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olliesmoreno · 4 years ago

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Nine in the Morning

Micky x Percy (Butterkins) Fan Fiction

Secret Santa was: @thatrosewoodwriter

Fic Summary: Taking place after the events of Princess in Practice, this fan fiction is an imagining of Micky and Percy and what they did next.

Thank you @rwchsecretsanta for organising the whole thing.

I’m sorry it’s so long xjsjsje I got pretty carried away.

Note for @thatrosewoodwriter

Hey Charley. I was your Secret Santa, sneaky me. You might have already guessed that because I think I was pretty bad at hiding it. Anyway, I was very happy when I found out I got you, we were already friends (and continuing to develop our friendship) but I was delighted. You’re a great friend that I love talking to, and you never seem to run out of interesting stories to talk about. You are also very talented, with singing, writing, making art etc, and it blows me away. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fic. Even though I don’t usually really write, I tried my best. As I said, I am very happy that I got you and I hope you like it.

-: ✧ :-

Nine in the morning, before breakfast, Percy was walking in the Tompkins Gardens in a dark blue bath robe, under the vivid pastel blue sky.

Percy had always adored the gardens - wise like several football pitches put together.

Plants and flowers of extreme beauty and colours, rosy pink, glowing blue, fluorescent greens surrounding him, nature at its best, beautiful and bright. He walked on the smooth gray stone pavement, his hands in his pockets, on his left side a bush wall with different coloured flowers.

In the middle of the gardens, was a big fountain, at the centrepiece of it, a white statue of Aphrodite, the greek Goddess of love, a paper white life size statue, her hair tied back and a warm smile on her face, wearing a white robe.

Percy slowly walked his way to the very front, occasionally bending down to sniff the flowers and admiring the beauty as he walked.

Last night he hadn’t got much sleep, he admitted to himself, and he felt his energy draining as he walked.

He remembered looking around his room in the Tompkins Manor, pastel blue walls painting ironic melancholy as the walls felt like they choked him. Restlessness consumed him, and dark thoughts had wormed their malicious control into Percy’s brain daily. The thoughts came to him abruptly and without control, even though Percy did his best to suppress them.

Alfred Tompkins is sick.

Leviathan have the Hamelin formula.

Your own father sold you out for Leviathan.

Percy physically cringed as those memories came coursing through his mind again. He shook his head, as if to literally shake the memories away.

He turned his head and saw a figure emerge from the back doors.

Micky Tompkins, his best friend.

His light blonde hair was messy, not brushed properly, and it looked annoyingly good on him, and it made Percy want to ruffle his hair. As he ran closer to Percy, he couldn’t help notice that his ocean blue eyes sparkled today. He wore a white fluffy bathing robe. Only Micky could look good in a white bathing robe, Percy thought bitterly.

“Micky,” Percy scanned him, smiling. “Hi. Walk with me?”

Micky smiled back. “Of course.”

-: ✧ :-

They walked side by side in the heat, Percy on Micky’s left as a cool breeze found it’s way down his spine. Micky suddenly felt his palms build up with sweat, and he shook his hands quickly and clenched his fists, praying Percy didn’t see anything.

This wasn’t exactly ideal, as recently, Micky had fallen more and more in love with Percy, and he prioritised looking good in front of him nowadays.

Everything Percy did, Micky couldn’t stop admiring.

His smile. His hair, that he loved to ruffle. His personality. How he held himself. He’d become more and more in love by everything he did. It was almost worrying.

Even that black bath robe he was wearing, that accentuated the black circles around his eyes, that made him look like a panda, as his eyes were sunken and his skin was pale white. Micky let out a quiet laugh.

Percy didn’t seem to notice this, he stopped walking and fell back. He went on his tiptoes, pulling a red rose lower and smelled it.

His jawline. The way he crinkled his nose. The way he closed his eyes.

Percy went down to his feet again and let go of the flower, his smile fading slowly again. He wore a withdrawn expression as they walked, looking down occasionally and chewing his lip. Micky’s heart beat quickly. What was wrong?

“Are you alright?” asked Micky.

Percy looked at him, and slowly signed, “Tired. Just a bit tired.” He gave a small smile as if to show this.

Though Micky senses there was more to the story, than “just a bit tired.”

Micky’s face swiftly morphed into a mask of worry, his heart aching seeing Percy like this. “I don’t think that’s all.”

Percy ignored this, and continued walking.

“I think I know what it’s about. What... happened. And, you can talk about it, if you want. I don’t mind,” he offered an encouraging smile, hoping that hid his anxiousness.

Percy chewed his lip again as they walked. They reached the end of the garden now, facing a large bush wall where rows and rows of different flowers popped out, and the two turned to face each other.

“Alright,” signed Percy, his eyes burning. “I will. I just...” he coughed. “I’m still angry. My world is still loose at the seams, threatening to tear at any minute. I’m still getting over the shock, and I still have to accept-“ Percy put his hands down, and clasped them to his sides.

Micky nodded as Percy’s face tightened, but he continued. “I still have to accept what he did.” Percy didn’t need to specify who he was. His father. “It feels like everything I’ve ever known has broken, shattered in front of me. Like I can’t trust anyone. And it will be a long time I get over it, I guess. But for now? I’m still lost.”

He walked slowly toward the wall at the end, his hand scraping through the bush delicately, as a dark melancholy overwhelmed the air.

“I’m sorry,” Micky signed, though the action felt useless, numb, and his throat felt dry.

“Don’t be.”

Micky sighed. He desperately wanted to wrap Percy up and to hide him, protect him from his own inner demons and from the horrors of the world.

If only it worked like that.

“None of this is your fault,” Micky signed desperately. “It’s completely understandable to feel like this.”

Percy looked at him again, raising an eyebrow. Micky mentally wished he was better at advice. The whole fiasco had only happened days ago. And, here Percy was, vulnerable for the first time that Micky could really see, and he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t magically take the burden off his shoulders. There was nowhere they could both just go and hide in. He wasn’t a knight in shining armour, ready to protect him. He was just Micky.

“And, I’m here for you,” continued Micky eventually. “You can always talk to me. I’ll be here for you. And I will help you. I promise.”

Percy walked away from the wall and towards him again, with a blank facial expression. Micky gulped but he continued. “Whatever you need me to do. To be there for you so you can talk it out. To distract you. To buy you Butterkist popcorn.... anything. Because, what has happened... you didn’t deserve it to happen to you. And I will keep helping you until you’re happy again. Me and Lola will help you to the very end.” He attempted a smile.

There was a long pause. Percy eventually smiled back, and Micky exhaled, relieved.

“Thank you,” signed Percy. “I appreciate that. I’m glad you can help me,” he paused. “And I’m glad I can be honest with you. So I will continue to be honest with you, too.”

Micky nodded in response.

“I’m not sure it’s that easy...” signed Percy, his facial expression hardening, though Micky could see the vulnerability etched in his eyes.

Percy fiddled with his bathrobe belt, before continuing to sign again. “This memory. I will get better, but never the same as I once was,” he rubbed his eyes. “And I’m trying to be happy, I really am,” he blinked quickly. Micky could almost swear he saw tears building up. Micky leaned closer and held his shoulders, as Percy sighed, his hands shaking. “And I’ll try harder. For you. But it’s difficult, because I wish things were just like how they were before-“ and before he could attempt to sign anything else, Percy’s face was leaning against his shoulder, breathing heavily, his hands moving its way onto his shoulders.

Micky hugged him, placing his hands on his back. He didn’t dare move, his heart aching for his best friend.

It was a while before Percy lifted his face again, and looked at him head on.

He had stopped crying, although fresh tears were still on his cheeks. Percy held his breath and stepped back a little.

“I’m sorry,” he signed, avoiding eye contact.

“No, it’s okay,” Micky signed. There was a pause before he continued. “Life might not go back to how it was. But things will get better from now. Things will improve. This is just a setback. I promise things will get better. But for now, you just need a distraction.

Percy exhaled again before laughing bitterly. “Then distract me,” he grinned, as if he was challenging him.

Micky wiped the tears off Percy’s face with his thumb, as he leaned closer. He stepped back again, but only to look at Percy right in the eyes, to take a deep breath, and sign “challenge accepted.”

And suddenly Micky was kissing him.

-: ✧ :-

Percy’s eyes widened as he felt his hands tremble, Micky kissing him softly, curiously. Percy placed his hands on his shoulders carefully. Micky gripped Percy’s bath robe belt and pulled him closer, as they both closed their eyes.

And suddenly, energy coursed through his body, through his veins. His heart beat against his rib cage furiously, and he thought it was going to shoot out at any given moment.

He forget everything: Leviathan, Hamelin Formula, even his father, as they kissed, and Percy felt like he was floating.

Until a fresh wave of horror set over him.

What was he doing?

He opened his eyes and abruptly stepped back.

“I’m sorry,” he signed quickly, his eyes big and his mouth wide open, as he ran off, back into the house, leaving Micky in the garden.

-: ✧ :-

Michael Tompkins, you are worse than a stickless lollipop.

Micky wore a permanent expression of horror as he lay in his cold bed. It was night now, 10pm, and he wished the ground would just swallow him up whole.

For the whole day, he had ignored what he had done, ignored Percy, ignored Lola, stayed in his room, and when he ever had to go out, he had lurked the house like a silent ghost. He acted like he hadn’t done nor remembered anything.

But he remembered what he had done alright.

He remembered a kiss, his lips against Percy’s, as soft and light as a feather.

Why did he do that? Why? Why? Why?

One minute, he’s trying to help his best friend, give him advice. Percy had been washed completely by the numbness of misery, of agony, of a sadness he could barely comprehend, inner demons constantly gnawing at his mind with no mercy.

The next minute, he was kissing him, as if nothing else mattered.

And under the guise that he was distracting Percy, instead of genuinely doing something that would help him, acting on his own selfish desires.

Yet worst of all, he still enjoyed it. Enjoyed kissing him.

He remembered the gentleness, the affection of it leaving him breathless and almost knocking him off his feet, making him feel like he was floating.

The way his body felt so light he thought he was going to melt.

He rubbed his hands over his face in shame, groaning.

You’ve ruined everything, Micky. Why did you have to kiss him?

But then, he sat up suddenly. An idea brewed in the corners of his mind.

But you can fix this... maybe?

He got up from his bed speedily and sat down at his desk and scrambled for a pen and paper, hurriedly opening drawers. He eventually found some lined paper under his books, and quickly grabbing a pen, he wrote rapidly.

Meet me in the gardens, nine in the morning. I will explain myself.

He was going to apologise. It was selfish of him, to do something so problematic, and he planned on dismissing the kiss and saying it meant nothing.

Since Percy clearly didn’t like him back, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

All you can do is help him, he thought to himself, hovering behind Percy’s door and pushing the note underneath it, taking deep breaths, his heart breaking slightly.

-: ✧ :-

Even though the sticky air was hot and humid, a cold chill went up Percy’s spine as he stood at the front of the garden, looking around nervously at the harmony of flowers.

He wrapped his arms around himself, not because it was cold, but to calm his nerves.

What did that note mean? What was Micky going to say?

His hand hovered above his lips, remembering the sensation, unsure what to think.

He squinted in the distance. He saw a figure in the distance and he felt himself exhale in relief, silly as it was.

Micky slowly walked towards him, his mouth in a thin line, and Percy felt his heart beat frantically.

“Finally,” Percy grinned.

“Percy,” Micky smiled, but it looked awfully sad. “I need to tell you something,”

Percy nodded.

“I’m sorry,” he signed. “You said ‘distract me’ and I took that too literally. We can pretend nothing happened, if you like, and it’s okay, and I’m sorry for doing it, so incredibly sorry. We can just talk about you and everything that’s happened, from now on, and the kiss doesn’t have to mean anything, as I said,” he signed rapidly, keeping eye contact.

When he finished, Percy felt his head thud and he felt like he had swallowed bile.

His body had previously buzzed with excitement, of curiosity, wondering what Micky had to say, tight with hopeful anticipation, but now he felt paralysed.

His bones ached, his heart had sunk. His hands were at his sides, dead, unable to move.

Percy desperately tried nodding. He only managed a single, quick one. He forced his hands to go up, they were as heavy as lead. He was about to bite his tongue and sign, “alright,” but his hands moved differently, as if he had no control over them. “I don’t mind if that kiss means something.”

Micky blinked repeatedly, his eyes fiery. “What?”

Percy took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. His hands moved to sign, individual hand movements explaining, telling the story of how he felt, something his brain didn’t know, only his heart knew.

“Yesterday, I’m going to be honest, I stopped kissing you because I was scared that it would ruin everything. That our friendship would be ruined. Because I’m not good enough for you.” He felt his throat go dry, yet he continued. “You’re so kind, you’re good to everyone. And understanding, I don’t need to explain what’s wrong, ever, you always just get it somehow. And, you’re really cute, you’re incredibly attractive - I always look like a middle aged man who’s been through three divorces. I can’t even sleep at night anymore because I’m so nervous after what happened. I’m a wreck. I’m broken. And scared. And I won’t be able to be good for you. And most importantly of all, you deserve better than me anyway,” he and shoved his hands into his pockets, balled them into fists as he dared to open his eyes.

Staring back at him, was Micky, those same wistful ocean blue eyes, but they were open wide. His mouth was open, he looked shell shocked.

“No...” Micky signed quickly. “No, no. You’re wrong. That’s not it at all,”

Percy raised an eyebrow. Micky continued.

“I thought you were too attractive for me. And you’re great. You care so much about everyone. You’re so smart. And brave, after everything- after everything that’s happened. If I went through the same thing I would have broken down.”

Percy laughed aloud, though there was no humour to it. “I’ve already have.”

“No- that’s the thing,” Micky walked closer towards him. “You talked about it. You asked for help. And now I know what to do. I will help you, Percy. As you have helped me my whole life. With talking to people, with drawing when were younger. Everything. You make my life better. And I will help you get through this.

Percy felt his fists loosen, his hard facial expression soften and melt. He was about to open his mouth wide open, but before he knew it, all of a sudden, they were kissing again

A warm feeling flooded through Percy’s chest in an instant. His body hummed with electricity, with heat.

Before, when Micky had said the kiss didn’t have to mean anything - as he said those words he felt like he had been pushed into a cold darkness for eternity, but as they kissed and Percy wrapped his hand around his neck, he felt like he had stepped into the sun again, embraced by warmth and into the healing sunlight.

It was the second kiss, and he still felt the same way.

Like there was a missing jigsaw piece that had been slotted into a hole in his heart he didn’t realise was there, as if Micky was a part of him.

They stopped kissing at the same time to look at each other, as Percy’s head ached.

