear/mouse beside her smiled and knocked. It was answered by the Teacher she had met not to long again Erased Head, or as she’d be introduced. Shota Aizawa.
“I’ll leaver her in your capable hands, make sure she gets a good view on what U.A. iS really about.” He smiled and waved at the teacher and left without word.
Aizawa let the girl enter and stand at the front of the class room. He stepped over to his desk picking up a black folder with a golden crest printed on the front. It was the information U.A. has asked for when you applied.
“Why don’t you introduce yourself.” Aizawa said staring at at the first part of your folder. A record for my our old school, no tardies, no absences, no missing work, no violations, no record punishment, no reported incidents, No grade under a 98. Class representative, president of 6 clubs, President of Student Body Council, 4.0 GPA, in quirk control you placed number one in your school, In your school Sport festival you came in first, Cultural Festival you’d brought in the most donations and had a recommendation letter from almost every teacher and both the principal and vice principal.
I stood silent for a minute staring the class over, recognizing every weak point. I didn’t bother smiling, they probably would be scared anyway. I looked through the corner of my eyes to the window.
“I’m (y/n) (l/n), call me (l/n), I don’t have time to waste on friends, formalities. You bunch of extras would probably just drag me down, I don’t expect much from any of you. I reached the top of my class with ease, and by just looking at you I can tell it won’t be any different.” I scoffed and looked over the class. I
It definitely struck some nerves.
“WHO THE HELL DID YOU JUST CALL AN EXTRA YOU TRASH.” A blonde boy with red eyes glared at me popping up from his seat.
Pops coming from his hand, I stared his down, “What are you doing?” I scoffed, “With pop rocks like that the only thing you’d be scaring it probably a kitten.”
“I’ll kill you!” He screamed bringing his hand up.
“Bet.” Was all is said, a watched his hand and the bright light starting to form, with a quick hand sign he fell face first into the floor arms bound behind his back.
I watched him struggle, explosions forming in his palms. Everyone watched him, stares no longer on me I turned to Aizawa.
“Take a seat in the back by the window, it’s the only open desk.” He said closing the file.
I looked ahead not bothering to look at anyone or make eye contact, I say down and moved my hair so I wouldn’t sit on it. I brought my hands to my nape and pushed them back pushing my hair over my back and into the space between my back and the chair. It felt pooling into the part of the chair I didn’t take and overflowing on sides where he chair didn’t catch. It dangled just an inch from the floor. I held my bag beside me. As I got adjusted to my seat and finally looked ahead to the front of class. I felt stares as I started to pull out my notebook, pen, and pencil. 🖤
I ignored it and went about my business, by the end of the day I heard whispers of why the things I used were so expensive. They hadn’t seen my phone yet, it’d definitely kill them if just a brand note book had them like this. The day was finally coming to an end, during lunch I stayed in class, afraid of sitting alone, I’d rather be alone and unseen rather than alone and stared at.
I sighed and looked at my bag, class was coming to an end for the day, and Aizawa was standing at front in his sleeping bag. Everyone was talking, some sitting on desks. I pulled out my phone, over a thousand notifications on my public social media’s, my dads manager saying I need to become friendlier with the public because of the appearance the press keeps trying to force onto me.
‘I set up some social media accounts for you just post about your day, make some friends post about them, just show the public you aren’t who they’re trying to make you out to be.’
I scoffed at his words but nodded just agreeing, if it’s for my dad I’d try my best. So here I am switching between accounts and now on public Snapchat scrolling through chats answering a few and adding people back so it feel more ‘personal’
“Do you see that?” I heard a whisper.
“Do you think it’s real?”
“It’s huge! If it’s real it must cost a fortune!”
“Look it up.....”
The room was silent for a minute,
“No way, the company only made a few and they sold for 48.5 million, and that was an IPhone six, that’s literally the newest iPhone, so it ages to be worth double even triple what the six was!”
“Go ask,” “Dude, no you go ask.”
“I’m scared,” “You probably should be.”
The bell rang and I was up and gone, no point in sticking around. I found a stair case, it led up to the roof. I followed it, it was so high. I walked over to the railing, I watched people pour out rushing to dorms or wherever else. I dropped my bag on the gravel floor and reached for my phone in my pocket, I held up my camera to the sun, the sky was turning orange. I took a picture, the sun rays peaking through the clouds.
I waited it out a bit longer, I felt a smile graze my face for the first second time today. My friend was posting on her story pictures we’d taken last year today. We skipped school to go to arcades, she met her boyfriend of one year now, we had boba, bought a bunch of merch, and just stayed out till night had claimed the sky. We walked home, bags in tow, uniforms scrunched up, cheeks sore from laughing and smiling the whole day.
Just as I finished the story I got another notification, a message from her. I opened it it was a video, unknown to us it was my last day at my old High school.
“Awww, I love you!” She hugged me, I hugged her back, “Love your too loser.”
“We’ll be best friends and together forever right?” She smiled as we rocked back in forth in the hug.
“I wouldn’t leave you for the world.” I laughed.
“Well just act like I’m not here,” her boyfriends voice in the background.
“I will, bros before.....hoes.....” she laughed and I smiled shaking my head.
“Come on, ill pay dinner.” I said and the video stopped.
‘You loser 😭 I didn’t feel like crying today, it’s my first day of school.’
‘Then you shouldn’t have left me 😭
‘I didn’t even know 😢’
‘🤔 Mhm, we need to meet up soon, it’s only been a day but I already miss you 😢’
‘Aight Bet.’
‘A challenge? 👀’
‘Saturday the usual? 😎’
‘I accept your invitation.’
The conversation ended and I headed to the dorms. This repeat for the next few days, I met with my friend Saturday and told her about my dads managed, she agreed every weekend we’d meet up and feed the public. After a month of this I was sitting in class minding my business, I cracked a smile at my phone and quickly wiped it away realizing I was still being watched.
“Sooo, (l/n)?” I looked up, the boy everyone called Denki leaning on my desk.
I cocked a brow, “Hm?”
“I’m in need of money, and I’ve been shot down twice, sooo, let’s make a bet a gamble really. If you win I’ll pay you, but if I win you pay me.” He sounded so cocky, I squinted at him brows furrowed.
I reached into my bag bringing out my wallet “I don’t waste time just take a donation.” I pulled out six hundred and handed it over like it was nothing.
“Oh....thanks? I guess it’s easier to pay people off when your loaded,” It sounded more like a joke.
I felt a small smile and pulled out another hundred, “Sometiwms you have to buy friends, it’s sad I know.” I patted fake tears and dropped the money ont he floor.
“But you know what they say,” I held the hundred out to him, “You feel better when you cry in a Ferrari.” I let out a single laugh, and then realized the mistake I made when I smield as he laughed.
“I knew you weren’t completely heartl-” I cut him off,
“Don’t talk about it, I’ll pay you off to never mention it.” He laughed and smiled a hand reaching to the back of his neck.
“Call us friends and you won’t even have to pay me.” He smiled.
“Deal.” I answered.
He opened his phone and held it out, “here add your number.”
I sigehd and added my number, he sent me a message and I saved him number.
“Alright new friend, I’ll see you later.”
He waved and walked off as the bell rang.The next day I was dragged to lunch and sat between Denki and Bakugo. I don’t know what to do, so I just drank water, I tried to talk to Mina when she talked to em but they all seemed so tense except for Denki.This became my schedule for the weeks to come.
“I’m hungry,” I grumbled into my phone.
Denki had FaceTimed me at 2 in the morning.
“Then go eat, nobody’s up except you and me.” He shrugged sitting on his bed under his blanket.
“Alright, I’ll be back. so just stay here.” I propped my phone up he had a view of my room from the prop my phone was on.
“Oooo, even your room looks like it belongs to a rich girl. Definitely fancier then Yaoyorozu’s.” He looked around to see what he could.
“Nice, I’ll be back I’m going to find.... dinner?”
“MKay.” Was all he said as he yawned.
I grabbed my second phone and popped in my AirPods, I started to play my music on shuffle. Making it to the Kitchen I was vibing with my music and getting into it. I started to make a sandwich and doing weird dances. I smiled and finally started to Clean up.The song Falling for you, started to play and for some reason my mind went to a certain blonde. I smield to myself, thinking about him. I fluffed my hair and ran my finger over my lashes. I felt the tips of my hair brushing my bare legs.
I smiled and picked up my sandwich and started a new dance with hip movement when the song Hotel Room Sevrvice came on. I started to turn to walk away stopping when I met familiar eyes.
“So, the edgy princess isn’t who she acts to be.” I swallowed, staring at him, his biceps were huge, especially in that muscle shirt.
I got a message form Denki, I’d given him my second number, “SOMEONES HEADED YOUR WAY!”
“Heeeyyy Bakugo....” I was caught, no point in hiding.
“What are you doing up this late?” He asked unamused.
“Well,” I looked at my sandwich, “I was looking for food but an even better snack walked in.” I winked at him.
He made a grunt.
“No? Not Good enough?” I asked an dlwaned against the counter.
“No.”
“How about are you a tombstone cause is nat you on top of me,” I did finger guns this time putting my sandwich down.
“Anything better?” He asked his eyes narrowing.
“Are you a sinning ship? Because I really wanna go down on you.....” I didn’t fight back the smile.
I heard him cough, and I smiled as I noticed a very faint blush.
“Want me try again?” I asked with a cheeky smile.
He didn’t answer he just looked at me,
“You can call me a coffin cause I want you be in-“ I couldn’t finsh I looked and licked my top lip, I assume she understood what I meant but wanted to finsh “inside me.”
At that point I forgot my hunger, I was hungry something else, nothing particularly dirty but some attention.
“Well Katsuki,” I casually walked over to him pushing myself into his side tilting my head onto his shoulder and looking up at him. “I know we definitely have a lot of bad reactions, but I say we should experiment with this chemistry we have going on.”
I pulled his left arm from across his chest and held his hand between my palms, “You look like you’d enjoy someone who would totally dominate you.” I pulled back and placed a soft kiss on his shoulder.
“What do you say?” I asked squeezing his arm.
“Yeah right,” he scoffed and looked down at me.
“Come on, from what I’ve heard you wanted to be called a king, I can make you feel like a king.” I nuzzled against his shoulder.
“I’ll give you one date, but after that you’ll just be an extra so you’ll have to stay out of my way.” He said and brushed it off like it was nothing.
“Ill make sure you don’t regret it.” I stretched and kissed his cheek and booked it out of there sandwich in tow.
“YOU WONT BELIEVE IT.” I screamed at Denki who was still on face time.
🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
“Soooooo?” I hugged Bakugo’s waist as the class gathered around in the gym.
Everyone in costume, “You look so fine dressed in your hero uniform.” I said and trailed my hand up the giant gauntlet on his wrist.
“Hm.”He grunted ignoring the stares of disbelief. “Whatever.”
The moment we broke of into our Duos to play an all to competitive game of catch the flag we stopped in the middle of the trading grounds, I was pulled into his chest, his right hand brushing my hair from the top of my head to my lower back. “Your hair is so long,” He mumbled I felt him take a hand full and pull on it, I was weak in the knees almost instantly.
I looked up at him batting my eyelashes, “There you go batting your fake lashes just to distract me.” He grunted.
“I’d agree with you if they’re weren’t real.” I smield and blinked slowly.
“Well aren’t you just gorgeous.” He snarled and he kissed the top of my head
“Now out of my way Extra I’m leading you so don’t leave my side or get in the way.” He stepped aside and looked down at me.
“You and I both know your better at taking Commands. But I’ll play obedient, only for you Katsuki.” I winked at him.
He turned with a growl, “Let’s just go beat that damn nerd.”
