river song is better than you


every series of doctor who [6/9] →  series six

Those reports of the sun spots and the solar flares. They’re wrong. They’re aren’t any. It’s not the sun. It’s you. The sky is full of a million million voices, saying, “Yes of course. We’ll help.” You’ve touched so many lives, saved so many people. Did you think when your time came you’d really have to do more than just ask? You’ve decided that the universe is better off without you. But the universe doesn’t agree.

Witch Tips

Just a few tips I’ve picked up along my witchy journey that I thought might be helpful for all you other witches out there.

🔮 If you have trouble writing spells or just suck at it you can also use lyrics of a song or a poem that relates to the spell you’re casting.

🔮 Use what you have. Don’t write spells that require that you go out and buy $20 worth of supplies. It’s okay to work with what you got.

🔮 Speaking of working with what you have, here are a few free supplies that you can use: dirt / rain water / river or sea water / leaves / acorns / branches / rocks / flowers / plants / or anything you can find outside.

🔮 Sometimes a simple spell is better than an elaborate one. I know we all see those spell jars full of all that witchy goodness but it isn’t necessary. They’re awesome but you can create the same effect with a sigil or a simple fire release spell.

🔮 The dollar store is your best friend! Everything is there. Journals, candles, incenses, pens, art supplies, jars EVERYTHING LOL. Be sure to check there for your witchy needs before you spend $20 on jars from amazon.

🔮 Invest a dollar or 2 into a pocket witchy journal. This is perfect to keep little notes, journal entries, pressed flowers and if you’re like me and take a deck of tarot cards with you everywhere, it’s perfect to keep track of those random on-the-go style readings.

🔮 Don’t sweat the small stuff. Don’t have the money for a tarot deck just yet? Make a practice deck with a pack of blank index cards. Don’t have any fresh herbs? That’s okay, hit up your local dollar store they usually have a ton of common kitchen [dried] herbs.

🔮 Save your candle jars! If they have lids, save them to store your herbs, crystals, water, dirt or whatever in. To clean them: put hot water, a little vinegar and some dish soap and let it sit overnight. The candle residue should come off super easy with some warm water and a sponge.

🔮 Make a spray cleanser for your altar. It’s cheap, easy and doesn’t involve burning anything so it’s safe for apartments, dorm rooms or closeted witches.

🔮 Study! Creating magick is fun, reading tarot is fun, casting spells and doing rituals are fun but studying and knowing your craft is important. 

That’s it for now. If I think of more I’ll do a part 2.

Playlists For The Signs

Aries: ((St. Jimmy-// Green Day)) ((War Pigs-// Black Sabbath)) ((Smoke on the Water-// Deep Purple)) (Bungle in the Jungle- Jethro Tull)) (( Don’t Stop Me Now-// Queen))

Taurus:  ((Northern Downpour-// Panic at the Disco))  (( The Luckiest-// Ben Folds)) (( So LIttle Time-// Akarna)) ((Angels-/// Robbie Williams)) (( Someone Saved my Life Tonight-// Elton John))

Gemini: (( Going to California-// Led Zeppelin)) ((Sunshine of Your Love-// Cream)) ((Don’t Dream it’s Over-// Crowded House)) ((Everyday- Buddy Holly)) ((Build Me Up Buttercup-// The Foundations))

Cancer: ((House of Gold-// Twenty One Pilots)) ((Yes, the River Knows-// The Doors)) (( Sigh No More-// Mumford and Sons)) (( American Pie-// Don Mclean)) ((Landslide- Fleetwood Mac))

Leo: (( Semi- Charmed LIfe-// Third Eye Blind)) ((Laid-// Better Than Ezra)) ((I Want To Take You Higher-// Sly and the Family Stone)) (( Sunshine Superman-// Donovan)) ((Caress Me Down-// Sublime)) ((Squeeze Box- The Who))

Virgo: ((Far Behind-// Candlebox)) ((Motercycle Drive By-// Third Eye Blind)) ((Clint Eastwood- Gorillaz)) ((Baba O’Rielly-// The Who)) (( The Zephyr Song-// Red Hot Chlli Peppers))

Libra: ((Waterloo Sunset-// The Kinks)) (( Love Song-// The Cure))  ((Romeo & Juliet-// Dire Straits)) (( Linger-// The Cranberries)) (( White Rabbit -// Jefferson Airplane))

Scorpio: ((Candlite-// Frightened Rabbit)) ((Pepper-// Butthole Surfers)) ((Reel Around the Fountain-// The Smiths)) ((Lake of Fire-// Nirvana)) ((Flagpole Sitta-// Harvey Danger))

Sagittarius: ((Ruby Tuesday-// Rolling Stones)) ((The Wind-//Cat Stevens)) ((Born to Run-// Bruce Springsteen)) ((Lay me Down -// Dirty Heads))  (( Free Bird-// Lynyrd Skynyrd))

Capricorn: (( Tangerine-// Led Zeppelin)) ((She’s not There-// The Zombies)) (( KIll the Poor-// Dead Kennedys))  ((Let Me Go- Cake)) ((The General- Dispatch))

Aquarius: ((She’s A Rainbow-// Rolling Stones)) ((Comfort Eagle-// Cake)) (( Doctor My Eyes-// Jackson Browne))  ((Sweet Sixteen-// Think About Life)) ((Pork And Beans-// Weezer))

Pisces: (( How Soon is Now-// The Smiths)) ((Indian Summer-//The Doors)) ((Bus Stop- The Hollies)) ((Thick as a Brick-// Jethro Tul)) ((Into The Ocean-//Blue October)) ((Disconnected-// 5sos))

midniter  asked:

Hi you're one of my fav blogs (I wish I could talk to you in Spanish but I'm from Brazil and unfortunately we only learn English at school). Anyway, I'm here bc I need help with a playlist and you're the first person I could think of. I want some Latino songs about LatAm, but idk much of other countries' music, so I thought maybe you/your followers could help? I want songs that talk about being Latine, how usa imperialism sucks, etc. I can send u what I already have so u can see what I mean! Thx

Don’t worry! I have brazilian friends and we mix english, spanish and portuguese lkjfg. Yeah, send me what you got! i can give you some songs right now, putting some parts that i love:

  • Latinoamerica by Calle 13 (Puerto Rico, Colombia, Perú, Brasil): i feel like you already have this in your list, because is our anthem at this point. It’s a song about latinoamérica and what they did here (the video has subtitles) / I work hard but with pride. Here we share, what’s mine is yours. This nation doesn’t drown with the waves. And if it collapses I rebuild it. I don’t even blink when I look at you, so you’ll remember my last name. Operation Condor invading my nest, I forgive but never forget!”
  • Memoria by León Gieco (Argentina): a song in memory of the dictatorships of Operación Condór (they had the help of US) + in memory of the terrorist attacks here (in the Argentine Israelite Mutual Association building) (the video has subtitles) / Two thousand would eat for a year
    with what a military minute costs. How many would stop being slaves
    for the price of a bomb thrown to the sea? /  Memory aims until it kills
    the people who try to silence it and don’t let it fly free like the wind.

