#i have a gut feeling lyra is gonna be just as boring

[the-wraiths-wife]

I woke up and chose violence

HOT TAKE

Am I the only one who thinks Avery is a bit boring?

Like her only personality trait is obsessing over the Hawthornes, and being SmArT

Gurl 🙄✋

In my native place we call PPL like her desperate, we call them hens💀—

Sorry someone had to

Literally me trying to find her personality

I'm sorry Avery stans but I had to say it.....

No hate to jlb or Avery

She's just like Bella swan tho 💀

Lowkey think the latter is better

Like Avery is SO dem full of herself

Eg

Extert from the Hawthorne Legacy

“Thea's poker face was good, but mine was better”

Gurl stop.

I know ppl who coul have your eyes out on a platter

And the famous quote of hers is -

“My house my rules.”

My honest opinion -

A) Did she actually say that?

B) You know who else says this? My mom

And after she donates the money she's like

“oH mY gAwD iM sOoO kInD”

*wheeze

I cant—

We KNOW you donated like 94% of the money (which was pretty dumb u could've donated like 50%) [Tobias' ghost is having a seizure]

You don't have to RUB IT IN OUT FACES OMG

At some points in the book I wanted to jump in and beat her up.

Next hot take -

Jameson's mid asf

[let-us-shine-starlight]

Time Travel Manager - BTS X Doctor Who Fanfic - Chapter 2

Title: Time Travel Manager Rating: Mature (Swearing, Mature Themes such as mental health issues and trauma) Characters: MC, The Doctor, All of BTS. No Pairings as of yet. Description: Lyra is a time traveller who travels through time and space with the Doctor. She’s been doing it for many years now and nothing much surprises her anymore, until they crash land in Korea 2012 and she discovers her future self has given her CV to a company called Big Hit. She now has a job to bring a boy band together and get them to their debut. It just so happens that band is BTS. Can she manage BTS? Can she do the job her future self seems to think she can? THIS IS BTS WORLD INSPIRED MULTICHAPTER FANFIC.

Chapter 1

As I dragged my feet as best as I could down the street, my head was spinning and I just couldn’t focus on what had just occurred. Strange things like this happened a lot with the Doctor, but never to me, the Doctor was the most seasoned time traveller so it was bound to happen to her the most. A lot of the time it just made me laugh, and the Doctor to end up blabbering like an idiot with excitement. However, this time, seemed different. It wasn’t a fleeting comment, a random interaction that made no sense but would later, this felt more serious, more…committed.

I sighed as I finally reached the TARDIS and climbed back inside; carrying the large folder I had been given. It didn’t take her long to just leave me be after that talk, she just up and left, saying good luck as she went. I had no choice but to go to the Doctor for help.

Once I had carefully navigated the wrong way round gravity inside, due to how the TARDIS had landed, I felt a small bit of relief course through me. The lights were back on, the TARDIS breathing once again, it was ok. Maybe we could just leave and forget about everything.

“She alright?” I asked.

“Oh good, you’re back! What’s that in your hand? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost” she asked, homing in on the folder I held.

“Erm, something I was given…” I said, staring at the folder.

“Well, the TARDIS is fine, she came round not long ago, should be able to find out who bumped us in a bit!” she explained as I sat down, suddenly feeling unwell again, she sat next to me “You sure you’re ok?”

“I don’t know” I handed her the file “I’ve been given a job at a company…”

The Doctor laughed, flicking through the pages excitedly.

“I only sent you out for a bit!” she giggled.

“My future self gave them my CV” that stopped the Doctor in her tracks, now listening to me carefully. I explained everything to her and she nodded, understanding why I felt how I felt. It’s a weird and daunting experience. She smiled encouragingly at me, patting my shoulder as she stood back up.

“Why don’t we come back to that then? Let’s go get an ice cream from the best place I know!” she said, beginning to press buttons, pull levers which brought the familiar whirring noise I knew. Relief flooded me again, if only briefly, as the TARDIS stuttered for a second then stopped. The Doctor looked around confused, but the TARDIS wouldn’t budge.

