man child you are growing so quickly

Having your first child with Tom Holland:
  • Tom being really nervous when he found out, but he was overjoyed at the thought of being a dad
  • Coming up with names for the baby, even before you both knew the gender
  • “If she’s a girl, I like Phoebe, but if he’s a boy I vote Peter”
  • “Of course you do”
  • He’d love to lay next to you and talk to your growing stomach, sometimes he’d even plant kisses on it
  • Taking a bunch of photos because he wants to show his baby them one day
  • Both being ecstatic for ultra sounds and Tom and you both get emotional (Lots and lots of tears)
  • “She kicked again Tom!”
  • Tom rubbing your feet whenever you complain about them being sore
  • Showing his parents the ultrasound photos over and over, he’s just really proud
  • “I can’t wait to make our child wear little Spider-Man Suits”
  • “For gods sake Tom”
  • Both of you having your moments where you worry you won’t be good parents but quickly reassuring each other
  • Sometimes you’ll fall asleep while watching a movie with Tom and you’ll wake up and out of habit he’ll just be rubbing your bump
  • “Hopefully she gets your accent”
  • Having your little girl was most likely your proudest moment. Tom held your hand through the whole thing and was so supportive
  • Him being an overprotective dad, you found it adorable
  • He convinced you to buy her mini Spider-Man suits, the fans went crazy over it
  • Your daughter growing up to be such a daddy’s girl
Part Two: Just Go With it. (Swap Meat S05E12)

Episode Summary: A teenage nerd conjures and body switching spell and changes bodies with Sam. But it’s more than just a bad version of “Freaky Friday” for you and the boys when you find out the purpose behind all of it.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 3,903.

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One and the Same (A Solangelo Fantasy AU)

You should all know that I’m writing this as I go, so I don’t yet know what the climax of the plot will be, but it’s definitely going somewhere. This one will have development. Also POV will switch per chapter unless otherwise stated. 

Chapter 1: Food Source

Just a few more hours. Just a few more, I can make it a few more hours.

Nico’s throat was dry, drier than it had ever been since the night he was Turned. He clenched his hand into a fist, the skin pulled taut over his knuckles. He bit down drawing blood without meaning to. He grimaced and pulled his hand away. The pinprick healed instantly, closing itself up. Nico ran a tongue over his mouth checking his teeth. They were normal.

His vision shifted from regular sight to colorful, seeking the warmth of blood, and he shut his eyes. If anyone saw the way they changed, he’d be done for. They’d never let him return to school. He swallowed, a human habit he still couldn’t get rid of, but did nothing to fix the sandpaper texture of his throat. He craved the warmth of velvet colored blood, the sweet metallic taste of it.

A pounding began in his ears. Several poundings. The heartbeats of the classmates around him. There was one that stood out, stronger, faster. Nico glanced around, keeping his head low, his vision changing into red, yellow, blue, and green colors. There it was. The one person with a better heartbeat than the rest.

Nico’s eyes returned to normal- as normal as they got after he became what he was- and he looked at his prey. A teen boy with golden skin, bright blue eyes, and messy blond hair. He was in shorts and a loose shirt, but Nico could see the muscles in his arms and the rise and fall of his chest.

“Nico, perhaps you’d like to explain to us what the significance of the Federalist papers are?” said his teacher, slamming a hand down on his desk. Nico jumped and felt his fangs elongate, preparing for an attack and possibly food. He gulped and forced them back to normal.

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Sherlock x Child Reader ~ Wanted

A/N: So here is the fourth installment of the Sherlock x Child Reader series, and I hope you’ll enjoy it. I planned on posting this Valentine’s day, but I’m not that cruel.

Summary: When the young readers parents finally decide to show up, they drop a bombshell that leaves everyone surprised. 

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Typically when a child discovers that their parents are expecting another child, they feel this sense of utter surprise as well as glee. They imagine all the games that they will play with their younger sibling, the things they will teach them, and can picture themselves as the best older sibling. 


But in the case of eight year old (Y/N) Hudson, this only brought the initial sense of dread. Because now with the news that her Mother was expecting a boy, she knew that this signified the very end of her importance. 


