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recvordshqs · 11 months ago

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* EXTRA, EXTRA! desde westbound mag nos complace presentar a otra de las estrellas del firmamento de don crowlley, MAGDALENE LOOMIS ha hecho una aparición de último momento en las oficinas de westbound tras el fallecimiento del rey midas de la música ¿cuál será su próximo movimiento? descuida, que maureen y sus secuaces le seguirán muy de cerca.

¡bienvenide a recvordshqs, lourdes! te agradecemos muchísimo el interés puesto en el proyecto, te recordamos que cuentas con veinticuatro horas para enviar la cuenta de tu personaje, de necesitar más tiempo no dudes en enviar un mensajito a la administración.

# fuera de personaje.

SEUDÓNIMO: lourdes.

ZONA HORARIA Y/O PAÍS: gmt-3

TRIGGERS: toda clase de abuso o violencia sexual.

¿NOS DAS PERMISO DE QUE TU PERSONAJE PARTICIPE DE MANERA ACTIVA EN LAS INTERVENCIONES Y CAPÍTULOS?: sí, pero no doy permiso a usarlo si doy unfollow.

¿ERES MAYOR DE VEINTIUNO?: sí, 24.

CANCIÓN PARA LA PLAYLIST: "mr. crowley" de black sabbath.

# ficha de identificación.

NOMBRE Y STAGE NAME: MAGDALENE es su stage name. ¿es acaso LOOMIS su verdadero apellido? sólo crowlley, con su papeleo y contratos, lo sabía a ciencia cierta.

FACECLAIM: mia goth.

EDAD, FECHA Y LUGAR DE NACIMIENTO: 28, nacida el 11 de noviembre y salida del midwest estadounidense, probablemente oriunda de misuri. ¿evidencia? su leve arrastrar de las palabras al hablar.

PSIQUE: MAGDALENE apareció en la escena musical de los angeles hace más de un lustro cargando consigo un bajo y ojos furiosos. su actitud es desagradable, quizá por eso es que se dice de ella que es mejor en la cama de lo que es en la música, y que tiene suerte de que don crowlley haya caído presa de sus encantos, los cuales, por supuesto, parte de la prensa dice que son dudosos o, si le preguntan a un crítico más cruel, nulos. oculta sus intenciones y también miente: nadie sabe de dónde ha salido ni quién es su familia. es reservada, por lo mismo, pero no es una mujer lógica; es explosiva. algo es cierto: no llegó a donde está por nada, de apagada a escandalosa como con el clic de un botón.

FÍSICO: cejas blanquecinas, nariz respingada, pecas en el rostro y el pelo voluminoso. se viste como le gusta, sin importar si está de moda o no, y tiene callos en los dedos por las cuerdas de su bajo.

PUNTOS CLAVE: 1) nació en el medio oeste estadounidense, pero nadie sabe en qué parte. es fácil, dada la falta de tecnología de punta, hacerse con una vida nueva. la realidad, o al menos parte de ella, es que magdalene era la única hija de una pareja inestable. su madre dice que su padre se fue porque no las amaba más (dependiendo el humor del día, decía que no las amó nunca), aunque los rumores del pueblo lindante al río dicen que su madre le dio muerte con un trato diabólico o con un hacha. era esa madre la loca del pueblo, la supuesta bruja de las afueras que, a los pocos que le creían su poder, les leía las cartas y los embadurnaba en verbena y laurel. a magdalene eso la volvía loca. sobre todo cuando se ponían a gritar, supuestos exorcismos los que se llevaban a cabo en el cuarto de atrás de su triste casa. 2) además, hacerse con una vida nueva es fácil cuando estás en los ángeles. es más, es la regla. fantaseó con ese lugar al otro lado del país, sueño gigante el de sentir el olor a mar y ver las luces por primera vez, desde que comenzó a ver películas. a veces escapaba de su pueblo y se iba a la ciudad cercana, al cine, y quería ser como las estrellas que pasaban a la trasnoche, soñaba con esa vida sin dolor. logró llegar a california, eventualmente, y se posicionó en una de las diminutas casas en una zona poco glamurosa. tenía veintiún años. era el final de los sesenta y el mundo entero hablaba de la contracultura hippie, la cual no significaba nada para magdalene, tan presa del dolor y la rabia ¿cómo podría encontrar sustento en la paz y el amor? las drogas las tomó, por supuesto, eso sí que lo hizo. 3) en los angeles quiso ser actriz y modelo pero no tuvo suerte, incluso si posó para algunas revistas adultas y para las portadas de algunas novelas pulp, todas de poca monta, ese un pasado difícil que ha intentado olvidar. seguía siendo mesera incluso ahí y lo fue hasta mil nueve setenta, cuando black sabbath publicó su primer álbum. cambió su vida. ser actriz pasó a ser algo inoportuno, torpe, adolescente. todo parecía un sinsentido excepto el heavy metal. por eso sacó sus ahorros y se fue en su auto destartalado, el cual se quedó varias veces en plena carretera, a seguir el primer tour de la banda en estados unidos. los siguió hasta a sus bares, haciendo que le firmen su vinilo rayado. 4) sucedió, eventualmente, en una de las últimas fechas, que la banda la invitó a festejar el fin de la gira con ellos en un bar. después de todo, era una fanática verdadera que se cantaba todo con una botella de cerveza en la mano, derramándola en los demás al moverse en la marea de gente. no se acostó con ninguno de los integrantes, incluso si para los medios ahí comenzó todo, y sólo se pusieron terriblemente borrachos. en esa ocasión conoció a un simple trabajador de la agrupación, el cual cargaba y bajaba amplificadores del tour bus. no se enamoró de él, pero por él tocó su primer bajo. en ese entonces magdalene ya tenía veintitrés, era ya una mujer, y aun así sintió que toda su vida fue nada, menos que una niña o que una mota de polvo. eso hasta que tocó ese bajo grave y apenas sonoro. se enamoró, sí, pero del instrumento. 5) regresó a los angeles igual de furiosa que antes, pero ahora decidida a olvidarse de la actuación y de ser mesera: quería ser igual que ozzy, pero con el bajo. tuvo que endeudarse y empeñar sus pocas alhajas para conseguir uno de segunda mano, y con eso llegó a cruzar pasos con don crowlley hace cinco años. con un álbum de estudio ya lanzado, no es exactamente la mujer más famosa del mundo, pero ahora es reconocida cuando camina por sunset boulevard.

