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If you think Ravus grudge against Noctis was childish and unreasonable, I just want to remind you that poor man had been listening how much Lunafreya loves Noctis for 12 years.

  • Me before cop!Killian: WTF is the point of a reboot??!! End the show like it should be ended, instead of dragging it out. There's no point when half the cast isn't even --
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Russell T Davies on Steven Moffat

We do not know how lucky we are.

When asked to consider Steven’s finest moments, I was overwhelmed by images. Heores and villains. Battles and beauty. Monsters and children. Then I realised that I’d only got as far as 20 minutes into The Empty Child -round about the joke about Marxism and West End musicals - and had to sit down for a cup of tea.

I think, as fans, we can focus on the detail - Mondasian Cybermen! - at the risk of missing the bigger picture. That picture being, in Steven’s case, that we’ve just seen one of the greatest sci-fi body-horror thriller action-adventure romances (plus comedy) of our entire lives, beamed on to our TVs for less than 10p, written by a world-class master of his craft who’s now so in command of his talent, he’s riffing on ephemera from 1966 and turning it into gold, whisky, sex, whatever turns you on best. We truly do not know how lucky we are to have a man of this calibre writing our favourite show.

Since leaving Doctor Who, I’m approached, now and then, by strangers who remember my withered husk from Doctor Who Confidential. There’s a glint in their eye as they say, “What d’you think of it now?” An awful lot of those people are dying for me to trash it. I think, genuinely, they’re trying to achieve an intimacy. I think, nastily, they want me to say something bad so they can take it online and have some strange sort of fun. And when I say, “I love it!” they often think I’m lying.

I love it. I love every episode the man’s written. I love the other episodes he’s rewritten and I think few people know how many that is. I love the detail, I love the scale, I love the people, I love the jokes. I love the fact that Steven himself is quite down on The Beast Below. The whole of the UK on a spaceship? The whole of the UK is a spaceship? I’d retire there and then, complete. Nope, for him, it just wasn’t good enough.

I love the man, in truth, I love his mind, I love his standards, I love his rigour, his darkness, his kindness, his ambition, his love of TV. I love the man who wrote the very last line of Coupling, which shows what a lovely human being he is.

I love his women. Consider, in bad fiction, which is most fiction, how women’s roles, which have suffered so many years of neglect that they can be summarised as ‘women’s roles’, fall into the same old categories. They are reduced to the Mother, the Wife, the Daughter, the Bride. Agents of sex and childbirth, nothing more.

But then look at what Steven does with those categories. The Bride stands tall at her reception - literally in her wedding dress - and summons the Doctor back itno existence with an Old Maid’s rhyme. When the Bride has a Daughter, it’s a vital part of a galaxy-spanning revenge. The Daughter then becomes the Wife, a woman of such swagger and joy and tenderness, the Time Lord finally falls in love. We’re not done yet. A lesser category pops up, the Dominatrix, complete with eye-patch, but don’t worry, the Bride who’s the Mother of the Daughter who’s the Wife kills her stone dead! Then a lesbian travels the universe and everyone adores her. And nestling at the heart of the show is Doctor Who’s very own problem category, the Companion, a title inherently subordinate to the Man. Until Clara comes along! Companion to every single moment in the Doctor’s life. A woman so strong that in her first appearance, and her last, Death itself cannot stop her. A decade before Wonder Woman, Steven started weaving his own vast female mythology across the stars, in a funny old children’s show on Saturday teatimes.

I could mansplain all day, but the other thing I love in Steven’s writing is the complexity. I’ve heard some tiny, distant rumours that some people might have a problem with that. But I think it’s the very thing that will ensure Doctor Who’s logevity. You see, in the old days, us older fans fell in love with this show because it was porous. It had gaps. It was cheap, it was rushed, it was lovely and brave and unapologetic, using three walls in Lime Grove to create an entire Dalek invasion of Earth. All those gaps allowed us in. We imagined the offstage armies. We embraced the wobbles and bumps. If Sutekh had a secret hand on his cushion, we hooted, or invented a reason why (Clara!). But we either imagined it better, or saw how good it was underneath. Which is exactly like falling in love.

Now, the modern show has a lot more money. You can see those armies centre-stage. Gallifrey is so gorgeous, it has a spare city. Cyber-fleets can explode behind Rory’s head as a throwaway joke. And sometimes, a lossy show allows the mind the slide off. But Steven has created a brand-new porous surface. He invites us into the plots. He gives us stories which vault and somersault and double-back and trick and trap and treat. It’s not so much porous, it’s more like a great big spinning double helix and we’re clinging on, spinning for our lives, and yelling with joy. Yes, it’s complicated, but that’s wonderful. It will keep people thinking about the show forever.

Okay, my favourite moment? It’s my favourite joke. A Good Man Goes to War. Rory approaches River Song in the Storm Cage, and she says she’s been on a date with the Doctor, to the frost fair in 1814. “He got Stevie Wonder to sing for me underneath London Bridge.” And for a second, there’s that lovely shiver as you anticipae the punchline. “Don’t tell him.”

