Ten x Reader

Request: @ask-thewhiphand submitted; Could I get 5 and 3 with the Tenth Doctor pretty please?

@alix-winchester asked: I’m thinking you’re busy right now but if not I’d like to request a 3 & 5 on the prompt list where reader talks to Jack about everything but the doctor (10) doesn’t know she’s depressed. When they start dating she gets afraid he’ll leave and she runs away but he doesn’t find out why until after he’s gone looking and found her. (I’m sorry if this is too specific, you can bend a couple things if you want. Just looking for a little angst near the start and mostly fluff)

Hey there! While one of your requests has more specifics, I ended up combining both of them since they called for the same Doctor, and same prompts. Also, I just wanted to mention since I personally have not attempted suicide, and I have not experienced what it is to be, and feel like in that exact situation, I wasn’t fully sure how to write in this perspective. I did what I thought I could do, and in a way that I was able to identify with, but if anything is offensive or is harmful I will change what I need to. With that said, I did alter some things, and adjusted the dialogue to fit what the story ended up being. I hope that that’s okay! Thank you for requesting, I hope you come by again! xoxo

Title: Drowning

Warnings: Cursing, angst, depression, obsessive thoughts, suicidal thoughts, mentions of suicide

Word Count: 3,623

Everything had been going great for you so far. You had been able to go one wondrous, and amazing adventures with a man you were falling for, and your best friend in the whole universe. You hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. While you had been traveling with the Doctor and Jack for almost two years, you and the Doctor had only been officially together for almost six months. You had to give thanks to Jack really, since he was the one who was able to get the two of you to admit your feelings for each other.

While it wasn’t a secret that you had been living with depression, you kept it away from the Doctor as much as you could. You didn’t want to feel like you were burdening him, and your relationship. It just didn’t feel like it was the right time to begin talking to him about it, or trying to navigate a way of life for the two of you and your depression. You wanted to just be with him right now, and not worry about all the serious stuff.

Jack had been a wonderful friend to you throughout your time together. He was always there for you if you needed him to listen to you, talk to you, or just be with you during the times you couldn’t be alone. In return, you were there for him as well through thick and thin, making the two of you become very close. He never told the Doctor because you had asked him not to, and he was respectful of your boundaries. When you were ready, you would talk about it. However, while you were happier than what you thought most people were able to experience, it didn’t make the hard times less difficult for you to go through.

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So I’m just saying, there are a lot of supercorp fics out there but tbh a lot of them I’m just like. Eh. About.

So here’s a list of my favorite supercorp authors and/or their fics—10/10 would recommend, and sure I may have only mentioned one fic, but if they’re on this list they’re quality all around and they’re good for all the fics (the ones I mention are just personally my fave). This will be a link to their ao3 page btw not their tumblr (and again–this is STRICTLY about supercorp fic, although if they do have other pairings lol i’ve read them they’re also good but then i’d need a longer list)

Sunlight Honey and Lavender Sunsets
honestly this is an amazing outside look at supercorp, featuring non-human “passing” aliens and a wonderfully crafted Jess the Secretary!!!

love all your fix it fics and oneshots!

listen closely and the stars will sing
Wish that Mon-El would have been a smol little girl who gets v attatched to lena instead of the gross dudebro and see Kara do what Clark wouldn’t?

ALL the fics. Cant really pick out just one standout tbh p much trust anyone by them

such unruly heads and hearts
HP supercorp au!

literally read every single up. 10/10 would die for. You don’t understand I die every single time I read one of your fics holy shit please go read there’s ALL the ships I more than lowkey scream every time I see an email saying there’s a fic update

hi I also love you but my favorite is probably wonderful electric (cover me in you)


I don’t think I can do a better job than the description: “
“Lena has a crush on Kara.
Lena’s too afraid to tell Kara.
Obviously the only solution is to make Kara jealous by dating Supergirl.”
It IS as great as it sounds


there’s a moon in the sky (she calls me)
“The one where Lena finds herself falling for both eager cub reporter Kara Danvers and the mysterious caped protector of National City”
When Lena has a crush on BOTH supergirl and Kara and hijinks ensue it’s great

Honestly if you’re in the mood for multi-chapter fics and supercorp heroism is a full time job is one you’d probably wanna read. Also danishes and other sweet treats feature actual!genius!kara! which makes me v v happy because she’s not an idiot

The Death of Supergirl
Kara forgot to leave a note when she went to the Flash Universe and Shit Happens

i follow just to find you (a kiss we had to wait for)
sometimes you gotta just read Sin and if you do it might as well be well written sin?

Her Brother’s Keeper
holy fucking character study of lena batman

this list is for @pyrotechnician originally but everyone feel free to enjoy!

Adrien’s Game 2.5: The Ball’s In Your Court, Nino

If you’ve read my previous posts “The Evolution of Adrien’s Game” and “The A-mew-sing Sequel”, you’ll know that:

A: I’m being forced to rest until my bronchitis is gone, so I can’t sew
B: My creativity is suffering so, therefore, I’m making crack posts
C: I have a warped sense of humor

This one’s gonna be an in-between because “Animan” is where Adrien’s game truly shines!  Unfortunately, he uses it to coach Nino into trying to get a date with Marinette.  Go with what you know, I guess.   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Alternatively titled: Adrien Flirts With Marinette Through His Bestie

  • Can we all just agree that Adrien giving Nino advice on how to score with Marinette is the cutest thing ever?
  • Nino literally tells Adrien this crush came out of nowhere.
  • Adrien’s all “yeah dude, IKR?!”
  • If I were you, I wouldn’t look so smug, Junior.  
  • Phase 1 of Operation: “Clueless Dorks” uh I mean “Give Nino the Confidence to Ask Alya Out Instea–” er…you know what?  We’ll just call it Phase 1.
  • PHASE 1
  • Ask Mari out on a date.
  • No, not me.  YOU.