# archivo en westbound records.

POSICIÓN EN WESTBOUND: es bajista y corista. cuando toca hacer versiones acústicas, toca la pandereta. a veces escribe canciones, pero nunca llegan a ver la luz y sólo don era el espectador de sus letras.

RELACIÓN CON DON: todos dicen que lo sedujo, que era su amante, que todas las veces que pasaba sin cita previa a la oficina de él, se acostaban. también se opina que es gracias a ello que su contrato sangrante llegó a darse. magdalene lo adoraba, incluso con su terrible carácter, y se refiere a él como su mentor y gran amigo, sin importar si alguna vez, presa de su personalidad, magdalene le habrá intentado reventar botellas en la cabeza. jura que nunca se acostó con él.

REACCIÓN A SU FALLECIMIENTO: removido.

OPINIÓN DE WESTBOUND: le ha dado todo y lo sabe, eso que no es una mujer agradecida, y habla bien de su disquera.

#app.#fc: mia goth.#usuario: lourdes.

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youngerdrgrey · 1 year ago

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all the pieces aren't even in the box // the morning show, bradley/laura, chapter three

about: Bradley and Laura's last few months in Montana and how the world reacts along the way (and maybe how they find their way back to each other) ~ read chapter one / chapter two chapter three summary: As Bradley prepares to leave the ranch for the funeral, Laura's conflicting feelings bubble up. (read chapter three on AO3)

mid J U L Y (2020)

By the next morning, Gayle’s already put in the request for Bradley’s time off. It’ll only be a few days since Bradley can work Thursday morning, then start her drive. The funeral’s set for Saturday. Bradley will either leave Sunday while everyone’s at church or Monday morning. She’ll be live on air from the guest house by Wednesday.

Cory’s face only pulls tight once as he hears the full plan. It’s during a post-show Zoom with Cory, Stella, and Mia. Laura watches as Cory’s eyes bounce from Bradley to Laura within their shared Zoom window.

“And will we be replacing one anchor or two?” He asks.

Laura quips with only a bit of spite in it. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Cory.”

His nostrils flare, even as he barks out a laugh. “I wouldn’t dream of it. You, my friend, are ratings gold. I’d say you have the Midas touch, but I don’t want to get HR on the call.”

It’s Laura’s turn to give a fake laugh. Bradley flicks the outside of Laura’s thigh. Play nice. Laura turns her gaze to her woman beside her. Bradley still looks like she’s ready to neutralize a fight. But Laura lifts her brows in silent surrender.

She says, “This is Bradley’s trip. I will hold down the fort.”

Bradley speaks only to her, “Thank you.” Then she averts her eyes back to their computer. “Can somebody draft a statement so Twitter doesn’t freak out again?”

Mia speaks up. “We’re already on it. You’re taking time to grieve in conjunction with your family. No mention of you actually traveling for the funeral.”

“Thanks, Mia,” Bradley says.

Laura shouldn’t say it. She shouldn’t mention how they’re avoiding the funeral in the statement because of how hypocritical this whole thing could look.

Cory’s eyes shrink as he makes an exaggerated wince.

“Question.” He holds up a finger, and Laura feels a rush at the calculated voice he’s already in. He’s going to say it for her, isn’t he? “Do we think it’s a bit of an optics nightmare to send Bradley across country right now? Sure, she did it four months ago, but we have the spent the summer of our discontent tirelessly demanding that our fellow Americans hold the line. No travel, not even for emergencies. Yet here is Bradley Jackson, the face of UBA, doing exactly that.”