That’s a small momnt from a man who’s created empires. But a favourite joke is a beautiful thing. I just looked up the line and it turns out, I’ve long since paraphrased it, but that’s even better - like I said, Steven makes us part of the text, and now I own it! The point is, I think of that line every few days. Literally, a couple of times a week, every week. Every now and then, when I’m washing up or watching TV, or walking into town, or whatever, it pops into my head. “Don’t tell him.” And I laugh. I laugh, every single time. It’s been making me laugh for six years and it will make me laugh for the rest of my life. Very few people can write a line capable of that.

We have been so lucky.

Kidneys? No. Baby!

Originally posted by stylesinthewild


News for Harry

Warnings: a little cheeky, but no smut

You laid in your bed sleeping soundly with a smile on your face next to your loving fiancé.

Harry was laying there rubbing your cheekbone softly with his thumb admiring your many qualities as you slept dreaming of him.

He couldn’t believe he was going to marry you in a couple of months and make you his forever

After remembering last nights events when you got home from girls night he couldn’t resist himself anymore and started peppering soft kisses, first on your forehead, your cheek, lips, this last one causing you to startle a bit in your sleep and he smirked kissing down your jaw, grabbing your hip softly and pulling you closer to him.

You moaned softly, when he started kissing your sweet spot on your neck “Harry” you moaned in your sleep

“Baby girl” he sung softly sucking softly starting to form a hickey on your neck

“Harry” you giggled and woke up, biting your lip “Babe you couldn’t wait until I woke up” you put your hand on his shoulder

“No lovely yeh looked so irresistible and innocent while sleeping” he bit and licked over your fresh hickey

You pulled away “I am innocent” you raised your eyebrows at him

“Mhmm sure babe and I’m Mick Jagger” he giggled

“Whatever Harry” you rolled your eyes playfully and traced your fingers over his tattoos “You’re so handsome H” you smiled and kissed his chest softly

Harry moaned softly and put two fingers on your chin, pulling your face towards him and he kissed you softly

You giggled in the kiss and kissed him back softly, running your fingers through his hair, tugging softly

All of a sudden during your makeout session you were straddling him and begun feeling sick “Babe” you tried to pull away, but he pulled you closer “Harry stop!”

He pulled away and sat up “What petal? Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong” he grabbed your hands

You shook your head and put your hand over your mouth, running to the bathroom emptying your stomach of the contents it used to have

Harry rushed to your side and rubbed your back “Did you drink too much with the girls last night?”

You shook your head no “I didn’t drink at all” you groaned, throwing up again

“Oh petal I already know you drink everytime you have a girls night” he chuckled because he thought you were lying to him

This annoyed you and you wiped your mouth turning your head to him “No Harry I didn’t, you know why cause I can’t drink” you said annoyingly

“What do you mean you can’t drink anymore babes? Something with your kidneys?”

You rolled your eyes at his obliviousness “No baby” you sighed “I wanted to tell you in a different way than this, but Harry…” you closed your eyes, trying to figure out if you should tell him

“What baby?” he pouted

“I’m pregnant Harry” you looked at him

Shock took over his facial features and he was speechless

“H say something please” you pouted

“I’m going to be a dad?!” he smiled from ear to ear and gave you a huge hug

You giggled “Yes Harry and the best dad ever” you felt relief at how happy he was

“Oh my gosh Y/N now we can use the extra room and make it into a nursery” He giggled with excitement and pulled you in for a kiss

You pulled away “Gross Harry i need to brush my teeth” you groaned and stood up brushing your teeth

“Better than your morning breath” he joked and smacked your bum causing you to turn around and hit his chest playfully

“Ouch babe I’m just joking” he giggled

You noticed his stare lingering in the mirror and he was taking in your features again “Damn the thought of you being pregnant with our child for some reason really turns me on” he wrapped his arms around your waist, looking at you with lust filled eyes

“Hey calm down there tiger mama needs to cook breakfast little bean and I are hungry” you smiled and put a hand on your tummy, rubbing it softly

“Aw I love that little bean” he smiled widely and kissed your cheek

“Well that’s the size of our baby right now” you giggled

“Fine but before we eat I want to talk to little bean” he sat you down at the end of your bed and got on his knees, lifting your shirt and rubbing your tummy

“Hurry we’re so hungry” you whined over exaggeratingly

“Hi there little bean it’s your daddy. I’m so happy to have you. I promise to be the best daddy ever and let me tell you, that you have the prettiest and loveliest mama in this whole world. I can’t wait to finish my album and you and mama can be the first ones to here it. We love you so much and you treat mama well in there” he put your shirt back down and kisses your tummy and stood up “I love you baby” he leaned down and kissed you

“I love you too H” you kissed him back “Well over breakfast you can help me find a new wedding dress because I won’t be so skinny by the time of our wedding” you giggled

“Done deal love” he lead you downstairs holding your hand and made breakfast for him, you, and little bean

The rest of the day was spent looking at new dresses and cuddles with watching endless disney movies, while harry rubbed your tummy and talking about your plans with little bean

A/N: Okay this one definitely isn’t as well written as my first one! Ughhh! Hopefully the next one will be way better! Thank you all for the support on my last story it was more than I expected!! Again I can’t thank @all-the-love-harold for helping me get started! All the Love ❤️

