why did i spend time on this a word cloud of every key word the twelfth doctor has said - from ‘the time of the doctor’ to ‘the return of doctor mysterio’ (including class because how could i not). long story short, his catchphrase is clara (the larger the word the more it was said)
long story in its entirety:
basically, two years ago i spent a ridiculously long amount of time on this (ttotd to last christmas):
and i had almost eradicated it from my memory, but then i found it on my desktop and remembered that i had actually written everything down for s9, and all i had to do was thors, for tonight we might die and doctor mysterio, and i was very bored yesterday so i thought ‘eh, why not’
turns out i could have just copied and pasted the script, since wordle gets rid of common english words anyway. i changed my rules about 20 times in this about what words count as common words and what don’t fml, which is why ‘hello’ is so small but still there. ah well.
might add s10 on too when it comes out, because i know i can copy and paste the script now. yay.
alright im so done with all your pointless, shitty hate.
CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL THE SHOWS ON BROADWAY, WHETHER YOU WERE NOMINATED OR NOT, OR WON OR NOT.
ALL THE SHOWS HAVE SOMETHING SPECIAL AND AMAZING ABOUT THEM.
in the end, all of these shows (whether having a nom/win or not) are somehow leaving their mark on broadway or on the viewers who come see them.
the tonys are a time to celebrate broadway. please stop trying to tear this celebration down with your hate.
im sure that the actors who got snubbed wouldnt support all this shit you guys are flinging.
let people be happy and enjoy their night.
just be happy that, awarded or not, your favorite show exists and has made a mark.
“My friend dragged me
to this party and I just saw my ex, quick, make out with me!”Just for fun—what would happen if the MC did this the first time she met the members of
the RFA (plus V/Saeran/Rika and a certain guest star who doesn’t want to be here)? College!AU. Content warning: Saeran’s is slightly suggestive.
the immediate urge to panic. Girl, his mind blares, his body on red
alert. Female human, female human.A gorgeous female human, right there
in front of him, asking to kiss him. He
doesn’t know how to kiss a girl. He doesn’t even know how to talk to a girl. But. You’re standing
there, looking pleadingly up at him, and—well, darn it all. He yanks you
close—oops, a bit too hard, sorry—and blushes as you stumble into his chest.
Before he can lose his courage, he swoops in, and—just about breaks your front teeth from the force
of your mouths smashing together. It takes a while to calm him down, assuring
him that you’re fine and waving away his frantic apologies, and by the end you’re
giggling helplessly at how adorably flustered he is. Maybe we can try that again? you suggest, any thoughts of your ex
fading from your mind as you smile at how quickly Yoosung nods. He leans down
towards you, holding you gently. And this time, it’s perfect.
Zen can hardly
believe his luck. He’d been eyeing you the whole night, hoping you’d look his
way and posing dramatically by the bar just in case you did. He knows he looks
beautiful tonight (even more beautiful
than usual, anyway), and he thanks all his lucky skin care routines when you
suddenly come rushing over to him, whispering about some ex and asking him to
kiss you. I’ll kiss you, he says,
smiling, in exchange for one thing. You look up at him, wide-eyed and beseeching. Yes, you say, what is it? Zen grins, and leans down. Another kiss. His grin widens at the way you blush, and he pulls
you in. He kisses you. Again. And again. And again. By the time he’s done, your
ex is long forgotten.
Jumin is wary at
first, thinking you must be like one of the women constantly circling his
father, here for his money or status or some position in the company. But then
he notices your ex prowling a few feet away from you, his eyes dark and predatory,
and Jumin feels a sudden flare of protectiveness he’s never felt for anyone
except Elizabeth the 3rd before. Jumin looks back at you, loosening
his tie as he considers the way you bite your lip and look imploringly up at
him. The goal is to make him jealous,
right? he says to you. To show him
that you’ve moved on to someone else? You nod, and then Jumin smirks in a way that shoots tingles down
your spine. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. Let’s show him, then. That he doesn’t matter anymore. And
you do show him, kissing Jumin until your lips are swollen and your breath is
unsteady and your ex is long gone.
