shrewd

anonymous asked:

"Aren't you even going to cry?" Xx

The Mill is dark. 

Robert came home, poured himself a drink and sat down. He can’t remember what number drink he is on, but the sun has gone down and the only light in the room is from the streetlamps outside.

It hurts; somewhere in his chest a hole has appeared, a hole left from something recently lost. Maybe he shouldn’t be feeling it at all. Maybe the alcohol will drown it out.

He winces as he takes another sip, winces when the lights suddenly come on and his eyes need a moment to adjust. He can’t help but wince at the expression on Aaron’s face. Anger is the best word to describe it. 

“Want one?” Robert asks, raising his glass towards his husband. At least they are still husbands. 

“No,” Aaron replies curtly, lips thin and eyes shrewd, “thanks.”

“Suit yourself,” Robert mutters. The whiskey burns on its way down, less than it did when he started at least. His nerves are starting to feel less. Good. 

Aaron sits down opposite him, places a hand over Robert’s, squeezes. 

“Robert, I’m sorry -” 

“Don’t,” Robert interrupts. It is unkind but he can’t hear it right now. It is all coming crashing down and he can’t hear it. 

Aaron looks at him, waits, eyes pleading but voice silent. He let’s Robert sit, maybe he knows that this is how Robert needs to handle it. Robert hopes so as he knocks back his glass and sets it down on the table harder than necessary. 

“Talk to me,” Aaron whispers. Robert’s head jerks sideways, a quick shake that reminds him of what he heard, what he knows. He bites his lip to stifle a sob. He can’t cry. Not because of this. 

“Don’t know what to say.”

Aaron moves his chair closer, places his other hand on Robert’s thigh. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” Aaron’s voice is soft, gentle, kind. It cuts through Robert’s barriers more efficiently than he would like to admit. He remains silent nevertheless. “Aren’t you even going to cry?” 

Robert shakes his head, refuses to think about it. Refuses to remember Ross loudly proclaim that the child is his; refuses to remember Rebecca admit that they didn’t - that he didn’t. 

“I shouldn’t cry, Aaron… not over this.” Robert manages to say the words without his chin quivering. “I don’t want to cry because I won’t be a father, I don’t want you to think it makes me sad.” 

Aaron shakes his head, eyes sad as he looks at his husband. 

“You’re allowed to feel, Robert… You have hated yourself for months, and now you know it was all a lie. I’ve seen how it has eaten at you, but it’s over now,” Aaron whispers softly. “You don’t have to hate yourself anymore.” 

Robert’s shoulders shake at Aaron’s words, breaking the dam. He sobs, presses his cheek to Aaron’s shoulder as he wraps his arms around him. Aaron can help him. Aaron always does. By the time he is done Aaron’s shoulder is soggy and Robert feels wrung out, exhausted, broken. 

Aaron makes him some toast and pulls him upstairs. He curls in on himself and can almost feel the hole left behind by his self-loathing and guilt in his chest. The alcohol wasn’t entirely efficient enough then.

He has been hating himself for so long he doesn’t know how to stop. 

Maybe Aaron can help with that too.

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A thousand years or more ago
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;

For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.

While still alive they did divide
Their favourites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?

Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!

Now slip me snug about your ears,
I’ve never yet been wrong,
I’ll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!

anonymous asked:

For each of the Small Council roles, what traits/personalities would you say are best suited to each position? What are the worst traits to have?

Well, I’ve already mentioned the Hand of the King earlier, but the other positions need their own skill sets.

Masters of Coin, for example, need to be absolutely meticulous and detail-oriented and a shrewd negotiator given that they will almost certainly be involved in lucrative foreign contracts and needs to be able to negotiate them effectively. A bad Master of Coin, obviously, would be prodigal or confused by accounting and trade. Hardly unique to martial aristocracies like Westeros, contempt for “counting coppers” is not a good trait to have, the Master of Coin needs to have a respect for acquiring and using coin effectively.

A knowledge of the ins and outs of little details is also important to a Master of Laws, as the little things often make or break a legal decision one way or the other. Medieval law, which is bound heavily into precedent, requires knowledge of said precedent. Arbitrariness and susceptibility to bribes and other corruption would obviously a bad thing for any councilor, but especially dangerous in a Master of Laws.