From the moment she was able to discern things for herself, she knew that her very birth was not wanted in the least. Her Mother obviously carried no maternal love for the child that she had given birth too. While her Father, was a very easily manipulated man and his wife had certainly taken it to her advantage. 


Now, with the upcoming birth of her younger brother, her parents had no need for (Y/N). Despite how intelligent she was, how obedient, kind, and all around fantastic child (Y/N) was; she just wasn’t wanted by them. 


So this is how it came to Mrs. Hudson, (Y/N), Sherlock (for moral support, well at least for (Y/N)), and (Y/N)’s parents to all be seated to discuss the her future. 


With a quick glance, Sherlock deduced several things about (Y/N)’s mother. Manipulative, power hungry, held a large disdain for her daughter, disowned by her parents, and house wife.


Whereas her Father was an entirely different story. Hard working, generous, trusts people easily, held large affection for his daughter, easily manipulated, and was willing to do anything for his wife. 


A thick silence settled in the room, with only the occasional clink of a tea cup being set down. (Y/N) not once looked up from her cup of tea, her hand shaking in both fear of her upcoming fate and anger at the decision that was bound to be made. 


Finally (Y/N)’s mother spoke in her nasally voice, 


“I will be straightforward with you. We don’t want (Y/N) anymore and wish for you to take custody of her, Mother.” 


The look of surprise was quite evident on Ms. Hudson’s face, as she looked to her son in confirmation of what her daughter-in-law had just said. Her son could only look away in shame rather than face both his mother and daughter’s gaze.


Sherlock’s gaze hardened considerably as he looked at the rather weak willed man, and his eyes darted to the small figure of (Y/N). Her birth was her only crime, and for her to truly believe that angered him to no end.


In his anger, Sherlock quickly stood up and knocked his chair down in the process, effectively startling those around him. The pure disgust and anger radiated off of him in waves. 


“Tell me Mr. Hudson, how is it that you can so easily give up the child that you watched grow over the years, simply because your wife told you to? A child that loves you unconditionally without asking for anything in return” Sherlock said as his gaze turned to (Y/N)’s mother. 


“And how is it that you can have your child in the womb for 9 months, and have absolutely no affection for her? When all she has ever done, is try her best to make you proud and not be a bother to either you or your husband” he asked with utter rage in his voice. 


(Y/N)’s mother quickly stood up angrily and shouted, “Who do you think you are getting into our business? As far as I am concerned, I have the right to getting you kicked out of here.”


“Well I am getting involved, because I first and foremost care about (Y/N) and very much care about her future. Unlike the supposed mother of the child, who seems to not care at all!” he retorted.


She bristled, and quickly picked up both her coat and purse.

“Let’s go Charles, we don’t have to sit here and listen to this man. Have a good day!” 


(Y/N)’s father meekly followed behind his wife, muttering an apology to his mother, and placed a fleeting kiss on his daughter’s forehead. They watched them make their way out the door, but Sherlock decided to make one final remark. 


“Don’t forget to tell the real father of your child, that you’re expecting his child!” he called out. 


No sooner did the door shut close, did the sounds of arguing begin to reach their ears. This initiated a small bout of giggles from (Y/N), who gave Sherlock a beaming smile. 


“Thank you Sherlock! You really didn’t have to do that” she said as she got up from her seat and gave him a small hug. 


“Of course I did, otherwise what kind of fiance would I be?” he said good-naturedly.  

Day Five

Summary: Phil is enjoying a relaxing day at home when the door knock. On the other side of the door is a little girl selling popcorn with her very attractive dad. A little girl who isn’t above a little quid pro quo when it comes to selling her popcorn.

Words: 1.7K

Warnings: Dan has a kid so if you can’t handle adorable Parent!Phan then be warned.

Author’s note: Ehehehe, I like this one a lot?? I got the prompt from one of the many OTP prompt blogs, but I can’t for the life of me find the post. And I know this one isn’t suuuper holiday/winter themed. It was supposed to but it got away from me. 

Anyway prompts are still wiiiiiiiide open (you can prompt me here) and also I’m moving my posting time up for today because reasons.


