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Does the second half of S4 parallel S1?

it’s strange because the first half of season 4 had A LOT of parallels of season 3 but now this second half? 

The more I think about it, the more it parallels season 1, so here we go.

Losing Friends 

Vs.

Just like Eva Sana is feeling alone and out of touch with the people she loves the most. She doesn’t know how to fix the rift…so she doesn’t, but still she wants to so bad. she misses them and watching them from afar because she no longer can belong with them…is tearing her apart. Just like Eva in season 1.

Social media rubbing their new friends in their faces

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we then get a true sense of the isolation between the two when they both sit at home alone and watch their friends…literally replace them. That’s what it feels like for both Eva and Sana. and after they both see these social media posts and drives them to get up and do something about it. “don’t let yourself be a victim” as doctor phil says to Eva and “don’t live in fear” as Nas tells Sana…it’s too similar and I love it 

Benchy Buddies

vs.

Not only are they both sitting on the same bench, with the same person, on THE SAME SIDE, but it is insane that Isak has served as a focal point in both of their painful dramas of secrets. in Eva’s season Isak revealed her lies to Iben, in Sana’s….Isak still revealed Sara’s lies by Sana getting access of them from Isak’s account. so essentially the truth came out and disaster happened because of Isak in both seasons…w i l d 

Trying to muster up the courage to make things better

vs

I talked about this shot earlier today but oh my god I can’t believe how similar they are. The only difference is the change in time and the main character. This shows how 3 seasons later we are still in the same place. but this time with Sana. How we all feel isolation, misunderstanding and shame and how it never goes away. It is forever and it comes with being human. no matter who you are we all feel this pain, fear, and sadness. Both Eva and Sana felt like outsiders in their school. 

Confiding in someone about their mistake right before it hits them in the face

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Just like Eva, Sana could not hold it in anymore and chose to confide in someone about the saranors2 account. Just like Isak (but with purer intentions) Chris advised Sana to not tell. I actually find this parallel really cool because in season 1 Eva was scared of losing Jonas and Jonas not forgiving her but in this scene Sana is actually afraid of Eva never forgiving her. It is like we have gone full circle in skam world. Eva has gone from the girl begging for forgiveness from her mistakes to…being the one who needs to do the forgiving… hmm

Voicemail

vs

wow, so we have literally gone from season 1 where Eva is calling Isak after the reveal and getting voicemail, to Sana calling EVA after the reveal and getting voicemail. I think this was very intentional. 

Pain 

vs

Eva and Sana both get told that the people they love are incredibly heartbroken with them right now in a very similar way. Both with other people involved (Isak and Chris) and both with a phone…and then they break knowing that forgiveness is not going to be easy and they are both alone. They both fucked up and now they are alone and it is heartbreaking. 

what does this s1 parallel mean? 

Season 1 was the beginning, Season 4 is the end. The parallels are evident and I think it is because Julie wants to remind us why she made skam. Reminding us what it’s really about. I know with the girl squads current behaviour it doesn’t make sense just yet, but it will. and I wonder if this is also reflecting on Eva’s character now? She has gone from the character who we are crying with and hoping to god she can make friends and be happy to….being the girl we are screaming at to listen to Sana and FORGIVE HER. 

which is amazing because Julie is doing what skam has always meant to do. 

she is showing us every single side, corner, and edge of every character on this show. By doing this to Eva though is even more powerful because she was our first main. she is our firstborn who’s pov we all witnessed and now Julie is showing how we all make mistakes, we all get mad, we all are the person who needs to forgive, or the person who needs to talk. and each of these characters have had a turn to be each other if you think about it. 

Because now it’s Eva’s turn to be season 1 Ingrid…who needs to stop, and listen to what Sana has to say as they cry and forgive each other <3 

And when I’m gone... - Bruce Wayne/Batfam x Reader

Summary : The Batfamily’s reaction to your death…

I just wanted to write a sad piece today, because of reasons, so…yeah. Hope you’ll still like it, and that it’s not too shitty :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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You promised you’d fight, and fight you did. With all your energy…but it wasn’t enough. It took you away from them anyway.

As Jason would say : “Cancer’s a bitch”. 

This sickness was wickedly cruel. It gave so much false hope to your children and husband…A few days before you died, you were getting better, doctors were hopeful, you started to really have a chance. You felt better than you ever did in that last year, and you thought that maybe, just maybe, you’d get to see your babies grow up into the wonderful adults you were sure they’d became, and you were going to be able to grow old with your Bruce. However, the disease had another idea, and after this almost miraculous recovery…you got worst than ever and were dead before the end of the week.

Cancer’s a bitch. 

In the span of a short little year, it had taken you to the grave, and left behind six broken men. Or rather, two men and four boys who would have to learn how to be men without you. 

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{PART 18} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (ft. Jackson & the rest of GOT7)

Genre: Angst, slight fluff

Summary; As you, Jackson and Jaebum come to terms with what’s happening, you get let out of the hospital and taste freedom for the first time since your accident. However, you take one step closer to come face to face with Jaebum once again - to hopefully, once and for all, figure out how you’re going to spend the rest of your life.

Please note that this series contains mentions of road/car accidents, amnesia and cheating.

I update this series every Sunday between 9pm-10pm (U.K Time)

This scenario contains text message imagines ^_^

{Part 1} // {Part 17} {Part 18} {Part 19: Next Week}

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On Earth As It Is In Heaven

Demon!Calum AU

Summary: All you wanted was to make a deal and save your boyfriend, but there’s a lot more to your story then you know. He’s waited an eternity for you to find him, but now it may be too late. 