“I’ll be yours,” Micky signed slowly. “As long as you let me. And we’ll help each other.

“And I will,” Percy signed quickly. “I let you. And we’ll be with each other. We’ll make this work,”

They blindly grabbed each other’s hands, squeezing tightly, a look of understanding passing between them, as they let go again and leaned in for another kiss.

We complete each other.

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hollandroos · 6 years ago

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Run To Me | Sequel to Blow A Kiss, Fire A Gun | Prologue!

PART ONE IS OUT AND HERE!

{Y/N} - I apologise if the read more doesn’t work on the origional post!

The therapist stared the small girl down. Little brown curls littered her forehead like springs as she fiddled with the teddy bear in her hands. It was a little bit tattered at the edges, a certain spot of fur matted together but it was the little blue bear that she’d had since birth, the one that hid at the bottom of her junior school bag because she refused to go to school without it… some days. Some days she preferred the small, white and slightly creepy looking cat that she’d carry around by the tale.

Her hands. Red, raw, bloody. Your own daughter, falling apart right before your very eyes.

“Rosie?” The therapist asks, trying to come to eye level with your daughter but it was difficult. Despite her blabbering on about how independent (without actually using that word) and brave she is, she struggled to even look into the eyes of a stranger.

“Rose?” You whisper, bobbing your knee up and down to get the small girls attention. “Can you talk to the lady please?”

“I don’t want to be here.” She mumbles, bottom lip falling into a pout. “I wanna go home.”

You take one of her hands in your own, thumb gently running over the little pink and white hello kitty band-aids. She doesn’t seem to notice, looking at the pile of kids toys that sat in the corner of the room.

“Harper just wants to help you like she helps me.” You try to prevent your voice from shaking and almost fail too if it weren’t for a quick side eye from the therapist. “She’s nice, sweetheart.”

Your daughter was never difficult, on edge definitely and you partially blamed yourself. She’d been bought up seeing you hide in a shell both of your old self and one of pure fear and terror, merely smiling and sometimes not even leaving the bed. On those days your daughter would lay next to you, a rerun of teen titans or how to train your dragon on Netflix. She surely heard your screams in the very middle of the night and saw you freak out whenever she was too loud.

“No, mum.” Your daughter looks up, her glassy eyes finally off of the teddy bear. She begins wriggling around in your arms, the small girl grunting as she fails down your lap. “I wanna play with the toys.”

You were unsure but eventually sigh, letting her go. The near-five-year-old jumps down, little legs making their way towards what children would call ‘Heaven’. There were lego pieces and board games and the odd Rubix cube but your attention was directed towards her little hands, the size of a large tomato but that didn’t worry you, what did was the fact that her hands were the color of one.

The therapist coughs gently, leaning forward in her seat. “So from what you’ve shown me I definitely see signs.”

You weren’t surprised, not even batting an eyelash. “What can we do from here?” You ask, foot tapping gently against the carpeted floor, a nervous habit.

“There’s nothing you really can do, neither can I considering her age. Rosie is young, this could easily just be a phase.” She almost shrugs it off casually, black glasses slipping down her nose and she was quick to shove them up again, eyelashes hitting the frames.

“So you just want me to-” You begin, with no success.

“You can bandage them, give her toys to play with and keep her nails short but that’s about it for now-”

“You want me to let my daughter keep doing this to herself? To sit back and watch?” You feel your eyes prickle and Rosie seems to ignore your sudden outburst. Either she was listening carefully as she often did, focusing despite your knowledge or she was completely oblivious, focusing purely on the game pieces.

A wave of anger washes over you, as well as fear and guilt. The system was screwed up, sure, but you didn’t know how bad until then and there. Your hands trembled, afraid that you couldn’t stop this, you couldn’t be the mother Rosie needed.

“There is nothing I can do. I’m sorry, I know it must be hard but you can help, even just by talking to her about what she’s doing.”

You grit your teeth, hands clenching around the arms of the chairs. If you gripped them any harder you fear the wood breaking off, snapping beneath your fingertips and causing a magnitude of splinters.

Rosie listens, wondering why the two adults were talking about her while she was in the room. The little girl was notorious for picking up things she shouldn’t and at that moment she was trying to decipher what they were saying and why her mum looked like she was about to cry.

Her chubby fingers toy with a Rubix cube and while she had no idea what she was doing, she adored the bright colors. However, they clashed with the pink and white that decorated her hands. The hello kitty ones were her favorite, definitely better than the wiggles band-aids that’d been forced on her last week by the teachers at school.

What was wrong with her?

{ Tom }

“I don’t care what you have tomorrow, We need to have a fucking meeting.” Tom spat into the phone, face red hot with anger. “Your girlfriend can fucking wait. This is important.”

His hands gripped the very roots of his hair, anger racing through every phone as the man on the other end tried to get out of it. Tom couldn’t completely blame him, he’d do the same if he was about to lose his head.

The silence was all that could be heard through the other end of the phone between heavy, nervous breaths and the mobster already knew that he had this one in the bag.

“I can try-”

‘Try’ wasn’t good enough, nowhere near it for the mob boss who had already been pushed past his breaking point by the same client multiple times. He was ready to get his hands dirty again, paint the town red and grey and make those that deserved it fall to their knees.

Tom turned towards his desk, fingers clenching around the cool gun, the metal making goosebumps arise. “You will be there or I swear to god-”

“Okay! Okay, I’ll be there.” Wilson muttered, pursing his lips together in defeat.

Tom almost laughed at the nerves that were visible through even the phone. The guy's voice shook with fear.

Tom hung up the phone, slamming it down on the desk in pure anger. People that messed with him and his business didn't get off the hook easily and this guy was no different- the fact that he thought he was made Tom’s blood boil. It made the wheels in his brain spin with different possibilities and ways he could show the client who the boss was in this situation.

“He’s coming?”

“He’ll be there.”

Words: 1524

Warnings: There will be violence, sexual references, and possible smut. (no guarantees) This story will also focus around both Y/N and her daughters struggle with mental illnesses so if you’re not okay with talks/symptoms of PTSD and OCD disorders the this won’t be for you.

Notes: Angels, I think you all deserve this fic after waiting so long. As someone with an OCD disorder (not the one that’ll be portrayed in this series), I’m so excited to delve into mental illness in fiction and do my best to portray it properly and just expand my horizons.

- There are a lot of dad/mafia series, so if this seems similar to yours then message me for credit.

Posting day: Tuesdays.

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bossnhugfirequeen · 6 years ago

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#WRESTLEMANIA RECAP 4/7/19: KICKOFF SHOW: WOMENS BATTLE ROYAL: (E) = Eliminated By -#mariakanellis (E) #embermoon -#candicelarae (E) #auska -#nikkicross (E) Auska -#naomi (E) Ember Moon -Emeber Moon (E) #lana -Lana (E) #sarahlogan -#kairisane (E) #riottsquad -#rubyriott (E) #danabrooke -#livmorgan (E) Dana Brooke -#zelinavega (E) #sonyadeville and #mandyrose -Dana Brooke (E) Sonya Deville -Mandy Rose (E) #mickiejames -Mickie James (E) Sonya Deville -Sonya Deville (E) Sarah Logan -Sarah thought she won, but #carmella was outside the ring and through out Logan. -Carmella won WOMENS TAG TEAM TITLES: #theiiconics (#billiekay and #peytonroyce) defeated #bossnhugconnection (#sashabanks and #bayley), #divasofdoom (#bethphoenix and #natalya) and #niajax & #tamina via Pin (Beth hit a GlamSlam on Bayley from the second rope, Billie taged in and covered Bayley) MAIN EVENT: WINNER TAKES ALL: -#beckylynch defeated #rondarousey and #charlotteflair via pin (Lynch rolled over Rousey) to become the #raw and #smackdownlive women’s champion! MY THOUGHTS: -The battle royal was fun, one thing I want to see from it is a Ember Moon and Naomi match! -I really thought that #laceyevans would come out an join, but she didn't. -Okay. Do not get me wrong, I love the IIconics and I like that they are tag team champs, but I don't think right now was the time. I think Sasha and Bayley had more work to do with those titles. I am heartbroken by it but I guess WWE has a plan. I just don't unerstand it at the moment. They can't give up on thier most over womens tag team just yet. -First off! I am so happy for Becky she deserves to have those titles she has been overlooked for so long but I’m so glad people see now! -Ugh I hate what I am about to say, that match was kind of messy, and the ending was very anticlimactic, which disappoints me a little. -overall after Boss n Hug lost honestly I was in a very somber mood😔 #wrestlemania35 #womenswrestling #wwewomensdivision (at MetLife Stadium) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv-2vlrn15O/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1uf8jfasco2gh

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mellasydalpha · 6 years ago

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2018 Women’s Royal Rumble Review

Sasha Banks and Becky Lynch begin the match.

Sasha Banks: I am living for her Wonder Woman gear. This boss is ready to shine. (As if she doesn’t already.) I can conclude Sasha wants all of the eliminations for herself. Sasha might’ve possibly gotten injured 18 minutes into the match. Twenty-seventh to go. Never turn your back on an opponent.

Becky Lynch: My steampunk Irish woman is back at it again and ready to win. Becky is steadily fighting people and keeping herself in the ring. We’re almost 30 minutes in and Becky is probably pretty tired. She’s been wrestling consistently but you don’t see it on her face. She’s still serious about getting this win. As soon as I type that Becky becomes the fourteenth to go. You did so wonderful though, Becky. The fans love you.

Sarah Logan: A new wrestler that came from NXT who is in the Riott Squad with Ruby Riott and Liv Morgan. She seems to be climbing the ladder successfully. She has now been called up to main roster. Sarah is the seventh eliminated. She had a good run though. Very impressive. Let’s see what Liv is going to do without her.

Mandy Rose: Also a new wrestler. Not as technically sound (in my opinion) as Sarah Logan but still a good wrestler. While she was celebrating to the audience Lita shoved her off the ring. She was the first elimination of the night. It is a shame because we didn’t really get to experience her wrestling style.

Lita: Lita is of course legendary. Everyone who really loves wrestling knows who Lita is. She is boldly wearing an article of clothing that says “TimesUp” and I am here for it. She comes in as the hot ball of fire we know and love. Lita is ready to give anyone that comes her way a “Twist of Fate”. She was the third elimination of the night, courtesy of Becky Lynch who knew two redheads couldn’t share the same ring.

Kairi Sane: This pirate is here to make everyone walk the plank. She is spunky and brutal. I love everything about her. From her move set to her quirks. She has a well developed character and does everything flawlessly. The fourth elimination of the night by Dana Brooks. Gone too soon.

Tamina: Was there for cannon fodder? She left as quickly as she came. She was the second elimination of the night. Lita was the one who eliminated her.

Dana Brooke: Dana is not that great at knowing when to time her moves. It looks a bit sloppy. Though I may be a bit biased because she eliminated Kairi. Dana is the next to go making her the fifth elimination.

Torrie Wilson: Known from the attitude era she is the woman in white. Torrie is the sixth elimination.

Sonya Deville: A powerful woman who packs a punch. I think I’m going to be a big fan of hers. Sonya’s elimination of Torrie was awesome. She’s really got some fire to her. Eighth eliminated, but I can’t wait to watch more of her matches.

Liv Morgan: I’m really into her theme music and I don’t know if her name is a reference to iZombie but it’d sure be a lot cooler if it was. Wish we could’ve seen more but she was the ninth eliminated.

Molly Holly: Another big name. We’ll see if she continues the trend of well known superstars getting eliminated soon after they arrive. Wow, she’s still got it. The move she did onto Sasha was really impressive. I think Sasha was hurt after it. Tenth to be eliminated. I do think she was hurt though so it was probably for the better.

Lana: Okay, that dress thing is really interesting. I also love the “Lana has had enough of your bullying” beat down that she gave Liv and Sonya. Oh lord, she is a good wrestler but never tell anyone that you ARE going anywhere. You will automatically not be allowed to go there. Eleventh to be eliminated.

Michelle McCool: And just like her husband she’s back-back-back again! She was doing a great job, but just like the Undertaker’s back, she is out! Thirteenth to be eliminated

Ruby Riott: The first thing I noticed about her is that her tats are sick. Everyone tried to eliminate her but she’s not going out that easily. Seventeenth is Ruby. She did gave them a run for their money first though.

Vickie Guerrero: EXCUSE ME?! ...Why? Yes, she’s got a catchy catchphrase but I was hoping we wouldn’t have to hear that ever again. It didn’t work the first time around and it’s not working now.. Twelfth out and not sorry to see her or the shtick go.

Carmella: This New Jersey girl is “Miss Money in the Bank” will she be victorious or go home broke? We shall see.. Having Money in the Bank = Expensive, Being terrified of Asuka = Priceless Carmella has such amazing reactions. Twenty-first eliminated

Natalya: This lovely Canadian wrestler has my Hart. Ooh, bad puns. Love them. Natalya I am very familiar with and have seen wrestle. She is so talented in the ring. Her turning on Beth was everything though. THE SHADE OF IT ALL. Natalya was the twenty-five to be eliminated but damn did she give it her all.

Kelly Kelly: I wish I could describe perfectly what my face looks like right now. Mostly it’s disdain. I have seen Kelly Kelly matches but never one I would want to watch again. She is not a strong wrestler at all. She is better as a model. Oh my god this is a train wreck. Sixteenth is Kelly and everything is right with the world again.

Naomi: Yes, one of my favorites whose ready to glow! I’m excited to see how she’ll do in the match. Naomi vs. Nia was beautiful to watch. They’re on par with each other. Eighteenth to go but forever my winner!

Jacqueline: I’m so surprised to see her here! She’s a fantastic wrestler and I’m most familiar with her work at Impact Wrestling. This should be fun. Jackie is the fifteenth to go. Seriously? Why bring them back if you are just going to eliminate them immediately. It’s not really showcasing their talent.

Nia Jax: Now it’s getting good! Nia Jax is such a skilled wrestler it’s not even fair. She can also sell moves really well. I would love to see her and Ember or Naomi wrestle again. Nia taking all the girls at once is breathtaking! You show em’ Nia! Nia is the twenty-three woman to be eliminated. She’s coming for all of you later just you wait.

Ember Moon: Speaking of really good wrestlers! Ember Moon is one of the newest editions to NXT and now the main roster and wow, she’s spectacular. She is one lady that won’t be pushed around. Ember is the twentieth to be eliminated. She did well with one good arm.

Beth Phoenix: Oh my gosh! The Phoenix has risen from the ashes! Hope her family is doing well. Glad to see her back. Beth teaming up with Natalya was too cute. Beth is the seventeenth to go. Heartbreaking really.

