your perfection though

tonight i realized how much i love you
watching you there,
seeing you smile.
tonight i remembered the past,
it’s been awhile now but my feelings have only grown.
i can’t talk about these emotions,
but i think about them all the time.
oh, what a wonderful memory,
when i was yours and you were mine.
—  i am so in love with you,
it’s okay that you don’t feel the same.
as long as you’re in my life, i’ll be okay.
but i can’t help but keep hope.
maybe one day.

That voiceover by Hubby #2 gave me goosebumps, so quick reminders

- Michael never manipulated anyone into doing anything they didn’t want to do. What he manipulated was the outcome of what they did. 

- Michael never pretended to like anyone he abhorred, no matter what he needed from them. Not for one second did he pretend to have a pinch of respect for T-Bag or Bellick or Abbruzzi or Tweener. 

- Michael cared deeply – for people, not about winning. When he cried over Westmoreland dying, that wasn’t manipulation (in fact he almost put his own escape in jeopardy). When he tried to save that guard’s life, he wasn’t manipulating anyone (again, in fact, putting their escape in jeopardy). When he let Tweener into their escape plan, it wasn’t because it would benefit him (it actually harmed the escape), it was because he felt guilty. When he saved Sara’s life during the riot and almost got himself killed, it was because he cared for her.

- Michael struggled to or straight up refused to manipulate those he cared for deeply. He gave Westmoreland the cat with no strings attached except hope (Westmoreland ultimately decided to help because of his daughter). He could’ve taken the keys from Sara when he kissed her but he didn’t because he couldn’t. He couldn’t disguise a real kiss as manipulation.

- When Michael asked her to leave that door open, it was out of desperation. It wasn’t manipulation because he knew she liked him enough to do so – his real manipulation had already failed and this was all he had left.

What the show is trying to do is very clever – trying to make us believe that Michael is a genius sociopath, really – but let’s not forget that we know better. There is no one who feels more deeply; no one whose motivations and intentions are purer. He was not cold, he was not two-faced; he was not obsessed with winning

He may have changed in the meantime but back then, when Sarah knew him, he was nothing like the man Jacob was describing.

“On the Night You Were Born”-an Everlark one-shot

It’s definitely been awhile, but it’s @keelaree‘s birthday and I’m coming out for my girl!

Have mercy…I’m still a little out of my writing element…

Summary: A fateful, rainy night brings an interesting patient into Dr. Peeta Mellark’s ER…

Title—but not plot—taken from the famous children’s book.

 On the Night You Were Born

She walked into the emergency room of Panem Hospital, quiet and unassuming. Her thick, ebony locks pulled into a ropy braid that rested against hunched, exhausted shoulders.

In the hubbub of the lobby, packed with late-night drunken injuries and feverish children with their parents, Dr. Peeta Mellark noticed her right away.

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ooc: @freedomfightersonicart!! @freedomfightersonicart@freedomfightersonicart​ FUCKIN

NOBODY TAKES A DUMP ON MY FAVORITE SILVER ARTIST WITHOUT ME
FUCKIN
GRINDING THEIR HEAD IN THE DIRT WITH SILVER’S BOOT IMA CHAOS CONTROL THEM INTO THE IFRIT DIMENSION IM ASHDUAHudighsuhafdh

Hey hey hey guys Forgive the monstrosity but you need to go send some love to Free because she’s the coolest and most wonderfully talented Sonic artist to breathe on this earth and they have always made me smile and now you need to go make her smile because Anons can be stupid and mean.

ME AND @antakilla LOVE YOU FREE, YOU KEEP ON DRAWIN’ GURL DON’T EVER STOP, YOUR SILVER IS A GIFT TO THE WORLD!!!!

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*Requested* I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the reader is finally in love with Enzo, after Klaus leaves, but he shows up at Y/N’s wedding.

( I wrote this one with a headache on a busy train and it´s short as well, so I apologize if it´s bad. I hope you enjoy nonetheless! Happy reading my lovelies!)

Characters: Enzo x Gender neutral! Reader x Klaus, Reader, Kol, Elijah, Rebekah, MF Gang (mentioned)

Story Title: “I do or I don´t”

Warnings: chliché-ish (on purpose), tiny details altered from the request

Word count:  584

Your name: submit What is this?


It´s your big day, the day every little kid dreams of; your wedding day. You woke up with a big smile on your face this morning and you could not wait to finally get married to your fianceé Enzo.

Everything seems to be planned out perfect. The venue, the cake, the guest.everything. It seems to be your perfect day, and even though you invited your ex-boyfriend family, you hope the day would go by without a fight between them and your friends.

Meanwhile your ex-boyfriend Klaus would definitely disagree on this day being perfect..