A/N: Contains some violence. Thanks for reading! 
-Bronte

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The sky was a brooding grey color and the wind howled as if telling you to turn back and not to follow through with your last ditch effort at saving the only person in the world that you truly loved. The gravel road crunched under your feet as you walked, gripping the small box that held all the items necessary to complete the ritual. Tonight would be the last night of your life, you assumed, as you buried the box beneath the earth there at the crossroads. You prayed that the legends were true and that these items would allow you to sell the only thing you had that was worth saving human life: your soul. You hadn’t wanted it to come to this, but this is what true love was all about right? Sacrificing all you had for the one you loved? There was no other way. It had to be done.

You and your boyfriend Trey had been together for four years and he was really your only lifeline to the world. Without him, you thought, life wouldn’t be worth living and so you convinced yourself that this was your only option if you wanted him to get better. He had been sick for a few months now and the doctors said he had mere weeks until the disease took him for good.

Begrudgingly, you got up from the ground and looked around for the creature you knew would be meeting you here shortly, shivering in the cold autumn wind.

Just as you thought that maybe this process really was an old wives tail, a raspy voice sounded from behind you, making you turn your head to find its speaker.

“Now what’s a healthy young girl like you doing at a crossroad?” The man was tall and much more handsome than you anticipated, with dark hair and tan skin complete with deep brown eyes and a pearly white smile.

“I’m here t-to make a deal.” You stuttered, practically trembling in your shoes.

“Well what can I get you beautiful? Eternal youth? A bigger house? A lover?” He smirked cheekily but your face remained set into a frown.

“My boyfriend’s dying. I want to save his life.”

His face fell for a brief moment, although he quickly regained composure and continued with his taunting. “Oh she’s the noble type?” He laughed, flashing you his white smile. “Well love, I can certainly save your boy for you, but it’s going to cost you.”

“I’ll give you anything.”

“Perfect. I’ll save your boyfriend and he’ll live a long and happy life. Unfortunately it won’t be with you though because I’ll be collecting your soul here shortly.”

“I’ve accepted that.” You chuckled halfheartedly.

“What? No begging? You could at least try and make this fun for me.”

“Could I at least see him one more time? You know, before you drag me to hell?” You cringed at the thought, but hoped that he would let you see your beloved boyfriend up and healthy again before you were gone from his life forever.

“Sure sweetheart, why not. So, I suppose that means your decision is final?” You could say he looked hopeful that you were willing to grant him your soul, and the thought made you cringe. But it was too late to pull back now. Trey needed you, and you were always one to help the ones you loved.

“It is.” You whispered, almost inaudibly, but the handsome demon grinned nonetheless.

“Then we’ll have to seal it with a kiss sweetheart. Don’t worry, it’s not cheating if you do it for the right reasons.” He wiggled his eyebrows and if the situation had been any less dire, you might have cracked a smile.

“Okay.” A single tear rolled down your cheek at the thought leaving Trey, but you wiped it from your face and stood tall as the demon boy loomed over you, his plump lips ghosting over your own. In one swift movement, he gripped the back on your neck and pulled you into him, crashing his lips with yours. The kiss didn’t feel supernatural, except for the fact that this boy was really great at it, but the idea that this single kiss was changing your life forever was almost too much to handle. With a loud sob, you pushed him away and he stumbled backwards slightly before touching his lips and furrowing his eyebrows together, but his confused expression vanished as soon as you noticed it.

“Well shall we go heal your boy or what?” His voice was shaky, much different from the cocky manner he had been exhibiting the entire night.

“Yes please.”

“My name’s Calum by the way.”

“Y/N.” You mumbled in reply as he took your hand, signifying that he would take you to see your boyfriend.

“Well Y/N, just close your eyes and we’ll be there in no time.”

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You wished you could take it all back. You wished you hadn’t been so stupid as to believe in true love and to believe that one selfless sacrifice would fix everything. But it was too late now.

Calum had taken you directly outside yours and Trey’s shared apartment where you had allowed him to come inside so that he could perform whatever it was he needed to so that the love of your life would be healed. But upon entering your home,  you hadn’t been met with your boyfriend’s smiling face welcoming you into his arms. Instead he had been out of breath and naked, lying beneath a beautiful bronze skinned woman who was equally as naked as he was. He barely even noticed you come in.

You didn’t even hear his words as he tried to apologize, mumbling some incoherent apology and that he had been meaning to tell you for awhile now. They had been planning to run away together before he had fallen ill, but since the diagnosis he saw no point in soiling your memory of him. But now, he was miraculously healed he said, as if the Lord himself had descended from the heavens and driven the sickness from his body. If only he knew that it was no act of God that had saved him, but the sale of your soul to a brown eyed demon that cured him.

You could barely stand. You could barely breath. You had sacrificed your life, your soul, for someone who had no intention to love you at all and now you would pay the price for your foolishness.

Calum guided you out of your old apartment, back into the night air.

“I’m sorry.” He said, but you knew he didn’t mean it.

“What do you care? You harvested a soul either way.” You sobbed, the tears still streaming from your eyes like a floodgate had been opened.

“Betrayal is the ultimate sin where I’m from. There is no forgiveness for betrayal and I would not wish it upon anyone. Especially you. But what’s done is done and now I have to collect.” He spoke somberly and you closed your eyes,willing the tears to stop.

“I’m ready.”

He smirked. “Well sweetheart I actually have some good news for you.” He smiled but you stared at him blankly, forcing him to continue. “Lucky for you I don’t have to bring your soul to hell. Instead, you belong to me now.” He stepped closer to you, taking your chin in his hands and tracing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“I don’t understand I thought you were just a crossroads demon?”

Calum lifted a piece of your hair out of the way and whispered in your ear. “See that’s where you’re wrong sweetheart. I’m much, much more than that.”

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There were a lot of things you wish you would’ve known before you had made that life altering deal with Calum and the fact that he was the right hand man to the devil himself was one of those things. Calum had explained that he was second in command, right under Lucifer, and that he controlled most of the demonic things that happened on earth.

“Lucifer controls hell, but I control the earthly domain.”