Asuka: Another person whose risen to the top and is majorly talented! Everything about her is so original and insane. Love it! AND THE WINNER IS.. Asuka!! Well deserved too!

Mickie James: One of the top female wrestlers and one of my all time favorites Mickie James is phenomenal in everything she does. From WWE to Impact Wrestling. Her outfit is so country and cute. Twenty-two to be eliminated but how iconic that it was because of Trish.

Nikki Bella: Not a big fan of the Bella’s myself. I am always scared when she’s wrestling because of a wardrobe malfunction. Twenty-ninth eliminated and what a match between her and Asuka!

Brie Bella: Again, not my favorite. We’ll see how it goes. Brie was backstabbed by Nikki. We see who the evil twin is now. Twenty-eight eliminated.

Bayley: I really like Bayley, her character is unique and sunny. I hope they keep her as a face from now on. NO! Bayley is the twenty-four to go and I call fluke.

Trish Stratus: How do you come for Natalya’s outfit like that?! But with all jokes aside, Trish has made milestones for women’s wrestling and of course she’d be here. Seeing Trish take both Bella twins down by herself was satisfying. Twenty-sixth eliminated because she thought she was so slick.

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wrestlingisfake · 6 years ago

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Evolution preview

Ronda Rousey vs. Nikki Bella - Rousey, a former UFC bantamweight champion best known for a 12-0 streak in mixed martial arts, is defending the Raw women’s title. Bella is a two-time WWE divas champion (once holding the belt for 301 days), and probably the best representative of the WWE women’s division from 2006-2015, after Trish Stratus and Lita retired but before the “divas revolution/women’s evolution” angle. Rousey is the latest effort to build upon the new era, and Nikki is the veteran of the previous era out to prove she’s still on top.

This matchup symbolizes a lot of the problems with the way WWE books women’s wrestling. Rousey runs down Bella for being promoted for her look and implies she benefited from dating John Cena, with the gist being that Nikki isn’t a “real” athlete because she’s too pretty and/or a slut. On the other hand, Nikki’s heel act involves whining that she isn’t given enough credit for building the platform Ronda just waltzed into (the implication being that Nikki actually deserves no credit) and making light of Rousey’s losses in UFC (which was a legitimate mental health issue for her, at one point). We’re expected to decide which side is more awful and root for the other, but the entire spectacle becomes revolting in a way that (for example) Roman Reigns vs. Braun Strowman would not be.

In general I think WWE has a very disturbing mentality about top women’s bouts, where the basic trash talking we’re accustomed to in pro wrestling has to be distorted into this hateful, passive-aggressive metacommentary on what is wrong with types of women. Rousey and Bella aren’t fighting each other so much as what they each allegedly represent--carpetbaggers and starfuckers, respectively--and it just feels like it’s less important which woman wins than which type of woman is deemed acceptable. This has been a creative problem within WWE for at least 20 years, and getting past it is the last great roadblock for gender parity in wrestling. Unfortunately it doesn’t feel like WWE even recognizes the problem, because this match could have been the division’s John Cena vs. Brock Lesnar but they’re determined to turn it into a Jerry Springer segment.

A title change could be interesting, as a way to legitimize Nikki and level-set Ronda, but I doubt either of those things are goals for WWE right now. Rousey’s role is to steamroll through everyone in her path, and Nikki’s role is to pass the torch. Rousey is going to retain, probably by tapout; the only real question is whether it’s a brtually one-sided squash or if Nikki gets to employ enough heel tactics to make a real fight of it.

Becky Lynch vs. Charlotte Flair - Lynch is defending the Smackdown women’s title under “last woman standing” rules, so anything goes but the first woman who fails to answer a ten count loses, and the woman left standing will be the champion.

So this program manages to be the opposite of what bugs me with Rousey vs. Bella. That may be because it’s a secondary concern, or because it’s on Smackdown where Vince McMahon is paying less attention, or both. The vibe here is very much Bret Hart vs. Steve Austin from 1996, when Bret was still technically the babyface, but Austin was catching fire, but Austin couldn’t just be a babyface without losing the edge that was getting him hot. There is far less of a sense that this feud is substantially different just because the combatants are women, because the feud isn’t about “which of these women is the right kind of woman?” but rather “these two wrestlers are gonna fucking kill each other.”

I’m sure there will continue to be hand-wringing about WWE mismanaging Lynch and the wisdom of her heel turn. But what’s done is done and at this point, they’re on to something with her and it would be foolish to alter course. I can’t even recommend booking Charlotte as a heel because right now her “I just don’t understand why my best friend would treat me like this!” act plays perfectly against Becky’s bad attitude. If Becky’s going to be Steve Austin, it’s not time for a Vince McMahon to screw her over; she needs a Bret Hart who is aghast and scandalized that she would tarnish the principles of good sportsmanship, and WWE is shitty at packaging that sentiment in a heel unless it’s transparently conniving.

Lynch ought to win. I don’t know where that leaves Charlotte in terms of her direction for Wrestlemania. It’s starting to look like whatever feature role they had in mind ought to go to Becky anyway. But the right thing for the business as a whole is to figure out how far they can take Lynch’s new act.

Trish Stratus & Lita vs. Alicia Fox & Mickie James - Trish and Lita dominated the WWE women’s division circa 2000-2006, and they’ve come to be regarded as the living legends of women’s wrestling. This started as a feud between Trish and Alexa Bliss (one of the top women in today’s division), with the intent of adding Lita to make it a tag match (that Alexa’s sidekick James happens to be a veteran from the tail end of theTrish/Lita era is a bonus), but Alexa couldn’t get medically cleared for this show so Fox is filling in for her. What had been designed to be a clash of then vs. now has become kind of then vs. then slightly later.

I would expect this match would have originally been about giving Alexa the rub against two legends, but now that she’s just cornering the heel team it’ll probably be an easy win for Trish and Lita.

Kairi Sane vs. Shayna Baszler - Sane won the NXT women’s championship from Baszler in August, so this is the rematch. Not much has changed in this feud because Baszler acts like the title loss was a fluke, so it’s still a battle of a big MMA bully and a little joshi underdog. They occasionally tease that Sane is going to hulk up (asuka up?) and bust out some epic strong style shit, but we may not be at that point in the story just yet.

Originally WWE acted like the entire NXT women’s roster would be on this show, but as of this writing the only NXT representation is this match. That, plus the fact that Baszler is one of the Four Horsewomen of MMA with Ronda Rousey, makes me think that there could be a reason they went out of their way to get Baszler on the show. Sooner or later WWE will want to do an angle based on that--if not now, when?

I could easily see this going either way, but Baszler really has nothing left to do in NXT, so a second title run feels pointless. She should probably just lose and pick a fight with the Raw or Smackdown women to build to her moving on up.

Io Shirai vs. Toni Storm - This is the final match to determine the winner of the second annual Mae Young Classic tournament. I haven’t heard of any particular stakes in the tournament; it stands to reason the winner will automatically be added to the NXT (or NXT UK) roster, but that’s probably true of the loser as well.

I honestly haven’t followed any of this tournament, so I don’t have any useful insight on the match. All I really know about Shirai is that she was the ace of World Wonder Ring Stardom and is frequently considered one of the best wrestlers in the world today, male or female. Storm was a semifinalist in last year’s tournament, and also the first women’s champion in Progress. This could go either way but it feels like WWE is more into pushing Shirai as a major acquisition, while Storm is earmarked for the fledgling NXT UK brand.

Sasha Banks & Bayley & Natalya vs. Ruby Riott & Liv Morgan & Sarah Logan - Banks, Bayley, and Natalya have been out of the title picture for months, leaving them with little to do but feud with Ruby’s Riott Squad stable. At one point it looked like losses to the Riott Squad were going to trigger a Banks/Bayley breakup, but apparently WWE couldn’t figure out what to do with that so they just made up like it never happened. Natalya has been playing the role of Ronda Rousey’s sidekick, so she’s handy to round out the babyface team.

Banks has only just been cleared to compete after being sidelined with a concussion, so this match will be a litmus test for where she’s headed. If she scores the winning fall, that suggests WWE is confident about putting her back in the mix at the top. If she’s pinned or submitted, I think that indicates that they’re still concerned about her durability and want to hold her back a while longer. Unfortunately I’m not all that confident in WWE’s confidence in Banks, so I’m picking the Riott Squad to win.

Battle royal - This will be a standard battle royal where all the participants will enter the ring at the start of the match, and the last one that isn’t eliminated will win. Eliminations will presumably occur when someone exits the ring to the floor over the top ring rope. (Historically many women’s battle royals have dispensed with the “over the top” part, making eliminations easier, but WWE seems to have moved away from that.) The winner is supposed to be awarded a future title match, presumably for either the Raw or Smackdown championship.

This is largely designed to make sure everyone who didn’t have a match on the card still got to wrestle on the show. For Raw that means Ember Moon, Nia Jax, Tamina, and Dana Brooke. For Smackdown that means, uh, basically everyone except Lynch and Flair: Asuka, Naomi, Carmella, Lana, Peyton Royce, Billie Kay, Mandy Rose, Sonya Deville, and Zelina Vega. Maria Kanellis is also involved, even though she’s on 205 Live now and has been doing a non-wrestling role since returning to WWE in 2017.

Returning to WWE for this match are Michelle McCool, Kelly Kelly, Torrie Wilson, Molly Holly, Ivory, and Alundra Blayze. Ivory was around during the Attitude Era, but her pre-WWE career goes all the way back to GLOW. Blayze is the only woman on this show who wrestled in WWE before the women’s division was reactivated in 1998. Interestingly, both Ivory and Blayze are a bit older today than the Fabulous Moolah was during her iconic feud with Wendy Richter in 1984.

It’s tough to guess who would win this match. If the winner goes after the Raw title, I would expect her to get squashed by Ronda Rousey at some point before the end of the year, and I don’t see any of the Raw names fitting into that narrative. If we’re setting up a Smackdown title match, Asuka would make sense, although you might want to keep Asuka and Lynch apart for a while to build to something bigger. Naomi vs. Lynch would be good, even if I wouldn’t give Naomi good odds of winning. None of the returning veterans strike me as being groomed for a “coming out of retirement for one last title shot” storyline, but you never know--maybe they think Blayze chasing the title could be big at the Royal Rumble or something.

If I gotta pick somebody, Asuka is a safe bet, but I don’t really think this match will be about safe bets.

#wwe #evolution #wwe evolution #ronda rousey #becky lynch #nikki bella #charlotte flair

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For the ask game, the 9th doctor.

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: does his leather jacket count for this?? bc oh boy do i love that jacket. but really it’s the sass. can’t be beat!worst quality: that boy puts the weight of the world on his shoulders and despite the fact that rose and jack and all them kids want to help, he doesn’t share the load and like boy! let 👏 people 👏 help 👏 you!ship them with: rose (obvi), and jackbrotp them with: micky!!!!!!needs to stay away from: lowkey rose’s mom, highkey everything bc that boy deserves some rest!misc. thoughts: i just, i love nine and he’s so underappreciated and i’m sad he didn’t get more time to be the doctor and christopher eccleston is such a cool dude and i wish he was my dad. that is all

send me a character!

#asks #snarkysnartes #non spn

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The Last Rose (Doctor Nez, one-shot)

[Summary] After having his invitation refused for the first time, the 9th Doctor finds advice and incentive in an unexpected place.

[Disclaimer] Doctor Who, its plots, universes, characters and medias, belongs to BBC and the authorized enterprises. The Monkees (band and songs) belongs to those wonderful, charming musicians; the TV show, to NBC, Screen Gems and Columbia Pictures; and the albums, to Rhino and Warner.

The crossover Doctor Nez (Mike Nesmith as a Timelord) was an idea by the wonderful authors @revychumso, @rose-of-pollux and @carlisliesimms fountains of wisdom to both fandoms. Please, go find them on Tumblr and give all the praise they deserve.

The One Rose (Left In My Heart) is, at once, a waltz and a country music classic, originally composed in 1930 (!) by Del Lyon and Lani McIntyre, and recorded in several other covers, in which we can count Mike Nesmith's, as part of the trilogy with The First National Band, in his first solo album, Magnetic South, of 1970.

[Initial Notes]Sorry, I'm not a native speaker, and this story was first conceived and written in Português. So, if you spot any grammar and spelling errors, please, don't be ashamed of pointing them (and your opinions in general) in the box below! :)

She didn't want to get into the TARDIS with him again.

After that fiasco, he couldn't say anything against her.

Nevertheless, she didn't pass the impression of a conformist person, or of someone who'd enjoy routines and predictability. Also, she'd never look like a coward. No way.

To find out the true nature of the beings that stole faces, or got hosted into the mannequins, she did everything beyond the call of duty to her job and her family, until the final consequences. Including an alliance with a complete uknown, unable to inspire any trust.

But, when they triumphed over the enemies, and everything went back to normal, she'd rather end their brief partnership.

He could never judge her, didn't have this right. Even so, the rejection hurt in both his hearts.

On the other hand, it was nearly reassuring, to see that his hearts still had any influence over his young, newly-regenerated body, and his equally young mind, hyperactive in spite of the age, but both so tired after long centuries of battle.

The War could have ended to the planets involved - some of them, with their entire population, were not amongst the existant anymore, by his fault - however, to him, the war was infinite. His lonely torment, impossible to describe, a prison without walls, walked along with him, infinite and inexorable, until the end of all worlds.

And there was not a living soul to guide him back to sanity.

He was worthy of such punishment, as the genocidal of countless people, inluding his own.

Cass ran away from him, like she'd do against a monster or a demon. She wasn't wrong. The amazing girl from Babylon tried to save him, and ended an outcast, a horror story eternally haunting her own people. Rose, after a brief glimpse of his monstruous nature, and his utter inability of saving all of the innocents who crossed his path, followed the wise female intuition, and stayed home.

He didn't have a home to go back to, so he left the choice of the next stop to the TARDIS. It was always a wise movement. No other technology on time-space machines could compare its driving skills with the super smart Old Girl.

To his surprise, they stopped facing more water. Not a river, like the Thames, but a titanic immensity, the Pacific Ocean, lulling the continent in sleepy waves, peacefully dozing through entire geological ages, and conveniently hiding the sound of the dematerialization.

Anyway, it wasn't hard to enjoy a long walk on that desert beach, and go unnoticed.

Nonetheless, they had company. Someone who sang to a nearly extinct bonfire, and a beautiful blonde guitar, well-sheltered in long, thin arms.

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Mike didn't expect to have that much fun. He should have gone around town, looking for work, to himself and the band. But Pete got a gift from some neighbors, in the form of a good lot of several leftovers, and proposed a picnic on the beach; as a suddent opportunity to chill out, sing and eat well, close to the fire.

