#is this his way of telling people that he belings to me

[asksilvioricci]

Whatever

Hug me till I smell like you? :3

Have you showered?

[vikersund]

Hi! I hope this post won't flop </3

first of all I wanted to finally reveal myself on this platform - many of you know me as Himbeertee_ on tiktok and twitter, Hello! Yes, I'm also here :P

I felt like last few days were like a fever dream - so I decided to write a summary/recap of my journey to Stozice.

It was not my first Joker Out show, last month I was in Żalec and both times I traveled by train and bus, so if anyone wonders how to get to Slovenia from Poland - the cheapest way is by Flixbus, but the fastest is by plane. I spent 5 hours in train and 11 hours in bus and it was only one way ride.

Me and my friend arrived at the arena around 4pm and we were 24/25 in the queue and we ended up at barricade in front of Kris, thanks to long catwalk and very long barricade. (I wanted to be at Kris' side, because duuuh i'm a Kris girlie).

If it comes to new merch - there were new winter beanies, new shirts, hoodies, socks, UM and Demoni CD's, condoms, new notebook (juhuhu hahaha), new tote bags and if you ask me... well.. those shirts didn't look good at least for me, but the rest of it was fine. I bought baby boos socks, because (to the unpopular opinion) I love the name xD

If it comes to the show alone, I will try to describe few songs. As you might have seen on twitter I managed to get the setlist (which was leaked at least day before - and unfortunately i saw some of it so I didnt experience the surprise).

The live-from-backstage intro was so cool, like I had chills, the screen was turning from the backstage to black screen or to joker out sign with the music that made your heart beat to it, it definitely built an atmosphere, we saw Jo getting ready to rock the stage, Kris leading the 5 of them to the stage from backstage, then they finally came from behind drums, which was such a cool entrance!

First song was Sunny Side of London - and now I understand that they picked it as an opener because of the "welcome" at the beginning, but when I first heard it i was kinda sceptical why is this the first song. People from the brass band joined them for the iconic balcan solo (dare I say - Kris outwhored himself during the solo).

Then we screamed for the record and we beat it, but honestly I think that the result should be higher, but because it was such an open space, the device didnt gather the sound as good as in smaller venues.

Then gola and bele sanje - honestly don't remember much of it because I was enjoying myself, maybe a little too much, but the guitar transition from bele sanje to plastika was sooooo good.

Plastika oh plastika! This song is made for concerts, everyone were screaming their lungs off and Bojan was everywhere, including the cat walk.

Proti toku - what can I say other than justice for Proti Toku! Like i dont understand why they abandoned this song at the shows...

As you already know I was at Kris' side and I had the best view on him, let me tell you. This man didn't hold back during dopamin, his moves were electric and there should be another twitter account "Kris shuffles to:"

Padam - Bojan sang the song laying on the catwalk for the entire length of the song and for a moment I was so confused where he went, because I didn't see him at first.

Then after Padam we had a small break, that included screenings of pre-eurovision clips from their vlogs and during that everyone was lying on the stage (not sure about Jure tho).

Then demoni happened and the Iconic scream was... well... demonic xD Bojan ended up almost on all fours in front of 12k audience. You're welcome or something.

Katrina - is another song which was made to being played on stage. I loved the red and white lights especially, bojan was very slutty and we were introduced to releasing fumes from the pyro stuff (not real pyro or fire on their show in Stozice).

ASTP - AMAZING intro played by a dude with trumpet, I had chills, Bojan was sitting on his knees on the stage, listening to it. I'll try to upload it to tiktok later! It is one of my fav songs. Great vocals from Bojan and Kris, the second one was very slutty af during the song (who is surprised at this point?). No Janace ending, Jan ended the song playing at the end of catwalk, nice moment between Nace and Bojan.

Omamljeno Telo - well this is the only JO song that I am not that much a fan of, but they definitely delivered their perfomance, especially when everyone went to the catwalk. We had Kris/Nace moment during the song.

Kot Srce Ki Kri Poganja - will you banish me If I tell you that I have never heard any of their unreleased songs?

Anyway I LOVED THIS SONG, can they release it on new album please? I already knew that Martin will join them because I saw pics from backstage before the show, but I was surprised to see Matic there. This songs slaps and I fell in love with the vibe martin gave while playing the bass. I couldnt stop staring at him, he was magnetic and so happy to play with others. I might cry a little when Nace gave him his bass. I loved how everyone was hugging each other before and after the song. Such a heartwarming moment, even if Martin doesnt play anymore, you could definitely see that he is still part of the family <3

Metulji - amazing perfomance, again they delivered, love the song, also amazing Jan solo at the end of the song, kinda improvised i think? At least I have never heard those sounds before.

Vse Kar Vem - well, you know who I was focused on xD I guess I have a new Vse Kar Vem iconic video for you xD

NGVOT - before the song I was wondering if they will do Tavastia 2.0 with ngvot and the scream i I let out when I saw that Bojan was far from the mic, far enough to be late to start singing the song if he had to, and then I turned to look at Kris and I already knew. This is all I've been asking for. I'm so glad that Kris is more comfortable to sing the first verse, his voice was more relaxed, less shaky than in Tavastia, I loved the way he sang "ti pa barvo las" the way Bojan does. But I still think he has to work a little bit on his voice, because I know he CAN sing (from other videos). I wonder if they will leave this song as a duet for other shows in the future or If it was like one-time thing.

Vem Da Gres - all I remember was Nace on our side and how handsome he looked. I'm not a Nace girlie, but I can definitely see why others are, and his new hair and the outfit... asdfgrew

Ne Bi Smel - this time Jan joined our side and he had a nice moment with Bojan

Ona - Another time when men from brass band joined and it was the song which had changed arrangement. I loved it. the whole vibe of the song stayed the same, but the brass instruments elevated it. (If i think about any fuck ups during the show - it happened here - the mic of the Saxophone guy didnt work at first, I've heard him from the front row, but idk if people in the back have heard him). During this song they also showed me and my friend on the screen and i cant stop thinking about how the hell it happened xD Now i am immortal in joker out stozice lore xD

Tokio - honestly don't remember what was happening - probably I was just screaming and singing.

Umazane Misli - i loved it. I LOVED IT. The way Bojan was demanding the audience who and when should they sing, and then he came down to us and let 2 people sing, and he received the THREE KAKSI ANANAS LONKERO shirt and he loved it so much, he was so smiley and took this shirt with him on the stage.

Novi val - I almost cried. This is my fav song, and thanks to Joker Out Subs and Spela the project came true, the coloful lights flashed beautifully above boy's heads. We and them were touched and it was such a special moment. At the beginning of Novi Val Jure came to our side and we could see his outfit from the closer proximity, and dare I say it was second best after Kris'.

Last but not least - Carpe Diem. After novi val they left the stage, but everyone knew it wasnt over. The break was too long and It just clicked in my head that what if they are changing into their Eurovision clothes. AND THEY DID. I just predicted it seconds before it happened. It was unreal - like i just travelled back in time 5 months.

Overall it was the best night of my life. Everything was perfect. The lights were amazing. The stage was amazing. Clothes - god, the amount of details on each outfit! Personally I think Kris and Jure had the best outfits. I couldnt really see Jan and Nace outfit details, but the looked GOOD. But if I have to complain - not a fan of detachable sleeves on Bojan's shirt.

They all delivered their performances. Not a single mistake - i am so impressed because thats a skill.

We all agree that Kris outdid himself that night. The way he moved, the way he sang, the way he was SO CONFIDENT. Like he was born to be in that exact moment.

I also loved every single interaction between boys, the group ones, or the doubles. Maybe there was no Jan and Nace astp ending but they had few moments. It was so nice to see Jan and Bojan jamming together, Kris and Nace doing their thing, Bojan and Kris' little shenanigans and even Jure and Jan had their moment when Jan ran to him at the beginning of the show.

I also love how they had movie-like credits. Everyone from their crew was credited, every person who worked on the show, team of photographers etc.

Other thing was how nice it was to being supplied with water all the time. The people behind barricade were giving us cups with water all the time, and even at the end of the show we got whole bottles.

Please don't take this post as a proper review - these are just my thoughts of the show <3

[sparkles-oflight]

Bele Sanje - in another room

Hello everyone, I'm back to write again!

Remember my BoKris fanfic on Martin's departure? Well, this is a continuation of that, but it's JaRtin time! (with Jan&jure friendship as well!)

Thanks @anxious-witch for the proofreading (seriously, how do you still handle me?)!

Synopsis: The aftermath of Martin's departure on Jan and Jure.

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

Sensible subjects: anxiety, a LOT of guilt, some self-harming tendencies (nothing too strong or explicit, but... yeah)

"I decided to leave the band", that's what Martin said, and Jan heard it, but he didn't quite understand the message between Bojan's sobs and the noise inside his own brain.

In the past year, Jan had gotten even closer to Martin than he should. He thought he was just trying to find something to fill in his ex-girlfriend's spot for a while, but then he actually started liking Martin.

But now Martin is telling them he's leaving. Jan doesn't want Martin to leave.

- We arrived.

Jan looked to his side and saw Jure closing the car door.

Jure had taken them both to his apartment since Jan wasn't feeling well enough to return home on his own.

The guitarist slowly exited the car and made his way to Jure's home.

When they got inside, Jan took his shoes off and laid on Jure's sofa, turning on the TV, but not really paying attention to anything.

Not until Jure sat next to him with a cup of tea.

- Be careful, it's hot. - he patted Jan's knee.

- Thank you.

A moment went by until Jure broke the silence again.

- Do you want to talk about it?

- Talk about what? - Jan didn’t look away from the TV.

- Martin.

- I guess you are already talking about it.

Jure started anxiously tapping his fingers on his mug before proceeding.

- I know you and Martin have something special, I've seen it myself. I don't know what it is, but you need to sort it out. And hey, if you need help, you can count on me. - he smiled.

- Thanks, Muca. - Jan also smiled though his smile was filled with sadness - Me and Martin... Uh. Me and Martin were having sex.

- Oh.

An awkward silence filled the room. Jure then realized it and he was terrified of sounding like a homophobe so he just...

- Sex is good.

To which Jan chuckled - the first time he did that day.

- My girlfriend had left me, and Martin was a bit curious about gay sex, and uh...labels so, uh... Yeah, that's how it happened. We decided to help each other out.

- So... Is he? You know... – he was about to gesture with his hand, but he was stopped by Jan.

- Oh god, not you too. - he sighed and then smiled - Martin is not gay. I know that much. And that makes me feel so guilty...

Jan started biting off the polish out of his nails.

- I feel like we only keep having sex because he's too scared of hurting my feelings...

- What does that mean?

- Jure... I've fallen for Martin.

Well, Jure had figured Jan wasn't straight a long time ago, but he wasn't expecting Jan to be in some sort of one-sided relationship with Martin.

- It hurts so much. - Jan finally lost it.

He started crying and Jure immediately hugged him.

- Why am I so shitty? – he cried – I used him, Jure, I used him!

- Jan... calm down.

- How can I be calm!? I know he doesn’t love me back and I still keep it going, even though I know that it isn’t the best for him.

He pushed Jure off him and started hitting his thighs and scratching his arms.

- I’m so fucking selfish! He is leaving because of me, Jure! He is!

Jan found breathing hard due to his tears and snot.

- Why would he make this decision and not tell me? Not tell Bojan!? WHY!?

Jan stopped as he reached a point of exhaustion. He curled up in a little ball and covered his ears as he felt the tears’ salty taste in his mouth. If he could, he would have been there for the rest of his days. He didn’t want to see Martin go, he didn’t want to see anyone take his place.

Jan was scared. Scared of a new member, scared of the band falling apart, but worst of all, he was scared of himself. Was he always going to act like this? Use people for his own satisfaction? How would he stop himself from doing that?

- Hey.

Jan opened his eyes and saw Jure crouched next to him and softly removing the guitarist’s hands to hold them.

- Jan, I don’t know everything that went down between you two, and I don’t know why Martin never told you. I’ve never been in a situation like this, but... – Jure stopped for a bit before continuing – I think you can only get those answers if you talk to him.

Jan looked at Jure’s eyes and he could swear he got lost in them because... Jure was crying. Jan had never seen Jure cry and he doesn’t know how to react to that.

- I think... – he sniffed – I think you don’t have to talk to him right now, but...

Jure will miss Martin, just as much as anyone else. Jure entered the band and immediately felt at home... Jure might be chaotic, and sometimes isolated, but he too had a bunch of complicated feelings over the situation that he couldn’t express.

- I’m sorry, I’m crying on you. – he apologized.

Jan got up and held Jure in his arms, calming him by softly petting his blonde hair and letting the older one cry there.

- Muca. – he whispered – Can I ask you for a favor?

- Sure.

- Can you take me to Martin’s house? Bojan should still be at the studio with Kris, I want to talk to him alone.

- Yes, of course.

Jure picked some napkins from the kitchen to clean themselves up and drove them to Martin and Bojan’s apartment.

- You don’t want me to stay? – the drummer asked Jan as he closed and exited the car.

- No, I’ll be okay, thank you, Muca.

- No worries. – he winked.

Jure saw Jan make his way to the apartment and then saw on his phone how late it was... He called Kris.

- Yes?

- Hi, Kris, are you home?

- Yeah, just got home.

- Are you alone?

- Bojan’s spending the night here tonight. Do you need anything?

“So Martin and Jan are alone then... good”.

- I was wondering about how he was feeling.

- He’s a bit better now. You?

- Oh, I feel like shit.

- Do you want to talk about it?

Jure decided to vent with Kris about his feelings about Martin leaving, but he never mentioned Jan once. Kris also tried to not push that topic either, he didn’t feel ready to hear about his best friend's feelings at the moment.

Jan rang up Martin’s bell.

- Who is it? – Martin asked.

- It’s... – he sniffed – It’s me, Martin.

Martin opened the building’s door and Jan made his way to his floor.

When he entered, he saw the pair of slippers he always worn ready for him at the entrance. He changed from his shoes to them and closed the door.

- Hi. – Martin said.

Jan looked at the tall man who was already wearing pajamas.

- Hi. – Jan forced himself to speak.

Both didn’t know what to do, but Martin gestured for the older one to enter and sit down. They both sat but neither said a word because neither was ready for what was coming.

- Bojan is not coming tonight.

- Oh, is he sleeping at the studio?

- I think he is sleeping at Kris’.

- Ah.

- You know... I was talking to a friend of mine, he’s also a bassist, and I swear he’s the best bassist I’ve ever met in the country. I think... If you are looking for someone new, you should take him in.

- Uhm.

- I’ll let you choose of course. Now that I’m leaving, I feel like I shouldn’t have a say on the band, but could you please promise me you guys will at least hear him out?

- Uhm.

- Jan, please give me a proper answer.

Jan sighed and looked up.

- Sorry, Martin, if I’m not excited about a new band member when I only found out about you leaving a couple of hours ago.

Martin got close to Jan and touched his hand.

- Hey, Jan-

But Jan slapped his hand and got up.

- Stop it! Martin, just fucking stop it! I know you know I love you. But we both know you don’t love me back. And you know what? Fair! I’m a shitty person who’s been using you and you... Martin, you are a gentleman, but for fuck’s sake, set boundaries with me for once!

Martin sighed, took his glasses off, and massaged his forehead.

- Jan, I’m sorry I didn’t tell anyone. I just... – he gulped – I thought it was easier to tell everyone at the same time. I didn’t want... I didn’t want to let some of you guys know before the others. And Jan…

Jan looked at him and slowly he sat down again.

- And I thought... the quicker we get this done with, the faster we will all move on. Ahead, Jan. Always ahead.

- Why don’t you let me go? - Jan mumbled.

Martin didn’t know how to reply.

- Why don’t you let me let you go? - Jan reformulated the question.

- I just… I didn’t want to hurt you...

- Martin… I love you.

Martin sighed and felt a lump form in his throat as he noticed this wasn’t about the band anymore.

- Jan…

- Martin, I feel like I’m using you.

- Jan, you are not using me. I just didn’t have the courage to tell you I didn’t want to do this anymore. - he sighed - I was scared of the band given how well things were going and… I didn’t want you to think you were the problem when in reality… I just… I’m not into guys, Jan, I’m sorry.

