#immediately thinking of sarah

[mentalmeles]

There needs to be more fanart of them as kids, ngl

[whatsfourteenupto]

Sarah Jane Smith, by all rights, should have decked the Doctor at some point in NuWho. Shows up out of the blue, years after ditching her in the wrong town, at a school she’s investigating and blows up her dog. Nearly gets her any everyone else killed in JE. Never offers a hand in any of the universe-threatening situations she’s got literal children helping her solve. Crashes her wedding and ominously implies that the Earth will end if her fiancé doesn’t die, but makes her explain it to the guy. Doesn’t even give her a hug goodbye. Doctor I love you but she’s got more right to smack you than just about any character that I actually DID see smack you

[olive-pokeirl]

if your family used necromancy to make cellphones and you interpreted the disappearance of your eldest child to be divine punishment for knowingly allowing this to happen, would you rather:

a. cut ties with the family members who actively do that and fuck off, choosing to become a geologist instead

b. accept your fate as the one who Must Take Over and change the way things are run

[steampunk-raven]

man it is just so insane (positive) to me that sarah is just constantly calling marjolein “my dear” “my love” while doing. well. all of postie war acts 4-6

[lovinglin]

🌆 Art Trade with @heart-of-aspiration 🌆

IT WAS SUCH A DELIGHT TO DRAW THEM BOTH AHH Tysm for trading with me Sarah!! 🥹🫶💖💕

[toadmancer]

thats her baby!!!!!

[coachbeards]

How many times do you think I can say “i hate naudrey being james’s parents” lmao

[justareallyboredfangirl]

just finished watching Bojack Horseman after binging it for about a month and genuinely feel like i need to take a nap for just as long

[borifle]

4 am, critical role just ended, and I have a kitty purring away on my chest

[tommybowefuneralattendee]

augustus and chosen as frequently assigned partners in a spy agency who are both under the impression that brianna (their superior) assigns them to each other out of spite, when really the two of them yelling at each other is miles more productive than when they get assigned to other people

[clancyycat]

fresh out the slammer personal thoughts in tags

[ifacotarwasgood]

CHAPTER 4 - page 1/?

original word count: 2843

revised word count: 1521

click for ch 4's full comparison document.

original:

I didn’t know how the wooden hilt of my hunting knife had gotten into my hand. The first few moments were a blur of the snarling of a gigantic beast with golden fur, the shrieking of my sisters, the blistering cold cascading into the room, and my father’s terror-stricken face. Not a martax, I realized—though the relief was short-lived. The beast had to be as large as a horse, and while his body was somewhat feline, his head was distinctly wolfish. I didn’t know what to make of the curled, elk-like horns that protruded from his head. But lion or hound or elk, there was no doubting the damage his black, daggerlike claws and yellow fangs could inflict. Had I been alone in the woods, I might have let myself be swallowed by fear, might have fallen to my knees and wept for a clean, quick death. But I didn’t have room for terror, wouldn’t give it an inch of space, despite my heart’s wild pounding in my ears. Somehow, I wound up in front of my sisters, even as the creature reared onto its hind legs and bellowed through a maw full of fangs: “MURDERERS!” But it was another word that echoed through me: Faerie. Those ridiculous wards on our threshold were as good as cobwebs against him. I should have asked the

revised:

Wood rasped my palm. When had I grabbed my hunting knife? Cold blistered through the room, and my eyes watered as I fought to make sense of the chaos. My sisters’ shrieks. A terrified moan. My father? Despite my heart’s wild pounding, I had to try to protect them, even if my hunting knife looked laughable compared to the shape filling the doorway. It had a wolf’s face, a snarling mouth revealing yellow fangs. A crown of horns jutted from its forehead. And while the beast was tall enough that I’d barely come up to its shoulder, it moved with a quick feline grace. Faerie. Had I been alone in the woods, maybe I would’ve fallen to my knees and hoped for a quick death. But I didn’t have room for fear, not here. My bow and quiver, which held the ash arrow I’d cleaned from the wolf’s body, were across the room—past the beast. But its thick neck looked like a good home for my knife. Hackles raised, the beast roared. It took me a moment to realize it wasn’t an inhuman sound but a word. “Murderers!” “Please,” my father said weakly. “Whatever we’ve done, we did so unknowingly—” I snatched a dinner knife off the table and brandished both it and my hunting blade before me. No iron in sight

[queenerdloser]

i love it when people ask me to recommend books to them bc i dont think they realize theyve unlocked a special interest for me. especially when it's like coworkers or people who don't know me very well and so assume i am quiet & reserved (which i am) so they get a face-full of my enthusiasm and it clearly surprises them. but like. i have SO many book opinions and love recommending things and talking things i've rec'd to people after they read it, so i definitely get over-enthusiastic. like i clearly remember one of my old bosses asking for ya recs and me giving him like. a two-sided piece of paper with titles. and a coworker just asked me for book recs and i had to tell myself enough is enough when i gave them like three paragraph texts worth of recs. i could talk books all day baby this is why i'd kick ass as a librarian.

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

to briefly revisit my decade old Labyrinth hyperfixation, I think it would be neat if Sarah grows up, has a teenage daughter who finds her book and while in a pissy mood wishes goblins would take her mother away

just imagining Sarah freaking the fuck out, taking the extremely limited amount of time she knows she has left to load up her confused daughter with all of the iron jewellery she never usually takes off, peppering her with instructions not to eat ANY of the food and vague warnings about illusions in the walls

and then suddenly before she knows it her mother is just gone, and she's being told by a strange glittery man that she must begin her own journey through the Labyrinth to find her mother

the funniest part however would be Jareth finishing his spiel to the daughter and returning to his castle to properly greet his new hostage with no fucking clue who he just snatched, and finds to his surprise and horror a Too Old For This Shit Sarah absolutely rampaging through the halls threatening to tear down his entire world all over again if he doesn't take her back to her daughter right the fuck now

I can't decide which is funnier, the tale ending with Jareth lobbing Sarah at her daughter before she even gets one foot into the Labyrinth and fucks them off home immediately, or the daughter completing her shockingly easy journey through the Labyrinth only to find her mother sitting in the king's throne with a dazed Jareth under her heel and terrified goblins waiting on her hand and foot

[autumnrory]

i have consumed so many fairytale retellings but there are so few good ones