  • Frijolero by Motolov (México) / video with english subtitles: a big fuck you to US from México in 2009, even before Trump. I love this song / “Now why don’t you look down to where your feet is planted. That U.S soil that makes you take shit for granted. If not for Santa Ana, just to let you know that where your feet are planted would be México”
  • El mojado by Ricardo Arjona / lyrics in english (Guatemala): song for inmigrants. “He said goodbye with a grimace disguised as a smile and he asked God -crucified on a shelf- to protect his people, and he crossed the border as he could /  Wet.back, wet of so much crying, knowing that in some place a kiss awaits him on hold since the day he left”
  • Multi_viral by Calle 13 (Puerto Rico): song of protest / The one who controls, the one who dictates, wants to get you sick to sell you drugs. / A piece of news not well told is an assault with a weapon / Our ideas are free and they are awake because we think with the doors wide open. What is not seen, we are seeing. We are born without knowing how to talk, ut we will die talking out loud.
  • Canción con todos by Mercedes Sosa / lyrics in english (Argentina): a song for latinoamericanes / All the voices, all. All the hands, all. All the blood can be song in the wind. Sing with me, sing…american brother, set free your hope with a cry in your voice. 
  • Rubén Rada (Uruguay): this list is looking to sad/dark, so let’s bring some latinidad with this amazing afrolatine artist. here: cha cha, muchacha / muriendo de plena / candombe para Gardel 
  • Gringo maligno by Todos Tus Muertos (Argentina):  Regan, Clinton Bush, Regan, everyone is the same / evil gringo, sent by Satan ccupying and blocking, imposing your plan.
  • La patria madrina by Lila Downs and Juanes (México and Colombia): protest song agaisnt capitalism, agaisnt the violent kidnapping and killing of 43 students of Ayotzinapa, agaisnt the destruction of the earth / Everybody wants a share of the oil, you see? and to burn Mother Earth with urgency to make more cars, to make more money, as if you could buy happiness. 
  • Por si acaso no regreso by Celia Cruz (Cuba): a song dedicated to Cuba, her homeland /  Home, do not suffer. Heart, do not break. Because badness can’t last 100 years nor could any body and I never wanted to abandon you. I’ve taken you with every step and my heart will remain for eternity as a flower on your lap just in case……just in case I don’t return / In the case I don’t return, if I don’t return, remember: I loved her with my life. In the case I don’t return, I will die from pain…I’m already dying.
  • Los americanos by Piero (Argentina) / lyrics in english: with an ironic/sarcastic tone, he makes fun of gringxs. Every part of this song is gold. / They are born elderly and gradually become kids, throughout the lifetime of “los americanos”. And they are born convinced that there is nobody in the world more important than “los americanos” /  Napoleon for them was an Italian gentleman who organized everything without “los americanos”. And they are more than sure that he wouldn’t have lost Waterloo with the help of “los americanos”.  If they know anything about history, it’s not from reading it but from seeing it in the “cine americano” /  If there’s something to be admired, wherever they go, it’s the grand elegance of “los americanos”. wearing native dress, they mix in with the people, and nobody realizes that they are “americanos”.
  • “Murciélago” by  Porter: about the colonization of natives /  The elders saw them. They do not come in peace, we hear screams. There have three ships, they bring Cristo. 
  • La Gozadera by Gente de Zona and Marc Anthony (Cuba and Puerto Rico): a really cool song about latinidad. /  If you are Latino, take out your flag!
  • Guerra by Calle 13: anti-war song. they talk about US, wars and refugees. just. please watch this video. it has english subtitles./  I am your defeat, your two broken legs. The nail in your foot which pierced through the boot. I am the strategy in any battle. Today you either win or lose, I am the sorrows of your joys. The war by night and the war by day.
  • Pégate by Ricky Martin: let’s end this in a happy song, 100% latine with my father Ricky /  I come with good stuff for my people, I bring love, I bring this remedy which cheers up the hearts of the entire world. For the pain, for the heartaches. There’s nothing better than the rhythm of my drums / And let rivers of goodness flow to all the people of the world. Because we can’t forget that pure love liberates and lies are poison. As my mother used to say: dancing you can solve anything.

I’m tagging some of the latines that i know, if they want to add any song, please do it! @dasakuryo @the-mighty-microwave @targannington @alteanwitch @koganer @voltronless @bitcherovas @ceibos @duskianfae @im-not-a-real-hero @trashsenal @dixonette1013 @latinxlance @cherry-cokes @lancesazul @freckledai @pamelas​ @elbiotipo guys u are like a bunch of people lkfjg i’m sorry if i forgot anyone!!! a lot of people and a bad memory, not a good mix. 

anonymous asked:

Not a confession but do you know any artist similar to Nicole? And not like the typical "Melanie Martinez, Lana Del Rey" but maybe someone more underground? Lol thank you!

Sorry it took me FOREVER to answer this!! No excuse for it!

And oooh this was hard! There’s so many but part of it depends what exactly about Nicole’s music you dig :O So, I compiled a list but keep in mind:

1) that every artist is unique so none of them are just like Nicole. You may not like some of the bands/artists I recommend below.

2) I haven’t heard a lot by some of these bands, only like 1 or 2 songs, so the rest of their stuff could be different. Legit, for some of them I am only offering one song but at least it has some resemblance to Nicole’s sytle, right?

3) I have biases because some of these are bands I really like so you may not see the same appeal

4) When I say you’ll probably like ___ if you like these songs it can mean by sound or lyrical content

5) Trigger Warning beside songs with an *** this means the song mentions eating disorders, suicide, abuse, or rape. ^^ for NSFW (as in sex). There is a thin line because violet imagery is common and doesn’t count, only if it is definitely about the above things is it tagged as such. Though, I won’t do this for the Nicole songs listed

I did my best!! Hope you enjoy <<33 {huge post below) 

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“There are exceptions” *cough* RIVER SONG IS ONE OF THEM *cough*


“But I’m afraid.”

“Who isn’t? but you’ve still got to face your beast anyway.”


Not to mention that he said river at the beginning of the episode, and yes, i know he was referring to the body of water but i still cant help but notice it and while were on the topic he said sweetie as well in reference to a candy (or something, never heard of it). I’m fine but not really. 

Bill: “They’d have followed the river. That’s what they did.” (Allison taking quotes out of context 2k17)

The Doctor spent 24 years with River. He loves her and no one can tell me otherwise. He stayed by her side. For him she came here after Manhattan, he knows the Doctor she’ll meet in the Library doesn’t recognise her. He didn’t want the last memory she has of a Doctor that knows her to be of Manhattan, or the last memory she has of ‘her’ Doctor to be of one she doesn’t recognise. So he stayed back. The Doctor stayed still with her for 24 years so that she gets to know this him as much as she’s familiar with Eleven.

And after death, she hung on, as an echo to get a final goodbye from the Doctor she has spent more than a 100 years with. She told him 'Till the Next Time Doctor’ in Name Of The Doctor because she knew he had a next time with her. One that stretches over 24 years and he said 'See You Around Professor Song’ instead of a goodbye because he never gives up hope of meeting her again.

If anyone dares tell me that River doesn’t love The Doctor or that The Doctor doesn’t love River, please feel free to unfollow me because that is one fucking amazing love story. It’s adventurous, beautiful and absolutely heartbreaking. It’ll make you cry, it’s meant for legends.