Jan stared at him, and he felt tears forming in his eyes, so Martin hugged him until... until Jan calmed down.

“It’s not your fault.”, Jan swore Martin whispered that into his ear, but he couldn’t be sure because of his fast heartbeat.

Martin kissed Jan’s ear and released him.

- Do you want to spend the night here? – Martin asked, then smiled - As friends.

- Of course. – and Jan smiled back.

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[baekhvuns]

I had an ateez dream again bestie 😎😎

Let me elaborate (oh and guess where it takes place? School!!)

So, it started out like a normal dream, i was in school and I had by bsf with me and we were just walking down the halls and all. What happens is tht i hear someone say that today some famous people will arrive at our school or something like this, basically hinting tht someone would be here but i just acknowledge it and don't pay much mind to it. THEN, me and bsf, go up the stairs on 1st floor, we were basically bunking class lol, and one of the teachers almost caught but I made up a lie on time and he let us go.

As we were walking downstairs, i saw a huge crowd gathered near the canteen area. I was like, woah is something happening, then from tht distance only I see a head pop out, quite specifically a red one 😭

And I just run with all my might towards there, i push thru people to reach where they were and the first person I saw was san, mannnn he just felt so real like ahgssjah, i could feel butterflies even in my dream. So i wave at him and start saying corny and cheesy things like "oh my god, my heart beling to you" 💀💀💀 (I'd never irl) or something worse, but san was so shy 😭 he didn't even make eye contact but we shook hands

Woo was completely hidden by san, then i wave at him and he waves back in tiny. Now then, Mr Jeong yunho appears from the black crowd like the god he is, and it felt as if he had sparkles around him. And for some reason he was the only member not wearing any casual clothing. He wore tht one outfit...hold up let me share a picture ( i couldn't find a better picture 😭)

and istg, i ascended, I went "YUNHO?!?!" And he just smiled awkwardly 😭 but he was tall alr? I felt so tiny in front of him.

Now thts all the members I saw there just three, and my frnd kept bugging me to go somewhere bcz i was taking so long, but i didn't wanna leave. How could I dude?? Ateez were there :') but she managed to drag me out and as she was doing tht i saw seonghwa and i quite literally grabbed him by his shoulder 😭😭 I was way too bold in my dream man

He was shocked he was like wtf is wrong with this creature but he still maintained a smile. He was wearing something fuzzy, like a coat and he wore a beret cap AND glasses, i legit read wallflower before sleeping and he appears in glasses 😌😌 but then i started telling how grateful I was to live at the exact same time he was living and not in any other dimension! And he was sooo shy, idk why but I think the roles should be reversed but somehow they were the shy ones 😭😭 he also didn't make any eye contact until my friend pulled me from the love of my life :') and the meeting with ateez ended....(sad)

The dreams still continued but I don't think it'd be relevant if it ain't ateez!! I had forgotten that i had even dreamt, then in the morning I was like i dreamt of something really good but i can't remember then I opened Pinterest and i saw san and I was like OHHH I DREAMT ABT ATEEZ!!!

sO you’re saying you experienced boys over flowers???? HELPNFHWJDHWK DO U RMR THAT EDIT W THEM BEING THE BOYS OVER FLOWERS CAST 😭😭 i used to have it but i don’t anymore <//3 if someone can find it pls do send bc that was so funny kdjskdjd

[kinetic-elaboration]

January 4: 3x15 Let That Be Your Last Battlefield

I watched an ep of TOS on my birthday, which was literally 3 weeks ago (??), but I completely forgot to type up my notes on it because, um, December I guess. But I must have a complete set so here is my attempt at reconstructing them at this late date. Probably going to be pretty incoherent but we’ll see.

A bacterial invasion! Nope, I don’t like that. (Even though people only suffer bacterial invasions on Star Trek so the Enterprise can be waylaid in helping them, but still.)

A stolen transporter ship?! That’s new.

Breaking the law breaking the law

The thieves are not responding. The creature may be suffocating? And Kirk’s like “well obviously we must help it.”

Yep, that is a creature.

My notes about “noxious potions” and “mystery organs” must be referring to Spock and McCoy dialogue.

Looks like the noxious potions worked all right this time.

“United Fleet of Planets.” No longer recall who said this, but I’m gonna guess… alien?

“Don’t you usually know whose property you’ve stolen?” Nah.

Kirk doesn’t care for technical evasions. (Unless he’s using them himself.)

“Mono-toned humans are all alike” lol. Pun intended.

“I’d like to study you please.” Hmm, again, I must assume this is a Spock (incorrect) quote.

I get such a kick out of Spock following Kirk.

“Something out there can’t be seen—explanation.” / “None.” That’s it, that’s the show.

Now they’re on a collision course… with nothing! I guess someone forgot to move the camera back and forth.

“Explain, Spock.” Lol. He is trying his best.

Spock wanted to study the craft.

No one claims anyone without due process. You tell him, Kirk.

Hmm, this history of oppression of one skin tone against another sounds extremely familiar.

Kirk is extremely by the book, as usual.

This guy wants to be taken home immediately but Kirk has two other missions to complete first; wait in line, dude.

Looks like Bele is multitasking

This camera movement on red alert, moving in and out on the red lights—not sure how I feel about that lol

Is there supposed to be repetition in this? I keep hearing the same lines over and over.

So the aliens are quite long lived.

The two aliens don’t seem the same to me, either in personality or really in appearance.

Someone like you… a monochrome human… ugh

It’s not funny but the way Sulu and Chekov look at each other at “ order of destruction” makes me laugh. Like ‘say what now?’

The ol’ corbomite maneuver, perhaps?

Imagine forgetting the destruct sequence at a crucial moment. I probably would. I’m not good with numbers.

The directing choices are so weird today: these eye close ups, the mouth close ups. I get it, it’s tense!

The destruct sequence IS real though; they use it in the Search for Spock. Kirk wasn’t bluffing.

“I control the computer; mine is the final command.” Dramatic.

“At warp 10, we’re going nowhere mighty fast.” Yeah, I’d say, that’s time travel speed.

It’s like a really, really big carnival ride.

“I make no deals for the control of this ship, Sir.”

And now, time for today’s utopian speech.

We must be scientifically accurate about what is and is not disgusting.

There is no persecution on Earth… so hard to believe that it makes me sad.

I wonder how Kirk feels about propagandizing on his ship?

“One thing we agree on is he took a shuttlecraft—he’s innocent until proven guilty.”

I don’t like this alien.

And now it’s story time with Spock hour. I wonder if Vulcan has racism, and if so, based on what criterion?

FINALLY we get around to decontamination. No more bacteria.

Now Spock is going to school him on basic evolution.

That was all they needed to do???? Just like circle the planet twice? These aliens are so fricking impatient. The time they wasted having a stare down with Kirk could have been spent just letting him do his job.

Mono-colored trash lol

Apparently the only thing worse than a white on right person is a white on left person

They’re all gone. Everyone is going to be gone.

There’s nobody alive on Cheron because of hate—that’s subtle.

(This is basically T100 also.)

Where he can go? No, I’m sobbing, that’s so sad.

They look like muppets when they run.

That was my last note lol. Not really reflective of how the ep actually ended. Overall, that was quite a pessimistic story for TOS.

it wasn't subtle but nevertheless it was hard to know what to make of it. It's weird to me that they at least sometimes seemed to depict Lokai and Bele as, like, equally bad. I kept expecting some twist to that, like some reason to think Lokai was bad, like maybe he was going to brainwash the crew into joining him or something, but it really seems like... he was oppressed and trying not to be oppressed and the worst anyone could say of him was "well you’re not dead yet so I guess you’re not THAT oppressed; put your money where your mouth is loser.”

The history of oppression against Lokai’s people is not even in contention. Bele admits it! And no one on the Enterprise really seems to care. They were extremely unpartisan about it to a degree that was a little disheartening

On the one hand, I do appreciate that Bele thought they were taking sides but they were actually just following their own principles--their treaties, their rules about due process, etc. In other words, being neutral and fair to all DOES protect the weaker party. You don’t need to be partisan, even in cases of admitted past and possibly continuing oppression, to come to the right outcomes. It was just weird that Lokai was in many ways really sympathetic and they were often on his side (we can both agree he stole a shuttlecraft) but then sometimes it was more "well you're all wrong for fighting at all” without any real empathy for the situation. It’s easy to be simplistic about it from the point of view of outsiders.

So I had mixed feelings. There were interesting aspects. But I wasn’t sure what the ultimate morality of the story was, and thus I wasn’t sure if I agreed or not, and if I didn’t, I probably really didn’t.

One thing that was interesting was that, to the extent that this was an unsubtle allegory for white racism against Black people in America, it was framed as if the real, or at least worst, oppression was in the past—Lokai was angry about Bele’s people previously treating his like property, basically, and he’s also angry that the two peoples aren’t equal now, and Bele doesn’t deny that’s true. Their beef with each other now is that Lokai still feels his people are treated as inferior and Bele… still doesn’t really disagree, he just thinks Lokai should be more patient about how fast they work toward equality. And what I think is interesting about that is it fits pretty well onto the America of the 1960s: slavery’s over and yeah it’s not great equality wise but you gotta be patient, etc. But where are we now? I guess you could argue we’re in the same place but I feel like the line now is actually it IS over, this is just what equality looks like, and if you feel unequal, it’s probably your fault. What would Lokai have to say to that?

I liked how showing that Bele didn't understand how the monochrome humans saw him and Lokai as the same, revealed the arbitrariness of racial distinction, which isn’t like groundbreaking for me personally but was ballsy to show in 1969. And it’s a good use of sci fi as commentary:  it’s easier to see the truth about yourself and the arbitrary things in your society if you see it in metaphor form. Also, the difference between the two races being arbitrary didn’t change the history between them or the wrongs they had done or felt the other had done—arbitrary doesn’t mean fake and it certainly doesn’t mean inconsequential. I thought that was illustrated well too. I was undoubtedly on Lokai’s side but it has nothing to do with the colors on his face, which have no significance to me.

Also, Kirk pointing out that the very presence of black and white on both of them implies there once all black and all white variants and they interbred…. How to unpack that lol? That beings will always find some way to find differences between themselves?

And I did find the end... touching, and I thought there was something to the idea that their hatred really was so all consuming that it outlived even the stakes, no matter how real or big those stakes were. It was an uncomfortable conclusion, but I’m a fan of reasoning from the extremes and I think, again, this being a sci fi story, it was able to do that more than a story literally about American racism could.

I also think there’s something to the idea that their fight was ultimately personal and individual—by definition, right, everyone else was dead but they continued to fight—but on the other hand, it was still so tied to all of these generations of conflict. Like it was both at once. They were dependent on each other specifically for meaning, being the hunted or the hunter, but they were also very tied to their identities and histories, which I don’t even fault them for entirely (especially Lokai). Something, something, individuality and group affiliation, not really sure. Could they have forgotten, just let it all go? And then, is there really any other reasonable choice?

So, overall, I appreciated the moral and the complexity of the comparison, even when it made me uncomfortable or I wasn't sure about it, and I think that's a sign of a good metaphor. But on a purely entertainment level, the story didn’t do much for me.

I was also a little uncertain of Kirk here, and just some of the … basic plot elements. Kirk seemed like he wasn’t being anywhere near careful enough with the aliens, just letting them roam around his ship. Like, to a degree that at some point the only way for the plot to end the alien threat and bring Kirk back into control was for him to literally say “how about you stop now?” and for the alien to respond “oh, okay,” for pretty much no reason at all. The corner they were written into just needed to be waved away. Also, the whole episode seemed a little distracted. There were repetitions that I thought were thematically relevant to the presence of the twins but like… were really not about anything at all.

I did think the ep had a bit of S3 fatigue overall. But it gave me a lot to think about. Very interesting.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Breathe ~ Doctor (part 4)

A/n: I will get to requests soon, I promise. I just want to get to Donna in this series, because I have PLANS it’s going to be great.

Word Count: 11,000+

MASTERLIST

"Shit!"

"Language please, we are still in a school." Y/n turned around to see the principle that still made him feel so incredibly uncomfortable to be around, and tried once again not to look as terrified of the man as he felt.

"Right sir, sorry." Y/n offered a small smile and the other man continued on his way. What a relief.

He was still wrapping his finger as he walked into the cafeteria. He had cut it on accident, and though it was small it was in such a place that it had bled quite a lot before finally calming down enough so he could plaster it. He got his food, passing Rose who was working as a lunch lady, and the two shared a look. Rose's was irritated, and Y/n's was amused. Next Y/n looked around the room to find the Doctor, making his way over to sit across. "How was Physics?" Y/n asked.

The Doctor's eyes fell to Y/n's finger. "How was mechanics?"

Y/n had applied for the mechanic job, same as Rose had gone for lunch lady and the Doctor had aimed for teacher. They'd all gotten it. Mickey and the Doctor had taught Y/n enough about how to fix things that mixed with that and his impressive ability to pick up on simple things pretty easily, he was actually quite good. Only two days in, even the weird staff members that gave Y/n the same vibe as the principal did called Y/n when they needed help with something, instead of the janitor like they had for years.

"You know there's more this gig than just tightening screws and helping the English teacher figure out how computers work. Mr. Bele, the janitor, has actually been teaching me some plumbing stuff. I think I'm properly working." He was rather proud, and it made the Doctor smile. Y/n caught movement in the corner of his eye and looked over to see Rose approaching. "Unlike some people."

She was at the table in a few seconds, pretending to wipe off the surface when she'd just passed four empty tables who needed it far more than this one did. Y/n held in a laugh for her sake - she seemed irritated. "Two day," she reminded. "We've been here for two days.

"Not everything is running from death and facing down mythical beasts," Y/n said casually. "Sometimes it's just scooping lunch and waiting for the right time."

Rose rolled her eyes. Unlike Y/n, the Doctor didn't seem hesitant to irritate her further as he motioned to a spot on the table with his plastic fork. "Sorry, could you just... there's a bit of gravy." She wiped at the wrong thing, and the Doctor pushed it even further. "No, no, just there." She glared a him and he grinned.

"Doctor." Despite her obvious irritation, she did find the right spot and wiped it up.

"Blame your boyfriend, he's the one who put us up to this," the Doctor reminded.

Y/n tried to hide his smile. The three of them were involved, that was obvious, but they hadn't ever made anything official or used labels. Since Rose was technically dating Mickey and hadn't officially broken up with him as well, the Doctor and Y/n had been teasing her about it occasionally. All in good fun, of course, but it still made her scoff every time.

"Have you seen anything to prove him right then?" Y/n asked, resting his chin in his palm as he popped a fry in his mouth.

"Yes actually. One of the kids in my class this morning, got know;edge way beyond planet Earth," the Doctor began.

"You eating those chips?" Rose asked.

Y/n rolled his eyes. "How can you think of food right now? There's a child with extraterrestrial knowledge, Rose."

The Doctor smiled at that, but allowed Rose to grab a few off of his plate anyway. Y/n smiled to himself at the way they so easily invaded each others' space. It wasn't a problem at all for them. "No worries," he dismissed. "I didn't want them anyway they're a bit... different."

"Oh but they're gorgeous." Her mouth was full but also curved in a smile and Y/n chuckled under his breath, shaking his head at her. God she was adorable. "I wish I'd had something like this in school."

A hum came from the Doctor. The kind that told them he wasn't fully paying attention. His mind was somewhere else. "It's quite well behaved, this place."

Y/n had noticed it too. "Yeah, every time I go into classes to fix something they all just sit there and... stare at me. It's not like they're threatening, just a bit unnerving. Just sitting there, patiently waiting for me to finish. I've heard stories about how kids use their phones and talk during lectures, let alone when there's nothing going on. I don't know Rose, is that the norm?"

She nodded, far used to Y/n asking questions about things that he should have experienced but never did. "Yeah one time the teacher needed help with something and two kids snogged in the back of the classroom the whole time. One kid used to throw pencils at the back of my head during class, until I moved seats."

"Yeah I thought they'd all be happy-slapping hoodies. Happy slapping hoodies with ASBO's," the Doctor input. "Happy slapping hoodies with ASBO's and ringtones, yeah?" He seemed quite proud of himself. "Don't tell me I don't fit in."

Before Rose could tease him, the head lunchlady approached, her eyes on the blonde at the table. "You are not to leave your station during a sit in."