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Preference #1

My first set of AHS preferences! These are a bit easier to write than full on imagines, but believe me, I won’t stop writing those! Are these okay? I didn’t want to put in detail but I also didn’t want to just put some meaningless little name without explanation…

Their nickname for you.

Tate Langdon: Sweet Cheeks (hehe) because everything that came out of your mouth sounded like a sweet melody to him. You had sweet cheeks and he would listen to anything that would come out of those lovely lips of yours.

Violet Harmon: Angel, because you were like a Godsend to her, something to distract her from the fact that she was glued to the Murder house forever with the crazy ex that raped her mother. 

(pre and post asylum) Kit Walker: Baby Cakes, because you were known for your amazing sweets, both natural and oven baked *wink wink*.

(pre and post death) Kyle Spencer: Baby, because he always wanted to cradle you in his arms just to know that you were there. All sorts of moods he would hold and rock you, angry, sad, and happy. 

Madison Montgomery: Doll, because she loved your perfect body, and though sometimes you were insecure she would always know the right way to make you believe her. 

Zoe Benson: Babe, and even though it was quite simple she insisted it held meaning because it showed that you were hers, and that no one else could have you. You were her babe.

Misty Day: Flower, because when you two met something burst into growth in her heart for you and grew with time. You were special and beautiful, and she loved flowers. 

Jimmy Darling: Weirdo, because even though you weren’t classified as a freak for your physical attributes, he still knew you were a little weirdo, but he loved you all the same. 

Dandy Mott: Now, Dandy wasn’t a person for romance and nicknames, but when you two were alone and vulnerable (which he hated) he would always find himself calling you darling. 

James March: The love of his life. Yes, at one point he believe he was really in love with the countess, but once he met you, he knew that it was true love then. He strayed from using any names he called the white devil herself, and chose the cheesiest, yet most fitting, nickname for you. 

Tristan Duffy: Sexy, which most of the time made you think he only liked your body, but when you got down and dirty, the thing he yelled out the most was beautiful. He was slightly scared to admit that he was in love with you, and that you were his new drug. 

Donovan: Beautiful, because unlike Tristan, he knew the feelings he had for you and frequently wanted you to know that he loved you with all of his being. 

The Countess: Love, because despite popular belief, Elizabeth was capable of falling in love and you were the one that broke her. Her games of breaking hearts was over once she laid eyes on you, and you had her on a leash more than she did on you. 

(Not doing season six characters because honestly it sucked. Don’t kill me, please.) 

Sebastian Aho #2

Requested by @brooke5bb: Hey! Could you write about Sebastian aho where you meet his teammates and wags maybe at a team skate or something? And make it super cute? Thank you!!

Warnings: Mention of wags who can be a bit mean

Word count: 1729

Author’s Note: So I tried my hardest to make this filled with cuteness. I enjoyed writing it a lot! I hope you like it! Also finding out who wags are on the Carolina Hurricanes was difficult because everyone is is private on their team lol. And lastly I google translated a little Finnish into here so my apologize if it is wrong lol! Enjoy thank you so much for your patience and please request a again :D

Originally posted by temipanarin

In all honesty you should probably have been freezing. You were on ice for God’s sake but you couldn’t feel anything but warmth. Being with Sebastian Aho was the cause of the warmth throughout your body. The Carolina Hurricanes, Sebastian’s team, was having an open skate for the players’ friends and families at the PNC Arena. Sebastian asked you to come. You and Sepe had been going casual for a while, but this was the first time he really asked you to hang out with him involving his hockey life. It was also the first time you’d meet all his teammates and their families. Sure you were nervous but you were more than anything excited. This was the next step in your relationship with Sepe. It wasn’t just hanging around one of your apartments anymore. It was more. It means he saw more with you. You were enough to bring around. That was why you weren’t as nervous as you were excited.

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Live for Love

So I wrote this poem in late April, and I wanted to send this to you to get any feedback. This is a SUPER rough draft, and I am still revising, but I want to send it in anyway. Sorry about how it jumps around between thoughts so much.

I intend to this into a song someday, but I am terrible at writing music, but I will get ti it someday. 😝

This is dedicated to a friend of mine who committed suicide earlier this year.

Live for Love

My life is rather rough,
I haven’t found the key
To living my life
Even somewhat cheerfully.

Ev'ryone always comments
“You’re so optimistic!”
But what they don’t realise is,
I’ve already missed it.

I missed what’s important,
My personal life is a mess.
If my young self could see me,
She would be in distress.

Young children are so eager
To grow up so fast,
But now they look back
And remember the past.

The past was so simple,
The past was so lively,
They’ll look back on those memories
And hold onto them, very tightly.

Now they cherish the past,
They forget all around them.
But right now, one thing matters,
This little poem.