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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 5 years ago
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Heathers | Sweet Pea
A/N: Second to last part! It’s almost the end of the rewrite of the Heathers episode, and I hope you’ve enjoyed it so far! :D 
Act one - Act two - Act three - Act four - Act Five 
Words: 3076
Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader 
Warnings: angst, cursing, sexual harassment
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Act Five: Meant To Be Yours
Ever since we rehearsed Dead Girl Walking for the first time yesterday, I haven’t been able to shake the feeling I had when I was straddling Sweet Pea’s lap. Why – oh why – must he be so attractive and so good at singing? Never have I felt anything like this for a co-star in a play or musical. I hate feeling this weak and vulnerable for a boy. Thought I’d learned my lesson after Reggie, but I guess I didn’t.  “Earth to Y/N,” Ella’s voice makes me snap out of my thoughts.  “Hm, what?” I ask, my eyes darting from Ella to Margot and back. Both of them have knowing smirks on their faces. The three of us are sat at the cafeteria, eating our lunches. Only a few more hours until the very last rehearsal before we go through everything from beginning to end for the next rehearsals.  “You’re so crazy about him,” Margot retorts and takes a bite from her sandwich.  “I am not,” I shoot back, furrowing my eyebrows.  “Hm, Ella, don’t you think it’s weird I didn’t have to say a name, and still, Y/N knew who I was talking about?” Margot is a great actress, but her sarcasm always seeps through in situations like this.  “Yeah, that is weird. How could that be, Margot?” Ella taps her chin twice with her index finger and looks like she’s in deep thought with her brows furrowed and lips pursed.  “I don’t know, Ella. Maybe because she’s so damn madly in love with the guy playing Jason Dean.” Margot and Ella both burst out laughing, and I can’t help but smile too.  “Imagine having your own Jason Dean without the psychopathic part, and not doing anything about it,” Ella scoffs, shaking her head at me while picking at her salad. “I mean, honestly, Y/N, what’s holding you back?” I drop my sandwich on my tray and heave a deep sigh. “Is it the Serpent-thing? I thought you didn’t care about all that shit?” Margot adds, wanting to know too, why I didn’t take my chance and ask him out.  “No…” I sigh again, “It’s… I… I don’t know, guys. I just think I’m scared. I mean, what if he doesn’t feel the same? He’s pretty much still in love with Josie McCoy even though she broke his heart in a thousand pieces. What’s Reggie going to do? Is it going to change the entire musical? Is it going to steer me away from my path straight to NYU?” I ramble all of the thoughts I’d been overthinking on my own the entire night last night.  “Wow, girl, okay…” Margot seems a little taken aback by all the thoughts slipping out of my mouth. “Let’s break this down,” she says and glances to Ella for a second as if to check who’ll start. Ella does.  “The only way to know if he feels the same, is to ask him.” She shrugs as if it’s that simple.  “Are you sure he’s still in love with Josie? I mean, what you guys did in rehearsals during Dead Girl Walking, that was improv, which might mean he wanted to rip your shirt off the entire time,” Margot continues by tackling my second thought.  “Who cares what Reggie’s going to do? He’s a dick, Y/N. Screw him,” Ella says, and Margot nods.  “If you’re scared it’s going to change the musical, then wait until the musical’s over. The show’s next weekend if you can wait that long. But if it’s going to change the musical, he isn’t that great an actor, sweetie.” Margot presses her lips together in a painful grimace.  “You still have this year and senior year to spend with him and if he loves you, he’ll understand you’ll have to work on musical theater to get into the college of your dreams. He’ll support you, run lines with you, sing songs with you. If the both of you want it enough, you’ll make it work.”  I sigh again. They’re not wrong, but I’m not convinced yet. “Yeah, but what if he doesn’t want me like that?” My friends at the other side of the table groan simultaneously.  “We’re not going to start this again, Y/N,” Margot says.  “Just ask him,” Ella adds, exaggerating the articulation of the words. I open my mouth to say something else, but the bell ringing to signal the end of lunch interrupts me. “Let’s go, I’ve got biology and professor Phylum doesn’t like tardiness.” Margot and I nod, and the three of us leave the cafeteria together. On our way to our lockers, we bump into a bunch of jocks. Not Reggie nor Archie. But Ryan, Jake and Mason. All three with gross smirks on their faces.  “Hey, Y/N,” Ryan greets in a deep voice.  “Sorry, boys, we got to get to class,” I say, and we try to walk past them, but they block us from doing so. “Can you let us through, please?” I try to keep my voice steady, even though I’m starting to get scared. These three don’t have the cleanest record when it comes to interactions with women.  “Ah, you can’t just leave,” Mason’s mouth curls up into a grin.  “Not when you’re dressed like that,” Jake then goes. I look down to the Veronica skirt I’m wearing. Kevin told us to always wear something our characters would wear to really get into the mind of the person we’re supposed to play.  “Dressed like what? This is what I always wear?” I glance at my friends, who are clearly as confused as I am. The three boys give each other a glance too before Mason goes on.  “Yeah! And it’s torture!” Ryan almost yells in frustration.  “How can you expect us to control ourselves when you look like that?” says Jake. This is going to be one of those conversations, isn’t it?  “Back off, assholes,” Cheryl’s voice sounds from behind me. When I turn my head, I find Sweet Pea, Fangs, Toni and Cheryl standing behind me with their arms crossed. My eyes linger a little longer on the tall Serpent right behind me. He has an intimidating scowl on his face.  “Oh, look the criminals are backing up the theater nerds now that they’re singing and dancing together like little fags.” Mason says with a chuckle and hitting his best bud, Jake, on his chest. Jake and Ryan both cackle obnoxiously.  “What’s going on here, Bulldogs?” Reggie’s voice chimes in. For some reason, it only makes me tense up more. He goes to stand next to Ryan, looking at me first, then glancing at the Bulldogs. “Are they harassing you, Y/N?” I want to open my mouth to tell him it’s not that bad to avoid any fighting when Betty and Veronica chime in too.  “Get over yourself, assholes, she’s not that into you,” Veronica tells them, her eyebrows furrowed.  “Oh, come on, Reg!” Mason starts, “You’ve noticed she’s gotten hotter every damn day! She may not have been good enough for you back then, but right now, she’s good enough to get with me!” I raise my eyebrow at him. I can’t keep my mouth shut anymore. Not when he’s talking shit like that.  “Now I’m good enough?” I ask, stepping forward. Reggie steps back to allow me more space. “Did it ever occur to you that I don’t care if I’m ‘good enough’ for a gross, misogynistic prick like you? I’m intelligent enough to know my worth doesn’t depend on a jock’s boner. You, however, are worth nothing. So, get your tiny dick out of here before I cut it off.” I’ve gotten closer with every word I’ve said to the point where I’m mere inches away from him.  “You heard her, ass,” Archie then says, who’d joined too.  “Get out of here!” Sweet Pea adds with his intimidating, low voice that sends shivers down my spine.  “See you in hell, assholes!” Betty, Margot and I yell after them as they scurry away.  “Thanks for backing me up, guys,” I say, glancing up to every single one of my co-stars. My eyes linger on Sweet Pea again, and he’s looking at me too. His scowl is replaced with a small smile and sparkles in his eyes, lighting up his eyes more.  “That’s all good, Y/N,” Reggie says, and wraps an arm around me. I stiffen at the all-too-familiar feeling. “We’re all theater nerds now!” I wriggle myself loose from his grip with a chuckle.  “Mess with Veronica, mess with the Heathers!” Cheryl chimes in. Her red lips are turned up into a wide, bright smile that takes away the nerves I just felt when Reggie placed his arm around me.  “Let’s get to class now,” Margot then suggests, and we all nod in agreement.  “Y/N,” Sweet Pea starts and holds me back by my arm while the others get to class. “Can we please rehearse some lines tonight after rehearsal?” The words feel like a punch in the stomach. I can’t be trusted alone with him. I’ll just forget about all of my worries and kiss him and then overthink it once again when it’s happened. I need to step back and pretend I’m not as in love with him as I am right now. For my own good. For my future. To save the musical.
“Let’s do Yo Girl and Meant to Be Yours back to back again. Make sure to go all-in today, kids!” Evelyn tells us with a grin on her face. Everyone that needs to be on stage goes to get ready. Cheryl, Archie and Reggie go to stand on the raised bit of the stage. They’re dead by now, so it’s their ghosts that are still haunting Veronica. Betty, Veronica and I stand on the lower bit to do our small conversation. “Martha Dumptruck took a belly flop off the Old Mill Bridge last night holding a suicide note,” Betty says with a chuckle. “Oh my God, is she dead?” I ask, eyes wide, pretending to be shocked by this news. Betty then replies, “Just some broken bones. Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.” She rolls her eyes and walks off stage with Veronica in tow. “Yo girl, keep it together I knew you would come far Now you're truly a Heather Smell how gangsta you are,” Cheryl, Reggie and Archie sing together from ‘heaven’. “Martha, I’m so sorry,” I say, Veronica Sawyer’s barely holding it together. “Yo girl, feel a bit punchy? She's not looking so well Still, you've earned that red scrunchie Come join Heather in hell,” the dead characters sing again, and on walk our coach and the drama teacher who are playing my parents. “Where’ve you been?” Coach McLaren asks with furrowed eyebrows. He’s not the greatest actor. But it’ll do for a few lines. “We've been worried sick! Your friend JD stopped by. He told us everything,” miss Jacobs says her line. “Everything?” I ask. Miss Jacobs gives me a worried smile. “Your depression, your thoughts of suicide…” Coach McLaren goes. Miss Jacobs shows me a Moby Dick copy. “He even showed us your copy of Moby Dick!” “He’s got your handwriting down cold,” Cheryl chimes in sassily. “Please, honey, talk to us!” miss Jacobs pleads. At least her good acting balances out coach’s bad acting. I shake my head viciously. “No, you wouldn’t understand!” “Try me! I’ve experienced everything you’re going through!” miss Jacobs’ voice grows, and I back up. “Guess who's right down the block?” the dead kids sing behind us. “Your problems seem like life and death—” ‘mom’ chimes in. Then Cheryl, Reggie and Archie take their turn again, “Guess who’s climbing the stairs?” “I promise they’re not!” miss Jacobs says. “Guess who’s picking your lock?” “You don’t know what my world looks like!” I yell at my mother and run off stage. “Time’s up! Go say your prayers!” Mom and dad now walk off stage, and I go back on. The dead kids walk down the stairs on one side while I run up the ones on the other side. “Veronica's running on, running on fumes now Veronica's totally fried Veronica's gotta be trippin' on 'schrooms now, Thinking that she can hide Veronica's done for, there's no doubt now, Notify next of kin! Veronica's trying to keep him out now Too late! He got in!” Sweet Pea walks onto stage as if he’d just broken into my ‘bedroom”, and I’m hiding in the closet from him. “Knock! Knock! Sorry to come through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know!” Sweet Pea’s voice makes my knees buckle. He sounds so angry, yet I know he isn’t. He looked happy just seconds ago. “Get out of my house!” I yell at him through the pretend door. “All is forgiven, baby! Come on and get dressed! You’re my date to the pep rally tonight!” I perk up at that with furrowed eyebrows in confusion. “What?! Why?!” “You chucked me out like I was trash, For that you should be dead— But! But! But! Then it hit me like a flash, What if high school went away instead' Those assholes are the key! They're keeping you away from me! They made you blind, messed up your mind But I can set you free!” When we were exploring the songs still, Ella, Margot and I were always dancing to this song. But now, I can’t seem to move a muscle. I’m not allowed to, but even if I was, I’m too enthralled by his voice and how perfect it sounds for the song. “You left me and I fell apart, I punched the wall and cried— Bam! Bam! Bam!” I jump a little when his voice grows louder. “Then I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside! And so I built a bomb Tonight our school is Vietnam! Let's guarantee they'll never see their senior prom!” The music slows down a little and his voice does too, getting a bit vulnerable. “I was meant to be yours! We were meant to be one! Don't give up on me now! Finish what we've begun! I was meant to be yours!” Then the music grows louder and harder, and his voice becomes angrier and more psychopathic than before. How do I only find out now how talented this boy is? “So when the high school gym goes boom with everyone inside— Pchw! Pchw! Pchw! In the rubble of their tomb We'll plant this note explaining why they died!” The other students walk up the stage too, surrounding JD in a half circle. “We, the students of Westerburg High Will die. Our burnt bodies may finally get through To you. Your society churns out slaves and blanks No thanks. Signed the Students of Westerburg High 'Goodbye.'” The students stay where they are, but Sweet Pea now sings on his own. “We'll watch the smoke poor out the doors. Bring marshmallows, We'll make s'mores! We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!” Then, everyone sings back up vocals for Sweet Pea during the chorus, making it sound even more magical. However, I can only focus on Sweet Pea’s gorgeous voice. It’s making me fall more and more in love with the boy. Damn it. “I was meant to be yours! We were meant to be one! I can't make this alone! Finish what we've begun! You were meant to be mine! I am all that you need! You carved open my heart! Can't just leave me to bleed!” I begin to prepare my fake suicide by hanging up a fake noose and wrapping it around my neck. “Veronica, open the—open the door, please' Veronica, open the door. Veronica, can we not fight anymore' Please, can we not fight anymore' Veronica, sure, you're scared, I've been there. I can set you free! Veronica, don't make me come in there! I'm gonna count to three! “One! Two! Fuck it!” He opens the ‘door’ and finds his Veronica dead. The boy, overcome with emotions, kneels down next to me and begins crying. “Oh my God! 'No! 'Veronica'!” His voice sounds softer, but still equally as powerful. And it still sends chills down my spine. “Please don't leave me alone' You were all I could trust' I can't do this alone'” The others back him up again for the very last line, and goosebumps form on my arms. “Still I will if I must!” “Veronica?!” mom shouts as she walks up the stairs. Sweet Pea looks up in a panic and runs off stage.  “I made you a snack! Veronica?!” Miss Jacobs walks up the stairs with a tray in her hands when she finds her daughter hung from the ceiling. A loud, shrill shriek comes from her body, making me snap my head up. “No, no, no!” I yell and run up to her. “No, it was a joke! No, mom, please! Look at me! I’m okay!” I grab her cheeks and makes her look at me. I wipe away her tears. “I’m fine. I’m fine!” “That’s not funny!” she yells back at me, sobbing violently.   “And scene!” Kevin yells, and miss Jacobs and I get up. “You’re doing a great job, Y/N,” she tells me with a smile. Miss Jacobs has always been kind of my second mom. She’s my theater mom. She’s supporting me in my dreams to become a professional musical theater actress. The woman believes in me more than my own mother. “Thanks, mom,” I say with a wink and approach my friends on the side of the stage. “I have a problem,” I say in a panicked, but hushed voice. “What is it?” Margot asks, placing her round sunglasses on the top of her head. “I’m terribly and embarrassingly in love with Jason Dean,” I hope they get the code name for Sweet Pea as I don’t want to anyone to hear me say his actual name. The girls’ smiles widen. “Thank heaven’s she admits it!” they both exclaim loudly. I shush them immediately, frantically looking around if anyone’s heard them. Everyone else seems preoccupied with other things, and I sigh in relief. “I don’t know what to do though?” I whisper with a pained expression. “Help? Please?” “Let stoner chick and preppy kid take care of it!” Ella reassures me. Or at least tries to. I’m not sure if I am reassured. 
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amillionmillionvoices · 4 years ago
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(I'm sure someone will have already asked but) Doctor Who? PS: Ily hope you're having a nice night
Aww thank you love! I am having a lovely night, thank you! I hope you’re having a good night too! <3 
Favorite episode and why
Me: [slams fist on table] HUSBANDS!! OF !~!! RIVER!!! SONG!!!!! RIVER!!! BEING!! BADASS!! RIVER!! CENTRIC!!! RIVER!!! BEING!! IN CHARGE!!!! 12!!! BEING JEALOUS!!! PINING!! VULNERABILITY! VALIDATION!! BEAUTIFUL SPEECHES!!! TWENTY! FOUR! YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rachael: [also slamming fists] HUSBANDS! For obvious reasons. 
Funniest/crackiest/it’s-terrible-but-I-still-love-it episode/scene
Me: I think I’m gonna go with Vampires of Venice. It’s not OBJECTIVELY good, but it’s Helen McCrory and space vampires and Rory dropping truth bombs and “let’s not go there” and Amy and Eleven nerding out and Casanova owing the Doctor a chicken I just. Delightful. 
Rachael: The Unicorn and the Wasp. I fucking love that episode. 
It’s-terrible-and-I-hate it episode/scene
Me: I really hate the Robots of Sherwood, The End of Time, Love & Monsters, and virtually all of s2 except for the episode with Sarah Jane because she is lovely and The Girl in the Fireplace. 
Rachael: Honestly I really hate the Waters of Mars. They’re creepy and 10 is a dick. (But also I don’t like Clara or Rose.) (Also Love & Monsters!! I retract what I said that’s the worst one!!!) 
Best episode/scene for my favorite character
Me: OKAY I CAN’T ANSWER THIS WITH ONE SCENE OKAY BECAUSE ALL OF RIVER’S SCENES ARE AMASZING AND I LOVE HER MORE THAN I LOVE AIR OKAY SO
- Husbands: JUST THE WHOLE EPISODE
- TATM: “The wrist is pretty bad too” YOU TELL HIM BB I’LL HOLD UR FLOWER
- SITL/FOTD: When she die i cry
- TIA/DOTM: When she’s talking to Rory in the tunnels!! When she flirt with 11 while killing Silence! When she bust out of the TARDIS and scream “They’re Americans!” When she on screen!!! 
