#timeless fandom

[daynascullys]

castle & beckett being castle & beckett [37/?] ⤷ 2.07 — “Famous Last Words”

[donutdrawsthings]

I just finished the Flux storyline and it makes me so upset they introduced this cool idea to us and then IMMEDIATELY took it away again the next episode!! The Doctor turning into a weeping angel would have been such a cool plot point!!

[wordsarelife]

—timeless

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: draco malfoy wouldn’t have thought to come across you in a dark magic shop or how eager he would be to marry you

notes: i changed it up a bit, i hope that’s alright

warnings: mentions of grooming, loved ones dying || navigation

the dim light of the street lantern was falling into the window of the dark magic shop. the wind hit the bells behind the door when it got opened, making them chime a melodic melody.

“hello?” a voice asked.

you looked up from the paper on the counter and searched for the person that had just come through the door. it wasn’t long until draco malfoy entered your field of vision.

“l/n?” he asked surprised when his eyes fell on you.

“malfoy” you noted. his hair was as light as ever, but he looked a bit healthier since the last time you had seen him, which arguably wasn’t the best. it had been the final fight and you had watched him being walked away by his parents.

“what are you doing here?” he proceeded to ask “i wouldn’t have thought that someone like you would come anywhere near this shop”

you hadn’t been friends at hogwarts. quite the opposite really. you had always belonged to ron, hermione and harry, while draco had made it his mission to torture them.

although you had always been by their side, he had never once said anything about you. probably because even draco malfoy pitied you, like the rest of the school.

your parents had been brutally killed by death eaters during your second year in hogwarts. even though you hated to see the pity in people's eyes, you had never noticed it when he looked at you. it was just silence, like he had not a single thought in his head whenever he would look at you, as if looking at you would silence the rest of the world.

you had always looked at bit smaller, a bit more fragile than your classmates. so fragile, not even draco malfoy dared to break you.

“my uncle bought the shop last year” you answered truthfully “and as i’m staying with him..” you trailed off, leaving the rest of the sentence hanging in the air.

“aha” malfoy nodded, and having decided that that was enough smalltalk either of you could endure, without growing uncomfortable, his hand went to the bag he was carrying and took something out.

he set the object down on the counter in front of you. it looked like a normal mirror, but it was black and you knew that it wouldn’t do you any good to search for your reflection.

“it’s my fathers” malfoy said after a few seconds of silence, before he cleared his throat “it was my fathers”

“oh” was all you could say.

“i’m trying to sell a few of his belongings.. that are on the darker side” his eyes found yours as he finally looked up “i don’t think anyone would be particularly happy about us still keeping those things”

“yeah, no” you agreed, gently taking the mirror into your hands.

“what does it do?” malfoy asked and you furrowed you eyebrows, surprised that he was asking you.

“nothing good” you said vaguely, watching his eyes darting over the object in your hands “it’s corruption” you concluded “every object of dark magic just corrupts the soul and in comparison, what they can do is just not worth it”

“i know” malfoy nodded quickly, his eyes returning to watch you instead of the mirror.

you wrapped it up in some paper and taped it shut, so no one was dared to look at it.

“that’s why i’m selling it” he said “that’s why i’m selling all of these things my father owned. it will just take me some time to find all of them”

“okay” you nodded, not sure what you could say instead.

“i just have the mirror with me today, i wanted it out of the house as soon as i found it” he added quickly. it seemed like not saying anything was motivation enough for him to talk.

or maybe, what you didn’t know was that he had so much to say, because he couldn’t tell it to anyone else. there were just him and his mother in that dark house and he wouldn’t try to talk to her about any of this. she had been through enough.

to his surprise he found a bit of comfort in your warm eyes, making it almost impossible for him not to tell you everything. and it was weird that you were harry potters best friend of all people. but you were friendly and you were here, so he didn’t care.

maybe he had never really cared that he should not be feeling about you this way.

you took out a book that seemed so old, that it almost fell apart when it hit the counter and turned the pages to find the price range for the dark magical object that was still laying next to you.

malfoy was watching you in complete silence and before he could question if the mood had shifted to become uncomfortable, a happy squeal broke out of your lips.

“i got it!” you smiled, pointing at the top of the page. malfoy tried to bend his head to look at it, before you were finally friendly enough to turn the book in his direction.