Seven grins and
makes some stupid joke that you can barely even hear over the pounding bass of
the music. So he repeats the joke, louder this time, when you take another step
towards him. You ask him to kiss you again, and in response he fires off
another joke. And another. And another. It takes several really bad jokes and
outdated memes before you realize that his ears are bright red, and that you’ve
all but backed him up into the wall. You’ve all but forgotten your initial
goal, your ex pushed to the back of your mind as you focus on this ridiculous embarrassed
goofball of a boy in front of you. He’s still grinning a little nervously,
opening his mouth to undoubtedly crack another bad joke, when you grab him by
the collar and yank him down. By the time you’re done, his face is as red as
his hair, and his mouth is hanging open, speechless. But then he says, Well, that was nice—want a kiss from me this
time? You nod eagerly—only to watch as Seven pulls a Hershey kiss from his
pocket and grins like a madman (who carries
chocolate in their jackets, like why?),
and you groan before pulling him down for another actual kiss to shut him up.
Jaehee never even
wanted to come to this party. She’s tired, and stressed, and has three papers
that she hasn’t started on top of the internship application she has to submit—and
now there’s this girl in front of her that she doesn’t know, talking about some
ex she has and asking Jaehee to kiss her. In any other set of circumstances, Jaehee
never would’ve kissed someone she didn’t even know. But now, she snaps—she’s stressed, and upset, and if
can’t watch Zen DVDs at home then she’ll at least kiss this gorgeous stranger,
darn it! It’s all very quick and overwhelming but nice, and by the time she pulls away you’re both panting. She goes
scarlet, slowly regaining her senses, but you’re smiling like a fool and so
very lovely. And when you pull her in for another kiss, Jaehee thinks that
maybe the endless stress that is her life can be good for something, after all.
V is confused and embarrassed at first, lowering his camera (he brings that thing everywhere okay he’s a sensitive soul) as you come bounding over to him. But once he understands,
he shakes his head very gently and tells you that kissing him won’t make you
feel any better about your ex. You stare at him, baffled, as he sits you down
on the couch and starts making complex metaphors and analogies involving the
sun and a bunch of other celestial beings in an effort to get you to value and
cherish yourself more. You don’t know in what universe there would exist a
college boy who would rather talk to a girl about philosophy and art than have
a free chance at making out with her, but one things for sure: this boy is
precious, and must be protected.
Rika issympathetic to your situation immediately. She knows a
little bit about jealousy, about heartbreak, about false love and exes and the
need to pretend that you’re doing just fine, thank you. She’s a little less
sympathetic to the fact that you’re pawing at her, drunkenly begging to kiss
her, but, well. You are a pretty
thing, and she is coming out of a
recent breakup herself. So. She wraps her arms around you and draws you close, and
can’t help but smile when you blush at her sudden proximity. You’re
surprisingly warm, your skin pleasantly heated against hers, and she feels
herself curling into you almost reflexively. And, when she feels the softness of
your lips against hers, your warmth radiates into her, stirring up a fluttering
heat deep inside her chest. Oh, she
thinks. And she pulls you closer.
Saeran isexpecting you when you come running up to him. He’s been
watching you the whole night, after all. He knows about your ex, too—some greasy
sleaze who’s never deserved you, anyway—and Saeran knew as soon as he saw him
enter that you would be desperate for a distraction. So he angles himself perfectly
so that he’s right in your line of view, and smirks when you come straight to
him, just as planned. You barely have the words out of your mouth before Saeran
is shoving you up against the wall, lips seeking yours hungrily. If you want to make him mad, he
whispers, grinding his knee up against you until you moan. Why stop at kissing? He makes a very good point. You don’t stop at
kissing, and by the time Saeran has you pressed against the sheets in the
master bedroom at the back of the house, making you gasp and writhe, you’ve forgotten your ex even exists.
Vanderwood doesn’t even know why he’s here. He doesn’t know whose
house this is. He doesn’t like parties. He doesn’t even go to college. Dammit,
where’s Seven? Vanderwood wanders into the back of the house, opening the door
to the master bedroom. He finds someone that looks like Seven (if Seven were
chucked headfirst into the clearance rack of Hot Topic) on the bed, straddling a
flushed brunette in a tan sweater, lips locked and tongues intertwined.