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  • lena to jack: in case you havent noticed im gay. im a HOMO. im not straight, i dont wanna be straight. *gestures to kara* have you ever seen me without this amazingly smart and beautiful best reporter in national city. did i mention my favourite person in national city. thats GAY

anonymous asked:

Request! The RFA + V and Saeran accidentally slapping/punching MC while they are having a fight!! Love your writing <3

ahh thank you so much and sorry for the delay!! I hope you like this~~

P.S. shameless self-promotion: I wrote a headcanon not so similar to this called Fight Me, where MC defends the RFA and stuff so take a look if you’re interested :D

first of all, let’s all say a prayer for MC’s reaction in all these scenarios:

“excuse me?”


  • he’s so scared like shitshitshittt
  • this is why his mom told him to NEVER GET INTO FIGHTS
  • his clumsy ass doesn’t even know who tf he’s aiming at and he’S TRYNA FIGHT
  • he can’t even say “fight me” louder than mouse tho 
  • how did he even get in a fight in the first place
  • oh
  • it was because someone bought the last ice cream bar at the convenience store
  • and he stuck out his tongue at that person
  • who then proceeded to stomp on Yoosung’s foot
  • so then he flinched and hit MC
  • also did i mention this “person” is
  • … 7 yrs old


  • instantly drops?? the guy he had a headlock on and runs to MC’s “rescue”
  • is he rescuing MC from his own hit or what
  • so MC’s over there like rubbing her side because he ELBOWED her
  • and he’s just like “OMG PRINCESS R U OK” “I DIDN’T MEAN TO HIT YOU”
    • also you know those shows where it’s like the person is talking to someone but then is also being attacked from behind??
    • yea so that’s happening and he’s fending off those people while apologizing
  • “Zen can we just go”
  • ZEN THE KNIGHT mode activated
  • he’s turned into some Optimus Prime shit
  • bridal carries MC away and he actually looks bulletproof


  • Jaehee was having a cat fight with some chick at the bar
  • y’know normally she was chill right
  • so she was over there doin taekwondo moves with heels on
  • and MC was just like this is real bad
  • so she tries to intervene but ends up getting flipped instead
  • “OWWWW” her back was stinging
  • “OMG MC!! WHAT DID I DO?!”
  • now she was back to normal Jaehee and started to do some emergency procedures 
  • “I must begin a head-to-toe examination, please tell me if anything hurts”
  • “Jaehee…”
  • “I’m going to start with your head, don’t move”
  • “Jaehee.”
  • “Do you feel pain here?” 
  • at this point MC is so embarrassed she pulls Jaehee out of the bar with the speed of light
  • hazukashiidesu (〃´ノω`〃)


  • he didn’t even notice until TWO HOURS AFTER THE FACT
  • yes that’s how oblivious Mr. Corporate Heir is
  • “MC, what is that bruise on your arm?”
  • MC’s friendly reminder face:
  • ohhhh
  • “I apologize, I shall call my personal doctor immediately.”
  • “JUmin, it’s the miDDLE OF THE NIGHT”
  • “Your point?”
  • so he makes up for it!
  • “MC, I’m sorry, I’ll make up for it.”
  • ;)


  • lol shit
  • oh no actually SHIT
  • now he doesn’t know what to do liek
  • MC’s got tears in her eyes because he kicked her in the shin
  • “01110000 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110011 01100101 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110110 01100101 00100000 01100011 01101000 01100101 01100101 01110011 01100101 00100000 01110000 01101001 01111010 01111010 01100001″
  • “Seven, I don’t speak binary”
  • “AJAJAJAJAJA sorry MC”
  • so he begins to make silly faces to make her laugh which only makes it worse because MC laughs so hard she bumps her shin INTO SOMETHING ELSE
  • “OUCH!!1!”
  • oopsie
  • “Here, sit on this pile of honey buddha chips it’ll make you feel better”
  • -_-


  • no bb
  • he was fighting because some guys tried hit her up and he was not going to take any of that BS
  • right so they’re fighting fighting fighting… what else is new
  • MC gets hurt
  • how???
  • well, ya boy Saeran went a little overboard and ended up moving too close to MC and so when he flung at the dude he ended up smacking MC instead
  • oh no
  • this bb suddenly loses all his strength and power and he’s just staggering backwards because he hurt someone he loves :(
  • he was shaking her so violently she thought her head would fall off
  • “It’s okay, let’s get out of here”
  • CINNAMON BUN piggy-back-rides MC home apologizing non-stop


  • V doesn’t fight period.