Rose stood. "I was just talking to this teacher, and his mechanic friend."

"Hello," the Doctor greeted as Y/n smiled, nodding politely rather than voicing something. It was pretty reflective of how they usually worked, with Y/n tending to sit back and blend in and the Doctor sticking out like a sore thumb and grabbing all the attention. It wasn't a bad thing, just what was normal. The whole thing with the wold had been rare. A nice rarity though.

"This professor here says he doesn't like the chips," Rose added, shaking her head. It seemed to be some attempt at a joke to break the tension. Something the other woman could relate to maybe.

It fell short. If anything, she seemed offended. "The menu has been specifically designed by the headmaster to improve concentration and performance. Now get back to work." And with that, she turned around and left.

Y/n blew air out of his mouth, eyes wide as he looked back to Rose. "See?" She said to him, shaking her head. "This is me." She began to leave, walking backward so she could motion to her apron and uniform. "Dinner lady," she added with a grumble as she turned her back to the two men, heading back to the kitchen.

"I'll have the crumble," the Doctor shot back.

The last thing they heard from her was, "I'm so gonna kill you." Y/n covered his laugh, trying to stay third party to their banter as usual. Sometimes he had his fun as well, but he tended to be laid back enough to play peacekeeper more than anything.

The Doctor leaned into him, snagging his attention. "What?" Y/n asked upon seeing an odd look in the Doctor's eyes.

The Timelord just smiled. "What do you think it would have been like, this? School and such?"

Y/n scoffed. "Terrible, from what I hear. Especially for me." He messed with his food, distracting himself as he always did when he had to be vulnerable. He only ever did it for Rose and the Doctor, but it was still hard - even for them. "I think I have anxiety." A short, bitter laugh. "I've never really had to face it of course, with being as apart from society as a human who lives on Earth can be. It kept me alive and made me really functional, living on the streets as a child. I learned to steal pretty quickly, motivated by my hunger and constant paranoia that I'd get caught. I didn't trust anyone, not even those I probably should have. Kept me alive though, I bet. Something like that, in a place like this? No. I would have crumbled for sure. Wouldn't have been able to read aloud or say the answer when I was called on or been able to make any friends. I probably would have sat in the corner every day, in every class, and prayed I wouldn't get noticed." His smile dropped. "Kids like that... they struggle in school. People are mean."

The Doctor reached over and took Y/n's hand. "Well, I'm lucky. You've got some very good survival skills. That instinct of yours has saved my life more times than I can count, I'm sure."

"Nah." Y/n chuckled to himself. "You'd have been fine without me. Figured something out, I'm sure."

"Yeah," the Doctor agreed. "Thanks to you I didn't have to, though." He smiled. "Lots of people have you to thank for saving their lives as well, Y/n. If nothing else, you do well in this life."

That did cheer Y/n up actually. "I hope it'll always be that way. I'd hate to slow you down."

At that, the Doctor actually laughed. It was low and quiet, unlike his usual laugh, but far more domestic. Calm. It was a laugh that didn't need to be showy - it was good enough to be familiar. "If ever comes the day I'm not trying to keep up with you, then I'll start to worry."

Out of the corner of Y/n's eye, there was movement. He looked over to see some of the kids looking between the two men and their hands. Y/n suddenly got rather bashful, attempting to pull his hand away. The Doctor only held on tighter. "You know, we're in public," Y/n noted.

"Yep," the Doctor agreed.

"Showing affection," Y/n added, nodding to their hands.

"Indeed." The Doctor smiled and Y/n thought the man odd, in a pleasant way. The way he wasn't afraid to be himself was rather refreshing - especially when the plan had been to be polite and pleasant, but otherwise act as strangers.

Y/n spent the rest of lunch enjoying the moment. Word would spread, but these kids didn't seem the type to prod, even though children of this age should be at peak curiosity, yet to develop a social censor. The perfect disaster for pushy, nosey kids asking questions they probably shouldn't be. Not at this school though. For now, they could enjoy the exchange and that was enough.

Then lunch was over and it was back to business.

A little bit later, Y/n was pushing his cart down the hallway to go around his usual round to check if anything was out of place that hadn't been noticed - this was used most for normal schools where kids pulled pranks, but at this school he could use the guise to get information wherever he could - when he was stopped by the Principal, who had a woman at his side. "Ah yes, Mr. Doe," the older man greeted. "Miss Smith, this is our handyman. He help the janitor quite a bit - had some training in more things than cleaning and basic plumbing. Helps with the cooling and heating, and when machines break down or are hard to understand. Since when did things get so advanced, am I right?" He chuckled softly, but didn't get a response.

The other two were too busy staring at each other. "Sarah Jane," Y/n whispered, eyes wide.

Sara, though she knew for a fact that she couldn't know this man in front of her, felt that... maybe she did, actually. There was something familiar in his eyes, aside from the raw and obvious recognition that he looked at her with.

The principal seemed surprised. "You two know each other?"

"I-" Y/n panicked. If he said yes, Sara would surely be confused. But if he said no... well obviously that was a lie. How could he explain that he knew her, but she didn't know him? "We met briefly. I have a fantastic memory, when it comes to faces. Like a steal trap. I'm sure you don't remember me, but I dare say I could never forget a face as pretty as yours." It was probably odd to flirt with her as she was quite a bit older than he was, but he couldn't help it. He had someone else's memories, and the feelings that came with them.

"That makes sense," Sara voiced. Her words seemed a little distant though, her eyes boring into Y/n's, as if searching.

A little panicked, Y/n looked away. "Nice to see you again, Miss Smith. I hope you won't think me rude, but I must be off. Got work to do." He nodded to the principal. "Good day." Then he left, feeling Sara Jane Smith's eyes on his back the whole way.

Things were about to get very interesting.

-

"Kenny?" Y/n was surprised to see the spikey haired boy looking so shaken. Y/n had a habit of making friends with people as he went, in a way that Rose and the Doctor didn't. They were friendly and formed attachments, of course, but Y/n had an aura about him that made those who were lost or scared or confused flock to him for protection and understanding. It just so happened that those who were in such states in the line of things the Doctor and his two companions did, often had the most information. Y/n's friends were often full of just the information he needed, and they trusted him so much that it wasn't very hard to get it out of them.

Like now.

"I think I'm going mad," the young boy squeaked.

Ah yes, the staple sentence that meant someone had seen something important. "Now why's that?"

Kenny seemed to debate for quite a while, until Y/n rested his hand on the young boy's shoulders, encouraging him to talk. "I heard something weird in one of the classes, so I went to investigate. And... well I looked under one of the desks and there was some sort of... gargoyle, or bat or-" He shook his head. "I spooked it I think. It stood up and it was one of the staff." Y/n's eyes went wide. "He told me to go. Am I losing it?"

Kneeling down, Y/n got very serious. "You've not lost anything, Kenny, do you hear me?" The boy hesitated, then nodded. "I believe you. I do." That seemed to make Kenny quite relieved. "Now go to class and leave it up to me. I'll figure this out, promise." He hesitated before adding, "And Kenny? Don't tell anyone else what you saw, or that you told anyone. Do you understand me?"

The boy seemed unsure, but nodded again. "Okay."

"Good boy." Y/n let out a breath of relief. "Run along now and get to class. I don't want you being late." Kenny did go off, and Y/n turned back to his cart, looking at it a second before continuing on.

Did this mean he had to admit Mickey was right? God he hoped not.

-

"He said... a bat?"

"Or a gargoyle," Y/n confirmed to the Doctor's question. "Anything come to mind?"

"No." He frowned at the door they were about to go into as Y/n took the lead, using his keys to unlock it so they could all get in. He seemed worried by his lack of knowledge. If they were all being honest, it made Rose and Y/n just as nervous to see it. The Doctor was rarely caught off unawares and when he was... Well it wasn't good.

Once inside, Rose found a good joke as always to lighten the mood. "Oh," she whispered, her words mixed with laughter. "It's so weird to be in a school at night. Kinda spooky." She giggled, nudging Y/n who smiled. "When I was a kid I used to think all the teachers slept in school."

"Alright team," The Doctor began, shifting focus back to what was important. "Oh-" he cut off, making an odd face. "I hate people who say 'team'. Uh- gang? Uh... comrades."

"Squad?" Y/n offered.

"No," the Doctor shot down. "Anyway,  Rose, go to the kitchen and get a sample of that oil. Mickey, the new staff are all maths teachers, check on the maths department. Y/n, look around to see if you can find any traces that could give us more clues on these bat or gargoyle creatures. Anything at all. I'm going to check out Finch's office. Meet back here in ten minutes." He took off, leaving the other three alone.

Rose hesitated around Mickey. Y/n didn't know where the two were at anymore, since Rose, Y/n and the Doctor had become... official? Weren't they? I guess they'd never said. It was quite confusing now that he was thinking about it. Rose still seemed to care about Mickey, so there was that. Even now, she checked in one him. "You going to be alright?"

"Me?" He brushed off far too eagerly, as if he'd been waiting to show that he was cool and capable. Something gave Y/n the idea that Mickey was doing so specifically to seem more cool and collected than the Doctor. Jokes on him, the Doctor was neither of those things and tended to actually be rather unhinged and chaotic. Y/n wasn't going to correct Mickey though - it was funny to see the man scramble and make a fool of himself. "Infiltration and investigation? I'm an expert at this." He began to walk off and Y/n was a bit impressed at how calm and confident he was being... until Mickey came back to ask, "Where's the maths department?" Rose pointed him in the direction as Y/n did a bad job at hiding his mocking chuckles.

When Mickey was gone, Rose rounded on Y/n. "What is your deal?"

"What do you mean, I've always been at odds with Mickey," Y/n pointed out.

"Not like that," Rose argued. "You're usually at least polite if nothing else. And you can't blame this on the Doctor, because you were the one who backed me up when Mickey called and the Doctor tried to dismiss it. You respect Mickey, deep down. And you care about him. The only time I've seen you act like this, lashing out by being petty, was when we were younger and you were upset but wouldn't tell me. So, Y/n, what's your deal?"

Y/n wasn't sure when she had gotten so perceptive of him. Perhaps she'd always been this way. He knew how they always worked though. She wouldn't press if he asked her not to, and he couldn't risk this coming out. He didn't even know it was bothering him as much as it apparently was, but it didn't matter. His current... condition had to stay a secret. "Nothing, really. We have to-"

But Rose had changed too, just as Y/n had, and the usual way she let things slide didn't seem to be what she was okay with anymore. "We haven't kept secrets in ages now. You can trust me Y/n. That's what partners do, right? They talk to each other? Communication and all."

Partners. Wait, what? "I thought... you and Mickey-"

Rose offered a shrug ad a sheepish smile. "We've loved each other for years, you and me, and now we also love the Doctor. That's... a bit chaotic, I'm not going to lie. It's going to be hard enough loving two men who are equally reckless, I can't deal with the drama of someone else too. I... adore Mickey, I really do. He was good to me for a long time. But I've seen what wasting time and waiting too long can do, and if you two are eventually going to have to say goodbye to me then I am going to soak up ever damn second I have until then. I'm tired of wasting time, Y/n. It only hurts more in the end."

"Oh." Y/n rubbed the back of his neck, smiling to himself. "Okay."

Rose rolled her eyes. "You're adorable, truly, but you're not going to distract me. I want answers."

A panic flashed through the man and he did the first thing he could think of. He grabbed Rose and kissed the living hell out of her. When he leaned away, she looked a little dazed which is what he was going for. "I'll tell you. I really will. Just... not right now, okay? I can't do this right now, especially because there's too much else going on. I'm sorry." Then he took off toward the halls, ready to look around to find something that would help them all out.

He did find something. He opened the door, revealing a sight that made his blood run cold. Then he heard a scream, and he booked it over, running in to see Mickey. Before the boy could explain his exclamation, the Doctor joined the scene a second later, Rose and Sara Jane on his heels.

Y/n froze. "Sara Jane." He cleared his throat, able to handle it much better the second time around - especially with eyes on him. It sounded less like someone greeting an old friend, and more someone just saying hello in general.

"James," she greeted back. "Mr. Doe, I mean. Sorry, I got your first name from the principal quite by accident. Since you used mine I figured-"

"No worries," Y/n rushed. "It's - uh - not James though. It's actually Y/n. I went by a fake name myself. The Doctor stole John though, so I went with James instead. Different enough that no one would call me out for the obviously fake name."

"Oh," Sara Jane realized. "John Doe." They both chuckled, but the sound was cut off by an irritated Rose, who seemed to be very much not enjoying the exchange between the two.

"Why did you scream, Mickey?" She demanded, turning attention back to the reason they were all there. Unfortunately, Y/n did not miss the odd way the Doctor looked at him, confused by the interaction between the two.

Mickey seemed suddenly wanting to disappear. "Sorry, I uh..." He moved aside to let everyone see in. "You told me to investigate, so I started looking through these cupboards and all these fell out on me."

"Oh my god they're rats," Rose realized. "Dozens of rats. Vacuum-packed rats." Y/n had to agree with her wonder at it all.

"And you decided to scream?" The Doctor stood, looking at Mickey with a raised eyebrow.

"It took me by surprise," Mickey defended.

"Like a little girl?"

"It was dark! I was covered in rats!"

"Nine, maybe ten years old. I'm seeing pigtails, frilly skirt."

"To be fair," Y/n piped in, feeling this wasn't fair on Mickey. "There's a lot of tension and people tend to die on these adventures of ours. I don't blame Mickey for being tense." Seeing Sara Jane had put him in a rather good mood if he did say so himself, even if he refused to admit it. It countered his anxieties about having the Doctor's memories and brought him back to normal.

"Can we focus?" Was the nest thing said, and that came from Rose. "Has anyone noticed anything strange about this? Rats in school?"

"Well obviously they used them in biology lessons. They dissect them," Sarah Jane pointed out. "Or maybe you haven't reached that bit yet. How old are you?"

That took Y/n off guard, but before he could play peacemaker Rose shot back with, "Excuse me no one dissects rats in school anymore. They haven't done that for years. Where are from, the Dark Ages?"

"Anyway!" The Doctor butt in, looking between the two women with confusion. Y/n seemed to be the only one who got it, what was happening. "Moving on. Everything started when Mr. Finch arrived. We should go check his office."

"Actually." This time it was Y/n. "I found something, before we all got here. Rather convenient if you ask me, I won't lie. Now we can all go back together."

"And you're only saying this now?" The Doctor demanded.

Y/n rolled his eyes. "You shut your mouth. Between the jealousy wafting off of all four of you at all times and trying to keep the peace between all of it, I think I deserved a moment of silence for myself." Then he turned away, storming off toward the teacher's lounge where he'd seen the thing before.

"Jealousy?" the Doctor scoffed, offended. "I'm not- Y/n wait up!"

Y/n lead the way, the other four following. The Doctor was right behind Y/n, Sara Jane and Rose on either side of him and then Mickey behind them. As they walked, he heard, "I don't mean to be rude or anything, but who exactly are you?"

"Sara Jane Smith," she replied. "I used to travel with the Doctor."

"Oh!" Rose spoke with the voice that told Y/n she was getting pissed. The two women pushed ahead to be on either side of Y/n and even began to walk a little faster. Y/n didn't mind it, getting his kicks when they turned the wrong way at first and then had to catch up again. "Well, he's never mentioned you."

"That's it." Y/n stopped cold, the Doctor ramming into him. He ignored the man, facing the two women in the hallway. "You both listen to me. I'm not going to have you taking stabs at each other all night. Sara Jane, the Doctor didn't talk about you, but not because he doesn't care. He cares a lot, actually. Maybe two much. He's just got a lot on his plate at literally all times, and talking about his past hurts so he rarely does it - if ever. I already have to deal with the Doctor and Mickey, I won't tolerate this too. Sara Jane, you started this, and I want you to end it right now. Rose is just responding - neither which I condone by the way. Get your things in place." Then he turned back around and began walking again, leaving the other four to walk silently behind him for quite a stretch of time.

No one spoke again until they got to the teacher's lounge. "Maybe those rats were food," the Doctor thought aloud, actively trying to ignore the other two women and focus on Y/n, who seemed to be the only one with a level head tonight.

"Food for the gargoyle bats?" Y/n asked.