“huh” malfoy nodded “it's more than i thought it would be worth”

“that's quite common with these objects” you smiled happily and malfoy mirrored your expression. he was a bit surprised you were smiling at him, but it seemed like you didn’t harbour any hard feelings towards him.

he remembered you clearly, a few months ago at hogwarts, standing on the stairs, your braid ripped apart, lose strands of hair flowing in the wind. your face filled with dirt. there had been blood coming from a cut in your lip.

he wasn’t sure if he had just imagined it, but for a split second, your eyes fell on him. standing on opposite sides, tears brimming and flowing over your cheeks quickly.

maybe you had been the sole reason for him to throw his wand at harry potter. maybe he had done it because it had felt like you had asked him to.

how could he ever ignore the calling of a beautiful girl, standing in the middle of a war, crying for him to do something?

“thank you” he nodded when you passed him the galleons. he walked back to the door, feeling your eyes on him.

“draco” you called and he turned around quickly. he had never heard his first name coming out of your mouth. it sounded so beautiful when you said it. so soft and gentle, almost like it wasn’t a curse. “thank you”

no, he had not only imagined it.

draco smiled at you and nodded. he left the shop without another word.

it only took him about a day to come back. he spent more than just a few hours searching the house for more of his fathers artifacts, storing them away safely, so he could bring in one at a time. he wasn’t sure why, but the possibility of seeing you excited him. making his days bearable.

“draco” you greeted when he entered the shop. he was almost glad that you stuck to calling him by his first name.

“hello” draco nodded, he wasn’t daring enough to use your first name just yet.

“you came back quicker than i had thought”

just because of you, draco thought to himself, just nodding to you, as if that was answer enough.

just like the day before, his visit didn’t take long. with you inspecting the artifact, taking out the book and giving him his galleons before he could even ask you anything.

he made sure to bring more than just one object when he came in the next day.

“how have you been?” he asked as he watched you turn the pages of the book.

you shrugged, not quite sure what to answer “harry, ron and hermione went back to hogwarts, so it’s a bit lonely, but it’s alright”

it astonished him how often you spoke about your friends. you had even done that during your time in hogwarts, a bit like you were always dependent on them.

“why didn’t you?” he wasn’t sure if he was crossing a line.

“huh?” you looked up at him “went back to hogwarts?” you asked and his smile died down when you began to laugh. “no” you shook your head and he recognized the sadness quickly wandering over your face.

“and why—“ before he could finish his question, you had taken out the galleons and held them in his direction.

“here” you interrupted.

he left the shop with an uneasy feeling, scared he might’ve offended you. but everything was back to normal when he came in the next day and the few following after that.

it had been three weeks of him visiting the shop regularly, his mother already wondering what he was doing there so often, when for the first time it wasn’t you behind the counter, but an elderly man.

draco waited patiently at the door, as another costumer was standing at the counter.

“where is y/n, cornelius?” he could hear the man ask. he was well into his thirties, looking a bit too old to have any connection to you, but maybe you were just as friendly with him as you were with anyone else and draco really wanted to know the answer to his question.

“oh” the bearded man, probably cornelius, behind the counter shook his head “she went off to collect a few things that we need”

“that’s a pity” the costumer noted “i had hoped to see her beautiful face one of these days”

draco grimaced at that. he ignored the costumers greeting, before the man left the shop.

“hello” cornelius waved at draco to come forward.

“afternoon” draco greeted.

“draco malfoy, right?” the man asked “y/n told me about you coming in and selling your father’s artifacts”

“that’s right, sir” draco nodded.

“you two went to hogwarts together, didn't you?” cornelius smiled “i’m her uncle, cornelius barnes”

“it’s very nice to meet you, mr barnes” draco shook the man’s hand “is y/n alright?” somehow he could sense that barnes answer to the strange man’s question had been a lie.

“yes” barnes nodded “she’s just in the back. she’s not fond of hector” he pointed to the door.

“ah” draco nodded. he could understand that you’d rather hide away as soon as that man came into the shop, even draco found him uncomfortable.

“he’s been wanting to marry her” barnes continued and draco wondered if it was in the man’s nature to just tell private things to costumers or maybe, draco was the closest thing to a friend y/n had right now, considering the rest of them had went off to hogwarts.

“isn’t he at least ten years older than her?” draco wondered.

“twenty” barnes corrected and draco shivered. “sad enough that she’s actually considering it”

draco’s chin had almost hit the counter at that “what?” he asked outraged “why would she ever marry someone— like that” he finished quickly.

“i’ve been trying to talk her out of it, but she’s always been too selfless for her own good. she didn’t even go back to hogwarts”

“i had figured she didn’t want to”

barnes shook his head “she decided against it. i wish it wasn’t like that, but money is tight and y/n wants to do anything possible to save me” he pointed down to his leg “i’m not as fit as i was a few years ago”

draco nodded understandingly.

