remember every black day i ever stopped you

All Too Well | Pt. 5

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Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,434


You wish that your natural inclination toward Yoongi’s gestures, thoughts, and emotions was something you could flick off like a light switch. You wish you could turn off certain memories and knowledge, how you could tell and understand so readily about what Yoongi was thinking about.

The boy use to always be a stellar liar, able to cover up his emotions well in the form of a defense mechanism, but over the time you got to know him and date him and love him, you’ve always been unbelievably good at reading him. You understood better than most about how the air around him hung and what kind of emotions were always just brimming underneath the surface.

But you hate having that kind of knowledge now. You hate knowing that even after all this time, all this distance, after that heartbreak, Yoongi still cares. He cares so, so much, that desire swimming underneath the surface, he cares so much that the thought of you running off with Hoseok is enough to make his blood boil.

You never wished you could unlearn something more. You wish you could forget the way he looked at you that evening in Tokyo, telling you he didn’t care about you and he didn’t care about you and Hoseok when it was so glaringly obvious that he just cared too much.

That’s probably where things started to change between the two of you.

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anonymous asked:

I feeling pretty angsty and was wondering if you could do something along the lines of mccree or Hanoz (or both) reacting to finding out their past lover whom they presumed dead is actually alive? I hope this makes sense. Haha

Originally posted by lxnary

Jesse McCree

It had been a solid seven years since Jesse last saw you. After his return to base from visiting Kings Row he had found out you were resigned out of Blackwatch and placed into a small Overwatch watchpoint in Massachusetts.

Shortly before Zurich blew up there was a massive attack in that watchpoint and the base was eradicated from the map. Every body they had found was a charred and mangled mess, but they never found your body. The young cowboy was utterly bewildered at the news and left Blackwatch shortly after. With a broken heart and a recently lost arm, he began taking justice to his own hands for those in need.

Never in his lifetime would he expect to see your bright smile again. His initial rejoice with you was very explosive. He was in the mercy of a group of ex Deadlock members, however, you had come to his rescue by incinerating all of them. At first, Jesse was too shocked to move as he looked at you. Your once soft smile and kind gaze had turned to an angered glare and a relentless snarl. Scars tattered your face and body. Your right hand was replaced by a prosthetic that was programmed to act as a flamethrower.

Once your gaze caught Jesse, your eyes softened.

“Jesse? Is that you?” you asked. Those chocolate brown eyes of his could never be forgotten really.

In a mix of emotions, excitement and everything in between, Jesse rushed up to you and pulled you in a strong embrace.

“ y/n! my god, you’re alive, you’re alive! I can’t believe it!” He said, brushing your frizzy and messy hair back, “Still as gorgeous as ever sugar-pie…”

With a soft laugh you tapped his brand new hat. You remembered he used to have that small black hat. “And you’re as western as ever McCree…”

Originally posted by hanzoissated

Hanzo Shimada

As a young boy, you and Hanzo were both the eldest children. You were from a friendly, but lower class clan. It didn’t stop you hanging out with the young Hanzo.

You two would play every day. Until one day, you didn’t. An enemy clan had invaded your residency and it was assumed everyone from your clan was dead as the fires burned enough for the Shimada clan to be able to see the pyre that was the remains of your home.

When Hanzo met you once again, it was the fifth anniversary of Genji’s death. He had returned to his home to pay respects to his loss when he heard soft padding of feet from his side.

“Show yourself, assassin…” He beckoned.

He did not expect your small form to come into his view, “I knew you’d be here my friend.” you said as you carefully approached him, unmasking yourself from a shugoki mask you had donned on your face, “Long time no see Hanzo.”

The Japanese man was at a loss of words, his eyes tried to avert from your face, trying not to rudely stare at the left eye, which had a milky, dead hue to it.

“How… are you alive? Your clan was erased.” He stated, making you smile a little.

“It’s a long story Hanzo… How about we have a drink while we talk some things out?” You asked, knowing that you’d have to break through a lot of ice to rebuild this friendship.

Colours/ Soulmate Mark

A/N: another soulmate! series , requested by an anon for Mark ~ I tried being creative so i changed the way on how you meet your soulmate , as compared to haechan’s one so hope you don’t mind ! enjoy reading and thanks for requesting this because i’m a literal trash for mark too


Everything was black and white , and nothing seemed to change as you grew older . All you could see was the two different shades of colours , making everything seem so dull and boring to you.

“ Mummy … What does brown look like ? Daddy told me once my hair is brown in colour . Is it similar to black ? Or brighter ? ” you asked innocently to your mother , playing with the strands of hair which was resting on your shoulders .

“ Darling , it’s similar to black , only a bit lighter . Don’t worry , you’ll be able to see colours very soon .” your mother replied , patting your back . You smiled instantly and ran over to your toys to play .

You longed to see colours ever since you were little because your parents wouldn’t stop explaining every detail of the colours they saw to you.


Praying hard every night that one day you might just wake up and see everything around you come to life and have its own charecteristic and colour , you were just as excited to meet the one - your soulmate .

“ I swear this pair of black shoes doesn’t go well with my yellow dress ” you heard your friend shout across from her dressing room .

“ Yeah thanks for totally remembering that i cannot see colours and i can only imagine your black shoes because i have no idea what or how yellow looks like ” you shouted back to her in sarcasm , causing her to give you a guilty smile .

“ I swear if you stop being so salty over me meeting my soulmate one week ago , you’d be able to meet yours soon . I’ve got a feeling about this Y/N , trust me .” she said to you while showing a smug expression . As much as you wanted to slap her face , you didn’t because it was just the way she talked and you couldn’t help but smile at her because her feelings always seemed to be accurate .


You grabbed the bowl of chips beside you while you played the video on your laptop . Grabbing a few at once , you stuffed the whole bunch in your mouth as your eyes were glued to the screen.

“ Mark is the only one who hasn’t seen colour yet , and we all feel bad for him because he’s missing out on so much .

Smiling to yourself , you shook your head as you continued watching the interview of your favourite group . As lucky as you could get , he was your favourite member and he was the only one who was left in the group without a soulmate .At least your favourite idol was suffering like you too .

” Uhm .. Hello this is NCT’s Mark here , soulmate if you’re watching this please appear soon i really want to meet you , thank you and i love you i guess ? “

” Hyung you’re so disgusting , you’re saying i love you to someone you don’t even know our fans might get jealous you know .“

” Well .. I’m supposed to love my soulmate so … “

You laughed once again seeing Mark and Donghyuck bickering with each other , Taeyong at the side trying to stop them . You sighed as your thoughts took over your mind .

” One day Mark’s eventually going to meet his soulmate and i’d probably still be alone , how great life , how great .“


You shook your head and sighed as you squeezed through the big bunch of girls screaming and yelling . Gripping the album in your hands , you made your way to the queue . Although you were a big fan of them , you knew best not to lose your cool .

Finally , you got the chance to go to a fansign event with NCT and you had been waiting for this day as soon as you got the tickets .

Your heart pumped faster as you approached their table , Taeyong greeting you with a smile as he took the album from your hands and signed it .