- TOA/FAS: “I lied”! “I’m a complicated space time event throw me in”! “you. Me. handcuffs.”! USES THE DOCTOR AS A TAXI SERVICE 
- TNOTD: “He left me, like a book on a shelf. he doesn’t like endings.” DRAG HIM
- TWORS: TELLING THE DOCTOR OFF ON A GIANT PYRAMID WITH A THINGIE SHE MADE BC SHE’S BRILLIANT AND TELLING HIM TO SHUT HIS FACE FOR 5 MINS SO SHE CAN MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER I’M
- AGMGTW: “WELL THEN SOLDIER HOW GOES THE DAY” the most epic roast + peptalk ever 
I will think of more later and come back to edit this post with every single moment she is on screen k 
Rachael: HUSBANDS
Best episode/scene for my favorite ship
Me: ALL OF HUSBANDS. EVERY MOMENT OF HUSBANDS. ALSO: 
- TATM: When she slap
- TNOTD: THAT KISS THO
- SITL/FOTD: “you and me time and space you watch us run” i am in pain ur honor 
Rachael: Husbands! The Kiss in TWORS is also good. The scene in AGMGTW when he finds out who she is!
Best episode/scene for a particular supporting character
Me: I LOVE Amy in Amy’s Choice and The Beast Below so much. And I love Idris in The Doctor’s Wife. And I love Rory in A Good Man Goes to War. And I love BILL in EVERYTHING. Also Nardole when he’s harassing the Doctor lol.
Rachael: Vincent and the Doctor and The Doctor’s Wife. Also Partners in Crime! Donna is excellent. (Companions aren’t really supporting characters but we just went with characters that aren’t River lol)
Best episode/scene for a character I don’t usually like
Me: I don’t like Clara much but I love the Rings of Akhatan so I’m gonna say that one. Missy is also the only incarnation of the Master I can stand. 
Rachael: I like Rose in the episode with Sarah Jane Smith. 
Most visually beautiful or interesting episode/scene
Me: Vincent and the Doctor is beautiful, SITL/Forest of the Dead, THAT LENS FLAIR in The Eleventh Hour, The God Complex, The Girl Who Waited, Smile - I could keep going the cinematography is often really good!, River’s face
Rachael: Vincent and the Doctor, TEH, The Pandorica Opens, The Impossible Astronaut (that scene where River shoots his stetson!) 
Most emotionally affecting episode/scene
Me: HUSBANNNNDS + FOTD + TATM + AGMGTW + River’s FAce On My Screen AFFECTS ME
Rachael: Forest of the Dead
Most powerful use of music in an episode/scene
Me: MURRAY GOLD IS A GODDDDDDD. + FOTD, AGMGTW (reveal), when they play the SITL theme in Husbands I died and did not recover, also the song in TATM when Amy and Rory jump and when Amy says goodbye is ouch. + I Am The Doctor is a BOP
Rachael: MURRAY GOLD IS A GODDDDDDD + FOTD, AGMGTW (reveal)
Episode/scene that changed my perspective on the show
Me: I tried to watch it from the beginning (with 9) a long time ago and couldn’t get into it and then my friend sat me down and was like “Listen. There is a hot space archaeologist you need to see. Trust me.” And I did. And my first ep was SITL/FOTD and I never recovered. 
Rachael: The first season that i started watching from the beginning was S5 so I started with Matt Smith 
Episode/scene where the acting stands out
Me: OKAY SO. I was gonna list a bunch of River moments but honestly just ALEX KINGSTON ON SCREEN STANDS OUT. + Matt in The Eleventh Hour + The Doctor’s Wife + The Rings of Akhatan and... basically everything else Matt is wonderful. Also Peter in Husbands, Return of Doctor Mysterio, Twice Upon a Time, and all of S10. 
Rachael: Anything with Alex Kingston OBVI + Karen Gillan in The Girl Who Waited 
Overall best-written episode
Me: Ayyyyyyyyyy so many good ones! Maybe The Doctor’s Wife? Or SITL/FOTD? Or The Eleventh Hour? The Pilot? Time Heist? Fugitive of the Judoon? The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances? 
Also Husbands shut up it’s good.
Rachael: There’s so many good ones! ^^^^^^^
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The Golden Girl
This idea came to me while reading The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner. The title name came to me courtesy of The Great Gatsby by Scott Fitzgerald. I'm actually a closet literature nerd.
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Summary:
Amy isn't the only one who met an impossible person when they were younger. When Rory was five he met a golden girl who watched over him all his life. She never did him any wrong and she was always there when he needed her. The girl with the golden hair, the golden eyes, the golden smile. Rory looked up to her. Even so, he never knew just how important she was. Until he did.
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Rory was really hoping it would snow. He knew it wasn't winter and there was no possible way on Earth that it would snow this time of year but he wanted it to snow, he wanted nothing more than for white flakes of cold water to fall to the ground, and stick. He would be able to miss school the next day, go and see all his friends and they would all get to play together.
Rory stared out his window, sitting on his window seat.
No snow.
He put his hand against the window.
Not even cold.
He groaned and stood up, walking over to his bookcase. He pulled out a book and clambered back over to his window seat. He began to flip through the pages, leaning against the window. In his book he could read some of the words.
Not many.
He tried to read it aloud.
"High…" He read. "In a white…. Pa-palace, the king's- the king's daughter, the-"
He was interrupted abruptly by a presence over his shoulder.
"The golden girl."
Rory turned to see a women standing in his room. She was bathed in a golden light, everything about her shone. She wore a simple plain white dress along with no shoes and curly golden hair.
"Isn't the Great Gatsby a complicated choice for a kid your age?" The girl asked softly. She placed her hand on Rory's shoulder.
It was warm.
"Who are you?" Rory asked, all wide-eyed and curious.
"My name is Rose," she replied. Rory frowned.
"Like the flower?" He asked. She nodded.
"Just like the flower, just without the thorns."
She smiled sweetly, and it made Rory smile back.
"I'm Rory. Rory Williams."
"Lovely to meet you Rory Williams."
Rose turned around and began to look around his room. Despite her carefree attitude Rory could tell she was frantic, scared even. He wondered why.
"Can you tell me Rory Williams, where we are and what today's full date is?"
Rory frowned.
"But-"
"I hit my head," Rose explained. "Still gathering my memory back."
Rory decided that answer was acceptable.
"Leadworth. Easter, 1986."
Rose's eyebrows shot up.
"Easter?" Rose turned around. "1986."
She looked wildly confused, and murmured a few things under her breath.
"But why you?" She said this aloud and Rory walked up to her, tugging her warm, smooth hand.
"What's wrong?"
He tugged her down to the floor and clambered into her lap. He looked up at her.
"What's happened? You can tell me. Mum says I'm a great listener."
He spoke proudly, hoping to entice her with his words.
"I bet you are Rory."
She ruffled his hair and then sighed.
"I had this friend. He was brilliant, brilliant in every single way you could think of it. We did a lot of traveling together and then we got separated. I did my best to get back to him, and then I did get back to him and it was so exciting. But soon after I got back to him he left me at the same place I lost him. He didn't want me anymore, he had new people to take the place of me."
The boy frowned up at Rose, all wide eyed and amazed by this golden woman who had just appeared here.
"Why wouldn't he want you?" Rory asked astonished. "You're beautiful."
Rose smiled, making Rory feel warm, safe.
"Thank you, but it's a judgement on me-" Rose frowned as soon as she said that, like it reminded her of someone nasty. "The universe is equally for and against me."
"The universe?" Rory asked.
"But why you?" Rose repeated. "Why is my timeline attached to yours? It doesn't make sense."
Rory got up off Rose's lap and ran back to where his book was. He grabbed it and ran back over to her, sitting in her lap again.
"I'm bored," he stated. "And you're weird."
Rose took the book from Rory's hand.
"Should I leave?" Rose asked thoughtfully. Rory shook his head firmly.
"No I like you."
Rose smiled and gently urged Rory off her lap, turning him to face her. She put her hands on his temples.
"One day you could be in danger," Rose replied. "Or not, I'm just taking precautions."
Rory climbed into Rose's lap again, still holding her strands of hair.
"Rose, can you teach me how to braid your hair?" Rory asked. Rose smiled and nodded. As she began to lead Rory's small fingers through her hair, Rory couldn't help but think her mind was elsewhere. There was a flicker of something in her warm kind eyes that Rory figured he must be too young to understand, and he forgot when…
"You're leaving?" Rory demanded. Rose was running her fingers through Rory's hair, trying to coax him to sleep.
"I'll be back Rory, in a few years, but I can't stay around all the time," Rose explained. "Don't worry, you won't even realize you missed me until I'm back."
Rory pouted but accepted her answer. Rose's eyes glowed gold and Rory felt warm again.
"Now Rory, it's time to sleep."
Suddenly Rory was inexplicably tired, he yawned and curled up towards Rose.
"Can you tell me a story?"
Rose nodded.
"Of course Rory. Once there was a man… A wonderful man who could travel through all of time and space…"
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Age 11
Rory shuffled along with his friend Amy, listening as she excitedly played with her toys.
"Raggedy man to the rescue!" Amy shouted. "Hurry Rory! He has to fly in the police box!"
Rory flew the box in his hands around and Amy giggled, chasing after him, doll in hand. She pushed Rory over, sending him rolling down the hill, leaving Amy and the Tardis at the top of the hill. Rory felt a surge of fear as he rolled down the hill. Just before he slammed his eyes shut he saw a red flower.
"Rose!"
Rory's descent became slower and slower until he stopped rolling at someone's feet. He frowned, untangled his lanky body and looked up.
He immediately recognized the women before him, her golden hair in lovely waves, as if she had just unbraided it after a long while. Her eyes were slowly returning to a brown hue and her hands were cool to touch.
"Rose!" Rory exclaimed. Rose smiled.
"Rory Williams," Rose replied in delight. Rory clumsily got to his feet, only to trip over himself and fell over a roman helmet with red frills. Rose chuckled and helped Rory get to his feet. She knelt down, brushed off Rory's clothes. She picked up the helmet and placed it on his head. It didn't quite fit and lay crooked on Rory's head.
"There we are. What's Rory the Roman up to?"
Rory blushed and tried to straighten his helmet.
"Amelia and I are playing a game," he said. Rose got down, laying in the grass. Rory laid down too, feeling the cool blades greet his skin.
"Amelia, huh? What's she like?" Rose's tone was mildly suggestive but Rory didn't notice. He was only eight.
"She's my friend. She has red hair like fire and she's bossy," Rory explained. Rose laughed.
"I had a bossy friend who always wanted to be ginger," Rose recalled. Rory looked at her with a sideways look. It was one of the few personal things she had said about herself. "I loved- love him."
Rory frowned.
"Is that what it's like to be in love?" Rory asked. "To enjoy being bossed around?" Again Rose laughed.
"Rory, you're young. Don't worry about being in love yet. You'll know if and when you are in love with someone."
"Rory!" Amelia called from up the hill. "Rory where did you go?"
Rose sat up and looked down at Rory.
"You should get back to Amelia," she said, running her fingers through Rory's hair. Rory reached up and touched Rose's golden hair.
"But you just got here," Rory whined. "I can't forget you again."
Rose stood, lifting Rory up. He picked his helmet that fell off when he laid down and put it back on his head.
"Rory, I'll be back. I promise I'll be back okay? It won't be long now I'm sure."
Rory let his sadness remain apparent, and even though it was clear Rose was sympathetic Rory knew she wouldn't stay.
"I'll miss you Rose," Rory whispered, burying his face into her legs.
"No you won't," she replied and in a flash of golden light she was gone. Rory wondered why he'd been at the bottom of the hill so long and ran back to Amy.
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Age 12
Rory got home and he immediately knew that Rose was there. There was something different about the air in the house or something but he knew she was there, he just knew.
"Rose?!" He darted up the stairs, and collided into her body. He hugged her tightly and then pulled back grinning. "I have so much to catch you up on!"
He backed off a little and began to dig in his book bag, fishing out a piece of paper. He held it up for Rose to see.
"A one hundred on my spelling test-" He went back into his bag.
"A book on nursing- I think I wanna be a nurse Rose!"
He got back into his bag again.
"And my homework for the night, already completed! Isn't that awesome?!"
Rose chuckled with a comforting smile on her face.
"That's great Rory, seems like you are doing awesome."
"I am! All A's on my report cards, Amy and I-" "Amy?" Rose interrupted, taking a seat on Rory's bed.
"Amelia, she bit a bunch of therapists and now she goes by Amy." Rose laughed and patted the bed beside her. Rory sat next to her and beamed up at her.
"Amy and I are still really close friends, along with this girl named Melody- We call her Mels- she plays pranks on the teacher all the time it's crazy!"
He stood up again and began to show her some more papers, pictures he had drawn of her and Mel and Amy and him and his mom and his dad. After a few minutes of it Rose had to laugh in order to even get Rory to pause.
"Slow down soldier! Why are you talking so fast?" She asked. She grasped his shoulders with her hands and gave him a comforting look. The smile on his face disappeared and he sighed.
"You've been gone for-" He scrunched his face up. "Two years? I want you to be around all the time but you aren't and I have to tell you two years worth of information in a few minutes."
A tear ran down Rory's face and he looked away from Rose.
"Why aren't you around more? Do you not like me?"
Rose got off the bed and knelt in front of him. She gave him a comforting smile and began to glow a little. Rory let himself get taken over by Rose's comforting golden light and reflected the smile back to him.
"Rory Williams, you are my best friend," Rose said. "I can't control when I get to see you, no matter how much I want to be there for everything I can't. I will be here when I can though so instead of rushing the time we have together just try your best to love it okay?"
Rory's eyes ran with tears.
"Okay Rose."
His vision grew blurry and he buried his face into Rose's chest.
"Okay, okay. I'm glad you're here. Please don't leave yet, please."
And Rose didn't. She simply stayed with Rory for hours until she could manage to coax Rory to bed. Even then she had to tell him a total of three stories from her travels with the Doctor in order to coax him to sleep. Rory fought sleep like he fought the plague but eventually Rose's eyes glowed gold and he was lulled off to sleep.
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Age 16
Rory was at school when Rose walked into his classroom.
She was wearing a different outfit than the last few times that he had seen her. Clean jeans and a clean shirt. Her hair was in tight curls and her eyes were big and confused. Rory stood up at his desk instantly, in the middle of his teacher talking about rhetorical analysis in The Great Gatsby. Rose looked at him, still confused. Her eyebrows pressed together and she looked around the classroom wildly.