For one of ‘them’ writes this.
Yes, one of those people.
She has told her story,
Now here is the sequel.

The main thing she’s learned,
Besides Netflix in moderation,
Is that you should conquer your world
Without hesitation.

Living in the past
Will bring only pain.
You must fight for your present,
But not for personal gain.

You don’t live for accomplishments,
You don’t live for fame,
You live for your family,
And those you see every day.

You must live in the present,
And learn from the past.
But remember the future,
For it’s coming fast.

What you learned in your
Should now inform your future.
You must apply your knowledge,
Let the past be your tutor.

But don’t grow up too fast.
You must enjoy every moment,
Amidst all of lifes hardships,
Don’t forget your owen enjoyment.

Don’t forget lifes small pleasures,
Go on and sing in the rain,
Eat the last scoop of ice cream,
Don’t settle for mundane.

Ride on the shopping cart,
Give a puppy a kiss,
If you’re consumed by life,
These little moments you’ll miss.

Sing alone with Adele,
Or ACDC if you prefer,
If you neglect these little moments,
Life goes by in a blur.

Remember your family,
Never forget your friends.
If you treasure them properly,
Your relationships never end.

Living for Love
Won’t wipe away strife,
But if you are true
It will save your life.

While you take care of yourself,
And remember your little moments,
Don’t you think for a second
That that’s the only component.

Family is essential,
Friends, a necessity.
In order to be your best self,
You must lean on them, heavily.

Though you can’t pick your family,
You must find some good friends
Who will be there with you
Until the very end.

Now that I’ve talked about family,
I’ve lectured on friends,
I think it is time
For this poem to end.

What I would most love
For you to take away
And remember forever,
In your own little way:

You must live for Love,
Don’t forget the little moments,
Just know that I’m proud of you,
I think you’re brilliant.

Let me make it up to you

A/N: This is a little gift for @bookworm126 because she deserves it. I hope you like it. ♥

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

The Great Hall was still loud and full of cute couples in the morning after Valentine’s Day, but just sat at the Ravenclaw table without your boyfriend, still fuming since he completely forgotten about you yesterday. Leaning on your elbow and looking in the distance, Sirius suddenly appeared next to you, pressing a huge kiss on your cheek and stealing a toast from your plate.

„Morning, my love.”

Still being angry, you only glanced at him for a moment before you buried your gaze into the Daily Prophet in front of you. „Good to know I’m still your girlfriend.”

He raised his eyebrow, chewing on his breakfast. „Why are you mad at me?”

„Whatever.” – you started in a high voice, looking at him now. – „I just thought you could devote some time for me on Valentine’s Day instead of spending it with your friends.”

He stared at you for a minute, regret gathered in his puppy eyes before he could spoke; his voice was low and careful. „Sophia, I swear I didn’t now it’s so important to you.”

You raised your voice. „I didn’t ask „What do you want to do on Valentine’s Day?” several times without no reason!”

„I’m sorry! Look, let me make it up to you.”

He stood up, but you stayed in your seat, shaking your head. „Just forget it.”

„No, I’ll make it up.” – he said; his face was concerned and excited at the same time. „I’ll be right back soon, just stay here.”

He left the Great Hall quickly. Is he really wants to make you feel better by leaving you again? An other half an hour passed, but Sirius was still nowhere, so you went back to your dormitory. You plopped down on your bed with a book, planning an all day reading session, but you hardly read a page when the door of your room brusted open.

„Sirius! How did you get in there?”

He smiled confidently. „I solved the riddle.” – You looked at him suspiciously, so he continued. – „Okay, a first year let me in.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, but couldn’t suppress a little smile as you looked back at your book. He walked closer to you and emptied a huge backpack on your bed, full of chocolates, candies, and nearly every sweats that you could buy at Honeydukes.

You stared the pile in awe. „Tell me you didn’t sneak out to Hogsmeade.”

„I didn’t sneak out to Hogsmeade.” – he started, sitting down next to you. – „But I actually did.”

You closed your book, shot him an angry look. „If you’re here to bribe me with sweets, it won’t work.”

„No, I’m here to bribe you with sweets, kisses, cuddles, and with all of my attention for the rest of the day.” – he mumbled with a sweet tone into your ear. – „Can it work?” He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against his chest and kissed you slowly and tenderly.

„I’m still mad at you.” – you muttered, but your voice wasn’t so convincing now.

„I’m really sorry darling.” – he said, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he held your face in his hand. – „I love you so much. Forgive me please.”

You reached out and ruffled his dark hair, a little smirk on your lips. „You’re an idiot.”

He suppress an urge to say something because you messed up his perfect locks. „Your idiot, though.”

You giggled, shaking your head lightly. „I love you too.” – you said between two kisses before you sat up suddenly. „Now let me eat these chocolates.”