As Varys mentioned, a Master of Whisperers must be without scruples, a master manipulator with the ability to suss out knowledge through a network of informants, bribes, and good old fashioned cloak-and-dagger while presenting a completely innocent face. Now, this does not have to take the form of Varys, Wyman Manderly provides the counter-example of presenting someone who appears obsequious and most importantly, honest, but is in fact a motivated and effective conspirator. Bad people skills, clumsy intrigue, inability to lie effectively, these would make a poor spymaster.

Grand Maesters need to be well-learned and able to provide good advice. As they are responsible for the welfare of the royal court, they need to understand medicine, and as they are responsible for the rookery, they’d better know how to take care of the ravens. As part of their advice-giving duties, they should have a good command of history, law, finance, and any other matters of state so that the king might rely upon their consuel. Absent-mindedness or just plain poor intelligence are bad traits, but so is being a political partisan, as the Maester’s Oath is built on an explicit guarantee of neutrality.

Lord Commanders of the Kingsguard need to be loyal, brave, and effective swordsmen. Moreover, as the Lord Commander often acts as the king’s fist on the battlefield, they need to be an effective commander, both in small units (commanding the Kingsguard) and large ones (commanding the royal armies in lieu of a king who is too old, too young, not a good commander, or simply somewhere else at the time). Bad ones would be cowardly, poor generals, uninspiring leaders, or political kingmakers who compromise their duties.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

Puck in Petticoats. Margaret Behrens. London: Herbert Jenkins Limited, 1931. First edition. Original dust jacket.

“Percival Soames, the gentleman with a fanciful imagination and a glib tongue, and Ellen Gilchrist, now his wife, whose shrewd and canny ways have endeared her to many readers. The practical Ellen, as fresh and bustling as ever, has a hard time to manage Percival and, in spite of the matrimonial knot which now joins them, there are frequent explosions in the Soames menage.”

Bond’s thoughts turned to Darko Kerim. What a man for Head of Station T! His size alone, in this country of furtive, stunted little men, would give him authority, and his giant vitality and love of life would make everyone his friend. Where had this exuberant shrewd pirate come from? And how had he come to work for the Service? He was the rare type of man that Bond loved, and Bond already felt prepared to add Kerim to the half-dozen of those real friends whom Bond, who had no ‘acquaintances’, would be ready to take to his heart.
—  From Russia With Love, by Ian Fleming 
Wisdoms of a Slytherin #7

Forgive your enemies but never forget their names.

Originally posted by prcfessorlupin

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A thousand years or more ago
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen

With 31 July just around the corner, I’ve been cooking up a lot of Harry Potter-inspired pieces! This House series was so much fun (Oh and you can now get prints of these in my Etsy *wink wink*)