“ Nice to meet you ! How long have you been a fan of us ? ” Yuta , who was sitting next to him asked, flashing you his famous big smile . “ Ever since you guys were part of SMRookies , i’m so happy to be able to meet all of you . ” you answered excitedly , stealing a glance at Mark who was greeting his fans .

“ I see someone’s favourite is Mark , you shouldn’t do this infront of me , ” Yuta teased you , pouting as he pretended to keep your album under the jacket he was wearing . You laughed together with him because he was known for his playful and honest personality . “ Alright , go to Mark and hope you have a great day ! ” he said to you , flashing his smile again .

You walked nervously over to Mark’s side . Slowly , you lifted up your head and looked at him .

“ Hello- ”

As soon as you both caught eye contact , everything around you seemed to stop . The dull and monochrome surrounding seemed to slowly come alive , different shades of unfamiliar colours appeared and you looked down to examine yourself - you could see colour in all the small little details of your body part .

Knowing that Mark was experiencing the same thing , he stood up abruptly and held your hands , staring straight into your eyes . “ Y-You’re seeing colours too right ? Like only just now ? When you saw me ? I’m not dreaming right ? ” You nodded your head in excitement , tears about to fall .

The group of fans heard the commotion and soon enough , they realised what was happening and cheered and screamed , leaving both you and Mark staring at each other in awe , both in shock .


“ Minhyung i’m scared , what if i screw this up omg what do i do ? ” you asked the young boy beside you as one hand played with the sleeves of his hoodie while the other was gripping tightly to his hand . Mark smiled at you and used his other hand to stroke your hair , “ It’ll be fine and it’ll be over really soon , stay calm , i’m here so don’t worry . ” His warm touch on your hands calmed you down as you took a deep breath and adjusted your outfit for the last time .

“ Okay camera rolling , 3..2..1 start ! ”

“ Good morning everyone , today i’m here with one of Korea’s hottest male groups member , Mark from NCT , and of course , his girlfriend Y/N whom we’ve all been waiting to meet . ” the emcee said to the camera as it shifted towards the both of you . The two of you bowed together and introduced yourselves , your hands hooked around his arm .

“ I heard you guys met at a fansign event just 4 months ago and that Y/N has been a really big fan since the SMRookies days , so Y/N , how do you feel about your favourite idol being your soulmate the whole time ? ”

Mark’s eyes lit up as he looked at you , cheering you on with a small smile .

“ I’m … really thankful and grateful because it all seems so surreal and never have i thought such a talented and wonderful person would be my soulmate . Sometimes it all still feels like a dream but i realised that all along i love him more than just my idol .”


Pulling you closer under the sheets , he rested his head on yours . You could hear his breathing very clearly and his heart pumping . Mark broke the silence , and you could vibrations from his voice against your cheek , “ You make me feel bad after what you said today morning during the interview for not knowing you until a few months ago when you’ve been a fan since forever baby , i’m sorry ”

You laughed at his words and looked up to give him a peck on his lips , “ Yeah you should be , ”

Pouting , he tucked your head onto his chest as he rubbed your back slowly , whispering into your ear ,

“ At least i’m going to love you forever now .”

Amnesia (Sherlock x Reader)

Warning: Angst up the ass. Character death and feels. Yeah that it 

I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted

And even though your friends tell me you’re doing fine

You were racing Sherlock back to the flat.  Sherlock (a very drunk one) was stumbling but close behind.

“(Y/n)!!! You’re cheating!!! This coat is slowing me down!!!” His words were slurred and some were stuttered.

You ignored him and continued running until you bumped into the door of 221B.  You fell back and into Sherlock’s arms. A giggle ripped through the two of you “I will catch you when you fall!” Sang the detective from the top of his lungs.

Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he’s right beside you?
When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?
Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
‘Cause I’m not fine at all

It was movie night with Mrs. Hudson, John, and Sherlock. The movie of choice was Titanic and sniffles were sound through the room. You and Mrs. Hudson were holding napkins to your noses and eyes.  Sherlock was correcting information and John was throwing popcorn at the black haired man when he interrupted the movie.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them
Like every single wish, we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape
'Cause I’m not fine at all

It happened on the way to your job at Scotland Yard.  You felt as if someone was following you but shrugged off the feeling.  A little voice in the back of your head was warning you.  It was words of advice from Sherlock you had received when you first met him. “Always trust your instincts.  If you feel someone watching you someone is most likely watching you.” When you decided to look behind you a rag was placed over your mouth.  Slowly the chemical on the rag began to render you unconscious.

The pictures that you sent me they’re still living in my phone
I’ll admit I like to see them, I’ll admit I feel alone
And all my friends keep asking why I’m not around
It hurts to know you’re happy, yeah, it hurts that you’ve moved on
It’s hard to hear your name when I haven’t seen you in so long

You prayed for Sherlock to find you but your kidnapper made it seem as if it would never happen.  Relentless comments about how he did find you yet filled your brain, while cuts and bruises filled your skin.  After a week of torment, Sherlock found you with blood in your hair and your eyes shut.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)!!! Wake up, please.  Princess, please wake up!”

A red light appeared in your head and a bullet shot through the air. A letter fell next to the chair and a sobbing Sherlock.  The paper read “Moriarty sends his regards.”

It’s like we never happened, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
'Cause I’m not fine at all
I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them
Like every single wish, we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape

Your funeral was quite except for the sobs of those who attended. Lestrade was like a father to you; John was like a brother; Mrs. Hudson a mother; Molly was your best friend and she couldn’t speak, just cry, And Sherlock was standing there. He lost the love of his life after six months of fighting. Snow fell around the gathering and not a word was spoken.

If today I woke up with you right beside me
Like all of this was just some twisted dream
I’d hold you closer than I ever did before
And you’d never slip away
And you’d never hear me say

The consulting detective stopped playing the stringed instrument and focused on the mantel above a roaring fire. A black velvet box laid untouched for many months. Inside was a Dimond ring which was supposed to be your engagement ring.  Unfortunately, you passed before Sherlock could propose. Salty tears fell and a ball of rage grew in Sherlock.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them
Like every single wish, we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape
'Cause I’m not fine at all

No, I’m really not fine at all
Tell me this is just a dream
'Cause I’m really not fine at all

Sherlock threw the violin into the fireplace.  The sound of fire crackling at the new fuel filled the air.  No matter how hard he tried Sherlock wouldn’t be able to forget you. One thing he knew for sure, Moriarty was going to pay and Sherlock was going to make sure it would happen. Personally.