"Maybe, or-" but then the door opened and he looked around inside, and his voice died. "Rose, remember how you used to think all the teachers slept in school?" He began walking in, everyone filtering in after him. "Well, they do." Y/n was the only one who stayed out, already knowing what was inside.

Of those who went in, Mickey was the one who left first. He booked it out, causing everyone else to follow. He went right out the front doors, turning away from the school and catching his breath, hands on knees and eyes slammed close as he tried to shake the image of those things out of his head. "I am not going back in there," he stated firmly. "No way."

"Were those the teachers?" They were all out of breath, but Rose managed to look at the Doctor for more answers. He, however, was thinking it through, still trying to figure it out himself.

"When Finch arrived, he brought with him seven new teachers, four dinner ladies, and a nurse - thirteen. Thirteen big bat people." He looked back at the school. "Come on."

"You've got to be kidding me," Mickey complained.

"I need the TARDIS," the Doctor explained. "I've got to analyse that oil from the kitchen.

"I might be able to help you there," Sara Jane piped up. Rose rolled her eyes. "I've got something you should see." They all followed to her to her car, where she opened the trunk to reveal something covered in a blanket. The Doctor pulled it aside.

Two voices rang out at the same time. The first was the Doctor, which made sense. The second, unfortunately, was Y/n, who was yet again too caught off guard by surprise and too small a window of time to think clearly and stop himself. "K-9!"

Sarah Jane and the Doctor looked at Y/n, who was immediately struck with fear. God why did he have to have such a big mouth? By some mercy, Rose piped up before either of the two people now staring at Y/n with far too many question - none of which he was willing to answer - could begin asking. "Why does he look so... disco?"

That caught the Doctor's attention. "Oi!" He complained. "Listen, in the year 5000 this was cutting edge. What happened to him?"

Finally Sarah Jane looked away as well. "One day just... nothing," she answered.

"Didn't you try to get him repaired?" The Doctor sounded a little offended. It made Y/n smile to hear him whine like that.

"It's not like getting parts from a Mini Metro," Sara Jones pointed out, defending herself. "Besides, technology inside him could rewrite human science. I couldn't show him to anyone!"

"Ooh." The Doctor's voice dropped, speaking to K-9 as if the dog was alive and could hear him. Like one would speak to a real dog. "What has the nasty lady done to you?" It made Y/n smile even wider. God, he was rather adorable too, wasn't he? The Doctor reached up and scratched the metal behind where K-9's ears were. It was only then Y/n realized Rose and Mickey were confused by the whole show, rather than endeared. Y/n also noticed Sarah Jane, who stood up from where she'd been bent over before, giving Rose a look like she'd won something.

Y/n was about ready to lose it on the woman. Why couldn't these two just stop for one second and let the Doctor enjoy something? He didn't get to far too often. Before he could say something, Rose did. "Okay, could you two just stop petting for a minute? Never mind the tin dog, we're busy." With that, they all got into Sarah Jane's car and  headed to a nearby diner that was still open to fix K-9 so he could analyze the oil. There, the Doctor and Sarah Jane got acquainted once again. Y/n was too scared to reminisce with them, so he stayed by Rose and Mickey. Turns out, that was an even bigger mistake.

"You know what's really impressive is that she's been here an hour and I still haven't said I told you so," Mickey mouthed off.

Y/n felt his anger boil. "Probably because you didn't tell anyone anything, and you're just being a dick."

Mickey glared. The pair had only gotten hostile a few times, but had always been calmed by Rose. Rose, it seemed, was not in the mood to play peacemaker. It had been Y/n's role for too long now. "I'm sorry, YOU look at them then. Tell me that they weren't just like Rose and the Doctor."

Y/n absolutely noticed how Mickey cut Y/n out of that equation. Had she not told him the specifics, or was he just being extra petty? "Okay yes, Sara Jane traveled with the Doctor just like me and Rose do now, and things... were between them. Sort of." He scoffed. "But that was ages ago. Neither of them feel that way anymore, they're just nostalgic. The Doctor disappeared on Sarah Jane one day and just never returned. She thought he was dead, and he's been carrying that unfinished business with him ever since. There's been no closure." He sighed. "Can you imagine, Rose? Nine hundred years he's been alive, and you want him to have spent the majority of that all by himself, after watching his entire planet be destroyed? Think about how he was before we came in his life. How lonely it had to be. When the Doctor gets left alone like that... he gets too much in his head. He gets too fixated on his power and potential and how in control he is. His species is like a god to most others, and he's the last. If he'd been alone all this time, it would have gone to hid head long ago and he wouldn't be the man we know and love. Not even a shadow of him."

Rose didn't seemed cheered by that like Y/n thought, though her body did relax and her expression changed. She was still rather grim, but rather than with jealousy toward Sarah Jane, it was... worry. Confusion. All toward Y/n. "Why do you say that like you know? Like... you were there?"

Y/n didn't have an answer for that. Not one he wanted to share. "I..." He looked away. His mind was blank and he didn't know what to say. In that moment, he began speaking. "Can you imagine what its like to watch your family die right in front of you?" The room was suddenly quite silent, other than the Doctor and Sarah Jane still chatting in the background. "He has the weight of universes on his shoulders. The weight of time and space as a whole. All that ever was and will be. What is, and what can never be. He has it all in his head, swirling around in there waiting to swallow him whole. Think about how incredibly smart he is. No one is that smart anymore. Everyone we've met whose that smart was... lost, in a way. Knowledge is power, but power unused is a waste. Remember the Daleks? Just as clever as him, unable to handle the weight of emotions that comes with it, so they stripped it all away to just survive. They got so arrogant and so obsessed with the power of their minds they stopped really living, labeled themselves as the superior species, and going around destroying worlds with billions of people on it as a past time, for fun, because they legitimately believe that anything other than them is inferior and therefore needs to be destroyed. Can you imagine if it was just one of them? Alone, for hundreds of years. No one can match his intelligence or capability. When he fails, everyone else panics because he's the one we depend on to always have the answers and get it all done. he leads and everyone follows. If they know his real power, they usually do so without question and they'd be right to. The Doctor's wrath is unmatched, and his power is limitless, and without someone there to check him he'd have been lost long ago. It's just fact, Rose, and not hard to piece together. Pain changes people, and no one has been through more than the Doctor. If he wanted to, he could destroy everyone. Everything. But he doesn't, because he has people around him to remind him what is important past just facts and figures. Past logic and fixed points in time. I think that's why he likes humans so much. We remind each other."

"Two quid, love." Three pairs of eyes snapped to the side as Rose remembered why she was at this counter. She took her food with one hand, paying with the other. The trio all gathered their thoughts before heading over to a table for three, sitting down so Rose could eat her chips.

"Do you think he's only into us because of that?" Rose asked softly. "Because we ground him?"

Y/n smiled to himself. "No, not at all. I understand him. He hasn't been understood by someone stable and sane for a long time. It's usually the worst people who know what he's been through, or the people who had so much potential but have tragic endings. It's... disheartening, to say the least." He looked at Rose. "He likes you because you're all the best humanity has to offer. You care, loudly, and you do everything with your heart and never your head. You... you're the opposite of him, I guess. You're so much good. All of the good, even. A little reckless and loud, with a bleeding heart and a determination that can never be put out even in the bleakest of scenarios." Rose blushed and Y/n cleared his throat, looking away. "You know, he probably misses how big his family used to be. So many people fit in the TARDIS. I think... even if she does stay longer-"

"You think he'll invite her to come along with us?" Rose asked.

A shrug was all she got for a few seconds. "She knows things already. They had good times, the two of them. You can tell from the way she smiles at her. He gives himself to everyone he travels with, even if its just a little because they're not around long. It's like coming home to an old friend from your childhood. One who was a beacon of light in a world of darkness. Like if you and I lost touch and didn't talk for years. When you saw me again, still on good terms and missing how things used to be between us. Wouldn't you want that to not end?"

Rose didn't like that answer. Y/n thought he'd probably spoken enough at this point and the trio sat in quiet as the Doctor fixed K-9 and Rose ate her chips.

The next thing they knew, the Doctor was jumping up from his table as the robotic dog whirred to life. "All right!" he exclaimed. "Now we're in business."

"Master," K-9 said, in an electronic voice that brought memories back to Y/n he shouldn't have.

"He recognizes me!" the Doctor crooned, grinning at Sarah Jane.

"Affirmative," K-9 spoke again.

"Rose." The Doctor turned around to face the three humans sat away from him and Sarah Jane. "Give us the oil." AT his call, the three rose and joined him so Rose could hand over the little jar she'd collected earlier from the school. He took it, opened it, and went to dip a finger in to scoop it out.

Rose stopped him. "I wouldn't touch it though, that dinner lady got all scorched."

"I'm no dinner lady," the Doctor declared in such a serious voice that Y/n almost laughed. "And I don't often say that," the man added, eyes taking in Y/n's amusement. He then dipped a finger in with no harm at all, smearing the oil onto K-9's censor. "Here we go," the Doctor encouraged as K-9 began to beep. "Come on boy here we go."

K-9 spoke again, his words stuttered. "Oil extract..." he began. He seemed to be struggling. "Analyzing."

"Listen to him man," Mickey chuckled. "That's a voice!"

"Careful," the Doctor warned. "That's my dog."

Y/n smiled to himself. For a second he imagined the Doctor in a life different than this. A life the Doctor wanted but would never be allowed to live. One he never let himself think about. A life in a house, a ring on his finger and a dog barking in the front lawn. Children... It would be a nice life. Y/n could see the man playing with that dog as he did K-9, but more. Just fun, rather than gaining knowledge and analyzing data and running into danger head first. He'd have so much fun with a real dog... That life though. Y/n tried to imagine the Doctor really in it. Settling down in a house of his own. Getting a job. It would be a happy life. A stable and safe life. It would not be a life that really fit him though. The Doctor is and always would be a traveler. It was a life he'd chosen for himself, on purpose. One that fit him.

He felt eyes on him and looked over, locking eyes with Sarah Jane. Her gaze widened as she saw that familiar thing in Y/n again. The thing, she now realized, she always saw when she looked at the Doctor. She recalled her surprise when the Doctor had revealed himself to not be Y/n, realizing that the first time they'd talked, she'd subconsciously thought Y/n and the Doctor the same man. She searched Y/n's should, trying to understand. Y/n saw a question that startled him.

Are you a Timelord?

She seemed to ask it silently, scanning Y/n's face for signs. But there wouldn't be, even if Y/n was. Of course he wasn't... and yet. The question was warranted. What made a man who changed faces and personalities and age and ethnicity every time he died? Who became a new man over and over again, over hundreds of years? Other than the obvious biology that kept him consistently a Timelord no matter what face he took, the thing that made the Doctor was his memories. His mind. The way he saw life and knew things that should be impossible. If that was what made Timelords special - what made the Doctor special - did Y/n having that knowledge somehow make him special too? No, he wasn't a Timelord, but he did have a very significant piece of one locked inside of him. He had a whole other person in his mind, with a life he never lived and people he never met.

So no, technically, Y/n was not a Timelord. Not biologically. But perhaps... perhaps just a little, in away, he was. What an interesting thought.

"Are you two coming?"

The pair looked over to see Mickey, and an even more surprising sight. The Doctor, looking between Y/n and Sarah Jane with the same look that Rose wore for Sarah Jane and the Doctor. With... jealousy? Well that made absolutely no sense.

"Yeah," Y/n responded, realizing everyone else was headed back out again. "Sorry, I missed that last bit. What's happening now?"

"We'll update you on the way," the Doctor dismissed, seeming suddenly rather far away. They all left the diner and piled in the car again. During the drive, the empty spaces in the missed conversation were filled in and everyone was caught up. First to be dropped off was Mickey, then the Rose, the Doctor, and Y/n, who always stayed at Rose's when they needed to. Jackie never minded.

The night was stretching on and Y/n couldn't sleep. There was a spare room that Mickey sometimes slept in, which the Doctor took now on Y/n's insistence. They'd agreed on switching off nights, and tonight was Y/n's turn on the couch. Perhaps that was what gave Rose the courage to come into the room and face Y/n. "I can't sleep."

Y/n sat up. "Neither can I. Want to watch a movie and drink something warm?"

The blond shook her head. "Can I just... lay with you? We don't have to sleep or stay awake. I just don't want to be alone." Y/n scooted, making room for her. He patted the spot next to him, where she settled. After a second she leaned into Y/n, and he let his arm wrap around her, pulling her into his side. "You know, I've been playing it off but... there really will be a time after me, for you two. You don't die, and he... he's lives hundreds of years, I'm sure he'll be here after I die. Do you think - I mean, he and her were close once too. Do you think he'll forget me like he did her? He doesn't even talk about her anymore. I just-"

Y/n held her tighter. "He doesn't forget anyone, Rose. Really he doesn't. It's just like I said before - it hurts him to talk about his past. If he lingers in what he misses, he drowns in the sadness of all he's lost. I- you're different, I think. If not for him definitely for me. Maybe I do have forever ahead of me, but there's nothing like your first love. You'll always be with me, Rose, I promise you." Y/n sighed. "I can't speak for him though. You should talk to him yourself, after all this is done."

Rose didn't respond. Wrapped in each other's arms and held together by a promise that Y/n meant with all of his being, they finally relaxed and fell asleep.

The next morning, they all had to go back to school. They weren't wasting time pretending to do their jobs this time though. They didn't know what was happening, or when it would get worse, and no cover was worth the life of another student if they took too long.

"Rose, Sarah, you two go to the maths room and crack open those computers. I need to see the hardware inside." He took out his sonic screwdriver, handing it to Rose. "Here, you might need this. Y/n, you keep an eye on the kids. I don't want anymore to go missing. Mickey, surveillance. I want you outside."

"Just stand outside?" Mickey asked, confused.

"Here, take these." Sarah tossed Mickey her keys. "You can keep K-9 company."

"Don't forget to leave the window open a crack," the Doctor called back as Mickey walked back to the car.

"What? He's metal!" Mickey threw back.

"I didn't mean for him!" the Doctor replied. He shot a smile at Y/n, but this time Y/n did not give one back. Making fun of Mickey was losing his touch. This whole thing was getting to Y/n and he couldn't find much amusing at the moment. He'd been thinking nonstop about what he would do if Rose- I guess, WHEN Rose left them. It was a terrible thought and he very much hated it, but he couldn't shake it either.

Rose cut in on his thoughts by asking the Doctor, "What are you going to do?"

The Doctor's smile dropped as he got serious. "It's time I had a word with Mr. Finch."

That was where they parted ways. Y/n drifted through the halls, hovering around the principal's office when the man wasn't around, and then heading outside when it was break time. The alarm went off for everyone to go inside far too early and Y/n hesitated, staying back, as the kids rushed back into the building again. He had a horrible feeling in his gut. What was about to happen?

A hand rested on Y/n's arm. He looked over to see Kenny, to his relief. "Sir..." the boy hesitated. "Have you gotten any closer to stopping the bat people?"

Y/n smiled, nodding in reassurance. "Much. I promise, we're just about to figure it out. Go to class Kenny, I swear we've got this handled."

"We?" Kenny asked.

"Yeah, me and some friends. Uh, you know the blonde lunch lady with lots of attitude, and the physics teacher?"

Kenny stepped back. "You're one of them."

"What?" Y/n stepped toward him, but the boy stumbled away even further. "No, Kenny, I'm-" but Kenny didn't wait for an explanation. He just turned and ran. Y/n wanted to go after him, but couldn't. It wouldn't help much, and he had to keep an eye on the children - especially now that things seemed about ready to hit the fan. So, instead, he counted his losses and jogged into the building to see all the kids filtering into classrooms with computers that light up with green screens. He couldn't go into any of them without crossing a teacher he knew was one of the bad guys though, so he headed on and on until he found the room with the others in it.

Rose was there to greet him. "You were right." He paused, unsure how to proceed after that. She did it for him. "Sarah and I talked. She's pretty cool actually. We decided to stop fighting."

Y/n did smile at that. "I'm glad to hear it." Rose took his hand, turning and walking toward the Doctor, pulling Y/n after her. She seemed to be hovering between helping him - which she really couldn't do - and watching the doorway to make sure no children came in, which is probably what she was told to do. None of them seemed to be making much headway in any direction.

