You look like a ghost

She’s scared.  Another reminder that he’s as good as dead.

Hold on

He’s scared.  He can’t bear to see her eyes like that.

Can I t-

She wants to, just one more time if that’s all she’s allowed.

I’m still just an image.  No touch.

And she could, despite what he tells her; in that moment, at least.  His thumb brushed the controls of the sonic screwdriver just enough for him to come through completely as her hand reached up to him.  He could feel the warmth radiating off of her fingertips on his neck.  That was enough to run one more crack through his breaking hearts.  The universes could have shattered around them, bringing a reality to how he felt inside, but two seconds couldn’t hurt.  That’s all he’d allow himself.  

How long’ve we got?

This wasn’t exactly the reunion she was hoping for.  She wanted to go, or for him to stay.  Instead they stood in limbo.  

About two minutes.

It would’ve been longer had he not caved to feel her hand so near his skin.  He could hold her, one last time, but it would only be for a second.  He wanted to use his time another way, once he worked up the courage.

I love you.

His hearts stop and beat faster all at once.  Part of him knew, part of him hoped…But to hear the words from her lips, the lips he wished he could feel against his.

Quite right, too.

His palms are sweating.  He doesn’t know how much time he has left, but he knows it’s running out.  

And I suppose, if it’s my last chance to say it…

The words catch in his throat; the hardest goodbye he’s ever had to say.

Rose Tyler-

Her weeping face pixelates.  He watches as his pink and yellow human fades into the nothingness.  

He ran out of time.


The 100 | Begin Again


Prompt #187

“it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au

atmeridiem asked:

you ever get this feeling where everything you see is otp (in this case, sterek)? No matter how many couples I ship, the magical thing about sterek is that I can see them in everything. Like, I binge-watched recent hallmark movies the other day (perfect match, a country wedding, etc) and literally every scenario was them. Is that the case for you?

This is my life in a nutshell, friend.

Honestly I’d be hard pressed to find a show, movie, or song that I don’t immediately start trying to Sterekify as I watch it.

It’s awesome, but it also means I’m constantly brimming over with AU ideas I’m never going to end up writing.

Rupphire Fic 2

Here’s the other one! It’s a little more out of character than the last. Sapphire has significantly less chill than she should. I think she does a lot of internal worrying anyway, so… yeah.

Sapphire woke up alone. She was never alone. She was never Sapphire. Where is Ruby? Where did she—oh. She remembers, remembers being forcibly split apart by some new technology, by some terrifying new Gem called Jasper, remembers being forced back into her gem without seeing Ruby, remembers Steven’s face

She has to find Ruby. Where did they take her?

No. No, she can’t panic, can’t worry herself into a fit. She needs to keep a level head. She’s the calm one. She’s the one who comes up with the rational plans, the one who sits on the sidelines thinking of battle strategy when she should be battling

She needs to sing. If she sings, Ruby will find her. Ruby could, and would, follow her voice anywhere, which scared her a bit. …irrelevant now. She needs to sing, Ruby will find her, she’ll be saved… again.

Once her singing moved to her mental ‘autopilot’, she found herself worrying in the worst way. She hates being the damsel in distress, the one who always needs saving, the one who couldn’t save a metaphorical cat from an even more metaphorical tree unless it was just a sapling with her feeble height, in which case the cat wouldn’t need saving. Ruby could. She could climb the tree, already carrying the blue gem’s weight, and climb down also holding the feline, all with ease. Sapphire is the weaker half when they aren’t fused, when she can’t use her calmness to stop Ruby’s outbursts before they happen (when she could, if only she thought to check). She’s weak on her own. Incomplete. She’s—

She’s being watched. She stops singing and turns to where she had felt eyes pierce her self-made bubble of mental isolation.

“Hello,” Steven says from beyond her cell, looking as cheerful as always even with his injuries. He’s got a dark, purpling eye, somewhat swollen. It looks incredibly bad, but humans were hard to judge to her own standards. Wounds showed up more severely on their fleshy bodies. “I liked your song. Did you get captured, too?”

She’s staring rudely, even if he can’t see under her bangs, gaping at the poor child. How did he get out? “Of course, you saw—“ she starts finally, only to cut herself off with realization. Of course he wouldn’t recognize her. He only knows her as Garnet. (So much for his birthday, her mind’s eye seems to tease, not allowing her to look farther than the few measly moments she used to cherish. It was like seeing only ten feet in front of her, and she shuddered to think of poor Ruby walking entirely blind.) “Yes,” she says instead. “How did you get out?”

