prossy

Rules: Answer the questions - not restricted to one fandom. Tag as many people as you’d like afterwards.

First ever fandom? Harry Potter

First ever ship? Hameron from House 

First death that made you cry/upset? Sirius Black! I cried so hard when he died also at Dumbledore’s and Snape’s

OTP? I have so much OTP’s LOL. Ironwidow, Caryl, Hameron, Prossi, ClairexFrank from House of Cards

NOTP? Moreid and Ralvez. These two ships really bugging me 

Least favourite fictional character? Lucius Malfoy

5 favourite female fictional characters?

  • Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)
  • Allison Cameron (House)
  • Carol Peletier (The Walking Dead)
  • Natasha Romanoff (Marvel)
  • Claire Underwood (House of Cards)

5 favourite male fictional characters?

  • David Rossi (Criminal Minds)
  • Gregory House (House)
  • Negan (The Walking Dead)
  • Rick Grimes (The Walking Dead)
  • Tony Stark (Marvel)

5 favourite actors/actresses?

  • Paget Brewster
  • Jennifer Morrison
  • Jeffrey Dean Morgan
  • Melissa McBride
  • Robert Downey Jr

6 favourite characters who died/left the show?

  • Hershel Green (The Walking Dead)
  • Beth Green (The Walking Dead)
  • Elle Greenaway (Criminal Minds)
  • Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)
  • Allison Cameron (House MD)
  • Walter Bishop (Fringe) - he didn’t die but he got erased from the time so i guess that counts-

3 favourite characters from shows you stopped watching?

  • Emma Swan (OUAT)
  • Belle (OUAT)
  • Meredith Grey (Grey’s Anatomy)

3 favourite characters from shows that have ended?

  • Whole Friends cast. I love them so much!
  • Walter Bishop (Fringe)
  • Stella Gibson (The Fall)

2 favourite shows you started in the last year?

  • Stranger Things
  • Twin Peaks

Favourite TV Show: Criminal Minds (with The Walking Dead and House of Cards)

TV Show you want to watch: The X-Files, Breking Bad, Penny Dreadful



And I tag @writing-journeyx, @wrecklessimagine, @justalonelyfangiirl, @lady-may-driu, @redshoestinhouses, @ladyoftheseventhsky, @gillianandersons

Why I Need Men To Chill The Fuck Out With Street Harassment.

Riding my bike to work, late at night these boys I passed said something stupid. So I said “screw off” 

and one of them said “OH DAMN! THAT’S A GIRL! HONEY YOU SHOULD BE NICER! How you know I wasn’t trying to get with it.” 

I stopped, turned around and rode back to them. They got excited, started grabbing their crotch and shit. (why do men do that? are they making sure it’s still there??)

And I said. “First of all, never gonna happen. Second of all, your walking somewhere after 9 pm. I’m going to assume your life prospects aren’t that great. And LAST of all, women in general don’t exactly ENJOY being cat called. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to work.”

As I rode off all I could hear was one saying to the other “Bruh. Bruh, that was sick.”

—–

One hot summer day I decided that since it was so hot I was gonna wear a spaghetti strap shirt under my work shirt so I could be a little cooler on the way home.

I wasn’t even a block from work at this grizzly old man was watching me, and whistled. 

BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE!!

Not a even a block later I turned a corner and saw a car turn the same corner …. weirdly close to me. So, because I know people are jackasses, I pulled off to the side to let this asshole through. (Because I ain’t up for the whole “My obit is gonna be ‘Got Splattered By Asshole Driver’ shit.)

I’m on the curb, riding, frustrated, and this asshole stops his car and ASKS ME IF I WANT A RIDE.

I stop, level my best death glare and said. “No, I’m fine thanks.” And rode off. (It should be noted I took several detours and had 911 up on my celly in case he tried to fucking FOLLOW ME.)