  • fine.
  • just beCAUSE HE’S A PEACEMAKER doesn’t mean this man doesn’t get angry
    • um but he can’t see???
    • SHHHH
  • anyway so he’s like tryna get this guy to back the f up
  • throwing punches and slaps in every direction possible but suddenly he feels something soft and squishy
  • was that MC’s … cheek?
    • y’all nasty if you thought he hit her t…
  • “AH!”
  • omg no it really was her!
  • so he’s super sorry like bb don’t cry you weren’t even the one who got hit
  • but he’s so apologetic he literally swears that he’s never going to fight again like
  • “MC pls forgive my horrible heart and soul”

it’s not like you gotta but i suggest you translate Seven’s binary numbers

~Cherry L.

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Chubby OTP prompts bc heck yeah
  • Person A squishing Person B’s cheeks
  • Person A kissing Person B’s tummy bc it’s just the softest and greatest and a v good place to lay their head
  • Person B sitting on Person A’s lap and did I mention Person B has the best butt ever, oh my
  • Person A slapping said butt whenever they walk past because it’s just so hard not to
  • Person B giving hugs and cuddles like nobody else A knows. The safest warmest best good shit
  • Person A borrowing Person B’s sweaters and drowning in them a lil bit but loving every minute of it. More material means more of B’s smell and this is A+ acceptable
  • Person B being happy with their weight just bc they are, not bc Person A’s fuckin,, love cured them of their low esteem or whatever
  • Soft thighs
  • Soft thighs

*(written by a chubby person!)*

mmeyers915  asked:

what about a oneshot where reader is in some kind of trouble (idk what but maybe not the ministry??? idk im stupid) and obliviates newt of all memories of them and he asks what shes doing and she tells him to close his eyes and ANGST (my feelings are going to regret this)

Newt Scamander X Reader – Missing You

A/N – I’ll be honest, this was partially inspired by Lyra’s role in Supergirl. @mmeyers915

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Originally posted by ultrailoveharrystylesblog

You were forgetting something, there was no doubt about it but what? What could possibly be left? As chaotic and cluttered as Newt’s case was, it was only small, gathering all of your items should have been easy. You sighed impatiently, trying to think of the last item before Newt got back. Perhaps the reason you couldn’t think of it was because you didn’t actually want to leave; you’d follow your goofy love to the ends of the Earth if it was possible. This was most likely your subconscious trying to stop you from leaving; if it was, it wasn’t making things any easier. You already hurt enough knowing what you had to do. Carrying your plan out was going to be like losing a piece of yourself. No. It was worse. You’d be losing him.

It was no use, whether you were forgetting something or not, you had to leave. You grabbed your bag, heading to the ladder out of the case, paling upon the sound of Newt’s all too familiar footsteps. Newt stopped at the bottom of the stairs, his eager grin turning into a look of utter betrayal and horror as he tried to speak, looking at your packed bag.

“(Y/N)” he breathed, unashamed tears forming. “I don’t understand. Just tell me what I did wrong and I’ll fix it. I- I can become anything for you. A-A-Am I too shy? Do I spend too much time with my creatures b-b-because-”

You embraced Newt, desperate to make him stop before you found a reason to stay; leaving was already too hard as it was, hearing how much he loved you and was willing to do for you made it a thousand times worse.

“Newt, don’t worry, this isn’t about you, you- you’re perfect just as you are, sweetheart.”

Hearing your calm tone soothed Newt slightly. He became less tense as he waited for some reasonable or even unreasonable excuse as to why you were taking all your things away. It was probably something silly such as a change of fashion, Feng-shui, or, Merlin forbid, creature urine; some smells just seeped into things and couldn’t be fixed as Newt had learned the hard way.

“Then what- What’s going on?” He asked patiently.

You exhaled sickly, trying to think of where to start. “Okay, sit down, this is going to take some explaining.”

You sat on the small cot Newt sometimes used when alone, patting it for him to join you. Warily, he did, eyeing you the way he did a new, mysterious creature; not with excitement but caution.

“To explain… I have to start with a story about something bad a person did.” You gulped, leaving out the part where the person was you, it would become obvious soon enough but you didn’t want to remember the awful things you’d done just yet. “Before I start this, I have to ask you not to interrupt, okay?”

New nodded hesitantly.

“Alright, thank you. Right, well, um- There was this person, and (s)he worked for some wizards who were into collecting rarities, no matter what kind of illegal or disreputable things they had to do to get what they wanted. Now, this person I mentioned earlier… (s)he had a friend who was badly in debt to them and to help them out, (s)he offered to do whatever it took to pay off this friend’s debt. The guys in charge, they made the person steal a lot of stuff, art mostly and no matter what it was (s)he’d mark whoever owned the item originally, get to know them, sometimes date them, and eventually, steal the item in question. There were never any feelings involved because business should never mix with pleasure, not the romantic kind anyway.

Anyway, the guys on top heard a rumour. It was about some crazy guy who’d come across a Thunderbird.”

Pained realisation showed on Newt’s face, he shook his head. “(Y/N), why- Why are you telling me this?”

“I’m not done.” You blinked back tears. “The person stalked the mark for a week before deciding he’d be an easy job, a month at most but then…Then…” You snivelled, unable to recompose yourself for another minute or so. “(S)he fell for him. He was no longer a mark but someone (s)he w-wanted to m-marry and be with forever. The longer (s)he stayed became more d-dangerous though because the g-guys at the top f-figured out what had happened and they- they threatened to kill the mark unless (s)he could pay off her debt with the Thunderbird.”