“What’s going on?” I asked, running over to the screen.

“She won’t take off, something’s keeping us here…I’ll run some diagnostics” she quickly typed as I watched anxiously. Not being able to leave made me want to leave even more. The TARDIS beeped as the results came through and the Doctor looked serious “This is a bigger problem than I expected”

“What do you mean?”

“See that?” she pointed to a wobbly line on the screen “That’s us, and this? That’s another time traveller”

“How can you tell?” I asked.

She zoomed in to the lines and showed the detail.

“All of this that surrounds the lines? That’s time travel energy, I’m not sure if that’s what’s keeping us here, I’ll have to keep digging for that, but there’s another time traveller here with us that I need to find and stop” she explained “We may be here a while, so it could be a possibility your future self knew you’d be stuck here so gave you something to keep you from being bored”

“But why a boy band? I hate those kind of things, same old music and tracks, lyrics just as hollow as the rest and don’t even get me started on the dancing and music videos” I said.

“Your future self knows more about you than you do right now” The Doctor said “Come on, Lyra, why not just give it a try? Go have a look at that folder first at least, I’m not just going to leave you alone on this”

She smiled kindly at me and I sighed, smiling back at her.

“Alright, but this boy band ain’t getting far” I chuckled, heading back to the file and sitting down to browse.

“It may be the fact that they don’t make it, therefore causing something else that is meant to happen, wibbly wobbly!” she grinned, starting her own tests.

I chuckled, opening the pages and beginning to read. The Doctor could have been right, I could have put myself up to this knowing I would fail miserably, there must have been something bad that needed to happen in order for the actual future to take place. Must be. I felt my confidence grow, weirdly, inside me as I read what the lady had left me.

‘There are seven boys we want you to recruit. I have included their pictures, names, a brief profile as to why we want them, and obviously where to find them. They’re all in Seoul so don’t worry, should be easy to find. Get them to sign the contract I have also included. Once that’s done, bring them together to meet and think up a name. After that, get them to debut.’

Hmm, seemed like a big leap from coming up with a name to suddenly get them to debut. Was there a process in making a song? Did they only need one? Or a few? Weren’t boy bands given songs to perform? Or was that Western boy bands? Meh. Even if I didn’t figure it out, what would be would be.

I flicked over the page to start getting an idea on the boys. Thankfully, they were all in the city, being able to find them all would be easy enough. As I turned the page, I swear I recognised the face of the first guy. His smile revealed dimples and his name was Kim Namjoon. Again, the name rang bells. I moved on to the next, recognising him too. And the next. And the next. In fact, all of them I knew I had seen their faces somewhere before. That’s when it all clicked. The name of the company. The boys names and faces. In my time of 2019 these guys were huge. I’d seen them advertised for interviews, their tour, some of my friends adored them. Ah shit. I felt sick all over again.

“We may have another problem” I said.

“Hmm?” The Doctor said, turning her attention back to me.

“I’m supposed to form BTS…” I said, feeling that nausea coming back.

 It had easily been an hour since I discovered what my future self had given me. And yet, my stomach just wouldn’t settle. The Doctor had given me a paper bag to breathe in to, even handed me some water too, but I just couldn’t wrap my head around this giant task ahead of me. I so couldn’t do this. It wasn’t a fixed point in time, which meant I could change the course of the entire future, not just of the boys themselves, but of their fans too. Oh God. There was just so much pressure. There was no way in hell I could do this. It was way too much.

“How you feeling?” The Doctor talking to me and feeling my forehead snapped me out of my doubts. I wasn’t alone. The Doctor wasn’t going to leave. She was going to help.

“Yeah, could be better, not gonna lie” I sighed.