Suddenly the screens light up with green light and words that none of them could understand. Well, none of them bu the Doctor surely, whose eyes seemed to scan the screen, taking up as much as he could as it all raced across the screen almost too quick to read.

"Well, you wanted the program," Sarah sighed. "There it is."

"Some sort of code," the Doctor whispered. After a second, he stepped forward. "No... No, they can't be."

"What is it?" Y/n asked gently.

"The Skasas Paradigm," the Doctor finally said aloud. "They're trying to crack the Skasas Paradigm."

"The Skasis what?" Sarah rightfully asked.

The Doctor struggled to explain. "The god-maker. The universal theory. Crack that equation and you've got control over the building blocks of the universe. Time and space and matter, yours to control."

"What, and the kids are like a giant computer?" Rose asked, horrified.

"Yes." The Doctor seemed to not like the answer, but not just in a general way. None of them liked this, but the Doctor seemed to hate this. On a personal level. He suddenly turned away from it, not wanting to see it anymore. "And their learning power is being accelerated by the oil! That oil from the kitchens, it works as a conducting agent, it makes the kids cleverer."

The other women turned to watch the Doctor pace, but Y/n watched the screen, as if transfixed. His mind felt a little far away. He felt that same thing he'd sensed in the Doctor. He didn't just not like this. He hated it. He loathed this entire thing. "But why?" It came out soft and quiet. Maybe even a little broken. He finally looked at the Doctor, finding confusion among all the anger surging through him. "That's not living, controlling everything. It's not experiencing or learning or anything. It's... creating a world for others to live in. What's the fun in knowing what's going to happen next and controlling everything to go your way? Makes it so much more fun to improvise. Makes it... better. Life is meant to be experienced, not... I mean, authors don't experience their stories, readers do. Characters. Why would anyone choose to be the author?"

The Doctor almost smiled. "Because life is hard and scary. Some people don't want to live through that fear and struggle. They forget the fun and the thrill and the adventure, and they destroy it in favor of getting rid of those hardships. That's what so many living beings forget. You can't have happiness without sadness. They create each other. It's no fun to be the smartest in the room. To know everything and having been everywhere. The fun is in the confusion. In the chaos. In the complete lack of control."

"Okay nice psychology and all," Rose interrupted, breaking the two men away from their locked eyes and racing minds as they connected yet again in a way she missed. "But that oil, I mean, that's been on the chips. Y/n and I have been eating them."

Immediately the Doctor faced her, shooting, "What's 59 times 35?"

Without hesitation, Rose replied with the exact sane tone, "2065." He tilted his head and she added, "Oh my god." Y/n found himself enjoying this. There was still that anger, but it wasn't affecting him negatively. It cleared his mind and got his heart racing. He felt his body speeding up, and his mind running faster than it ever had before.

Y/n's anger was only fueling him, and now he was smarter than ever. Nothing could stop him.

"But why use children?" Sarah asked. "Can't they use adults?"

"The god-maker needs imagination to crack it," Y/n answered without thinking. He had tapped into the Doctor's knowledge long ago, soaking in every detail running through the Doctor's head up until the day Rose Tyler and Bad Wolf and the Doctor's new regeneration. He'd been holding back so much, afraid of exposing himself, but now he was rushing on adrenaline and smarter than ever. Not only did he have the information, but he could understand it, and there was none of his usual and there was none of his usual anxieties stopping him. "Name one adult with imagination. Real imagination. Enough to create lives and worlds and universes - stories, or games. Enough to look at one thing and see something magical. Nearly impossible in adults. Much easier to get from children."

Y/n's energy made the Doctor pause. "Precisely," he affirmed softly. Sarah and Rose both seemed surprised as well. "They're not just using the childrens' brains to break the code..." He calmed significantly, turning to the other three with a grim expression. "They're using their souls."

That. That was what Y/n had been so angry about. It clicked as the Doctor said it.

Just in time, they had a visitor. "Let the lesson begin." Y/n swung around, coming face to face with the one person Y/n wanted to see the most. "Think of it, Doctor. With the paradigm solved, reality becomes clay in our hands. We can shape the universe and improve it."

"What a rubbish idea," Y/n sassed, rolling his eyes. "The universe isn't meant to be controlled."

"The whole of creation with the face of Mr. Finch," the Doctor agreed, scoffing. "Call me old fashioned, I like things the way they are."

Mr. Finch seemed annoyed by that. "You act like such a radical and yet all you want to do is preserve the old order."

"What's wrong with the old order?" Y/n demanded hotly.

Finally Mr. Finch looked at Y/n. He paused, his eyes roaming to the Doctor again and then back to Y/n. He seemed stunned a second. Only Y/n knew why. Just as Sarah had before, Mr. Finch saw the same look in Y/n's eyes as he saw in the Doctor's. The aged look of one who had been through too much for too long and was still trying to keep going. Keep going despite a small voice at the back of the mind that begged for peace and quiet. One that would never be listened to, because peace and quiet was too terrifying and too many people needed help.

When Mr. Finch spoke next, he spoke to Y/n and the Doctor both. "Think of the changes that could be made if this power was used for good."

Immediately the Doctor was ready with a snappy response. "What, by someone like you?" Y/n let out a sound that was halfway between a scoff and a laugh in agreement.

"No," was Mr. Finch's answer though, taking both of the other men slightly by surprise. "Someone like you." There was a split second of quiet so thick it was nearly suffocating. Mr. Finch cut it off rather quickly. "The paradigm gives us power but you could give us wisdom. Become a god, at my side." He took a step closer to the Doctor. Y/n did the same, but his movements were protective, rather than an attempt to convince. To break. "Imagine what you could do. Think of the civilizations you could save. Perganon, Ascinta - your own people, Doctor. Standing tall." The Timelords, reborn."

"That's not right." Y/n stood straight, that anger in him again even stronger, but this time because he knew how much this hurt the Doctor and he couldn't bear it. This wasn't fair, and Y/n was tired of the Doctor dealing with things that weren't fair. "Everything has its time. Everything ends eventually. The Timelords earned their ending the same as everyone does. How could you ask that of him? It would be chaos. There would be no balance. True chaos. Living forever is painful, and defying death is unnatural."

"Nature, reality, chaos, balance - this could all be ours to change. The rules can be different," Mr. Finch pointed out in response. "You could be anything you wanted to be. You could get those memories out of your head."

Y/n felt all his energy drain. He kept his eyes away from the Doctor, staring purposefully at Mr. Finch while the Doctor shot lasers at the side of Y/n's head. "There's so much you don't understand. You asked for wisdom, and you're ignoring it as its given to you. This isn't some kind of play pretend. This isn't a fantasy that you get to make into a paradise where you always win. You have to lose sometimes, because other people get to win sometimes too. Life's hard and complicated and long and it sucks, but only because we have to hurt in order to know the bliss of not hurting. There's balance. There's fairness. Not always, because sometimes even fairness has to be overruled by unfairness. But that's how it goes. Everyone gets their time, and its short because there's only so much time to give. If one person's time doesn't end, there will be no more time to give to anyone else - don't you understand?"

"I do understand," Mr. Finch sighed. His eyes moved to Sarah and Rose. "You four... clinging to each other, knowing you will eventually have to part ways. This way, it'll never have to happen. No aging or death or going away. No more goodbyes." He looked at the Doctor. "How lonely you must be, Doctor, after a lifetime of one goodbye after another. You can finally make it stop." He looked at Y/n. "You can stop the hurt, for all of them. You who speaks with wisdom you shouldn't have. Who relives over and over again pain and misery that isn't yours. You can make it go away. You can forget all of it. Erase it. Undo it. Make it never happen. Happy, forever. Join us."

"I could save everyone." Y/n looked away, closing his eyes as the Doctor spoke.

"Yes," Mr. Finch encouraged.

"I could stop the war." He grew quiet, thinking about that. Imagining Gallifrey. Seeing it in his memories, but... better. As he is now, Rose and Y/n by his side. His family and friends, returned. His home gloriously breathtaking once more. Y/n could see it too, and... he couldn't speak for the Doctor this time. He knew what he would do if the situations were reserved, and he'd already said his piece. This wasn't his to have an opinion on.

Sarah Jane disagreed. "No," she argued. "The universe has to keep moving forward. "Pain and loss, it defines us. Y/n was right - we need it. Just as much as happiness and love. Whether it's a world or a relationship. Everything will have an end when the time comes. Y/n... knows." She looked at Y/n then, and he turned away from her too. In those last two words was more than what seemed to be there at first. She was not speaking about him knowing loss as she did. She was saying that he knew loss as the Doctor did. Y/n was right, she seemed to beg them all to understand. He knew better than all of them.

Suddenly the Doctor picked up a chair, rushing forward and chucking it at the screen on the wall and shattering it. They all took off running, trying to get as far away from Finch as they could. They ran and ran until they met Mickey, who asked questions there was no time to answer as the others like Finch crawled the halls, screeching and taking off after the Doctor and his companions. So they turned and ran a new direction that took them to the lunchroom. The doors were locked, and right behind them were Finch and the others. This wasn't seeming to be going their way.

"Are those the teachers?" The question came from Kenny, who Y/n had missed joining the group with Mickey when they'd all been running.

"Yeah, sorry." That came from the Doctor. Kenny and Y/n locked eyes and smiled at another. Whatever had been complicated before had been cleared up now - it was obvious whose side Y/n was on.

"We need either the Doctor or the other man alive. Y/n. Just one." Finch looked right at both men as he said their names, and got back a glare in response from both. "As for the others... you can feast."

And so began the fight for their lives. Creature came swooping down from the sky as they all scattered, trying to avoid getting caught in the way of claws or teeth. The Doctor grabbed a chair. Y/n stole his sonic screwdriver and slid toward the door, trying to get it unlocked. It was a hard time as Y/n kept getting almost attacked. At one point, he wasn't fast enough. He turned his back and pressed the sonic screwdriver to the door, trying to work on it. He was too distracted to see the claws aimed for his back. Rose only had time to scream Y/n's name before there was a loud. high pitched sound and a shot of red from the corner of Y/n's eye. He spun around to see K-9. The dog had shot the thing from the sky, killing it, and saving Y/n's life.

Unfortunately, that only seemed to anger Finch more.

Abandoning the door, they took off in a different direction that was open now that K-9 had taken one of them out. They shot off and hesitated only a moment to collect their thoughts. They couldn't run forever - they needed a plan.

As always, it was the Doctor who thought of something. "It's the oil!" He realized. "Krillitane life forms can't handle the oil! That's it! They've changed their physiology so much that even their own oil is toxic to them. How much was there in the kitchen?" He asked Rose in a rush.

"Barrels of it," she responded.

Just then, the Krillitanes made their presence known as they began to scratch and rip at the door separating Krillitane from human... and Doctor.

"We have to get into the kitchen," the Doctor began. "Mickey-"

Mickey had some sass of his own bottled up though. "What now?" he demanded. "Hold the coats?"

Y/n shot him a glare, and Mickey stuck his tongue out in response. The Doctor didn't waste time, instead ordering, "Get all the children unplugged and out of the school. Now then, bats. Bats, bats. How do we fight bats?" To that question, Kenny had an answer. Without saying anything, he hit the fire alarm. The Doctor looked around and then grinned, a laugh of victory coming from him. The rest of the group smiled as well.

With the enemy distracted, they all took off running past the door that had kept them from escaping, right past the Krillitane who were now all on the ground in pain. They ran and ran toward the kitchens. Along the way, K-9 joined them as well. The whole group was back together, and Y/n found his heart swelling as he took in the crowd. This was how it was supposed to be. A group, friends and partners, all there and caring for the Doctor and helping him save the world however many times it needed saving.

In the kitchens, they ran into a problem that quickly wiped away Y/n's good feelings. "They're all deadlock sealed, I can't open them," the Doctor told the others as he tried to use his screwdriver to open up the oil cans. "Finch must have done it."

K-9 had the answer this time. "The vats would not withstand a direct hit from my laser, but my batteries are failing."

"Right," the Doctor picked up again. "Everyone out the back door. K-9, stay with me." Y/n hesitated, but Rose caught his arm and the Doctor shot him a direct look, as if knowing he would try and stay. So he turned and he ran and he hated every second of it.

They were outside now... which meant they were safe, but also that if the Doctor needed help they had no way of getting to him.

When the Doctor came outside, there was a wave of relief inside Y/n... until Sarah Jane asked a question that made his heart plummet. "Where's K-9?"

"We need to run," was the Doctor's response as he deadlocked the door behind them so none could go back.

"Where is he?" Sarah asked again. This time Y/n was needed to grab her hand and pull her away, knowing she didn't want to move and probably wouldn't without help. "What have you done?" she demanded as Y/n dragged her along on their dash for safety. Behind them, there was an explosion.

Y/n and Sarah both stopped short, eyes on the building and pain in their eyes. The Doctor turned to Sarah to comfort her. Y/n tried to get used to this feeling. Having feelings that should not belong to him. Experiencing loss for people he didn't know. No one turning to him to comfort him, because he shouldn't need comfort to begin with.

"I'm sorry," the Doctor apologized to Sarah Jane.

"It's alright," she responded, standing tall. "He was just a daft metal dog - it's fine, really." Her voice broke with emotion and Y/n felt his heart fall. He turned away from the others to hide it. No matter what adrenaline he was on and how much he hated hiding things from the Doctor and Rose, hiding pain from others was still one of his core responses.

With the whole thing over, it was time to go. Y/n hated goodbyes. After today - after thinking about a world without them - Y/n had enough of them for now. He went further into the TARDIS into the room he'd claimed for when they eventually had to sleep. Where he kept his stuff and such. He stayed there until the sounds of the TARDIS started up and he knew they were taking off and headed for the next adventure.

Only one thing bothered him now: how long could he keep knowing the Doctor's past quiet now? After everything that had happened was beginning to add up... how long would it be before the Doctor put it together? Or someone else?

Y/n was running out of time.

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The Spare - Chapter 4

Hello fellow people, here comes the fourth chapter of my fic. As always, this is a spinn-off of @lumosinlove Sweater-Weather, so the universe belongs to her, while the Harry Potter characters beling to JKR.

Please be careful if you feel triggered by past abuse topics.

Chapter 4

With an exasperated huff, Regulus chucked The Hobbit into a corner of his room.

After realising that no one even seemed to know of the existence of the light fiction in the library, he began to keep all relevant books he found in his room. By now, the stack on the floor was reaching his hip. But whatever he did, he could not distract himself from the impending game against the Lions this evening. He had neither seen nor heard from Sirius since the draft, he did not expect a call, and was rather indecisive on how to react to his brother.

It was the first time the brothers played against each other in an actual game, in the NHL no less. Of course, everyone supplied their unrequested suggestions, or rather demands. The Death Eaters wanted him to rile Sirius up, taking his focus off the game. His parents insisted that he had to outshine his brother, presenting himself as the genuine heir of Orion Black.

God forbid anyone considering to ask me about that, Regulus mused.

It was not his very first game in the NHL but surely the most sensational so far. The media was all but hyped about the game but the 'Brother Rivalry' overshadowed by the 'Captain Rivalry' and Sirius' broken ankle. He was relieved that Severus took up so much media presence but he did not fool himself. A lot of eyes were going to be on him. Hence his indetermination.

Following the Death Eaters lead to distract Sirius with chirping and slurs was not a viable option. He would probably rise in their graces but also draw public attention for gamesmanship, without doubt overshadowing his actual hockey performance, which he wanted to be noticed for. Of course, his parents would not appreciate Regulus taunting Sirius either. They wanted him put Sirius to shame by performance, not immature behaviour.

They expected Regulus to outrank the Captain of the rivalling team with six years of NHL experience is his sixth-ever game. Personal relations be damned, this is a hideous demand, Regulus scoffed, finally giving up on distracting himself from his brother and stepping into the shower.

Regardless of how hard he tried, he would always be seen in relation to Sirius. Thank you, brother. You just have to fart to overshadow my life. Merde... connard stupide!

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It hadn’t always been like that, Regulus had to acknowledge. As small boy he looked up to his bigger brother. He cared for him in a different way than their parents. While they clothed, fed and trained him, Sirius was the one who hugged and comforted Regulus when their father scolded him for being shy and introverted.