"Ma'am? Ma'am what's wrong? What are you doing here?" Mrs. Smith asked. The entire class returned their attention to Rose who looked up at the teacher in concern.
"Have you guys seen a boy, a young boy named-"
"Rory!" The teacher interrupted Rose. Everyone's attention shifted to Rory who was still standing and staring at Rose. Rose looked confused.
"Rory?"
"Rose," he breathed. He moved out from behind his desk and hugged Rose tightly. "Rose, Rose." Rose pushed Rory back, Rory was Rose's height now, they could see eye to eye.
"How long has it been? How old are you?" She looked heartbroken, sad that she had missed something big.
"16, it's been five years. Five years."
Rose rubbed her arm.
"That's strange, a large leap in the amount of time of which I have seen you… Did anything major happen?" As she spoke she got more frantic. All Rory could do was shrug and shake his head.
"I mean-" He interrupted himself in order to shuffle his feet, in embarrassment. "I guess, I guess I discovered something pretty significant about myself while you were gone but I don't see how-" Rose gave Rory a confused look and he sighed and looked to the side in annoyance.
"Fine! Okay, so I'm sorta in love with Amy but-" "The replacement of me as one of the most important women in your life confused the energy that's tying me to you."
Rose's eyes began to glow, she seemed determined to fix what had gone wrong.
"There's no way for me to make my visits sooner but I should be able to get the energy to recognize Amy as a separate person then me and therefore to allow us more regular intervals in time- in theory that is."
"Just like that? You didn't even notice?!" Rory snapped.
"Time is different between us," Rose replied. She ran her fingers through his hair and gave him a comforting look. "What's been five years for you has been a week or so for me."
Rory narrowed his eyebrows at Rose.
"Is that why you don't… why you don't age?"
Rose gave him a short smile and even without that average Rose golden comforting light Rory felt assured that she was telling the truth.
"Not fully," she replied. "But yeah. I mean we both know I have magic but I can prove it for next time."
Rose looked around, grabbed a pen and dragged it's point across her arm. Rory's eyes widened and he lunged forward.
"What are you doing?!"
Rose's arms began to bleed and he shook his head quickly.
"This is bad, why would you do this to yourself! You could- well, I don't know what it could do but it could probably be bad but we should-" Rory began to ramble. Rose smacked Rory's hand away.
"When you are a doctor-" She stopped immediately, her eyes shutting tightly for a long moment, it seemed like she was in pain but for some reason Rory thought something else was bothering her. "When you have a medical license, then you can start nursing my body. Not until then." Rory wrinkled his nose.
"I don't have to have a medical license to know that's bad."
"It's proof!" Rose protested. "Next time I see you, this will still be fresh and you'll believe me." "You hurt yourself to prove-"
Rory spun around.
"Am I the only one-"
He froze. His entire class was frozen, his entire class wasn't moving. Rory turned to look at the clock on the wall.
"You froze time!" Rory blurted.
"I hardly froze it," Rose replied. "I really just removed us from the current time stream in one small millisecond-"
She stopped when she noticed the look on Rory's face.
"Okay, if it comforts you then sure I froze time but that's really just incorrect."
"What do you do when you aren't around for me?" Rory asked. Rose for once looked a little timid.
"You remember that guy I told you about? The one I had adventures with?"
Rory nodded.
"I… I'm trying to find him," she admitted. "He was my everything. The reason I am who I am today is because of him. I need him in my life and he isn't around. I have to find him."
Rory nodded slowly and then looked down at his hands.
"If that wound starts to get infected-" Rose laughed softly and clutched Rory's hand.
"As I said it's only going to be a few days for me till I see you next. You can treat the wound if you are that worried about it."
Rory have her a tentative smile.
"Maybe I will."
Rose chuckled and then sighed.
"I can't hold this time bubble forever, and your class can't notice a large time change. So-"
"You have to go."
Rose gave Rory a serious look and nodded.
"You know I'll be back as soon as I can."
Rory sighed and gave Rose a sad smile.
"It's okay Rose. Go on, get out of here. Find your friend."
Rose smiled back at Rory.
"Don't worry I will." She gave Rory a short wave and then ran out of the classroom, disappearing in a flash of golden light.
Rory got in a lot of trouble for ignoring the teacher when she told him to take a seat, so much so that even Melody gave him a high five for it.
He wondered why he had felt so sad afterwards.
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Age 19
Rory ran his fingers through his hair.
He had so many things to worry about.
Tests, debts, Amy and then his worries were gone.
All Rose had to do was appear and Rory felt even more comforted than he had before.
"Three years."
Rose smiled at him.
"Four and a half days."
"Let me see that arm," Rory instructed. Rose rolled her eyes playfully and allowed Rory to see it.
"Is it bad Doctor Williams?" She teased with a tongue in tooth smile. Rory laughed and reached into his pocket for rubbing alcohol and a band aid.
"First off, it's Nurse Williams. Secondly, it isn't but I'm afraid it'll be infected."
Rory poured the rubbing alcohol over Rose's wounded, and she hissed a second in pain. He then dabbed it clean with the corner of his scrubs and put a band aid over it.
"You are lucky it isn't worse."
"You're going to school to be a nurse?" Rose asked, eyeing Rory in his all of his college-student-dying-from-a-heavy-workload-glory.
Rory smiled.
"I'm in school for it," he admitted. Rose whooped excitedly for him and jumped up.
"Rory Williams! Saving people since the day he was born. You are going to be just wonderful!" "If I pass the test I have tomorrow," Rory corrected glumly. "It's going to be difficult, and, well, I don't know if I can do it Rose."
Rose chuckled and shrugged playfully.
"I'll help you," she stated, with a confidence that surprised Rory. He blinked.
"You will?"
"I will."
Rory smiled at Rose, and she smiled right back at him. They spent hours together, over dinner, over coffee, over textbooks. Studying, talking, getting to know one another better and better. Rory had never been more confident in his skills as a nurse.
When he woke up the next morning after passing out at nearly 6 in the morning, he wondered how come he felt so rested, he wondered how he knew all of the material he had studied so well, and he wondered why there were two coffee cups on his table instead of just one.
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Age 23
Rory saw Rose for once before she saw him. He smiled wildly and ran over to her. He gave her a tight hug and suddenly it was like he was a kid again.
"Four years, but I don't even care because I have so much to tell you! So Amy and I-" "I can't stay."
Rose stood up sharply and began walking blindly away from Rory. He frowned deeply.
"Rose? Rose are you okay?" She was bleeding in various parts of her body, looking like she was about to pass out.
"I'm fine, I just can't stay they are after me Rory." "Rose, can we not play the pronoun game right-" Rose grasped Rory by the arms and gave him a comforting look.
"I'm so sorry Rory but if I stay it'll just put you in danger. I'll be fine… I might be fine, just- I'm sorry."
And then she was gone.
If Rory could remember why he had run from Amy to confront a young woman she had never seen before he would never be able to explain it without worrying the Doctor.
But then again he couldn't remember.
Maybe that was for the best.
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Age 29
Rory sat outside of the wedding hall, drumming his fingers over the kitchen counter. He was happy, so absolutely, completely happy.
Except there was something bugging him. Something he was forgetting.
Rory went over the details in his head, again and again.
He had looked over the guest list till he had memorized the it backward, forward, and in alphabetical order but he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
What had he been missing?
Amy walked over to him and gave him a kiss.
"Come on, Mr. Pond. The Doctor has an adventure for us."
Again that pull. Something was missing. Rory could feel that he was missing something very, very important to him. But what?
"Rory?"
Rory shook his head, dismissing the thoughts.
It was probably nothing. If he couldn't remember it, how important could it really be?
Age 30
Rory was in the middle of a fight with Amy. A really big fight with Amy.
He stormed out. He was done, he was done with all this.
He was at a bar, drinking- drinking a lot- when suddenly she was there.
"Leave me alone," he snapped. "Leave me alone, I don't know want anything to do with you."
She touched him.
"Rory-"
"No! NO!" Rory shouldered away her hand. "Absolutely not! You didn't come to my wedding!" "Rory, you know I can't-"
"Can't what? Can't control when you get to see me, how often you do? On the most important day of my life you weren't there for me. Out of all the people who showed up, I wanted you to be there the most and you weren't leave me alone!"
Rose sighed, and finally Rory looked at her.
She had fresh cuts on her face, she looked like she hadn't slept in days and like she'd been through absolute hell.
"If that's what you want. I'll go."
She disappeared in a flash of golden light and for the second time that day Rory felt like absolute shit.
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Age 31
"Alright, so it's possible that I was wrong." "Wrong?!" Amy demanded. She grabbed Rory's arm and also grabbed the Doctor's. "What do you mean wrong?" "So this isn't exactly the planet Bane, it's the planet of the Bane. All too easy to mix up," the Doctor said, his voice a little bit too high. He was nervous. He laughed.
"Okay, I just have to- Any weaknesses-"
He was falling short. Around them, the large greenish pink slimey octopus creatures grew closer. They were gnarly. They were angry. The Tardis was too far away from them. There was no easy escape. They were doomed.
"It's going to be okay," the Doctor assured, but he wasn't sure. He wasn't really sure. They were going to die. They were definitely going to die and all Rory could think about was roses. Why roses?!
The Bane, as the Doctor called them grew closer and closer. Their tentacles reaching through the air. It was disgusting, it was terrifying.
"Rose…" Rory whispered. His words were speaking without him really understanding it.
"Rose?!" The Doctor snapped. "We're about to die-" He gestured wildly to the surrounding Bane. "And you are talking about flowers?!"
"No, no… Rose." Finally his brain was catching up with his obsession with a red thorny flower. "She did it! She really is out to protect me. She didn't come to my wedding because she couldn't."
Amy gave Rory a weird look and then touched him with her other hand.
"Mr. Pond? You're scaring me," Amy whispered. Rory gave Amy a comforting smile.
"You've always had the Doctor, just like Rose has always been there for me, and she can save us. I only remember her when I need her or she's around and is a bit overdue on visiting me!"
Rory felt inexplicably warm and he could feel hands on his shoulders, that weren't Amy's.
"Rory? You alright? You feel frantic," Rose said. Rory turned to Rose, glad to see the gold in her eyes. He could feel that everything was going to be okay.
"I'm in danger," he stated, entranced with Rose. Rose looked amused.
"I noticed... The Bane."
Rose's eyes began to glow more intensely.
"Rory Pond on another planet against an alien race."
A pulse of golden light was sent out and all the Bane fell to the floor limp.
"What did you do?!" The Doctor screamed, somewhat faintly. As if something was wrong with him. Rory turned to him, he was on his knees clutching his hearts through his chest with a pained expression on his face.
"They're only unconscious," Rose replied, her eyes never leaving Rory. "All alien life is currently."
"He's an alien," Rory said, only a little concerned at the news. Amy ran at the Doctor, catching him as he officially fell unconscious. Rose's gold aura flickered and her feet touched the ground. She looked almost scared like nothing Rory had ever seen in her before.
"He's…." The gold in her was gone now, her features becoming sharper and more defined. "He's alien?" Rory nodded, looking a tad confused.
"Yeah, he-"
Amy laid the Doctor down on the ground, a tear running down her face. She stood up sharply and wiped the tear off her face. Then she stormed up to Rose, her body setting off Rory's danger alerts.
"What did you do to the Doctor?" Amy demanded. Rory went to defend Rose but stopped when a wrecked sob left her lips. He looked at her, mouth open. She was crying. She was smiling brightly but real tears were running down her cheeks.
"Did you say Doctor?" She brushed past Rory and Amy and walked drearily towards him. "The Doctor?"
Rose knelt down by the Doctor's unconscious body. She hesitated a moment and then took his head, breathing in relief at the touch.
"My new new new Doctor."
She closed her eyes and began to glow again, brighter than he'd ever seen her glow. Then he was back, the Doctor shot up, jumping away from Rose and the golden light.
"Rory."
Rory ripped his eyes towards the Doctor.
"Who is that?"
The golden light began to fade and all Rory could do was smile.
"That's the golden girl, Doctor." Rory stated. "'High in a white palace, the king's daughter, the golden girl.'"
Rose stepped out of the light and for once she looked more human than Rory had ever seen. Even that air of warm comfort she usually wore wasn't there. Somehow she was in blue jeans again and a pink zip-up hoodie with a relieved look on her face. For once she wasn't that golden girl that Gatsby thought was his but still he couldn't really get a good grasp on her. Rose was suddenly just as approachable as any other girl.
"Doctor?"
Rory looked over to the Doctor. He looked a bit like he might cry.
"But… That's impossible," the Doctor whispered. He staggered to Rose as if he couldn't get a grip on what was right in front of him. "It can't be-."
He touched her.
"It is."
They beamed at one another and hugged tightly. The Doctor, he was actually crying and so was Rose. They began murmuring to one another their eyes filled with glee and tears. Amy rounded Rory and stood next to him, arms crossed over her chest.
"What's going on? Why are they acting like those girls in those 'boyfriend returns from the war' videos?"
"They used to travel together," Rory murmured. "Rose, when I was a kid, told me stories about this friend she had. This friend who loved her very much and she loved him too, but they got separated. They got seperated for a very long time. She was looking for him. She's been looking for him for as long as I've known her."
Amy looked at him.
"When you were a kid?" "And you never told me?!" The Doctor exclaimed. Both Rose and the Doctor were staring at him. Rose smiled and kissed the Doctor's cheek, startling him into looking at her.
"It was my fault. I didn't want Rory to miss me or for the information that he knew me to one day put him in danger. I didn't know why my time hops were tied to Rory so I made it so he wouldn't be able to remember me until he needed or saw me," Rose explained. The Doctor smiled a bit dumbly and Rose glanced back at him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Rose asked, a large stupid smile on her face as well.
"I missed you," the Doctor said. "I've missed a lot of people the last couple hundred years of my life, I've missed them a lot for a very long time and I almost never get the people I missed back."
Rose took the Doctor's hand.
"I'm back Doctor and I don't plan on leaving this time." Their lips pressed together, as Rose sent a blast of golden light towards Rory. He stepped back at the force of the blast and then placed his hands on his chest.
"What was that?" He asked, a bit frantic. Rose pulled away from the Doctor's lips.
"You won't forget me now," she replied softly. "You'll always remember me. I finally found what I was looking for."
The Doctor smiled at Rose and she smiled back.
Amy leaned towards Rory her eyes narrow.