“So why were you sent to the crossroads that night? Isn’t that just dirty work for a big shot like you?” You rolled your eyes, not caring whether or not you pissed him off. What’s the worst thing that could happen right? He already owned your soul.

“That’s a conversation for another time, love.” And that’s the only answer you ever got from him. You asked him the question often, but he would always evade the answer telling you that he didn’t have to tell you anything or that all would reveal itself in time, but never a real answer no matter how many times you asked him.

In the weeks following, it was rare that Calum ever allowed you to leave his side. He only left you alone either to return to hell or to deal with a problem that he didn’t think concerned you-neither of which occurred often enough for you liking. He would leave you locked in his room of the small apartment he kept you in when he left, threatening you to stay put with eternal damnation or something similar. Though when he was around he tended to keep to himself, only ever talking to you when he was inquiring about what kind of food you wanted to eat or if you were comfortable enough. He was surprisingly kind for someone who was supposed to be second in command to a legion of demons, you thought, and you kept waiting for him to pull out a bunch of torture devices and do a number on you. But to your surprise, and also to your delight, he never did. Instead, he would cover you with an extra blanket when he thought you were cold, buy your favorite snacks from the store, and allow you to watch whatever you wanted on TV. There was something up and you just weren’t buying his nice guy act. He was a demon from hell for christ’s sake.
He had just come back to the small apartment he had for you and had just sat down onto the worn couch when he noticed you narrowed eyes.

“What?”

“What’s going on Calum?”

“I already told you, you belong to me and that’s all there is to it.” He sighed, his eyes never fully meeting yours.

You raised your voice at him. “No there has to be something else. You’re being too nice to me for someone who supposedly helps rule hell and happens to own my soul.” You shouted.

All of a sudden, Calum shot up, his arm extending and his hand reaching for your throat as his eyes melted into the soulless black that he had yet to show you. His face was a centimeter from yours, his expression hard as he shoved his body on top of yours and pushed you into the cushions. You had never seen his eyes turn black before and it absolutely terrified you. It reminded you that no matter how nice he may seem he would always be the demon that took your soul.

“Is this what you want? You want me to hurt you? To drag you to hell?” His voice was sinister, but with a hurt undertone, almost as if he were a broken hearted lover. “You would rather die and be tortured eternally than be with me? Is that what you want?” He growled, his black eyes raging and his hand tightening around your neck. 

“C-Cal p-please.” You choked, the air dissipating from your lungs as his grip grew even tighter. Your pleading eyes met his completely black ones, and as a single tear escaped from your eye he seemed to snap back to reality. His eyes turned back into the deep brown and his grip immediately loosened.

“I-I hurt you.” He stuttered, brows furrowing as deep purple fingerprints began to form on your delicate skin. “I’m never supposed to hurt you, that’s not how it works. I must be getting worse, I-I…” He muttered, getting up from the couch and taking a few steps back from you.

“What do you mean you’re not supposed to?” You asked, but he was too lost in thought to answer. “Calum just tell me-” He cut you off as he swooped back in towards your neck, his lips suckling on your now sensitive skin. He brushed his fingers over your jawline as the sucking turned into kisses. Immediately, the pain you had felt from his chokehold vanished, the bruises fading until, to your amazement, your skin turned back to its original color.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “It’s not supposed to go like this. But I guess that’s why the heavens are against us right?” He chuckled.

“What do you mean heaven is against us?”

Calum smiled softly, gazing deep into your eyes as he stroked your bottom lip. “Oh my sweet, sweet, naive little girl. How innocent you’ve always been.” You laid your hand over his as he stroked your face, but you still couldn’t understand what he was talking about.

“Calum just help me understand. If I’m going to be bound to you eternally, you might as well let me know what’s going on.” You reasoned just as Calum’s eyes fluttered closed and he let out a prolonged sight.

“Okay I’ll tell you everything. But no interruptions okay? I won’t be able to go on if you interrupt me.” You nodded your head in agreement and he began his story.

“You’ve heard the story of how demons were created right? Lucifer tried to rebel against God, so in return he kicked him and all his followers out of heaven to live eternally in hell and wreak havoc on the earth?” You nodded. “Well, he also decided to kick out those who couldn’t decide where their loyalties lay quick enough.” He grunted, and you almost said something before he continued. “Angels are supposed to love God and only God. We are not allowed to feel any other emotion with the exception of guardian angels to their assignments. For us, that’s where things went wrong. You were so beautiful and I just couldn’t help myself. Long story short, we fell in love, therefore breaking the only rule known to angels. We were able to keep it hidden on for awhile, but you can’t hide anything from God.” He sighed, running his fingers through his thick, dark hair. 

“Wait me? What are you talking about I was never-”

“I said no interruptions darling.” He raised his eyebrows at you and you shut your mouth, hoping he would continue. “He didn’t want to punish you as harshly as the rest of us. You were a prize, even amongst angels and no one wanted to see you descend to hell. So while the rest of us fell from heaven, our wings ripped out or blackened, you were given a second chance. You were always hesitant about disobedience anyways, but some people are just made for each other.” He chuckled, moving a stray piece of hair from your face. “Fortunately for us, God does still have his moments. They don’t call him omnibenevolent for nothing. So he gave us a loophole. He would allow you to live as a human, reincarnated every so often, but without any of your memories of me or of heaven and I would be forced to live under Lucifer’s reign as a demon and watch you live your life without me.”

“How is that merciful?” You scoffed, but he only rolled his eyes.

“You really have a hard time not asking questions.”

“Sorry.” You mumbled, and he grinned.

“The loophole is this. If ever you were to summon me and try and make a deal, then immediately your soul would be bound to mine again like it was before we were cast out.  However, in order for your memories to be returned you would have to willingly fall in love with me again.” He stared bashfully at the ground. He didn’t look like the type to ever be shy, but here he was with his cheeks bright red as he told you that you would have to love him in order to be set free.  