“she’s convinced that her marriage to a man like hector could help me” barnes shook his head sadly “i wish she wouldn’t feel as responsible for me and rather find a man she could have an equal relationship with, someone that could bring her comfort after my death, someone she could actually love”

“yeah” draco nodded and mirrored the man’s sad expression. he left the shop a few minutes later, the galleons clinking together in his pocket, which made him even sadder, feeling like he was robbing you and your uncle of your last money.

it took him more than just a few days to return back to the shop, carefully thinking about how he could help you best.

“draco” you smiled when he entered the shop and he could almost read the relief from your face. “it’s alright, uncle cornelius” you patted your uncles shoulder “you can sit down in the back, i will take care of it”

barnes greeted draco, before he limped into the back of the shop.

“he’s really nice” draco said as soon as the door to had closed.

“yeah” you smiled and draco noticed how much you admired the old man “sadly we all can’t stay young for forever”

draco nodded.

you looked at him expectingly “what?” you smiled “no dark magical object?”

“not quite, no” draco shook his head, before he took out the velvet box and set it down on the counter in front of you.

“what’s that?” you asked surprised. he looked at you and nodded when you went to open the box. a beautiful ring was shimmering so much it almost blended you. “a ring?” you wondered “okay, which curse was it hexed with?”

draco shook his head. “it’s my mothers. it’s not cursed..” he thought for a short second, before he added “or magical”

“draco?” you asked and he admired how his name slipped past your lips so effortlessly, so gentle it reminded him of his first visit to the shop and the shiver he had felt every time you had said it since.

“marry me” draco said a bit faster than anticipated.

“what?” you laughed, entirely astonished at his demand.

“your uncle told me about the money problems you had” he quickly explained “i get access to my father’s assets as soon as i’m twenty-five or sooner if i get married before that”

“my uncle told you that?” you repeated faintly.

“yeah, but it’s not a problem”

you looked up at him with big eyes. “you can’t just barge in here and ask me to marry you.. you can’t just come in here and save me.. that’s not how that works, draco” you shook your head and his heart sank.

“why not?” he wondered “i’d be ready to do that for you. you need money and i have it”

“draco” you touched his hand softly “i don’t want to get married out of convenience” you explained.

“but you're thinking about marrying hector?” he raised his voice.

“he really told you everything, huh?” you muttered, looking back at the door to the private area of the shop.

“y/n!” draco called and your eyes focused back on him.

“that’s different” you tried to escape his eyes.

“how is that any different? at least i’m not twenty years old than you!” draco argued “so you’d rather get married to that disgusting—“

“yes!” you interrupted and your voice was now matching the loudness of his. “you can’t just decide to marry me because it’d be the right thing to do!”

“but it is” he shook his head “i’m trying to help you. marrying me would benefit you”

“but i don’t want to get married to you like that” the sentence had left your mouth faster than you had been able to stop it, immediately making you close it and look down. right at the velvet box and the ring that was still sitting in the middle of you.

“what?” draco asked surprised.

you sighed “i don’t care about marrying hector out of convenience, but i would care if it was you”

the smile broke out quickly on draco’s face. “you would want to marry me?” he asked “but only for the right reasons?”

“i wasn’t talking about a marriage just yet” you raised your finger and corrected him “but i wouldn’t want to destroy that option just because i could profit from it. and if i would get married to you, it surely wouldn’t be because of your money”

draco almost recognized something in your eyes. something that you saw in him that no one ever did. and even though he had never seen it before, it felt familiar and safe. “do you think you could ever love me?” he asked unsurely. maybe he was just interpreting this conversation wrong.

“i think i have loved you longer than what was probably healthy for me” you whispered, leaning on the table and resting your chin on top of your hand. “do you think you could ever love me?” you repeated his question.

his smile grew impossibly bigger. “i don’t think i could even stop if i wanted to”

he was ready to jump over the counter, to hold you close and kiss you, to make all the bad years disappear.

but before he could do anything of that sort, you smiled and closed the box containing the ring, pushing it in his direction.

“so marriage is off the table?” he asked faintly.

“not completely” you smiled “but how about you take me on a date first?” you suggested.