The most beautiful love story ever written. One that doesn’t need a They Lived Happily Ever After, just They Lived Happily because they did. They finally were linear and spent years together being husband and wife.

`I need no map,’ said Gimli, who had come up with Legolas, and was gazing out before him with a strange light in his deep eyes. `There is the land where our fathers worked of old, and we have wrought the image of those mountains into many works of metal and of stone, and into many songs and tales. They stand tall in our dreams: Baraz, Zirak, Shathûr.

`Only once before have I seen them from afar in waking life, but I know them and their names, for under them lies Khazad-dûm, the Dwarrowdelf, that is now called the Black Pit, Moria in the Elvish tongue. Yonder stands Barazinbar, the Redhorn, cruel Caradhras; and beyond him are Silvertine and Cloudyhead: Celebdil the White, and Fanuidhol the Grey, that we call Zirak-zigil and Bundushathûr.

`There the Misty Mountains divide, and between their arms lies the deep-shadowed valley which we cannot forget: Azanulbizar, the Dimrill Dale, which the Elves call Nanduhirion.’

`It is for the Dimrill Dale that we are making,’ said Gandalf. `If we climb the pass that is called the Redhorn Gate, under the far side of Caradhras, we shall come down by the Dimrill Stair into the deep vale of the Dwarves. There lies the Mirrormere, and there the River Silverlode rises in its icy springs.’

`Dark is the water of Kheled-zâram,’ said Gimli, `and cold are the springs of Kibil-nâla. My heart trembles at the thought that I may see them soon.’

-The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, “The Ring Goes South”

Bring Me Back, Part Two: Entanglement

WARNING: Depression (duh), character death (it won’t be a surprise), very mild language (nothing worse than I’ve written before), anorexia and self-harm (mentioned in the narrative but not directly seen), and Jack Harkness (definitely seen). This story might just be a little hard for some people to chew, so read cautiously. Also, just to help you understand the gravity, this is based off of real events in which I was basically this fic’s Jack Harkness.

Also, if I had actual drawing skills instead of just being a maker of tribal-looking paisley patterns, this would be the fic I would draw art for. SO MANY SAD DRAWINGS.

This MIGHT end up being four parts instead of three. I dunno. Shame on me.

More angst, but also some fluff at the end. But mostly angst. Original concept requested by @pianovata

In 1935, physicist Erwin Schrödinger created a theoretical experiment on a paradox of quantum physics, specifically quantum superposition. The experiment theorized a scenario in which a cat is held inside a steel box with a radioactive atom. Whether the cat lived or died was completely dependent upon whether the atom decayed (emitting deadly radiation) or remained stable. Since there is a fifty-fifty chance of either, as long as the cat remains in the box and therefore unobserved by another party, the cat is theoretically both alive and dead at the same time, because neither option can be confirmed or denied until the box is opened. Schrödinger termed this kind of experiment as Verschränkung, which means entanglement.

The Doctor screamed.

He went out. No, he really went out. Not to scream at the skies (well, that hadn’t been the plan), or to exact revenge upon Cybermen (been there, done that). He just went out. Exploring. The Doctor, as usual, but with just a bit more alone-ness than there ought to have been. But that was okay. He needed the alone, because he couldn’t handle togetherness quite yet. Not without you. He thought of going to see Donna and Wilf, but he dismissed the thought when he realized that they would ask where you were. Then they would be mourning too, not to mention that they would both fuss over him horribly. He didn’t want to be fussed over.

He ended up on a planet known for its long nights and amazing night skies. He had been there before, plenty of times, to see the famous stars that danced on blue ink. He had never brought you here, but he had planned to. It was where he wanted to propose to you.

A cliff-side in the middle of fall season was the Doctor’s preferred observation spot. Still warm enough to be comfortable but cold enough that you would have snuggled up against him for warmth. That’s what you would have done. He knew you would have. And you would have liked this place. And you would have liked stargazing with him, and you would have listened while he babbled random trivia about the alien constellations, and whether or not you understood it, you still would have made him feel like the cleverest man in the universe.

Would you have stayed awake all night? He had to wonder, even as he nestled into the soft grass that smelled like pine so that he could gaze up at the glittering sky. Or would you have fallen asleep with your head on his shoulder? And if that had happened, would he have stayed there with you until morning so that you could wake under the planet’s vibrant sunrises, or would he have carried you back to the TARDIS and tucked you in?

A tear rolled down the side of the Doctor’s face and got caught in his sideburn, tickling wetly against his skin. He harshly pawed at his face to rid himself of the sticky tear-track, but even as he did, his eyes stung with fresh tears that burned and welled up and out so that they could streak hotly against his skin.

His lip was wobbling, he realized. His whole face was folding, squinting, trying to rid itself of tears that burned his eyes and were too hot for his skin. The stars above him blurred and he turned onto his side and curled into the fetal position, pressing his face into his sleeves.

“Stop it!” he gasped harshly on a sobbing exhale, humiliated as the tears poured freely and made his sleeves damp. “Stop it, damn you!”

The TARDIS sang a mourning song and the Doctor screamed.

Out, said the TARDIS, out, out, out, out.

“No,” snapped the Doctor, scratching at the stubble on his chin that had grown unchecked in his negligence. “No.”


The Doctor threaded his fingers through his limp, un-groomed hair. His tie was askew, falling off, his clothes were rumpled and unwashed, and there was still blood on his jacket from where you had gotten a nasty cut on the forehead and he had used his jacket to stop the bleeding. He hadn’t meant to let himself fall so completely to pieces, but it had just been so easy to forget, especially without you there to remind him. He hadn’t eaten since… before. Before when, he wasn’t sure, but it had been long enough that the hunger pains had stopped and he no longer felt it. The empty space in his gut was gone, too. It had tightened up and swallowed itself. The idea of eating made him fell a bit sick.


“No, you stupid machine.”

He had been doing better. He really had. But his most recent breakdown had left him worse off than before.


The TARDIS turned on every single alarm that she had until the Doctor was forced to leave in order to escape the noise.

Her name was River Song. When she saw him, she gasped, pressing her hand to her painted mouth as her eyes filled with shine. It was pity and it was terrible and the Doctor hated it. He knew he looked a fright. He had shaved, yes, and gotten his suit into halfway-decent shape, but the shadows under his eyes were dark, like he had taken a few hits, and his skin was pasty and clinging and that the hollows of his cheeks and the spaces between his ribs had drawn in, making him look like he ought to be on a mortician’s slab.

She hugged him, held him close, and he struggled away. He was not for her. He was for you. She didn’t get to hold him that way. And it hurt. Her hands traveled down his sides, stinging the red lines where he had dug his nails into his skin and dragged them across the dipping planes of his sunken ribcage.

That wasn’t the worst part of their meeting.

Professor Song whispered a name in his ear, and it was your name. The secret one, the Gallifreyan one that he had given to you when he decided that he wanted to marry you, the one that he whispered in your ear like a prayer, the one that he taught you how to say so that one day you would have an easier time pronouncing his true name. (Because he wanted to tell you, he wanted, he wanted, he wanted.) She shouldn’t have said that name, it wasn’t for her, and hearing it on the lips of someone other than you or himself made his empty gut twist painfully.