Eleventh Doctor Starter Sentences

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  • “I think I have earned the right to open my front doors any way I want.”
  • “Nobody talk to me; Nobody human has anything to say to me today!”
  • “I said you were the most beautiful thing I had ever known.”
  • “He’s the one who broke the promise.”
  • “Because every time you see them happy, you remember how sad they’re going to be… and it breaks your heart. Because what’s the point in them being happy now if they’re going to be sad later? The answer is, of course, because they are going to be sad later.”
  • “Remember every black day I ever stopped you, and then, and then, do the smart thing: Let somebody else try first.”
  • “Fezzes are cool.”
  • “Investigation? Who says I’m investigating? Do you think I’m going to start investigating just because some bird smiles at me?! Who do you think I am?!”
  • “No, I have a thing. It’s like a plan, but with more greatness.”
  • “The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa the bad things don’t always spoil the good things or make them unimportant. And we definitely added to his pile of good things.”
  • “Because it’s a surprisingly accurate description!”
  • “NEVER use force, you’ll just embarrass yourself. Unless you’re cross, in which case… always use force!”
  • “It is not a snog box!”
  • “Either you turn off your clever machine or I’ll blow you and you new paradigm into eternity.”
  • “Didn’t anyone ever tell you? There’s one thing you never put in a trap. If you’re smart, if you value your continued existence, if you have any plans about seeing tomorrow, there’s one thing you never, ever put in a trap.”
  • “Brave words, Dick van Dyke.”
  • “Geronimo!”
  • “An ancient creature, drenched in the blood of the innocent… drifting in space through an endless shifting maze… for such a creature, death would be a gift.”
  • “I am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams.”
  • “Carrots?! Are you insane?!”
  • “Yowzah!”
  • “Pantophobia. Not fear of pants, though, if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s the fear of everything. Including pants, I suppose, in that case.”
  • “Yes, I am dying. You’ve been trying to kill me for centuries, and here I am, dying of old age. If you want something done, do it yourself.”
  • “Stetsons are cool.”
  • “Oh, why do you always have handcuffs?”
  • “Still not ginger!”
  • “How does anything get there? I’ve given up asking.”
  • “I’ve never met anybody who wasn’t important before.”
  • “Bow ties are cool.”
  • “I’m being extremely clever up here and there’s no one to stand around looking impressed! What’s the point in having you all?”
  • “Can you hear them? All these people who’ve lived in terror of you and your judgement. All these people whose ancestors devoted themselves, sacrificed themselves, to you. Can you hear them singing?”
  • “Well, it’s a big club, we should get T-shirts.”
  • “Good men don’t need rules. Today is not the day to find out why I have so many.”
  • “My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone’s. It’s taken me so many years, so many lifetimes, but, at last, I know where I’m going, where I’ve always been going: Home, the long way ‘round.”
  • “Safe? No! Of course you’re not safe! There’s about a billion other things out there just waiting to burn your whole world, but if you want to pretend you’re safe just so you can sleep at night, then, OK, you’re safe. But you’re not really.”