They savoured hot dogs, baked potatos, enjoyed some desserts, and sang, in delight and harmony, with the sounds of the waves, the sunset, the moon and stars ascending into the sky. (2)

The hours advanced, and the young men gave way to exaustion, a pacific sleep, even better to be enjoyed, in a rare time when they were all safe and well-fed.

In spite of being as satiated and tired as the friends he tucked into bed, like a bird zealous of its fledgling cubs, the musician couldn't sleep. He got hold of the custom made guitar, went out the door, crossed the street, and sank his feet in the sand of the beach.

That moment of insomnia brought to him, for some mysterious whim, a bittersweet nostalgia for his motherland.

Michael would never regret migrating to California, pursuing his dream. Quite the opposite. He found a loving, protective family, with whom he could share his anxieties, his needs, and his music.

He had a fond remembrance of the moment when Micky asked him to sing the first song he learnt; and Davy's fiery insistance for having him singing on gigs too. He remembered Peter's unexpected and genius idea of proposing duets and vocal harmonies that needed the whole band, as a subtle way to force him to sing, and get the attention he also deserved, as part of the band, an imperative necessary part of the group. (3)

And it was with shame that he remembered the difficulty in believing that their appreciation, for his voice and his skills, was true, since the very beginning. After some lonely, bitter months living the life of a homeless unemployed, and suffering the complete rejection of any audience, besides having to put up with horrible people jeering at him for sounding like a "hillbilly", it seemed impossible that he ever could findd other professional musicians, inspired by unresistible empathy and creativity, who would enjoy his company and his compositions.

And against all odds, all possibilities, and all advices and common sense, they adopted him, welcoming him into their home. They were the brothers he never had, the precious companions for whom he worried, the people with whom he could live in mutual love, care and protection.

But that didn't mean that he couldn't, once in a while, miss the perfume and the colors of the angels' trumpets, the calls and runnings of the prarie chickens, the impossible heat of the desert air, and the way it turned into a green fountain of life, in the rainy seasons. A whole kaleidoscope of all possible shades of green, beyond where the eyes could see.

Nothing could be better, to take this blues away, than singing something that could bring forth the remembrance of motherland. The brief time of the song would bring him back to somewhere under the graceful sunrise that painted the sky with all shades of rose. He could return, even for some fleeting moments, to that poetic, lonely place where it was impossible to know where the earth ended, and the sky began.

A waltz. A love song. Back then, back there, this kind of music never brought him any luck; finding someone who wanted to hear him was a homeric task; and any of the girls at school ever wanted to dance with him.

Indeed, his past life was exactly like the one lived by the character of this song.

However, there was a man who liked dancing with Michael. Micky would hug him to the sound of the music, invite him to enjoy life, play and dance along with anything. Or he would jus smile at him, with his hazel-colored eyes lit with true joy, enough to light a whole town.

Both the drummer, with his nearly angelical voice, and the percussionist, with his elegant British accent, made crystal clear all about the honor they felt, in singing the shy westerner poet's compositions to the alternative scene of Malibu.

The young struggling musician didn't need to dream about the loving perfume of a rose, thankful for the caring and nurturing. After his long journey, he left the desert behind, and got to a garden, with three exotic plants that grew taller, flowered and with plenty of fruits, under his tender care and concern. They extended, like the refreshing shade of robust trees, an aura of friendship, mutual comfort and protection in his life.

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He didn't want to stay in the TARDIS, with only his own storm of negative thoughts for company. He neither wantes to go out and face aa stranger who would ask nosy questions.

Even so, there were undeniable magnetism and empathy in that strange's music. That juvenile, but deep voice could be the voice of someone who knew him as well as his own tormented conscience. The poetry of the song felt like composed at his request.

A poetry that was worthy of being heard live, carried throught the nearly cold sea air, instead of filtered by the cameras and scanners of the console.

Once out on the beach, he leaned on some rocks, away enough to avoid any contact, close enough for his accurate hearing catch every letter and every note.

Loneliness and sorrow suffocated the memory of experiencing true love. However, in the middle of the torment, immeasurable as earth after the catastrophe, a flower grew. A rose, a little, brief, fragile life. But also the unforgettable symbol of a kind, giving and restoring feeling.

Lonely hope, wandering endlessly on the dephts of the conscience of the exhausted, the defeated, who traveled aimlessly through the Universe.

Though, her courage and kindness could save him, regenerate him, more than the stubborn nature of his cells ever could, when they gave him a new body and personality, as it happened during his past ten deaths.

So he left the slumbering beach, and the solitaire singer who haunted it, yodeling like a mystic figure howling to the moon, before going back into his box, and setting the coordinates to that exact moment.

If she'd decline again, he'd go away. She would be lost, along with his sanity, drown into uncountable billions of bittersweet recallings.

If she accepted, he'd be honoured for travelling with her. It would be the only and best way of sharing the rest of his life with her, the perfect silent, yet meaningful gesture of his love and gratitude towards her.

Exactly like the person in the song, the Doctor would be saved by a Rose.

[End Notes]

1. The official explanation for poor 9's recovery after being "dumped" by Rose is one of the chapters of the wonderful collection of short tales 12 Doctors, 12 Stories. (Brazilian Edition: Rio de Janeiro: Rocco, 2015). If you haven't read the book and don't like spoilers, please, skip to the next note.

The 9th Doctor's short story consists of a nice trip to the ancient Babylon, where he finds his next temporary companion. She's not human, though. But, throughout the text, it's easy to feel how irrelevant this was to the Doctor, and how he was the only one who actually treated her like an actual person. They chat and pour their souls out to each other, and she becomes a cute protector of his, and gives him a lot of advices.

2. A shameless transposition of some verses from the song Auntie's Municipal Court, composed by Mike, for the band's fifth studio album, The Birds, The Bees & The Monkees.

3. The found family unit, drawn together before the band and the TV series, and Mike's chronic lack of confidence due to his voice, are headcanons taken from other authors in the fandom, @nezclaw and @averyextraordinaryscene, from Tumblr, also @Lisa_Boon1966, at AO3.

Like lots of other headcanons, these tales have a certain touch of truth. One of the comic/ narrative resources that was repeated throughout the whole series is poor Mike's "hillbilly twang".

This "exotic drawl" could probably be the final "proof" to make the executive producer in charge of the show, Don Kirschner, dismiss all of the guitarist's compositions, and his voice as well, jeering at them and calling them, with his most delicate words, "non-comercial".

Michael even denied, for decades, that he ever sang or composed certain songs in the show's OST, until someone who worked at Rhino dug out some old recordings from the 1960s, to be used at the remasterization of The Monkees' discography. And this blessed person sent him a copy of the demo version of the song The Girl I Knew Somewhere.

It's easy to imagine the fictitious personality of this young man suffering under prejudice and hostility, just for being unable to sound like the singers from the "big city", and developing the unbreakable belief that nobody would ever want to hear him. :(

Thank heavens that his adoptive children convinced him about the contrary - which was the truth!

#fanfiction #Doctor Who #The Monkees #Doctor Nez #crossover #my fics #fanfictions in English #The Last Rose

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REVIEW: Back To The Basics

Rapid Results:

Asuka tapped Mickie James out to earn a win for her team

The Rundown:

Alexa Bliss, and Mickie James, came out to discuss Elimination Chamber and how she changed the game for the Women’s Division and how she has set a new standard for being RAW Women’s Champion. She goes on to honor Mickie and claims she’s a future Hall of Famer and she has learned so much from her. Bliss says Sonya Deville and Mandy Rose have a bright future, just not while she’s champion. She calls Bayley a ‘sad situation’ and states that she capitalized on Sasha’s ego. She then tells everyone that she’ll go on to WrestleMania to break the streak. She says Nia broke Asuka last night and she’ll be more than happy to finish the job in 6 weeks.

Asuka strutted out and before Alexa could speak, the crowd began chanting ‘Asuka’s Gonna Kill You’. Bliss said nobodies fooled that Asuka isn’t 100 percent. She says Nia Jax deserved to win and be added to the title match at WrestleMania. She mocks Asuka’s level of English and says Asuka better wipe the smile off her face before she [Nia] does.

Nia Jax dashed out and Asuka knocked Mickie James and Alexa Bliss off their feet! Nia shoves Asuka over, but The Empress locks an armbar on Jax. Mickie and Alexa ran back in to help Nia, but Bayley and Sasha Banks ran out! The girls clashed as Alexa finished the job off by rocking Asuka’s jaw with a wicked right hand.

Oh great, another 6 woman tag match. Bayley and Mickie start it off for their teams and they exchange moves back and force. Bayley eventually stops Mickie’s momentum with a scoop slam and elbow. She throws her to the corner, but Mickie hits Bayley with a hurricarana. She knocks her over with clothesline before tagging Nia in. Jax pushes and rammed Bayley over like trash. She humiliated her and tagged Bliss in. Alexa screams into the referee’s face as she steps on Bayley’s stomach. Bayley was able to counter and bash Alexa’s head off the turnbuckle numerous times. She hit her with a sliding clothesline and tagged Sasha in, who was greeted with a crowd reaction. She went for a roll up, which failed, and then hit her with double knees. Banks got Alexa in the corner and leaped over the ropes, kneeing Bliss in the face. Alexa retreated to ringside with Mickie and Banks dropkicked them both through the ropes. She exited the ring and tossed Alexa in, but Nia pummeled into Sasha before she could get back in. Alexa used this to advantage and kept Banks off her feet by pulling her and slamming her down on her face. She locked her into a hold, but Banks escaped. However, Alexa threw her into the corner and sent her to ringside with a few kicks to her gut.

Back from commercial and Nia has Sasha in a hold. Banks countered and reaches to tag someone in, but Nia intercepts her and drills her into the corner. She choked Sasha against the rope and tagged Mickie back in. Mickie nailed Sasha with a kick and reapplied a similar submission on Banks, wearing her down. Alexa Bliss got tagged back in and she began stomping on Sasha’s head. She taunted Sasha to tag a partner in and applied a hold back on Banks. Sasha got out but was met with a hellacious clothesline from Alexa. Alexa knocked Asuka off the apron and went back to Banks. Sasha countered with a suplex and went to tag Bayley. But this time, Bayley left Sasha to the wolves and jumped off the apron! Mickie tried to sneak on Sasha, but Sasha rolled out and tagged Asuka in! Asuka knocked Mickie off her feet with dropkicks and rocked her skull with deadly backhands. Mickie tried to push Asuka off, but she ran off the ropes and hit James with a hip attack. Nia tried to get into the ring but Asuka knocked her off with a kick and hip attack as well. She cracked Mickie’s skull with a knee and began kicking her across the chest. Alexa ran in, but Bayley stopped her with a suplex. Mickie tried to hit a neckbreaker on Asuka, but the undefeated superstar caught her arm and flipped her into a armbar and leg lock combination! Mickie tapped out and Asuka got the win for her team. Bayley watched at ringside as Sasha was flabbergasted at what had happened.

Dana Brooke joined ringside as Titus Worldwide went to take on The Bar for the Tag Team Championships.

They confirmed that Nia Jax will get her hands on Asuka once again next week on RAW.

Stephanie McMahon and Triple H came out to discuss Ronda Rousey and Kurt Angle from Elimination Chamber. McMahon claimed Kurt was hallucinating and has double pneumonia (girl, really?). She says Ronda believed him and took action in ways that may be acceptable in UFC, but not WWE. A package from Elimination Chamber is shown from her putting Triple H through a table, and much more. Stephanie said Rousey acted from savage instinct and she had to get physical with her to remind her who’s in charge. She also stated that Ronda now reports to her and WWE owns her. She says she needs to call everyone out and remind them of their roles. She calls for Kurt Angle, but Ronda runs out and the two retreat to ringside. Kurt tells Ronda to stop and claims that coming to WWE was the best decision she’s made. She says she wants this more than anything, but she’s never been slapped before and she refuses to be disrespected. And she is not their property. Kurt reminds her and says she must work inside the system and Angle claims he lied about what he said about Stephanie and Triple H. Kurt talks foolishness and apologizes to his bosses. Stephanie lays out a treaty and says they can move on and make Ronda the star she is. Rousey demands Stephanie to apologize to her for the slap and she states that it McMahon doesn’t, she will rip her arm out of her socket. Stephanie becomes flustered and gives a phony apology. Triple H quickly right hands Angle and the two leave as Ronda checks on the RAW General Manager. Could this possibly be the mixed tag come WrestleMania 34?

RAW Talk:

What the hell was RAW? One night off the explosive Elimination Chamber PPV and that’s the best they could have done with the girls? There was barely any continuity from the show, except for Sasha and Bayley. Asuka acted perfectly fine despite Nia decimating her at the PPV. And suddenly Mickie is heel? Or is she just friends with Alexa for no reason? Anyways, they didn’t capitalize on any of that. I did love how Bayley ditched Sasha during the match, but everything else was incredibly basic. And where the hell was Absolution? Whatever.

The Ronda and Stephanie segment was goofy. The two women did fine, but the whole premises of the segment and Kurt’s blabbering was just so dumb.

I was really let down with RAW.

What did you think of RAW?

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Monday Night Raw Review December 11, 2017

What’s up, everyone!? It’s Monday again, I had half of my finals this morning, and now it’s time for Raw! Here’s my review!

Please let me know what you thought of the show tonight, and what you thought of my review. Any type of feedback is welcome! Thanks so much!

Opening Segment- Samoa Joe

The show opened with Samoa Joe calling out all three members of the Shield, but Roman Reigns was especially on Joe’s list. I love hearing Joe on the mic because he’s good at cutting a promo. He’s always very intimidating and powerful on the mic, and it just works for his character so well. I liked how they had that moment in the back where they showed Seth and Dean watching Joe and they were like, “Go get Roman and show him this.” It was just something I appreciated. I think sometime in the near future we need to see Samoa Joe as a champ again. I think he would be a fighting champ and a damn good one. Roman finally answered Joe’s challenge, and this segment ended with all members of the Shield and the Bar in an all-out brawl, with Samoa Joe hanging his head high. The crowd didn’t seem too impressed with anything until the Shield came out, but hopefully, they wake up later in the night.