How do you know that name?" He was on the edge of the Oncoming Storm, right on the edge, waiting to fall and become rage and fury incarnate. It would be so easy. He was already falling. "How the hell do you know that name?!”

She smirked at him even as she prepared for her own death (and she was just like that, wasn’t she, that brokenhearted creature who prodded at the empty spaces of his body and just knew?). The death that should have been his. The death that he wanted. She was taking it like she expected no less. "Shouldn’t I know it?“

"That was the name I gave her,” he snarled, torn between hate and despair as she stole a secret that was his but then took it to her early grave of sacrifice in his place. "No one else knows that name, no one!“

She knows it,“ River said.

"She’s dead, damn you!”

There was a great deal of fuss after that. Handcuffs were definitely involved. He insisted, screamed, that time could be rewritten, that this could all be undone, that she could live if only she would just listen to him, but she didn’t listen.

“River, NO!”

“Goodbye, sweetie. You’ll see me again.”

She didn’t listen.

The Doctor didn’t like interventions. They were usually helpful to him, in the end, but while they happened, they could be very unpleasant and certainly unwelcome. Especially when they came from people who cared more about him than they cared about his privacy.

And if there was one thing Jack Harkness didn’t give a darn about, it was privacy.

“You’re a mess,” Jack said. He was in Captain Mode, the Doctor noticed with a painful prickle of irritation running up and down his spine and around his torso. “What the hell, Doc?”

“Get off my TARDIS,” the Doctor muttered, pulling away.

“Your TARDIS called me,” Jack said, tone not allowing for any measure of nonsense. The Doctor scowled, but Jack frowned right back at him. “I thought you were in trouble. I didn’t think you’d be this.”

The Doctor swayed on his feet for a moment, empty and cut under his suit. He felt scabs break and weep thin creases of blood into his skin, following rusty trails of blood that had run and dried in the days before. He reeked of blood, and it made his head spin and he flung himself forward, knocking into Jack’s side.

Jack took the blow and didn’t fall. The Doctor had no strength, no weight, and his whole body falling against Jack was nothing to the captain. The Doctor bit and scratched uselessly, trembling fists batting at Jack, while Jack wrapped one arm around the Doctor’s skinny middle and hauled.

“I’m not your punching bag,” Jack grunted, slapping the Doctor’s fists away as he dragged the smaller man out of the console room. “Just because you’re angry. Where’s your girlfriend, huh? Because if you tried to dump her for her own good, we are going right back and getting her, mister. Pray that she takes your miserable ass back after all the bull you’ve put her through.”

The Doctor whined like a broken electronic shutting down, curling his fingers into the captain’s coat.

“C'mon. How long has it been since you ate?”

“Dunno,” the Doctor murmured.

Jack kicked the door to the kitchen without waiting for the TARDIS to open it, dragging the Doctor at his side as the lights flickered on, dim and gentle. The Doctor dropped limply into a chair, supporting himself on the small dining table, while Jack pushed him into a position that might be more comfortable. He gripped the Doctor’s jaw gently, examining the hollowed face and cringing at what he found.

“You’re dehydrated,” Jack said sharply, scolding, like a worrisome mother who had caught her child playing in the snow without a coat. The Doctor didn’t respond.

The Doctor choked when Jack pressed something into his mouth and suddenly there was water, cold and crisp and filling his throat without being invited. He gagged, spewing water back up and allowing it to dribble out the side of his mouth, before his body suddenly remembered what water was like and how much he needed it. He swallowed greedily, burning his unused throat before soothing it with cool softness. Jack dabbed the spilled water off of his face, gentle, gentle, gentle with the spindly leftovers of what was once a great man.

“What happened, Doc?” Jack asked when the Doctor had finally had his fill of water. The Doctor huffed out small puffs of breath as the water soothed his insides, like a wash over a dirty floor. The dust in his systems was being cleared out.

“She’s gone,” the Doctor rasped.

The color drained from Jack’s face. His mouth opened, closed, opened again, and gasped silently like a fish as his knees trembled. He shook once, violently, before he reached out and gripped the Doctor’s bony arm with all the force of a vice. The Doctor whimpered and Jack immediately released his hold, snatching his hand back like the Doctor’s arm had become a snake.

“… How?” asked Jack.

The Doctor exhaled heavily. “Cybermen.”

Jack hissed angrily. “Did she… did she become one of them or did they… did they delete…?”

“I don’t….” The Doctor curled even further into himself than he already was, drawing his knees up to his chest. “I don’t know.”

At this, Jack stilled. He tilted his head to the side, eyes lighting up oddly. “You don’t… know.”


“You mean you didn’t see her die.”

“They took her away!” The Doctor snapped. “She couldn’t have escaped, she-”

“Nuh-uh!” Jack cut the Doctor off, jumping a little bit on his heels before he knelt face-to-face in front of the Doctor. “So in all likeliness, she’s dead.”

The Doctor snarled.

“Okay,” Jack continued, “but you didn’t see-”

The Doctor rallied strength that he shouldn’t have had and smacked Jack across the face.

“She’s dead, Jack,” the Doctor whimpered, withdrawing as Jack rubbed the red side of his otherwise perfect face. “She’s dead and I don’t know how they did it but I know it hurt her and I know she was afraid and I know she probably died wondering why I didn’t come to save her and I don’t want to know any more.”

Jack stared. The Doctor stared back, brown eyes unable to shed tears.

And then a small smile graced Jack’s face. “Now, Doc, I’m surprised at you. You’re always talking about what a superior Time Lord you are, but you didn’t think of Schrödinger’s cat. Shame one you.”

The Doctor blinked rapidly. “What?”

“Schrödinger’s. Cat.” Jack booped the Doctor on the nose. “Y'know. With equal chances of death and survival, the cat is theoretically both alive and dead as long as it remains unobserved?”

“I know what Schrödinger’s Cat is, Jack, but I don’t-”

“Ah-ah-ah!” Jack scolded. “You didn’t see the cat. The cat is dead, but it is also alive. And this would be completely inapplicable, however… I have a Vortex Manipulator, and you have a big Time Machine. Schrödinger would be insanely jealous.”

Jack jumped up to his feet, bouncing as he went, and snatched a banana off of the counter, which he tossed to the Doctor. The Doctor caught it, barely, and couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to look at Jack or the banana.

“You eat at least three bites of that before I get back,” Jack said firmly, pointing at the banana.

The Doctor cocked an eyebrow at the captain.

“No arguments,” said Jack. “I assume the coordinates of the tragic separation are still in the TARDIS computer?”

The Doctor nodded.

“Good. Off I go, don’t wait up for me, and please eat something. I would hate to have to force-feed you, but that doesn’t been I won’t do it, Doctor!”

And then Jack bolted from the room, leaving a very confuddled Doctor behind with no clue of what was going on. And a banana.

Moffat Era Rewatch: The Time of Angels/Flesh and Stone

“What if we had ideas that could think for themselves? What if one day our dreams no longer needed us? When these things occur and are held to be true, the time will be upon us. The Time of Angels.”