Interview with Nikola Tesla from 1899
Very interesting interview Nikola Tesla and John Smith in which he said: Everything is the Light. In one of its rays is the fate of nations, each nation has its own ray in that great light source, which we see as the Sun. And remember: no one man that existed did not die. JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, you have gained the glory of the man who got involved in the cosmic processes. Who are you, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: It is a right question, Mr. Smith, and I will try to give you the right answer to it.JOURNALIST: Some say you’re from the country of Croatia, from the area called Lika, where together with the people are growing trees, rocks and starry sky. They say that your home village is named after the mountain flowers, and that the house, where you were born, is next to the forest and the church.TESLA: Really, all it true. I’m proud of my Serbian origin and my Croatian homeland.JOURNALIST: Futurists say that the Twenty-and Twenty First Century was born in head of Nikola Tesla. They celebrate conversely magnetic field and sing hymns to Inductions engine. Their creator was called the hunter who caught the light in his net from the depths of the earth, and the warrior who captured fire from heaven. Father of alternating current will make the Physics and Chemistry dominate half the world. Industry will proclaim him as their supreme saint, a banker for the largest benefactors. In the laboratory of Nikola Tesla for the first time is broken atom. There is created a weapon that causes the earthquake vibrations. There are discovered black cosmic rays. Five races will pray to him in the Temple of the future, because they had taught a great secret that Empedocles elements can be watered with the life forces from the ethers.TESLA: Yes, these are some of my most important discoveries. I’m a defeated man. I have not accomplished the greatest thing I could. JOURNALIST: What is it, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: I wanted to illuminate the whole earth. There is enough electricity to become a second sun. Light would appear around the equator, as a ring around Saturn.Mankind is not ready for the great and good. In Colorado Springs I soaked the earth by electricity. Also we can water the other energies, such as positive mental energy. They are in the music of Bach or Mozart, or in the verses of great poets. In the Earth’s interior, there are energy of Joy, Peace and Love. Their expressions are a flower that grows from the Earth, the food we get out of her and everything that makes man’s homeland. I’ve spent years looking for the way that this energy could influence people. The beauty and the scent of roses can be used as a medicine and the sun rays as a food. Life has an infinite number of forms, and the duty of scientists is to find them in every form of matter. Three things are essential in this. All that I do is a search for them. I know I will not find them, but I will not give up on them. JOURNALIST: What are these things?TESLA: One issue is food. What a stellar or terrestrial energy to feed the hungry on Earth? With what wine watered all thirsty, so that they can cheer in their heart and understand that they are Gods?Another thing is to destroy the power of evil and suffering in which man’s life passes! They sometimes occur as an epidemic in the depths of space. In this century, the disease had spread from Earth in the Universe.The third thing is: Is there an excess Light in the Universe? I discovered a star that by all the astronomical and mathematical laws could disappear, and that nothing seems to be modified. This star is in this galaxy. Its light can occur in such density that fits into a sphere smaller than an apple, a heavier than our Solar System. Religions and philosophies teach that man can become the Christ, Buddha and Zoroaster. What I’m trying to prove is wilder, and almost unattainable. This is what to do in the Universe so every being is born as Christ, Buddha or Zoroaster.I know that gravity is prone to everything you need to fly and my intention is not to make flying devices (aircraft or missiles), but teach individual to regain consciousness on his own wings … Further; I am trying to awake the energy contained in the air. There are the main sources of energy. What is considered as empty space is just a manifestation of matter that is not awakened. No empty space on this planet, nor in the Universe.. In black holes, what astronomers talk about, are the most powerful sources of energy and life.JOURNALIST: On the window of your room in hotel “Valdorf-Astoria”, on the thirty-third floor, every morning, the birds arrive.TESLA: A man must be sentimental towards the birds. This is because of their wings. Human had them once, the real and visible!JOURNALIST: You have not stopped flying since those distant days in Smiljan!TESLA: I wanted to fly from the roof and I fell: Children’s calculations could be wrong. Remember, the youth wings have everything in life!JOURNALIST: Have you ever married? It is not known that you have affection for love or for a woman. Photos from the youth show you were handsome man.TESLA: Yes. I did not. There are two views: a lot affection or not at all. The center serves to rejuvenate human race. Women for certain people nurtures and strengthen its vitality and spirit. Being single does the same to other people. I chose that second path.JOURNALIST: Your admirers are complaining that you attacking relativity. The strange is your assertion that the matter has no energy. Everything is imbued with energy, where it is?TESLA: First was energy, then matter.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, it’s like when you said that you were born by your father, and not on you.TESLA: Exactly! What about the birth of the Universe? Matter is created from the original and eternal energy that we know as Light .It shone, and there have been appear star, the planets, man, and everything on the Earth and in the Universe. Matter is an expression of infinite forms of Light, because energy is older than it. There are four laws of Creation. The first is that the source of all the baffling, dark plot that the mind cannot conceive, or mathematics measure. In that plot fit the whole Universe. The second law is spreading a darkness, which is the true nature of Light, from the inexplicable and  it’s transformed into the Light. The third law is the necessity of the Light to become a matter of Light. The fourth law is: no beginning and no end; three previous laws always take place and the Creation is eternal.JOURNALIST: In the hostility to the theory of relativity you go so far, that you hold lectures against its Creator at your birthday parties..TESLA: Remember, it is not curved space, but the human mind which cannot comprehend infinity and eternity! If relativity has been clearly understood by its Creator, he would gain immortality, even yet physically, if he is pleased.I am part of a light, and it is the music. The Light fills my six senses: I see it, hear, feel, smell, touch and think. Thinking of it means my sixth sense. Particles of Light are written note. O bolt of lightning can be an entire sonata. A thousand balls of lightening is a concert.. For this concert I have created a Ball Lightning, which can be heard on the icy peaks of the Himalayas.About Pythagoras and mathematics a scientist may not and must not infringe of these two. Numbers and equations are signs that mark the music of the spheres. If Einstein had heard these sounds, he would not create theories of relativity. These sounds are the messages to the mind that life has meaning, that the Universe exists in perfect harmony, and its beauty is the cause and effect of Creation. This music is the eternal cycle of stellar heavens. The smallest star has completed composition and also, part of the celestial symphony. The man’s heartbeats are part of the symphony on the Earth. Newton learned that the secret is in geometric arrangement and motion of celestial bodies. He recognized that the supreme law of harmony exists in the Universe. The curved space is chaos, chaos is not music. Einstein is the messenger of the time of sound and fury.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, do you hear that music?TESLA: I hear it all the time. My spiritual ear is as big as the sky we see above us. My natural ear I increased by the radar. According to the Theory of Relativity, two parallel lines will meet in infinity. By that Einstein’s curved will straighten. Once created, the sound lasts forever. For a man it can vanish, but continues to exist in the silence that is man’s greatest power. No, I have nothing against Mr. Einstein. He is a kind person and has done many good things, some of which will become part of the music. I will write to him and try to explain that the ether exists, and that its particles are what keep the Universe in harmony, and the life in eternity.JOURNALIST: Tell me, please, under what conditions Angel adopt on the Earth?TESLA: I have ten of them. Keep good records vigilant.JOURNALIST: I will document all your words, Dear Mr. Tesla.TESLA: The first requirement is a high awareness of its mission and work to be done. It must, if only dimly, exist in the early days. Let us not be falsely modest; Oak knows that it is oak tree, a bush beside him being a bush. When I was twelve, I have been sure I will get to Niagara Falls. For most of my discoveries I knew in my childhood that I will achieve them, although not entirely apparent … The second condition to adapt is determination. All that I might, I finished.JOURNALIST: What is the third condition of adjustment, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: Guidance for all the vital and spiritual energies in labor. Therefore purification of the many effects and needs that man has. I therefore have not lost anything, but just gained.So I enjoyed every day and night. Write down: Nikola Tesla was a happy man…The fourth requirement is to adjust the physical assembly with a work.JOURNALIST: What do you mean, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: First, the maintenance of the assembly. Man’s body is a perfect machine. I know my circuit and what’s good for him. Food what nearly all people eat, to me it is harmful and dangerous. Sometimes I visualize that chefs in the world are all in conspiracy against me … Touch my hand.JOURNALIST: It was cold.TESLA: Yes. Bloodstream can be controlled, and many processes in and around us. Why are you frightened young man?JOURNALIST: It’s a story that Mark Twain wrote a mysterious stranger, that wonderful book of Satan, inspired by you.TESLA: The word “Lucifer” is more charming. Mr. Twain likes to joke. As a child I was healed once by reading his books. When we met here and told him about, he was so touched that he cried. We became friends and he often came to my lab. Once he requested to show him a machine that by vibration provokes a feeling of bliss. It was one of those inventions for entertainment, what I sometimes like to do. I warned Mr. Twain as not to remain under these vibrations. He did not listen and stayed longer. It ended by being, like a rocket, holding pants, darted into a certain room. It was a diabolically funny, but I kept the seriousness.But, to adjust the physical circuit, in addition to food, dream is very important . From a long and exhausting work, which required superhuman effort, after one hour of sleep I’d be fully recovered. I gained the ability to manage sleep, to fell asleep and wake up in the time which I have designated. If I do something what I do not understand, I force myself to think about it in my dream, and thus find a solution.TESLA: The fifth condition of adjustment is memory. Perhaps in the most people, the brain is keeper of knowledge about the world and the knowledge gained through the life. My brain is engaged in more important things than remembering, it is picking what is required at a given moment. This is all around us. It should only be consumed. Everything that we once saw, hear, read and learn, accompanies us in the form of light particles. To me, these particles are obedient and faithful. Goethe’s Faust, my favorite book, I learned by heart in German as a student, and now it can all recite. I held my inventions for years  'in my head “, and only then I realized them.JOURNALIST: You often mentioned the power of visualization.TESLA: I might have to thank to visualization for all that I invented. The events of my life and my inventions are real in front of my eyes, visible as each occurrence or the item. In my youth I was frightened of not knowing what it is, but later, I learned to use this power as an exceptional talent and gift. I nurtured it, and jealously guarded. I also made corrections by visualization on most of my inventions, and finish them that way, by visualization I mentally solve complex mathematical equations. For that gift I have, I will receive rank High Lama in Tibet.My eyesight and hearing are perfect and, dare to say, stronger than other people. I hear the thunder of a hundred fifty miles away, and I see colors in the sky that others cannot see. This enlargement of vision and hearing, I had as a child. Later I consciously developed.JOURNALIST: In youth you have several times been seriously ill. Is it a disease and a requirement to adapt?TESLA: Yes. It is often the result of a lack of exhaustion or vital force, but often the purification of mind and body from the toxins that have accumulated. It is necessary that a man suffers from time to time. The source of most disease is in the spirit. Therefore the spirit and can cure most diseases. As a student I got sick of cholera which raged in the region of Lika. I was cured because my father finally allowed me to study technology, which was my life. Illusion for me was not a disease, but the mind’s ability to penetrate beyond the three dimensions of the earth. I had them all my life, and I have received them as all other phenomena around us. Once, in childhood, I was walking along the river with Uncle and said: "From the water will appear the trout, I’ll throw a stone and it is cut.” That’s what happened. Frightened and amazed, his uncle cried: “Bade retro Satan’s!” He was an educated and he spoke in Latin … I was in Paris when I saw my mother’s death. In the sky, full of light and music floated are wonderful creatures. One of them had a mother’s character, who was looking at me with infinite love. As the vision disappeared, I knew that my mother died.JOURNALIST: What is the seventh adjustment, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: The knowledge of how the mental and vital energy transform into what we want, and achieve control over all feelings. Hindus call it Kundalini Yoga. This knowledge can be learned, for what they need many years or is acquired by birth. The most of them I acquired by birth. They are in the closest connection with a sexual energy that is after the most widespread in the Universe. The woman is the biggest thief of that energy, and thus the spiritual power. I’ve always knew that and was alerted. Of myself I created what I wanted: a thoughtful and spiritual machine.JOURNALIST: A ninth adjustment, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: Do everything that any day, any moment, if possible, not to forget who we are and why we are on Earth. Extraordinary people who are struggling with illness, privation, or the society which hurts them with its stupidity, misunderstanding, persecution and other problems which the country is full of a swamps with insects, leaves behind unclaimed until the end of the work. There are many fallen angels on Earth.JOURNALIST: What is the tenth adaptation?TESLA: It is most important. Write that Mr. Tesla played. He played the whole of his life and enjoyed it.