Like, prossies don’t advertise via riding bicycles through residential areas. The shirt wasn’t even that revealing. AND FUCK YOU ALL IT WAS HOT OUTSIDE! JEEBUS!

One foggy morning I was walking home and saw a guy on the sidewalk down the way, and decided that I wanted to avoid him, so I crossed the street.

HE FOLLOWED ME! ALMOST RAN INTO ME, and said “foggy huh” so close to be he almost got an elbow to the center of his chest. I was practically sprinting away, dialling 911, and was ready to press send the moment he touched me. (Cause I’m not HIP to being a corpse that they find in the ditch after the fog lifts.)  When suddenly a car pulled a U turn so sharp it was almost a V turn.

My co-worker apparently saw him make a beeline from the intersection and said “oh HELL no.” and decided to save my ass from creepy mccreeperson.

—-

So yes, men of the world, yall need to chill the fuck out with the street harassment. 

They Just Need a Minute

Ten/Rose, Mickey Smith

“You’ve got to be kidding if you think we can both fit in there.”

Read on ao3 or ff.net


“Oh, hell no. No way.”

“Will you just get in here already and quit your whining.”

“You’ve got to be kidding if you think we can both fit in there.” Mickey protested. “It’s barely big enough for you.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes. “Well, it’s either that or you can take your chances with the armed guards.”

Tossing a glance over his shoulder at the sound of approaching footsteps, Mickey pulled a face and then stepped inside the small linen closet. “Told you we should have jus’ waited for Rose to get us out instead of stagin’ a prison break.” he grumbled as he pulled the door shut behind him.

“Yeah, well she seemed to be a bit busy with his royal pompousness.” The Doctor replied bitterly. “They’ve been practically joined at the hip all evening.”

“Oh ho, is that what this was all about? You’re jealous?”

“Time Lords do not get jealous.” The Doctor huffed. “I’m just… concerned for her well-being.”

“Right.” Mickey drawled. “Pull the other one while you’re at it. Well I tell you what, maybe instead of usin’ me as some sort a’ buffer and chasin’ after French prossies in order to distract yourself, you should just tell Rose how you feel about her and then I won’t end up gettin’ arrested ‘cause I happen to be standin’ beside you when you go and get all mouthy with some Prince for showin’ her a bit of attention.”

“Can you just be quiet?” The Doctor said irritably. “I’m trying to come up with a plan to get us out of here.”

“Well don’t think too hard you might hurt yourself.” Mickey goaded.

“Just stay on your side.”

“What side? There are no sides in here.”

“Ow! That was my foot.”

“Yeah, well you elbowed me in the stomach.”

“Move your arm.”

“You move your arm.”

“Quit pushing!”

“I’m not pushing!”

So wrapped up in their bickering, neither man noticed the door being opened until a stream of light hit their faces and they heard someone clear their throat. At the sight of Rose standing there with her arms crossed and a slight smirk playing over her features, the argument ceased abruptly and a sheepish look passed over both men’s faces as they froze in their current positions.

The Doctor had Mickey’s head firmly pinned to the wall with one hand and Mickey in turn had his hand pressed up against the Doctor’s jaw in an attempt to push him away while both of their free hands were gripping the wrist of the other’s offending limb.

“M’ sorry, did you two want to be alone?” Rose grinned, tongue in teeth.

Shrugging out from under The Doctor’s grip, Mickey quickly clambered out of the enclosed space and smoothed out his clothing. “We were hidin’ from the guards.” he said by way of explanation.

“Well, you might want to be a little quieter next time so as not to give away your position. I could hear the two of you arguin’ and the sound of the door rattlin’ all the way down the hall.” Rose laughed. “Anyway, you don’t have to worry about the guards anymore. I managed to convince the Prince to drop the charges against both of you.”

“Oh thank god.” Mickey let out a breath of relief as he scooped her into a hug. “You’re the best babe.”