Warning: Spoilers Sweetie

  • Here’s Mike Skinner, making one of the most unexpected and random celebrity cameos in Doctor Who history. Mind you, it’s one that is probably not going to age well. He’s not as famous now as he was in 2010.  
  • Nice shoes. I wonder who they belong to? 
  • “12,000 Years Later.” This entire opening sequence is just Moffat at his very best. Credit should also go to Adam Smith, who directed this two-parter and ‘The Eleventh Hour’, but oddly hasn’t worked on the show since.  
  • Can you imaging the Doctor running around the Natural History Museum shouting “Wrong! Wrong!” at everything? 
  • There she is people, the one and only Professor Doctor River Song. 
  • Again with the thieving, the Doctor is really not a good role model for kids.  
  • Now that is how you make an exit.
  • The Doctor is clearly loving every second of this. No one gets his blood pumping quite like River.  
  • River is better at flying the TARDIS than the Doctor, which makes a lot of people mad, because god forbid someone is better than the Doctor at something, but come on, he is a terrible pilot who won’t even so much as look at the manual. He only ever get anywhere because the TARDIS needs him to. 
  • “Its not supposed to make that noise, you leave the breaks on.” This joke is worth if for Matt’s impression of the TARDIS. 
  • “…that woman is not dragging me into anything.” You keep telling yourself that, Doctor. 
  • “Spoilers!” 
  • This was beach scene was the very first thing they shot and Matt’s hair is almost out of control.  
  • Iain Glen as Father Octavian, one of my favourite DW guest stars. 
  • “Is River Song your wife?” Amy asking the really important questions.
  • And here’s Matt being Matt and breaking the sets. 
  • I wish I would read at the same speed as the Doctor. 
  • Creepy Angel being creepy. 
  • “I’ve got pictures of all your faces” Not all as it turns out. 
  • Love Amy winking in turn. 
  • While the Time Lord and the professor are outside, Amy figures out how to stop the Angel and save herself.  
  • Matt showing off his footie skills. 
  • River got her bedside manner from her dad. 
  • “You’re so his wife” 
  • If Bob is a sacred name is there a Saint Bob in the future? 
  • I have no issue with this episode changing how the Angels kill people. With all the energy from the ship there was no need to send people back in time for food. 
  • Penny in the air…
  • “Oh.”
  • …and the penny drops.  
  • RIP Sacred Bob.
  • “And when you’ve flown away in your little blue box, I’ll explain that to their families.” Octavian has you all figured out, Doctor.
  • “Amy Pond, you are magnificent.” Yes she is. 
  • “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…Me.” One of the Doctor’s best “don’t fuck with me” speeches. 
  •  Damn, this is intense. 
  • “This is a Galaxy class ship” No, this is a Galaxy class ship: 
  • Oxygen factory. Love it.  
  • “I made him say comfy chair” Hehe.
  • This is where Moffat really starts to do things differently from his predecessor. In the previous season the story arc was always a vague something happening in the background, so much so that the main character were often unaware of it until the season finale. Now we have the Doctor not only being aware of the threat by episode five, but he’s even explained what it is, although we are still in the dark as to what exactly caused it. 
  • The Doctor lost his jacket, which was more important than we realised. 
  • “I hate you” “No, you don’t” *Shipper glee* 
  • “I’ll do a thing.” “What thing?” “I don’t know, it’s a thing in progress. Respect the thing.” The Doctor admitting that he makes it up as he goes.  
  • The Doctor has his jacket back. Continuity hiccup or something more?
  • Look at this fucker’s face. Finding out she’s a convict only made her hotter. 
  • They tell her not to open her eyes for more than a second and she has them open for nearly 18. Yes, I counted. 
  • “What other two?” dum Dum DUM!!!! 
  • “Time can be unwritten” 
  •  RIP Father Octavian. 
  • Okay, so now we’ve reached the first of this episode’s two big missteps. Having Amy walk through the Angels with her eyes closed pretending she can see was just silly and make the Angels look a bit thick. Oh, and we never should have seen the Angels move. 
  • “River Song I could bloody kiss you.”
  • Bye bye, Angel Bob. 
  • “You. Me. Handcuffs. Must it always end this way?” *Shipper sobbing*
  • This is a very nice shot:
  • And here is the episode’s other big misstep. Amy throwing herself at the Doctor was not a good idea. Even Moffat admits it was a mistake he would undo if he could. 

Next Time: The Vampires of Venice

The Answer

Pairing: YoungK X Reader

Genre: angst & fluff

Word Count: 1,746

Request: HIII OMFG I LOVE YOU WORKS AHHHH can i request a youngk from day6, an angsty and fluff thing about where he’s in a music rut and cant write lyrics and well something like that i hope thats okay??? thank you! - anonymous

Blank. Both his head and the page of his notebook were blank. It would’ve been better if there were a few scribbles on the paper - a sentence, a melody, a word - anything.

YoungK tightened the strings of his hoodie. The air conditioner running in the recording room dropped the temperature down a few degrees from its usual warm air. With none of the other members present, YoungK was left with his own thoughts to gather and create another amazing song.

A yawn escaped the tired man’s mouth. He tried to wipe the fatigue from his eyes before pressing on the home button of his phone to check the time. His home screen lit up, displaying a photo of him together with his members and his girlfriend on the first day of Day6′s concert tour in Seoul. It was almost 11:30 in the evening.

He usually didn’t feel much stress when it came to writing because the company gave his band enough time before preparing for their next comeback, but this time was different. YoungK was asked to write a special song to give to his labelmates, Park Jimin and Baek Ayeon, for their upcoming duo debut album. He didn’t mind. In fact, it was an honor. He just wished he wasn’t given only a week. Well, it was five days now. Reminded of his deadline, YoungK sighed heavily before reaching for his iced Americano and taking another sip of the half-empty cup.

The dose of caffeine was bought by his girlfriend who stopped by a few hours ago to check in on him. Before, the cup was filled to the top with whole ice cubes. The cup now had condensed water all around the outside, and there was not a single ice cube left. He wanted to go outside, but a part of him knew he could get distracted and that he had to get the song done as soon as possible. “I really don’t know what to do…” he groaned, picking up his pencil.

Actually, he wondered what his members were up to. Were any of them still at the company building or did they already return to the dorm? No, he shouldn’t worry about them. He should worry about the song! YoungK looked at his notebook again. What kind of song would work best to be included in the girls’ album? Pop? Ballad? What should it be about? Friendship? Love?

As he was in his thoughts, he heard a sound from his phone. The screen lit up to show the message you had sent him.

(Y/N) [11:34 PM]

Thanks for leaving me on read the last two texts ;; I know you’re busy tho. Did u leave that studio even once today???

(Y/N) [11:35 PM]

If u haven’t gotten anything done since you were assigned the project, I doubt you’ll get it done by just isolating urself in there… inspiration isn’t found like that

You were sitting in the living room after a shower, watching your favorite variety show on TV. Even though you stopped by to give your boyfriend coffee today, you noticed how exhausted and a little frustrated he looked. You’d go crazy if you were given a sudden deadline for work, too. When you texted the other members, they told you that your boyfriend refused to receive any help on the song. He wanted to please his company so bad, so he asked his own members as well as some of the producers to give him some space which led him to barely eating and leaving that very room he basically kept himself in.

The two texts that he ignored previously was of you asking him to go out and get dinner with you. How could anyone think without any brain food? You thought he’d at least grab some food with you since he loved to eat, especially since you offered to treat him to fried chicken in Sinsadong.