The air thickens as Bradley stops breathing. Laura watches the tiny wrinkles form between her brows. A wrench thrown by Bradley’s friend on the inside.

Bradley tries her best to sound friendly, but they all hear the crackle underneath it. “I’m not flying, Cory. I’m driving. By myself, with masks and hand sanitizer.”

He nods. “Then you’re attending the biggest event in your town since New Year’s.”

“It’s my mother’s funeral,” Bradley bites.

“Plenty of people miss funerals every day. We’re in a global pandemic.”

“Are we?” Bradley asks. “The CDC seems a little confused about that.”

Now that's too far. Bradley's being willfully obtuse for her trip.

Laura sets a hand on Bradley’s thigh, and Bradley whips her head to glare at Laura too. For a moment, Laura hesitates. If she publicly sides with Cory, after she was the one who set this in motion….

She can play the fence.

“Maybe Bradley can keep a low profile,” Laura suggests.

Bradley runs with it. “I don’t need to give a speech. Hal has got that covered.”

He doesn’t, but Laura can’t say that either.

Cory grinds his jaw. “And when America asks where you’ve been for three days?”

Bradley gives a dazzling smile. “We refer them to Mia’s brilliant statement. Honestly, the less people I talk to down there, the better. Gives me a perfect excuse to avoid a few uncomfortable reunions.”

Cory’s eyes shift, and Laura can feel them on her. “Laura? What do you think?”

She never should’ve made this suggestion. Bradley going is an awful idea. She doesn’t want to be alone in this house for three weeks just because Bradley wants to say goodbye to a woman that Bradley despised.

Laura smiles into the camera. “So long as she stays masked up, then we should all be fine. I have had to use the restroom since we went off air. If you’ll excuse me.”

She stands up over their commentary. Heads out with something like panic vibrating under her skin. She fucked up. She put herself in this impossible situation where she can’t tell Bradley how deeply she wants Bradley to stay. Her therapist isn’t available until next week, and Gordon will absolutely make things worse if she tells him how she feels.

Laura walks past the studio restroom for the main house. The rest of the call will be travel logistics anyway. She needs to center herself before she says something she’ll regret.

She starts a bath in the master bedroom. That will calm her down.

What is it about Bradley that makes Laura so unstable? She destabilizes Laura. She upends her time and time again, and Laura keeps allowing it to happen. Honestly, Laura should’ve never let Bradley move in. It was too soon.

Yet, even as she thinks it, Laura doesn’t mean it. Having Bradley here has been her North Star. Her gravity as every new piece of information sends the world reeling. But if her gravity falters, then where does that leave her? Splayed out on the ground, gasping for air that her lungs can’t process.

She undresses and slips into the water.

She needs to be her own gravity again. She can do that. She’s done it for over fifty years. Why should now be any different?

“Babe?” Bradley’s voice comes from the other side of the bathroom door. Laura’s traitorous heart soars at hearing babe again. Bradley’s been withholding in her grief. One of her little rebellions. “Can I come in?”

“Open it.”

In comes Bradley in her work dress with a cold glass of water for each of them. She pauses at the door, eyes raking along Laura in the tub.

“The call wasn’t that long. I, uh, took out the trash before coming up. I didn’t mean to let it sit so long. I just….”

“You just?”

Laura wants her to say it. Wants Bradley to find her voice in all of this.

Bradley lands on, “You know I can’t fight Hal. I can’t. He’s too raw and tender. He can’t handle it.”

“I suppose there’s a compliment for me in there.”

Bradley shakes her head. She crosses the room to kneel beside the tub. Sets the glasses on the railing beside Laura’s left arm.

“No. Well, yes, but not intentionally.” Bradley holds Laura’s eyes so softly. “I’m sorry. I feel like I’ve been forgetting that you’re tender too. And if all this is too much for you, if you don’t want me to go… then I can stay right here. With you.”

It’s an impossible situation. Laura’s heart pounds in her ears. She can’t do more than blink as she takes that in.

The acknowledgment is everything, but Bradley cannot possibly mean it. Bradley may hate her mom, hate everything that Sandy Jackson stood for her and did to Bradley and her brother. But she hasn’t healed from any of it. Hasn’t processed enough that this death doesn’t wreck everything else she’s built on shaky ground.

Laura says, “You don’t owe it to her, Bradley. You don’t owe her anything.”

On instinct, Bradley says, “She gave birth to me. She fed me and clothed me.”

“You fed yourself more often than not. You may think you’ve hidden it, but not from me. You — she hurt you.” She stills hurt Bradley, even when she’s not around.

“Not in the ways that matter,” Bradley says. She shakes her head. “Not in a way I can’t come back from. I’m not, you know, Hal.”