"Should we be concerned?" She asked. "The Doctor's never spoken of this girl before, and all of a sudden she's the long lost love of his life?" Rory watched as the Doctor and Rose whispered quickly to one another. He tilted his head and then smiled.
"No we shouldn't. Look at them. They're happy. Let's let them be happy," he said. Amy looked at him and then smiled.
"Oh, you are getting sappy Mr. Pond." Rory smiled at his wife.
"I guess I am."
It was rare for Rory to feel any sort of joy or hope when he was with the Doctor, especially when on another planet but for once Rory could see that the future was bright. The Doctor and Rose were happy, and everything was going to be alright.
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megabadbunny · 6 years ago
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so after sketching out the doodle for this post upon the request of the lovely @chiaroscuroverse, I decided it was high time I finally got started on something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now. Thusly, I present to y’all the first installment of my sketch series New Who Companions in (Mostly) Historically-Accurate Period Costumes! :D
(clicky on the smaller images above to embiggen; clicky the read-more for costume history facts and assorted nerditude for each design!)
So long story short, I’m a big ol’ fashion history nerd, studied a good chunk of fashion history in the Western world during ye olde college days, and sometimes I like to think about what our New Who companions might have worn if they wanted to go mostly-historically-accurate in their old-world adventures. Below are some descriptions of what those costumes could have looked like, and a little bit of the historical context surrounding the ensembles. Thanks for joining me on this sartorial nerd-journey! <3
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Fig. 1: Donna Noble, The Fires of Pompeii (Roman Empire, 79 AD)
So Donna’s original costume, while very pretty, is not accurate in any way; I can only imagine the designer was held back by some untold constraints (i.e. this costume is either constructed based on stylistic requests from Catherine Tate or it’s the product of executive meddling). Here, Donna wears a stola, i.e. a dress-like garment fastened with fibulae clasps and held in place with a girdle high above the waist. This garment would technically be worn by a married woman, to sort of show off her wealth and worth, but I figure Donna don’t give no shits about that, just give her the pretty dress already. She’s also wearing a palla, a shawl Roman women wore when going about their business outside. You would typically see the palla wrapped around the woman’s body to both accentuate her curves where desired, to hide her features when wanted (women might draw the hood close to the face to hide from unwanted male gazes), and to keep the material from dragging along the ground. The volume of fabric in the shawl signified a woman’s status; the more fabric, the wealthier the lady. Donna’s garments are fashioned from the finest material available, being linens imported from Egypt and silks imported from China.
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Fig. 3: Bill Potts, The Eaters of Light (Scotland, c. 100 AD)
So, finding solid details on how women dressed in this time and place was fun,* but I did my best to sort of piece things together into a design that would make sense given the convergent influences and the materials (cloth/fibers, dyes, equipment) available in the area at the time. Basically, you’ve got a tunic cinched at the waist, and a woven cloak on top sporting a Pictish-type design, and simple jewelry fashioned from alloys that were commonplace at the time. Bill’s brooch and belt would definitely be met with approval from the other ladies; only peasant-women left the house without a belt.
* It was not fun. It was frustrating.
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Fig. 2: Rose Tyler, The Stone Rose spinoff novel (Rome, 120 AD)
Rose’s garments and hair are intentionally sculptural in design, inspired by a series of Roman statues built around the time the story is set (I figured it was appropriate given the book’s plot!). Here she is wearing half of her Fortuna costume, on her way to save the Doctor (obv). Typically, a not-yet-married woman would only need to wear one layer (as unmarried women were, shall we say, low on the priority list in terms of Roman fashion), but here, on her way to being immortalized as the great Fortuna, an exception has been made for Rose; Marcia’s servants have draped, wrapped, and pinned some very fine material over Rose’s close-fitting tunica. Rose is also shown with a mantle, for covering her hair in public. Both Donna and Rose would have had their hair curled using a calamistrum, or an early curling iron, which varied in shape and style, but in this case likely would have actually been made of iron, and warmed over hot coals.
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Fig. 4: Clara Oswald, Robot of Sherwood (England, 1190 AD)
Okay, so why did they make this look like a Halloween costume? It’s just, this episode clearly had a budget, the designer clearly did their homework, so who made what decision and where and when that led us to this? I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s a nice Halloween costume! Like, one you would have to rent instead of buy, because she is le pricey. But I’m curious to know why the designer ventured so close to the actual periodwear without actually committing to it. Like the sleeves—the flare at the elbow suggests the overdress, or bliaut, is of French design, except those sleeves ain’t near big enough, neither in terms of volume or length. Sometimes these sleeves were so long, women would have to knot them to keep them from dragging the ground. If you don’t wanna deal with big sleeves for your action heroine, that’s fine, just go with a more English design, which forewent the exaggerated trumpet-shape in favor of something more subtle. The current shape just looks weird—like, it’s halfway there, but got tired and gave up. Then you’ve got the front-lacing on the bodice; this is a nope, and only enhances the Halloween/fancy dress look. Dresses would fasten on the side or in the back; if you were upper-class, you might be looking at a modesty panel to hide the lacing in the case of the latter. The hair is another instance of halfway-there; the top half is pretty good, with its center-part and the wraparound braid, but the loose bottom portion and the salon-curls are a big no-no. Curls weren’t really in vogue in the area at the time; ladies’ hair was worn long and braided, both to keep it out of the way and to show off elaborate styles. And last but certainly not least, why the heck is Clara’s circlet shaped the way it is? It’s like they took a necklace, situated it with a bunch of slack in the chain, and stuck it to her forehead using spirit gum. Would noble ladies have worn circlets/coronets at the time? Sure! Would they have been shaped (or stuck-on???) like that? Nope! The original ensemble is full of potential but it feels like someone somewhere along the decision-making process looked at the original, better design, said, “Eh, can you modernize (read: sex) that up for me?” and then this was born. Again, it’s not horrible, just, it could have been so much more.
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Fig. 5: Amy Pond, Vampires of Venice (Italy, 1580 AD)
So I realize there’s a class difference between what Amy wore in the show and what’s depicted here, but I figured the upper-class depiction made more sense, given the fashions of the other young ladies accepted into Calvieri’s school. (That being said, Amy’s original outfit still isn’t quite there; this shows an example or two of what a working-class woman would wear at the time.) On the right, Amy is wearing a velvet gown over a petticoat; even though the color and bodice-shape denote a heavy Spanish influence, the dress would have been referred to as a French gown due to its fitted shape. Were Amy to go whole-hog and give herself some true mid-sixteenth-century hair, the front would be short, and regularly wound into tight, compact little curls, while the back was kept long, for elaborate braids and updos. That’s right--the sixteenth century was technically full of mullets. Mullets everywhere.
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Fig. 6: Rose Tyler, A Groatsworth of Wit spinoff comic (England, 1592)
ok but the design in the comic, just
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I don’t even understand why the artist drew it this way. It doesn’t make sense, not from a costume history perspective and not even from a design/fudging-the-details-for-the-sake-of-modern-sensibilities perspective. (Also from a perspective-perspective; dude’s having some major issues figuring out how foreshortening works, but that’s neither here nor there I suppose.) It would actually be way faster to focus on what this gown does right instead of wrong. So, let’s see here: it has a lace collar, which was a thing. It has a structured, paneled bodice; also a thing. Full layered skirt, that’s good. And, that’s officially it. The rest of this design is garbage. Like, why the eff is she wearing a ruffle as some kind of low-slung belt? Is that supposed to be cartridge pleating? What century are those sleeves supposed to be from? (Do those outer sleeves even? Show up in any century to speak of, outside of my nightmares???) If you’re going to do a lace cuff at the end of the fitted sleeve, why not do it right (i.e. like the way they actually looked at the time, which was usually in a cone shape flaring out from the wrist to the elbow)? Why would the artist imagine that Rose would go to the trouble of pouring herself into this 80’s-teal monstrosity without bothering to do anything to her hair except for a ponytail? What the fuck is up with the fucking boob lace??? See, I know the artist can draw actual historically accurate outfits, because Shakespeare in this comic looks fine. His shit’s pretty accurate. But for some reason, when it came to Rose’s dress, it’s like the artist lost their goddamn mind. (Don’t even get me started on the jewelry and accents, not if there’s a loving god in this universe)
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Fig. 7: Martha Jones, The Shakespeare Code (England, 1599)
So Martha has herself a lovely heavy brocade gown, trimmed in sable, accented with soft leather gloves, and topped with a cartwheel ruff round the neck. (Don’t worry; I imagine the TARDIS only carries ethically-harvested furs, like they’re grown in a lab somewhere or collected after critters have had a long and prosperous life or the hairs are vacuumed up and reconstituted by some futuristic device, etc. etc.) Elizabethan sumptuary laws dictated that folks had to dress according to social class, so depending on what your social class was, you may not have been legally permitted to wear things like silks, certain colors, certain furs, and more. Fashion was such a surging industry and indicator of wealth that, at the time, you had higher-ups selling huge swaths of land in order to have the money to dress themselves as well as possible--it was seriously that important to be fashionable. Martha’s garments indicate that she has pretty high social standing, given the materials used. Also, she wears a pretty bitchin’ hat.
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Fig. 8: Yazmin Khan, The Witchfinders (England, 1612)
Yazmin’s dress sports a fashionably high-necked bodice featuring embroidered linen silk, topped with a standing collar and “wings” at the shoulders. The dark hues shown here were super-popular at the time due to a surge of obsession with melancholia in arts and literature. Yaz also wears a “Cavalier” style hat, accented with an ostrich feather. Her outfit is basically a riding-habit/hunting-habit, constructed with ease of movement in mind.
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Fig. 9: Mickey Smith, Rose Tyler, and Reinette Poisson i.e. Madame de Pompadour, The Girl in the Fireplace (France, 1758)
Setting aside my many issues with this episode’s story/plot, the bugaboos I have with Reinette’s original costume design in the show are relatively minor, and I imagine can mostly be explained-away with stuff like “this is what the BBC already had on hand” and “goddamn that’s pretty.” Both pretty salient points! But I do think it’s interesting that the designer(s) went the way they did--Madame de Pompadour was actually famously not in favor of glittering gems (actually, she supposedly donated palace jewels to the French treasury more than once to help out during times of war); she tended to prefer fairly simple pearls as embellishment, instead. She also wasn’t really into big hair; obviously the styles shown here on Ms. Myles aren’t exactly Marie-Antoinette-big, but they’re definitely more voluminous and modernized than the styles the real-life MdP typically sported, which usually consisted of a slight pomp and fairly close-knit curls framing the face. (It’s also interesting that Moffat wrote her with such a heavy innuendo for sex/romance, because rumor had it she didn’t really actually enjoy things in the bedroom all that much, instead preferring to pull political strings, promote the arts, patronize motherfucking Voltaire!!!, help design architecture!!!, and keep the king constantly entertained and distracted so he literally didn’t royally fuck everything up. She was a very busy lady! Also she like. Paid contractors and artists on time? Instead of dicking them over with “credit” bullshit like other wealthy patrons??? Sorry she was just WAY more awesome than the show gave her credit for!) Anyhoo, long story short, Rose and MdP are shown here wearing gowns and hairstyles that are heavily inspired by those worn by the real-life MdP wore in some of her many many portraits.
Thanks for tuning in to my giant costume nerdfest; see you next time for part 2! <3 <3 <3
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honeymoonjin · 6 years ago
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A/N: requested by @xilee-reaper​. Jungkook’s interest is peaked when his roommate Taehyung has a collection of fake classic paintings. 2.2k words.
“O Week, baby!”
Jungkook ignores Tae’s cheer as he pokes around his room. Tae had only been in this student accommodation for three days, but his stuff was already all over the place.
Tae had always been a collector; no matter where he went, he was always picking up trinkets and memorabilia like he was a magnet for it.
Now, it seemed, his new obsession were these tiny little canvas squares, painted as miniature imitations of famous paintings. Jungkook picks one up, a mock-up of Monet’s Water Lilies that is accurate down to the smallest detail. There’s no name on the bottom, just a tiny black set of initials.
“God, where did I leave the slides?”
Tae has been rooting around his room for the better part of half an hour, getting ready for a campus party that only he wanted to go to, yet somehow was the one that was now an hour late for, and Jungkook was forced to endure the unpleasant experience of Tae going through every single clothing article to try and find the best outfit.
Jungkook was just in a white t-shirt and worn jeans, but that apparently was too minimalistic for Tae.
He puts down the Water Lilies and moves on. There are six of them on Tae’s bookshelf, and while they’re good, sure, it seems a little excessive. “Hey, Tae,” he calls out to the man who’s head over heels in his closet, waiting for a muffled ‘yeah?’ before continuing. “These little paintings, you made them?”
Tae emerges ass-first from the messy heap of clothes, triumphantly brandishing a pair of Gucci slides. “Nah, ‘course not, I bought them off Y/n.”
Jungkook frowns. The name’s not familiar. “Y/n? I didn’t know you had a girlfriend?”
Taehyung just scoffs, hopping around on one foot as he puts on his shoes. “I don’t, she’s just a friend. If I spot her at the party tonight, I’ll introduce you two.”
Well aware of Tae’s habit of saying things with no intention of actually doing them, Jungkook just hums in affirmation and leaves the paintings on the shelf, itching to finally go out.
The girl, Y/n, apparently wasn’t at the party. Maybe she was, but Taehyung just forgot to introduce her. Either way, the loose end was bothering Jungkook more than he expected. Why was he so curious about this girl? He tried to picture what she was like. Chances are she wasn’t that much like Tae. All of his friends always seemed way different from him, Jungkook included, as if he wanted to be the Regina George of his friend groups at all times.
That did leave a lot of possibility, though, and he found himself asking Tae more and more about this mystery girl, curiosity eating him alive.
She was studying engineering like Jungkook, apparently, so perhaps she was like those cold, logical, hard-ass women he had seen in his classes, but her paintings would suggest otherwise. Tae also mentioned he often hung out with at her place, and she had an impressive collection of videogames that ‘even you would be jealous of, Kook’. So perhaps she was an anti-social nerd that sat on the couch for hours with a controller and a bag of Cheetos, but then Tae never had any interest in hanging out with people that had no interest in hanging out with him.
The more he found out, the less he knew.
Now, Jungkook sits in his first computer lab of the semester. Engineering was a pretty massive discipline, no matter what university you were at, and the giant lecture halls were so packed that you couldn’t really make a lot of friends and get to know people, but there were so many timetable streams of computer labs that each one had broken down to about twenty-five people.
Next to him is a guy with boxy, unflattering glasses, the ones you could never imagine anyone actively choosing to wear, and he seems too plugged in to some anime with extremely endowed women to want to talk to Jungkook.