25th Anniversary Phantom Observations
  • raoul is dissociating as they play the monkey music box
  • erik drops the first sandbag because carlotta is flirting with andre and he wants to save the poor man
  • “mom tell them i say hey and tell them to stay out of box five and to pay me thanks i love you”
  • hAdLeY fRaSeR is just so damn pretty
  • raouls little jog up the stairs from christine’s dressing room reblog if you agree
  • hey erik maybe if you didn’t yell at your girlfriend she wouldn’t be afraid of you
  • raouls eye roll when carlotta snatches the letter out of his hand reblog if you agree
  • raouls little eyebrow quirk / half smile combo during the rooftop scene as he says “there is no phantom of the opera”
  • erik shaking and rocking in order to calm himself and then reacting out of anger because he cannot sufficiently process his emotions
  • erik spreading his arms so the cloak looks like wings and he looks like an angel when he says “the phantom asked of yooooouuuuuuu”
  • raouls flamboyant hand motion during masquerade
  • protective raoul
  • raoul kneeling before christine and cradling her face in his hands
  • raoul yelling “clever friend” threateningly / being genuinely concerned and angry for and on christine’s behalf
  • mme giry sticking up for eriks music during rehearsal of don juan
  • piangi shaking and stumbling over his lines because he’s scared of erik
  • the violin transition before wishing you were somehow here again
  • christine’s strength and determination shining through her facial expressions and vocal intonation during wishing you were somehow here again
  • eriks feathery hat during wandering child
  • the sweetness in eriks voice during the first verse of wandering child
  • erik getting steadily more desperate / begging throughout wandering child
  • the way raoul spits “this thing” during wandering child
  • the fire balls !!!
  • raoul stamping down his anger in order to place christine’s safety as his first priority at the end of wandering child
  • raoul saying “give the order”
  • raouls facial expression when erik announces himself after the doors have been secured and starts throwing his voice
  • “for once monsieur le viscount is right”
  • erik just wants to watch his opera he doesn’t care that the whole police force is there
  • christine’s facial expressions during past the point of no return
  • the way christine wipes her mouth and erik takes her wrist in his hand during past the point of no return
  • erik grabbing his thighs and shaking when christine touches him during past the point of no return
  • eriks lips parting in shock and his little head shake when christine whips the hood off his face
  • erik looking so disheveled and his voice cracking when he sings the verse from all i ask of you to her
  • “say you want me”
  • madame giry holding meg to comfort her and then grabbing for raoul and telling meg to stay as she leads raoul by the hand after erik and christine
  • raoul rolling his sleeves up
  • the way raoul sincerely and gently says thank you to madame giry amongst his fear
  • the way erik has very obviously slicked his hair back again by the time christine is in the wedding dress but it’s still sticking up all over the place
  • christine holding eriks arms and looking him in the eyes when she sings the line “it’s in your soul where the true distortion lies”
  • eriks breathy “monsieur
  • erik playing the organ because he doesn’t know what else to do after the line “this is the choice”
  • christines face when she says “tears of hate”
  • raouls “please” in “please forgive me”
  • raouls save in “why make her lie to you to save me”
  • erik sitting down because he’s overwhelmed
  • eriks resigned “make your choice” as he drops the veil
  • eriks hands trembling when christine calls him pitiful
  • erik fidgeting on the hand that usually has the ring on it
  • raoul turning away when christine kisses erik because he can’t bear to watch
  • erik squeezing christines hands a final time as his goodbye before going to release raoul
  • erik touching his lips after the kiss
  • raoul squaring up as erik approaches him, and the expression on his face
  • raoul grabbing eriks elbow when erik picks him up after releasing him from the noose and the second of prolonged eye contact they make
  • “angel in hell” as erik starts melting down and then him collapsing on the stairs and sobbing
  • eriks whimpering as he drags himself over to the monkey music box
  • the way eriks voice breaks on “paper faces”
  • erik turning and seeing christine and straightening his vest as he stands
  • “christine i love you” is a soft gentle statement of fact and he looks so sad and she kisses his hand and he shakes and watches her go and when she turns to look at him he inclines his head, giving her his consent to please go
  • erik sinking back to the floor and clutching the veil
  • raoul extending his hand to christine and the look on his face
  • erik kissing the veil
  • the tears visible on eriks face during his final lines
  • meg in pants
  • meg fully prepared to find erik under the cloak
forever starts right now.

For Patater Week. Set in Careful the Tale You Tell verse.

It’s about two months into their relationship. (Their proper relationship, not the year of fumbling that led them there.) Kent’s bugging Alexei about his stuff taking up too much room in Kent’s dresser drawers. “Can’t we, like, pick a drawer that’s yours and you can have that one, so your shit isn’t all messed up with mine?”

“You’re wanting to share drawers?” Alexei says, merrily putting a pair of pants in right next to Kent’s pants, god damn it.

“At least can we fucking talk about it?”

“Pff. No, too early. We talk about it when we get married,” Alexei says breezily.

Kent nearly trips face first over his own dropped jaw.

And from then on, it turns into a thing.

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