“So it’s all up to me then?” You whispered, shocked that there was a whole part of your life, or your many lives and existences, that had been kept hidden from you for so many years. 

“As it’s always been.”He smiled softly, looking at you like you were once again the angel he had fallen in love with up in heaven. And in his mind, you still were.

“And you’re telling me that in the millennium we’ve apparently been around this is the first time I’ve ever tried to make a deal with a demon?”

“You’ve always been pure like that. I guess that’s what the big man was counting on when he created the loop hole.” Calum scowled. “And of course you finally do and it’s to save another man. I’d kill him if I could for what he did to you, but I can’t say I’m not pleased you’re no longer attached to him.”

You had been trying to push the thought of your cheating scum of an ex-boyfriend to the back of your mind, but you had to admit the thought of his seemed so distant now that you knew the truth. “So if I fall in love with you again, then we both go back to heaven?” You inquired.

“I’m not sure really. I doubt either of us would ever be reinstated, but I do know that we could go free. I’m not sure what happens after that.” He scratched the back of his neck, and you could’ve sworn it wasn’t the first time you’d seen it. Like a flash of lightening, or something even quicker, a memory popped back into your head. He was perched on a branch in a fruit tree, offering you a ripe, round peach with a delicate smile, only this time he had  beautiful, white wings cascading from his shoulder blades and a golden halo hovering above his dark locks. He was stunning and as you took the fruit, he lifted his hand back to scratch his neck before leaning in and whispering in your ear. “I’ll love you for eternity my sweet, sweet angel.”

A loud knock on the apartment door pulled you from your thoughts, and as quickly as the memory had appeared, it was gone again. You looked to Calum and for the first time, you saw a glint of fear in his brown eyes.

“There’s one more thing.” His voice decreased into a whisper. “Your soul isn’t just a ticket for you and I to be free. Legend says that a pure angel who has walked the earth on her own will be the key for any demon to escape hell forever. A lot of people think that’s you which means…”

“That I’m essentially a get out of hell free card.” You finished for him. “Lovely.”

The knocks persisted, turning into heavy pounding before a sickly voice sounded from the other side.

“Calum I know you’re in there. Don’t be selfish boy, why don’t you help an old friend out.” The voice sent chills down your spine, like a cube of ice had been shoved down your shirt and was sliding down your skin.

“We have to run.” Calum sounded distressed as he took your hand and pulled you towards the fire escape in a haste.

“Who is that?” You whimpered as Calum pulled you behind him protectively, checking out the window to see if the coast was clear.

“That, my love, is Death. And it looks like he’s come for us after all.”

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Part 2

Masterlist 

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please read the quote in the photo set then this message:

it doesn’t mean that you don’t matter. it means it’s not about you. you need to be able to put others before yourself. i know this seems like i’m contradicting all of the self help and self love i post about, but i’m not. the greatest form of self love is helping others, and to know that what truly will give your life meaning, is helping others. i can’t stress this enough. i get questions constantly “how can i be happier” “how can i be more positive”, learn that it’s not about you. for the longest time i’ve wanted to be a doctor, and i’ve worked hard towards that goal, and i’ve always told myself the reason i wanted to be a doctor was to save lives, but that isn’t true. the selfish truth is that the only live i wish to save is my own. i feel as though becoming a doctor will give my life meaning, therefore saving my own life. i have completely missed the point. it’s not about me. it was never about me.

Alternate Song Titles for “Razia’s Shadow”

Genesis: I’m not sure what’s going on but it sounds cool

The Missing Piece: Cute couple song

Life is Looking Up: Nothing’s good enough for Ahrima

The Spider And The Lamps: Ahrima Fucks Up

Toba The Tura: Ahrima Realizes he Fucked Up

The Oracle: Prophecy™

A Thousand Year, Minute-Long Intermission: The Only Song in this Musical that has any Chill

The Exit: Adakias is too pure and Pallis is bitter

It’s True Love: Cute couple song Part 2

Meet The King: “Fuck you, Dad, you don’t understand!”

Holy The Sea:  Spooky Brothers Know All

Doctor Doctor: Moral of the Story, don’t trust weird old men who live in a shack in the middle of the woods and claim to be a doctor.

The End And The Beginning: Alliteration, character development, and heartache

or just “Pallis Fucks Up”

markala5  asked:

I'm an emotional wuss & I know this won't be gotten to for a long time but I don't care: GARASHIR PROMPT, sequel (AU, unofficial sequel or whatever, idc) to 'Final Letter' where by some blessing of the universe, Julian gets the damn letter early by accident (I don't care how), gets his damn shit together, comes to Cardassia and saves his stupid, self-sacrificial, lizard boyfriend and they get together FINALLY. *cries some more*

I’ll write it now. I thought of a decent idea and I need to warm up before I get into my original work today. Plus the letter is still fresh on everyone’s mind and I believe all the other prompts I have are for new content. This will be the only time I just ahead like this.

In truth, I was okay with the letter standing alone. I’m not a fan of making everything a happy ending. While I enjoyed writing this, it may not be atypical of me to write happy endings out of every tragic piece I work on. Just a head’s up.

Final Letter

Final Sacrifice

It was warmer than Garak remembered. He must have fallen asleep.

Outside his open window, he caught the laughs of children. They carried across the dry Cardassian heat like grace-filled birds, swooping and fluttering and diving and soaring. Such sounds were foreign to Cardassia Prime for months. A giggle, or any joyous noises, were lost in the dust and debris. Garak once believed they’d be lost forever. But here they were, ever present. He’d helped rebuild that. He helped bring that joy to the world and allowed it to carry. His sacrifices were worth it. Yet…

His heart twinged. Garak’s right hand tightened with the pain, though he didn’t fully tighten it. The pain wasn’t due to the heart’s failure.