The seat next to him is vacant when the class starts, but ten minutes in, one of the doors opens and a girl slips in. At first Jungkook assumes she’s in the wrong room, because she looks nothing like the other hundred or so engineering students he had seen so far.
She’s so short she has to go on tiptoes to glance over the computer screens and find a spare seat, wide eyes lighting up on the space to Jungkook’s right.
“And why are you so tardy, madam?”
She pauses in her scurry towards his desk and stares at the lecturer, who is crossing his arms over in an unconvincing show of dominance. “Because I didn’t get here in time,” she answers matter-of-factly. “Don’t let me interrupt you.”
Jungkook can’t help but quirk his lips into a grin at that, but once she turns back to his direction, he quickly hides it behind his hand, coughing lightly.
The computer lab is hard, way more complicated than anything he had done in high school, and he’s so focused on putting in the right commands that it takes him another twenty or so minutes to look up from his monitor and notice the girl next to him.
He rubs the tiredness from his eyes and stretches back, glancing over at her screen. He pauses, arms still stretched out in the air behind him. “You’ve already finished?” he asks incredulously.
She looks up from where she’s scribbling absentmindedly on a piece of graph paper and stares at him. Once she processes what he said, her eyes widen in realization. “Oh, yeah, I checked it out last night and it was kinda easy, so I figured I’d just do it then.”
Ignoring the fact that he felt a little stupid for struggling so much, he sits up in his chair properly and swivels to face her. “Why are you here, then?”
She grins cheekily and cocks her head to the lecturer’s desk, where he’s overseeing the lab like a sergeant. “The general ambience, you know.”
Jungkook laughs, eyes glancing down for a moment. He blinks a couple times and realizes that her scribbles are actually quite good, and in fact familiar. “Café Terrace at Night?”
She cocks her head at the sudden change of topic. “Huh? Oh, right! How did you know?” She sighs. “I’ll be honest, I’m a little sad that I couldn’t pass it off as my own.”
Computer lab forgotten, he begins swaying back and forth on his chair lazily, bumping knees with her every swing. He notes with a little burst of happiness that she makes no attempt to move away from the contact. “I saw a Van Gogh recently. Not a real one, though,” he adds quickly upon seeing the impressed look on her face.
Wait a minute. He glances down at her half of the desk again and sees a haphazard pile of textbooks and refill she had brought in with her. On the spine of Introduction to Mechanical Engineering is the name Y/N, in sharpie-d all-caps.
His mouth falls open in a perfect o, and he points dumbly at the textbooks. “You’re Y/n!”
She bites on her lip, glancing back and forth between her books and him. “Yeah?”
“My friend, Taehyung, he’s got a bunch of your paintings in his dorm room.”
Her eyes brighten in realization. “Ah, Kimmy! Small world, huh.” She glances down at her drawing, eyes distant and unfocussed. She takes a deep breath and looks back up at him, twiddling her thumbs. “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in buying one?”
Jungkook tips his head. “Buying one?”
She frowns, and Jungkook can’t help but stare at her delicate pout. “Well, I’m not giving them away for free! They take hours of hard work and I-”
“That’s- That’s not what I meant,” he clarifies hurriedly, “I just didn’t realize you were, like, selling them selling them.”
Her pout tips up into a soft smile, and she raises her eyebrows in good humor. “Well, this is the first time we’ve met, so it’s unsurprising that you don’t know everything about me.” She pauses. “In fact, I don’t even know your name.”
“Oh! Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”
“Well it’s nice to finally meet the man Kimmy has never once mentioned,” she jokes. When Jungkook furrows his brows and looks a little put out, she laughs and pushes him a little on the shoulder. “I’m just messing with you, idiot! He talks about you all the time. Kookie, right?”
He flushes at the embarrassing nickname but nods in assent.
“Anyway, I used to just make the paintings as a hobby, but I’ve been in a little…financial strife recently, so I’m trying to use them as a little extra income.”
Jungkook sobers. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
Y/n laughs again, and the joyous tone causes something to spark in Jungkook. “Oh, no, no, don’t be sorry. I’m just being dramatic, I guess. I let my bunny out of the hatch, and he chewed the cord of my roommate’s headphones. They were pretty expensive ones, so now Yoon’s taken mine hostage until I can save up enough to replace them.” Her gaze turns inward, and she sighs. “Although now I can’t game without him biting my head off about the volume.” She clears her throat and shrugs, cheering up again. “Anyway, if you don’t want to buy one, that’s all good, just thought I’d ask.”
Jungkook leans back in his chair slightly and tips his head back, shaking his hair out of his face. He’s pleased when he sees her swallow and stick her tongue out subconsciously to wet her lips. “No, I’ll buy one,” he counters, “anything to help out with a fellow gamer’s plight.”
Maybe the subtle plug wasn’t so subtle, but her face lights up nevertheless. Over the remaining fourteen minutes of the lab, Jungkook’s computer eventually goes to sleep, as they spend the whole time discussing which servers had the best graphics, and how many times it took them to beat a final boss.
Once the clock strikes ten to the hour, almost all of the students rush to log off and gather their stuff, but Jungkook is in no hurry. Y/n is hunched over his outstretched arm, writing her number on his hand with a pen.
The tickle of the pen sets his nerves alight, but it’s nothing compared to the warmth of her hand keeping his steady, and the wrist resting on his as she wrote. He laughs to try and distract himself from just how much his heart was racing from her close proximity. “I said Tae would put me in contact with you! Don’t you trust me?” he teases.
“I don’t trust Kimmy,” she counters immediately, not looking up until she underlines her number twice and puts an exclamation mark. She tucks her pen away in her pencil case and starts packing up her things. Although he has a class next and should probably hurry up, Jungkook just sits back in his chair and observes her. “You can tell him a million times and he’ll still forget, and I’m not putting my business on the line for his flaky ass.”
He chuckles, and absentmindedly his thumb rubs over the ink on the back of his hand. “You’re quite bossy, you know that?”
She grins at him, kicking him lightly in the shins. “And you’re a terrible flirter!”
“If you noticed I was flirting, then I must have been doing it right,” he counters. “Is it working?”
She kicks him again, but her cheeks heat up. “I gave you my number, didn’t I?” She glances at the clock and bites her lip. “Ah, I’m late for my physics nap. Dammit.”
“You’re what?”
She hoists her backpack on, and answers as he gets up hurriedly and stuffs his things away. “If you get to physics early enough, you can get a seat at the back, and Professor Namjoon can’t see you sleeping.”
He scoffs, finally picking up his bag and joining her as they left the classroom together. He doesn’t have the luxury of sleeping in class, and his is in the opposite direction to the way she’s leading him, but he doesn’t want to part ways just yet. Maybe he can skip, just this once, and get Jimin to give him his notes. “I apologize for keeping you up past your bedtime, chief.”
She snorts out her nose but manages to keep her face impassive. “At least you know your place, young grasshopper.”
“We’re the same age!”
“Kimmy’s older than me and he still knows I’m the boss.”
“Sorry, but you’re going to have to earn my sworn fealty. I’m not a loyal puppy like Tae.”
She raises an eyebrow at him. “You’re quite bossy, you know that?”
He laughs at his words from earlier being thrown back at him. “Only to pretty girls.”
She blushes but forces an unimpressed look on her face. “So, there are others, huh?”
Jungkook shakes his head in bemused disbelief, making a note to himself to thank Tae for buying the photos that started all this. He stares at her while she’s making a point of doggedly avoiding his gaze. They had only just met, sure, but there was something about her that made his heart beat faster, and he desperately wanted to explore that feeling. “Not if you don’t want there to be.”
Read the sequel!
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clhvn-blog · 5 years ago
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               𝐇𝐈,  𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒  !  i’m  𝒅𝒓𝒊  (nineteen,  she/her,  pst),  and  being  tardy  is  just  integral  to  who  i  am  as  a  person  !  some  fun  facts  about  me  are  that  i  have  the  incredibly  dangerous  combo  of  high  ambition  and  poor  time  management  and  i’d  Risk  It  All  for  a.c.e,  ateez,  and  loona  !  so,  anyway,  here’s  my  girl  cleo  !  if  you’re  interested  in  plotting  connections,  feel  free  to  im  me  or  ask  for  my  discord  (where  i  would  be  Way  easier  to  reach)  !
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                ♡ *  𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐆  𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐑𝐈.  𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐖𝐎.  𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄.  𝐒𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐄𝐑.  ╱  i  just  saw  𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐎  𝐇𝐀𝐍  walking  past  plaça  de  catalunya.  they  are  a  𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀  𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐓  from  𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀  𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀,  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀.  people  say  that  their  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄,  𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒  +  𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄  personality  is  admirable  but  their  𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋,  𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊  +  𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄  side  lets  them  down  —  the  theme  song  of  their  life  must  be  𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐛𝐲  𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈.
↪  𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:  a  coffee-stained  tablecloth,  forgetting  to  answer  text  messages,  dog-eared  pages,  cuffed  jeans,  arms  folded  across  the  chest
♡ * ╱  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊_𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒.𝐓𝐗𝐓
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:  clementine edith han
𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒:  cleo han
𝐀𝐆𝐄:  twenty-two
𝐃𝐎𝐁:  january 14, 1997
𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂:  capricorn sun, aries moon
𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  bisexual
♡ * ╱  𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.𝐓𝐗𝐓
 the  han  family  was  nothing  short  of  a  series  of  tech  success  stories.  her  father  a  machine  learning  engineer  and  her  mother  a  user  experience  architect,  it  was  to  no  surprise  when  cleo’s  older  siblings  (a  sister  6  years  older  and  a  brother  4  years  older)  followed  suit  and  found  themselves  pursuing  similar  careers.  they  were  coded  to  be  a  stereotypical  silicon  valley  family,  so  growing  up,  expectations  were  high  for  cleo,  the  last  of  the  bunch.
 cleo  was  that  girl  in  school  who  knew  she  was  smart  and  made  sure  everyone  around  her  knew  it  as  well.  in  high  school,  a  lot  of  people  didn’t  really  like  her  because  they  perceived  her  as  a  show-off,  which  she  totally  was,  but  she’s  aight  once  you  get  past  her  little  superiority  complex. her  parents  were  overprotective  and  pressured  her  to  do  better  than  her  classmates,  so  she  just  grew  up  conditioned  to  be  super  competitive  because  she  was  kind  of  scared  of  her  parents  and  therefore  scared  of  failing  them.
 she  majored  in  statistics  at  uc  berkeley  and  ended  up  finishing  in  three  years  with  plans  to  go  into  data  analysis  (she’s  really  good  with  numbers  and  doesn’t  quite  understand  how  people  have  trouble  with  math…  Nerd).
 a  couple  months  out  of  college  she  was  offered  an  in-house  position  with  a  company  she  had  previously  interned  for  in  barcelona  one  summer,  so  she  moved  out  of  her  parents’  house  and  made  the  trip  out  of  the  country,  where  she  ended  up  living  with  a  friend  she  knew  in  the  area  who  let  her  stay  until  she  got  settled  into  her  new  job  and  found  a  place  to  live.
 however,  the  company  later  began  to  experience  major  losses  and  had  to  let  go  of  employees,  which  unfortunately  included  cleo,  before  dissolving  completely.  she  had  been  working  there  for  a  few  months.
 cleo  wasn’t  ready  to  return  home,  wasn’t  ready  to  break  the  news  to  her  parents  that  she —  in  her  mind —  had  failed,  so  she  remained  in  barcelona  and  kept  up  this  lie  of  being  a  successful  data  analyst  for  a  rising  company,  when  in  reality,  she  put  all  of  her  marbles  in  the  wrong  bag.  she  didn’t  want  to  be  the  one  to  fail  when  everyone  else  in  her  family  was  succeeding,  she  didn’t  want  to  be  the  disappointment,  so  she  lied. she  wasn’t  that  close  with  her  family,  so  the  vague  information  that  their  daughter  was  making  Big  Moves  would  suffice  for  them  to  sprinkle  into  conversations  with  their  colleagues.
 currently,  she’s  trying  to  get  back  on  her  feet  and  secure  a  stable  position  of  a  similar  caliber,  but  in  the  meantime,  she’s  been  back  and  forth  between  different  jobs and  also  getting  paid  to  tutor  people  over  skype.  not  being  certain  of  what  she’s  doing  terrifies  her  and  Sucks  because  she’s  not  used  to  the  feeling  of  not  being  good  enough.
 she  has  also  been  lying  to  her  parents  because  they  periodically  send  her  money,  and  she  doesn’t  want  to  compromise  that
♡ * ╱  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.𝐓𝐗𝐓
 not  even  gonna  sugarcoat  it  —  cleo  can  be  pretty  rude  ??  does  she  even  have  friends  ??
 i'm  kidding  she  probably  has  friends  but  i'm  not  kidding  about  her  lacking  interpersonal  skills
 i  don't  think  she  ever  really  had  a  Solid  friend  group  growing  up;  she’s  the  type  to  be  on  the  border  and  never  really  belong  to  any  specific  set  of  people
 she  has,  like,  Zero  patience  and  a  low  tolerance  for  stupidity,  so  how  she  manages  to  tutor  people  is  something  many  people  cannot  comprehend
 cleo's  like  the  gordon  ramsay  of  academia:  rude  if  u  act  like  u  know  everything,  kinder  and  understanding  if  u  genuinely  want  to  learn  something  or  get  better
 her  demeanor  is  so  deceiving  i  would  say  ??  she's  the  opposite  of  someone  who  looks  intimidating  but  is  actually  really  sweet  —  she's  like  a  siren  or  some  shit,  seemingly  approachable  but  once  u  do  approach,  u  regret
 despite  the  fact  that  she's  quite  cold  90%  of  first  encounters,  over  time,  she  does  warm  up  to  people,  which  bring  the  coldness  probability  to  about  a  50%  depending  on  how  she  feels  about  u
 in  short,  she's  a  Classic  Tsundere
 i  feel  like  i  didn't  list  that  many  redeeming  traits  DSGJSDG  but  she's  got  some  !!  she's  dependable  and  a  hard  worker  !!  if  ur  close  to  her  it's  ride  or  die  !!