“A hockey player does not hide in corners!”, Orion used to spit, his patience always on the meagre side.

Sirius loved him in a different way than Walburga and Orion, cheering him up instead of punishing him when he messed up.

“You need to toughen up, boy” his father explained one day, “You have been pampered too much. Crying and asking for cuddles is for girls.”  

But his older brother would hear nothing of it. Sirius instructed Regulus to sneak into Sirius' bed after nightmares and during stormy nights. Thinking of it now, Regulus realised that he must have been as much of a comfort for Sirius as the other way around.

From the beginning of Regulus life, Sirius was famous for his talent but it did not affect their relationship until he was getting prepared for a professional career as soon as he turned twelve; spending the summers in training camps and receiving additional private lessons at the rink in their basement. They saw each other infrequently and Sirius was mostly too tired for playing with Regulus if he got a bit of spare time. That did not stop them from secretly snuggling up in bed.

However, their dynamics began to shift as the rising success of his brother took up all attention from their parents. Whatever concerned Sirius was more important and Regulus began to feel a constant sting of jealousy souring his mood. Then puberty hit Sirius hard, causing him to rebel against his tight schedule. Regulus was eight when he began asking Sirius to obey just to make their parents stop beating him and nine when Sirius gave in.

Daft fool, Regulus thought while scrubbing his hair with a bar of soap. If he had just kept his head down... but that wasn't Sirius.

Well, Regulus was able to learn from other people’s mistakes, kept quiet and secured himself a comparingly unbothered time. At least for a while.

Sirius draft to no other team than the Gryffindor Lions had had a severe impact, not only on Sirius' life. He remembers his brothers’ conflict after the call: The excitement from being picked first over all from a strong team mingled with the dread from their parent’s wrath concerning the particular team. Back then, Regulus did not understand the uproar. He was twelve, hadn't learned about the end of his father’s career and wanted his brother to be happy for living his dream. God, he even sneaked in a Lions hat for Sirius. Mrs. Kreacher, albeit reluctantly, bought the item during her weekly errands. Their ancient house-maid always had a soft spot for calm little Regulus that did not extend to his boisterous older brother, but making Regulus happy seemed to outweigh her reservations.

Once Sirius had left to live with the Dumais family, Regulus suddenly became the sole focus of their parent’s energy. As he was twelve, he was subjected to the same extensive training as Sirius and while he was absolutely able to hold a candle to his older brother, it was nothing to knock their parents' socks off. Sirius had already been there and Regulus keeping up was just expected, business as usual, not a big deal.

Eventually, learned what ended Orion’s hockey career. A centre of the Lions had sent him crashing into the boards, causing irreparable damage to his father’s spine. And while his father had to leave the rink forever, the other player wasn't even penalised. This put the drama about Sirius draft into perspective. Still, Regulus missed his brother immensely but after two years of dwindling visits, he got annoyed. Sirius rare calls more and more turned into chorus of praise for his team and especially the Dumais'. He was more and more badmouthing their upbringing and telling Regulus off for defending their parents. "Tu ne comprends pas, Reg." You don't understand. Of course, he never understood, did he? Little naive Reg did not just see how his brother went and found himself a better family, preferring to spend his time with them instead of his actual family, with him. No, Reg was not left-behind, he did just not understand!

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“Je serai toujours ton frère, Reg!” Oh, fuck you!

It has been several weeks since he allowed all the memories and feelings concerning his brother to surface and it always hurt him but for now, he would channel the feelings of abandonment, anger and disappointment into determination. He would at least try and make his parents proud, would treat Sirius as much as any other player as he could, brother or not.

“Hockey is about winning, not fun, not comradery!”, his father used to stress constantly.

Regulus took that to heart. He stepped out of the shower, very wrinkly but ready to let his performance speak for him.

Soo that was chapter 4 for you, I hope you enjoyed it. Stay save and channel your inner Hufflepuff

[boyy-wonder-grayson]

Dust in the wind (part 1)

Summary: Dick and the reader are celebrating their wedding went something unexpected happens. This is basically the plot for infinity war but with Dick.

Requested: yes by  @bub

Parings: Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings: angst, character death, implied smut but nothing really

Notes: Sorry for any mistakes and thanks for the awesome prompt i’m happy enough with what i came with so hopefully you guys enjoy it too!

*gifs belings to @riseofnightwing​

The dark blue curtains billowed as the gentle breeze of the morning summer came pushing through them. Dick had just woken up from a deep sleep that left him surprisingly well rested. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and grabbed his phone from underneath his pillow. 7.45 am it read, it was still early to start the day, so he stayed in bed for a little while. He soon fall asleep with the sound of the waves crashing down into the shore. He woke up, for the second time, around 10 am. He felt a hot body pressed to his side and when the sleep finally left his body, he realised that his girlfriend was clinging onto his side. One of her arms was draped across his chest while the other was underneath her head. She was snoring lightly -a fact she would deny till death- and her hair was sprawled on her face. Dick chuckled at the sight of the sleeping woman and pushed her hair out of her face trying hard not to wake her up, but failing. She stirred awake and looked at Dick with a sleepy grin on her face "morning you" she said moving closer to Dick despite the hot weather. He couldn't understand how she was not dying in this heat, it was 10am and he was already sweating. Dick didn't like hot weather. At all. But he was not going to complain when her best friends and teammates decided that he and Y/n needed a well deserved vacation from the craziness that San Francisco had to offer on a daily basis. 

"Wanna go get breakfast?" He asked her kissing her forehead and untangling himself from her grasp to get a better look at her. Even with her hair sticking up in all directions and her eyes half closed, Dick thought that she was the prettiest girl in the world. 

She grumbled in response and rolled over to get out of the bed 

"I'm gonna take a shower" she said rummaging through her clothes looking for something clean enough to wear. They were on vacation there was no way they were doing laundry. "And you're joining me" she finished looking over her shoulder and throwing Dick a seductive wink. This made Dick sprint to the bathroom running after her. She squealed when Dick picked her up and threw her  under the cold water. 

He lived for moments like this; where the only thing that could happen to them was to run out of food. Dick promised himself, and her, that they would make the most out of this mini vacation, and he was going to fulfill that promise. 

He got out of the shower first, leaving her alone to actually take a shower. With a towel around his waist he sat down in front of his bag and looked through it for the black velvet box. Inside of it was a beautiful ring. He put it on his jeans pocket and got dressed.

That day he was going to propose to Y/n. It's been long overdue and he was scared shitless, but excited at the same time.

After a big breakfast that included almost everything on the menu -because they were on vacation goddammit they were going to eat until they exploded - they decided to go to the beach to enjoy some summer sun and maybe swim a little bit.  They picked a spot away from everyone and settled on the sand. Dick wasn't a fan of the beach to be honest, but when she gave him puppy eyes and pouted her lips there was no way in hell, he would say no. 

It was night time when Dick's plan took action. They were going to eat at some not-so-fancy-restaurant and when the night would come to an end, he would propose.

Nearing the end of the evening, Dick and Y/n walked hand in hand on their way back to the hotel. Dick kissed her intertwined hands and stopped in front of a little plaza near the hotel. The place was beautiful, full of flowers and trees. 

"Y/n I've have been meaning to ask you something and to be honest I don't know how to start" he laughed "we've been together for almost four years and they were the happiest four years of my life" he said looking at her straight in the eyes.

"Yeah they were okay" Y/n joked making Dick rolled his eyes

"I'm trying to be romantic here" he complained trying to suppress a smile.

"Like I've said, those four year have been the best of my life, and it all comes down to one essential factor in my happiness: you" he reached inside his pocket for the back box. He kneeled in front of her and Y/n was trying real hard not to cry, but failed miserably. 

"So what do you say? Will you marry me?" He asked. Y/n was sobbing by now, trying to contain her happiness but it was just too much. She nodded furiously and let Dick put the beautiful ring on her finger. He got up and pressed a kiss on her mouth a wiping her tears away, trying not to cry himself.

"I love you so much Dick" she said kissing all over his face. "So, so much".

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It's been three months since Dick proposed to her and the preparations for the wedding where making her insane. There were so many things she needed to take care of. The venue, the cake, flowers, everything, and the most important item: the dress. To be honest she wasn't really expecting to ever get married specially in her line of work. Heroes don't tend to live enough to get married and have a family, but for some divine reason she got lucky enough to meet Dick. 

It was a good thing her father in law was a billionaire and offered to take care of all the expenses. Still, she didn't want a big wedding. Just the team, Bruce and of course Alfred. She didn't want to draw unwanted attention either. A superhero wedding? Yeah that kind of stuff draws the attention of the worst kind of people, so she opted for something simpler. Dawn and Donna and even Rachel helped her with most of the details,like which flowers did she want for her bouquet,or what kind of flavour the cake was going to be. Doing this kind of task gave her a sense of normality that she didn't have much of in her life. None of them had it, so everyone jumped to the opportunity to take their minds off of their hectic lives.  Even the boys would help.

Y/n was getting already under the covers when Dick got out of the shower. She was too engrossed with whatever was on her phone that she didn't realized that Dick had been staring at her for the past minute. When she finally put her phone down she noticed the weird look in her boyfriend's eyes

"What's up?" What are you looking at me like that?" She asked confused

Dick chuckled and moved closer to her "nothing it's just,I still can't believe we're getting married" he said looking down.

"I mean that sort of thing doesn't happen to people like us you know?" He reflected looking at her with soft eyes "ever since I started doing this-this job I never thought that I'd ended up engaged with the most beautiful woman on earth"

Y/n rolled her eyes trying to hide the fact,that even after four years Dick still managed to make her blush "you're a sap" she giggled "but I understand what you mean,I think the same way. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met Dick" she laughed at the last part making Dick playfully pushed her, so her back was now flat against the mattress. 

"Mm you really think I'm the most beautiful ?" He asked kissing her neck

"Of course babe, the prettiest" she laughed, but soon turned into a tiny moan when he bit down her neck 

He kept on kissing down her neck all the way to the valley of her breasts. Y/n sighed in content. She couldn't get enough of him.

Eight months later

" Are you nervous son? Bruce asked fixing Dick's bowtie, just like he used to whenever little Dick attended a gala. He appreciated Bruce being here, truly. 

"A little, but that's good right?" Dick asked looking at himself in the full length mirror.

Bruce laughed at his son and patted his shoulder "it's perfectly normal, it's not everyday someone like us gets married, so it's always a blessing" he said reassuring the brown eyed boy.

Dick nodded and gave Bruce a hug before he went to see her new daughter in law. Jason bursted into the room telling his brother that it was time. He was getting married today, and he couldn't be any happier.

Dick stood on the altar anxiously tugging at the sleeves of his black tuxedo. When the music started to play he looked up and he swore he had died and went to heaven. There she stood with Bruce on her side. She had asked her if he could walk her down the aisle and Bruce was touched by the proposal. When she reached Dick he couldn't help but shed a few tears. She looked beautiful in her white dress that she spent months looking with Dawn and Donna's help. 

She gave her bouquet to Donna who was one of her bridesmaids along with Dawn. On Dick's side Hank and Jason stood behind with huge smiles. Everyone was happy for them,truly.

It was halfway through the vows that something went wrong. Really wrong. 

Y/n was the first to notice, because she felt it deep inside. The panicked didn't seem to wait much longer to break. 

"Dick what's going on!?" Y/n asked walking closer to his soon to be husband

"I don't know" he replied clinging onto her for dear life "we need to get out of here now!" He screamed the last part for everyone to hear. 

They didn't make it too far from the altar before Y/n tripped making Dick panicked as he tried to pick her up, but she felt like dead weight.

"C'mon baby get up we need to leave" he said grabbing her by the waist,but Y/n shook her head.

Dick tried again, to lift her up but to no avail. She couldn't move

"Dick I'm scared" she cried as he desperately tried to wipe her tears away.

"It's fine,I promise it's okay" he shushed her. His watery eyes made it difficult for him to look at her. She took her last breath before she became nothing but dust. He didn't understand what just happened. He looked around and saw that it wasn't only her that had disappeared. Dawn, Rachel, Jason. They were all gone. Dust. 

He grabbed a fistful of ashes that only moments ago were his girlfriend. 

This wasn't supposed to happen, they were supposed to get married and have a long life together. Dick screamed and cursed at God, at the sky or whoever did this. 

He felt a hand softly touching his shoulder and saw a concerned Bruce, who was just as confused and scared as Dick. 

"I don't know what happened here son, but we need to leave. Now" he said making Dick stand up

"No!I can't leave what if she gets back?I need to be here, for when she gets back!" He cried yanking a fistful of his hair. Trying desperately to make sense of this situation. They've never faced something like this before. 

"Son i understand but she's g-" Bruce was cut off by Dick's harsh response

"Don't you dare say it Bruce!" He cried "she's not gone, she can't be" he shook his hand as he finally broke down and fall into his father's arms. 

He was getting married five minutes ago and now the love of this life was dead and he couldn't understand why.

[princelover-blr]

Conversation: 11

Who's Really Bad?

We are here on Ari's Conversation and We have Morris Day who will not be performing today but will performing next Saturday on Ari's Conversation but ladies and gentlemen he is here at Paisley Park . As a matter of fact our three favorite are all at Paisey Park, for Prince being the owner is hosting a party. He and the celebrity Michael Jackson will be performing tonight.

(Michael gets on stage).

I just wanted to let you all know I thank for coming tonight and am truly honored to be here, it's a real treat. Thank you Ari.😂😆😆😂😂😅

ARI: Your welcome sweetheart!!!!!!!!!! (She yells loud enough for him to hear here).

Michael: 😅😅😅😇

The Crew: 😍 😇😇😇🤩 👉👈🏽👈🏽👈🏽👈🏽👈🏽👈🏽👈🏽👉👉👏👏🏾👏🏻👏🏻👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏👏🏻👏🏻👏👏👏🏻👏🏼👏👏👏🏻👏🏻👏👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

Michael: I'll be performing Thriller tonight, show Prince who's really bad!

The Crew: 😅😅😅😅🙃🙃🙃🙃😭😭😭😳😳😳😨😨😨🤭🥴🥴🥴👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Michael walks off stage and the lights get low, and red light and smoke filled the room.

The Crew: 😍😍😍😍😭😭😨😨😨😱😱🥰👏🏽👏🏽👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 (whistles)

(An image came on the screen)

(Then Michael had came out, and stood in the shadows)

Michael:

Ahahahahahahahaha

It's close to midnight

Something evil's lurking from the dark

Under the moonlight

You see a sight that almost stops your heart

You try to scream

But terror takes the sound before you make it

You start to freeze

As horror looks you right between your eyes

You're paralyzed

'Cause this is thriller

Thriller night

And no one's gonna save you

From the beast about to strike

You know it's thriller

Thriller night

You're fighting for your life

Inside a killer thriller tonight, yeah

Ahahahahahahahaha

I'm gonna bring it tonight

Ahahahahahahahaha

You hear the door slam

And realize there's nowhere left to run

You feel the cold hand

And wonder if you'll ever see the sun

You close your eyes

And hope that this is just imagination

Girl but all the while

You hear a creature creeping up behind

You're out of time

'Cause this is thriller

Thriller night

And no one's gonna save you

From the beast about to strike

You know it's thriller

Thriller night

You're fighting for your life

Inside a killer thriller tonight

Ahahahahahahahaha

I'm gonna thrill ya tonight

Get up, get up

Darkness falls across the land

The midnight hour is close at hand

Creatures crawl in search of blood

To terrorize y'all's neighborhood

And whosoever shall be found

Without the soul for getting down

Must stand and face the hounds of hell

And rot inside a corpse's shell

I'm gonna thrill ya tonight

I'm gonna thrill ya tonight

Ooh, babe

I'm gonna thrill ya tonight

'Cause this is thriller

'Cause this is thriller

'Cause this is thriller

'Cause this is thriller

Get up, get up (I'm gonna thrill you tonight)

I'm gonna thrill you tonight

I'm gonna thrill you tonight

I'm gonna thrill you tonight

'Cause this is thriller

The Crew: 😍😍😍😍🤩🤩😍😍😍😍🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🤟🏻🙌🏼🤟🏻🤟🏻🤟🏻🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🤟🏽🤟🏽🤘🏽🤘🏽🤘🏽🤘🏽🤙👏👏👏👏👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽😱😱😱😍😍😍🥰💯💯💯

(Prince comes downstairs but no one sees him not yet).