“(Y/N), no, you… you wouldn’t.”

You nodded, wiping your face. “I couldn’t.” You sniffed. “I promised I’d find something even more valuable but here’s the thing Newt. The only thing I could find is in the ministry and I- I can’t let you get involved in this. When I do this, you can’t even know me. Do you understand?”

“No. We uh,” he grabbed your hands tightly, “We’ll find a way, together. There has to be some way to do this, right?”

You let out a weak, sad laugh. “Newt Scamander, I was afraid you’d say that.” You pecked his cheek, knowing that if it was his lips, you wouldn’t have the strength to do what you needed to do.

After a deep breath, you pulled your hands back, drawing your wand out from your cloak. You aimed it at Newt, who stared at you helplessly, his hurt expression cutting you like a knife.

“Obliviate.” You whispered, watching his eyes roll expressionlessly into his head. You got up, grabbing your bag and making a hasty retreat from the case into the hotel room outside.

Newt wouldn’t remember anything about you but you would remember every shared moment, every kiss, every touch, every lingering word or smell; that would be your cross to bear.

Newt rubbed his eyes tiredly, looking around his small shed. It was odd really, he couldn’t remember why he was there, or any of the previous day.

“I’ve been working too hard.” He murmured, resting his head on the pillow, while trying to recall the day’s events; it must have been a dissatisfying day at the very least because he couldn’t shake the hollow feeling that something was missing.

He stretched out, his hand encountered something sharp. Absentmindedly, he grasped it, frowning when he found it to be a necklace with a single Hungarian Horntail scale on it. Although Newt had come to terms with the fact that he’d always be alone because of his strange, nomadic lifestyle, he found himself disturbed by the necklace. It was in his most boyish daydreams that, should he meet somebody he truly loved, he’d make them a necklace just like this, yet he knew he’d never made it; he couldn’t have for there was nobody to wear it.

He ran his free hand through his hair, turning the necklace over in his hands before gently placing it in his pocket. “A mystery for another day.” He thought, thinking of the rest he needed now.

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Who knows what’s going on in this guy’s head. Also wow I managed to update today too.
Have I ever mentioned that Sans’ personality in this comic always reminds me of Sai from Naruto Shippuuden? :’ ) I just can’t unsee that. I mean c'mon, LOOK AT THAT SMILE??

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AHBL8 Part 6 – Saturday – Autographs

​I bought extra J2 autos for today (which probably contributed to the whole issue with the autos selling out, but i only got one extra each so likely in the grand scheme of things it’s not so much). It’s tough because i have so many things i want them to sign but since they are pretty pricey i decided to just get one extra each. For today I decided to get my funko pops signed and for Sunday i want them to sign my epi and biostat SPN notebook to sort of motivate me during exams.

Plus it’s nice to get extra time to interact with the guys. We’re discouraged from interacting too much with them during photo ops because of time constraints and instead we’re directed to say whatever we needed to say to them during the autos (which also probably contributed to the issue of autos selling out faster).

Autos were on straight after J2’s panel so the guys went straight from that to the auto room. Seriously I don’t envy their workload during these conventions.

The volunteers directed me to Jensen’s table first. While standing in line, i was rehearsing what I wanted to say to him and i think it went quite well. I thanked him for taking the time to come see us in Australia and I apologized for being such a spaz in the photo ops that i don’t remember if i thanked him or not. That seemed to amuse him and he chuckled and said, “it’s really no problem” and i stuttered some more thank yous, collected my signed funko and left the table. I was so flustered from having his attention on me (green green eyes!) that i almost left the room, forgetting that i had a Jared auto as well. I quickly turned around and joined the line for Jared.

This is where I screwed up. I was so preoccupied with rehearsing what i wanted to say to Jensen that i had no idea what I’d say to Jared. I mean, admittedly, I’m not a Jared-girl and my feelings for him aren’t as strong as for Jensen and you’d think that would make me cool and calm and articulate. But no, it’s still Jared and he was right there, looking at me, and his strange-colored eyes are just as beautiful as Jensen’s and you’d never know that I had an IELTS score of 8.5 with the way I was speaking. I forgot how english worked and it was so inexplicably difficult just to say thanks for being here with us. Goddammit why am i such a spaz??

Oh i also have to report a really cute thing I witnessed in the auto room. One of the ladies a few spots in front of me in the Jared line gifted Jared with a jar of vegemite that had his name on it and she was having a conversation with him about it. Obviously it’s a universal running joke that Americans find vegemite repulsive, but Jared had the idea of using it as negative reinforcement for when his kids misbehaved and he was really excited about it. He called out to Jensen from across the room to run the idea by him. Jensen laughed and was like, “you sure that’s gonna work with your kids? Shep will probably like it” and he imitated Shep lathering vegemite all over his face which made Jared laugh. Jensen was like, “vegemite bath!” which made Jared laugh even more. I also blame that adorable exchange for distracting me from properly preparing what i wanted to say to Jared.

Legit I’m so glad that J2 have each other for these things. Cons seem absolutely brutal, meeting so many people, hearing so many stories, but still needing to go through basically every single person. I mentioned last year that AHBL7 seemed hard on Misha because he was the “backbone” of the con so to speak and he was by himself. This year, a huge amount of the con’s weight is on J2 but they have each other for support and I’m so glad for it because what happened to them is so much rougher that what happened to Misha last year.