♡ * ╱  𝐅𝐔𝐍_𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒.𝐓𝐗𝐓
 literally  no  one  calls  her  clementine...  she  never  bothered  to  legally  change  it  but  she  really  doesn't  understand  why  her  parents  gave  her  two  old  lady  names??  school  was  a  nightmare  because  she  would  always  have  to  tell  teachers/professors  to  Not  call  her  clementine  ?  she's  gone  by  cleo  for  as  long  as  she  can  remember  but  can't  actually  remember how she  ended  up  going  by  cleo  (i  would  like  to  think  an  elementary  school  friend  opted  for  it)
 can  speak  english,  korean,  french,  spanish,  and  knows  asl
 owns  a  large  collection  of  books;  really  into  personal  essays
 has  never  been  in  a  serious  relationship;  claims  she’s  too  busy  but  really  just  lacks  the  ability  to  be  vulnerable  so  she  prefers  things  to  be  non-committal
 can  play  the  viola,  clarinet,  and  piano
 surprisingly  holds  her  alcohol  well  and  is  an  affectionate  drunk;  perhaps  if  u  met  cleo  when  she's  drunk  she  wouldn't  be  as  intimidating
 incredibly  bad  at  responding  to  text  messages  !!  it's  like  a  roulette,  she  either  replies  within  seconds  or  the  text  is  lost  forever  and  suddenly  it's  been  months
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heyyyyadora · 6 years ago
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please do not read this incredibly cursed fic
>[BowTie99 joined the party] >GlimGlam1999: took you long enough bow :^) >BowTie99: Sorry!!!!!!!! I had a bunch of quests to turn in!!! >HitOrMista: dude thaymor is like a level 10 zone you know youre getting like no exp right >BowTie99: I couldn’t just leave them hanging!!! Those villagers have been fighting off the horde for a month now without me :((( >Sir_Hawk_VII: Egads! A most worthy plight well deserving of your attention! Your tardiness only reflects your outstanding character, my lad! >BowTie99: see seahawk gets me :’) >Sir_Hawk_VII: Please, kind fellow, I am Sir Hawk the Seventh! >Sir_Hawk_VII: Noble kinsman and proud bearer of the standard of Salineas! >Sir_Hawk_VII: Slayer of foul beasts and savior of the less fortunate! >BowTie99: ah forgive my poor manners sir hawk!! i would not dream of sullying your noble title! >HitOrMista: god. stop. stop. stop rping in group chat PLEASE >Sir_Hawk_VII: [[ (I’ll PM you bow… we have a scene to conclude ;))]] >BowTie99: (( yessssss )) >GlimGlam1999: A N Y W A Y . >GlimGlam1999: fuma you read the guide i sent you? >SunshineSmile419: yes!! ^_^ >SunshineSmile419: I think I can do this!! >SunshineSmile419: just try not to get too beat up okay guys :p >GlimGlam1999: yeah that’s my job nerds >GlimGlam1999: though mermista please don’t take that as an excuse to like… >GlimGlam1999: COMPLETELY avoid getting involved. >GlimGlam1999: *glares* >HitOrMista: whatever. >HitOrMista: if seahawk pulls i’m out. >Sir_Hawk_VII: I simply heed the call of ADVENTURE! >GlimGlam1999: the call of adventures gonna punch your ass if you get us wiped again……. >GlimGlam1999: fuma if he screws us don’t heal him. >SunshineSmile419: Aw. sorry hawk glimmer has spoken x) >Sir_Hawk_VII: If I must die for our cause… So be it. >HitOrMista: ughhhhhhhhhhh die then already >GlimGlam1999: okay okay okay I’m gonna start the ready check! >GlimGlam1999 has started a ready check! >GlimGlam1999 is ready! >SunshineSmile419 is ready! >Sir_Hawk_VII is ready! >HitOrMista is ready! >GlimGlam1999: bow? >GlimGlam1999: … >GlimGlam1999: BOW. >GlimGlam1999: BOW STOP CYBERING WITH SEAHAWK AND READY UP >BowTie99: I WAS NOT CYBERING WITH SEAHAWK!!!!!!!!! >BowTie99: he was giving me a medal >Sir_Hawk_VII: For courage in the face of adversity! >HitOrMista: … >GlimGlam1999: READY. UP. >BowTie99: okay okay sorry!!!!! >BowTie99 is ready! >Starting dungeon in 3… >2… >1… >BowTie99: last >GlimGlam1999: last >Loading…
>[ScrubFker69 joined the party] >ScrubFker69: hey adora ;) >Adora123: Catra you’re late. >Adora123: Where were you? >Adora123: Stop picking on low levels you’re literally just wasting your time. >ScrubFker69: wow way to assume >LonMaster: she was in the rebellion capital. >Adora123: Wait really how’d you manage that? >LonMaster: you can sneak past the guards if you’re a rogue. >ScrubFker69: dont tell her >ScrubFker69: damn it >Adora123: Huh cool! >Adora123: If it wasn’t totally pointless lol >ScrubFker69: yeah well >ScrubFker69: its funny watching them try to get at me >ScrubFker69: and sitting there taunting them obviously ;) >Adora123: God how are you not banned yet? >LonMaster: yeah for real. >Character_Name: wait so u have to b a roge? >Character_Name: u didnt tell me that catra. >ScrubFker69: must have slipped my mind soz kyle ;) >Character_Name: gdi >WyrmFiend: ¬_¬ >Adora123: Okay so does everyone know what they’re doing this time? >Adora123: Because I don’t want a repeat of last run. >Adora123: Lonnie how’s your build? >LonMaster: yeah i think i'm good. just need to watch my mana management >LonMaster: which would be easier if catra managed her gd aggro >ScrubFker69: hey i do the damage, you keep me alive. not that difficult lol :) >Adora123: No she’s right catra you need to chill out and let me take the heat. >Adora123: That’s literally my job. >LonMaster: yeah and try not to bait mobs into me so i don’t fkin die. >ScrubFker69: git gud >Adora123: Kyle you’re doing better but you need to watch those AOEs. >Adora123: Try to follow Rogelio’s lead he’s pretty much got it down by now. >Adora123: Rogelio keep up your combos please and don’t worry about Kyle he needs to learn. >WyrmFiend: (y) >Character_Name: kk… >Adora123: Okay everyone ready? >Adora123 has started a ready check. >LonMaster is ready! >WyrmFiend is ready! >Character_Name is ready! >Adora123: Catra. >ScrubFker69 is ready! >ScrubFker69: lmao oops >Starting dungeon in 3… >2… >LonMaster: a-hole… >1… >ScrubFker69: ;) >Loading…
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agentdammers · 6 years ago
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Grand Torchwood Rewatch 1x12 & 13
IF YOU FALL I WILL CATCH U I’LL BE WAITING........ T I M E A F T E R T I M E
One season down...... It’s a Finale Double Whammy, just as it aired back in 2007! Crumbs of Jack Lore drop into our laps, some absolute plot bullshit takes place, an old man is there!!! fuck it let’s get this over with
content warn: pisstaking, fun having, oh! plot bullshit!, i absolutely lose my fucking mind, Owen Harper!!! I Won’t Hesitate Bitch
1x12 “captain jack harkness”
- a thought before we dive in, but man owen gets A LOT of story stuff over the course of the 2 seasons he’s in right??? like more story stuff than ianto and tosh combined. interesting
- AH FUCK!!! A VOTE SAXON POSTER. REMEMBER WHEN?
- so..... here’s a thing. “Ohhh people have heard music from a derelict building! better send torchwood in!” how... does that come about? Could it be squatters or something??? fuck it, let’s send in a Secret Government Agency! they’ll sort it out. i mean we don’t know what they do exactly but i imagine at least one of them is a ghostbuster or something lmao, whatever
- OH NO THIS CREEPY OLD BITCH!!! i forgot how scary he looked!! god, this dude must be a million, or a vampire, or likely both
- tosh’s eyes get SO BIG WHEN THAT GUY ASKS HER TO DANCE I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!! she’s the best one!!!!!!
- wish i could wipe this episode entirely from my memory because that fucking reveal when the Real jack harkness introduces himself? F    U    C   K
- speaking of tosh, finding it extremely unconvincing that she, a tech nerd, would go out with a laptop with an almost completely flat battery... like, c’mon. she would be prepared
- Gwen cooper, a fully adult woman: haha me and my friends;;;; came here 4 a dare;;; cos its spooky lol....
- the camera on this show has me fucking SCREEEAMING “He wears a cravat.” THERE’S A DRAMATIC SLOW MOTION ZOOM IN ON THIS GUYS FUCKING CRAVAT AND THEN ON IANTO’S FACE LOOKING AT IT AND ITS ALL IN FUCKING EARNEST LET ME DIE!!!!!!!!!
- the dance they’re at is called “KISS THE BOYS GOODBYE DANCE”, which is what my finishing move would be called if i was a character in a fighting game
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- ianto and owen slapfighting over their shit girlfriend experiences fucking owns genuinely lmao
- tosh pops the top off a tin and then cuts her hand open on the obviously blunt fucking lid?????? jesus christ
- “I’m tired of living in awe of the rift!!!” .....................first i’ve heard of it. I love that owen is talking as though the rift has been a major fucking factor throughout the entire series up until this point, rather than a thing that’s just been vaguely fucking referenced as the reason why a bunch of weird shit just seems to happen in cardiff. no, im not standing for this. You can’t pull out the rift at the eleventh hour and then talk about it as though it’s a Hugely Important plot device when the biggest role it’s had over the stretch of the entire 11 Whole Ass episodes prefacing this was to allow the plane to come through in “out of time”. y’all have barely mentioned the rift this entire time and now you want to act like its the hellmouth??? eat my ass!!!!!!
- and continuing on that note: apparently they’ve had a machine that can manipulate the rift in the hub......... the entire goddamn time. but no one thought to MENTION it i guess!!!!!!!! pfft, why would THAT be important??? right???? right?????
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this plot bullshit almost makes me feel bad for how harsh i was about “cyberwoman” but, i will admit.... despite this Absolute Fucking Nonsense, i do find the jack and tosh storyline in this episode really fun and interesting. its just unfortunate that all the stuff arrrrround that is some kind of fic scrawled in the back of a kid’s math book.
- also the size of owen’s fucking NADS in this episode!!!!!!!! “Don’t compare yourself to me.” SAYS MAN CRYING OVER THE GIRL HE KNEW FOR ONE (1!) (SINGULAR) WEEK!!!! as opposed to ianto’s longterm girlfriend being turned into a monster and eventually murdered by his own team!!!! Like, i understand that’s owen’s problem actually goes beyond that, and its not so much about diane herself but about the fact that he let himself feel close to someone again after his fiancee died but for us, The Audience, watching this as it airs... we haven’t unlocked owen’s tragic backstory yet. and without knowing all that it just makes owen look really bad and like a huge fucking tool lmfao.
- NEVERMIND THE END IS GAY AND SAD AND Y’KNOW!!!!!! i am a man of simple pleasures, at heart, and so... i’ll let it slide. jack meeting his namesake knowing that he’s going to die and them having a moment is more of the kind of emotional content we would get in episodes of doctor who, and its Just Right
- in honesty, theres a bunch of stuff about this ep that i DO like. that tosh gets a prominant role for a change, while gwen gets to do fuck all. the whole Real Jack story. owen gets shot and pops a tit out at the end. its just unfortunate thats its all wrapped up in this rift thing thats been wheeled out last minute for a Big Season Finale with no real foreshadowing or build up to it at all lmao. but, moving on...............................................................................................
1x13 “end of days”
- RHYS BUNS DETECTED, A SOUND WAY TO KICK OFF ANY EPISODE
- lovely reading voice ianto’s got..... i also like owen acting up to make sure we know that they remember him being shot in the shoulder last episode lol.
- “owen, if you open the rift you’ll break it” (owen opens the rift anyway) “owen, you opening the rift broke it” (owen GASPS IN DISMAY, ME??? REALLY?) yes bitch open your ears
- “So are we going to sit around crying into our lattes or are we gonna do something about it?” OWEN..... IS THIS. SUPPOSED TO SOUND BADASS I.... GENUINELY CANT TELL? IT SOUNDS BAD, OWEN
- jack was so likeable last ep now he’s a DICK. gwen calls him out on how he talked to owen and he’s really fucking catty at HER for no reason at all????
- i haaaaaaaaate this scene in the hospital where a Mystery Illness has all the fucking symptoms of the bubonic plague but apparently every doctor in the entire hospital never did high school level history and are all incapable of recognising it. if fucking *i* know what symptoms of the bubonic plague are im sure they didn’t need Absolute Brain Genius Owen Harper who is seemingly the only person with any sense in cardiff to come in and diagnose it. i also hate how owen just like casually mentions to the doctor yep, this is caused by people falling through time dude yknow!!! like they do!! expect more of this to keep happening probably idk!!
- “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU OPENED THE RIFT WITH THIS MACHINE WE HAVE THAT’S FOR UHHHHHHHH UHHHHHHH OPENING THE RIFT *big fuck off galaxy brain*” thats basically this episode.
- i love that owen has followed jack all this time but NOW in a crisis is the time to actually lose it and start questioning his authority bc they dont Actually know who jack is like???? you’ve been fine not knowing this entire time before??? thats not to say that jack isn’t an entire dumbass himself. he expects them all to follow him blindly and its so creepy. he’s like a cult leader, and as they all have Torchwood Stockholm Syndrome that ive mentioned in previous episode run downs they’ve all just gone along with it.
- owen having a little cry on the way out is such a Good scene bc he puts on such a brave and defiant front tho 💕💖💘💕
- i dont know why the really quick flashback to diane flying off in the plane made me lose my fucking mind, its just like “LMAO IN CASE U FORGOT: SHE WAS THE PLANE LADY. I KNOW SHE WAS ONLY IN FOR LIKE TWO MINUTES, BUT DONT WORRY ABOUT IT.”
- gwen for fucks sake!!!!!!!! not again!!!!! after all the cryptic shit and lies she’s told rhys up until this point, she now knocks him out and locks him in a cell and STILL offers no explanation. this poor fucking dude!!!!!!!!! and it’s about to get even worse for him...
- the way gwen screams “RHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUURRRRRSSSSS”
- YES EVERYONE REBEL AGAINST JACK!!!!!!! FUCK THIS DUDE!!!! you’re doing what a creepy old dude who is Absolutely Definitely evil wants, but still
- why does gwen start doing shit on the computer when toshiko, the computer expert, is standing right there, like.............
- JACK TRYING TO SMACKTALK TO ENTIRE GANG LIKE HIS OWN CLOSET ISN’T CHOCKFUL OF FUCKING SKELETONS
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- i forget, does anyone know jack’s immortal apart from gwen? or was it just the shock of owen actually Shooting Their Boss? the only onscreen death i can recall of his after suzie shot him was in “cyberwoman”
- god, minutes ago they were all like FUCK JACK!!!! JACK DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO SAVE US AFTER ALL!!! and now theyre all crawling back asking jack to save them all from cgi pig Ganon and its just..... a lot to happen, over the space of about half an hour.