“You can do this” she said, taking a seat next to me “I really wish you had more confidence in yourself, you’ve been travelling with me for what? Six years now? What have you achieved in that time?” I shrugged at her “You have done so much, you’ve saved so many lives, you’ve changed loads too, you even stopped a war from starting as well, remember that? I was so wrapped up in other issues I didn’t even realise what the Captain was doing” she nudged my shoulder “but you did, and you convinced him not to do anything, that takes guts! I also remember when you went against what I told you to do, you said I was wrong, standing up to enemies is easy, but standing up to your friends…now that’s true bravery” she smiled at me “Lyra, I believe you can do this, all you have to do is take one step at a time”

I nodded. She was right. At that point I wanted to just leave, not have to deal with this, but if the Doctor believed in me, maybe I could do it. I also knew future me wouldn’t have done this to me without a reason. I took a deep breath and smiled at the Doctor.

“One step at a time” I glanced down at the file still in my lap “first step, find these guys and get them to sign this contract”

“There you go” The Doctor grinned, jumping to her feet “And while you do that, I’m going to find out who this other traveller is!”

My first task, I could do this.

[inthedarkofficial]

I have so many issues with tsc so far, but like... the moment I was told Lyra Fucking Silvertongue – who killed god, who brought an end to death and an end to fate, with a boy from a world where people couldn't see their daemons, and the physical manifestations of both their souls – that Lyra, of all people, had fully bought into and been swayed by some Ayn Rand esque motherfucker's book about a boy from a world with no daemons killing god and it literally meaning nothing... like, Pullman tells me THAT and he just lost me. It was all over. Like ok, ok ok ok, Lyra has trauma, Lyra and Pan are fighting, Lyra is at uni and encountering a lot of new ideas and is going through a hardcore stan your favourite new school philosopher phase, I can accept all of that hypothetically! Being in your 20s, y'know, you hate yourself and you want the world to be simpler than it is. It's super sad to read about and honestly feels like a gut punch with a mirror at points (not the hardcore rationalist part though, ew) but that is the plot thread of tsc that isn't on a boring to atrocious scale for me. Or it would be. If the catalyst for this wasn't a book about killing god. Like I thought Lyra might be coming at it from an "omg it's about Will" obsessive angle (which would have worked really well!) but no it's... she's going to bat against Pan for some knob who wrote a pseudo-intellectual book about a thing that Lyra not only LITERALLY FUCKING DID, but that she only accomplished with all the things the book shuns – souls, love, friends, allies, magic, compassion, stories, art, fantastical people and beings... Like I can see the parallels Philip, I can see why you've done this, but it makes no sense. In what fucking world is Lyra swayed by that book, instead of, like... being ostracized by her peers for not liking it and not being able to tell them she actually knows what killing god is like? Or fighting with Pan because she's still clinging to Will in everything she sees and it's killing them both? Or angry/upset at how little the writer understands what she knows, but that she'll never be listened to and becoming depressed at how what she and Will went through didn't effect all the changes she wanted and why keep fighting for a world that insists on destroying itself? There's your fucking "how to relate to 20yos" hook. Tsc has so many problems and I know I'm not even at the really bad stuff yet (well, bar page 187, disgusting) but like Lyra and Pan's arc could have been amazing and instead the girl who killed god and brought back original sin and free will... actually buys into a narrative where you can kill god, with no repercussions, alone, and it means nothing? AFTER TAS, PHILIP?! Who the fuck do you think Lyra Silvertongue is, Pullman? Because you're wrong. I feel like at some point I'm gonna learn Lyra has forgotten what she did, and maybe it'll make more sense then, but even still, like... that's a weird choice on Pullman's part. Yes, ok, Lyra killed god but it didn't change her world hugely so yeah "nothing more than it was", whatever. But she DID bring back Dust/consciousness to a dying multiverse, end the suffering of deceased souls by carving a way out of the underworld, end the war in heaven, and also in her world she crowned the bear king, saved dozens of children, created lasting relations between Gyptians and Witches, oh and on a personal level she fell in love, grew massively as a person, and settled her daemon. All of that is not just... is what it is. And yes ok maybe Lyra has to learn to see that but just... having her blatantly FORGET SHE KILLED GOD doesn't work for that! Fuck! There were so many ways one could go with "girl who killed god reads book about man killing god" and this is the shittiest one.