Jared and Jensen are truly amazing people, like my respect for them increased exponentially after seeing them handle this weekend. All through the jetlag and exhaustion and general annoyance at the disorganization, their energy levels were still pretty high, they delivered a stellar panel, they’re still very friendly and cheerful when interacting with fans, and they genuinely care about us. Like when some people would go up to them during autos and ask how they’re doing and hope theyre feeling okay in the middle of all this madness, they’d be like, “how about you? Are you guys having fun?” Like for all of their understandable and justified anger and frustration about the event, in no way is that directed towards the fans.

UPDATE: After I posted this two days ago, I received a lot of very thoughtful and considerate messages from people who follow my site.  I really appreciate it.  The incident is over, and I’ve largely forgotten it, and the person i mentioned.  Life goes on, the sun still rises, and all is well.   In fact, very well.  Just a momentary blip in the grand scheme of things.  The important thing to me is knowing that some of you took the time to write words of encouragement.  Thank you.  

Regretting the loss of a new friend

I’m feeling deflated because I had met a new, very interesting new friend the other day on this site, and we seemed to be really hitting it off in terms of sharing our musical tastes and certain outlooks on life.  She became very special to me in a very short period of time – someone I felt increasingly comfortable with in terms of expressing myself.  Tragically, she wrote a short note to me less than an hour ago saying she was deleting her account because of dynamics with other people.  I really wish I could have written to her at least one more time, maybe opened up some other way of communicating.  Like through my Flickr account https://www.flickr.com/photos/132986144@N05  , since Flickr is a site where you won’t find as much of what bothered you on tumblr.

I hate when you feel you are just getting to know someone and looking forward to knowing them better, then they’re just gone from your life.  It’s like having a small ray of light that’s been steadily growing in strength, then suddenly ‘ click’ – instant darkness.   It leaves you searching….

I won’t write her name here – she deserves her privacy.  But if somehow she manages to read this, I’d really love to hear from her again.  Just open a new account, call it ‘ice cream monkey’ or whatever, and add only me as a contact to let me know you’re o.k.   I miss you. 

NOTE: I will block anyone who takes my pictures and reposts them on their site as their original content.  If you like something I post, please reblog it from this site.  I love when people do that.  Thanks.  

ID #71163

Name: AJ
Age: 30
Country: USA

I’m a Mom, wife, and Cat Guardian in New Mexico! I love sending/receiving snail mail, so I’d love to have a consistent penpal. My hobbies/passions/addictions include (but are not limited to): spending time with my Family, listening to music, singing, doing crafts (mainly knitting and crochet), enjoying the Great Outdoors (hiking is my jam!), reading, photography, animals, writing, watching movies and Netflix, hanging out on social media, coloring, and teaching (I homeschool). I love rainy weather and Autumn! I’m wicked friendly, genuine, kind, honest, and positive, and I’m 100% accepting of everyone. I’m LGBTQ+ friendly (and not just because I’m part of the community), and I love all people - as long as they are not hateful, mean, dishonest, fake, homphobic, or racist. I’m Atheist, but I don’t reject anyone who is religious - so I really hope no one rejects me for my lack of beliefs. There is plenty more to get to know about me, and I’m one of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet…so let’s do this! I may be “old,” but I’m pretty awesome. :D

Preferences: I would prefer my penpal(s) to be at least 18, and not be the bad type of person I mentioned above. I also prefer not to discuss politics, as I have seen how awful people can get when discussing that topic. I’d love to talk about anything and everything else, though - both the good AND the bad. :) If you’re someone who would love a handmade gift someday, that’s a perk!

100 Followers-                  Promotion Post!

This is a very special post to me as I have just reached over 100 followers! Just… How shit, you guys! I can’t thank you all enough??? And I’m really happy that the lot of you really enjoy my shit lord of a muse! He’s a royal pain in the ass but no matter what I love him anyways- this post is for all the blogs who help me reach this number BUT as I have done so in the past from other blogs, I will not be @ mentioning personal blogs for reasons for all but two blogs because they have been so kind to me and just- HOW COULD I NOT?!

                                                                                 LET US BEGIN!

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anonymous asked:

Hey :)))) I really need to ask you what you think about Rosie , as in the plot , cause I can't figure out what moffat was thinking , there is no baby in the canon , he completely forgot about her in S4 and I can't project her in any possible S5 ????

Your guess is as good as mine, Nonny. Seriously, the baby was a LITERAL PLOT DEVICE, and only came in when it was convenient or when Mofftiss remembered that “oh shit, yeah, we put a baby in this shitfest, we gotta mention it”. I personally think it was such a mistake putting this baby in if they weren’t even going to make it a central plot point; all it does is make John look like a terrible father because he’s always leaving it with friends (WHAT FRIENDS?!? JOHN HAS NO FRIENDS), or forgetting about it, or just… ugh. I know I have the unpopular opinion of “I do not like nor want baby Watson”, and I personally think the majority of the fandom came up with MUCH better resolutions to that pointless plot twist than “boop! she’s here! oop! now she’s gone because reasons”.