“okay” he smiled, then he looked around the room. there was still your problem, the one that had provoked him to ask for your hand in marriage in the first place. “i think i know someone who would buy a few of these artifacts, for more than just their market price”

“you do?” you wondered and he nodded. it was like a weight had been lifted off you shoulders. or maybe for the first time in a long time, someone else knew what to do.

you went around the corner and hugged him. he held your head in his hands, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear before he finally kissed you. soft and gentle, making a shiver run down your spine.

after all, everything became better than you had hoped it to be. you returned to hogwarts, just having missed two months of classes that you had caught up to quicker than you had been able to worry about it.

draco had started finishing his education from afar, while helping your uncle to sell most of the magic items and finally deciding on new things to sell, completely updating the place until it was filled with costumers coming in all the time.

it took a few more years, but soon enough draco proposed to you again. and in the summer of the year 2002, y/n l/n married draco malfoy for only the right reasons.

[literary-chameleon]

Song: Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call by Bleachers

For more Black brothers angst you can read my fic here.

[homoeroticchess]

yall are gonna hate to hear it but falsettos, ride the cyclone, six, and epic the musical are just the second gen of dear evan hansen, be more chill, hamilton, & heathers when it comes to tumblr musical fandom

[marvelmaniac715]

I can’t stop thinking about the original home universe of the Timeless Child. A whole race of beings who can regenerate their bodies at will, naturally living for millennia, with no limit to how many bodies they can have, and suddenly one of their children goes missing. Maybe the child was on the other side of the portal by mistake? Maybe it was a sacred ceremony for their people and they ended up on the wrong side? Or maybe it was a desperate effort to save their child from a brutal conflict? What sort of life would the Doctor have lived if they were never taken from home? What was the culture of their own species? Are their parents still alive? Did they have siblings? And, most crushingly of all… would the universe still be standing if a child was not stolen from their family, made to forget their home and language, and then forced to give their biological advantage to the species that ruined their life before fighting to protect that same species and having their memories erased? The Timeless Child arc is convoluted to some, but I just think it’s tragic.

[girlkisser13]

timeless

"so, even in a different life, you still would’ve been mine" "we would’ve been timeless"

pairings: nico di angelo x male!reader

warnings/tags: none. pure fluff and established relationship.

summary: nico has a dream about what it would have been like if he met you in the '40s.

as nico drifted into a deep slumber, his mind escaped into the realm of dreams. in this dream, he found himself walking down a bustling street, the sound of italian music filling the air. the year was 1948, and he felt at home amidst the vintage charm of his birthplace.

as he strolled along the cobblestone pavement, he noticed a figure standing under a flickering streetlight. it was you, dressed in classic attire, a soft smile playing on your lips. nico's heart skipped a beat as he approached, feeling a sense of familiarity wash over him.

"hello there," you greeted him warmly, your voice carrying a comforting melody.

nico couldn't help but be drawn to you, your presence calming his restless soul. "hi," he replied, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

the two of you fell into easy conversation, sharing stories and laughter as if you had known each other for years. there was a spark between you, a connection that transcended time and space.

as the night wore on, nico found himself wishing that this moment would never end. he felt a sense of belonging with you, a feeling he had longed for his entire life.

but just as quickly as it began, the dream started to fade, reality seeping back in. blinking away the remnants of his slumber, he found himself met with a sight that brought a soft smile to his lips.

there you were, laying beside him, a fond expression dancing in your eyes as you watched him awaken. nico's heart fluttered at the sight of you, a warmth spreading through him at the realization that you were by his side.

"morning," you greeted him with a gentle chuckle, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately.

nico's smile widened as he returned the greeting, feeling a rush of love for you wash over him. but then, without warning, he seized a nearby pillow and playfully shoved it into your face, laughter bubbling up from deep within him.

you let out a muffled protest, your laughter mingling with his as the two of you engaged in a playful pillow fight. for a moment, all thoughts of dreams and reality melted away, replaced by the simple joy of being together.

as the laughter subsided and you both caught your breath, nico couldn't help but feel grateful for the warmth and happiness you brought into his life. and as he looked into your eyes, he knew that no matter the time or place, you would always be the one he wanted by his side.

[ernstiggroteadelaar]

Doctor Who family scheme

I'm still working on this, but it's an attempt at a family tree of the doctor. (Or rather a web of family trees surrounding them)

It is of course pretty difficult and chaotic per definition

[edenmichellebooks]

Favorite Ships

I finished this yesterday in time for Valentine’s Day! 9 of my all time favorite ships, being adorable of course. I got the templates from Pinterest, but the art is mine. Enjoy!