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla! Whether it relates to your findings and your work? Is this a game?TESLA: Yes, dear boy. I have so loved to play with electricity! I always cringe when I hear about the one also the Greek who stole fire. A terrible story about studding, and eagles peck at his liver. Did Zeus did not have enough lightning and thunder, and was damaged for one fervor? There is some misunderstanding … Lightning are the most beautiful toys that can be found. Do not forget that in your text stand out: Nikola Tesla was the first man who discovered lightning.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, you’re just talking about angels and their adaptation to the Earth.TESLA: Am I? This is the same. You could write this: he dared to take upon himself the prerogatives of Indri, Zeus and Peron. Imagine one of these gods in a black evening suit, with the bowler hat and wearing white cotton gloves prepares lightning, fires and earthquakes to the New York City elite!JOURNALIST: Readers love the humor of our paper. But you confuse me stating that your findings, which have immense benefits for the people, representing the game. Many will frown on it.TESLA: Dear Mr. Smith, the trouble is that people are too serious. If they were not, they would be happier and much longer would have lived. Chinese proverb says that the seriousness reduces life. Visiting the inn Tai Pe guessed that he visits the Imperial Palace. But that the newspaper readers would not have frowned, let’s get back to things which they consider important.JOURNALIST: They would love to hear what your philosophy is.TESLA: Life is a rhythm that must be comprehended. I feel the rhythm and direct on it and pamper in it. It was very grateful and gave me the knowledge I have. Everything that lives is related to a deep and wonderful relationship: man and the stars, amoebas’ and the sun, the heart and the circulation of an infinite number of worlds. These ties are unbreakable, but they can be tame and to propitiate and begin to create new and different relationships in the world, and that does not violate the old. Knowledge comes from space; our vision is its most perfect set. We have two eyes: the earthly and spiritual. It is recommended that it become one eye. Universe is alive in all its manifestations, like a thinking animal. Stone is a thinking and sentient being, such as plant, beast and a man. A star that shines asked to look at, and if we are not a sizeable self-absorbed we would understand its language and message. His breathing, his eyes and ears of the man must comply with breathing, eyes and ears of the Universe.JOURNALIST: As you say this, it seems to me like I hear Buddhist texts, words or Taoist Parazulzusa.TESLA: That’s right! This means that there is general knowledge and truth that man has always possessed. In my feeling and experience, the Universe has only one substance and one supreme energy with an infinite number of manifestations of life. The best thing is that the discovery of a secret nature, reveals the other. One cannot hide, there are around us, but we are blind and deaf to them. If we emotionally tie ourselves to them, they come to us themselves. There are a lot of apples, but one Newton. He asked for just one apple that fell in front of him.JOURNALIST: A question that might be set at the beginning of this conversation. What was Electricity for you, Dear Mr. Tesla?TESLA: Everything is Electricity. First was the light, endless source from which points out material and distribute it in all forms that represent the Universe and the Earth with all its aspects of life. Black is the true face of Light, only we do not see this. It is remarkable grace to man and other creatures. One of its particles possesses light, thermal, nuclear, radiation, chemical, mechanical and an unidentified energy. It has the power to run the Earth with its orbit. It is true Archimedean lever.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, you’re too biased towards electricity.TESLA: Electricity I am. Or, if you wish, I am the electricity in the human form. You are Electricity; too Mr. Smith, but you do not realize it.JOURNALIST: Is it thus your ability to allow fails of electricity of one million volts trough your body?TESLA: Imagine a gardener who is attacked by herbs. This would indeed be crazy. Man’s body and brain are made from a large amount energy; in me there is the majority of electricity. The energy that is different in everyone is what makes the human “I” or “soul”. For other creatures to their essence, “soul” of the plant is the “soul” of minerals and animals. Brain function and death is manifested in light. My eyes in youth were black, now blue, and as time goes on and strain the brain gets stronger, they are closer to white. White is the color of heaven. Through my window one morning, landed a white dove, which I fed. She wanted to bring me a word that she was dying. From her eyes the light jets were coming out. Never in the eyes of any creature had I not seen so much light, as in that pigeon.JOURNALIST: Personnel in your lab speak about flashes of light, flames and lightning that occur if you are angry or into kind of risk.TESLA: It is the psychic discharge or a warning to be alert. The light was always on my side. Do you know how I discovered the rotating magnetic field and induction motor, which made me became famous when I was twenty-six? One summer evening in Budapest, I watched with my friend Sigetijem sunset. Thousands of fire was turning around in thousands of flaming colors. I remembered Faust and recited his verses and then, as in a fog, I saw spinning magnetic field, and induction motor. I saw them in the sun!JOURNALIST: Hotel service telling that at the time of lightning you isolate into the room and talk to yourselves.TESLA: I talk with lightning and thunder.JOURNALIST: With them? What language, Mr.Tesla?TESLA: Mostly my native language. It has the words and sounds, especially in poetry, what is suitable for it.JOURNALIST: Readers of our magazine would be very grateful if you would interpret that.TESLA: The sound does not exist only in the thunder and lightning, but, in transformation into the brightness and color. A color can be heard. Language is of the words, which means that it is from the sounds and colors. Every thunder and lightning are different and have their names. I call some of them by the names of those who were close in my life, or by those whom I admire. In the sky brightness and thunder live my mother, sister, brother Daniel, a poet Jovan Jovanovic Zmaj and other persons of Serbian history. Names such AsIsaiah, Ezekiel, Leonardo, Beethoven, Goya, Faraday, Pushkin and all burning fires mark shoals and tangles of lightning and thunder, which does not stop all night bringing to the Earth precious rain and burning trees or villages. There is lightning and thunder, and they are the brightest and most powerful, that will not vanish. They are coming back and I recognize them among the thousands.JOURNALIST: For you, science or poetry is the same?TESLA: These are the two eyes of one person. William Blake was taught that the Universe was born from the imagination, that it maintains and it will exist as long as there is a last man on the Earth. With it was a wheel to which astronomers can collect the stars of all galaxies. It is the creative energy identical to the light energy.JOURNALIST: Imagination is more real to you than life itself?TESLA: It gives birth to the life. I have fed by my taught; I’ve learned to control emotions, dreams and visions. I have always cherished, as I nurtured my enthusiasm. All my long life I spent in ecstasy. That was the source of my happiness. It helped me during all these years to bear with work, which was enough for the five lives. The best is to work at night, because the stellar light, and close bond.JOURNALIST: You said that I am, like every being, the Light. This flatter me, but I confess, I do not quite understand.TESLA: Why would you need to understand, Mr. Smith? Suffice it to believe it. Everything is light. In one its ray is the fate of nations, each nation has its own ray in what great light source we see as the sun. And remember: no one who was there did not die. They transformed into the light, and as such exist still. The secret lies in the fact that the light particles restore their original state.JOURNALIST: This is the resurrection!TESLA: I prefer to call it: return to a previous energy. Christ and several others knew the secret. I am searching how to preserve human energy. It is forms of Light, sometimes straight like heavenly light. I have not looked for it for my own sake, but for the good of all. I believe that my discoveries make people’s lives easier and more bearable, and channel them to spirituality and morality.JOURNALIST: Do you think that time can be abolished?TESLA: Not quite, because the first feature of the energy is that it transforms. It is in perpetual transformation, as clouds of Taoists. But it is possible to leverage the fact that a man preserves consciousness after the earthly life. In every corner of the universe exist energy of life; one of them is immortality, whose origin is outside of man, waiting for him. The universe is spiritual; we are only half that way. The Universe is more moral than us, because we do not know his nature and how to harmonize our lives with it. I am not scientist, science is perhaps the most convenient way to find the answer to the question that always haunt me, and which my days and nights turned into fire.JOURNALIST: What’s the matter?TESLA: How are your eyes brightened! … What I wanted to know is: what happens to a falling star as the sun goes out? Stars fall like dust or seed in this or in other worlds, and the sun be scattered in our minds, in the lives of many  beings,  what will be reborn as a new light, or cosmic wind scattered in infinity. I understand that this is necessary included in the structure of the Universe. The thing is, though, is that one of these stars and one of these suns, even the smallest, preserves.JOURNALIST: But, Mr. Tesla, you realize that this is necessary and is included in the constitution of the world!TESLA: When a man becomes concuss; that his highest goal must be to run for a shooting star, and tries to capture it; shall understand that his life was given to him because of this and will be saved. Stars will eventually be capable to catch!JOURNALIST: And what will happen then?TESLA: The creator will laugh and say: ”It fall only that you chase her and grab her.“JOURNALIST: Isn’t all of this contrary to the cosmic pain, which so often you mention in your writings? And what is it cosmic pain?TESLA: No, because we are on Earth … It is an illness whose existence the vast majority of people are not aware of. Hence, many other illnesses, suffering, evil, misery, wars and everything else what makes human life an absurd and horrible condition. This disease cannot be completely cured, but awareness shall make it less complicated and hazardous. Whenever one of my close and dear people were hurt, I felt physical pain. This is because our bodies are made as of similar material, and our soul related with unbreakable strands. Incomprehensible sadness that overwhelmed us at times means that somewhere, on the other side on this planet, a child or generous man died. The entire Universe is in certain periods sick of itself, and of us. Disappearance of a star and the appearance of comets affect us more than we can imagine. Relationships among the creatures on the Earth are even stronger, because of our feelings and thoughts the flower will scent even more beautiful or will fall in silence. These truths we must learn in order to be healed. Remedy is in our hearts and evenly, in the heart of the animals that we call the Universe. Reference:interview that scientist Nikola Tesla gave for magazine "Immortality” in his laboratory in Colorado Springs. 