Haven’t posted anything new in a while, so here’s a picture of Ahsoka Tano from Star Wars. Wanted to try to see if I could draw the snow outfit she wears during part of The Clone Wars, and I think it turned out fairly well.

Not quite sure whether I like the way I drew Ahsoka herself, but I’ve been watching a lot of Star Wars stuff and listening to Star Wars audiobooks lately, so I’ll probably have more chances to experiment with how to draw awesome Togruta Jedi-type people.

Or possibly a scene involving fish, as I mentioned on my personal blog. :P

Twenty-First Christmas

the series is as follows so far:

FirstSecond ThirdFourthFifthFifth Christmas, Part 2SixthSeventhEighthNinthTenthEleventhTwelfthThirteenthFourteenthFifteenthSixteenthSeventeenthEighteenthNineteenthTwentiethTwenty-firstTwenty-secondTwenty-third


Maggie invited herself to Christmas dinner at his house by email, a very un-Maggie like thing to do but necessary in her mind.

“Dear Fox,

I was going to ask this on Tuesday when you were here but I realized that if I mentioned it in person, you would attempt to find a way to decline and that will not work. Instead, I am letting you know that I’ll be there on December 20th at 4pm for appetizers, for dinner at 6pm and I will be leaving no later than 9pm to allow you to get your proper night’s sleep.

I will be bringing with me one blueberry pie and one pumpkin pie.

Whatever you choose to serve for dinner will be wonderful and I will enjoy it immensely.

I look forward to it and will not be checking my email so any possibility of you cancelling will not be seen and I will be on your doorstep regardless of weather and circumstance.




Somewhere around the previous February, he worked up the courage to write Maggie a short note, much like the ones he and Scully had been infrequently exchanging. She responded immediately and had not left him alone since. It had taken until April for her to convince him to come to her house on a Tuesday afternoon to help clean out her gutters. He’d made it there by cab, ontime, and the whole experience had been terribly awkward and clock-ticking dreadful.

He returned the next week to fix some siding issues she was having on the garage.

Then to mow her lawn.

Weed her garden.

Re-stain and re-seal the deck.

By June, he just came over, no work beckoning him but working once he got there none-the-less. She fed him, they talked, they cried on multiple occasions, he apologized every time before he left again that night.

He didn’t ask about Scully though.

Maggie had questioned him as to why he didn’t but with a simple shake of his head, “not yet. I know she’s okay though so that makes it easier.”

Once or twice, he’d come earlier or stayed later than he’d meant to or Scully had dropped by on the wrong day, forgetting, in the hustle and bustle of hospital life, which day was verboten. The first time for that had been painfully wretched, Mulder dropping everything and bolting from the house, apologizing later to Maggie from the comfort of his living room.

The second time had been easier, Scully apologizing for interrupting and nodding towards Mulder, eyes open and accepting that she still shared her mother with him even though she didn’t share his bed. She’d disappeared to the backyard and as he left a few minutes later, he called a quiet ‘good night’ through the screened door, hearing her call one back without missing a beat.


As the holidays approached and there ceased to be a lawn to mow or windows to wash, he began to worry that he wouldn’t have a reason to go see her, to interact with her, to learn, through osmosis and rusty spying techniques, that Scully had an apartment, a job, a decent car, a life that didn’t involve him.

He desperately wanted to curl up and die a little bit when he began to hear Christmas carols on the radio but then Flab jumped on his belly, walked smartly up his chest with tail raised and waving, licked his chin, whisker-tickled his cheeks, then meowed fishy breath in his face, demanding scratching on her head and undercarriage.

He had no choice but to smile and do her bidding.

He snuggled up with her later on but didn’t die, instead listened to her purr against his throat while he watched ‘Plan 9 from Outer Space’ and forgot to lock the front door.


“Mom, you didn’t even let him try to cancel? What if he’s not there when you show up?”

“He’ll be there. He wouldn’t dare not be there and he will have dinner ready and we will have a very pleasant holiday meal.” Giving her daughter a not-so-sneaky look, “you could always come with me. I think Fox would like that very much.”

Scully shook her head, leaning back against the kitchen chair, feet settled on the seat beside her, elbow resting on the table, head against her hand, “I can’t. I just … I’m okay with him being here but I’m not ready to go back yet.”

Maggie loved them more than her own life and wished they’d just get themselves organized, “he’s been doing so well with his medications and trying, Dana. He talks now and carries on a conversation that has nothing to do with aliens and invasions and basement bomb shelters. He’s like he used to be and he misses you so much. If you’d just try again …”

Scully cut her off, eyes closing, “Mom, I will do this at my speed, okay? I can’t just show up at the house for Christmas dinner and pretend life is fine.”

“I know, honey, I’m sorry to push.” Resting her hand on Scully’s arm, squeezing lightly, “but you’re sure you’re fine with me going?”

Eyes popping back open, they both ignored the shining tears suddenly pooling, “at least he’s letting someone in and better you than some crazy person he met online.”

Lightening the mood, Maggie smiled, “it’s nice to at least rank about the internet chat people.”


Maggie knocked on his door at precisely 4pm, pies in hand and scarf tied tight, the harsh wind blowing through her coat and sweater as if they weren’t there, small, sharp pieces of ice pummeling her hair and stinging her cheeks. Mulder answered with the same nervous look he had on his face when he showed up for his first Christmas all those years ago and she couldn’t help but smile, “relax, Fox, it’s just me and pie.”