“You mean you’re not an addict.”

“I’m not.”

But Bradley does bury her feelings in whatever she can. Buries them in her reporting and in Laura and in midnight margaritas that make no sense for their earlier mountain call time.

Months ago, when Laura first brought up therapy, Bradley had been afraid that they would call her crazy. Is that what this is about? Bradley wants to prove to everybody that she’s mentally stable? Mental disorders and hormone imbalances are often genetic. Hal has them for sure, but Bradley could easily have something too. She just did a different job of hiding it and handling it.

As gently as she can, Laura says, “There’s other options than just ‘crazy,’ ‘addict,’ and ‘fine.’”

Bradley’s eyes narrow. “‘Crazy?’ What part of burying my mother makes me crazy?”

“None of it.” Laura twists in the tub to set her hand next to Bradley’s. “Bradley, that’s not what I said.”

“You literally said the word ‘crazy!’”

“Because you seem to have an aversion to talking about any other possibilities. You are very sane, Bradley Jackson, but when it comes to your mother, or to Hal, you can be so reactive and defensive—“

“I’m not—“ Bradley stops herself. Laura quirks a brow as Bradley flushes. “You don’t know them. Nobody does. I’ve spent my whole life defending them. That doesn’t make me crazy.”

“I know, honey. I’m not trying to diagnose you. That’s not my job. My only job is to support you through whatever comes our way.”

Bradley leans into the tub, so it can help hold her up. “How come this kind of support isn’t enough?”

“It is,” Laura says, “but we all deserve more than bare minimums.” Bradley eyes Laura’s bare body. Clear sign of deflection, and Laura splashes a bit of water out of the tub to stop her. “Focus.”

Bradley swipes the water off her face. “I am. You’re deflecting too. You didn’t answer my question. Do you want me to go?”

Laura sighs. Fine. “Of course I don’t,” she admits without looking, “but I won’t stop you either. I’m just… not ready for all this to be over.”

“Over? Laura, I’m coming back.”

“I know that, but in here—“ Laura puts a hand to her wet chest “—it’s harder to know.” Laura feels flushed after saying that. Vulnerable in the same way she’s been asking Bradley to be. It’s uncomfortable to say the least. To admit that Bradley has this space in her heart and in her life.

Bradley takes the hand from Laura’s chest in two of her own. “Then let’s do something fun before I leave. Anything you want.”

A last good day.

Anything she wants. They can’t leave the ranch, not that Laura really wants to. There’s only one thing they haven’t done. Four months in, and Bradley still won’t go horseback riding. Bradley always insists that it’s Laura’s thing. Bradley’s never been good with animals. Their earlier compromise had been that Bradley would go with Laura to the stables. Brush the horses. Feed them. But she still hasn’t ridden.

“Ride with me,” Laura says. Bradley’s lips quirk, so Laura corrects, “Horseback. Today.”

“Today!?”

“You said anything I want.”

Bradley rolls her eyes. “I thought you’d want something like a massage, or a picnic. Not try to kill me.”

Scout would never hurt Bradley. Neither would Sue. But Laura’s said that more than enough times since March.

She leans forward, knowing good and well that it’s not playing fair to draw Bradley’s eyes back to her body. Might as well remind her what she’ll miss, right?

Laura asks, “Is that a no?”

Bradley pries her gaze back up to meet Laura’s. “If you want us to make it out there, you better get out the tub.”

“Or what?”

Bradley doesn’t take the bait. She pushes herself up off the floor and grabs her lukewarm water glass. She heads for the door, talking as she goes, “What do I even wear to go horseback riding? All of my boots have heels.”

Laura calls after her. “A whole life in West Virginia, and you don’t have any boots?”

“I threw them out when I moved to New York!”

The next hour’s a bit of a blur. Bradley ends up in a pink and blue plaid shirt that screams “gay and into horses.” Laura pulls on a nice denim shirt and a white hat for the sun. Then they head down to the stables.

Laura squeezes Bradley’s hand before they go in. Reminds her, “Don’t be nervous. They can sense it. They already like you.”

Still, Bradley’s hand shakes when she holds it out so Scout can smell the back of her hand. The horsemen’s handshake gives the horse the chance to trust the rider.

Bradley mumbles, “Can’t believe you named your horse after ‘To Kill a Mockingbird.’” Laura allows it since the chiding means Bradley’s loosening up.

Laura brushes Sue, her other horse, who bristles at the fact that she’s not going out today.

“I’d been rereading when we got her. It felt appropriate.”

Scout touches her nose to Bradley’s hand. Bradley beams over at Laura. She’s a bundle of proud nerves until Laura says, “Now you can mount her.”

“Oh boy.”

Then Laura helps Bradley get up onto Scout. Corrects her form and grip on the reins. They do a few short laps inside to get Bradley and Scout acquainted before Laura checks back in.

“How do you want to do this? Together or separate?”

