JIN:“I also only wear earrings on my left ear. It is because, my favourite actors only wore a piercing on one side when I was a child… I thought I also wanted to do that in my life time, so it just what happened now.”
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.
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.
I’ve been so busy between studios. The album was long days, as we were recording everything live full band. We’re talking 11-12 hour days, every day which is like work, studio, home, bed, eat, you know - I have no time for Tinder!
“I see a disconnect from real life connections to people, and that makes me a little worried. I do think social media is an amazing way to stay connected, to learn more things about what’s going outside your little bubble, but sometimes I think it’s too much information.”
Margaret Bourke-White wasn’t just the first woman photographer at Life—
her images dominated the magazine’s inaugural issue when it premiered in November 1936. Her assignment to cover the building of the Fort Peck Dam was meant as a continuation of the kind of industrial documentation she excelled at while working for Fortune, but as the telegrams she sent back to her editors make clear, her interests went beyond the project itself to include the lives of people living in the nearby settlement. The cover image she produced remains iconic, and the accompanying photographic essay helped set the tone for what Life would be as a publication.
The magazine’s editors described her work in their introduction:
Photographer Margaret Bourke-White had been dispatched to the Northwest to photograph the multi-million dollar projects of the Columbia River Basin. What the Editors expected—for use in some later issue—were construction pictures as only Bourke-White can take them. What the Editors got was a human document of American frontier life which, to them at least, was a revelation. Having been unable to prevent Bourke-White from running away with their first nine pages, the Editors thereafter returned to the job of making pictures behave with some degree of order and sense.
Margaret Bourke-White. Telegrams to Dan Longwell. October 27–November 4, 1936. Time Inc. Bio Files. New-York Historical Society.
Life. November 23, 1936. Time Inc. New-York Historical Society.
Processing of the Time Inc. Archive is made possible through the generous support of the Henry Luce Foundation
“I went down to Florida to make this photo after being asked if I had any ideas on what to do with the Beatles as a cover. It was my idea to put them in a pool—but we couldn’t find a heated pool, the water in the pool we did use was cold, and there was always the problem of other press trying to get in. It would have to be a pool that we could close off to everyone else. So, in the end, it was a very quick shoot in a private pool, with the Beatles shivering and singing in the water before jumping out.”
[John Loengard, Time magazine, 5th July 2014.]
LIFE Magazine photographer, John Loengard lines up his famous shot (which he never considered to be very good) and a colourised version of the photo. c. 14th February, 1964.
“Cooking is at once child’s play and adult joy. And cooking done with care is an act of love.” ― Craig Claiborne
Nalu | Chef/RivalsToLovers AU part 1/? words: 1475 rated: M read: all
I can’t even believe it myself, but I am… back?! And it feels great. :’) I know I haven’t written in ages but I hope you haven’t forgotten me entirely my pals my buddies my frends… and this time around I’m writing about one of the great loves of my life: food. ;) Well, maybe not only about food. But there will be food. Yum.
Cooking, despite what some might try to tell you, is an art.
It is art, and it is magic. There is art in an idea, in the careful execution, in the swirls and patterns of thoughtful arrangement on a simple plate. There is magic in old, scribbled recipes that endure time, in the love you pour into your creations, in that first bite. It is in the smiles of the people who taste your food, in the way they come to know you without ever having met you, because you took a part of your soul and held it to their lips.
The art of cooking—
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”
Resisting the urge to hurl her pen against the next wall, Lucy Heartfilia leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. Maybe this was why she had not become a food critic in the end. As much as she loved writing, it did not come easy to her. It was hard. What she could do, however – what she had taught herself to do with passion and endurance – was to create dishes that spoke for her. Or at least she hoped that was what she did. Some days, she didn’t know anymore.
Maybe this wasn’t the best time in her life to be writing an article for a renowned food magazine, when she wasn’t even sure if she deserved to be in it. With a heavy sigh, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and tried to focus on the task at hand.
But she did not finish it that night, or the night after.
“Chef, appetizer for table six is ready to go.”
“Thanks, Cana. Gajeel, ready to go on the main?”
“Cana, send it out. Gajeel, start in five. I want this energy to continue, alright team?”
Lucy was in her element. She was in control. Everything happening was happening as it should; the magic (as she liked to call it) was flowing splendidly tonight. Yesterday’s doubts were still in the back of her mind, the anxiety over that new restaurant across the street a thorn in her side, but for tonight she pushed it all away. This year, she reassured herself, would be the year she would finally earn her first michelin star.
There was no one who could do it like Lucy Heartfilia. No restaurant that could rival The Fairy’s Tail, not in this street or this city or the entire fucking country. She had to believe this.
“Chef. Chef! Lucy!”
Blinking away her stupor, Lucy gave a start. She found herself confronted with the stern face of her head waitress, Aquarius. She swallowed. The scowl on her face bode nothing well.
“The guest at table seven asked to speak to you.”
All that Lucy heard in her tone and bearing was ‘What did you do wrong now, silly girl?’ but she merely nodded and skidded away from the woman’s likely wrath. Lucy might be her boss, but god, could Aquarius still be scary after all these years.
Scary, too, was the prospect of meeting that guest. It didn’t help that Aquarius had not hinted at the nature of the request. Would she be met with a complaint or a compliment?
Pondering this simple yet nerve-wrecking question, she made her way through the kitchen doors and out into the dining area, into her restaurant. For Lucy, it was the kitchen which felt most like home: this was where she lived as much as she worked. But here, amidst neatly decked tables and careful arrangements, amidst the sound of conversation, softly clinking cutlery and low laughter, here was where the soul of her restaurant lay. It felt good to remember that from time to time. Here, what she did felt easy and joyful and right. The blood, sweat and tears that had brought her to this point lay behind her, forgotten easily in the face of what her work could accomplish. Steaming plates, inviting dishes, colourful details… it all looked so simple, despite the hours of thought so many people had put into it. Her food brought people together; it made them smile.