In response to this Berenst*in Bears thing...

(tw: stop reading if you dissociate or get creeped out easily)

I actually have my own Mandela effect story. Up until I was about 10 or 11, I distinctly remember all the “yield” road signs being yellow and black, not red and white. Every single one of them. One day, I was on a road trip with my family, and I saw a red yield sign. I asked my parents “Why is that yield sign red? Did someone paint over it or something?” My parents were really confused. They said, “What do you mean? All yield signs are red.” But up until that day, I had NEVER seen a red yield sign. Every single one was always yellow and black. Ever since that day, I haven’t seen any yellow yield signs.

After I found out about the Mandela effect yesterday, I did a bit of research on the topic, and I found out that the United States stopped making yellow yield signs in 1971, over 20 years before I was born. The vast majority of yield signs nowadays are red. So why did I always remember them being yellow?

In an effort to get to the bottom of this, I asked my other family members if they remember yield signs being yellow. When I asked my stepsister, she said, “Wait, yield signs are red? I’ve only ever seen yellow ones.” My stepdad also told me that they’ve always been yellow, but my mom insists that she’s never seen a yellow yield sign in her life. Do any of you guys remember yield signs always being yellow? Reblog or like this post or send me an ask if you have any stories like mine.


make me choosemontysass asked: series 5 or series 6
“Now, the question of the hour is, “Who’s got the Pandorica?” Answer: I do. Next question: Who’s coming to take it from me? Come on! Look at me! No plan, no back-up, no weapons worth a damn! Oh, and something else, I don’t have anything to lose! So, if you’re sitting up there in your silly little spaceship with all your silly little guns, and you’ve got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who’s standing in your way! Remember every black day I ever stopped you, and then, and then, do the smart thing: Let somebody else try first.”

Hello Stonehenge! Who takes the Pandorica takes the Universe. But bad news everyone. 'Cause guess who! Hah! Listen, you lot, you're all whizzing about. It's really very distracting. Could you all just stay still a minute because  I. AM. TALKING! Now, the question of the hour is, who's got the Pandorica? Answer: I do. Next question: Who's coming to take it from me? Come on! Look at me! No plan, no back-up, no weapons worth a damn, oh, and something else. I don't have anything to lose. So if you're sitting up there in your silly little spaceship with all your silly little guns and you've got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who's standing in your way! Remember! Every black day I ever stopped you! And then! And then! Do the smart thing! Let somebody else try first.

Hello, Stonehenge! Who takes the Pandorica takes the universe. But bad news everyone. ‘Cause guess who! Hah! Listen, you lot, you’re all whizzing about. It’s really very distracting. Could you all just stay still a minute because I am talking! Now, the question of the hour is, who’s got the Pandorica? Answer: I do. Next question: Who’s coming to take it from me? Come on! Look at me! No plan, no back-up, no weapons worth a damn– oh, and something else: I don’t have anything to lose. So if you’re sitting up there in your silly little spaceship with all your silly little guns and you’ve got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who’s standing in your way! Remember every black day I ever stopped you! And then! And then! Do the smart thing…

Let somebody else try first.


the eleventh tribute [1/3] speeches.

Hello, Stonehenge! Who takes the Pandorica takes the Universe! But, bad news everyone, ‘cause guess who! Ha! Except, you lot, you’re all whizzing about, it’s really very distracting. Could you all just stay still a minute because I AM TALKING! Now, the question for the hour is, “Who’s got the Pandorica?” Answer: I do. Next question: “Who’s coming to take it from me?” Come on, look at me! No plan, no backup, no weapons worth a damn, oh, and something else I don’t have anything to lose! So, if you’re sitting up there in your silly little space ships with all your silly little guns, and you’ve got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who’s standing in your way! Remember every black day I ever stopped you, and then, and then!, do the smart thing… Let somebody else try first.