Phil enjoyed the holidays. He loved the lights and the music and the general Christmas cheer. One thing he didn’t like about the holidays was the fact that he lived right smack dab in the middle of a primary school district. Generally it was fine since the kids were all remarkably well behaved and generally minded their manners, and Halloween was always fun because there were plenty of kids that dressed up and came to his door begging for candy. Yes, generally living in and amongst families with children was fine, but at the holidays there seemed to be an endless supply of fundraisers for one thing or another. One week it was chocolate, the next week catalogues, the next citrus, the next magazine subscriptions. This week it just so happened to be popcorn, and while he was indeed an avid lover of popcorn, he refused to buy this stuff seeing how every time he did the popcorn was always stale and sad by the time he got it. However, one fateful Christmas changes all that and he suddenly found himself buying fundraiser popcorn every year for the next several years.

The story began much like Phil’d every other Wednesday afternoon during the holidays. He’d spent the day before filming and editing and answering emails and all that good jazz and he was rewarding himself with a lazy day. He was dressed in his warmest PJs to keep the chill down and he was binge watching his newest favorite anime with his fourth cup of coffee and Thor curled up next to him. Unfortunately, he was snatched from his relaxation by a brisk knock at the door followed by a doorbell chime. He groaned when he realized it was just past four - prime fundraising time - and looked down at himself. He most certainly wasn’t dressed to impress by any means, but he figured his Star Wars PJs and t-shirt were enough to keep him out of jail and any child out of therapy, so he answered the door, ready to politely decline whatever it was they were selling, but offering a donation.

However, standing on the other side of the door wasn’t a child, but instead probably the most attractive man Phil had seen in real life in a very long time. He suddenly and very desperately wished he’d had another productive day where he got dressed and styled his hair and put in his contacts. That or just refused to open the door. “Oh, um, uh, hi?” he stammered, cursing his pale cheeks for revealing his humiliation so spectacularly.

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GHOST CALUM [PART 5]

Warning: this imagine mentions a one brief sentence of suicide, which may be triggering for some, please if it bothers you do not read!!!

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It was finally Halloween, and like every year, you were saddened by the thought. today although was filled with laughing children going from house to house asking for candy in their costumes, it was the day that Calum would leave like he always does.

Except this time was different because according to Calum, today would also be the last year you would ever see him. You were still trying to wrap your mind around the thought that Calum had been a ghost for 427 years, looking for his soulmate, keeping his promise to find her in the afterlife, and it just so happened that his soulmate was you. You were alive, and he was ghost, you barely realized that you did in fact love Calum, but now that would be taken from you.

He told you that he could feel something tugging his soul, something pulling him away from you, something that he didn’t know what it was, but now the tugging was stronger than ever, so strong that he felt that maybe he wouldn’t be able to resist it  long enough to see you for another year.

You just couldn’t process that either, it was unfair, it was unfair that the person that you knew was your soulmate was going to be taken from you; your best friend that you looked forward to seeing each year would be gone as well. You just couldn’t accept that, you couldn’t accept that the one person you wanted wouldn’t be in your life anymore.

“(Y/N), you should be out there with your friends”, Calum said noticing that you were invited out for Halloween, yet you refused to go to any.

“No, I refuse to spend our last day with anyone but you”, you said approaching your bed as Calum sat near your desk.

Calum looked at you, his face hurt at you mention his last day, he himself didn’t know what would happen after today, and it scared him. He was already dead, where else would he end up going, he heard that ghost’s leave when they find their peace, but where do they leave, or do they cease to exist?

But Calum knew that it was something bound to happen, he accepted the fact that one day he might not be in your life, leaving him to make your own life, but he couldn’t think of him not watching over you.

“But you have to learn to be without me (Y/N), I mean it’s going to happen”, he said not sounding happen either.

“But I don’t want to learn Calum, I want you here with me”, you said looking down, not wanting him to see how broken you were.

Silence filled the room as you both let the thought sink in. you heard Calum sigh as he walked towards you. He crouched down in front of you. His cold hand gently touched your skin, making you shiver, he caressed it tenderly treating you like a fine piece of glass, and even if his hands were as cold as ice, you could still feel your face heat up with a blush. His hand lifted your face, making you look up at him, his eyes were as sad as yours, his brown eyes having less shine than usual, he looked like he wanted to cry, but so did you.