Vanderwood closes the door. He wants to go home. He’s so done.
It seems I shall be the bearer of bad news today. =( Thought once more seemed more suitable on this account of mine. I noticed this on the HQ facebook page…
I had a bad feeling when Nick Foster said: “Plenty more of it to come later in the year ….” I tried to ignore it, but… I had a feeling.
It seems we could be in for a longer haul. Ugh. Hopefully that’ll make the gap to season 3 (actual S3, not Amazon’s S3, mind ;) ) not as long? =(a Hopefully also when they say tell us a date soon, they mean actually soon. lol
“You have to go” says your best friends while driving.
You sigh, rolling yours eyes.
“No, I’m not a party animal and I’m also socially awkward so I’m not going”.
You turn your body towards the window, looking outside, thinking. “See you at school”, what does that even mean? Is he gonna just see me and not even wave? Why did I talk to him? I messed up, now I"m stressing my self over him. Dammit
The car stops and you look outside confused.
“Where ar….Oh, no you didn’t!” you scream , looking furiously at your friend.
“Yes I did and now get out of this car or I’ll take you in there my self”.
You don’t answer, crossing your arms and frowning like a child.
“Okay, I know that you are scared, but you can do it because you are one of the best person that I know and I’m sure that Theo would love you even if you’re not the best dressed tonight”
“Hey, fuck off, this is my favourite flannel-you said smoothing the material- okay fine, I’m coming”
You ring the bell at the door and a beautiful Theo shows up, smiling wide at you.
“Hey, you came after all”
Your best friend clears her throat, interrupting the moment.
“I’m Y/N’s best friend and don’t worry I’m going away” she says entering in the house and wiggling her eyebrows at you.
You shake your head, giggling lightly.
“C'mon, let’s go” Theo says grabbing your hand.
“Wow, she really said that? I can’t believe it” says Theo laughing.
“Yeah, she is totally crazy, I swear” you answer smiling .
He wipes a tear away while laughing.
“You are so funny”
“Thank you” you blush like a middle schooler at his word.
‘C'mon Y/N, don’t be a kid, you have to be more seductive, he doesn’t like nerds’ .
“Hey, Theo” says Audrey, fluttering her eyelashes.
Audrey was the typical popular girl, blonde obviously and perfect.
She thought thar every person that wasn’t in her group of friends was a paesant. She was your nemesis.
“Hey, Audrey” says Theo.
“Come with me”
“No, wait I was talking with- Audrey takes his arm dragging him- okay, see you later Y/N”.
You clench your fists, going to grab some punch.
’Obvioulsy he goes to the cool girl, he doesn’t like “paesants” like me’.
You frown as you walk away from the drink table holding a blue cup.
Everybody in the room was with somebody, you were the only one alone.
Your heart starts to face as you feel like everybody is watching you.
You start walking to the corner of the room.
“Sorry, I had to talk a little bit with her or she w- Are you okay?” Theo looks at you with worry in his eyes and rests his hand on your arm.
“Yeah I’m fine” you answers smiling.
“Sorry, I had to talk to her she is always in need of attention but she is a nice girl”
“Hm” you hum sarcastically.
“Okay no she is a bitch but don’t tell her anything okay? She would probably kill me.”
You chuckle looking at him.
“So what were we t-”
Theo pushes you aside as a ton of punch lands on him.
You open your eyes wide as you see Audrey with a bowl in his hands.
Theo runs his hands through his wet hair shaking his head.
“Are you okay?” you say softly.
“Yeah, let’s go” he grabs your hand and drags you towards the stairs.
“Thank you for saving my favourite flannel” you whisper, looking away from his bare chest as he puts a new shirt on.
“It’s okay, it’s my duty to save a damsel in distress” he says sitting on the bed.
“So you are my knight in shiny armor, uh?” you crack a small smile looking into his eyes.
He stays silent looking into your eyes with a serious expression.
“What’s wrong? Did I say so-”
You are cutted off by his lips on yours.
His hands hold your face as he presses his lips on yours.
He stops the kiss smiling, sweetly at you.
“You are cute"he says caressing your hair.
“You wanna go downstairs?”