Women’s Tag Match- Bayley/Mickie James v. Paige/Mandy Rose

This promises to be a good match! I’m still not over my excitement about Paige being back, it’s been so great to have her back! I think that ABSOLUTION works for Raw, and only Raw. I love Ruby Riott and her squad on Smackdown, don’t get me wrong, but I think if they wanted this, it should have been done a bit differently on both brands. I want Mandy Rose to change up her hear a little bit, though. If you wanna say “Women’s Division” or “Women’s Revolution”, I don’t think that the image she presents says that. She gives me a “Diva’s�� vibe, and everyone wants to move past that. While I’m still talking about gear, I thought Bayley looked like a Wild Berry poptart! This match was okay, nothing special or hard-hitting in my eyes to be honest. Bayley had a good leg sweep on the apron on Paige that I thought really gave this match the momentum that it needed, but Paige and Mandy picked up the win in a very heel way, and that was that!

Finn Balor v. Curtis Axel

Hi um yes please don’t call Finn the “first universal champion” if you aren’t gonna give him another shot at the title. I hate seeing Finn in a position like this where he’s wrestling bottom-card guys who don’t help him get anywhere. Finn is a future hall of famer, and he just doesn’t deserve this treatment. (also I sent him a tweet this weekend and he liked it! It wasn’t a retweet, but I’ll take a like!) YOU ALSO DON’T CUT TO COMMERCIAL DURING HIS ENTRANCE WHAT THE FUCK! I did really like how Curtis and Bo were mocking Finn when they came out to the ring, that was cute, and we got a Finn chuckle in the ring! The attack on Finn in the beginning was bogus, I didn’t need that at all. Curtis didn’t look half bad for this being his first match in what feels like years, and that snapmare takedown he had was nice! This match only got like, 6 minutes, which is so not okay. A coup de grace got Finn the win, and that was it. Nothing else. Of course I’m happy to see Finn every week, but he deserves something better. #FinnBalorDeservesBetter

Seth Rollins v. Sheamus

There have been a lot of rumours circulating that Sheamus might have spinal stenosis, which is the same condition that retired Edge and Stone Cold, and I hope that this isn’t the case and that Sheamus is okay. Both of these guys are fantastic wrestlers, and with the right storyline, they could put on a great main event PPV match! During this match, I’m mostly paying attention to the bumps that Sheamus is taking, to see if he’s specifically protecting his neck. It didn’t seem like Sheamus or Seth were being too careful, and he’s getting thrown everywhere in and out of the ring! Sheamus had some really great spots all throughout the match, especially with the axe handle in the beginning, and that cloverleaf submission was beautiful! Seth found his energy again towards the end but quickly lost it because he was selling his leg/knee during the match. Seth found that energy again with a huge superplex and a falcon arrow, but another kickout from Sheamus! Sheamus looked strong the entire match, but Seth picked up his victory with that weird knee strike he does as his finisher? Best wishes to Sheamus as the week goes on, I really hope this rumor isn’t true.

“Second Chance” Fatal Four Way- Cruiserweights

First of all, I am very happy that WWE took a stand against Rich Swann following his arrest for domestic abuse. That is not okay at all, and I’m glad WWE stood by their no tolerance policy. I am hoping that this division can wow me again this week because I’ve been so happy with them lately I love it. Tonight, we get to see Tony Nese, Cedric Alexander, Mustafa Ali, and Davari in a fatal four way to see who faces Drew Gulak next week. Over these past few weeks, I have loved seeing all the fast-paced action that these competitors bring to the ring, and tonight was no different. Cedric and Ali were my favorite ones to watch, but Tony Nese really impressed me tonight as well. Ali had that great popup dropkick in the beginning, and that was the moment that I was really into this match. The athleticism that these competitors showed was amazing, but it did falter in energy for me through the middle of the match. It picked up again when Ali hit that reverse 450 splash, and again when Cedric hit his finisher. Cedric ended up with a second chance victory, and will face Drew Gulak next week to contend for the cruiserweight title.

Cesaro v. Roman Reigns

Another “open-challenge” where we know who’s fighting before the show even starts. I guess this isn’t an open challenge then. I still love Roman’s “fighting champion” schtick and I hope he continues it for a while. Once the bell rang, these guys were ready to start fighting. This match really took awhile to get going, and it didn’t have anything behind it until the ending moments in my opinion. There weren’t many spots before the commercial break, and then when they came back from break, it wasn’t any better! Cesaro had Roman in a lot of holds and arm bars and submissions, which is fine for Cesaro, but it really keeps the momentum low and the crowd uninterested. Roman finally rallied back, and then he did that weird apron kick, and it just didn’t work for me really. The biggest moment for me I think is when Cesaro threw Roman into the ring post shoulder first because it was so loud and so hard-hitting. Cesaro is a great competitor and I feel like this wasn’t his greatest showcase. Roman finished the match with a spear, and retained his title again.

Women’s segment

I wanted this to be Asuka vs. Alicia again! I should’ve known that ABSOLUTION was gonna come out and ruin this. I wish this was an actual match and not a waste of time like it ended up being

Dean Ambrose v. Samoa Joe

I forgot this match was happening because this episode has already been so packed with matches. The opening moments of this match were already better than Roman’s match. Jason Jordan decided to sit on top of the ramp like Joe did last week and Jordan can just go away I’m so done with him. Before the commercial break, Joe hit Dean with an overhead kick, and I think Joe is more athletic than some people think and give him credit for. When the show returns, the crowd doesn’t seem too excited about anything, and it just feels like nothing is happening in this match. Dean slapped Joe in the face, and Joe had the best reaction. The camera keeps going back to Jason and I just don’t wanna see him anymore. Dean brought Joe over the top rope and I thought the way they did that was very cool! Dean also launched himself over the top and collided with Jordan and Joe, which was also great. I’m already predicting that Joe and Jordan will have a match next week and I hope that Joe kills him. Dean ended up being the only member of the Shield that lost tonight, as Joe locked in the clutch.

Braun v. Kane

The moment in the back with Titus Worldwide and Gallows/Anderson before the match was really funny because Braun just screamed his name and everyone ran away! I don’t super like this match because Big Guy vs. Big Guys isn’t really all that exciting to me, but I think this will prove me wrong because Braun is so athletic and fast. Braun is really pressing Kane tonight, and Braun’s speed is really helping here. I’m surprised Kane went for the chokeslam so fast, but Braun barely kicked out at 2! And Strowman got a chokeslam in on Kane! BOTH MEN WENT THROUGH THE BARRICADE! A DOUBLE COUNT OUT! COULD THIS MEAN THAT ONE MR. FINN BALOR IS OVER AND WILL FACE BROCK NEXT WEEK!? Thank god nothing happened in this match, I did not want to see any more of this.

I didn’t love tonights Raw to be perfectly honest. There wasn’t really a favorite match that I had, and it was just meh. A lot of times, the commentary was more interesting than the matches. I’m hoping with that double DQ tonight, Brock will come by next week and then Finn will come out and challenge him. I guess we’ll have to wait another week!

Thanks for reading!

-Casey

#wwe #wrestling reviews #monday night raw #finn balor #wrestlinghasmelike #wrestling blog #roman reigns #kane #jason jordan #samoa joe #the shield

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The turkey is in the brine, the football is inflated to a perfect 50 psi, and the television is on a timer to turn off exactly when those stupid parades start. It seems you’ve prepared for everything. But there might be one thing you’ve overlooked: thinking of all the things you should NOT talk about on Thanksgiving. Most people open their mouths and let words fly out without thinking a single thought about it. Many a misspoken word can be forgiven, but there are some boundaries which cannot be uncrossed. Here are 12 Topics to Avoid at Thanksgiving Dinner.

1. Local and/or Ancient Roman Politics

You have invited people from all over to your Thanksgiving Day dinner. They have all brought different desserts and guess what? They’ve brought different baggage from their local political situations as well. Everyone thinks their own mayor, sales taxes, and bad roads are so very interesting that they never stop to realize it’s all boring. Stan doesn’t even live in the city limits and he’s getting upset about the water department taking over the duties of the city waste disposal department. Then he goes on about how the aqueducts couldn’t carry away the trash of the Roman populace. At that point cousin Nate slams his fist down, grabs his dinner knife and screams “Yes, they could! That’s what they killed Caesar over! And I’ll do it to you, too!” At that point the children start crying. And we have to reassure them that the Senate was actually upset about his being named dictator for life. And though it helps, it doesn’t always pacify the young’uns. All the while you sit there, poking at the peas with your fork, bored out of your skull. Just put down that knife and sit in the awkward silence that family deserves.

2. Squid vs Octopus

Science has yet to prove there is a difference between the two, yet everyone still believes they know which one is which. It’s embarrassing. None of your family are scientists, and yet they all take hard lined stances on the subject. It’s almost exactly the lobster vs. crab debate from last year or the horse vs. zebra discourse of ‘09, but much more pointless and volatile. Steer clear of this subject. Don’t serve any seafood that could spark such a debate. If this does happen, the best of you will wake up from your tryptophan comas and wonder what the heck you were thinking, the rest will carry resentment over the matter well past Boxing Day.

Can you “spot” the difference?

3. What was the Best Episode of Jeopardy

Let’s face it, pretty much every episode is the same. This discussion always devolves into whether Alex Trebek should have shaved his mustache or not. If you want to have a conversation about types of mustaches and if they are a good idea in general, then knock yourselves out. But don’t have this important discussion under the guise of ranking episodes of Jeopardy. It’s not fair to you, it’s not fair to Alex Trebek.

4. The Best Way to Start a Retirement Fund

If there is one thing that brings a family together it’s money. But money doesn’t always bring happiness and contentment. I once heard from my mutual funds manager that most fights about money are about how to save for retirement. Although the general consensus is to invest in trinkets and subscription based services there are those that often disagree. Financial advisor Ira Roth has been the source of many family squabbles. He suggests stocks or accounts or something less fun. And more and more people are taking hard stances nowadays. So we recommend avoiding this subject all together.

5. Christmas

It’s still November, yet the shrill voices of children singing Yuletide songs has been scraping against your eardrums for at least six weeks now. Your job has essentially laid you off for four days when you need to be away from the house the most. And to top it all off, Aunt Kathy has decided it’s the perfect time to talk about what to do for a holiday that’s a whole month away. You aren’t even done with this drudgery and you are summoned to negotiate an even bigger ordeal than the one you’re currently trying to navigate as you rapidly slip into a culinarily induced coma. Not only that, but half of your family are Jehovah’s Witnesses. Which just adds to the drama because they are upset about celebrating Thanksgiving in the first place. If the subject comes up, the most diplomatic way to handle it is to start singing “The Monster Mash” as loudly as you can followed by “How do you like mixing holidays now? Huh?”

6. Cousin Gerald’s Seat on the First Shuttle to Mars

The ticket is bought. It is non-refundable. It was expensive and probably a scam. But he’s proud of it. He’s proud of the fact that his score on the 20 question IQ test he took on the internet was so good that he was automatically offered 20% off the already low low price. He’s proud that they waived the required physical because he paid with a money order. It’s a time to be THANKFUL. Don’t go around bursting Gerry’s bubble. That’s the kind of conversation for St. Patrick’s Day. Change the subject.

7. What Knot is Best

Possibly the best knot for these kinds of situations.

Dinner is over. Every belly is full. The dishes are stacked to the ceiling with care. And we all know what that means: “Let the Thanksgiving festivities begin!” So you try to take the initiative and hang the Pilgrim Piñata (something no one ever wants to do) and immediately you get an earful from your uncle Jack about how your square knot is the wrong knot and how you should be using a hogshead knot (something you’re not sure actually exists). Uncle Jack’s chastising under the pretense of ‘helping’ is quickly interrupted by your Grandpa’s two cents on how how a fisherman’s knot used to be all you needed to know. Soon all the men and most of the older women in your family are in a heated discussion about knots that no one wants to admit is getting heated, so everyone is talking in aggressively pleasant tones and fake laughing way too much. And the worst of it is, you were initially really proud that you had perfected the square knot in the first place. Avoid the conversation by not trying. Who’s ready for the Thanksgiving piñata?

8. The War of the Roses

You DO NOT want to go there. You don’t have enough information to make a valid point and you’re just going to end up looking like a FOOL. Everyone thinks they can hold their own when entering this conversation but no one has actually done any research beyond the occasional episode of “The White Queen” or a historical treatise here and there. The whole thing is a vain attempt to look smarter than your idiot cousin who’s only real skill is BSing his way through life. Good luck with that. Just stuff your mouth full of mashed potatoes and let it go.

9. The Beatles or The Rolling Stones

Pictured from left to right: Micky Dolenz, Peter Tork, Davy Jones, Michael Nesmith

Most people either don’t realize or refuse to accept the fact that The Beatles and The Rolling Stones consisted of the same musicians. The Beatles were so famous and out of their minds that they had to create alternate personas just to keep their brains from exploding. In fact they did it twice more. Once as Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band and the other as The Monkees. So forget arguing an essentially moot argument. Instead argue if the Rolling Stones were better than Elvis. That’s a valid argument. Argue that

10. How Dry/Moist the Turkey Is

Ugh. Small talk. The Thanksgiving version of talking about the weather. It only serves to hurt the cooks feelings or stroke their ego. It’s stupid, pointless, and sadistic. I want to blow my brains out.

11. Grandma’s Will

Although we’ve known for years that Mam-Maw only has days left, I must advise that it would be prudent to leave the subject of her Last Will and Testament alone. Remember five years ago, when we found out that she didn’t have one? Well, you nagged her into writing one on her own because you didn’t want to force her into doing something she wasn’t willing to do. But she had already slipped so far from reality that it turned out completely incoherent. And what did make sense would ruin the family for years to come. Well, next year you suggested she write a new one. Too bad for you, because Great Aunt Gladys hired a lawyer and threatened to sue you and cut you out of the will completely if there was any suspicion of foul play or tampering. And it only got worse from there. Cut your losses and get over it.

12. Any Shared Family Memory

We use the term “shared” loosely. Any memory that more than one family member might have will invariably be variable. More than that most events from long ago will be so downright contradictory that any outsider would wonder if these people are related at all. A good way to deflect this is to bring up a memory that none of your family share. Unfortunately, this will come at the price of your dignity. That’s right. Revealing your most shocking and embarrassing secrets is a surefire way to keep the rest of the family from shouting you down in dissent and instead keep them shouting you down in disgust. Who are you kidding? There is no possible way to keep your family from fighting. But at least this time they won’t be calling you a liar. Except for your mom, who believes she raised you better than that.

Surely another successful Thanksgiving is at hand so long as you let these sleeping dogs lie. Memories will form like never before and, who knows, maybe some new traditions will be formed, too. Just remember, if some uncouth relative brings up one of these subjects, you don’t have to get involved. And, if there’s any doubt, have a seat at the kids table. No one there is going to write you out of their will.