He walks toward the door that lead to the party, and straightens his collar once he is nearly about to make a grand entrance.

He has someone on his earpiece say "There ready for you man".

Ari: Alright. Let's give it up to our host, Partyman!

The Crew: 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼😭😭 Prince! Prince! 😆😆😱🙃😍😍💯😇😇🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼😱😱🤩🤩🤩🙌🏼🥰🤩🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😇😇🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏽👏🏻🙌🏼Come on Prince!!!! (Someone said).

Prince: Now Mike why you had to do me like that man?

Michael: Well you know what they say? Finish with a boom.

Prince: Alright, fine!

Prince: Get me the beat now y'all huh!

Oh, yeah yeah!

All hail the new king in town

Young and old, gather 'round (Yeah)

Black and white, red and green (Yeah, funky)

The funkiest man U've ever seen

Tell U what his name is

Partyman, Partyman

Rock a party like nobody can

Rules and regulations, no place in this nation

Partyman, Partyman

Party people say it now (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Somebody holla if U wanna party {crowd noise}

"Ladies and gentlemen, no pictures please"

Get it up, oh yeah!

Partyman, P-Partyman

Get it up, g-get it up, yeah

"Ohh, I love purple!"

I rock the party, I rock the house

I rock the whole world north, east and south

In the west, 17 horns blowin'

Partyman, Partyman (Lose me old boy)

Get it up, sing!

"All hail the new king in town!"

Ain't nuthin but a muffin

We got a lotta butter 2 go (Say I oughta knock U in, but don't come no)=

If it break when it bend

U better not put it in

Get it up (Ride 'em, boy)

Partyman, P-Partyman (P-P-Partyman, Partyman)

Partyman, Partyman

(Anonymous Voice)-“Prince?”

Prince: huh?

Sporita: Princeewkannaz lef moof leuz me kiba coon tey la zifa bele rikita boon Ari tendi wakaba zoool manana o forxweeva

Prince: (Tries to scream but can’t)

Prince: (Comes from out of the shadows back into the crowd)

Morris Day: (Talking to a woman he doesn’t know is a vampire )

Prince:( comes in looking for Ari)

Ari: (Dancing)

Prince: Come here baby!

Ari:😂😂😂😨🤨uhhh Prince, since when do you? Ok umm.... Woah ok

Prince and Ari:

Ari: Prince? I don't know what to say ? I.....

Prince: Don't say anything.

Ari: 😶 I didn't know you felt this way about me? And I never that I'd be into you like this. I mean you cute and all but I was never....

Prince: Shhh that doesn't matter anymore. Just dance with me.

Ari:😌(her head resting on his chest).

Ari: What made you change your cold ways?

Prince: IDK. It's like something came over me and looked me in the eye and ripped my soul out of me and replaced it with a tender loving yet adventurous, lustful monster. Idk. Then I saw you dancing and I couldn't contain it anymore.

Ari: What about that chick you slept with?

Prince: What about her? She's not you.

Ari: 🤔 Oh really? (Sarcastically)

Prince: I'm serious, I'm sorry for what I did in the past baby. Please forgive me, I wanna start a relationship with you Ari. Don't you want that?

Prince: (Spun Ari around)

Ari:😨 l...🥰

Prince: When we stop dancing you can tell me. Ok?

Ari: 😦oh my uh... Ok.

What will Ari say? Is this true? Will Prince change his mind, when the spell wears off?

I'm gonna end it there for now, sorry for the delay I had a little problem I had to take care of.

[moriavis]

Right About the Void, Bele/Memir

Did I, like an idiot, ignore the actual instructions of the meme and write you a fic? And did I, like an idiot, lose the first scene because I was typing it into the tumblr window?

The answer to both of those questions is yes.

send me a made-up fic title and a ship and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it

~*~

Memir stepped through the door of the set of small, shabby rooms where he lived and paused when he saw Bele, who was grinning widely and almost vibrating with excitement. All he wanted was dinner and a bath, but when Bele looked like this, he was impossible to calm down.

"What?" Memir went to the small table in the corner of the room and poured himself a glass of water from the pitcher.

"Don't 'what' me," Bele said. "Listen, I think I've got our next score."

Memir arched his eyebrow and gestured for Bele to continue as he leaned against the table as he took a sip of water, watching as Bele went from excited to scowling in less than a minute.

"Don't look at me like that. Listen. We've done pretty good for ourselves this week, but there's no guarantee we'll continue to be so lucky."

"What are you planning now?" Memir asked.

"What am I--excuse me for trying to keep your sorry ass alive. Never fucking mind, I'll do it by myself."

Memir set down his cup and looked at Bele a little harder. It obviously wasn't the time to push. Memir could count on one hand how many of Bele's plans actually worked. Letting him flounce off alone might make his life simpler right now, but it always became more complicated later.

"Hey." Bele frowned harder and turned away, crossing his arms over his chest--His pale hair looked silver even in the golden lamplight, and something twisted uncomfortably in Memir's stomach. He was attached. He wanted to throw up. "What's the plan?"

Bele cut a look over at Memir, and apparently found whatever expression Memir had to be acceptable, because he loosened up and turned to face him. "Okay, I heard that there's movement on a jewel called The Void tonight. Chatter on the street says it should fetch a pretty penny."

"Won't everyone be after it?"

Bele laughed and reached out to squeeze Memir's shoulder. "No one's as fast as we are. We could get in and out before anyone even notices."

Bele's touch was warm, and it made Memir antsy, anxiety coiling in his stomach. He shrugged Bele off and ignored the flash of hurt that crossed his face. "We're going to die."

Bele rolled his eyes. "And you call me dramatic."

~*~

Surprisingly, it was an easy job. There was no one in Azmarin willing to take the same risks Bele was. They were fast, it was true, but Memir couldn't help the screaming of his instincts telling him they should stop where they were and go home empty-handed.

"Bele," Memir said, but Bele just waved him away.

"You're getting cold feet and I'm not letting you distract me. Keep watch, I'll get the door."

Memir took a deep breath, staring out into the corridor as Bele tried to pick the lock. The only people there besides them were the two guards they'd knocked out, and he was pretty sure they weren't going to wake up any time soon. Bele made a small, triumphant sound behind him and tapped Memir's elbow--Memir took point, his daggers in hand, but it was an unnecessary precaution. There was no one in the room.

There was, however, a small box on the desk in the center of the room, and the way it was presented made Memir's stomach turn with nervousness. "We should go."

Bele rolled his eyes. "We're right here, Memir. It's too late to turn back now."

Memir shook his head and faced the door again. "Just get it. Let's go."

There wasn't a response, and it wasn't like Bele to let Memir have the last word, so he turned around.

He was alone in the room. The box was open, the black jewel sitting on its cushion innocuous and quite lovely, and Memir rubbed his hand over his face.

The light guard, the lack of competition--the fucking thing was cursed, wasn't it? He was alone, and Bele…

Memir should leave, plain and simple. He should go back home, gather his stuff, and head south. If he followed the Kingsroad, he was pretty sure he could find enough people to rob until he found a place to settle. Bele was just an unlucky bastard.

The gem was called The Void, for crying out loud.

Memir raised his eyes to the ceiling, muttered a soft, heartfelt, "Fuck," and reached down to pick up the gem.

~*~

Everything was dark.

Even with Memir's darkvision, he could barely see five, ten feet in front of his face. He reached out and felt nothing.

"Bele?"

Someone was watching him; he could feel the hard, heavy weight of eyes on him. It made the space between his shoulder blades itch.

You wish my prize?

Memir didn't hear the voice with his ears--his mind recoiled at the oily intrusion of thoughts alien to his own, and he mustered up all the courage he had.

It was a very small amount.

"Give Bele back to me," Memir managed to choke out. "And I'll leave you in peace."

I hunger.

Memir closed his eyes; they weren't doing him much good anyway. "He's not a good meal. He's stupid and scrawny."

Then I will eat you as well.

Memir swallowed, his skin growing clammy and cold. "I'm also stupid and scrawny."

Yes. The word was a sibilant, terrifying hiss, and Memir could barely breathe through a growing fog of claustrophobia. I will eat you both.

"Let us go, and I'll break it. The gem."

You offer me freedom?

The terrifying, overwhelming weight of the darkness receded, and Memir could breathe again. "Yes. Let us go, and I'll free you."

I will keep your lover until your promise is fulfilled. The voice--the thought, the entity, whatever it was-- curled around him and Memir shuddered.

When he opened his eyes, he was back in the room. It was dim without any moonlight coming in through the windows, but he could see.

Thank the gods.

Memir knocked the gem to the ground and went to the desk, his muscles screaming in protest as he dragged it forward. He kicked the gem toward one of the desk legs, and with all his strength he knocked the desk over.

He lifted the edge of the desk once, and dropped it to the ground. Again. Again.

He knew immediately when the obsidian stone finally cracked, because Bele appeared on the floor beside him, unconscious and sweaty. Memir collapsed to his knees next to him and reached out to check for his pulse. It was there. Bele was alive.

Memir was going to kill him.

Well met, Oathkeeper. The oily, dark voice curled around Memir again, and he froze, his hand spasming on Bele's wrist. I will remember you.

And then, all at once, they were alone.

Memir, full of adrenaline and a terror he couldn't admit even to himself, managed to drag Bele over his shoulders.

Then there was nothing left to do but run.

~*~

Bele didn't wake up until they were almost home, and they staggered in the street like drunks. Memir managed to steer Bele into their rooms and then collapsed on the bed, staring sightlessly up at the ceiling.

“You’re telling me there wasn’t anything there?" Bele asked.

"What do you remember?" Memir asked flatly.

"I got the door unlocked, and there was a box." Bele's pout was audible in his voice, and Memir closed his eyes as the bed dipped beneath Bele's weight. "We really didn't get anything?"

"We didn't get caught." Memir was wildly and abruptly grateful that Bele, at least, was ignorant of the thing that had been trapped in the gem. The thing that almost killed them both.

Bele sighed. "I'm sorry." The apology was soft and genuine, and Memir wasn't sure he'd ever heard that tone from Bele before. "I keep dragging you on wild goose chases. You must be so tired of me."

Memir didn't know what to say, his words all tangled on his tongue, so he sat up and bumped his shoulder against Bele's before he moved over to the other bed and started unlacing his boots. "I'm going to bed."

Bele sighed, but didn't argue. "I'll get the lights for you."

"No." Memir knew he'd spoken too sharply when Bele flinched, but he couldn't bring himself to care, the memory of that stark, relentless darkness still fresh in his mind. "You can leave them on."

~*~

[sparkles-oflight]

Bele Sanje

Hello everyone, it's BoKris time.

This is actually a re-write of part of a fanfic I wrote a while back and deleted.

Thanks @anxious-witch for the much-needed proofreading!

Synopsis: My take on Martin leaving the band (highly inaccurate)

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

Sensible subjects: you read the title didn't you? Weed and pain :D

It was an unusual meeting... The band was planning to rest for a couple of days, but Martin wanted to talk to everyone, so Bojan sat down next to Jure and listened.

- I decided to leave the band. – he announced.

Bojan looked at him in disbelief.

In a year and a half, he lost not one, but two members of the band, and this time it was his best friend.

- No, you are not… - Bojan said as Jure squeezed his hand.

- I’ve been trying to think about my future. All of you have already finished your degrees and I don’t have a plan B. I don’t think I can do music and study at the same time.

- Yes, you can!

- Bojan-! – Jure tried to snap him out of it.

- Shut up! – but he yelled back at him before turning to Martin again - You can! We all did! Martin, you are so smart and organized, you can do it! Music is your passion!

- What if it isn’t, Bojan? – he put on a gloomy face.

- What do you mean?

- What if music isn’t my passion? What if I followed you without knowing what I actually wanted?

“So…it’s my fault”, he thought.

- Martin…

- Bojan, please. Understand what I’m telling you.

- I understand, I just can’t accept it.

- Will you force me to stay and do something that I don’t feel fulfilled in doing?

- I…

His throat was killing him. He felt a lump. This was his best friend since they were children... How can he just leave?

 – No. – Bojan forced it out of his throat.

Martin hugged him tightly for a while.

They talked every day of their lives since they were kids... He was his best friend, he lived with him. Martin wasn’t going to leave Bojan, but, even so, he felt so hurt as if he had been betrayed. There were tears running down his face like a cascade.

- I love you. – Bojan told him when Martin grabbed his head to look into his eyes.

- Bojan, we live in the same house. I’m not going anywhere. – he joked.

- Oh, yeah, I forgot. You are my dear wife.

- I thought I was your wife! – Kris complained.

- You are my mistress.

- You are cheating on me? – Martin gasped.

They shared a laugh as Bojan wiped his face.

- Thank you, everyone, for having me around all of these years and I’m not going anywhere! I’ll stick around and make sure Bojan’s ego doesn’t take over the band.

- Hey! – and Martin kissed the small singer on the hair.

They all decided to go home, but, Kris, oddly, fell asleep on the couch, so Bojan also chose to stay behind. There was no way he would go home with Martin before having some time for himself, and, for that, he used Kris as an excuse to stay behind.

- Sleepy Beauty truly looks like a princess when he hugs the pillow. - Bojan commented.

He sat down and looked through his bag. He looked for some of “the good stuff”- as his dorky ass likes to call weed - to smoke.

Kris woke up to the smell eventually and crawled to him.

- What are you doing here? – he asked.

- I have the keys today. I was waiting for you to go home.

- Why didn’t you go home with Martin and leave the keys here?

- I didn’t feel like going with Martin. Want some? – he offered.

- Reminds me of the scent of Amsterdam. – and Kris accepted his offer, sitting next to him.

They met each other’s gaze. They looked for a while before pressing their heads against each other, reducing the gap between their noses.

Eventually, they smiled.

“This shit is kicking in.”

- Umazane Misli? – Kris asked him.

- More like… Ne pozna – “she doesn’t know” - Smeha, ki mu solza ne sledi – “the laughter that isn’t followed by a tear”.

They closed the gap between their noses completely and quoted their song.

- Dneva, ki je lažji od noči – “A day easier than night” - Njen utrip se redko umiri Nima mej – “Her heartbeat doesn’t calm down often”.

- Ne ve še kam beži, a gre naprej – “She doesn’t know where to run, but she runs forward” - Spet v loop ujeta prej al slej – “Sooner or later she’ll be caught in a loop again.” - Če je nesreča orel je ona Prometej – “If misfortune is an eagle, she is Prometheus”.

- That’s a genial line. I wonder who wrote it. – Bojan smiled.

- I wouldn’t call the writer a genius, I actually don’t get along with him.

- Me neither.

Bojan just needed someone close to him right now.

- Are you crying? – Kris asked Bojan, laughing with his red cheeks and small eyes.

- No. – the other laughed too, barely being able to make out what was going on.

His mind was out - totally out of there. He was trying to escape from reality, but the tears kept falling down, and then a pain bigger than he had ever felt seized his chest.

- Kris! – Bojan hugged him tight as he felt his heart speeding up and he grabbed tightly onto his shirt.

He was hyperventilating. It had never been this strong before. He felt like he was dying, deprived of oxygen.

- Bojan – Kris caressed his cheek. – Look at me. Calm down.

- Kris, I’m alone. Again. Martin left!

- Martin didn’t leave you. Martin just isn’t in the band anymore.

- The band is important to me!

- And he knows that.

- Then why do I feel betrayed!?

Kris slowly lifted Bojan’s chin and tucked his hair behind his ear.

- Because Martin is your best friend. Because… - he looked up to think – you always followed Martin. Because Martin was always there. And now…you don’t know what is like to not have Martin around all the time.

- I know…

- But, Bojan... You’ll be fine. You already annoy me all the time without having to ask Martin for permission! – he laughed.

Bojan took a deep breath and followed Kris’ calm breath until he slowly started to calm down.

- Thank you, Krisko. – he said once he regained the strength to talk.

- Any time. - Kris hugged – Also, can I put my “stoned” playlist on?

Bojan nodded and stupidly laughed at him.

Bojan liked Kris because Kris validated his feelings. Sure, he can be a bit of ass some days, but he’s the one whose shoulder he’ll cry on when he needs it the most.