Mulder smiled back, “am I wearing my panic look?”

“You are indeed.”

Appetizers consisted of fresh fruit and cheese, alternating olives and cubes of ham skewered to death on a red-foil topped toothpick, along with sparkling apple cider or water. Feeling the need to apologize for the drinks, “I’m not allowed any alcohol with my medication and I don’t need the temptation.”

Taking a long sip of her cider, “this is just fine. I don’t need the alcohol if I’m to drive home without getting pulled over.”

Dinner, with a little of Maggie’s help, was steak, baked potatoes, asparagus and salad. Nodding her approval as she took her first bite, “better than my husband ever made.”

“Mr. Scully couldn’t cook a steak?”

“Not unless you liked shoe leather. There’s a reason we all love burned bacon. At first, it was a necessity because that’s how he cooked it but it grew on us. The well-done steak, however, never quite caught on.”

“Well, I’m glad you like it.”

Conversation flowed smoothly, Mulder asking about the family, all the kids floating around; Maggie asking about his medications and his routine, keeping him honest without letting on that she was keeping him honest but given he knew she was keeping him honest, he answered honestly, never wanting her to worry about him again.

Talk turned to Scully completely on accident, just as Maggie was serving out gigantic pieces of pie, “you know, I never could get that daughter of yours to eat pie.”

Even before he finished the sentence, he felt his stomach clench tightly, the steak threatening to push back up his throat as his eyes darted anywhere but to his dinner guest. Maggie, heart aching once again for the pair of them, nodded lightly, her voice carrying a joviality to it that relaxed him somewhat, “neither could any of us, no matter how many we squished her face into and believe you me, there were a lot.”

Mulder lit up, suddenly needing to hear a story of Scully’s face buried in a banana cream pie as much as he needed air to breathe, “define a lot.”

The next hour, loose lips told stories that would make Scully blush, had she been there; stories of pies and bathing suit incidents and spelling bee SNAFUs and embarrassing questions and equally embarrassing answers.

Mulder had never, not in years, laughed like he did that night. He relished each incident as if it were precious crystal and gold, woven into an intricate remembrance of a Scully he’d never met, never heard about and never wanted to forget. He even repeated a few things, just to make sure he had them committed to memory correctly, realizing that even if she never came home again, he’d have these treasures forever.

Watching how delighted he was with her reminiscence, Maggie shared more and more, one story blended with the next until she looked up, realizing it was after 10, the wind howling, the snow pinging the glass as it drove horizontal against the house. Standing, she moved to the window, “I don’t think I can drive home in this, Fox. Would you mind terrible if I stayed on the couch?”

He felt awful that he’d kept her for so long, wondering if he’d done it on purpose for the company then berating himself because he’d done nothing but listen, Maggie leading the charge down memory lane without so much as a care about the weather outside. Nodding in her direction after a moment, “in face, you can have the spare bed upstairs or our bed, if you don’t like the mattress. Plenty of blankets and quilts to keep you warm, too, no matter how drafty it gets up there.”

Her heart sang momentarily, knowing that an offered room upstairs meant he was cleaning even where no one would see. Blankets and quilts meant he was doing laundry. All little things that added up to telling her her son was doing okay.

“I would love that, Fox, thank you.”

He looked around the kitchen, which they’d cleaned up earlier, “well, are you ready for bed now? It’ll probably take a few minutes for the room to warm up after I open the door so would you like another piece of pie, maybe or watch the news?”

Maggie drew back in surprise, “when did you get regular television again?”

Mulder went sheepish, ducking his head, “well, more like I have a satellite dish that I can aim through the attic window so no one can hijack the dish or signal and mess with me.” Running a hand messily through his hair, he squinted apologetically at her, “old, old, old habits die hard but I realized it was a good next step for me.”

Hugging him tightly in a surprise attack, he still marveled at how tiny both her and her daughter were given that their mere presence burst the seams of whatever room they were in, “it’s a very good step and yes, I would like to watch the news with you, then maybe an episode of something nice, ‘Golden Girls’ or whatever might be on one of those old lady stations.”


Soon, Maggie was wearing some of Scully’s old sweatpants and a t-shirt, settled comfortable under mounds of covers when she heard Mulder knock on the open door frame, “Fox? Is everything all right?”

Mulder regarded her seriously, “earlier, I referred to my bed as our bed, meaning mine and Scully’s. I shouldn’t have said it like that. I don’t want to give you the wrong impression or idea that we were talking and she’d be back soon.”

Giving him the smallest head tilt, pulling her lips in slightly, pressing them together in sympathetic understanding, “I know, Fox. I don’t expect anything from either of you. I will always have hope and I will always pray that you two work things out eventually, be it end in love, friendship or understanding but above all else, I just want you to be happy. It’s what every mother wants for her children, both the ones related by blood and the ones she adopts as her own along the way.”

His eyes swam for a moment, then, “I go to therapy now. I mean, I actually go. I was doing things over the phone but finally, I realized that I needed to do it in person. I started a few weeks ago and I wanted to see how it went before I told you.”

Her chest swelled in pride, “I’m so proud of you, Fox. Dana will be to, whenever and if you ever choose to tell her.”

“I will. Just, in my own time … that is if you don’t mind keeping a secret from your daughter for me.”

