#prose::

[butterflygardcn]

starter for @theidealiist

Fitz took a left turn.

Not for any particular reason, mind; he had just figured that it had been a while since he'd turned left and so had decided to give it a try instead. Not that he could get any more lost than he already was - at this point, any wrong turn would surely double up on itself and become right. That's just elementary maths, innit.

Fitz sighed. He's beginning to regret not asking the Doctor for a map before he left.

Wait, no, scratch that, he's beginning to regret having not asked the Doctor to just pause and to take a breather for one bloody moment so that you can actually tell us what the hell's going on for once?

He hadn't done that, naturally. He never does. Wouldn't have helped, anyway - prying info out of the Doc was as painful as pulling teeth with only medieval torture implements during an earthquake. Anji complained about his reticence all the time, but Fitz was only really bothered when he knew the Doctor was putting himself into danger.

Needless to say, at this point in time Fitz was really quite bothered indeed.

He looked down at the scrap of paper the Doctor had urgently shoved in his fist. His spidery, nearly incomprehensible scrawl - 'wow, you've even got the handwriting of a Doctor ' he liked to joke - jotted out an address. Which would be all well and good, really, if Fitz had a single clue as to where the bloody street was. He's starting to think it didn't exist. Maybe the Doctor got the time wrong. Wouldn't be the first time.

When he looked up, there was blue. A rich, royal blue, the most gorgeous shade of sapphire, the loveliest of all ultramarine. It was a hue he could wax poetic on for hours. It meant safety. It meant a warm shower and a soft bed. It meant home.

Fitz had made it back to the TARDIS. "Oh, thank Christ," he muttered, pulling the key off his neck and sticking it in the lock. It seemed stiffer than usual, he had to jerk his wrist a few times to get it to turn. And when he opened the door, the hinges seemed to groan a bit louder.

"Doctor," he called as he walked in, "I couldn't find the address you gave me. You positive we got the time right? We did have a bit of a rough landing-"

He fell suddenly quiet, stunned into silence by the tableau before him.

[golden-letters]

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

[fatimazainab]

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

[bebs-art-gallery]

© pet_foolery

[thoughtcascades]

idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that

[mournfulroses]

Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from The Selected Works; “Memoirs of Martynov,”

[becomingvecna]

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

[authenticity2025]

[caruccio]

Museum dates where she stares at the art and I stare at her.

[zexox]

Heal, so when somebody tries to love you – you let them.

[lucidloving]

@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

[perfectquote]

I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.

Rudy Francisco

[perfectfeelings]

Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.

Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

[thoughtkick]

No-one will love you exactly the way you want them to. You just have to let them do their best.

Unknown