“Hm? Oh!” he says, looking mildly surprised. “I kind of just…” He reached for the cage wall.

“No!” she says, throwing out a useless hand to try and stop him, but his hand slips through unhindered, stopping the very flow of energy. “How…?” (Flesh, her mind’s eye reminds her, helpfully for once. Organic.) “Of course.”

“Yeah! Come on through!” He holds up his arms to let Sapphire pass through safely. “I’m Steven. What’s your name?”

“Sapphire. I need to find Ruby.” She looks around but sees nothing. Well, nothing important. Nothing but green, great big artificial walls she would have welcomed before joining Rose.

“Ruby? Is she your friend? Did she get captured, too? I’m looking for my friends. We could look together!”

“…you could say that, yes.” She looks again, following the river farther forward. If she can just push to a few minutes rather than seconds, she can see… there. Certain capture, certain death, dead end… Ruby.  “Come on, this way.” She grabs his arm and pulls him along, running at full speed. Green walls fly past her. She looks straight ahead. She needs to find her.

“Wow, you’re fast! …wait, stop!”

She stops, not because she obeys Steven unquestioningly but because the request shocks her into stopping. He’s human, never experienced this speed before, is it like the teacups all over again? “What? Why?”

He doesn’t answer her. Not on purpose, anyway. “Lapis!”

“Steven?” the water gem asks from her own cell, looking utterly defeated.

Sapphire senses she’s unwanted. Lapis never liked Garnet, never liked any of the Crystal Gems. She wouldn’t want Sapphire here. “I’ll guard the doorway,” she says quietly, quickly flipping through timelines. More good than bad would come of her being on guard duty, as far as she could tell. It’s the safest option.

She stands in the hallway and tries desperately not to eavesdrop. She does anyway. She couldn’t help being curious. Still, she tries to act surprised when Steven comes out of the room alone. “What’s wrong? Was Lapis’s cage stronger?”

“No, she didn’t want help,” he says morosely. He perks up a moment later, back to his usual cheery self. “We’ll come back later. Let’s go find your friend Ruby, and my friends!”

Sapphire feels a pang of guilt at the mention of her ‘friend.’ Of course, Ruby is a friend, but she’s so much more. What if Steven was offended at them lying to him for so long? Garnet is who they are, but Steven is half human and raised as such. He only knows Fusion as a battle strategy, an interesting quirk of Gems, a fun experience every once in a while… even after Stevonnie, she was worried the young gem won’t understand. Walking slower, she attempts to explain tactfully. Tact was never her strong point. “Steven, you see, Ruby isn’t just a friend. She’s my other half. She’s—we’re—Ruby!”

Everything else becomes irrelevant the second the red gem comes into view. Sapphire runs to the cage, leaving a bewildered Steven far behind her. Ruby is curled up, panicking against the wall. She’s worried. Sapphire is used to worrying, but Ruby had always been in a position to do something about it. She was never stuck, always the knight and never the princess. Sapphire felt even worse now that she realized what happens when their roles are reversed.

“Sapphire?” Ruby squeaks, face lighting up as she stands. She forgets about the wall and tries to put her hands on it, only to pull back in a flurry of angry grumbling. “Ow… How are you out?”

“Steven,” the blue gem replies gently, and they each understand that it’s the only response necessary.

As if on cue, the mentioned gem catches up, grin wide. “Hey! Are you Ruby? Come on out!” he holds his arms up to let Ruby out the same way he had Sapphire, and out Ruby runs, directly to Sapphire for an embrace of pure relief.

“Did they hurt you?” Sapphire asks urgently, arms around her partner’s shoulders protectively.

“Who cares?” Ruby asks in disbelief, tears pricking in the corners of her eyes. “Did they hurt you?”

I care!” Sapphire says, kissing the tears as they fall. “I was so worried!”

“I’m fine,” Ruby says finally, smiling as she cries.

“I am, too.”

Ruby grins wider and lifts Sapphire up, spinning her around and giggling childishly. Their voices change pitch and meld together, and suddenly she becomes herself again.

Garnet lands on the ground in a crouch and grins. “Steven! Thank you!”

I remember having so much fun writing these and you might find a few more later i have ideas and i blame you and the rest of the rupphire squad ty ilu all

I am impatient
but my mother always said if they care they’ll come back and it’s been
17 days and you’re not back and
ive tried to leave the door unlocked for you but I just got scared someone would rob the place instead and
i tried to open up my chest for you but I was worried you’d let me bleed out
my father made a lot of mistakes like forgetting to come home after work one night and
i still feel bad about things other people don’t remember and
my bones are loud and my skin is messy and

is that way you don’t love me?