You watched your phone, seeing if he’d respond to your texts, but instead of finding three ellipses popping up, there was a word under your text: read.

Maybe he was really working and you were bothering him. Perhaps an idea finally hit him. You chose to send him the last text for the night.

(Y/N) [11:41 PM]

About to go to bed. Get some rest & pls eat. Will check in tomorrow. Night! :)

The next day, after your classes, you decided to drop by your boyfriend’s company. You received texts from Jae that YoungK needed to get some fresh air, and Jae suggested strongly that you be the one to take him out. I don’t want to go in the recording room again and then end up finding a body, Jae had joked over the phone.

“Knock knock,” you said as you knocked and opened the door to the recording room that you boyfriend was cooped in.

“What are you doing here?” YoungK mumbled when he heard your voice. Instead of looking over at you, he was crossing something off of his paper.

You continued to stand by the door. “Come on. Let’s go. Jae asked me to help you get a little break.”

“I don’t need you here though. I have no idea why Jae needed to call you. Besides, I already took a little break.”

“Yeah, Brian. Um. Bathroom breaks aren’t long enough. Come on. Let’s go get you a change of scenery, some food and some exercise from walking.”

“No thanks.”

Hearing his stubborn refusal, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You walked into the room and kicked his rolling chair. YoungK shot you a look. “Stop! What was that even for? (Y/N), please just go home,” YoungK sighed.

“I will. After you go out with me. Brian, honestly, it’s not going to hurt you.”

“You’re not the one who has half a week to write a song, okay, (Y/N)?! I don’t know if I’m even going to get this done in time. I need to spend all this time in here writing!”

“You haven’t written a single thing yet!” you exclaimed, gesturing to his notebook full of crossed out words. “I’m trying to help you, and you’re being such a jerk about it!”

“Because you keep pushing it!” YoungK countered, voice starting to raise as well. He stood up from his chair which forced you to look up due to his taller height. “I didn’t ask for your help. I didn’t ask for Jae to get you to help.”

You bit your tongue back, trying to calm down. The door was still open, and anyone walking by could hear. That would be embarrassing on the behalf of both of you. You needed to reason with him. Reaching your hands out, you slid them down your boyfriend’s own hands. His cold hands touched your warm ones. “Babe,” you said, “I know how much you want to accomplish this on your own because it’s a big project, and you don’t want to let Jimin or Ayeon down. But tell me. Did all of the songs you’ve written always take more than a week?”

YoungK gripped your hands in his. He sighed. “No, some did take longer, but there were one or two that took me a few days.”

“And did you always stay in this room to write the lyrics?”

“No, sometimes I get an idea in other places. I write anywhere music starts coming to me.”

“Right? So why are you treating this song any different? Honestly, you should getting all the inspiration you can from outside. This room isn’t going to do anything for you. You don’t know what kind of song to do? Watch a movie, read, listen to some other songs, talk to people. That’s what you do.”

Your boyfriend stayed quiet, but you took it as him agreeing with you. Letting go of one hand and keeping the other intertwined, you lead finally led YoungK out of the cold, dark lair with a smile. “You can just come with me this time. After this, I leave it up to you on how you’ll get the song done.”

Watching your boyfriend right across from you under bright lights in a restaurant was way better than under dim lights in a studio. “Eat lots,” you told him as soon as the server placed down the tray of fried chicken. YoungK nodded his head and dived in right away.

After eating, the both of you walked around the Han River for some time, enjoying each other’s company. You didn’t bring up his work, and it felt like the two of you were on a date.

“Did you know that Don asked out Sohye?” you mentioned during your walk.

YoungK let out a laugh. “Wait, really? Don asked Sohye out? Since when?”

“Like…two days ago? I think. Yeah, they’re going out now.”

“That’s good for them. They look good together. Not like us though.”

“Obviously,” you joked while flipping your hair.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you a while ago,” YoungK apologized. “I was stressing myself out even more. Shouldn’t have taken it out on anyone.”

“It’s okay. We all have our days.”

You took a look at your watch and unwrapped your arm from YoungK’s.

“Oops. It’s already four? I gotta get to work now,” you said.

Your boyfriend nodded his head. “Yeah, I probably need to get back to the company. Thanks for today.”

“Oh, wait.” You stopped him and started to reach into your bag. When you finally found what you were looking for, you pulled the item out and showed it to YoungK. “Ta-da! Sohye got me a ticket to go to that new exhibit at the art museum. I can’t go because I work, but I took it because I thought that you could maybe use it.”

You handed him the ticket and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Walking to the curb, you waved for a taxi. As a taxi started to approach, you quickly turned back to YoungK and waved at him. “Let me know how it goes! Love you.”

“Love you too,” YoungK replied and waved at you until you got into your taxi and rode off. Alone, he scanned the art museum ticket. He couldn’t help but smile. He turned in the direction to where the art museum was and began to walk. Like how he felt when he was with you, he had a good feeling that the song would be a great one.


Shinhwa voice theater - The tale of Orpheus and Eurydice

Lee Bon [DJ]: Narrator
Hyesung [HS]: Orpheus
Junjin [JJ]: Virgin 1 / Grim reaper 1
Dongwan [DW]: Virgin 2 / Grim reaper 2
Eric [ER]: Eurydice
Minwoo [MW]: Shepherd / God of the Underworld 

(pardon my English and translation inaccuracies, if any)

DJ: Orpheus is the son of Apollo and the muse goddess Calliope. He possesses a beautiful voice. His father gives him a lyre as a present so he is holding a recital.

HS: Ding-ga ding-ga ding. Hey, come on~~~~

JJ: Oh, omo, oh. Orpheus is singing~ That dance, voice and on top of that his recital skills…it is as cool as Shinhwa. Isn’t it?

DW: Ahahahaha that’s right, it’s impossible not to fall in love with Orpheus after listening to his recital. Woah~

JJ: But what’s the use. But what’s the use. Orpheus is getting married to Eurydice…

DW: Omo seriously?! Is that the truth?!

JJ: Yes… We are all, ah, our efforts are all in vain!

DJ: However,

DW: Ah!!!

DJ: However, not long after their wedding, Eurydice caught an ugly shepherd’s eye.

MW: Eurydice~ Eurydice~ oh you are my love~

ER: You ugly shepherd?!!!

ER: I’m already married!!! Go away!!! My darling Orpheus…I’m going to tell Orpheus!!!

MW: Oh~ I don’t care~ even if there’s a lot of people watching, I’m not scared, why don’t…you just come here~

ER: Ack!!! No!!! Kyakk!!! Ack! Kik!

DJ: While running away, Eurydice got bitten by a snake and died. Orpheus who lost his wife pleaded his sadness to both the Gods and humans.

HS: Please… my pretty and sexy… Eurydice…return her back! Please God…! Minwoo yah, Dongwan ah, Eric ah! Please help me.

DW: Orpheus~! Get yourself together~!. The living should continue living~

JJ: Don’t be like that, what do you think of me? Don’t I look better than Eurydice? I don’t mind if it’s your second marriage.

HS: I don’t need that!! I’m going to the land of the dead and personally search for my wife. My Eurydice~! I can’t be with anyone else but her~!

MC: He descended to the Underworld while singing. The boatman is touched by his song and let Orpheus cross the river. He also receives permission from the keeper of the Underworld gate. Finally the God of Grim reaper too heard his heartbreaking song.