And yet couldn’t help but feel guilty. The day Martin officially announced his departure online, he saw him talking with Kris. They were both smoking outside, and Bojan was going to join them…but he overheard something...

- How did he take it in? – Martin asked Kris.

- How do you expect? – Kris acted coldly towards Martin - Badly, but I calmed him down.

- I see. – he breathed out the smoke out of his lungs – And you?

- I’m not the one who’s important right now.

- Kris, how are you doing?

Kris wiped his nose.

- I’m fine.

- You are crying.

- It’s the cold, man. – he avoided looking at Martin.

- Kris.

- I’m sorry, okay!? – he lashed out at Martin – I’m sorry that I can’t be weak right now!

Bojan saw emotions in Kris’ expression he thought he would never see towards Martin: anger and pain.

- It’s not your fault! – he continued – First it was the pandemic, then Matic and now you! Things are changing! We are growing up and I…I don’t know whether we should give up on these childish dreams. Is music really what we want!?

He threw the cigarette wet from the tears on the floor. Martin hugged him strongly as strong sobs and snot came from Kris.

- I don’t know what I want to do! – Kris exclaimed – I should have my shit figured out by now…!

After that, Kris was empty for the next couple of days… His cries resonate in Bojan’s head to this day… He sounded so scared back then...

But moving forward was the only way.

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Afternote: I'm emotionally drained from today, I don't have anything funny to write.

But...I might write about this event from another perspective :)

Polaroid Photos Universe | Recommended next: Bele Sanje - in another Room

[taleof2hearts]

Yesterday

Yestrday was amazing. He was fun and charming and sexy and amazingly great in bed. I loved just spending the day with Him. I loved feeling His naked body pressed up against mine. I fell asleep easily at 11:30 and slept almost 8 hours. I slept so well and woke up still in a high from being with Him yesterday.

Seeing Him yesterday did not come without a price. I am way behind now, even though I've worked almost three hours this morning. I have the neighbors family pool party today. My goal is to not drink much so I get more done tonight. I will get all of this done, so next week is not too terrible.

I loved that He was able to talk to me yesterday. I loved hearing Him tell me, "I love you" and "I never stopped loving you." The thing that keeps bothering me is that old saying... "If you love two people at the same time, pick the second, because if you really had loved the first, you wouldn't have fallen for the second." I'm not sure exactly what happened a couple weeks ago after that Sunday we were together, but it is an amazing coincidence that they texted for the first time in a month or two months of however long it was and she ended up blocking Him on social media and from her phone. Why would she do that?

However, I do not know her. Maybe she is really crazy and unstable. It's not like crazy and unstable is a deal breaker for Him.

But, am I now His second choice? He basically hinted as much. Even though He wanted me to believe that they had broken up... He's known that I was watching.... He's wanted me to believe He was single.

I do not believe their relationship was a fairy tale. I think she might have tried to break up with Him several times... maybe she even did for a few weeks at a time. I can still see that strange response from her in Feb 2018 after that crazy, romantic comment He made on her post, "you're my favorite- love you Sweetie"... my favorite? Not my Only? He just professed His love to her... and that was her response? To be fair, He had tried or been hoping to see me just a week earlier.

I don't know or understand it. But, it worries me to make sacrifices for someone who might really not be for me... who might be for someone else... who could change her mind and come back. Am I The One for Him? Or am I just the one who is here while He's lonely.

This "thing" that we are starting again, it has to stay casual. I am not the girl I was 6 years ago, or even 3 years ago, with excess time just living off my portfolio. My time is not my own anymore. And with this new group, I am just drowning.

But yesterday was wonderful, one of my best days in years. I want more time with Him. I want more memories with Him. I just wish I knew. The stupid thing is that now, believing that He can't possibly be the Jolie blog, because Jolie has posted when we've been together, it makes me think that maybe He really wasn't trying to communicate with me these past few years... Him not being Jolie, makes me think that maybe His heart did and does really beling to Julie.

I still want Him. I still love Him. I still need Him.

[feathersandblue]

What makes you convinced that Silver didn't shoot Flint? I've seen arguments for both theories, and everyone seems to think that Flint is dead though eventhogh we never saw a body (no body = no death). Do you listen to fathoms deep? Daphne and Liz are pretty insightful and they seemed to be pretty sure Flint is dead.

Same anon here. Also, Toby Stephens apparently said on twitter that it is an open ending…. I guess I simply don’t know what to think.

Oh, Jesus. I had kinda hoped I wouldn’t get this kind of question. I’ve listened to Fathoms Deep, and I’ve also seen Stephens’ tweet, and I’ve read tons of interviews of the writers stating that the ending was real, and tons of reviews pointing out that the ending was ambiguous, and I’ve seen losts of post listing reasons for why they believed Flint was dead … 

It’s a bit of a mess at this point, which seems to have been the intended outcome. 

Well, @blacksailsstarz, congratulations. 

What a bit of washed-out colors, an overdose of sunshine, and a cleverly cut scene in the woods can do to a fandom, it’s truly impressive. You pulled quite a number on us.

Anyway, I guess I have to do this, if only for myself, so here we go. 

Why I believe that Silver’s story about Flint’s ending is true. 

1. The showrunners have confirmed that theyhad intended to bring back Thomas for a long time, and repeatedlyreferred to the rule of “no body, no confirmed death” in recent interviews.Which, in turn, implies that Thomas as we see him on screen is real and not simply ahallucination. 

2. We saw the cold open, which wasframed as a flashback, but not as a part of anyone’s narration ormemory. That makes it a true scene, one that really happened. It’s tied to the snippet of Max’ and Silver’s conversation about thatestate through the “Previously on Black Sails” montage.Which makes it a direct follow-up to that scene. No ambiguity there.

3. We saw that scene of Flint belingdelivered to the exact same compound, with the exact same people, andand we saw that reunion scene with Flint and Thomas.

That scene existed.

The events therin existed.

It follows that this scene has a placewithin the narrative of Black Sails.

I’d argue it has to be either:

a) Silver’s story, based on his ownimagination,

b) Flint’s hallucination of his own death,

c) the metaphorical version of Flint’soff-screen death,

d) a real flashback that showswhat actually happened, with a heavily metaphorical aspect to it which reflects Silver’s narrative about the end of Captain Flint and thereawakening of James McGraw, which has been heavily alluded to in earlier seasons.

So which one is it?

Now, whenever this show included memories orhallucinations before, the writers were very careful and good at onlyfilling these scenes with details that the characters who wereremembering or hallucinating them knew. 

It holds true for Vane’s visions ofEleanor, where everything Eleanor said was what Vane had beenthinking about himself.

It holds true for every singleflashback of season one and two, from the scene on the Maria Aleyneto the scenes in London. For the London storyline, the events weretied to either Miranda or Flint, and we only saw  scenes in which atleast one of them had been present. The Maria Aleyne, we got fromMorley’s point of view, then later from Gates’ resp. Flint’s. There’sa second-hand flashback when Silver tells Max about the scouts Flinthad sent to the beach to watch the Urca gold, with the Spanishsoldiers dying. 

It holds true for Flint’s hallucinations of Miranda, which werealso full of details and images he knew. His mind did not create a newvirtual environment in any of these. 

Unless the writers have entirely changed their modus operandi for the final episode, it stands to reason that the same rules would apply to Flint’s ending as well.  

Which leads me to the conclusion that:

a) If the reuninon scene had beenSilver’s imagination, and nothing more, then neither the interior ofthe compound, nor the people in it, nor Thomas, should have lookedthe way they did simply because Silver had never seen them. 

If it hadbeen nothing but Silver’s story, it would have made more sense tosimply have Silver recount it, as was the show’s habit with stories –Spaniard named Vasquez, the hanged pirates of Charles Town, the bird that was dinner, and so on. But if it had only been a fabrication, if, in fact, Flint’s delivery to Savannah had never happened, the setting would notmatch the scene in the cold open in such great detail.

b) The same applies to the idea thatthe reunion scene would be Flint’s imaginary version/hallucination of his owndeath. Flint has never seen that place in Savannah, he coudn’thave imagined it like that. He also would not have imagined Thomasbeing older or bearded, simply for lack of reference.

c) If the reunion scene is meant to bea metaphorical version of his death, including a version of ahappy afterlife, then a couple of things don’t add up. For one, an important element is missing, and that’sMiranda. And again, If they had meant to indicate something like paradise forFlint, there is very little reason to depict it as a labor camp inSavannah that has no relevance to Flint at all – without Miranda,but with a bearded Thomas. In short, the reunion scene was lackingeverything one should expect of an actual afterlife, and had all the signs of being tied strongly to the show’s reality and present.

Also, for both version b) and c): if thatscene was meant to be a visualitation of Flint’s actual death, thereare various details that simply don’t fit.

The scene shows Flint cleaned up, hisscratches and injuries older and scabbed over, but not entirelyhealed. This indicates that time has passed between the scene in thewoods and his arrival at the field. 

If the scene was meant as a codedversion of Flint’s off-screen death, we’re also lacking a cause ofdeath. The most popular theory says that Flint was killed bySilver’s gunshot. But if his arrival at the plantation is thecrossing of the threshold, where is the deadly wound that caused it? All other wounds are still visible and he’s wearing thesame clothes. Moreover, if it was Silver’s gun shot that was his end,why are Hands and Morgan delivering him into the realm of deathinstead of Silver? Or if they have killed him on Silver’s behalf,where are his other injuries?

So these are things that I simply can’t dismiss, things that, for me, are a clear argument against any of these explanations. 

The fourth one, on the other hand…

d) If the reunion is real, but framedand filmed in a way that there is a metaphorical aspect to it as well, thenit shows us the real events, coded heavily in a way that tiesback to greek mythology – symbolizing the death of Flint, anddelivering the happy ending to James McGraw’s personal Odissey all at once. Itmakes sense to shoot it with a different filter, it makessense to have the actual way from the gate to the end of the tunnel be accompanied by Silver’s narration, and it makes sense for Silver’s narration to stop at some point because the actual reunion is no longer a part of it. 

Silver talks about the reawakening of the man who came before. That part of his story ends when Flint steps out into the sunshine. But because Silver doesn’t really know what went on in that estate - he can be seen lurking in the background while Hands and Morgan accompany Flint in - it would be a part of the story that Silver has not been witness to, meaning that he has nowords to accompany it. That particular scene is not narrated by Silver, but if the hole story only existed in Silver’s mind, why would the story stop there, and not recount how happy Flint looked when finally reunited with Thomas? 

“And when he saw Thomas - Madi, when he saw Thomas, he looked as if he was finally at peace. For the first time I knew him, he seemed well and truly happy.” 

Silver’s words about Flint recounted what he knew, and the change he, personally, had witnessed in Flint. Meanwhile, what we saw on screen was a flashback playing out, one that, since it was true and real, extended beyond what Silver could tell us.

4. We know that Silver did not wantto kill Flint. It was not his intention to kill Flint. Heexplicitly states that he would stand there and talk until Flintaccepted the outcome. If he had intended to kill Flint, nothing wouldhave stopped him from doing so once Flint had stated that thetreasure would stay in the ground.

Instead Silver states, explicitly, thathe has made arrangements, and that he has ensured that “compromises”would be in place to prevent the war, and that he wants to leave thatisland together with Flint. 

What would these arrangements be,if not Flint’s imprisonment in Savannah?

5. The ambiguity of Flint’s fate - thescene cut off in the forest, including the uncertainty over whetherit was actually a gunshot that alerted the other crew members, or somethingelse, matched the suspense before Madi was found alive. It was justthat, suspense, and the resolution to the whole thing camethrough Silver’s explanation toward the end of the episode. There isno detail that cannot be explained fully by the explanation we’regiven by Silver. 

6. Jack tells Grandma Guthrie thatFlint has retired. If Silver had killed Flint instead, it would notmake any sense to tell an explicit lie when the truth wouldhave served him just as well, if not better. The official version of events would still be Flint’s retirement, but why deny in front of Grandma Guthrie that the cat was drowned, if that was what she wanted, and also what happened? 

7. This is maybe the most important point, because the showrunners have repeatedlystated that their ending had the goal to bring the characters intoplace for Treasure Island. That only works if Flint is leftalive. If Flint had died in that forest, there would be notreasure map, because only Flint knows where the damnthing is buried. Taken at face value, the ending fits. It’s still decades before the events of Treasure Island come to pass. Billy can still get off that island. Silver can still lose some moreof his leg. Ben Gunn can still be marooned. But if Flint were dead, any canon-compliance would have gone right out of the window.  

One does not simply make a prequel to Treasure Island for four entire seasons only to arrive at a point wherethe ending is contradictory to Treasure Island.

I don’t think that what I’m saying here will convince anyone who has already formed an opinion. 

But I personally don’t find the theory that Silver might have killed Flint convincing, and unless you find a way to dismiss all of the things statedabove, that theory simply does not have the same credibility, and in any case, it’s not enough for me to speak of an ambiguous ending - which is different, in my understanding of the terms, than an open ending, which simply does not answer all the questions.

The terribly beauty of this finale, imo, is that itleads its viewers to believe that the ending is more ambiguous thanit actually is… 

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Notion”)

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[viagrazielle-blog]

Working as an OJT at Commission on Election Olongapo

One of the most awaited part of being a college student is the On th Job Training also known as OJT. As far as I believe, a student cannot be graduated with their chosen course without undergoing the OJT. The interesting part of this is learning a bunch of lessons not just in our course but also in real life situations. Of course we are all expecting for something new to be learned in my OJT experience, I learned about privacy and integrity. I remembered a quote and it says “What you see and what you hear, when you leave, leave it here”. So in relation to my OJT Experience the company isn’t perfect. Of course it has some confidential issues but I chose to keep quiet and never bring it out because I know something might be affected or in other words, it is not even helpful at all to spread it out.

Another thing is, not just because you graduated in a particular course, it doesn’t mean that you have to find a job that only covers what you want and what you know. Sometimes you need to learn something new based on the needs of the job you took, but the skills is not the only thing you need to work with. The number one asset that you need to have is a good character. Skills are not enough to build yourself because you are going to work with different people that’s why you have to know how to treat them right to develop a good relationship.

In a short period of my OJT I met the Olongapo COMELEC Employees. Ms. Mary Ann Salinas, she is our main supervisor. All of our task are coming from her. She is very polite and approachable. One of my mentor furing my time in the site was Ms. Wilma Dilodilo who was very supportive at all time.Mr. Alvin Garcia, Mr. Christian Rota, Ms. Jane, Ms. Bele, Ms. Mary Ann were also the staffs who randomly gave task in my training.

Atty. Marvyn Gaerlan was not just a boss in the office, he also interacts with employees and even us OJT Trainees if he has time to spare, he gathered us in one place and start sharing gospels and pray for each of us, which is so unusual event in most of the office. You can’t even tell that he was a lawyer because of his humbleness. He just told us to have fun and learn what we are doing. He also gave tips and life lessons, which we can take to adulthood. That’s why he keept on saying “The best way to learn is to teach”. Those experiences with high-profiled people that I also wanted to be in the near future and never be forgotten.

Two hundred hours of duty was long enough to learned a lot of things in IT field. In my OJT experience, being computer literate is an advantage because most of our task requires knowledge about Microsoft Office software. I observed that they often used Microsoft Excel in doing office documents. Creating power point presentation and manipulating an application, system and programs were commonly used in the office. They asked us to make a welcome banner for the Commissioner and create a mockup and wireframe for the document tracking system documentation.

As I look back from the time of my duty in my OJT, I can recall some problems that I have encountered during those days. Most of them were just minor problems and some were not but the staffs was automatically took care of it. One of the minor problems that I have encountered was the malfunction of the printer. What I did is just turned it off first and pulled the cartridge to remove the jammed paper . After that, I gave a second look just to check if there are still problem in the printer. Then I turned it on for the second time, and it works.

Most of the lessons I have learned there was very common because it wasn’t the first time. But of course I was expecting something new to be learned from them. In my OJT experience, they treated us like we belong to them and never felt that we're different from them at our young age. Having time frame was very important in every aspect, it helps me to submit and devote myself in a smart way when it comes to my job. Self-discipline is more efficient in all the things you need to be done. Just enjoy and love what you are doing and whatever job you will have, be the best that you can be.