Bradley laughs. “Together please. Do not leave me alone with her.”

So Laura climbs up behind Bradley and curves her body around Bradley’s. She settles her hands on Bradley’s wrists.

“To help guide you,” Laura says, “but you’ve got this. I’m right here with you. Stay calm, and move with her. Keep your eyes ahead, so she knows where to go.”

Bradley turns her head just enough to see Laura’s face beside hers. “Anything else?”

Laura presses a kiss to her lips. “Have a good ride. And thank you, for doing this.”

Bradley kisses her back. “Thank me if we stay upright.”

Laura’s laugh follows them out into the field.

Nearly an hour and only two near falls later, they reach a clearing with a wooden fence and a picnic table. Laura helps Bradley down, and they tie Scout up while they all regroup and hydrate. There’s a small watering trough there for Scout. Bradley watches her drink with a little smile on her face.

“Admit it,” Laura says with a shift of her hat on her head. “You liked it.”

Bradley takes a big swig of her water. “I admit nothing. ‘Cept maybe how good it feels to have you behind me.”

Laura’s grin grows. “What did you say? Is Big Spoon Bradley Jackson saying she wants to be held?”

Bradley swats at the brim of Laura’s hat. “You hold me plenty.”

“I do.”

Bradley rolls her eyes and watches Scout’s mane blow in the breeze. One of the great things about Montana has been the views. Even now, there’s these gorgeous trees and wide fields of flowers that barely glimpse at neighboring properties. Bradley’s never had so much space in her life. Never felt so full.

“Let’s take a picture,” Bradley says.

Laura smiles. “Of what? Us?”

Bradley nods. “But not a selfie. We can balance it.” She gets up from the table to use her helmet as a prop for her phone.

“Bad day to leave the tripod at home,” Laura jokes. Bradley flips her off. Laura walks closer to the wooden fence.

Bradley sets the timer and rushes to Laura’s side. “Put your arm around me.”

“You’re directing now?”

Bradley huffs, and Laura just barely gets her arm up before the camera clicks. Bradley slips out of Laura’s grasp to set the timer again.

Laura says, “It might help if you tell me the pose before you hit the button. What do you want, Bradley?”

“I don’t know,” Bradley says while she changes it from five seconds to ten. “Something cute.” Something they can look back on once their thighs stop aching and the sunburn’s gone and remember that they had a good day during a God awful week. Something she can show Hal when he asks why she’s leaving so soon in a few days.

“Well, you’re cute,” Laura says once Bradley gets back to her side. She slips her right arm around Bradley’s shoulders, and Bradley slips her left around Laura’s waist. “So how about you smile and I’ll just—“

She presses a kiss to Bradley’s temple. It’s probably cheesy. Next level corny that this picture will be the two of them in the gayest possible outfits after horseback riding in Montana, but damn, if that thought doesn’t make Bradley smile even harder.

She never thought she’d get this. She almost screwed it up several times over, but here she is with a woman she’s crazy about who could have asked for anything in the world, and all Laura wanted was to do something she loved with Bradley.

The camera clicks, but Bradley doesn’t even hear it. She turns in Laura’s hold and wraps her other arm around Laura’s waist.

“I did like it,” Bradley tells her.

Laura smiles. “I know. But thank you for telling me.”

“Can I tell you something else?” Bradley asks. Once she does, her heart pounds heavy in her chest. It’s like it wants out of there. She has to gulp just to keep it out of her throat.

Laura must feel it since she rubs her hand along Bradley’s back. Lifts her other to hold Bradley too.

“Anything.”

Just say it. Say something. Say she’s never been happier than she is with Laura by her side. Say she could spend the rest of her life here if they were allowed to go out and be people sometimes too. Say that she’ll be back the moment she can, and this week is just the last thing she needs to do before she can really move forward.

A whole world of things Bradley could’ve said, but all that leaves her mouth is:

“Come with me.”

a/n: !!!!!! COME! WITH! ME! will she do it? should she do it? l

et me know what you think and what else stood out to you.

also, just to say it, fictional lesbian/journalist Laura Peterson would never spout zionist propaganda the way that her actress currently is. I won't say much on here bc it's a fic site, and I am here to escape into Montana, but also free Palestine. stopping Israel has nothing to do with judaism, and it's an awful weaponization of religion to equate stopping genocide with antisemitism.