HS: Ah ling-ga ling-ga ling~ Ah ling-ga ling-ga ling~ Hey, come on~ The trapped future~. Hey, come on~ Don’t ever stop~ Hey, come on~ You should protect it now hey hey hey! Yo! Yo! Yo!

MW: (impressed) What’s that song?

JJ: Ah, yes! God of Grim reaper. That is Orpheus singing.

MW: Why is it so heartbreaking?

DW: Oh~ about that. He’s asking permission to find his wife Eurydice, that’s why his singing is so heartbreaking?!

MW: Ah… it’s so heartbreaking…! I’m touched so send his wife to the Earth.

ER: Thank you… God of Grim Reaper!!! Honey!!! I’m here!!! Orpheus!!! Oh my darling!!!

HS: No, this, am I dreaming? Oh God, thank you.

MW: But, wait, I have one condition. Until before you reach the Earth…no; until you reach the Earth, you can’t turn around to look after her.

Members, DJ: Not look after her, he can’t look at her.

HS: Yes, I understand. I will never look back.

ER: Darling,can you really not look at me? When I’m this pretty?!!!

DJ: Oh, I’m really going crazy. Seriously.

ER: Me?!!!

HS: Oh oh, of course I need to hold myself. I need to save you. 

DJ: Orpheus walks in front and the two started off the dangerous road upwards to the Earth without talking at all. But then, just as they’re about to reach the Earth,

HS: E…Eurydice, you’re behind me, right?…

ER: Of course.

HS: You’re not lying, right? Oh, beautiful my sexy~ Eurydice you’re following right behind, right?

ER: Told you so. Just wait a little bit. You can look at my prettier face as much as you like later~~!!!

HS: No, you’re saying you got prettier?

ER: Ee yap—-!!!

HS: I can’t wait! Where, where - Come here my love.

DJ: At last, Orpheus can’t hold himself back and turned around. Eurydice is dragged to the Underworld immediately. But Eurydice does not resent his husband who misses her a lot.

HS: Oh God of Hell. This is practice game. Can’t I do it again?

MW: Of course you can’t, I’m the God, are you, joking with me?

DJ: This time the boatman too, and the keeper of the Underworld gate too, cannot help Orpheus.

DW: What to do? The dejected Orpheus is sitting by the riverbank, refusing all food and drink.

JJ: That’s why, he shouldn’t have turned back…do you know how cold the grim reapers are? I think he won’t have a second chance.

DW: Orpheus~! don’t be like that. You can live with me, I’ll treat you well!

HS: No~ Go away!!!

DW: Then what about me?!

HS: I said go away!!! Ah, so annoying, seriously.

DJ: Orpheus stays away from women, and only lives in his memories. Virgin women persistently asked him for marriage but he coldly dismissed all of them. However since they are women after all, they have quite frightening prides. Some of the rejected women hold grudges and threw spears and stones at him.

JJ: I quit!! I quit!! You think there’s no guy other than you?!! Here, take this stone!!!

DW: Let us show how scary women can be when we’re angry! Here, take my spear!!!

DJ: Orpheus’s limbs were cut and his body thrown into the river. Finally, his spirit enters the land of the dead.

ER: Darling.. you should forget me and move on with your life, why are you following me?

HS: Oh~ Eurydice~ finally I can meet you. I don’t care, be it in hell, if there’s you, I’m fine with it. I love you Eurydice♥

DJ: Now, both of them finally found their happiness, strolling in the field together. Now, there’s no worries about getting punished if he looks at her so Orpheus can look at Eurydice to his heart’s contents.


Those reports of the sun spots and the solar flares. They’re wrong. There aren’t any. It’s not the sun, it’s you. The sky is full of a million, million voices saying yes, of course we’ll help. You’ve touched so many lives, saved so many people. Did you think when your time came, you’d really have to do more than just ask? You’ve decided that the universe is better off without you, but the universe doesn’t agree. River, no one can help me. A fixed point has been altered. Time is disintegrating.

The Quotable Doctor

July 26: Favorite Quote(s). From inspiring (though occasionally self-depreciating at the same time) speeches to classics like “Don’t be lasagna,” what are some of your favorite 12th Doctor quotes?

I’m so glad this says quotes because there’s no way I’d just be able to pick one quote. Here goes:

First quote

DOCTOR: Kidneys! I’ve got new kidneys. I don’t like the colour.
CLARA: Of your kidneys? What’s happening?
DOCTOR: We’re probably crashing. Oh!
CLARA: Into what?
DOCTOR: Stay calm. Just one question. Do you happen to know how to fly this thing?

This quote introduces us to Twelve–gathering facts, making speculations, asking questions, figuring out how to fly (and who to be) by the seat of his pants. That’s Twelve to a tee!

Most hilarious

From “The Husbands of River Song”:

RIVER: Oh, before you come in, you’d better prepare yourself for a shock. It’s not as snug as it looks.
(She goes back inside.)
DOCTOR: Finally.
RAMONE: Finally?
DOCTOR: It’s my go. [He enters the TARDIS] Oh. My, God! Oh, it’s bigger!
RIVER: Well, yes.
DOCTOR: On the inside,
RIVER: We need to concentrate.
DOCTOR: Than it is
RIVER: I know where you’re going with this, but I need you to calm down.
DOCTOR: On the outside!
RIVER: You’ve certainly grasped the essentials.
DOCTOR: My entire understanding of physical space has been transformed! Three-dimensional Euclidean geometry has been torn up, thrown in the air and snogged to death! My grasp of the universal constants of physical reality has been changed forever.
(River has gone down the stairs.)
DOCTOR: Sorry. I’ve always wanted to see that done properly. 

This is the best thing ever. And I re-watched again today at work and was probably turning red with silent laughter (because I was at work). I will think of this and laugh. I’m laughing as I type this. I also appreciate River’s sense of ‘I’m so focused on the mission that I don’t really notice/care how overblown and therefore how suspicious this is’.

Most encouraging

From “Extremis”:

Goodness is not goodness that seeks advantage. Good is good in the final hour, in the deepest pit without hope, without witness, without reward. Virtue is only virtue in extremis.

I know Nardole says the above, but it’s what the Doctor believes and therefore! therefore! counts as a Twelve quote. To me, at least. Especially as he and Missy both reference it in later episodes.


MONK: You are not the Doctor. You are not real.  
DOCTOR: Oh, you don’t have to be real to be the Doctor. Long as you never give up. Long as you always trick the bad guys into their own traps. And here’s the trap you fell into. Your simulation, it’s far too good. [He picks up the sonic shades.] Do you see these? They’re set to record. I’m blind, you see, so I’m psychically wired into these, so my memory print of the last few hours will still be intact on here. Information about you!
MONK: You are not real. There is nothing you can do.
DOCTOR: There’s always one thing you can do from inside a computer. Even if you’re a jumped-up little subroutine, you can do it. You can always [puts on the shades] e-mail!
MONK: What are you doing?
DOCTOR: I’m doing what everybody does when the world is in danger. I’m calling the Doctor. Pressing send. 

It’s encouraging because you don’t have to be real to be the Doctor, and you don’t have to be fictional to be the Doctor, either. We can all be the Doctor.