“And what exactly did you promise his Royal pompous arse in return for our freedom?” The Doctor’s tone was icy. “Another dance? A trip perhaps?”  

Rose pulled away from Mickey to look back at The Doctor who was still standing in the closet with his arms crossed and a petulant scowl on his face and her smile quickly dissolved into a frown. “What are you tryin’ to say?” she asked irritably, placing her hands on her hips.

“I think you know exactly what I’m trying to say.” he bit out. “You and your pretty boys.”

“You’re one to talk.” she shot back.

“Alright that’s it; I’ve had it with you two.”

“Mickey what are you doin’?” Rose sputtered as he grabbed hold of her arm and shoved her into the cupboard with The Doctor, closing the door behind her and leaning up against it as the banging started.

“The two of you have been at each other non-stop for over a week. So you’re both gonna stay in there until you make up and I’m not lettin’ you out till you do.”

“Excuse me,” Mickey turned his head to see one of the servants standing in front of him, holding a stack of towels with a look of bewilderment on her face as she stared at the linen closet. “Is there someone in there?”

“Yeah, they’re havin’ a bit of a couple’s row.” he replied with a nonchalant wave of his hand. “They just need a minute.”

Realizing the muffled shouts and banging had ceased while he had been talking, he grinned smugly. “See, told ya.” Turning around Mickey pressed his ear to the door and listened intently but was unable to hear anything. Curious, he pulled the door open a fraction and then quickly shut it again a look of mild astonishment coloring his features.

“On second thought,” he smiled awkwardly stepping away from the door and reaching out for the towels in the woman’s hand. “Maybe I should just take those.”

OMG, you guys. HARLEQUIN GOT BACK TO ME.

It took about four and half months and it wasn’t a yes BUT IT WASN’T A NO EITHER.

They actually said they like my voice and my story as a lot of potential, but it needs some editing. They gave me some suggestions that they acknowledged might take the story in a different direction than what I have now, but if I would consider a rewrite, THEY DEFINITELY WANT ME TO RESUBMIT and they gave me a name of a person to attention it to.

The main issue they had was they think I have too many side characters that are pulling the focus from my hero and heroine. I wanted to mention you specifically, @kelkat9, as I know your story involves a large community of people so this may be something for you to think about. They also mentioned that a lot of the conflict keeping my main two apart comes from the influence of side characters rather than pulling from the two characters’ rich backstory.

So I think what I’m going to do is try to combine as many of my side characters as I can. Keeping the DW names in order for you to follow where I’m going with this, I’m going to only have Donna send Ten to Rose, instead of sending Jack and Ten for her to choose from. I’ll combine the Jack, Sarah-Jane, and Donna characters, making it just Donna, and give Jack’s juicier lines to Ten. It’ll cut down on characters and make Ten’s character more interesting. I’m also going to focus more on Ten’s background as a prossie as a method of conflict. I may also cut the River side story. This will all redirect some of the side conflict from other characters to the main characters.

OMG, I’m so excited! I could hardly sleep last night. I have a lot of work ahead of me.

You know what the most ironic part of the Bible is?

Jesus’s story is about segregation, oppression, discrimination, and doing what you know is right in the face of adversity. Dude had the Roman’s after his ass from the moment he was born practically, and yet he still did his best, made friends with 12 great guys, befriended prossies, the uneducated, the sick, the mentally deficient, the physically handicapped, the rich and the poor. He did it ALL knowing full well how his story was going to end. Even after begging his Father to “take this cup from me”, he didn’t just poof and say “see ya bitches”. He stayed. And he died.

There’s nothing ironic about that.

The irony lies in that the way we depict Jesus Christ is probably the visage of a Roman Emperor. 

Jesus Christ was from Israel. He probably looked more like Sayid from Lost than Sam Winchester from Supernatural.

The biggest irony of all is that the face we hold up as Jesus is probably one of the same that condemned him.

If that isn’t ironic, I don’t know what the fuck is.