Calum leaned his forehead against yours, letting your body heat mix with his coldness. In this small moment you were both imprinting the memory into your minds, you burned this memory into your mind. Remembering the way that Calum’s cold face was shaped, the way the lines of his face were so strong, the way his hands felt against your face, calloused yet soft, you were basically trying to remember everything about him, because this would be the last day that you would see him.

The very thought was making your vision clouded with tears that you didn’t even know were there. Why was it that someone so amazing, was going to be taken from you, why? It just didn’t seem fair to you. Calum’s cold fingers gently wiped your tears, as he pressed his lips against yours. The coldness from his lips seeping onto your warm lips, making them tingle, with the contrast of the temperature. Each kiss did feel like déjà vu, reminding you of some past where you would kiss him like the way you were doing now.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him close to you. Your hands buried themselves on his hair, bringing him closer to deepen your kiss. His hands trailed down from cheeks, leaving a trail of ice that felt that it was burning the skin underneath, each movement making your body shiver with delight. His hands snaked around your waist, grabbing you firmly before he stood up, bringing you up with him, before he sat down, and letting you straddle his lap, as his lips continued to kiss yours.

Calum broke the kiss, leaning his head against yours, letting his cold breath fan your face.

“I will always love you (Y/N), no matter what happens to me”, he whispered to you.

“Calum, don’t say that, please there has to be a way for you to stay here… with me”, you said hoping that you wouldn’t start crying again.

“I would like that (Y/N), but this was going to happen one day, I just didn’t think it would happen like this”, he admitted.

“You knew that you were going to leave me?” you asked.

“No… I promised that I would never leave you, but one day I knew that you were going to leave me, but I hoped that I would still be around, keeping an eye on you, making sure that you were safe”, he said placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“why would I ever leave you Calum, I love you”, you said holding his face in your hands, making him look into your eyes so that he would know that you weren’t lying, that you truly did love him, and nothing would ever make you think otherwise.

“Because you have a life to live”, he said flatly, “you’re alive, you’re going to get older, and I’m going to stay the same age. I can’t give you a life that you want (Y/N), I can’t take you out on dates, I can’t marry you, I can’t even give you a family, I can’t do anything normal. And I don’t want to be the reason that you deny yourself any of those things. I knew that one day I would have to let you go, let you live your life, find someone who will love you as much as I can, and let you spend your life with them, but I hoped I would still be around, but I guess not”, he said with a saddened tone.

You couldn’t imagine a life without Calum, you really couldn’t. Calum had been a part of your life, he was the big brother that you never had as a child, he your best friend growing up, and now he was the man that you had fallen in love with, in some way Calum shaped you to who you are, he taught you to value time, since your time was so limited with him, so you made every second count, since you realized that a day passed by really quickly, and so did a month. You honest couldn’t see Calum not be in your future.

But now that he wasn’t going to be a part of it, what where you to do?

“What if I join you?” you whispered.

“What do you mean?” he asked not sure where you were going with this.

“What if I became like you, then we wouldn’t be apart, and spend an eternity together, I could…”

“Don’t you even dare think that (Y/N)?!” he said raising his voice, mad that you would even consider such a ludicrous thought. “I don’t want you to become like me, I don’t want to be a reason that you end your life. Do you know how much pain that would cause everyone, I can’t be a reason for you to stop living”, he said his eyes looking straight into yours.

“But”

“no buts, I want you to live your life (Y/N), I want you to live the life that we were both robbed centuries ago, I might not have gotten a second chance in life like you did, but I’m not going to let you throw it away for me. Besides what if you don’t end up where I’m going, I don’t even know where I’m going after this, and if you do become a ghost, you would hate it, being surrounded by people every day, but no one paying attention to you, watching everyone around you grow older, seeing them grow from children to happy people with their new families, and you can’t do the same, you would feel so alone in a place so full of people, especially since I know I won’t be there. Just promise me you won’t do that, please don’t, (Y/N), you have so much to live for trust me”, he said kissing your lips.

“But you won’t be there”, you said still being stubborn at that thought.

“I know but that still isn’t enough of a reason, nothing should be a reason for you to do consider it”, he said reaching for your hands, interlacing his fingers with yours, letting your fire meet his ice.

You looked up at the clock, two hours till midnight, two hours before you would lose him to some unknown thing. You felt your chest tighten, but you weren’t going to spend your last hour just crying, you would do that after, right now you just want to see him smile, wanting to burn the image of his smile into your memory.