“Nah, let’s stay here”
These are rare cases where I read an unfinished fic. I just can’t stand waiting for updates, ya know? And in all the time I’ve been reading ffs I have been left hanging with unfinished fics too many times to count and dammit it sucks! So I try not to but these were so favorably talked about that I couldn’t help myself. And I was not disappointed. I mean, in the shallows is just extraordinary. I’m astounded by how well the author depicts fight scenes. It’s not an easy thing to do yet it is seemingly done with ease. The buildup in war and politics is beyond delicious. It’s a visual masterpiece, so to speak. There is so much more to it than “Clarke and Lexa fall for each other.” It’s a very meaty story. Fault line is so beautifully devastating. And beautifully written. Destruction was a pleasant surprise. I’ve certainly never read anything at all like it. And heaven in hiding? What a masterfully crafted story that, if you aren’t careful, you might mistake for smut. It’s so much more to it than that. Sure there’s loads of sex but there’s so much depth too. Anyways I’m sure absolutely none of this was helpful lol. These are pretty popular fics and you’ve probably read them all.
Skylark is so damn good it deserves a special shout out on its own. Also, it’s not popular? For some wildly inexplicable reason?? It’s so intense and so wonderful that I constantly, while reading, had to calm tf down. Have you ever read something so enthralling that your eyes hurry down to the next paragraph before you’re even done reading the paragraph you’re on? Yeaaaaaa, I had that constant battle while reading @runawaymarbles’ fic. Not only that but it’s very fast paced and high octane. There’s so much action and plot and I wanted to gobble it up faster than my eyes could read. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS FIC.
A big shoutout to @boredonatuesdaynight for helping me plan everything in this fic! They helped out with a lot of research and finding pictures. It felt like we were planning a real wedding! Thank you so much!
You groaned. Who knew trying to pick flowers for your wedding would be so impossible.
It probably wouldn’t be as bad if your fiance would make up his fucking mind. Everyone always told you that the guy you married wouldn’t care, but they were wrong.
Lafayette cared about EVERYTHING.
Down to the last detail, he wanted it to be perfect. He even wanted to go dress shopping with you, but you refused.
“Well then what do you want?” you asked exasperated.
He thought for a moment, then glanced at some light blue flowers off in the corner.
You glanced at the flowers he was pointing at. They were beautiful.
“Very pretty. Any particular reason you choose those?”
He nodded and smiled, picking up the sample bouquet and handing it to you.
“It’s the national flower of France!” he told you gleefully.
You rolled your eyes. Why were you not surprised.
“Alright. Let’s go with it.”
You slammed your head on the table.
“Dammit Lafayette work with me.”
He glanced over at some of the other choices on a menu.
“What about beef fillet?” he asked you.
“Is that France’s national dish then?”
“No. I just really like beef fillet.”
“No cake then.”
“No! We have to have a cake,” Lafayette protested.
“But we already have macarons!” you replied. “Why do we need a cake?”
“So that we can cut into it together. It’s tradition!”
You sighed. He was right.
“Well then what flavor are we going to get? You need to make up your mind already babe.”
Go read @bossard‘s epic longfic The Sunlight Girl. Just do it, ok. Please join me and others in managing our boatloads of feelings.
Martin is best OC. I will accept no arguments. Help me before I draw him again. >.< SERIOUSLY omfg I’ve become a Martin fangirl and I’m gonna miss him when he’s gone. :’) I am gonna scour the manga and anime and seek him out just to keep the faith alive.
I know with your soulmate au question it was meant to be serious but now all I can think of is an aggressive concealer war between people with different skin tones
this is actually exactly the kind of thing i was thinking about
like, while covering up person A’s concealer on their own face, person B spreads it too far so it appears on the edges of person A’s face. so person A retaliates. as does person B. for a while, they just wear concealer from their hairline to their collar.
and then it gets ridiculous. they go out of their way to put concealer on places the other won’t notice so one of A’s friend’s is like “uh why is there a pale spot on the back of your neck” and A just goes “god DAMMIT”
one time, person A intentionally wakes up super early and just. fuckign coats themselves in concealer. person B just has to spend the day looking like they had a spray-tan mishap.
both of them loose hundreds of dollars to the makeup industry. it’s amazing.