From “Heaven Sent”:

You must think that’s a hell of a long time.  Personally, I think that’s a hell of a bird.

Of course this is in context of the Doctor punching that wall made of azbantium, but it’s such a great story and such a great metaphor that it’s super encouraging to me.

From “The Doctor Falls”:

No! No! When I say no, you turn back around! (catches up with them) Hey! I’m going to be dead in a few hours, so before I go, let’s have this out, you and me, once and for all. Winning? Is that what you think it’s about? I’m not trying to win. I’m not doing this because I want to beat someone, or because I hate someone, or because, because I want to blame someone. It’s not because it’s fun and God knows it’s not because it’s easy. It’s not even because it works, because it hardly ever does. I do what I do, because it’s right! Because it’s decent! And above all, it’s kind. It’s just that. Just kind. If I run away today, good people will die. If I stand and fight, some of them might live. Maybe not many, maybe not for long. Hey, you know, maybe there’s no point in any of this at all, but it’s the best I can do, so I’m going to do it. And I will stand here doing it till it kills me. You’re going to die too, some day. How will that be? Have you thought about it? What would you die for? Who I am is where I stand. Where I stand, is where I fall. Stand with me. These people are terrified. Maybe we can help, a little. Why not, just at the end, just be kind? 

I’m pretty sure I’ve already written about this, but yes, this speech.

Most loving

From “Face the Raven”:

DOCTOR: Don’t run. Stay with me.
CLARA: Nah. You stay here. In the end, everybody does this alone.
CLARA: This is as brave as I know how to be. I know it’s going to hurt you, but, please, be a little proud of me. 

From “Heaven Sent”:

DOCTOR: If you think because she is dead, I am weak, then you understand very little. If you were any part of killing her, and you’re not afraid, then you understand nothing at all. So, for your own sake, understand this. I am the Doctor. I’m coming to find you, and I will never, ever stop. 

So, look, interpret the kind of love it is as you will, but it’s the Doctor’s love (and grief) for Clara that motivates him to punch the azbantium wall for 4.5 billion years. 

From “The Husbands of River Song”:

DOCTOR: Every night is the last night for something. Every Christmas is the last Christmas
RIVER: But you will. You’ll wait until I’ve given up hope. All will be lost, and you’ll do that smug little smile and then you’ll save the day. You always do.
DOCTOR: No, I don’t. Not always. Times end, River, because they have to. Because there’s no such thing as happy ever after. It’s just a lie we tell ourselves because the truth is so hard.
RIVER: No, Doctor, you’re wrong. Happy ever after doesn’t mean forever. It just means time. A little time. But that’s not the sort of thing you could ever understand, is it?
DOCTOR: Mmm. What do you think of the towers?
RIVER: I love them.
DOCTOR: Then why are you ignoring them?
RIVER: They’re ignoring me. But then you can’t expect a monolith to love you back.
DOCTOR: No, you can’t. They’ve been there for millions of years, through storms and floods and wars and time. Nobody really understands where the music comes from. It’s probably something to do with the precise positions, the distance between both towers. Even the locals aren’t sure. All anyone will ever tell you is that when the wind stands fair and the night is perfect, when you least expect it but always when you need it the most there is a song.
RIVER: So, assuming tonight is all we have left.
DOCTOR: I didn’t say that.
RIVER: How long is a night on Darillium?
DOCTOR: Twenty four years. 

“Every Christmas is last Christmas” is something he learned from his time with Clara. And his maturity in being able to actually come and express his love for River here is a good thing. It just means time.

From “The Pilot”:

DOCTOR: If she died when you were a baby, when did she say that?
BILL: In my head. I’m supposed to look like her, but I don’t really know. There’s hardly any photographs. She hated having her picture taken. But if someone’s gone, do pictures really help?

[he glances at his pictures of Susan and River]

[and then he gets her pictures of her mom!]

This is more an action than a quote, but it’s a tangible moment of his love for Bill, in my opinion. And it’s just so lovely that he (I assume) went back and became friends with Bill’s mom in order to take pictures of her for Bill to have–it’s something that the cue-card-using Twelve of “Before the Flood” would never have done.

From “The Eaters of Light”

That’s the trouble with hope. It’s hard to resist. 

Also interpret the kind of love as you will, but the Doctor loves Missy. That’s why it’s so hard for him to resist the hope that she’s genuinely turned gud. 

Anyway, here are some of my favorite Twelfth Doctor quotes. Better late than never!

a - z get to know me tag

I was tagged by @protectaetae thank you sm !! 

Rules: answer all the questions in a new post and tag blogs you would like to know better!

A: Age - minor

B: Birthplace - Auckland, NZ

C: Current time - 10:15am

D: Drink you had last - water

E: Easiest person to talk to - @pvarrish bc no matter what I say she still has weirder kinks than me

F: Favorite song - save me by bts kalsfjkl;salksdjf

G: Grossest memory - when i was like 8 my family went on holiday to see the great migration and there was this river just full of dead rotting animal caracasses and it smelled so bad :(

H: Hogwarts house - ravenclaw

I: In love - nah

J: Jealous of people - not usually

K: Killed someone - so many

L: Love at first sight or should I walk by again - i have to get to know someone

M: Middle name - kayla

N: Number of Siblings - none

O: One wish - to live a happy life

P: Person you called last - probably ana

Q: Question you’re always asked - are you wearing mascara?

R: Reasons to smile - bts, my friends, my cats :))

S: Song you sang last - mic drop in the shower lmao

T: Time you woke up - 8:30am

U: Underwear color - blue and teal

V: Vacation Destination - Scandanavia

W: Worst habit - biting/picking my nails

Y: Your favorite food - bagels w smoked salmon n cream cheese

Z: Zodiac sign - capricorn

tagging: @gayou @pvarrish @nyavinsky @milklattaes @maknaelne @lovesigns @ijustreallylovejiminsomuchwow @wrapmons @jimins1ove @vlives @11yoong @rapmonstor

  • Aries:
  • *cries and punches the wall*
  • it's a metaphor, i am the wall.
  • Taurus:
  • hello from the other side
  • welcome to the inner workings of my mind
  • don't stay too long or you'll be hurt too
  • *sheds a single tear*
  • Gemini:
  • lol just know i'm better than you k bye
  • Cancer:
  • i need you
  • i want you
  • i hate you
  • but i love you
  • Leo:
  • *vapes and rides away on a automatic scooter without the handlebars* (SMH!)
  • Virgo:
  • i hate everyone
  • don't touch me
  • *snaps consistently*
  • all the rebellious teens love me
  • Libra:
  • *bubblegum princess beat plays*
  • this youth is tortured, like my soul.
  • Scorpio:
  • *freaky sound effects*
  • i'm so alone
  • drugs and sex *blows smoke @ you*
  • just another stereotype...
  • Sagittarius:
  • i take ur girl to the zoo
  • she calls me daddy too
  • i get hoes
  • bang bang
  • Capricorn:
  • everything is gray
  • how about everything is GREY.
  • !!yes i am different!!
  • Aquarius:
  • *hits a trash can*
  • *yodels*
  • mOM IT'S ART
  • Pisces:
  • *sleeps*
  • sleeping is underrated by children
  • it's 8 hours of getting away from your fears