“What is your favorite memory of us?” you asked him trying to make his last moment filled with happy fond memories.

“In this life or our previous one?” he said tilting his head to the side.

“Both”, you answered.

“Well in our past life, we both were one day playing in the fields; I think we were like eight or ten. We were just playing, till we both got tired, and sat down in a field of flowers. You were trying to make a flower crown, but you just couldn’t get it right, it kept falling apart. You grew frustrated, and since my sister had taught me to make them, I made one for you. You were so jealous of me and teasing me that I was a girl, but I just smiled and continued making the flower crown. When I was finally finished I placed it on your head, and you just smiled so widely, and hugged me. I felt so happy, I think that’s the moment I realized that I loved you because then I reached down for a few more flowers and stems, and made you a flower ring, and I asked if you would marry me”, he said with a smile.

“What did I say?” you said with your own smile.

“you said no”, he said letting out a laugh, another thing for you to burn into your memory, “you said that we were too young to get married, that only adults can get married, and you didn’t want my cooties”, he said tickling your sides, “but you still kept the ring” he said with a smile.

“How about you tell me more stories of our old life”, you said wanting to know how in another life, you had actually grew up with Calum.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yes, I want to know more” you said as you lay down on your bed, patting the space next to you so he could rest beside you.

He smiled, climbing onto your bed. He laid right next to you, smiling as you snuggled into him, he placed his arm around your shoulders holding you close, telling you days of you and him spending days out in the fields just playing, the small dates you and him went on, so much that if felt like a fairy tale that you heard as a child.

He finished telling another story and looked at the time, two minutes till midnight. You felt you heart pang at knowing it was almost time to let him go. Calum looked at the time, seeing he force a smile, at look at you as he let out a sigh at knowing that he was leaving.

You both stood up, as he quickly brought you to a hug. Your body instantly felt cold, but for some reason it wasn’t as cold as other times, for some reason it felt warmer, or maybe you just didn’t care at all, or maybe your body was already used to the cold seeing as you cuddled with him for the last hour. His arms tightened around you, almost as if he was also burning the memory into his mind, taking the memory of the way your body felt against his to where ever he was going. Your arms wrapped around him, holding him tight, hoping that your hug would be enough for him to stay.

“I’m going to miss you Calum”, you whispered into his shirt.

“I’m going to miss you too (Y/N)”, he said as he kissed the top of your head.

You looked up at Calum as he leaned down to press a kiss onto you, his lips not as cold as before either. This one kiss was so innocent, his lips just pressing against yours, letting you remember the shape of his lips and how soft they felt against yours, the way that they were so full and gentle.

You both parted knowing you had less than a minute left, wanting to see him one last time before he vanished.

“Promise me that you will live your life, for the both of us… enjoy it please”, he said with pained smile.

“I promise”, you said to him with smile even if you starting to tear up.

“Promise me that you will be happy”, he said with his own tears running down his face.

“I promise to try”, you said with a smile.

You looked down, seeing his feet starting to disappear. It was finally midnight, October was over, meaning you wouldn’t be able to see him anymore, and you wouldn’t be able to see him ever, since he was leaving for good. He looked down knowing that his time with you was up, he smiled, because despite of how heartbreaking this moment was, he was still grateful. He was grateful because at least he finally found you after searching for you for centuries, that at least he spent his last years watching over you and taking care of you like he promised you he would. Grateful that the love of his life, still loved him even in this life, he couldn’t be sad because of that.

“I love you Calum Hood”, you said kissing his lips seeing as how most of his body was nearly gone or transparent.

His kiss lingered for a moment before he pulled away, his face almost transparent.

“I love you too (Y/N)”, he said as his face disappeared from your view.

Calum Hood was gone.

You finally broke out into tears, your knees no longer holding your weight as you fell in crushing sadness. You remembered that as a child you would watch movies of princesses finding their true love, and deep down you wanted the same, you wanted your happily ever after. And your happily ever after, was with Calum, but he was gone, you felt robbed.

You promised Calum you would live your life and be happy, and you would do just that, but right now that just seemed so difficult to do, right now that seemed like the highest mountain to exist and you wondered how you would even get to the top of it. It was almost ironic, Calum told you that you made him promise you things, and now Calum made you promise. It was funny how the roles have switched, but that still wouldn’t bring him back.