15 Years

// Warning this story is going to break your heart, so I hope you have tissues next to you. And Yoosung is 17 years old from the starting. Enjoy. //

I want to tell you how I love you in poetry
I’ve been doing so for fifteen years
I haven't received a reply from you yet
haven't received a reply from you yet

Yoosung was in his dorm room, he had finished up playing LOLOL but now he was writing a letter to ____. Because he hasn’t heard from them in a long time, but he has fallen in love with them for so long and he wanted to tell them in poetry. He get some help from Zen, since he was the romantic expert when it came to this. He smiles down at the letter he was making, putting his whole heart and soul into it.

The 1st year I wrote you a letter everyday
So desperately I wrote down everything I had to say
I licked each stamp with confidence I’d never give up
Determined to give you all of my heart’s saliva.

The first year of college, Yoosung would always write ____ a letter right after class, he would still play LOLOL but not as often as he used to. His mind just wanted to show you how much he loved you, so he kept writing letters to you. And once he was down he would lick the stamp with much detention, to be sure you understand how much he loved you.

The 2nd year, I was still as reckless as could be
My house had caught a blaze but it still didn’t bother me
And even without noticing, my clothes caught fire too
And by the time I saw it, I was pretty much nude.

By the 2nd year of college, Yoosung was still writing letters to you. He slowly stop playing LOLOL, that’s for sure, which came to a surprise to everyone. The first time he try to stop he didn’t make it, but this time he did. He even got to distracted by the love he shared for you, that he had forgot the food he was making in the kitchen, and it started to burn. But he was to deep into the letter that he didn’t notice at all, and by the time he finished the letter, the food was already turned to ash.

The 3rd year I had calmed down, I becoming more mature
Although I felt I’d reached the limits of my literature
I publicized my mixi journal for all to see
Though My mixi maxed out the counter very quickly

By the 3rd year of college, Yoosung had passed all his classes with flying colors, and became more mature. He stopped playing LOLOL because he was so focused on writing letters to you. But he felt he had written good enough amount. But after a while he wonder how others would like his poems. He then put up his poems of you online for all to see, but it crushed his computer with how much he put up.

The 4th year, I decided to submit a brochure
Branching out into social issues was quite an allure
My best amount of poems, I happily released
I laughed at workers as I quit, my dream will not cease

By the 4th year, Yoosung had sent out a book filled with his poems, and had it published. He was making more money and helping out a lot of people, but it took up to much time that he quit his dream job. He came home soon after and start writing poems again just for ____.

I want to tell you how I love you in poetry
I’ve been doing so for fifteen years
I haven't received a reply from you yet
haven't received a reply from you yet

The 5th year, I was a poetry professional
I captivated women of many ages as well
But since I was so earnest to stay faithful to you
Their appeal was zero, they were just destined to lose

The 5th year, Yoosung was a famous poetry. He had captivated the hearts of women from many ages, from all around the world. He was signing his books and receiving gifts from his fans. There were so many gifts that the gifts had piled up all behind him while he was signing books that he owned. He was so happy with how big he has gotten. Even his friends from the RFA congratulate him and celebrated. But the fans that show up with so much love for him, could never compare to you, his heart was always faithful to you.

The 6th year,  I had worked to hard, my body ruined
The number of the things I wrote were over 2000
Every bone was broken, black and blue I had been
All organs had been damaged by my hectic routine

By the 6th year, Yoosung had gotten into an accident, all his fame had been lost after a long while, not being able to write anymore. Since a lot of his bones were broken, some even thought it was a surprise he even made it out alive. While in the hospital he just kept writing poems to you, even if his bones were broken and his organs damaged, he’ll still write to you.

The 7th year, I found that I was in perfect form
Comparing thee to things that were nothing of the norm
Perhaps you’re really intense like extreme ironing
Perhaps you’re like an inner space compound just floating

By the 7th year, Yoosung had fully healed, he was out of the hospital and living in his own apartment. Looking over all the poems he wrote for you. And how he can now improve in making better ones for you. He thinks over all the things that you might like, and starts comparing things to you.

The 8th year rolled around and u had not changed one bit
Comparing thee to everything, anything that fits.
Perhaps you’re like winning the 16 sumo tournaments
Or an AMPA glutamine receptor transmit

By the 8th year, Yoosung hadn’t changed one bit. He kept thinking about all the things you might like and starts making more poems and sending them off to you. He would even ask Seven for some help on a few things, but he would end up being tricked again. But after all that he kept writing more and more letters to you.

I want to tell you how I love you in poetry
I’ve been doing so for fifteen years
I haven't received a reply from you yet
haven't received a reply from you yet

The 9th year,  I was injured in a freak accident
My head suffered the most, memories soon did descend
Even though I couldn’t even remember my own name
I still remembered you and my feelings were the same

By the 9th year, Yoosung was in a freak accident. He had been in a car crash with Jumin, with Jumin at the wheel, of course he would had crashed, but they didn’t think it would be that badly. Yoosung was the only one hurt pretty badly, and Jumin felt bad, he didn’t get hurt because he had jumped out of the car before the crash, so he paid for the hospital feeds. All the members of the RFA came to visit Yoosung, but Yoosung didn’t remember them at all. He didn’t even remember his own name, but the one thing he did remember was how he felt about you. He feelings never changed about you, and he still remember your laugh and your smile, he even remember the good and bad times that you two shared.

The 10th year passed right by me into the 11th year
My memories didn’t return, my mind still wasn’t clear
All I knew was I loved you, those feelings will not die
The only thing I wanted from you was a reply

By the 10th year, the 11th year had come so fast. It’s been so long that Yoosung didn’t even noticed that the years went by. He looks out of the window, the floor covered in letters that he wrote all for you. All of them was meant for you, but he forgot to send them off, his memories still hadn’t returned, his mind still wasn’t clear. All he would see was a big blanket of fog that wouldn’t disappear. All he ever wanted was a reply back from you, he waited every year just to here back from you.

The 12th year to the 13th, nothing came back to me
It seemed as though I’d never recover my memories
The fact that I still loved you kept me from going mad
Those feelings deep inside for you were all that I had

By the 12th year came the 13th year, it seemed that Yoosung wasn’t getting any letters from you once again. The doctor even told him that he might never recover his memories so he just gave up on them. All the RFA members had helped him to get his memories back. But it still seems like he was missing something big, and he wanted to remember it. He was written more letters for you each and every day, and just from writing letters to you, kept him from going mad. As the days go by more and more letters for you were laying on the floor, he’s waiting for so long to hear from you.

The 14th year arrived, and they still hasn’t come back
Every day was so frightening, my mind only left pitch black
I desperately wanted to see your face again
Just wanted to speak with you, oh now will that happen?

By the 14th year, no letters came back. While every day went by Yoosung got scared, it kept on getting harder for him to live on. But remembering your sweet smile kept him moving forward. But still he was so sad, he wonder will he ever hear from you.