Horace Dunmar

#thanksgiving #politics #family #the beatles #the rolling stones #the monkees #squid #octopus #zebra #horse #turkey #war of the roses #the white queen #jeopardy #alex trebek #pumpkin pie #turkey day

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ahoforhavoc · 7 years ago

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Raw was a Rollercoaster

So Nia came back... yay. I’m actually happy to see her, politicking and all. I do think that losing to Sasha (clean or not) wouldn’t have furthered their story anymore. It was dead. Time to move on. She goes over Bayley again, which the only person who looked like a star for it was Alicia. She’s a gem. I love to see her doing stuff. Everything she says is amazing.

Finn won... yay. Only to be destroyed by Kane. Why? What happened to the campaign? Is that over? Kane’s not really a permanent enough fixture to be handing out ass whoopings to these guys who should be main eventers. Especially Finn.

Stephanie buries everyone and everything. That got old the first 900 times.

And Alexa versus Mickie... where do I begin?

I hate this ending. And that’s from someone who LOVES Alexa, and has loved her ever since she was a tutu-wearing glitter pixie with a degree in bedazzling from the university of glitz. WWE, how do you screw this up?? You’ve got Mickie and Alexa, two of the most agile, charismatic girls on the roster... and you give us something SO underwhelming and forgettable and you have the audacity to stick that in the main event? Making us WAIT for a forearm to the face to end the match? Was Mickie not even worthy of at least the spike DDT, that you make her lose to a suckerpunch to the face? I’m not mad at Alexa. I’m not sour on Alexa. I think she’s wonderful. But this match... it didn’t need to happen. Not if it was going to end like THAT. It may as well have not happened at all.

Mickie had the opportunity to tie one of Trish’s records, after they had Nattie break the other one. She didn’t even need to beat the record, but tying it wouldn’t have been the end of the world. Plus, look at your champions - Miz, Brock, Jinder, Natalya, Baron, Usos, Enzo...that’s nine titles(/sets of titles in the case of the tag team champions) in circulation on main roster TV, with eight of them being held by heels. The ONLY exception is Ambrollins in the Tag Team title picture on Raw.

I love Alexa. But, Mickie deserved a better ending that that. Even if she was going to lose, which makes NO sense with heel heavy champions, she could’ve won with anything but a forearm shot to the face. It doesn’t even feel like Asuka vs. Alexa is on the horizon, because she’s in that squashing jobbers phase Nia was in forever when she got there. Who’s left to be built as a serious contender without a call up from NXT? MAYBE Ember Moon, but I don’t think she and Asuka are gonna go to the same show. And I don’t think Ember gets a crack at Bliss before Asuka. Maybe Carmella cashes in on Bliss and jumps from SD to Raw, but guess what? STILL a heel champion!

Ughh... so the Cruiserweights. They were an afterthought. Drew got a small chance to shine, but he always makes the most out of the little he’s given.

Oh, and apparently, Braun is a terminator who rose from a garbage truck... as in he’s been living in the garbage for fifteen days... and he’s not dirty or greasy or thirsty or hungry, in spite of LIVING IN THE GODDAMN GARBAGE.

I had such high hopes going in there... but the third hour man... if you’re not gonna do anything with it, don’t have it. S’all I’m saying.

Also, if your��re gonna have DBry take a pretend bump, you BETTER put him in the match as Team SD’s captain to combat Kurt. Even if he doesn’t bump in the match, he needs to be involved. #sothereshope

#Raw #Wrestling #My Raw Thoughts #Alexa Bliss #Mickie James #Asuka #Cruiserweights #So That Was A Goddamn Mess #Finn Balor #Kane #Daniel Bryan

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tmariea · 8 years ago

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The Birds and the (Oblivious) Bees

Zaveid attempts to give Sorey and Mikleo The Talk. They are not impressed.

It is very possible, in fact, that they decide to be little shits about it.

For @neodiji for giving me the idea, and then letting me lift some of the lines directly from our conversation.

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“How in the world do you not know better by now?” Mikleo hissed at Sorey through his teeth.

“Ah, sorry,” Sorey replied, and hung his head while scratching the back of his neck. His attention turned quickly back to Zaveid, who was seated across from them at a table in the inn lobby, with a mug of ale clutched in one hand. How many he had drank before that was anyone’s guess. The way he looked at the two of them, Sorey knew they were in trouble. As Mikleo said, he should have known it, from the moment Zaveid slung his arms around their shoulders and said he had some worldly advice to share. It was even worse in that Rose, Lailah and Edna had taken up residence on one of the couches nearby to watch. The only small mercy was that it was late enough at night that the other patrons had cleared out, and the innkeeper retreated to a back room.

“So, Sheps, I saw how you looked at our Mikky boy here in the sauna this afternoon. Trickling sweat, flushed cheeks and all that.” He paused to wiggle his eyebrows and take another swig from his mug.

“If you continue that thought, I will turn your ale to water.”

Zaveid gasped in horror and clutched his ale to his bare chest. “You wouldn’t.”

“He would.”

“Anyways, what I wanted to ask is if Old Zenrus ever taught the two of you about the important stuff.”

“Well, sure, Gramps taught us all sorts of important stuff,” Sorey said, hesitation in his voice. The sauna and their education struck him as rather unrelated subjects, but he continued, “Like reading, and writing, and history, oh, and some survival skills, too.”

“No, I’m talking about the birds and the bees.”

“There was that unfortunate period when we were six when Sorey wanted to be an Elysialark. So yes, unfortunately, we know all about birds. Less about bees.”

Sorey crossed his arms and looked away from Mikleo. “Hey, you didn’t mind! You were just as interested.”

“Not interested enough to try to look like one.” Mikleo reached over to twitch one of his earrings. No matter how many times he did that, it always made Sorey blush.

“Is it even possible for the two of you to tone it down for a few minutes?” Edna added. When they looked over, she had retreated back into her role as mildly-disinterested spectator.

Zaveid, on the other hand, was looking at them with a lot of interest. “Alright, it’s obvious that you’ve thought about it at least.”

“Thought about what?”

“You know, bumping uglies.”

Those words rang no bells for Sorey. It didn’t seem like any of their answers had made headway either, so perhaps the best strategy would be to keep silent. Zaveid would give up eventually.

That was not the case. He set his mug down on the table, and began to lean forward slightly as he continued to talk in riddles. “Assault with a friendly weapon. Practicing with his staff. Gland to gland combat.” He paused here to insert another eyebrow waggle.

That, along with the increasingly suggestive tone of voice, was enough for Sorey to put two and two together. Zaveid was asking them about their sex life. The metaphors were exceedingly strange – and why in the world were they all about fighting? – but for some reason they existed, and Zaveid was asking them about their sex life. Boy was it a good thing he had a bit of blush left from Mikleo playing with his earring. His current blush could just join the party. He glanced at Mikleo to see if he had reached the same conclusion. His bright cheeks and a tiny nod confirmed.

Zaveid was too wrapped up in his terrible metaphors to notice the exchange. He barreled on forward, oblivious to the fact that the two boys on the other side of the table looked even more as if they would like to be anywhere else. “Taking an adult nap. Churning the butter. Dipping the stinger in the honey. None of these ring a bell?”

“None at all,” Mikleo said. Sorey didn’t miss the sly lilt in his tone, but he doubted anyone with a less intimate knowledge of Mikleo’s voice would catch it. It spoke mischief. The light in his eyes even more so when they glanced at each other again. If Zaveid was going to make them sit through this, they were not going to make it easy. Sorey gave a tiny incline of his head, and then settled back to watch. He knew his inability to lie would give them up, so he would let Mikleo do the talking.

“Maybe if you described it?” Mikleo continued, smoothly covering up the beat left by their silent conversation.

A small noise drew Sorey’s attention to the group behind Zaveid. Rose’s face was red with suppressed laughter, and she was failing even at that task. Looking at her made him want to start laughing too, so he turned back in time to see Zaveid making a grandiose gesture with his arms, which flung his mug of ale to one side and threatened to slop the contents. This was no good for Sorey’s restrained mirth either, but he did his best to keep his face in check.

“I thought you would never ask.”

They thought they would never ask either.

Mikleo was visibly restraining himself from putting a hand to his forehead, Sorey could tell in the way that his fingers on the table twitched. But he put on a brilliant show with a face that was both curious and confused, and said, “Please, go ahead.”

“Alright, now when a man’s assets have arisen…” Zaveid began.

Sorey didn’t quite catch his next words past the distraction of Rose leaning over and burying her face in Lailah’s lap. Lailah herself had pulled out a fan of cards to hide her blush, and Edna continued to look unimpressed. As far as himself, he was certain he must be blushing, too, and attempting to keep the corners of his mouth from twitching was not going very well. Zaveid seemed to either be too tipsy or too wrapped up in his speech to notice.

The innuendo problem never improved. It was perhaps impressive, that Zaveid managed to waltz his way through an entire description of sex, accompanied by a crude gesture or two, without ever mentioning such important words as ‘penis’ or ‘orgasm.’ Sorey was left thinking it was a good thing they already knew about sex; if they didn’t they probably would have walked away from the conversation more confused when they started.

“So, do you get it now?” Zaveid finally asked, once he had wound down.

Mikleo, who definitely deserved a prize for remaining calm and collected through the whole thing, looked him right in the eye and said. “No.”

“Oh come on! You seriously still don’t understand? Man the two of you are beyond choir-boy pure.”

“Could you maybe put it in more plain terms?” He suggested. “All of these metaphors are rather obscure.” On the couches behind Zaveid, Rose still had her face buried against Lailah’s knees to stifle her laughter, but a heavy snort broke through anyway.

Zaveid scowled impressively before draining his mug. At this point, even he seemed to be reaching the breaking point on his ridiculous metaphors. He set the mug down with a hollow clank and a few choice mutterings on oblivious youngsters. “I’m talking about sex!”

They had done it. They had gotten him to break. Goal accomplished, Sorey decided it was safe to add his two cents again. He clapped a fist into his open palm and said with enthusiasm, “Ah, Mikleo, that’s great! We have a term for it now! It’s called ‘sex.’”

“Oh thank the Lords,” Mikleo replied, dropping the innocent act and the oblivious face. He let a shit-eating grin creep into its place. “It was getting really tiring having to say, ‘do you want to do that thing that feels really good, you know, where you put your hard dick up my ass.’ Far too much of a mouthful, really.”

That was the end of Rose’s control. She rolled over and clutched her stomach while she roared with laughter. Even Edna had drooped forward to rest her forehead on her propped up umbrella while her shoulders shook. Lailah looked mostly shocked at Mikleo’s use of language, but she was definitely hiding a few giggles behind her cards along with her red face.

“Wait, so you’re telling me you knew what I was talking about the whole time?” Zaveid demanded, while leaning forward towards them with wide eyes.

“It did take us a few metaphors in – Mikleo wasn’t kidding when he said they were obscure – but yes.”

“And you just let me keep going?”

“Well, you were the one who started asking about our sex life in the first place. You brought it on yourself,” Mikleo said, crossing his arms. He looked rather pleased with himself.

Zaveid flung up his hands and groaned. “You know Micky-Boy you are a damn better actor than I ever gave you credit for. But at any rate, I think you owe me another ale for going through all that.”

“I don’t know, it seemed like you were enjoying yourself,” Edna input from behind. She had stood so she could lean on her umbrella, with her normal deadpan expression firmly back in place.

Zaveid turned around, just now seeming to remember that the three girls had been behind them for the entire conversation. “Not you too.”

“Well of course me too. Wouldn’t want to miss out on the fun. But now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll take my leave before you start asking for details. That is information I do not need.” She slung her umbrella over her shoulder and picked her way around the empty tables toward the stairs.

“I think Edna has the right idea,” Sorey said. “It’s late; I’m pretty beat.” Not to mention, he was in favor of escaping before Zaveid started asking for details as well. He did hold up a placating hand though, and add, “I will get you that ale, just, tomorrow alright?”

He stood from the table and took Mikleo’s hand. After all they had just sat through, this should have been nothing, but it drew a small blush from his water seraph anyway, which made him grin. Mikleo just scowled and started across the room as well, dragging Sorey along behind him.

Once they were tucked into the shadow of the stairs, Sorey nudged a bit closer and murmured in his ear, “You know what else is a mouthful?”

In the dim light, he could just see Mikleo squeeze his eyes shut and press his free hand to his forehead. “That metaphor was nearly as awful as Zaveid’s. And you do realize he can probably still hear you? You’re just giving him more ammo.”

He pretended to think on the matter for the moment before saying, “That’s alright.”

“Well then, I’ll accept your offer,” Mikleo said, and resumed tugging him up the stairs.

I am here to tell you that the line “When a man’s assets have arisen” is a real line which I heard someone use with my own two ears, while we were trying to give a friend the sex talk. Everyone in the room except for our poor confused friend just died laughing, and it was supremely unhelpful, but I will never, ever forget it.

#tales of zestiria #sormik #suremiku #zaveid #tmariea writes #edna (toz)#rose (toz)#lailah (toz)#really bad sex metaphors

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bellamysgriffin · 8 years ago

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rory williams, micky smith, danny pink, captain jack for the character thing

so i am rly bitter i just lost all my answers for these bc my computer froze but anyway i love you and i will do it again

Why I like them: he’s so loving to his wife and considerate and brave but he doesn’t need everyone to know that he’s content how he is

Why I don’t: his whole “i love you more than you love me” thing um every time moffat does smthg like that to rory i lose a year of my life

Favorite episode (scene if movie): the girl who waited i think

Favorite season/movie: 5!!

Favorite line: i’d forgotten that not all victories are about saving the universe:

Favorite outfit: centurion outfit duh

OTP: amy/rory

Brotp: rory/doctor

Head Canon: he and captain jack (and other friends of the doctor) became friends during the time he spent waiting for amy

Unpopular opinion: him coming back to life all the time isn’t actually that funny (it was okay) it was just bad writing

A wish: that maybe i see him again before we finish s10??