Negative Expressions of the Signs
  • ♈ Aries: Aggressive, forceful, inconsiderate. Immature, offensive and spontaneous tantrums with no apology. Egocentric, boastful and feels entitled. The ram has an ill temper and a hard head; they believe their way is The Way.
  • ♉ Taurus: An affair with greed and sloth. Roots embedded and wrapped around the brain, suggesting unchangeable ways. Clingy of things and people, and little patience when bothered. Too proud to admit faults. The bull has their hooves dug underneath the ground, becoming immovable and unyielding for willful reasons.
  • ♊ Gemini: Contradictory, superficial, and an erratic chatterbox. The nerves are easily irritated, causing a sharp and offensive tongue and volatile emotions. Flightiness; The butterfly that flits from one thing to the next seeks connection coldly from the mind, but not warmly from the heart.
  • ♋ Cancer: Needy, teary, moody and repetitive of unhealthy habits. Cautiousness and hidden paranoia; the crab is scared and selfish, only thinking of their own safety. Conflicting emotions. "I'm so lonely" cries the crab, yet is the one who withdraws into their shell and into the internal womb, never to be seen again.
  • ♌ Leo: Emotional flares, spoiled tantrums, and dramatization of trivial events to play the role of the martyred victim. The ego is self-centered; they must be the king of their domain, to have everything their way. "Hear me roar I am king" says the mere cub, attempting to be a lion.
  • ♍ Virgo: Magnification of the faults of others, yet doesn't see that their judgment, fault-finding and criticism towards others is merely a reflection of the flaws they see in themselves. Shrewd, easily bothered, a fickle & nervous mind, worrisome and bluntly opinionated. "Well, I think..." starts the mercurial maiden, ready to impose their unwanted opinion on another.
  • ♎ Libra: Indecisive, eager to please for personal gain, and forced pleasantness. Characteristically neutral that shows as a form of passiveness to avoid confrontation. Isn't quite sure of what they want. Superficial and dependent on the company of others to avoid loneliness. The instability of the scales reflects moodiness, irritability and inconsistency.
  • ♏ Scorpio: Actions driven by irrational and emotional impulses. Thinks highly of oneself and holds an all-or-nothing attitude. Controlling behavior, underlying paranoia, and internal anger manifesting as visible irritability and frustration. "No one understands me" says the Scorpion, who actively isolates themselves from others.
  • ♐ Sagittarius: Laziness, offensive humor and reckless behavior. Forceful of views & attacks and critically questions the views of others. Boastful, temperamental and self-centered; believes they can never be wrong. Escapism through indulgence. The Ego is inflated and judgment is poor. The centaur preaches and claims to have wisdom, yet through actions show an irresponsible fool.
  • ♑ Capricorn: Superficially concerned with status. Criticizing, selfish and cold. Takes oneself too seriously. Gloomy, worrisome, lethargic, and emit an unwelcoming presence. The saturnian seagoat sees the world as against them, as a mountain blocking their way. "I am unlucky" they sigh, when it is only their consuming pessimism and self-doubt acting as the mountain.
  • ♒ Aquarius: Detached, arrogant, unsympathetic, frigid and erratic in action. Preaches open-mindedness yet expresses opinions in a dogmatic manner. Minimizes serious situations, breaks rules that do not make sense by their flawed standards, and fights for pointless causes. "I seek belonging" says the water-bearer, who purposefully tries to not belong for the sake of individualism.
  • ♓ Pisces: Overly sensitive, teary, and a habit of lying. An open display of indulgence in one's sorrows and misfortunes that reflect a victim complex. Unreliable, lazy and avoids responsibilities through escapism. "I sacrifice so much and get nothing" weeps the fish, who must know that it is not sacrifice if there is reward.
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stars series: Hogwarts founders   ★ Salazar, Rowena, Helga, Godric

“A thousand years or more ago when I was newly sewn, there lived four wizards of renown, whose names are still well-known: Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor, fair Ravenclaw, from glen, sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad, shrewd Slytherin, from fen. They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, they hatched a daring plan to educate young sorcerers thus Hogwarts school began.”

LILITH IN THE HOUSES

1st House, Adrenaline Junkie:
big temper, violent father figure, experiences with violent men in general, parental betrayal, isolation, sexually licentious and immodest, esteem issues, subjects herself to unspeakable disrespect and degradation, violent death

2nd House, Sugarbaby:
fad diets, eating disorders, remarkable sense of taste, some fit the definition of functioning psychopath, often slandered, “come-back kid”, feral “earthy” sex, crimes involving money, success in business

3rd house *Exalted, The Other Woman:
deception, unwed mothers, miscarriage, abortion, death of child, loss of child custody, obsession, an “Eve” wife who knows about a “Lilith” mistress (or vice versa), talented writer/speaker, “shape-shifting”, problems (or abuse) involving siblings, extreme loyalty to siblings, “Lilith” sibling(s), dark humor, extremely clever

4th house *Detriment, Immaculate Misconception:
cold childhood, abandoned by a parent (due to deployment, divorce, or death), “black sheep”, “rags-to-riches” (somewhat uncommon), mixed ethnicity, bilingual, early awareness of difference, frequent problems with obsession, childhood abuse (usually sexual), talent in acting (manipulation), paranormal disturbances (could be demonic), “cursed” lineage, “Lilith” offspring

5th house, Lotto Winner:
“Lilith” offspring, trust issues, paranoia, gambling, incredible luck bestowed at least once, talent with writing, “Lilith” physical appearance ( very dark or red hair, lithe body), children outsmart them