#bradleylaura #bradley x laura #laura x bradley #bradley jackson #laura peterson #tms #mine #the morning show #tms fic #fic: all the pieces

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fieryncbles · 2 years ago

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Muse list

17 Again

Mike O'Donnell

The Big Bang Theory

Amy Farrah Fowler

Bernadette Rostenkowski-Wolowitz

Leonard Hofstadter

Mary Cooper (Young Sheldon non-compliant)

Penny

Sheldon Cooper

The Blacklist

Raymond Reddington (over on @fedoraxcrowned)

Elizabeth Keen Scott (canon divergent; most importantly - never got together with Tom after S1)

Agnes Keen Scott (canon divergent as to her origins)

Mr Kaplan

Madeline Pratt

Cassandra Bianchi

Glen Carter

Samar Navabi

Alan Fitch

Boston Legal

Alan Shore

California Solo

Lachlan MacAldonich

Castle

Richard Castle

Kate Beckett

Alexis Castle

Martha Rogers

Javier Esposito

Lanie Parish

The Catch

Rhys Griffiths

Curtain Call

Stevenson Lowe

The Devil Wears Prada (film)

Miranda Priestly

Nigel Kipling

Emily Charlton

Andrea "Andy" Sachs

Doctor Who

3rd Doctor

5th Doctor

10th Doctor

11th Doctor

Donna Noble

Martha Jones

Amy Pond

Rory Williams

River Song

Clara Oswald

Jenny (the Doctor's daughter)

Josephine "Jo" Grant

Mary Ashe (from "Colony in Space")

Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart

Mike Yates

TenToo (a.k.a. Meta-Crisis Doctor a.k.a. Handy a.k.a. Dr John Smith)

Delgado!Master

Sheen!Master (my original incarnation of Master)

Simm!Master

TARDIS (Idris)

Face

Ray

FRIENDS (now over at @centralperkfamily)

Rachel Green

Chandler Bing

Monica Geller

Carol Willick-Bunch

Phoebe Buffay

Joey Tribbiani

Flood

Robert Morrison

Fools Rush In

Alex Whitman

Good Omens

Adam Young

Anathema Device

Aziraphale

Beelzebub

Crowley

Dagon

Gabriel / Jim

Hastur

Ligur

Madame Tracy (Marjorie Potts)

Archagel Michael

Newton Pulsifer

Gotham

Barbara Kean (canon divergent)

Edward Nygma & the Riddler (canon divergent)

Fish Mooney

Oswald Cobblepot aka The Penguin (canon divergent)

Hamish Macbeth (TV)

Hamish Macbeth

Isobel Sutherland

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Nymphadora Tonks

Molly Weasley

Arthur Weasley

Severus Snape

Narcissa Malfoy

The Last Enemy

David Russell

Mamma Mia

Donna Sheridan

Sophie Sheridan

Tanya

Rosie Mulligan

Sam Carmichael

Harry Bright

Bill Anderson

Morning Glory

Becky Fuller

Mike Pomeroy

Colleen Peck

Lenny Bergman

Once Upon A Time

Alice Jones / Tilly

Wish!Hook / Rogers

Emma Swan

Regina Mills / the Evil Queen / Roni

Zelena Mills / Wicked Witch / Kelly

Cora Mills

Henry Mills

Lucy Mills

Snow White / Mary Margareth Blanchard

Prince Charming / David / David Nolan

Nova / Astrid

Dreamy / Grumpy / Leroy

Cruella De Vill

Maleficent

Ursula

Lily Page

Hades

Operation: Endgame

Hierophant

Pretty in Pink

Steff McKee

Prodigal Son

Ainsley Whitly

Jessica Whitly

Martin Whitly

Malcolm (Whitly) Bright

Dr Edrisa Tanaka

Eve Blanchard

Dani Powell

Gil Arroyo

Nicholas Endicott

Stargate (1994 movie)

Dr Daniel Jackson

Stargate: Universe

Dr Nicholas Rush

Chloe Armstrong

Dr Amanda Perry

The 51st State

Felix DeSouza

The Adventurer: The Curse of the Midas Box

Captain Will Charity

The Good Fight

Roland Blum

Maia Rindell

The Passengers

Arthur, The Android

The Smurfs (Film Series)

Grace Winslow

The Stick-up

John Parker

The World Is Not Enough

Victor "Renard" Zokas

There's Only One Jimmy Grimble

Eric Wirral

Twilight (Film Series)

Aro Volturi

Underworld

Lucian

#muse list.

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golden-gear-guy · 5 months ago

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⚡️⚡️ wroom wroom introduction post!! ⚡️⚡️

yo, Midas here! seems like more and more people are coming back to this site, so back i am as well! those rumours you heard about me? all true. except if the cops are asking..

for those who forgot:

⚡️pic of me and my baby 💛

⚡️the tags i use will be under the cut

⚡️happy to answer all your questions! they will be tagged #ask midas whatever. i’m an adult, but try not to say anything you wouldn’t want your mom to read. who knows when i’ll show her ((kids do not send anything nsfw 🙏 i’ll block and cry))

⚡️tags i use for my posts: #midas is present. (any triggering topics will be tagged as #tw X stay safe out there 💛)

⚡️((ooc tag: #midas is mia. big warning: there’s defo a chance you won’t like how i characterise him, but he has so little to go off of, i thought it would be fine. anything written ((like this)) is ooc))

and remember! all that glitters? it’s mine. ✨

#intro post #fortnite tumblrverse #fortnite #midas #golden gear midas #midas is present #ask midas whatever #midas is mia #((still working on more art for this account but yes hello hi))