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: pls don’t let moffat ruin his characterization if he ever does come back

5 words to best describe them: the love of my life

My nickname for them: roranicus

mickey smith: (i’m bitter this deleted bc i had the BEST RESPONSE)

Why I like them: he ultimately gave up the girl he loved and left home to stay in a parallel world bc he finally found his true purpose in life and even though he wasn’t always the best boyfriend to rose he did his best to do right by her and he deserves the world

Why I don’t: this is so hard?? i guess how he treated the shop girl he dated when rose left

Favorite episode (scene if movie): hm i quite like boom town but i’d have to say rise of the cybermen/age of steel

Favorite season/movie: s1

Favorite line:You left me! We were nice, we were happy. And then what? You give me a kiss and you run off with him, and you make me feel like nothing, Rose. I was nothing. I can’t even go out with a stupid girl from a shop because you pick up the phone and I comes running. I mean, is that what I am, Rose, standby? Am I just supposed to sit here for the rest of my life, waiting for you? Because I will. (DISCLAIMER: not his best moment, but one of his most compelling and interesting ones)

Favorite outfit: hm. his UNIT one?? i liked that one

OTP: mickey/martha to the death

Brotp: him/doctor, him/jack, him/rose, although i think nine/mickey and also mickey/jackie are my faves

Head Canon: him and jackie became rly close while rose was gone and he became something like a son to her and cared for her all the time even though she thought he murdered rose once

Unpopular opinion: i think he is one of the best characters ever to come out of doctor who. i also think he was good since the very first episode, he didn’t even grow into it. his arc is absolutely amazing and his sense of self worth makes me want to cry. he treated rose well even when he was hurting, and though he could have done better, he didn’t purposefully guilt her into anything. he’s such a compelling, relatable character

A wish: that ppl would appreciate him more. also that he and rose still found some way to keep in touch when they were in different universes (I KNOW BUT LET A GIRL DREAM)

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: don’t forget him?? he’s so important.

5 words to best describe them: underrated, underrated, underrated, underrated, underrated

My nickname for them: rickey or tin dog (ik i suck)

danny pink:

Why I like them: he was a caring guy who was great with the kiddies.

Why I don’t: he didn’t get enough screen time and he gave clara a lot of ultimatums (they should have been better to each other)

Favorite episode (scene if movie): dark water i guesS?

Favorite season/movie: hahahaha 9 (jkjk)

Favorite line: “one person is more amazing than universes”

Favorite outfit: in the forest of the night

otp: oswink i s’pose

brotp: him/doctor ig…. honestly the relationship was shafted bc of the dumb “i hate soldiers” arc

Head Canon: his soul lived on post death in heaven and that he managed to find peace within himself

Unpopular opinion: he had potential but he was too rory-like and underdeveloped and steven moffat did his character dirty when he had a lot to offer

A wish: that he could have been what was promised

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: don’t bring him back moffat he’s the only character you left dead

5 words to best describe them: caring, intelligent, affectionate, loving, brave

My nickname for them: dan the soldier man

captain jack:

Why I like them: what’s not to like honestly?? he’s brave, he’s redeemable, he’s strong, he’s caring, he’s pan (omnisexual technically)

Why I don’t: idk i p much always liked him haha

Favorite episode (scene if movie): boom town yo

Favorite season/movie: s1

Favorite line: Being here, I’ve seen things I never dreamt I’d see. Loved people I never would have known if I just stayed where I was. And I wouldn’t change that for the world.

Favorite outfit: his outfit in boom town i think??

OTP: i hear jack/ianto is great, but i’ve always been fond of rose/doctor

Brotp: him/doctor, him/rose, him/mickey, him/martha,

Head Canon: he and martha stayed in touch :’) also that even though he was devastated abt getting left behind, he still helped ppl bury the dead and console the living

Unpopular opinion: he’s not that hot??? also john barrowman isn’t great lol (i do love his line on dw confidential when he teared up abt the show tho)

A wish: he and jenny met up (whispers meekly: go read jenny returns on ff.net my user is danahscott and i think you might like it??)

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: don’t get decapitated (too LATE)

5 words to best describe them: cheeky, funny, cocky, slytherin, smart

My nickname for them: captain cheesecake

send me a character!!

#dana answers stuff #dw #doctor who #rtd #anti moffat #jack harkness #rory williams #danny pink #mickey smith

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maddystar1theyoutuber · 5 years ago

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Chapter 2 rose: autons, a friend and a mad man.

-1 year later-

“Alice what did I say about you and mic being gross.” I said with a smirk as micky and Alice laugh.

“oh, shut up.” Alice said still laughing.

“anyway, catch you two later.” Micky said as we say goodbye. me and Alice head to Henrik's where we work.

Could this explain why if I’m not here the universe will collapse, I thought this all over as Alice and me head to Henrik's where we work.

-closing time-

Alice and I are walking out of Henrik's, when a guard called out and held out a bag of money in front of Alice.

“hey why don’t you go on ahead. I’ll drop this off and see you tomorrow.” Alice offered.

“if you’re sure.”

“yeah. See you tomorrow. Bye”

I walk out of the building and put my earphones in and play thanks for the memory’s by fall out boys.

I made my way to my motorbike. When I got there, I had the music up to loud, so I didn’t hear the Tardis materialise behind me.

I felt the wind pick up and my music changes to roaring 20s by panic at the disco, I look up to see not a cloud.

Then suddenly a hand touches my shoulder and I look to see who it was and my jaw drops.

It was THE DOCTOR.

-the doctors. p.o.v.-

I step out of the Tardis to notice a girl looking up at the sky.

But what court my attention was the scarf and leather jacket.

The same scarf I wore in my 4th regeneration. And the same leather jacket I am wearing right now.

I got curios and approached her.

As I did, I heard the music playing thanks to my time lord hearing it was roaring 20s by panic at the disco.

This made me wonder who she was, clearly not from this time sense that song is made in 13 years from now.

I tap her shoulder and she spun around.

Her jaw dropped and she looked surprised, like she knew me, but I didn’t know her.

Then I notice her look over my shoulder to the Tardis.

That confirmed it she knew who I was but how.

“do I know you.” I asked and her attention snaps back to me shock still written on her face.

“Val… Valerie harper. And you shouldn’t be worrying about me there’s a girl in the basement filled with autons.” She said as she spun around and got on her motorbike.

She put on her helmet and said “don’t worry next time we meet I’ll explain everything. See you tomorrow doctor.”

And then she was gone I was surprised that she knew me, but it was unnerving at the same time.

Who is she?

-the next day-

- Valerie’s p.o.v-

I woke up to my phone going off, I answer, and it was Jackie going off at me for leaving Alice behind and that Henrik's blow up, but I didn’t get a call yet, so I acted like I was surprised.

“oh my god, is Alice ok.” I said in fake shock, and thankfully Jackie bort it and I was off the hook.

“she’s alright. But seeing how you two don’t have a job anymore she’s sleeping in” Jackie said.

“hey, I think I’m gone a come over so me and Alice can job hunt together. Is that ok with you” I asked.

“of cores its alright, I’ll pop the ketal on then sea you soon. Bye” Jackie said and hung up.

I got up and put on worn jeans, red converse’s, a white and black checker hoody, a tank top and my scarf. (the 4th doctors’ scarf.)

Knock, knock, knock.

I was already half whey down the hall, so I answered the door and was surprised to who it was.

It was the doctor, THE DOCTOR.

I mean yes, I sore him last night but that was in town, this was my apartment, my front door, the last place to see the doctor.

I quickly shake my head and stutter “wh… what are you doing here.”

“I could ask you the same question.” He said sounding offended.

“I live here.” I replied

“I must have got the wrong signal. You're not plastic, are you?” the doctor said and tapped my forehead.

And I remembered something the 10th doctor said.

-flash back-

“The only event we know didn’t happen is bad Wolfe. And because it never happened, we don’t know why.” The doctor said.

“which bad Wolfe would that be. When Alice becomes the bad Wolfe or the end of the universe.” I asked and both missy and the doctor look at me like they had no idea there where two.

“ok I’ll take that as neither” I said.

“wait. Who’s rose.” The doctor asked and I was surprised.

“in your 9th regeneration you met a girl in the basement of a shop called Henrik's. her name was rose” I said.

“oh, her I never sore her after Henrik's, wellll, I did accidently found her flat, and polled off her boyfriend’s head she just ran off, after that I travelled with a girl called anna.” He said.

-end flash back-

“no see you then” he said and was about to walk off, when I grab him and poll back into my flat.

“no, we need to talk. And I know your curios how much I know about you and let’s just say it’s a dangerous amount” I said, I notice he became more interested and followed me to the living room.

“you make it sound as if this is the first time we’ve met, yet you know who I am so tell me who are you.” he said, and the look in he’s eyes tell me to tread carefully, or the oncoming storm will pay a visit.

I sigh and sat on the couch and him to do the same on the opposite from me.

I take a deep breath trying to control my fangirling which is hard when I the man I’ve known sense I was 4, is seating right in front of you.

“I’m from a parallel universe your life is a tv show, it started back in 1963 when Ian and Barbra first stepped into the Tardis, but got cancelled in 1989, there was a movie in 1996 which is about the advencher in which you regenerate into your 8th regeneration, and in 2005 there was a reboot that was of what you are currently doing but it didn’t follow your perspective, it followed the girl you met last night rose, oh, and it was still running when I left. As for the time war it was in the gap, so my knowledge is vague, but I do know what you did and that this actually your 10th regeneration. Any questions” I asked.

the look on his face was a mix of horror, surprised, curiosity, anger, sadness and suspicion.

“so, say if I believed you do you know what I’ve recently lived through.” I nodded my head and biting my lower lip.

pity and sadness in my eyes, which he court on to. Then I noticed in his eyes he was trying to keep rage under control, But I could see he was falling

“doctor you where the one who brought me here to fix time and make shore pacific events happen or it will destroy the universe.” I said trying to ease the storm.

But instead it made it whirs, he lunged at me grabbing both my wrists and slammed them into the couch either side of my head.

“you apes are all the same violent and self-destructive, you watch death and distracted, and call it entertainment.” He almost shouted the last bit.

“your wrong, I can’t speak for every other human, but I watched the show, I watched it for the advencher, hope and bravery.” His grip tightened and I winced at the pain.

“and besides if you hate us apes, why do you keep saving us.” I asked trying to waver his anger without letting him know his hurting me, because it would hurt him more.

But he tightened his grip even more to the point if he went any tighter hid crush my wrists.

My face contorts and I grunt in pain.

The doctor realised what he was doing and quickly let go of me and backed away.

“I’m… I’m sorry” he was so quiet and clearly ashamed of himself.

“no, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have mentioned it, I know it’s still pretty recent for you. sorry” I said.

Then the doctor noticed my wrists were already starting to bruise.

He sighed and opened his mouth to speak. But I raise my hand and said “don’t, I know you didn’t mean to, so drop it.”

He sighed again and nodded.

“right then, we need a few ground rules, first off, no telling me my future, unless the situation say’s otherwise. understood.” He said, with a sudden mood change.

“yeah, so we shod go follow that signal” I said.

I quickly call Jackie telling her that something came up and that I couldn’t come over.

Then we left my apartment as the doctor and me followed the signal to an apartment complex.

I realized it was the same complex that Alice lives in.

“this will be difficult to explain” I mutter under my breath.

“what are you on about.” The doctor asked while ducking down to play with a cat flap.

Then suddenly someone on the other side pushed back, seeing the doctors face and opening the door.

Alice emerged seeing us confusion written on her face to why I was with him, I gave her a small sheepish smile and waited for the onslaught of questions I would have to answer.

But before she could ask the doctor cut in. “What're you doing here?”

“I live here.” Alice said.

“Well, what do you do that for?” the doctor asked, confused about what she just did a moment ago.

“Because I do. I'm only at home because someone blew up my job.” Alice said a bit annoyed with the doctor.

“I must have got the wrong signal again. You're not plastic either, are you?” the doctor asked and tapped Alice’s head like he did mine. “No, bonehead. Bye then, come on.”

Then rose grabbed him, (like I did back at my flat.) and dragged him inside while saying “You two. Inside. Right now.”

I followed them inside, and Alice gave me the, ‘you have a lot of explaining to do.’

I sighed as Jackie asked who was at the door.

Alice and me move to her bedroom door, and I waive hello as Alice says “It's val, and a guy who’s here about last night. He's part of the inquiry. Give us ten minutes.”

Jackie gave me a smile and then said to the doctor as Alice and me leave. “She deserves compensation.”

I sat on the couch and waited for the inevitable.

I could still here the conversation the doctor and Jackie where having, as I did so.

“Oh, we're talking millions.” The doctor said.

I can see the seen play in my head as Jackie stood up and said, “I'm in my dressing gown.”

“Yes, you are.” The doctor replies being the oblivious idiot he is.

“There's a strange man in my bedroom.” Jackie said

“Yes, there is.” The doctor said.

“Well, anything could happen.” Jackie remarked.

The doctor now finally realized what she was getting at said flatly “No.” and then left to the living room.

“Don't mind the mess.” Alice said, when the doctor walked into the room “Do you want a coffee?”

“Might as well, thanks. Just milk.” The doctor said.

“no thanks” I said and watched the doctor walk around the apartment.

The doctor suddenly picked up a magazine on the coffee table and said, “That won't last, he's gay and she's an alien.”

“I'm not blaming you, even if it was just some sort of joke that went wrong.” Alice called from the kitchen.

the doctor then picked up a book and flicked through the pages and said “Hmm. Sad ending.”

At this point I started humming Birthday by All Time Low.

I stayed quiet enuf, so Alice didn’t hear, but the doctor could still hear.

He glanced at me, and our eyes met for a brief second when Alice called out again “They said on the news they'd found a body.”

The doctor then picked up a envelop and raid out loud “Alice Tyler.”

Then he walked over to a mirror and acted like he does when he regenerates.

“Ah, could've been worse. Look at the ears.” He said mostly to himself.

“All the same, he was nice. Nice bloke.” Alice called once again.

The doctor picked up a deck of cards but be for he can try and shuffle them; I grab them from him and shake my head and whisper “you’ll make a mess. And yes, I know that.”

He looked curios and whispered back “the show.”

I nodded my head as Alice called out again. “Anyway, if we are going to go to the police, I want to know what I'm saying.”

I then move the coffee table to the side of the room, which piqued the interest of the doctor and he whispered, “what are you doing.”

“preventing a mess that me and Alice will have to explain to Jackie.” I replied.

The doctor raised an eyebrow and was going to say something, but the cat flap made a noise.

We both look in the direction of the noise, but I couldn’t remember what it was so when the doctor looked at me to know what it was, I shrugged.

“What's that, then? You got a cat?” the doctor called out to Alice and walked to the couch to look.

“no” Alice called back, as the auton arm grabbed the doctor by the throat and fall into a chair.

My eyes went wide and I rushed to him, to help but it was stronger then the both of us.

“We did have, but now they're just strays. They come in off the estate.” Alice said and came out of the kitchen with the coffee for her and the doctor. When she noticed I moved the coffee table.

She was confused about it but didn’t say anything instead said “I told Mickey to chuck that out. Anyway, I don't even know your name. Doctor, what was it?”

Just as she put the coffee’s down, I finally got it off the doctor, only for it to latch on to Alice’s face.

The doctor and I try and pull it off only for the doctor an Alice to fall back to where the coffee table use to be, as I jumped out of the way in time so I didn’t fall with them.