With a juvenile turn of the fake lock on her lips, she tossed the key over her shoulder, “I will be silent until I hear from you.”

Flashing another Mulder smile at her, the one she’d missed so very much, he then scooped up the lurking Flab and dropped her on Maggie’s lap, “g’night, Maggie.”

“G’night, Fox.”


The next day, after Mulder had cleaned off Maggie’s car and had plowed the driveway with the lawnmower/snowplow, he came back in, shivering and soaked, grateful for the steaming mug of hot chocolate she met him at the door with. Taking it, he sipped, disappeared upstairs to change, then returned to the living room to find her waiting, small Christmas bag on the table, happy smile radiant. Once he sat down beside her on the couch, she handed him the bag, “Merry Christmas.”

“Aww, Maggie, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“No, I didn’t but I wanted to so I did and you can’t return it because it’s homemade and personalized just for you.”

Curiosity drove him to pull out tissue paper while smirking at her threat, “please tell me it’s fudge.”

“No, you’ll get that next time so stop bothering me about it.”

He would have responded with something but his tongue tied itself in a knot, the ornament he pulled from the bag stopping him in his tracks. It was a cross-stitched sphere, a myriad of blues in the background except for where ‘Fox’ and 6/6/1992 were sewn in, one on either side of the gift. It only took a moment for him to remember the date and looking at her in quizzical wonder, “why would you put this date on here?”

“Because that’s the first day I heard about you. She called me up that night and told me about the man she’d been partnered with, someone with the odd name of Fox Mulder. Had I known then what I know now, I would have told her to kiss you the first opportunity she had.”

Knowing Maggie well, he studied it first, then focused past it to her face, “did you make one for Scully, too?”

“It’s time I should be going, I think.” Standing, she left his question hanging in the air, the answer obvious but enjoying her mysterious ways just the same, “thank you for a very lovely Christmas dinner and for letting me stay the night. I truly appreciate it.”

“You are welcome anytime, Maggie, anytime.”

“And I’ll see you on the Tuesday between Christmas and New Year’s, correct? I need to give you your gift.”

“The ornament was gift enough.”

“Hush, now. I have something else for you and expect you at my house by 2pm that day.” Sliding arms in sleeves, gloves on hands, she picked up her keys, “now give me a hug.”

Doing as ordered, she held a little tighter and a little longer, whispering into his ear, “you are a good boy and a wonderful son and I love you very much.”

“I love you, too, Maggie. Drive safe and email me when you get home.”

“I will.”


Scully opened her ornament in silence Christmas Eve, mirroring her mother’s head tilt and curving smile, “I have a feeling Mulder had the same one, doesn’t he? Just, I assume with his name on it and hopefully not in red?”

“Blue and you take all the fun out of gift giving sometimes.”

Not about to let her mother see her cry yet again, she instead pulled Maggie close, tears hitting out-of-sight shoulder instead, “it’s perfect. Thank you.”

Gryffindor Study Session


overview: this is like a study session from a Gryffindor point of view and it just so happens Draco shows up. don’t ask me why, ask Draco. I’m just here minding my own business.

pointers: I mention things involving my personal appearance but you can change it in your mind to fit you:)))

I arrived at the library and made my way to one of the tables in the back corner. I always liked studying in the library because I always tended to get distracted by things in my room and over all the atmosphere of the Hogwarts library was quit lovely.
I put my bag down beside the cushioned, felt chair I was sitting on and placed some of the books I had been carrying beside me. I attempted to but my hair into a messy bun and I had believed I had achieved my goal when my hair tie snapped. shit. I sorted through my things trying to find another hair tie, taking thing I needed to use out of my bag as I did so. Till finally I found a book and the ‘bookmark’ I was using was well a hair tie. I continued to re-due my bun and actually succeeding this time. I organized my things to how I wanted them whilst letting a few brown, wavy stray hairs to fall into my face. I put on my glasses and got to work.

After a while of re-writing color coded notes and writing un-needed essays to help me study I believed I was almost complete. Until I found another folder…. It was filled with study material and lists of books I needed to do research on. Most of which I had been wanting to do for my own interests but also because I believed it would help me in my classes.
I had finally gotten my things re-arranged for my new task when I my concentration was broken by a deep voice which I was still trying to figure out if I was happy to hear or not. Draco Malfoy. Draco and I had been having a 'thing’ for a little while now and I just get so concussed by him. Like we flirt and and kind to each other which I odd because Draco usually isn’t kind to anyone.
“You know you look really adorable right now, you know that love,” he said softly.

“Draco I’m working,” I said trying not to act like I was affected by his words.

“What’s the matter? Are you okay?” he asked almost sounding hurt.

What is up with him I wondered. He’s never been like this before…

“Yes I’m fine, I just have a lot to do and I don’t have time for small talk.” I snapped slightly but tried to hide my annoyance.

“You seem stressed,” he sighed while moving a piece of my hair out of my face.

No shit.

“Draco. I’m working,” I whispered trying to keep my voice down.

“Then I will work with you,” he said pulling out his books I didn’t even realize he was carrying.

“Fine okay,” I said dryly.

And with that Draco and I worked together and I accomplished more than I thought I would have. I was slightly surprised about how much fun I had working with him and I honestly hope I could do it again sometime.