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joker1315 · 5 months ago

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All the movies and tv shows you can find on this blog

Use the following link and insert the tag you want to see:

#: 300 - 10 things i hate about you - 12 years a slave - 1899

a: a cure for wellness - a knights tale - after the rain - alice in wonderland - the alienist - all of us strangers - anchoress - andor - angels and demons - around the world in 80 days - assassins creed - august osage county - australia - the avengers - awake

b: bad influence - barbie - the battle for rome - birdland - black mirror - black panther - the blacklist - blackout - blackpool - blood - blood diamond - blow - the book of boba fett - boston legal - the boys - the brave - bright young things - broadchurch - brotherhood

c: captain america - casanova - case histories - cellular - centurion - charlie and the chocolate factory - chocolat - chumscrubber - the cloverfield paradox - clue - colonia - coriolanus - the counselor - covenant - crimson peak - critical care - the curse of the midas box

d: the damned united - dangerous lady - dark - the dark knight - the dark knight rises - dark shadows - dates - the davinci code - dead man - deadpool - the deal - the death of stalin - detective pikachu - die tür - dig - doctor strange - doctor who - dolly partons heartstrings - donnie brasco - dracula - dream lover - druk

e: ed wood - en kongelig affære - en kort en lang - exile - the expanse

f: the face of an angel - the falcon and the winter soldier - the fall - fantastic beasts - fantastic four - far from the madding crowd - fear and loathing in las vegas - the fifth estate - filth - finding neverland - fish tank - fleabag - the fountain - four rooms - fright night - from hell

g: gallowglass - der ganz grosse traum - good - good omens - the good thief - gotham - gothika - the great dictator - the great race - guardians of the galaxy

h: halt and catch fire - hamlet - hannibal - harry potter - heart - heartlands - high rise - his dark materials - the hobbit - the hollow crown - home again - how to train your dragon

i: i saw the light - the imitation game - the impossible - indiana jones - inglourious basterds - inkheart - iron man

j: jagten - james bond - jessica jones - the judge - jurassic park

k: kate and leopold - the kings speech - kingsman - kiss kiss bang bang - kong%3A skull island - ku'damm 59

l: l. a. without a map - the ladykillers - laws of attraction - the legend of 1900 - legion - the libertine - life on mars - little favour - loki - london - lord of the rings - love actually - lucifer

m: macbeth - macgyver - mamma mia - the mandalorian - marvel - master and commander - masters of sex - miranda - moon knight - mortdecai - moulin rouge - move on - mrs. doubtfire - much ado about nothing - much ado about nothing (1993) - mulan - the muppets most wanted

n: the necessary death of charlie countryman - the night manager - the nightmare before christmas - nine-1%2F2-minutes - not another teen movie - nu

o: the oa - once upon a time - only lovers left alive - oppenheimer - oscar wilde - oslo - ostfriesenblut - ostfriesenkiller

p: paddington 2 - parades end - passengers - patrick melrose - the patriot - peaky blinders - the pelayos - peter pan - pirates of the caribbean - polar - the power of the dog - the practice - preacher - present laughter - the prestige - prey - pride - priest - prodigal son - prometheus - pulp fiction - puncture - the pursuit of love - pushing daisies

r: rab c. nesbitt - ratatouille - rejseholdet - reprisal - reservoir dogs - resident alien - richard II - the right stuff - robin hood - rocketman - rocky horror picture show - rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead - rush - rush (series)

s: the salvation - the sandman - der schuh des manitu - secret window - secretary - shadow and bone - shame - sherlock - sherlock holmes - the silence of the lambs - the singing detective - single father - sleepy hollow - slow west - small island - the snowman - soldiers girl - the special relationship - spiderman - the stag - staged - star trek - star wars - stargate universe - the stickup - storage 24 - submergence - sucker punch - supernatural - supernova - sweeney todd

t: tatort - tatort berlin - tatort saarbrücken - the thick of it - third star - thor - to the ends of the earth - tolkien - torchwood - the tourist - the town - transcendence - triple frontier - tron - true lies - twilight - twin peaks

u: uncle frank - underworld - unthinkable

v: velvet goldmine - vildspor

w: wandavision - war horse - watchmen - welcome to the punch - whats eating gilbert grape - whats your number - wimbledon - windtalkers - the witcher - the wonderful story of henry sugar - the words - wreckers

x: x men - the x-files

y: yellow submarine

#movies #films #tv shows #tv series

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lonelysmile · 6 months ago

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sono ad un dj set per la prima volta nella mia vita aiuto

c'è della musica di merda ma io sono qui per vedere mida ma non è ancora uscito che balle

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daimonclub · 7 months ago

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Riflessioni di Friedrich Nietzsche