The letter. Ah, yes. The one he’d saved to his PADD yesterday morning. The one for Doctor Bashir. That’s what rattled his heart. It would for the remainder of Garak’s short life. There was no doubt in his mind that the post-death letter was the right choice though. He’d sacrificed his connection with the dear doctor when he returned and stayed on Cardassia. There was no other option but to die enfolded in blankets, stowed away in a building standing proud under the Cardassian sun. Julian Bashir had no place there.

Garak tilted his head to the left, towards the open window, towards the childhood laughter. He longed for it to take him away again, to carry him to thoughts of rebuilding, of constructing, of a Cardassian future filled with building bridges and stepping away from their destructive past. He tried to force it, but images of Doctor Bashir reading over his words stifled the comforting thoughts immediately. The poor man. He deserved better.

A noise stopped that pity. A shuffle to his right. Someone was in the room with him, sitting in the bedside chair, likely unaware that Garak was awake. A nurse, probably. Someone of Cardassia who decided to sit with him in case his heart finally did give out. It was only a matter of days until that happened. He supposed they would have to check.

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Everything is Going to be Okay - Kaldur x Reader

Requested by ArtyNerd23 - Can I get a Kaldur fic where he learns you are pregnant with his child? Especially when he thought it could never happen?

“My love, are you well,” Kaldur asks through the bathroom door. He tried the doorknob only to find it locked. When you had sprinted from your shared bed into the bathroom, he didn’t know what to do. 

After some gagging, you answered, “I’m fine, Kaldur.”  You were about to say more, but more of last night’s dinner decided to reappear. 

“Let me in, (Y/N),” Kaldur insists, rattling the doorknob again. Shaking your head, you finished with tears steaming down your face. You hated throwing up. Taking a few deep breaths to make sure you wouldn’t hurl again, you opened the bathroom door to see Kaldur’s worried face.

“I’m fine, honey. I just need to lay down,” you say, feeling Kaldur’s hand on your forehead. 

You brushed past him, going to lay back down on the bed. Kaldur did not look happy as he follows you to pull the blankets back around you. “You’re not fine, love,” Kaldur reprimands. He placed his hand back on your forehead. “Should I call a doctor?”

“No, it’s food poisoning,” you argue, closing your eyes to enjoy the feel of his hand on your clammy skin. “Don’t call a doctor.”

He hummed, not believing you, but he dropped it. “Perhaps I should stay home today,” he suggested, not liking the pale pallor on your face.

You shook your head. “No, the team needs you. I’ll be fine,” you say, taking his hand from your forehead to bring to give it a gentle kiss. A small smile slipped onto Kaldur’s face as he gazed at you with such love and adoration, you wondered how could you get so lucky.

“Alright, but I’ll be home early,” he gave in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You smile tiredly at him as he rose to get ready for the day. 


You were suspicious to say the least. This last week you had been sick to your stomach only to feel better by noon. Luckily, you were able to hide it from Kaldur since the first day, but it was getting harder. You noticed that you were more tired lately, your breasts were tender, you were peeing a lot more than usual, and you were having dizzy spells. It wasn’t until you were late did you realize what your symptoms were.

Of course, you had to have a weird version of the flu or something. You couldn’t be pregnant. Due to an accident when you were younger, you knew you could never have kids. It wasn’t possible. Deciding you couldn’t wait any longer, you bought a home pregnancy test. You mentally prepared yourself for the one pink line, knowing it was going to be there. 

Except you saw two pink lines instead.

You almost fainted from shock. When you recovered, you made an appointment with your doctor, having to make certain it was true. The pregnancy test could be wrong, it could be broken. 

However, the doctor only confirmed the test. 

You were happy to know you were pregnant, but Kaldur and you weren’t ready for this kind of responsibility. The two of you only started living together about six months ago. He was working on leading the team and you were busy going to school. You knew Kaldur would love the child no matter how inconvenient it’s arrival would be, but the timing was so wrong.


Initially, you thought about some cute way to tell him, but you were so tired. The doctor warned that the pregnancy may be more difficult than most due to the accident in your younger years. You had laid down to take a five minute nap, only to wake up three hours later to Kaldur’s lips on yours.

You feel him smile against your lips when you kissed him back. When you two broke apart a few minutes later, you were wide-awake.

“I didn’t expect you back so early,” you say, glancing at the clock to realize how long you been asleep. “Oh, I slept too long.”

“You needed it, love,” he soothes, running a hand through your hair. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” you response, sitting up in bed. Kaldur studied your face before letting you get away with the lie. He knew from how red your eyes were and how pale your face was that something was wrong, but he didn’t want to push you.

Sensing he was dropping the subject, you moved to stand up. “We should…” you start to say before you collapse with black swarming your vision. Kaldur caught you before you hit the floor and carefully lay you back on the bed.

“(Y/N), are you alright,”he asked sternly, not liking the fear that iced his heart when he saw you fall. “Don’t lie to me this time.”

Rapidly blinking your eyes, the black cleared from your vision to see the fear and concern in Kaldur’s face. “I’m…,” you begin before you voice breaks. You clear your throat to continue. “I’m not as well as I used to be.”

“What is it,” Kaldur insists, gently taking your hand. His fears clearly written on his face.

“I didn’t want to tell you like this, but it’s unfair to make you worry so much,” you explain, gazing into his gray eyes. You squeeze his hand. “Kaldur, I’m pregnant.” 

Kaldur’s mouth dropped open as he stared at you with wide-eyes. “How,” he gasped, his eyes drifting down to your stomach.

“I think you know how it happened,” you tease gently, trying to bring a strained smile to your face. Kaldur gently placed a hand on your flat belly. 

“You said you couldn’t have children,” he stated, looking back into your eyes for your answer.

“I thought so too, but the doctors must have been wrong,” you explain as a grin broke out on Kaldur’s face. “Kaldur, are you okay?”