—  i am all mistakes and he doesn’t like messes– Lily Rain

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So first off, I just want to thank each and every one of you for your continued love and support - I honestly never thought I would make it past 8 followers let alone 800+, and when this blog is only just closing in on 7 months of activation, I’m speechless. Seeing you all here, interacting with Elita, reblogging/liking posts, it means so much to me; I am so incredibly honoured and humbled by you all, and thank-you so much. I wish I could put each of you on this list, but I wanted to take this opportunity to promote/thank the individuals who helped made this blog what it is, and who continue to make a huge difference for both myself and Elita. So, without further ado I present my 800+ follow forever list.

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i want to hold your hand

summary: 12. I’m fucking terrified of plane rides and this is a twelve hour flight, hey can I hold your hand thanks AU. send me a prompt from this list. requested by bisexual-killian-jones.

word count: ~ 1,500

rating: i don’t know what to rate this. it’s just…idk. lmao. cute. lil angst. but cute.

a/n: so i switched this up a bit. 

Being over 30,000 feet in the air for 12 hours in four days time is not the ideal flight for Emma Swan.

What bothers her is that her lack of experience with transportation by flying and a fear from the first time she flew, which left her a little less than okay by the time she was back home in Storybrooke.

The first time it was just a 6 hour flight from Boston to San Francisco, but the plane hit a rough air patch that nearly sent her over the edge. Ever since that experience, she’s been dodgy and avoiding flights ever since. But, because Storybrooke’s harbour is getting an upgrade from one of the most well-known tourist ship companies in Ireland, she’d been assigned to travel there and back. Which is a complete 12 hour flight. 6 there and 6 back, which, of course, she’d been extremely unenthusiastic about it the entire time.

Flying there, she managed to stay calm the entire 6 hours, but even after introducing herself to Killian Jones, their new harbour master, she’d been less than happy to have to fly back two days later after everything’s been officially sorted.

With him.

And now that things have been sorted, she’s now sitting next to the cocky, smart, but kind individual of Killian Jones. She hasn’t opted to telling him her fear of flying, but she’s sure he’ll figure it out within seconds of liftoff. Turbulence sucks.

“Please, Swan, you’ve been fidgety the entire way to the airport and now, what’s bothering you?” he asks so suddenly, a raised eyebrow indicating his curiosity.

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lets get ready to rumble!

The Mortal Instruments is a fandom filled with many ships. From canon ships, to unpopular pairings, and to the ships that make you just want to say, “what the dick?” the Mortal Instruments has it all. And now here is your chance to battle and defend your ships.

What the hell is this network?

This network is a friendly battle network that’s purpose is to bring more content into the fandom and allow unpopular ships a chance to shine! battles can range from Sizzy vs. Clace to Jalec vs. Seblec–any ship is welcomed.

What you can look forward to:

  • fanfiction battles
  • edit battles
  • au based battles
  • team battles
  • solo battles 
  • holiday battles
  • brotp battles

in this network you can come out and challenge your friends in a friendly battle

How it will work 

  • blogs who make it into the network will be added to a page were challenges will be made. ex. Jimon vs. Jalec au battle: coffee shop. Any blog wanting to participate  will just have to tag their creation as #tmibattle and points will be rewarded (100 notes= 15 points ect)
  • blogs can personally challenge another blog in a battle
  • blogs can personally challenge ships in a battle
  • team battles can be made
  • winners of battles can chose the next match up

it’ll be rocky at first but I believe this could be hella rad


  • mbf me, the trash queen
  • must reblog this (likes don’t count)
  • must reach 40 notes by September 3rd (my birthday yay!) or no network
  • must have tagging system and clean theme
  • must post original content (fanfictions, edits, graphics,headcanons ect)
  • must be friendly and open minded (this is a friendly network, ship hate will not be tolerated)
  • must have ask open

the goal of this network is to expand the shipping field in the fandom and add content for every ship, even the forgotten unpopular ships!


Pairing: Akashi Seijuro/Kuroko Tetsuya

Rating: G

Word Count: 1565 | AO3

some sort of akakuro soul eater au for the lovely pyunsukee! (if you have the time, go send her some love!) 

Three instances of the life of Akashi and Kuroko as a technician and a weapon.

“Silly Tetsuya,” Akashi says, burying his head in Kuroko’s chest. “If it meant saving you, I’d let them take my life in a heartbeat. As if I could live without you.”
“You think I could live without you?” Kuroko says indignantly, carding his fingers through Akashi’s hair. 

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