6th house, Ms. President:
rejected by their teachers, exposure to dangerous activities in childhood (or during development of their own Lilith-like qualities), little patience for the mindless routine jobs, switches jobs quickly​, problems with hygiene/health (sometimes), self-preservation, authority

7th house, Mary Magdalene:
may be viewed as a slut even if she is not sexually promiscuous, either the person becomes “Lilith” or looks for someone (often a spouse) to be “Lilith” for them, refusal to share resources with others, wants others to “see the light”, preoccupied with relationships, strong-willed spouse

8th house, Persephone:
intensely intimate, unsettling, may exploit others sexually, may have been threatened as an infant, childhood abuse, power struggle, objectified from a young age, keeper of secrets, attracted to dark people, occult interest, occult gifts, intuition, “Lilith” soulmate

9th house, Bride of Dionysus:
wants to transcend all limits, needs to be revolutionary in ideas, drops out of higher educations because they are bored, switches schools, encounters Lilith-types on long-distance travel, do not remarry, unorthodox philosophy

10th house, The CEO:
miscarriage, envious, power hungry, could be a talented dancer, manipulation of others through the career, ladyboss, Patroness of Illegitimate Children, cold mothers, demise of “Eve”, home-wrecker, perfectionist, shrewd

11th house, Rebel Rebel:
odd sexual fantasies, not accepted by peer groups, greater maturity, “restlessness” with regard to children, marriage to a “friend” or a “friend with benefits” which causes problems, “Lilith” best friend, hatred/suspicion when it comes to trends, groups, and government, vigilant protester

12th house, Mardi Gras Queen:
post-natal depression/psychosis, nightmares, sleeping problems, paranormal disturbances, shadow people, face of “Eve”.. mind of “Lilith”, “Lilith” nature is not recognized by others, hold their friends close and their enemies closer, leader, popularity, lover of costumes and masks, serves others

I’VE REACHED A THOUSAND FOLLOWERS NOW!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

You’re mostly here because of the wonderful @secretsofslytherin but I’m perfectly okay with that! 😘💚🐍

Have a hastily constructed Slytherin Pride post because I have to get off the wifi now apparently.

anonymous asked:

You can believe this or not....but I don't work where I used to work and I am not privy to current developments but I can tell you without a single doubt that whatever Louis Tomlinson has done & whoever he has signed with, it will be a shrewd move. It doesn't surprise me that it's Sony. Sony really really really wanted Harry Styles & Louis Tomlinson. Both. They would have made it very hard to get away. In addition, Syco was determined to hang on to Louis. .../2

2. I was in the room once when Louis out-negotiated a bunch of much older, far more experienced industry types. He was representing the boys. He came in prepared (turns out he’d been canvassing advice for weeks), it wasn’t confrontational, it was quiet, controlled (he is v v controlled), it was “this is what we want, how do we make this happen? thank you.” He wasn’t even 20 at the time. It was shocking. And brilliant. I became a fan that day & have been here ever since. …/3

Yeah, they’ve been through bullshit but they’ve been through a lot less than a lot of other artists. Whoever he signed with. I don’t know this new deal, I don’t know his plans but he is good at this. He considers everything. Last year, he bought them time. This year, I’m sure he didn’t get everything he wanted but, for certain, he got enough. Enough to put his name on it. Which is important to note. As roomfuls of people continually learn, do not under-estimate Louis Tomlinson.


Thank you anon. I have no idea how legit you are, but your message is a bit of balm to the soul. 😘

anonymous asked:

Dr Who but each incarnation is swapped with one of their companions.

omg?? I love it??

The First Doctor: 

She’s not completely unfriendly, exactly, she just doesn’t have time for humans being idiots. In the right circumstances, she can actually be very warm. She loves history, which is lucky because her granddaughter Susan does too (they tell people Susan is her daughter, but even then it’s a bit of a stretch, human ages are weird). Of course, then two of Susan’s teachers follow her home one night, and next thing the Doctor knows she has a crotchety old history teacher and a handsome young science teacher on her spaceship with no way to get rid of them that isn’t morally questionable. 

Whoops? 

The humans help her lose some of her haughtiness. She leaves Susan in the 22nd century to become her own woman. 