Not knowing what else do to, you climbed into bed, still feeling the cold spot of where Calum was lying on your bed, as you cried yourself to sleep.

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Calum knew that he had to give in, there was no point in resisting it any longer, and he felt the tugging of his soul guiding him somewhere he didn’t know. The empty abyss pulling him to who knows where, but unlike other times he went with the flow. He wondered what was beyond this, where do ghosts go after all of this. He was going to find out.

But something about this dark abyss was changing, the darkness that he was in was getting brighter, the area that was once black where now shades of grey that were slowly turning into shades of white. This was new…

But what surprised Calum most of all was he himself felt warm… warmer than usual as well as feeling a weight on his chest that was completely unknown to him.

What was happening to him?

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WELL THAT WAS PART 5, HOPEFULLY IT WASN’T TOO BAD PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.

THERE WILL BE A PART 6, WHICH WILL BE THE LAST PART OF THE GHOST Calum SERIES, I WILL HONESTLY TRY TO HAVE IT UP AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.

Honestly not going to lie, I actually felt a little sad writing this, like usually I don’t feel sad when I write sad things, since I used to do it so often, but this time I’m like, wow I actually feel my heart breaking.

Idk I think that weird, is it weird?

SO WHAT DO YOU ALL THINK, I REALLY WANT TO HEAR YOUR OPINIONS ON IT, IS IT GOOD OR NAH… 

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Sarah’s Development + Beth’s Privacy

Sarah begins her journey with virtually no respect for Beth’s private life, though given that initially, she has no idea who Beth is and how they may be connected, several factors could be argued to trump personal boundaries. Sarah’s curiosity at this potential link to her past, one that she knows very little about, is something that could have come into play, if we are to assume that Sarah typically would have more respect for Beth’s privacy. However, she delves deeper into the labyrinth, and curiosity about her past can no longer really be considered a catalyst for her actions.

Sarah’s main character development is very often linked to her genetic identicals who are alive, most particularly the difference between season one, when she says “Every freak for herself,” and “She’s not my sister,” to season two where she says, “My sister is dying.” There are other developments, such as the shift from leaving Kira with Siobhan for ten months to “I don’t do run,” or her initial insistence of ignoring her clone-age to her confronting Ethan about his consequences, but by and large, the most notable change in Sarah is her connection to her clones. 

This scene in particular is one that I feel is glossed over when discussing Sarah’s character development, as it is one of the very first moments we see a shift in who Sarah is and how she interacts with the world she has been thrust into. Felix reaches for the letters Beth was writing to Paul, and she immediately stops him, saying that they are private, when only a few episodes prior, she had stolen Beth’s purse, conned her bank and stolen tens of thousands of dollars, and slept with Beth’s boyfriend. 

This scene is only after Sarah finds out that she was subjected to medical tests in her sleep, that Beth had been subjected to these same tests for years more than likely, and that invasion of her own privacy - of her physical autonomy - puts things in perspective. What little of Beth’s life has been kept private Sarah now feels the need to protect. 

Beth was the first clone to inspire Sarah’s protective instincts. 

The following episode, 1x06, is when Sarah defends Alison while Donnie is tied up in the craft room. ”Hey! You watch your tone! Your wife is the rock of this family. You will no longer speak down to her. Am I clear?” Her protective instincts begin to kick in with Cosima as well, when she specifically tells her to stay away from Delphine, in an attempt to keep her safe. In 1x07, she scolds Cosima again, for going to the Neolution lecture, saying, “You’re going to end up strapped to a gurney, with doctors giving you the probe.” 

As obvious as it is that Beth is the catalyst for the entirety of the show’s plot line, sparking Sarah’s story by being on the train platform, her influence goes much deeper. By slipping into Beth’s life, Sarah grows much more quickly than if she were brought into the fold as herself, as the “low life grifter.” If you consider her as a person, more so than a character, her development would have been stunted, if she grew at all. Beth is the catalyst for Alison’s weaponry, for Cosima’s research, for Katja’s journey, and most importantly perhaps, to tie everyone together, for Sarah’s introduction and the very beginning of her character development.