Tears began to fall down Kaldur’s face, making you cry as well. “I’ve never been so happy. When you told me you couldn’t have children, I put that wish aside, but now,” he breaks off to wipe his tears. “I never realized how much I wanted to have a child with you.”

His words break your heart. You begin to sob with joy from his words, sitting up to wrap Kaldur in a hug. He buried his face into your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. 

You stayed like that for a long time until you pulled away from him, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. “I need to eat,” you say, feeling your stomach growl with hunger. 

“That you do,” he reply, scooping you up in his arms to carry you to the kitchen. 

“I can walk, you know,” you remind him playful, enjoying being held in his arms.

“I know,” he presses his lips into your hair. Somehow, you knew everything was going to be okay. 

#SummertimeSlick - Psychic Bond - [Alpha!Hannibal x Omega!Will canonverse au]

Being bonded to an alpha was not in Will Graham’s plans, so when it came to being bonded to a serial killing, cannibal alpha it’s so far from anything he had ever imagined that he just had to give up on planning anything ever again.  (for @hannigram-a-b-o-library)

Being bonded to an alpha was not in Will Graham’s plans, so when it came to being bonded to a serial killing, cannibal alpha it’s so far from anything he had ever imagined that he just had to give up on planning anything ever again.

It didn’t help that Will was also working for the FBI in the behavioural sciences department, hunting said serial killing cannibal alpha. Yeah, Will’s life was a mess.

Turns out messy lives can have varying degrees of trashiness. And of course Will would be sitting atop the biggest pile of rubbish with a trash crown on his head. Will’s beloved, Doctor Hannibal Lecter, was his true mate… his one and only… His soul bond. FML

Little known fact about true mates- you get the extra gift of a psychic bond.

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Here’s why the Doctor loved Clara

(Edit: Apr 20/16. In retrospect, the title of this piece should be more accurately “Here’s why the Doctor was in love with Clara”. He loved everybody, but there are a few where there’s a difference. As this has already been reblogged a number of times I’ll have to leave the title as-is.)

Oh, Steven Moffat, you sneaky so-and-so.

I was just reading another debate over whether the Doctor was in love with Clara or not, or whether the Doctor should or could actually be in love with anyone, etc. And it was mentioned that the Tenth Doctor, in “School Reunion”, stated how, basically, he couldn’t allow himself to fall in love with his companions because he’d just keep on regenerating while they’d grow old and die. “You can spend the rest of your life with me but I can’t spend the rest of my life with you,” or something to that effect. True, he still fell for Rose - but the Doctor often doesn’t follow his own advice.

Fast-forward to Eleven. The fact Eleven was in love with Clara is not up for debate. I’m rewatching Series 7B right now and I apologize if this offends anyone, but if you don’t see it as plain as the nose on your face that the Doctor was in love, you’re not really watching the show. And if you need further proof, the Twelfth Doctor says without ambiguity in “Deep Breath” that when he was Eleven he thought of himself as Clara’s boyfriend. He even refers to himself as her boyfriend when “that phone call” happens. That’s hard canon; it can’t be debated as “Oh, he just meant buddies.” Sorry, folks, you call someone your boyfriend or your girlfriend, and odds are it’s a romance of some sort going on.

So what do we know about Eleven that we learned in “The Time of the Doctor”?

We learned that Eleven was under the belief that he was the FINAL Doctor. That he would never regenerate again. (What of all the regeneration stuff in Series 6? Maybe he didn’t think the aborted “Journey’s End” regeneration counted, or perhaps he had War Doctor blocked from his mind at the time (only for him to be remembered when Eleven went to save Clara inside his time stream in Series 7)). So the statement the Tenth Doctor made - it no longer applied. True, I don’t think he would have expected Clara to live 900 years like he did on Trenzalore, but this is the Doctor we’re talking about - he might well have expected to die within a few years because of a Dalek or some diabolical mastermind. So he opened his heart to someone at last - two someones, actually, including River. So of course the Doctor would allow himself to fall in love with Clara, because he might have been able to spend the rest of his life with her. (An interesting foreshadowing of Clara’s blow-up in “Before the Flood”, eh?) And since the Doctor is the Doctor, regardless of changes, Twelve kept those feelings for Clara and built upon them to reach the crescendo of Heaven Sent and Hell Bent. Ironically leading to a scenario where, even with the Doctor’s now potentially endless regeneration cycle, Clara could actually outlive him. When she suggests she and the Doctor “just fly away somewhere” not only was it an invitation to elope (I looked the word up in the dictionary: that invitation fits the de facto meaning of the word), but she was basically indicating her intent to stay with him forever.

I won’t assume Moffat thought of all this back when he made the decision to combine two characters to create Clara, but man it really hangs together well in retrospect, which all the best classics of fiction are supposed to do.