Along the way and against her better judgement, she falls hopelessly for Ian Chesterton. He wants to stay with her forever, but she knows it would never work, and encourages him to go with John Foreman in the Dalek Time Machine to get back to his own time. 

Later, in other lives, she checks in on him occasionally. 

The Second Doctor:

The baby face is a problem. It takes a good twenty minutes on a lot of occasions to get anyone to take her seriously. On the bright side, a lot of Polly’s clothes fit her now. 

She finds a best friend in Scotsman Jamie McCrimmon, whose rather naive approach to futuristic technology is extremely refreshing, as is his unique insightfulness. 

After Ben and Polly leave them, they rescue Victoria, who Jamie is utterly taken with. Victoria is unsure about living a life so unsupervised by someone older and won’t listen to the Doctor’s insistence that she is in fact perfectly qualified to look after them all. 

She and Victoria spend a good many nights aboard the TARDIS talking about women’s history and the things to come for women in the future and how women act on other planets. Victoria is fascinated, occasionally horrified, and often quietly thrilled at the things she learns. 

It’s a shame to see her go, but all she ever wanted was a family and security, and the Doctor can’t provide that. 

They meet an eccentric man on a space station, with funny trousers and an obsession with the recorder. The Doctor and Jamie like him instantly, and invite him on board only to learn that the man had been considering stowing away if not invited. 

The Time Lords take her friends away from her. She is forced to regenerate and exiled to Earth, as punishment for her interference. 

The Third Doctor: 

Shrewd, passionately devoted to science, and not one to take kindly to interruptions or anyone trying to talk down to or even disagree with her, it’s a wonder the Doctor even gets hired by UNIT at all. But then again, beggars can’t be choosers. 

On the bright side, this fellow John Smith from Cambridge seems to be the one person around with an actual brain and not just a penchant for attacking first and thinking later. 

They’re friends instantly. Or, they are once she makes it perfectly clear that she is the cleverer of the two. The look on his face when he realises is a memory she’ll treasure forever. 

He eventually leaves to go back to his own research, upon realising she doesn’t need him. 

It’s a shame and she misses him, but then Jo Grant comes into her life. Despite an awful first impression, the two women are soon fiercely devoted to each other. Jo keeps going on about women having to stick together amongst all the army boys, and while the Doctor could usually not care less about gender politics, if it means Jo hangs around her more, then so be it. 

The Master turns up. It’s exhausting and exasperating and oh so much fun

Meanwhile, the Doctor’s told herself to not let herself fall for humans, after how much Ian hurt. But with Jo, it’s impossible not to. (Not that she hasn’t noticed the Brigadier’s lingering stares, or failed to appreciate him in his uniform. But he’s far too professional to ever do anything, and too trigger happy besides.) 

Jo is like sunshine and she’s always there and smiling and pressing herself against the Doctor out of fear or shock, until one day they’re in the supply closet of a spaceship and they’re kissing furiously instead of listening out for their pursuers. 

It’s wonderful, being with Jo. Until Clive Jones comes along, and the Doctor has to tell her to forget about her and marry the nice young man who can grow old with her and give her the life she wants. 

She drinks more champagne than she is proud of that night. 

Luckily, along comes Sarah Jane Smith, who is exactly the kind of human that the Doctor automatically adores. Inquisitive, sharp, and a vocal feminist. What a woman. 

Of course, then giant alien spiders happen, and it’s time for a change.  

The Fourth Doctor:

Or… not. Apparently, she’s doomed to be young, attractive, humanoid, and pale skinned throughout all her lives. There are worse fates, but she wouldn’t mind a little variety, frankly. And being so small is getting infuriating. 

Harry takes a long while to take her seriously, but once he does, he is steadfastly loyal. Sarah Jane takes the regeneration in stride for the most part. 

And after them, Leela, who is so strange and savage but so utterly charming in her honesty. They share a few kisses, but nothing more. 

Then comes Romana. A young Time Lord who looks older than her, is far taller than is sensible, and has an even more absurd grin. She can’t stand him, with his bragging about his grades and thinking he knows everything. 

She soon teaches him that experience wins every time. 