- the ending is so anticlimatic and also why does sucking all the Yummy Life Energy out of jack make abaddon die?????????? Though in its defence... after like 3 bowls of cereal, i too am like OUCH OOF MY BONES
- aaaaaaaaaand rhys is back! will he get treated any better from here on out? i dont remember!!! guess we’ll see.
- bit much of gwen who’s actually known jack the shortest time of them all to be like NO, let ME be with him uwuwuwuuw
- ahhh!!! ianto smelling jack’s coat ;_;
- aaaand jack’s back too. AND HE GETS TO HOLD A CRYING OWEN? FOR ME? oh you shouldn’t have! this Almost makes up for all that rift plot bullshit (almost. i still know what u did.)
- ANDDDDD OH SHIT. FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE GOOD ENDING. HERE COMES THE TARDIS. FUCKING YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...............................and there it goes. one season down. sorry this one was so long!!! i love and appreciate anyone to takes the time to read these posts. thank u!!!!
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timeagainreviews · 4 years ago
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My Series 10 Rewatch: The Return of  Doctor Mysterio
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Ah, another Christmas episode. How many is that now? Two in a row? If you’ll recall from last time, I remarked that the only thing I liked about Christmas episodes was that it was more Doctor Who. While I will admit to a degree of hyperbole, it wasn’t far from the truth. Which is why "The Return of Doctor Mysterio," is such an interesting follow-up, as I have a "second" reason to like Christmas episodes. Only in a Christmas episode can Doctor Who get truly stupid. I’m not saying I hated it, I’m not saying I liked it, but I think I loved it.
"The Return of Doctor Mysterio," is very much a stupid episode. But in the same way, a child can believe in a jolly fat man delivering presents every year, Steven Moffat asks us to believe in a Doctor Who where Superman could exist. It doesn’t fit the tone of the show, and it’s not even particularly topical. The idea of superheroes in the media is so cliched, that it’s cliched to even point that out. It felt a little dated even at the time it was made. So how has it given me a newfound love for Christmas episodes? Because it plays its hand at the right moment. Doctor Mysterio could only ever work on Christmas.
We open on the Doctor swinging outside a young boy’s bedroom window on Christmas Eve. The Doctor has been up on the roof of the New York skyscraper this boy calls home. After climbing into the window the Doctor introduces himself to the boy whose name is Grant. He explains that he was up on the roof building a machine to fix space-time distortions created by his own meddling. Think back to stuff like the weeping angels turning a hotel into their own food pantry of Rory-O’s. It’s a classic Doctor Who machine made out of various bits, making very little logical sense. It doesn’t matter though because the Doctor is in possession of a McGuffin named the Hazandra, a gemstone also known as "the ghost of love and wishes." Basically, it’s Christmas magic a convenient polyhedron. With it, his machine should stabilise the distortions.
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Young Grant and the Doctor’s interactions in this scene are a great example of Capaldi’s charm as the Doctor. I love the Doctor not knowing Clark Kent and Superman being the same person is common knowledge. It scans with his not knowing there was a film called "Alien." The Doctor doesn’t need to know everything all the time, Chibnall. I find everything about this scene completely believable in its context. There’s a brilliant exchange where the Doctor produces a glass of water from his coat for Grant’s cough. After being handed the Hazandra by a man going by "Doctor," he assumes the Hazandra is medicine for his cough and gulps it down. I find it a little hard to believe that a geek like Grant didn’t at least question if it was a D12 first. He seems like the kind of kid who has done some tabletop gaming. Having taken a heroic dose of Christmas magic, Grant starts tripping out like he can fly and shit, which he does, because wishes. Realising the only thing to do is wait for the gem to pass through his digestive tract, the Doctor bides his time. I like to think that somewhere for about a week, the Doctor was scanning the plumbing of that building with his sonic screwdriver. "Still nothing."
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With Grant’s body refusing to give up the ghost, his superpowers grew more powerful. This, of course, brings us to present day where Grant is now mild-mannered manny and Super Saiyan "Goku," noted by the G on his chest. No, wait, wrong franchise, it's the Ghost, not Goku. Not since "The Mind Robber," has Doctor Who taken on the concept of superheroes quite so directly. But, unlike Karkus, the Ghost is not meant to be a man from a comic book. Though everything about him is directly from a comic book. The Ghost’s powers are a little boy’s wishes given form. I’ll admit that while wearing my Doctor Who cosplay, the coat does tend to blow in the wind like a superhero cape.  While some will even agree that the Doctor is a sort of superhero, even the show recognises its own limitations in this department. Seeing a caped vigilante standing next to the Doctor is weird. It’s wisest to treat this as an anomaly.
Moffat is in no way shy about playing into some of the biggest comic tropes. When we meet Lucy Fletcher, a reporter for the Daily Chronicle, she’s an obvious homage to Lois Lane. So it’s easy to assume that the people she’s investigating, a corporation known as Harmony Shoal, are some sort of villain. It’s also a reminder of the influence of comic books on classic characters like Sarah Jane Smith or Donna Noble. Also in attendance is Nardole, seemingly reunited with his body. After some pointed questions about missing executives from Ms Fletcher, the press conference ends with Lucy unconvinced by their answers. She decides it’s best to stay behind and investigate. As do Nardole and the Doctor.
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It’s a testament to how little I remembered within the year between these two Christmas specials, as I didn’t even remember that the Shoal of Winter Harmony were a Doctor Who baddie. Hell, I didn’t even remember it years later when I watched "The Husbands of River Song. If you’ll recall, I went on to complain that they were underdeveloped. Well, I guess I got my wish because here they are again. This time around we learn that the Shoal are a group of brains that look for viable hosts to live within. They open up the heads of humans and replace their brains. I’m beginning to see why I forgot these were the same villains. One is a bunch of brains in a jar, à la "The Keys of Marinus," while the other is a group of people able to open their seemingly hollow heads. Like, do the brains open up when they open their heads later? Why do they open at a diagonal layer when the brains clearly have a vertical hemisphere? Their physiology is a bit perplexing, even by Doctor Who standards.
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While discovering the Shoal’s secret, Lucy meets the Doctor and Nardole, who are also spying. After witnessing one executive transplant an alien brain into the body of another executive, the three of them are captured and held at gunpoint. It's at this moment when we first see Grant as the Ghost, as he saves the trio using super-heroics. After whisking Lucy back to her apartment in a classic "superhero saves the girl," manner, we learn that Grant is actually Lucy's manny for her baby. This explains why he was watching out for her, and how he found her home so easily. The Doctor, having used the TARDIS to track the Hazandra, is already at Lucy's apartment waiting for Grant to chastise him for using his powers. Lucy believes the Doctor is there for her causing both her and Grant to lie to one another about how they may or may not know the Doctor.
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Now, I would like a minute to talk about the costume. Basically, it's not very good. In fact, it's kind of bad. I don't mean to badmouth somebody's hard work, because it's not the craftsmanship I'm criticising. It's barely even the design. It's the reason for the design. You see, the Ghost has an awful mask. It covers about 75 percent of his face and is basically like no hero mask we've ever seen. The reason for this is that despite all of its whimsy and Christmas magic, the idea that a pair of glasses is all the secret identity a hero needs is too stupid even for Doctor Who. Hell, it's too stupid for Superman. Lois Lane is a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist, and she's thwarted by a pair of specs? Seeing them make up for it by covering Grant's face in an awkward plastic mask just highlights how poorly Doctor Who and capes mesh. Except in the case of Jon Pertwee.
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Lucy and Grant have that classic Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Superman, love triangle going on. Or Jerrica, Diego, and Jem if you're not a comic book nerd. It's the whole "Does she love me, or does she love him?" trope. All that's left is for Grant to do one of those two dates at the same dance scenes and we'll be set. Oh, they do that later on in the episode? Oh. But that's getting ahead of ourselves. Let's talk about that interrogation scene.
In 2012, "Zero Dark Thirty," came under fire for its apparent glorification of torture during interrogation. Which seems a weird takeaway if you've actually seen the film. However, the point was made- torture is inhumane. Which is why I must warn those of you with a gentle constitution that the torture scene of Mr Huffle is brutal. Every time Lucy adds pressure to this poor man's head, he cries out in agony, and she knows it will work. The Doctor is unable to stand the idea that another need suffer that he might keep his secrets, so he spills the beans. Of course, I'm kidding, the scene is absolutely ridiculous, but it's also kind of cute. It's yet another of those moments only afforded by Christmas magic because anywhere else it would be stupid. I just want to know where Moffat hides the giant bollocks required not to edit that bit out.
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Now, remember how I said in my review for "The Husbands of River Song," that the baddies never really had much development? As it turns out, they're not all that deep. The main goal of the Shoal (Judoon on the moon), is to fortify their headquarters to survive a massive blast. Their reasoning is that when their ship impacts with the planet, their building will remain standing among the rubble of New York, acting as a beacon to the world's leaders who will flock to them. This way, the Shoal can take over the bodies of leaders. It's a dumb comic book idea in a dumb comic book episode. If their building attracted anything other than droves of survivors, it would most likely attract the attention of investigators. "Oh hey, maybe we should investigate the people who battened down the hatches immediately before the blast." Nothing fishy there. A foolproof plan. Because comic books, and Christmas.
Please don't mistake my tone for derision. I genuinely think Moffat made the right decision in keeping the plot a bit campy. It absolutely fits with the theme of the episode. This doesn't mean that the premise doesn't wear thin. It does so with so much haste that the promotional photos began to feel hackneyed. I've said in the past that Doctor Who is very much like a comic book, but even then it's a completely different genre than superheroes. The idea of the Doctor and the Ghost teaming up seems more appropriate for the comic pages of Doctor Who Magazine. And even then it would feel silly. You would see it come up on lists titled "Top Ten Weirdest Moments in the Doctor Who Extended Universe." It's up there with "Combo Man" or "NFL Superpro," in that it's a pale imitation that does nothing to add to the genre. The fact that they made a Ghost spin-off comic book is mind-boggling.
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The Ghost fits very uncomfortably into the Doctor Who universe. Hell, he fits uncomfortably into New York. I did the math, he was old enough to stop 9-11. Or at least save some people. It's one of those "This is why the Doctor doesn't travel to the holocaust," things. It's just easier to ignore a real world tragedy. But even within the Doctor Who version of New York, the episode raises a few unanswered questions. Ever since Amy and Rory "died," the fandom has questioned why the Doctor didn't simply travel back in time to save them. Moffat's response was that the events of "The Angels Take Manhattan," made New York too chaotic a place to land. So the fans said, "What about taking a taxi into New York after landing safely outside?" To which Moffat said "Ah, but the tombstone! It's a fixed point in time." Which is a good point. There's no way you could possibly fake a tombstone. Those things are counterfeit-proof.
The point I'm getting at is that New York is all sorts of messed up by the Doctor. As I stated earlier, it's the whole reason he was there in the first place. The problem I'm having is that if the Doctor brought the Hazandra to New York to repair the rift, and Grant swallowed it like medicine, what the hell repaired the rift? How is the Doctor able to visit Lucy's house? How is the Doctor able to travel to and from the Shoal's ship orbiting the earth? If the Doctor can pilot the TARDIS in and out of New York City, what exactly needed fixing? And if nothing needed fixing, why then are Amy and Rory dead? And it wouldn't be a big deal if Moffat hadn't literally made it a plot point in the first place! That's two episodes in a row now where Steven Moffat introduces a concept only to completely go against it later on. Maybe he knew he was on his way out and he started phoning it in because I know Moffat is a better writer than this.
Ok, so where are we in the story? It doesn't really matter. Basically the Ghost and Lucy have dinner on top of Lucy's building. But it's when talking to the Ghost that Lucy realises she loves Grant. At no point does she not realise she's an idiot unable to see through a very dumb disguise. The Doctor and Nardole have jumpstarted the Shoal's plans by crashing the ship themselves. This forces the Shoal to act ahead of schedule. Also, for some reason, the Shoal seems to think they would be able to take over the Ghost's body. I guess superhero skin is one of those things famously known for being fragile and easily broken. Surely there's no flaw in this plan whatsoever. Grant uses this as an opportunity to switch out of his cape in back into manny mode. Acting as the hero, he swoops in and saves the day. Not only does he thwart the Shoal, but he also one-handedly catches their ship before it can make impact, thus saving all of New York.
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The Doctor alerts UNIT to the Shoal's activities and before they can make their break are apprehended. All except for a single Shoal who has taken over the brain of a random UNIT soldier. It's one of those comic book cliffhangers that will fall apart if you start to think about it. I'm going to say it's absolutely acceptable in these circumstances, but I am absolutely still going to pick it apart. Like didn't the Shoal say earlier that they require a suitable host? What constitutes a suitable host? Did they mean suitable as in "a person in power," or was it a blood type thing? Do some people's bodies reject their new brain? Furthermore, didn't the Shoal keep creepy surgeons in closets for this kind of operation? How then is one of them able to do complex surgery in the span of moments? As I said, it falls apart.
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"It falls apart," is the theme to this episode. In fact, the entire plot hangs on the premise of stupid comic book cliches. Nothing about this episode works as an episode of Doctor Who. But, as I said, it does work as a Christmas episode. In that way, it makes me both love, and continue to hate Christmas episodes. In the same manner, I admire its frivolity, I also loathe its crudeness. I'm not exactly running out into the streets like Ebenezer Scrooge asking what day it is, but I'm not saying "Bah! Humbug," either. Let's just say, I'm glad the next episode in this watchthrough isn't a Christmas story. The only thing worse than watching two Christmas stories in a row is watching them while in lockdown in July and August. There is neither anything holly nor jolly about this season.
The important takeaway is that I actually found myself having more fun this time around. Perhaps it was the fact that I now knew what to expect. The idea of a Doctor Who superhero episode can't be as bad as it already was. I've found this to be a common theme in revisiting a lot of Doctor Who. Without your initial expectations in the way, fun can sometimes peak its head in and say hello. Which is why I said I loved this episode. It wasn't good, but it was fun. I even got to see this play out in real-time. My boyfriend who had either never seen the episode, or forgotten it completely, spent most of his time hung up on how stupid the premise was. While I was actually able to spend more time appreciating the performances. The superhero tropes seemed less tired, and more like a necessary function of the narrative. Sometimes there is virtue in knowing something is going to be shit.
Hey friends! Thanks for reading this far. I wanted to pop in and apologise for how long this took to post. Last week was my birthday so I took the time off. Also, for some reason I was really dragging my feet with this one. Go figure. Next time, we say hello to Bill! See you soon!
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