Alice got up and on to the couch, as the doctor kept pulling at it I reached in to his pocket and grabbed the sonic and said “I’ll get it off you fined the kill signal.”

He grabbed the sonic as I got it off Alice. Only for it to push me to the ground and try and grab my face.

At this point the doctor found the kill signal.

The arm went limp and left Alice and me panting slightly.

“It's all right, I've stopped it. There you go, you see? Armless.” The doctor joked and tossed the arm to Alice.

“Do you think?” Alice said, then hit him in the arm with it.

“ow.” He then rubbed his arm as he got up and walked off with rose following.

I on the other hand moved the coffee table back and made excuse for Alice suddenly and to tell rose I went home.

then I left the flat. I knew that there was no point to going after them.

So I made my whey home.

-some time later-

I was in my living room when Alice texted me to meat up for pizza. And I instantly remembered what happens and I decided I had to go.

I grabbed my bag, scarf and helmet and left.

-some time later-

When I arrived, I pulled up in the alleyway the Tardis hadn’t parked in yet.

I decided to wait for the doctor and texted Alice that traffic is bad, so she won’t get worried.

While waiting I played a song called Nice2KnoU by All Time Low and sang to it.

We always say that we’ll keep in touch,

Nobody does but it don’t matter much,

One last call at the corner store,

The night’s on ice if we don’t score,

One more time for second chances,

We just want to do some damage,

So long,

So nice to know ya, nice to know ya

I’m sorry to say,

We can’t go back to yesterday,

This night is far from over, far from over

Let’s get carried away,

Can’t go back to yesterday,

Call out the names that you used to know,

Singing along in broken stereo,

Crossfire that ya can’t ignore,

I know I’m not around much anymore, anymore

One more time for second chances,

We just want to do some damage,

So long,

So nice to know ya, nice to know ya

I’m sorry to say,

We can’t go back to yesterday,

This night is far from over, far from over

Let’s get carried away,

Can’t go back to yesterday

One last time for old time’s sake,

One more bend before we break,

One more time as if we planned it

We just want to do some damage,

So long,

So nice to know ya, nice to know ya

I’m sorry to say,

We can’t go back to yesterday,

This night is far from over, far from over

Let’s get carried away,

Can’t go back to yesterday,

One last time for old time’s sake,

One more bend before we break

The one thing I didn’t notice was the Tardis materialise behind me again have way through the song, so I didn’t notice the doctor listening to me sing.

“blimey you can sing. Wasn’t expecting that.” A voice said from behind me making me jump and spin round to see the doctor leaning on the Tardis.

My face flushed instantly, and I asked, “how long have you been standing there.”

“long enuf… so you coming or staying out here.” He asked.

“coming.” I said and walked in with him.

We spotted Alice and fake micky, and I sore a waiter offering people champagne and I grab a bottle and hand it to the doctor.

“what do we need champagne for.” He asked

“that’s not micky it’s an auton. And only one of us got invited. Wait here I want to get Alice away from it” I said. And he nodded.

I made my way to the table and said, “sorry I’m lait traffic was crazy.”

“that’s alright val.” Alice said oblivious to micky’s skin and creepy grin. “anyway, Do you think I should try the hospital? Suki said they had jobs going in the canteen. Is that it then, dishing out chips. I could do A Levels. I don't know. It's all Jimmy Stone's fault. I only left school because of him. Look where he ended up. What do you think?”

“So, where did you meet this Doctor?” fake micky asked.

“I'm sorry, wasn't I talking about me for a second?” Alice said.

“Because I reckon it started back at the shop, am I right? Was he something to do with that?” fake micky asked.

“mic I think the shop is the last thing al want to talk about.” I said and only got a glare as a response.

“no” Alice said to stop micky from glaring at me.

“come on” fake micky pressed.

“Sort of.” Alice said.

“What was he doing there?” fake micky pressed again.

“'m not going on about it, Mickey. Really, I'm not, because, I know it sounds daft, but I don't think it's safe. I think he's dangerous.” Alice said clearly wanting to drop the conversation.

“But you can trust me, sweetheart. Babe, (deep) sugar, babe, sugar. You can tell me anything. Tell me about the Doctor and what he's planning, and I can help you, Alice. Because that's all I really want to do, sweetheart, babe, babe, sugar, sweetheart.” fake micky pressed.

I noticed the doctor out of the corner of my eye. I put my hands in my lap and lean back in my chair so the doctor could see me signalling him to come over.

“What're you doing that for?” Alice asked confused.

When the doctor got to the table I glanced up at him and he said “Your champagne.”

“We didn't order any champagne.” Fake micky dismissed him and pressed on “Where's the Doctor?” “Madam, your champagne.” He offered Alice to try and get her attention.

“It's not ours.” She dismissed him as well. “Mickey, what is it? What's wrong?”

“I need to find out how much you know, so where is he?” fake micky said.

“Doesn't anybody want this champagne?” the doctor slightly whined.

“Look, we didn't order it.” fake micky finally looked up and sore the doctor. “Ah. Gotcha.”

I shot up and puled Alice behind me and the doctor, who started shaking the bottle of champion.

“Don't mind me. I'm just toasting a happy group of friends. On the house!” the doctor exclaimed before releasing the cork, which flow into fake micky’s forehead.

After a moment fake micky spat it out and said “Anyway”

Fake micky stood up and turned his hand into a paddle, he smashed it into the table and the doctor lunges at him and pulls off his head.

“Don't think that's going to stop me.” Fake micky say’s and a man screams.

Fake micky’s body stood and my body reacts. I set of the fire alarm and yelled “Everyone out! Out now!”

Every one ran out the front door as the doctor, me and Alice, ran out the back.

The doctor sonic’ed the door and said to me “you might want to bring your bike along.”

I walked to my bike and walked it into the Tardis all the while Alice protested to going inside.

“You can't hide inside a wooden box. It's going to get us! Doctor! Valerie!” she protested.

“Alice it will make sense if you come on.” I said before walking inside.

The doctor was setting up the head and I leave my bike out of the way.

Alice burst through the doors and out again.

I sighed and said, “it’s not going to be culture shock.”

The doctor glances up at me and back to what he was doing, before he could ask what I meant Alice burst in again.

“It's going to follow us!” Alice said.

“The assembled hordes of Genghis Khan couldn't get through that door and believe me.” I said instead of the doctor.

“You see, the arm was too simple, but the head's perfect. I can use it to trace the signal back to the original source. Right. Where do you want to start?” the doctor said

“Er, the inside's bigger than the outside?” Alice said

“Yes.” The doctor replies

“It's alien.”

“Yeah”

“are you alien”

“yeah”

“yes, is that all right”

“yeah”

“it's called the Tardis, this thing. T A R D I S. That's Time and Relative Dimension in Space.” I informed her.

The doctor looked at me curiously, but I ignored him.

“and you are you alien. because you seem to know a lot.”

“no… not exactly. I’m from a parallel universe.” I explained to Alice, who then started crying. I walk over to her and comfort her.

“That's okay. Culture shock. Happens to the best of us.” The doctor said. And I rolled my eyes.

“Did they kill him? Mickey? Did they kill Mickey? Is he dead?” she asked, and before I can tell her ‘no’ the doctor interrupted me.

“Oh. I didn't think of that.”

“He's my boyfriend. You pulled off his head. They copied him and you didn't even think? And now you're just going to let him melt?”

“Melt?” the doctor echoed and turned around to see the head melting. “Oh, no, no, no, no, no!”

He ran around the consol as he flipped levers and pressed buttons.

“What're you doing?” Alice asked

“Following the signal. It's fading. Wait a minute, I've got it. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Almost there. Almost there. Here we go!” the Tardis lands and the doctor rushes out.

I follow as Alice calls out “You can't go out there. It's not safe.”

“I lost the signal, I got so close.” The doctor said

“We've moved. Does it fly?”

“Disappears there and reappears here.” I replied, stealing the doctor’s line again.

“If we're somewhere else, what about that headless thing? It's still on the loose.” Alice said.

“It melted with the head. Are you going to witter on all night?” the doctor said before I could reply

“I'll have to tell his mother.” She said and I just sighed knowing there was no stopping the argument now.

The doctor gave a curios look and Alice got angry and said “Mickey. I'll have to tell his mother he's dead, and you just went and forgot him, again! You were right, you are alien.”

“Look, if I did forget some kid called Mickey” the doctor exclaimed.

“Yeah, he's not a kid.”

“ It's because I'm trying to save the life of every stupid ape blundering on top of this planet, all right?”

“no”

I decided to cut in and said “Alice maybe you should go home. Don’t worry about micky his alive I’ll go with the doctor and get him back, but I think it would be safer for you to go home.”

She was surprised and nodded, she hugged me and said, “thank you you’re a good friend.”

I hugged back, we pull apart and she runs back to her flat.

I tern to see the doctor pondering by the railing.

“so, exactly what are we looking for.” I said

“I thought you had foreknowledge.” He asked.

“yes, but I’m not aloud to tell you remember. So, I’m following the script. So, go with it.”

“Like a transmitter. Round and massive, slap bang in the middle of London.” He say’s walking in front of the London eye, and I couldn’t help but smugly grin at him. “A huge circular metal structure like a dish, like a wheel. Radial. Close to where we're standing. Must be completely invisible.” He then noticed me grinning and asked “what”

I gesture to behind him with my head and he turned to see what he thought was nothing and asked again. “What is it”

I made the same gesture and he turned round again still not seeing it.

I sighed and echoed his words from before “A huge circular metal structure like a dish, like a wheel. Radial. Close to where we're standing” I move to his side and said in a sing song voice “like the London eye.”

The doctor looked at me and then the London eye, and back to me.

“Oh.” He glanced at the London eye again and back to me “Fantastic!”

He grabbed my hand and we ran to the London eye.

When we arrived, he said “Think of it, plastic all over the world, every artificial thing waiting to come alive. The shop window dummies, the phones, the wires, the cables”

I couldn’t stop myself from saying “The breast implants.”

“Still, we've found the transmitter. The Consciousness must be somewhere underneath.”

I ran to a ledge and see the manhole and said, “What about down here?”

The doctor looked over and sees the manhole and said, “Looks good to me.”

We ran down to the manhole and went down. The doctor helped me off the ladder and we walk into a room and see it in the vat.

“The Nestene Consciousness. That's it, inside the vat. A living plastic creature.” The doctor said.

“ok, so you going to talk with it or not.” I asked.

“I've got to give it a chance.” He said and I smile.

“don’t you always.” He returned the smile and walked up to the railing with a serious expression.

“I seek audience with the Nestene Consciousness under peaceful contract according to convention 15 of the Shadow Proclamation.” He said It made some gurgling noises. “Thank you. If I might have permission to approach?” he asked, and it made more gurgling noises.

We approach an I spot micky, I crouch down in front of him and said “Mickey, it's me It's okay. It's all right.”

“That thing down there, the liquid. val, it can talk!” he exclaimed.

“mic it’s all going to be ok. Just calm down and take deep breaths, can you do that for me.” I tell him and he complies.

“your good at that.” The doctor said heading down to the Nestene Consciousness.

“I had a little brother… he’d be 11 now.” I said, my chest started tightening but I shook it off. And focused on keeping micky calm.

“Am I addressing the Consciousness? Thank you. If I might observe, you infiltrated this civilisation by means of warp shunt technology. So, may I suggest, with the greatest respect, that you shunt off?” the doctor said. And it made more noises.

“Oh, don't give me that. It's an invasion, plain and simple. Don't talk about constitutional rights. I am talking! This planet is just starting. These stupid little people have only just learnt how to walk, but they're capable of so much more. I'm asking you on their behalf. Please, just go.” He started pleading. And to autons came out from behind.

“behind you.” I cried out but the autons still got to him. One restrained his arms and the other pulled out the Anti-plastic.

the Nestene Consciousness started to have an argument with the doctor.

“That was just insurance, I wasn't going to use it. I was not attacking you. I'm here to help. I'm not your enemy. I swear, I'm not… What do you mean?”

Suddenly a door open to reveal the Tardis.

“No. Oh, no. Honestly, no. Yes, that's my ship. That's not true. I should know, I was there. I fought in the war. It wasn't my fault. I couldn't save your world! I couldn't save any of them!” the doctor tried to reason with it but it wouldn’t listen.

“It's going to the final phase. It's starting the invasion! Get out, Valeri! Just leg it now!” he cried.

I could see some strange blue lightning launch out and the doctor exclaimed “It's the activation signal. It's transmitting! Get out, Valeri! Just get out! Run!”

Suddenly the stairs collapsed, and I pulled micky to the Tardis.

“We're going to die!” micky cried.

I started forming a plan looking for everything I needed and then I heard the doctor cry out “No!”

“Time Lord” the Nestene Consciousness exclaimed.

I went to put my plan in to motion, when micky grabbed my arm. And cried “Just leave him! There's nothing you can do!”

I pulled micky off and grabbed the axe. I broke the change and swung across. “Valerie!” the doctor yelled.

I managed to knock off the autons with the Anti-plastic into the vat and the doctor through the other in.

The doctor grabbed me and helped me down on my feet. We looked down at the Nestene Consciousness. The doctor and me share a look, the doctor and I both say in unison, “Now we're in trouble.”

We ran back to the Tardis and the doctor, micky and I went in the doctor dematerialised the Tardis and landed it in an alleyway.

Micky ran out of the Tardis, I followed to try and calm him down.

I crouched down next to micky and said, “its ok now just take deep breaths.”

“Nestene Consciousness? Easy.” The doctor boasted.

“say’s the man who would be dead if it wasn't for me” I said getting up and facing him.

“Yes, I would. Thank you. Right then, I'll be off, unless, er, I don't know, you could come with me. This box isn't just a London hopper, you know. It goes anywhere in the universe free of charge.” He offered and I was surprised.

“Don't. He's an alien. He's a thing.” Micky cried.

“He's not invited. What do you think? You could stay here, fill your life with work and food and sleep, or you could go anywhere.”

“are you shore… I mean I know your future. And I know that you don’t like or trust people who know your future.”

“yes, but after everything I’ve seen you do. I know you’re a trustworthy person. So, you coming or what.”

“you can’t, what about Alice and Jackie.” Micky tried to convince me to stay.

I crouch down to eye level and said “mic they never needed me, and this is a once in a life time opportunity. Can I trust you to give Alice this for me?” I handed him an envelope and walked to the Tardis.

But little did I know this was the beginning of a new chapter and it was going to be one hell of a ride.

-end of chapter 2-

-chapter 3 the end of the world: the new chapter begins.

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