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I have reached 300 followers so I’m going to share my babygirls story!! This is my baby girl, Amity May Archer born at 22 weeks 5 days on the 4th of November. I’d be having lower pain for nearly a week, My partners mum made me take a test which was negative so I “ knew” I “wasn’t” pregnant. My mum rushed me to hospital thinking it was my kidney, I had blood drawn and 2 hrs later at 2am it was confirmed.. I was pregnant.. My heart skipped when she told me, I had to tell my boyfriend and I cried thinking he didn’t want this but he was just worried about what my parents would say. At 3am I was rushed to another where I spent 3 days making sure it was a viable pregnancy and that it wasn’t ectopic sure enough bubby was fine, I was 3 weeks pregnant. At 7 weeks I woke up to blood, I screamed out to my mum who again rushed me to the hospital after a 3 hour wait I was finally seen by a dr who said I had a bladder infection and that could be the reason for bleeding but I could also be losing her, A wait and see game. I was put on antibiotics to stop the bladder infection but sadly the bleeding didn’t stop I had lots of ultrasounds and watched my babygirl grow. at 16 weeks the bleeding got worse a lot worse it was constant and now there were clots big clots (size ranged from 2cm to 10cm) One night after going and getting baby stuff (bassinet,baby bath, change table ect) A clot came out that I thought was my baby girl,I panicked and put it down the drain and rushed to hospital, Freaking out and thinking fuck I just washed my daughter away.. the nurse held the doppler to my tummy and thankful my babygirl was still there and that clot was just a build up of blood, She was a fighter!! I was so proud. At 20 weeks after my big scan I was told to go to the hospital were I was admitted for anemia and had a blood transfusion, they weren’t concerned about Amity as she was happy and healthy growing inside her mumma. I was meant to be released the next day but because my bleeding was continuing to pour out of me (filling up at least 5 maternity pads a day with blood and clots). They then became concerned that the blood was irritating the placenta or even worse was coming from the placenta at 21 weeks after a week in hospital they finally seen my placenta was peeling off, I had ultrasounds every two days, doppler every 2 hours and blood taken everyday. at about 21 weeks 2days they noticed I had dilated 1cm, They moved up to the labor ward for a day then back down again because my bleeding had slowed after 2 days of being down stairs I had dilated to 5cm (21 weeks 5 days)and my waters were leaking back up to labor ward were I stayed for the rest of my time in hospital, from then on I was told any day now be prepared to have your little girl even though they knew they couldn’t save her. at 22 weeks my waters had official broken completely with the amount of bleeding I had they couldn’t do anything.. They told my partner he could lose both of us, I had a iron transfusion which they said will take awhile before it kicks in. I had spend every night writing to a god that never saved my baby girl I prayed everynight for her to be okay at 22 weeks 4 days at 8pm I was put on a pain killer to numb the contractions, I calles the doctor to see when she thought Amity would come to my shock she said I wouldn’t be surprised if she came tonight or tomorrow.. I was in disbelief, I wanted to yell at her. at 1am that morning I was in labor and at 2:15am I gave birth to my beautiful LIVING baby girl Amity May Archer. She lived three hours within them 3 hours she met her Mum, Dad and Pop, he whole life she only knew love.. True love. She was my 17th birthday present. I spent 9 hours with my daughter, she was held by her great nana, her great pop, her great aunty, both her nanas and my second mum. I then did the hardest thing of my life… I said goodbye to my beautiful daughter for the last time and on that day I died myself. It has taken me 7 months to gain a bit of myself back but I will never be the same again. My smile has a little less happiness because a part of me died with my daughter and I will never be truly happy until I am with her. Mummy loves you Amity, I will love you forever. Rest In Peace my sweet babygirl xxx

The Doctor and Time

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.

(The Husbands of River Song)

The last scene of The Husbands of River Song is not only a beautiful beginning of River’s last chapter, but also a spectacular metaphor which sums up the Doctor’s life, in a way. The singing towers, the wind, the sunset, and music.

Every relationship the Doctor shares with everyone he meets is also a reflection of the relationship between time and the Doctor, the man who doesn’t like endings, who always tears up the last page of a book, and who runs away to chase the endless summer day. He is functionally immortal while almost everyone he shares moments with will certainly leave him, sooner or later. That’s his curse.

He was given a second chance once, but even that would come to an end, he was so aware of and hated it, to an extent that he risked everything and try to get rid of time by running to its end in Hell Bent. And he failed, Clara Oswald told him not to, and he listened, as always, out of love and respect. What’s the message delivered in Clara’s story? To live the most out of life, between one heartbeat and the last. That may be a second, or an infinity. To tell someone you love them while there is still time. That’s the true meaning of second chances.

The Doctor always knew how River’s story was going to end. He kept canceling their dinner in Darillium, taking detours. But this time, he wrote the last page himself. I especially like the line “Married a diamond.” At first, River said she was only married to the diamond, then the Doctor referred himself as the one who married a diamond. River was the diamond, in the sense that she was always indestructible. Then, came the brilliant part, the Doctor used the diamond to initial the restaurant in Darillium. River was the key component maintaining her own timeline, as always. On the other hand, after seeing so many times 12th seemed/wanted to change time to save Clara but what he did actually sustained time itself in series 9, here, he did the same thing again, but more intentionally.

He has learnt something, even if he can’t remember it as a whole. The last hurrah. Second chances. Mayfly’s life. And he is alone, in the end, in every story’s last page. He is the monolith. He is the towers which can’t sing without the wind, yet he takes that as an excuse because he is crying. He is crying because the wind also has its time. Times end, because they have to. The sun must set to rise, but every day is a new one. That’s the rule of time. He has been there for millions of millions of years, through storms and floods and wars and… time. They come passing through his timelines, and then leave, those people he loves and who loved him, for a while, a blip in time to him. Nobody really understands where the music comes from. Nobody can really define those relationships, so we name them using our human vocabularies, to understand them, to cherish their love, to preserve their time. What’s the most beautiful part of those relationships? What cause it? It’s probably something to do with the precise positions, the distance and dynamic between both of them, the Doctor and his companion. Companions, come when he least expects them. But always, when he needs them the most. They happened, at the precise time. Both of them enter each other’s timeline, carrying their own statuses and issues from the specific stage of their lives. 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, but even that, can’t last forever.


Every Christmas is the last Christmas.

I will be the judge of time.

Don’t do it now. We’ve already had enough bad timing.

Nothing’s sad till it’s over. Then everything is.

Because we know summer can’t last forever.
Of course it can. You just have to steal a time machine.

My time is up. Doctor, between one heartbeat and the last is all the time I have. People like me and you, we should say things to one another. And I’m going to say them now.

Every night is the last night for something, every Christmas is the last Christmas.

My diary’s nearly full. I worry.
Please don’t.

Happy ever after doesn’t mean forever. It just means time… a little time.