[saguaroooo]

Every time a new episode with a big part of lore airs the doctor who fandom goes through the 5 grieving stages.

denial: this part of lore makes no sense we'll totally ignore this happened.

anger: fucking*insert current writer* you can't even write! This is shit and all the episode you ever wrote were shit.

bargaining: ok maybe if we ignore just part of it and we set this before this and give it this other meaning it makes sense.

depression: doctor who is dead, it will never be good again.

acceptance: *funny meme about it*

[watcher0033]

Whatever this is about. Just. Yes.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: A voice in the Speed Force reaches Barry in his Timeless state to convince him to come home. Barry misses that voice once he’s back in real-time, but he has to set things right and save as many lives as he can. While that means Iris will be with Eddie instead of him, he can’t mourn her. She’ll always be dear to him, but he wants her to be happy above all, and he has seen every timeline and knows the life and love he will get to have instead. He just needs to keep fighting to finish his calculations in time to defeat Eobard and return to his loved ones for good. Thankfully, a certain thief brings clarity like no one else can. AU season 1 with Barry from pre-season 4.1 returning from the Speed Force to the moment he woke up from his original coma.

Author: @crimsondomingo

[literary-chameleon]

“Why are you following us?" Lily asked.

"I am not following you. That'd be creepy.” James said matter of factly.

"What do you want then?”

"I want to know your name.”

"Because that is not creepy at all?” Lily deadpanned. Sirius snorted.

"Well, my intentions regarding it are not.” Sirius found it hard to watch James being extremely formal.

"Really makes me believe you.” Lily said and returned to her work.

James knew he was losing her attention and his body became even more active with nervousness. “No, please, why can't you just tell me your name?"

“What's in a name?" Lily said casually.

“Shakespeare," James nodded.

"What?”

"It's a quote by William Shakespeare.” James pointed to Lily.

“How do you know-" Lily said but James was too excited to let her finish.

“You made me realize that I hadn't read any muggle books. So I researched their literature in the muggle studies section in the library. I found out that the muggles are quite fascinated by this bloke named William Shakespeare. So, I looked into his work. Luckily, in our library, I found this play he had written called Juliet and Romeo-”

"It's Romeo and Juliet,” interrupted Lily. She was listening to each word intently.

"Yes, sorry. It's pretty sad actually. They were so young. They both die at the end. Did you know that?”

Lily nodded.

"Why was I telling you all this then?” He asked dumbly.

"You recalled the quote.” Lily said.

“Oh yes!" James remembered.

“You won't understand Shakespeare if you jump right into it from the wizarding world." Lily looked impressed but she was fighting back the smile that would reveal it. She fumbled in her bag and pulled out a book. “Here, this is something you could read."

James took the book and read the title, "Bambi. That's a cute deer."

“Erm… yeah,” said Lily.

He opened the first page and smiled brightly to everyone’s confusion. He read the annotation out loud “This book is the property of Lily Evans.”

Lily facepalmed herself while James jumped on the sofa in triumph. Sirius laughed so hard that his stomach ached.

First Year: Should've said no

Fuck it. *Posts my favourite Jily scene from my fanfiction on tumblr*

[beastsovrevelation]

Warrior Nun characters and their perfect fragrance

Ava: Angel by Mugler

Lilith: Inexcusable Evil by Toskovat

Beatrice: Light Blue by Dolce & Gabbana

Camila: Ego Stratis by Juliette has a gun

Adriel: Noir Extreme by Tom Ford

Mother Superion: Jazz Club by Maison Margiela

Jillian: Baccarat Rouge 540 by Maison Francis Kurkdjian

Mary: Wood Sage & Sea Salt by Jo Malone

Yasmine: Vanille Antique by Byredo

Michael: Luna Rossa by Prada

[mercuryspit]

I hope one day the Doctor Who fandom as a majority can move past this intense hatred for Thirteen the same way the Star Wars fandom is beginning to steer more in the direction of accepting Rey because it’s unbelievably tiring to hear the same excuses of “oh it’s just the bad writing I hated” or “I’m not misogynistic it’s just that I hate this female character for doing the same thing the male character did”

Resistance to change can be the death to longstanding media, Rey is a Skywalker and The Timeless Children is canon, get OVER it

[fancifulsonicships]

could i request a platonic ship(?) name for sonic + shadow + silver?

DAY 15: TIMELESS TRIO

The platonic pairing of Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog, and Silver the Hedgehog. It doesn't take a genius to know that these three represent the passing of time, with Shadow as a manifestation of the past, Sonic as the present, and Silver as the future. Which is why I thought it'd be smart to use a time theme. Along with the fact that all three of these hedgehogs have achieved great feats, to be remembered for history. That's why they're a timeless trio.

A.N : Sorry for the delays, its exam season and I'm having a great time. I will get back on track soon with asks and ship names, thanks for the patience all!