#companionperfected

[smoakinred]

@companionperfected​ liked this for a lyric starter and got this song !!

“ there is something different about you and I, ”  something, felicity has started to notice more and more, that feels so warm and hopeful. she feels weightless with sam, and that’s not always easy to achieve these days. but mostly she just feels comfortable, and safe, and that’s. . . that’s important. it’s so important that sometimes she can’t even begin to stop an overflowing of sentimental mush.  “ and I feel like I have known you my whole life. . . ”

[themadvigilantist]

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@gothsic​ | @symptomofinsanity​ | @rebelgargoyle​ | @cardshcrp​ | @sebaldcoded​ | @companionperfected​ | @demayoproud​ | @surgikill​ | @doctorvii​ | @talktoten​ | @ofamazonia​ | @northpolebear​ |

She was almost up to her Earth apartment door when she heard something go off outside following screams. V let out a sigh as she turned back to the direction of the sounds. “We were so close...”

[citizensteels]

you could go for something? are you feeling okay? if you need to talk, let me know, I've been there. (she's so damn EARNEST I'm sorry fsjhk)

“I.....I am perfectly fine, I can promise you that. But....thank you?”

Whoever this lady was, she definitely wasn’t Sara, not with her tone and how she held herself. Nate had gotten quite good at spotting those little differences in people. So, this was someone new. Okay? Great. Another new person to try to put into a place in his head, and she looked even exactly like Sara. 

God, he loved when multiple earths just suddenly collided. It made life so easy, and not completely and utterly confusing. 

[moralstood]

@companionperfected​ | sc.

“sometimes, all you need to do is completely make an ass of yourself and laugh it off to realise that life isn’t so bad after all.”

[mantleworn]

☆ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 // @companionperfected​.

alex feels oddly vulnerable in her civilian clothes as she sits with the others in a circle, quietly observing the others, fingers toying with the zip of the boot that rests atop of the opposite knee. she could talk for hours when it comes to instructing others within the walls of the deo, but ask her to share something personal within a safe space and she shuts down. she barely notices that the session is wrapped up when everyone starts moving their chairs to the side. after blinking several times, she eventually gets to her feet and moves her chair like the others have been doing. 

❝ this is a lot to take in, huh? ❞ alex comments, eyes falling on a nearby blonde. ❝ i, uh -- i got dragged here by a friend. don’t really know what i’m doing -- is it always this... this full on? ❞

[troubldtwnarchive]

@companionperfected​ said :  “have I been naughty this year?”

“ there’s... there’s no way to make a sexy santa’s lap joke. s’just creepy. ”

she’s laughing at him, even as she sinks down onto his lap, one arm wrapped around his neck and her thumb rubbing slowly over the spot just behind his ear that never fails to elicit a shiver. nathan steadies her, hands curling around her hips, and uses his grip to pull her closer, until he can feel the soft press of her chest against his through his thin t-shirt. 

it’s been months and he still isn’t used to how damn soft her lips are, can’t shake the way even the mere brush of them against his is enough to send a shock of lightning shooting down his spine. nathan’s still not used to feeling again. the comfortable weight of her settled on top of him, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, her warm breath fanning out across his cheek as she turns her head, chuckles to herself.  “ can’t believe you just tried that line on me, ”  he murmurs, corners of his mouth ticking up into a smile as she scrunches her nose at him, obviously fighting back laughter,  “ think we both know the answer to that, anyway... ”

[invigilia]

@companionperfected liked this for a starter and got this song !!

“ I'm scared --- I've never fallen from quite this high... falling into your ocean eyes... ”

[theforgctten-blog]

❝ i’m as free as a honeybee. ❞

HADESTOWN LYRIC SENTENCE STARTERS.

“Cute as one too. Any particular reason for this feeling of freedom?”

[thedoctornumber11]

Starter for companionperfected

((OOC: @companionperfected))

The Doctor had just landed the TARDIS after having set the randomizer and was walking down the street exploring, wondering why the TARDIS would bring him there.  He wasn’t paying any attention when he accidentally bumped into someone.  "My apologies,“ he told the other, offering a hand to help them up, “I should have been paying more attention.“  That’s when he noticed his sonic screwdriver was beeping.  Something was a bit off near by.

“I’m the Doctor,” he introduced himself, “Have you seen anything odd or weird around here by any chance?”

[swcctserpentarchive]

♫ but for sam since I'm not logged in on her rn

SEND ME ♫ AND I’LL MAKE A PLAYLIST FOR OUR MUSES !  ↳ ACCEPTING // @companionperfected

got blue eyes deep like the sea ( roll back when she’s laughing at me )  //  sweet pea + sam

somewhere in neverland  —  all time low

friday is forever  —  we the kings

she looks so perfect  —  5 seconds of summer

you  —  hollywood ending 

gotta have you  —  the weepies

good girls  —  5 seconds of summer

rhythm of love  —  plain white t’s

you are my sunshine  —  bride & groom

[pulchramortis]

@companionperfected​​​ said  :   ❝ well, I think we handled that with dignity. ❞  for fitz!   /    brooklyn nine - nine .