What Words Can Do in 9 Minutes (text version)

I noticed that I must have deleted the text version of one of my spoken word poems so I’m re-uploading it here.

TRIGGER WARNING.

This is the poem “What Words Can Do In 9 Minutes” I wrote earlier today discussing this:

Two best friends once sat in a room together. One possessed a handgun, the other, a mind full of four years of psychology and writing classes.

This is how an attempted homicide turned into a suicide.

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The ‘code’ the Doctor broke

I was just thinking about something Ohila says to the Doctor in “Hell Bent”. Just before he and Clara escape in their new TARDIS, Ohila say “You have broken every code you ever lived by.”

Note that odd choice of word. Code. She didn’t say “principle”. She didn’t say “rule.” She didn’t say “law” (and the Doctor has spoken before about abiding by the Laws of Time, one of which he tries to demolish by saving Clara.) He also specifically uses the phrase “There are rules” when talking about this sort of thing in “Before the Flood” and “Girl Who Died.”

No - Ohila uses “code.”

Steven Moffat is known for being very precise with his wording, and he had acknowledged that he uses euphemisms rather than direct wording.

The Canadian Oxford Dictionary has numerous definitions for Code, but the relevant one is:

A person’s standard of moral behaviour.

When Ohila accuses the Doctor of going against every “code” he ever lived by … is she accusing him of breaking his own longstanding rule of never falling in love with a companion? (True, Clara isn’t the first, but she’s one of only a select few.) Consider that the Doctor’s rebuttal is about the universe owing him “this” (at the risk of pointing out a moment of objectifying, the “this” is Clara, obviously), and then Ohila talks about giving her hope. Ohila is not talking to him at all about fracturing time and all that. She’s talking about him falling for Clara and turning off his brain in the process.

Food for thought. And I bet someone out there can take this and pull together a Shakespeare parallel.

TOKYO GHOUL - DAYS - PHOTOGRAPH - chapter 3, part 3

So sorry to everyone this is so late in coming! It seems like every time I sit down to type up the summary, I write some Tsukiyama/Kaneki porn instead. But the older parts keep getting reblogs and then I’ll get some new followers and feel the cold needle of guilt in my heart. 

PREVIOUSLY ON TSUKIYAMA’S CREEK: PART 1 & PART 2, King of the School Tamaki Tsukiyama was hilariously trolled by a small teen named Chie and then invited her on a sketchy as fuck outing.

NOW: Part 3 (of 5) (under a read more)

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This right here is one of the greatest people I have had the pleasure to meet. And I’m proud i had the honor of calling him a friend. Tonight, he lost his battle against leukemia, but he definitely fought a good one. He was witty, sarcastic, and one of us. He literally has the best blog ever. He’s the reason i watch doctor who and informed me i couldn’t be his friend until i watched star wars. He was only 15, but he was by far the strongest person you’d ever meet. Simon was a true tumblr, and reaching 100 followers was such a huge accomplishment for him. One thing Simon wanted was to be tumblr famous and to be honest i think he deserves it because he was such a nice guy and im so glad we were blessed to have him in our lives. Rest In Peace man, I love you <3 

Watching School Reunion after having worked with our Lis gave me tingles. Seeing the way the Doctor looks at Sarah Jane for the first time since their parting reminded me of a conversation I had with David Tennant about Lissy when we were filming The Wedding of Sarah Jane Smith. We’d been talking about how Lissy had been the companion that David grew up with watching. By this point Lis had already become a good friend of mine, but hearing David talk about her and seeing how excited he was to be working with Lis put into complete perspective how truly lucky I was to be working alongside her, and just how loved she actually was. Her gentle humility made it so easy to forget that you were in the presence of an icon.

When watching Lis as Sarah Jane I am always so keen to point out that so many of the wonderful qualities that Lis imbued her feisty character with, namely her strength and love for helping people, are true reflections of Elisabeth Sladen herself. The only thing kept at bay is Lissy’s cheeky sense of humour and love of practical jokes! I guess the ‘tamest’ of them would be when she substituted sugar sachets for SALT ones for when Danny, who plays Clyde, was making his usual, rather sugary tea. Let’s just say the costume assistant wasn’t best pleased…

—  Anjli Mohindra (Rani Chandra) on School Reunion in ‘The Doctor: His Lives and Times’
OUAT 3x13: Witch Hunt

Outlaw Queen already like each other!

Regina saves Robin’s son, Roland, from a flying monkey!

And then proceeds to turn that monkey into a toy for Roland!

Roland!

Robin follows Regina into the underground tunnels of her castle.

And tells her the story of how Roland’s mother died.

Regina thinks she has no one.

But Robin’s gonna be her new reason to live.

All these Outlaw Queen scenes are just SO GOOD!

I bet Regina was happy with Robin before this new curse took her away from him. She was finally happy, for once.

In present time, Emma asks where Neal is, which makes Hook look so sad because he thinks, after everything he went through, she still wants Neal. Either that or he knows where Neal is and he’s keeping that secret from his Swan to protect her.

Hook tells the Charmings that after he left them in the Enchanted Forest, he just got on his ship and sailed away.

Until a “bird” brought him the potion and a note telling him to save Emma. WWOTW sent that potion! What if there’s something wrong with it?!

Emma and Hook talk with Charming about Emma almost marrying a monster.

Emma & her dad really are the Storybrooke police force, with Hook’s help.

Emma leaves her boys to go work with Regina, who still has magic, to figure out who really cursed the town.

Meanwhile, Hook, Robin, & Charming work together, in the forest.

By the end, Hook’s back in Emma’s home, like one of the family!

Hook, Emma’s SO pretty, SO smart, SO adorable…

She is “proud” to be Henry’s mom.

But Emma’s life is so hard. All she wants is another nap, or a drink, or both.

She’s having to keep the truth from her son and she’s making everyone else lie to him too.

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