Riflessioni di Friedrich Nietzsche Riflessioni di Friedrich Nietzsche, pensieri e meditazioni filosofiche del grande filosofo sulle principali tematiche della filosofia e quindi della vita stessa. No. La vita non mi ha disilluso. Di anno in anno la trovo invece più ricca, più desiderabile e più misteriosa - da quel giorno in cui venne a me il grande liberatore, quel pensiero cioè che la vita potrebbe essere un esperimento di chi è volto alla conoscenza - e non un dovere, non una fatalità, non una frode. E la conoscenza stessa: può anche essere per altri qualcosa di diverso, per esempio un giaciglio di riposo o la via ad un giaciglio di riposo; oppure uno svago o un ozio; ma per me essa è un mondo di pericoli e di vittorie, in cui anche i sentimenti eroici hanno le loro arene per la danza e per la lotta. "La vita come mezzo della conoscenza" - con questo principio nel cuore si può non soltanto valorosamente, ma perfino gioiosamente vivere e gioiosamente ridere. Friedrich Nietzsche L’antica leggenda narra che il re Mida inseguì a lungo nella foresta il saggio Sileno, seguace di Dioniso, senza prenderlo. Quando quello gli cadde fra le mani, il re domandò quale fosse la cosa migliore e più desiderabile per l’uomo. Rigido e immobile il demone tace; finché, costretto dal re, esce da ultimo fra stridule risa in queste parole: ‘Stirpe miserabile ed effimera, figlia del caso e della pena, perché mi costringi a dirti ciò che per te è vantaggiosissimo non sentire? Il meglio è per te assolutamente irraggiungibile: non essere nato, non essere, essere niente. Ma la cosa in secondo luogo migliore per te è morire presto… Friedrich Nietzsche Tutta la bellezza e la magnificenza che abbiamo prestato alle cose reali e immaginate , io voglio rivendicarla come proprietà e opera dell' uomo : come la sua più bella apologia . L' uomo come poeta, pensatore , Dio , amore , forza; ammiriamo la sua regale generosità , con cui ha fatto doni alle cose per impoverire se stesso e sentirsi miserabile ! Finora il suo maggiore disinteresse fu questo , che egli ammirò e adorò e seppe nascondere a se stesso che egli stesso aveva creato ciò che ammirava. Friedrich Nietzsche Io vi insegno il superuomo. L' uomo é qualcosa che deve essere superato. Che avete fatto per superarlo? Tutti gli esseri hanno creato qualcosa al di sopra di sè:e voi volete essere il riflusso in questa grande marea e retrocedere alla bestia piuttosto che superare l' uomo?Che cosa é per l'uomo la scimmia?Un ghigno o una vergogna dolorosa.E questo appunto ha da essere l' uomo per il superuomo:un ghigno o una dolorosa vergogna.Avete percorso il cammino dal verme all' uomo,e molto in voi ha ancora del verme.In passato foste scimmie,e ancor oggi l' uomo é più scimmia di qualsiasi scimmia.E il più saggio tra voi non é altro che un'ibrida disarmonia di pianta e spettro. Voglio forse che diventiate uno spettro o una pianta?Vedete, io vi insegno il superuomo! Il superuomo è il senso della terra. La vostra volontà vi dica: sia il superuomo il senso della terra! Vi scongiuro, fratelli rimanete fedeli alla terra e non credete a quelli che vi parlano di speranze ultraterrene! Essi sono degli avvelenatori, che lo sappiano o no. Sono spregiatori della vita, moribondi ed essi stessi avvelenati, dei quali la terra è stanca: se ne vadano pure! Una volta il sacrilegio contro Dio era il sacrilegio più grande, ma Dio è morto, e sono morti con Dio anche quei sacrileghi. Commettere sacrilegio contro la terra è ora la cosa più spaventosa, e fare delle viscere dell'imperscrutabile maggior conto che del senso della terra! Friedrich Nietzsche Ah fratelli, questo dio che creai era opera e follia umana, come tutti gli dei! Uomo era, e solo un povero frammento di uomo e di io: dalla mia cenere e dalla mia vampa venne a me, questo fantasma: E in verità non mi venne dall'aldilà! Ma che avvenne fratelli? Superai me stesso, me stesso sofferente, portai la mia cenere al monte, trovai per me una fiamma più limpida. Ed ecco! Il fantasma si allontanò da me! ...Un nuovo orgoglio mi insegnò il mio io, e io lo insegno agli uomini: non nascondere più la testa nella sabbia delle cose celesti, ma portala libera e scoperta, una testa terrena che crea un senso alla terra....Malati e moribondi erano quelli che disprezzavano corpo e terra e inventarono il cielo e le redentrici gocce di sangue. Friedrich Nietzsche Voi , uomini superiori, imparate questo da me : sul mercato nessuno crede a uomini superiori. E , se volete parlare lì , sia pure ! Ma la plebe dirà ammiccando : Read the full article

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