Of course, then he spots some pretty princess on Tara, and next thing she knows, the moment the whole Key To Time mess is sorted, Romana is now a less taller, less ridiculous, utterly beautiful Time Lady in her first regeneration. 

She tries to argue against what she can only consider body theft, or at least copying, but it is a relief to not have to crane her neck up to speak to her companion. 

Romana becomes a most dear friend. She’s missed being around someone like her, someone who understands. It makes it all the worse when she leaves, leaving the Doctor with only Adric and his incessant questions. 

The Fifth Doctor: 

There’s something about this body, a regality, that commands a little more respect than the ones before it, despite it following the pattern of her others. 

Adric’s questions exasperate her, while Tegan’s demands to be taken home are met with gentle requests for patience and promises of Heathrow airport, and this Traken prince she’s picked up is thankfully one of the most polite people she’s ever had in the TARDIS. Decent brain on him, too. 

Tegan’s smile sometimes makes her stomach do backflips. The Doctor ignores it. She’s learned her lesson. It’s almost a relief to see Tegan reach her breaking point and leave, except it isn’t, because for a long while it feels like a part of her is missing. 

Turlough is a curiosity, but a nice one who makes for surprisingly good company in the absence of the others. 

Perpugilliam Brown is a surprise. The Doctor remembers why she has tried to avoid America where possible in her travels. Americans are loud. But in the case of Peri, it involves shouting at the Master, and as such, the Doctor decides that Perpugilliam Brown can stay as long as she likes. 

Between the two of them and soon Erimem, uncrowned Pharaoh of Egypt, they make quite the team.  


The Sixth Doctor:

It’s about time! Finally, a more weathered model. Peri is surprised to say the least, and seems a little disappointed to lose out on her best friend who had until now looked a very similar age to her, but soon realises very little has changed. 

And now she lets the Doctor take care of her a bit better. Thank goodness for that! The maternal instincts in this body are absurdly strong, she has no idea what she would do if she couldn’t express them. 

Now, the borderline narcissistic but quietly lovable history professor she accidentally picks up some time after losing Peri is a trickier matter. Still, at least he shares her love for chocolate cake. 

The Seventh Doctor: 

Bright, bubbly, and able to get most people to like her within ten seconds. Now this is a regeneration she likes. Plus, her most impressive set of lungs yet. Handy, for calling companions who like to wander off. 

She tries to not encourage Ace’s use of explosives, but it’s difficult when she sees how genuinely happy they make the girl. She’s getting soft in her old age, she knows. 

Still, at least her brain makes up for it. She can out-think a computer, easily. The universe is her chessboard and she’ll do whatever the hell she pleases with it. 

The Eighth Doctor: 

She’s a jolly thing. Always keen for adventure, ready to shout at anyone who deserves it, and just wants to have a good time, really. 

After a rather rocky start involving amnesia and kissing the cardiologist who had caused her regeneration in the first place, the Doctor is just minding her own business when she accidentally messes with history. 

It seems that saving this stowaway on the R101 might not have been the best idea after all. But he’s so charming and sweet and genuine, sharing her utter passion for life, that by the time she realises her mistake, she’s not willing to part with him. 

That goes… about as well as one might expect. 

The Ninth Doctor: 

It’s funny, being a weathered old war veteran with a guilty conscience, and simultaneously looking like someone who could be on the front of a magazine. 

Life is hard, after the time war, but she meets a man with big ears and blue eyes and things get better. A lot better. It feels good to smile again. 

The addition of Captain Jack Harkness is an interesting one, but she’s always said the more the merrier. Their other companion is not quite as happy about this development, but before long they’re the best of friends. 

The Tenth Doctor: 

She’s gentler now, somehow. Oh, she has her anger and her snark, and boy does this body have a set of lungs on her. But she’s so much softer, underneath. 

Losing her friends from her last body takes its toll. She at least manages to avoid comparing Martha to them that came before her. Martha is wonderful, always completing even the most impossible tasks that the Doctor puts to her. They part on good terms, after the Master’s ravaging of the Earth. (The Master had not been so impressed with this version of her. He had trouble seeing the strength within, seeing that she was more than the duality of compassion and shouting.) Martha needs to look after her family, and that’s probably for the best. 