“ I’m sorry, what about this looks handled or dignified to you? ”

he’s getting too old for this --- he’s been getting too old for this for several centuries, if the memories that occasionally jockey for valuable space in his mind are any indication. but he’s been really starting to feel it, lately. it had started with little, innocuous things; getting out of bed in the morning leaving him slightly out of puff, his back and shoulders stiff as a board, joints creaking. the aging process finally catching up to him, he’d figured, when he finally caught onto it --- though he’s staunchly refused to concede that he’s in anything but the prime of his life since. 

the fact that he’s struggling to sit up now, after their latest wayward stray had done a runner and knocked him flat on his arse, is forcing him to admit that perhaps... he’s not as spry as he once was.  “ bloody hell. ”  the words come in the midst of a groan, and fitz accepts the hand sam offers him gratefully, letting her haul him to his feet.  “ I’m having words with that cheeky little bastard once I get my hands on him... or once you get your hands on him. I may need... a quick lie-down first. ”

[themadvigilantist]

+ 20 ||

@enragedhope | @romxna | @companionperfected | @londonx1965 | @birdsfed | @wiseguypuppychild | @threecardtrick | @yasminxkhxn | @thewxnderer | @jcalvinist | @silvertonguedeity | @sentientdevices | @oddyssea | @isitrecording | @the-doctors-strays | @triickstergod | @perditastellae | @withliight | @quartzheir | @wondcrkid |

“That sounds like a problem, are you okay?”

[citizensteels]

‘ highest form of art: girls ’

“You’re completely right there. Girls are amazing.”

He nods, smiling a bit as he leans against the wall. Sam was a strange cookie, one of the many dopplegangers of themselves the legends team ran into throughout their missions. She looked exactly like Sara, but she was just....so different. British, for one, with the thick accent that came with someone who lived there all their lives. Very kind too, and knowledgeable beyond her years. She had been through some shit, he could tell, like Sara, but she carried it differently. She was interesting, to say the very least. 

[mildcuricsity]

( @companionperfected | continued from here )

“It’s not good.” She’s been through worse, but not by much. She wants to say that she knows it’s going to be okay, because she knows that he will show up at some point and fix it, but she can’t. Ms. Wright was always kind to her in school, but she has a feeling that if she said it’s okay, my alien best friend always comes and saves the day at the last second in situations like this, she’ll think that Sam is crazy. Most people’s kindness doesn’t quite extend that far.

barbara thought she’d left all this behind, decades ago, but somehow - so it seems - once that strange old man has settled in your life, the danger never seems to leave you. it’s slightly different now though, and she feels an exposure which unsettles her more than it perhaps should: ian’s still in cambridge, the doctor’s anywhere, and sam might have matured into a woman barbara is INCREDIBLY proud of, but the sense of responsibility she always has for her students is difficult to let go of.  

❛  — i’m sorry for getting you involved. ❜ is it her fault? did she get her involved? she can’t be certain, but impending death by rogue alien can’t be too common a life event, and the teacher does have precedent.  ❛ this shouldn’t be happening. ❜

[thebadtimewolf]

+3

“We’ll be fine, right?”

“Right?”

[troubldtwnarchive]

@companionperfected​​ said :  “ i just need to know that something’s real. ”

“ this is real. we’re real. ”

she needs something solid to hold on to; it’s not the first time and it’s not going to be the last time that nathan’s been her anchor. sometimes it’s wrapping his arms around her, letting her lean back against him while she shakes and gasps through it. sometimes it’s giving her the space she needs but talking her through it, his voice guiding her back to the circle of his arms once she’s realised she’s safe, that he’s there with her and he’s not going to let anything happen to her. but always... it’s grounding her. making sure she knows that she’s there, with him, and not still trapped in the thrashing terror of her nightmare. she’s trembling, clutching at his shirt, his shoulders, his wrists --- pawing at him like she’s trying to assure herself that he’s real. it settles her some, when he takes her face in gentle hands, leans down to press their foreheads together.  “ sam. you’re here, with me, and this is real. ”  he doesn’t know if he closes the gap or if she surges up to meet him, but the crush of their lips is almost frantic, and definitely too hard. 

he lets her have that, for a moment, breathes hard through his nose, before stroking his thumbs over her cheeks. the touch makes her shiver, knocks her off-kilter just enough that he can soften things. even despite the circumstances, she’s sleep-warm and tousled and beautiful, and nathan exhales sharpy as he pulls away, takes her in.  “ you’re okay, ”  he murmurs, hoarse from more than how recently he’s been pulled from his sleep,  “ we’re okay. ”