And that was all she had ever wanted, in a way.
The table she was headed for was one of the small ones close to the wall, with the soft emerald cushions. There was only one person sitting there, comfortably lodged between table and wall, looking entirely at peace with the world. Some of the tension dropped off Lucy’s shoulders. His eyes moved and caught her approaching, and the smile that spread across his face lit up his eyes in a way that was, she found, entirely pleasant. A very good, content smile.
Her initial impression, however, was quickly redacted when she arrived at the table and he opened his mouth.
! I know that Gifted is already out and infinity war will be out 2018 but in this story we´re having Gifted being produced after Infinity war is already filmed. it´s important for the storyline but you´ll see :)!
Hell it hit you hard. It hit you like a train and you felt like you could break down any moment. 5 months after the filming for Infinity War was done, you finally moved to Alaska with Darcy and Chris stayed in New York to shoot his new movie “Gifted” .you woke up on a Saturday morning, having breakfast with you daughter as you saw it. An article that made you drop your phone onto the floor.
Chris Evans is dating Jenny Slate
You didn’t want to believe. You couldn't´! This was probably complete bullshit which you should be familiar with because how many times did some stupid magazines wrote alone about your life saying something about that you were dating any co-star you had ever worked with. They loved to write stuff that brought many money and maybe this was something as well but as you kept looking through the different articles from different sides you saw pictures of them walking hand in hand, him kissing her cheek and even an interview of Jenny where she made her relationship to Chris official. How did this slip by? Chris only mentioned her a few times saying she was a great actress but nothing that indicated that he liked her any more than just a friend. And now within 1 week where you haven´t texted or talked on the phone because of his busy schedule and he found the love of his life?
You placed your hands into your face sobbing and feeling your heart breaking into pieces, as Darcy immediately walked over to you, climbing into your lap. “Mummy. Why are you crying.” You simply cried more which caused her to hug you tightly and run your hand through your h/l, h/c hair.
You and Chris were never together no. You had no right to freak out like that but hell you hated yourself for not telling him earlier, moving away and making him find someone better than you. You weren’t angry with Jenny. How could you she was the last person to have anything to do with this but you were angry at Chris for keeping it a secret that he was seeing someone.
He was your best friend and even if he had no feelings towards it would´ve been nice to know from him and not some stupid articles. You have no idea how long you were sitting with Darcy in your arms as your phone started to vibrate and you saw your mothers name pop up on the screen.
“Oh honey..I already knew that you might be miserable right now.”
“This is so unfair mum.”, you sobbed and tried to calm down so you could understand your mother better.
“I know honey I know. He was the last person I believed to do such a thing. Listen. Would it help you if your father and I would visit you already tomorrow and not in 4 days for Darcy´s birthday party? Heartbreak is one of the worst pains and I don´t want you to go through this especially with a toddler.”
“Yeah..that would be nice.”
“Okay my dear. It´s going to be fine. We did this the first time together and we´ll do it this time together. Don´t worry we´re getting ready and will be there tomorrow. I love you. “
“I love you too mum.”
How could Chris treat you like that? He knew what you went through with Liam and that it took you one year to find back into your normal life and right now he was doing the same thing punching and hurting you with his actions. You turned your phone off and went upstairs so Darcy could take a nap while you sat down on the couch, your dog Shakespeare laying on your legs and tears not stopping and continuing to stream down your face.
“Fucking call her!” Sebastian shouted as he slammed his hands onto the table while Chris was holding his phone in his hand. “I tried she is not picking up! Jesus Christ Sebastian I fucked up so hard.” Chris ran his hands through his brown hair grabbing it by the roots and pulling slightly.
“Yes fucked up is the right term to use. What were you even thinking? Of course it wouldn't´ turn out the way the directors wanted it to be. Have you seen the fans? They go crazy hating you for “dating” Jenny. This whole “hey let´s pretend you and Jenny are dating for more publicity” was a stupid idea from the very beginning and you make it even worse by not telling Y/N!”
“I thought it would not turn out this way okay? Jenny is way more into this than she should and now Y/N hates me and probably doesn’t want to see me anymore. I can´t lose her no. No not her. She is the most important thing in my life and I have never been in love so much before.” Chris was pacing around the room trying to text and call you but you did not react. He hated himself probably as much as you hated him in this moment. Maybe even more. This whole thing wasn’t meant to turn out this way just like Sebastian said.
“Thank god you finally said it was it so fucking hard to do that but the only problem here is that you have to tell her and not me!”
“Yeah that would probably be the right solution.”
“Not probably! It is the right solution. Chris I could punch you in the face so hard for being such a stupid cock treating that poor girl like shit, having no balls to grab her and kiss her to finally show her how much you love her! I´m not doing to stand here and watch how you destroy both of your lives. Here.” Sebastian grabbed Chris phone from the table and handed it to Chris.
“You´re going to make a few calls saying that you´re taking a few days off, that the relationship with you and Jenny was never something real and after that you´ll get your stupid ass to the next airport heading over to Alaska!”
I´m not a big fan of angsty-stuff so I´m not that happy with how this turned out but it´s important for the last chapters. It´s probably going to be around 7-8 I´m not sure :)
I´m heading to America for the first time on the 14th-29th and I don´t know how much I´m able to write something. So I might upload on the 19th or the 29th when I´m back I really don´t know and I´m sorry for that but I will upload don´t worry.