The 15th year, my memories finally came to me
I remember so suddenly, I couldn’t stop crying
Because now I had recalled as I watched my tears flow
That you had passed away and left me 15 years ago

By the 15th year in the middle of summer, Yoosung got his memories back. But, it all came so suddenly the things that he recalled. He falls down onto the ground, crying like their was no tomorrow. He drops the letter that he was meant to sent to you, he just remember that you had died and left him 15 years ago. He cries and cries some more, walling as he now knows, those letters can never each you for you had gone to heaven.

I want to tell you how I love you in poetry
If I piled them up, will they maybe reach you one day?
In your former room, I’m keeping them all
Watching the words of my love growing tall

After realizing after so long, he grabs all the letters he had left and starts putting them in your new room. The room he had already made for you, that he had kept clean just for you, to be in one day. He would keep writing poems for you, so he can watch his words grow for you each day. Knowing that you wouldn’t come back to him, but mmaybein another life you would.

I know that right now I can’t see you anymore
And yet I still love you and I always will
I thought that maybe we could meet here then
Yet you keep disappearing once again.
I want to tell you how I love you in poetry
I’ve been writing you letters for 16 years
I haven't received a reply from you yet
haven't received a reply from you yet

“Come on, look at me! No plan, no backup, no weapons worth a damn, oh, and something else I don’t have; anything to lose! So, if you’re sitting up there in your silly little space ships with all your silly little guns, and you’ve got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who’s standing in your way! Remember every black day I ever stopped you, and then, and then, do the smart thing! Let somebody else try first.

My favourite thing about doctor who is how the doctor can win a battle just by talking

Okay then. That’s what I’ll do. I’ll tell you a story. Can you hear them? All these people who lived in terror of you and your judgement. All these people whose ancestors devoted themselves sacrificed themselves *to you*. Can you hear them singing? Oh, you like to think you’re a God  Well, you’re not a God you’re just a parasite, eaten out with jealous, envy, and longing for the lives of others. You feed on them. On the memory of love, and loss, and birth, and death, and joy, and sorrow…so…SO…come on then, take mine. Take. My. Memories. But I hope you’ve got a big appetite. Because I have lived a LONG life, and I have seen a few things. I walked away from the last Great Time War. I marked the passing of the Time Lords. I saw the birth of the universe and I watched as time RAN OUT, moment by moment, until NOTHING remained — NO TIME, NO SPACE, JUST ME! I walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a mad man. And I’ve watched universes freeze, and creation burn I have seen things you WOULDN’T BELIEVE AND I HAVE LOST THINGS YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND and I know things. Secrets that must never be told. Knowledge that must NEVER be SPOKEN! KNOWLEDGE THAT WILL MAKE. PARASITE.GODS BLAZE

Sorry, sorry, dropped it. Hello, Stonehenge! Who takes the Pandorica, takes the universe. But bad news, everyone,Because guess who? Ha! Listen, you lot, you’re all whizzing about. It’s really very distracting. Could you all just stay still a minute because I.AM.TALKING! The question of the hour is, who’s got the Pandorica? Answer, I do. Next question. Who’s coming to take it from me? COME ON! Look at me. No plan, no back up, no weapons worth a damn. Oh, and something else. I don’t have anything to lose! So, if you’re sitting up there in your silly little spaceship, with all your silly little guns, and you’ve got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who’s standing in your way. Remember every black day I ever stopped you, and then, AND THEN! do the smart thing….Let somebody else try first.

It all just disappears doesn’t it? Everything you are, gone in a moment like breath on a mirror.Any moment now, he’s a coming, The Doctor and I always will be. But times change and so must I. We all change, when you think about it.We are all different people all through our lives and that’s okay, that’s good you’ve got to keep moving so long as you remember all the people that you used to be.I will not forget one line of this, not one day, I swear. I will always remember when The Doctor was me…

Because it’s not a game, Kate. This is a scale model of war. Every war ever fought right there in front of you. Because it’s always the same. When you fire that first shot, no matter how right you feel, you have no idea who’s going to die. You don’t know who’s children are going to scream and burn. How many hearts will be broken! How many lives shattered! How much blood will spill until everybody does what they’re always going to have to do from the very beginning SIT DOWN AND TALK! Listen to me, listen. I just, I just want you to think. Do you know what thinking is? It’s just a fancy word for changing your mind.

Bonnie: I will not change my mind.

The Doctor: Then you will die stupid. Alternatively, you could step away from that box. You could walk right out of that door, and you could stand your revolution down.

Bonnie: No, I’m not stopping this, Doctor. I started it. I will not stop it. You think they’ll let me go after what I’ve done?

The Doctor: You’re all the same, you screaming kids, you know that? “Look at me, I’m unforgivable.” Well here’s the unforeseeable, I forgive you. After all you’ve done. I forgive you.

Bonnie: You don’t understand. You will never understand.

The Doctor: I don’t understand? Are you kidding? Me? Of course I understand. I mean, do you call this a war, this funny little thing? This is not a war.I FOUGHT IN A BIGGER WAR THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW.I DID WORSE THINGS THAN YOU CAN EVEN IMAGINE, AND WHEN I CLOSE MY eyes… I hear more screams than anyone could ever be able to count! And do you know what you do with all that pain? Shall I tell you where you put it? You hold it tight… Til it burns your hand. And you say this no one else will ever have to live like this. No one else will ever have to feel this pain. Not on my watch.


Come on!  Look at me.  No plan, no backup, no weapons worth a damn.  Oh and something else.  I don’t have anything to lose!  So, if you’re sitting up there in your silly little spaceship with all your silly little guns, and you’ve got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who’s standing in your way.  Remember every black day I ever stopped you.  And then…And then!  Do the smart thing.  Let somebody else try first. The Pandorica Opens

Favorite Eleventh Doctor Moments 4/?

My countdown to Eleven’s departure from the TARDIS


Doctor Who: written by Steven Moffat - The Pandorica Opens

Hello Stonehenge! Who takes the Pandorica takes the Universe. But bad news everyone. ‘Cause guess who! Hah! Listen, you lot, you’re all whizzing about. It’s really very distracting. Could you all just stay still a minute because I. AM. TALKING! Now, the question of the hour is, who’s got the Pandorica? Answer: I do. Next question: Who’s coming to take it from me? Come on! Look at me! No plan, no back-up, no weapons worth a damn, oh, and something else. I don’t have anything to lose. So if you’re sitting up there in your silly little spaceship with all your silly little guns and you’ve got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who’s standing in your way! Remember! Every black day I ever stopped you! And then! And then! Do the smart thing! Let somebody else try first.

Come on, look at me! No plan, no backup, no weapons worth a damn, oh, and something else I don’t have: anything to lose! So, if you’re sitting up there in your silly little space ships with all your silly little guns, and you’ve got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who’s standing in your way! Remember every black day I ever stopped you, and then, and then, do the smart thing!

Let somebody else try first.


Eleventh Doctor

~ Doctor Who (5.12: The Pandorica Opens)