And then there’s the skinny idiot in the suit. He actually talks faster than she does, which is absurd, but she wonders if that’s simply because of his questionable family. Perhaps not letting them get a word in is how he survives. 

Either way, they get along like a house on fire. Losing him, wiping his memory and seeing him stare right through her and smile that stupid smile, is almost enough to break her. 

No more companions, she swears. 


The Eleventh Doctor: 

It’s all about fun, now. Impressing the little boy whose garden she crashes in and then impressing him when he’s grown up and has waited 14 years for her. (To hell with her rule about no more companions. Her old self was full of dumb ideas anyway.) 

Oh yes, she likes Rory Williams a lot. And his best friend John isn’t bad either. Mind you, that nose… 

She has her spaceship, and her boys, and life is good. Well, there’s River Song to worry about, but she can never be sure if the archaeologist is more interested in her or John. Just one more mystery, it seems. 

Losing Rory, and then John, is hard. But she knows that they’re happy, and that’s enough. 

The Twelfth Doctor:

Short, bossy, a control freak, and a slight obsession with tartan. Also, her English teacher companion is secretly a rock star wannabe, disguised as a reclusive Scottish nerd. 

What’s a girl to do? 

(Apparently, find out that her best enemy is alive, and now also female. And Scottish like her companion. The first kiss had been… shocking to say the least. The ones after, against her better judgement, decidedly less so.) 

She cares about her companion more than she will ever say, and when faced with losing him, takes things too far. Further than anyone should ever take anything. And when it is all said and done… she can’t remember his face, or his voice, or how he sounded when he mocked how large her eyes were. 

River is there to comfort her, though, in those 24 years on Darillium. 

And then Bill. Brilliant Bill. Oh yes, they make quite the team. And Nardole helps sometimes too. 

Send me an AU and I’ll expand on it! 

anonymous asked:

maybe you meant to type lovely in the tags, but he does sound a bit lonely doesn't he?

No, I meant lonely, and it’s just my observation. I could be totally off.

I feel like Harry’s a very shrewd observer of people, and also an extroverted introvert.

Obviously he’s clever and entertaining when he’s out there telling jokes, performing, sassying muscle men and dads and older couples and charming little kids. And of course we see the public Harry at events and parties who’s a cute, cuddly drunk, who could make an impromptu 20-second video that’s better than anything a Hollywood video director could produce, just by being himself. He’s an endless source of fascination for everyone, really.

But there’s a lot of deflection, subterfuge, indirect reference in his interviews. The fact that he says the person he wrote Sweet Creature for may or may not know it’s about them means he’s never discussed it with them (if you believe Harry). The song comes from direct, personal feelings deepened and purified over time, until they were distilled into three-and-half-minutes of music. It’s the purest way a musician can write a confession. And it’s all interior.

Listen to the lyrics of SOTT, ESNY, Sweet Creature. There aren’t a lot of words. They are simple, direct, and repeated over and over. The harmonies are simple and repeated over and over too. The man knows what he wants to say.

I loved this interview so much because Zach Sang focused on Harry’s creative process, but was respectful of his private space (he seemed to sense where Harry’s do-not-cross tape was). Harry again talked about vulnerability, as if before this, he wasn’t allowed to express it. He also talked about an appreciation for the length of time he had to work on the solo album, and the people who allowed him his voice and vulnerability. The interview showed that all of these songs, feelings, thoughts had been there for a long, long time, but were kept private.

I don’t mean to imply that loneliness is a bad thing. Harry is a songwriter. Suffering, meditation, conflict, interior monologues all make for excellent art. The visual art that he collects and admires has these qualities too– of beauty and courage burnished through loneliness and suffering.

This observation struck me, too, when he was talking about his touring venues– that he has seen some of his favorite shows in these small, intimate, historical, acoustically perfect places.

First, he must have, at some point, thought it would be really cool to play these venues.

Second, he was going to feel less alone with a smaller audience– he was going to be able to convey an intimacy in a setting like that. It wouldn’t be to play to 100,000 anonymous screaming fans. It would be to play for his friends, he said. And he would play– basically the story of his life, to people who held on to his every word. I’d like to think that some of these friends might be the musical giants of history, watching him from above, the very people he venerates.