He followed you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder, saying sweet nothings into your ears.

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i’m over 500 oh my god???? that’s like half of a thousand where did y'all come from???? anyways here’s a face reveal bc ya boi is a sucker for ###exposing myself lol
(thinking of doing something to get everyone aquatinted with me when it isn’t late and i can think straight?? lmk)

Some lazy Sunday afternoon sketchy Ten/Rose smooches for you all. :)

anonymous asked:

hey, i hope you don't mind this question, but i really want to ask if you could recommend me any good books? Preferably the types like "Dracula" and "Phantom lady". I liked your book edits, so I wondered if you read more like these. Thank you and sorry for my bad english.

I don’t mind it at all. If there’s anything I love doing, that is talking about books.

I take it you generally enjoy sombre stories better, yes? In that case, I’d recommend you anything by Cornell Woolrich, which is the author of Phantom Lady. Unfortunately, I haven’t had the pleasure to read any of his other works (I don’t know why, but it is awfully hard to get hold of his books, or at least of their physical copies), but he is a renowned thriller writer (so much that, fun fact: one of Hitchcock’s most iconic movies, “Rear Window,” was based on a short story of his). Agatha Christie is another thriller genius about whom I constantly hear wonders (I’ve actually read a bit of one of her novels last year, and although I didn’t finish it, it did feel entrancing and captivating from the very first page). As for books like Dracula, there’s always Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, and you might enjoy Edgar Allan Poe’s tales as well. Some (I repeat: some) of Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes stories have a grimmer tone, too. I’d personally recommend The Hound of the Baskervilles and The Speckled Band. Furthermore, there’s also Stephen Kingㅡa very cliché author, I know, but a master of horror nonetheless. Particularly, I’m not really interested in his work, but you might like it.

I’m rather picky about books and don’t usually read too much of a particular genre to the point I have a very abundant variety of books of that specific genre to recommend. Generally, my reading a book or not is decided simply by whether the story is set in the past, so the literature I consume consists of a wide range of styles. Pardon me if my recommendations sound too simple, but believe me, if you look Christie or Woolrich up, you’ll see that you’ll have plenty, plenty to read.

I hope I have helped you. Feel free to drop by again, if you wish or need to. :) 

P.s.: If you have a little spare time to waste, I’d honestly suggest you browse Amazon for a while. Every time I enter that website I come across about 10 books I want to read in less than 20 minutes. Honestly.

P.p.s.: If you also enjoy denser and more melancholy literature, I’d highly recommend you Clarice Lispector’s works. Her texts are beautifully worded and deeply gripping. You won’t regret giving her a chance, if you do.

anonymous asked:

What are some skills Zed is utterly terrible at? Does he acknowledge the things he's bad at with a certain level of humility, or does he purposefully avoid discussing them/bringing attention to them out of personal pride? Does he have ways he compensates for whatever he lacks, such as looking for people who can do what he can't, or doing self-study, or maybe figuring out a different way to do things entirely to get the same result?

Most things unrelated to fighting/strategising/manipulating, actually! He puts so much time into ensuring he’s the best of the best at what he does that he doesn’t dedicate much time to hobbies/unrelated things. Consequently, he’s not good at a lot of things. To name a few:

  • He can’t draw. At all.
  • He can write formal, politics related letters. He can write journals. He cannot tell stories. Well, he can, but not engaging ones, and certainly not fictional ones.
  • You don’t want to hear his attempts at singing.
  • He’s a good liar, but not a great actor. Like – he can act as a merchant, if he needs to be Not Zed, but it’s not as if you’ll catch him performing Shakespeare anytime soon.
  • He can’t play any instruments. He has tried. He cannot.
  • He is a very average chef. If you give him a recipe, he can follow it, but beyond that? Nah. He can do very, very little food-wise without someone giving him instructions right there and then.
  • His empathy skills are poor.
  • His knowledge of technology may be the worst in Ionia. He’s adopted a lot of it for his temple because it’s easier, but he’s distrustful of it and has never put in any effort into learning how it works. Lightbulbs are honest-to-god magic to him.

…And so on. I wouldn’t say he acknowledges them, no. He’s much more likely to simply avoid bringing them up. Like, in a conversation of food, he doesn’t need to mention that he can’t cook very well – he’ll simply ensure the conversation stays focused on the other party, because people love talking about themselves. 

For areas that he’s lacking skill and requires those skills in his day-to-day life, he does employ people with those skills. He has some very, very good chefs working for him, as well as several talented healers. He purchases antiques and art and books instead of making his own, and one or two of a certain individual’s paintings can be found lying around his temple. 

If it’s something he’s bad at that he can’t very well get someone else to do for him, he studies the hell out of it until he’s good. For example, Zed’s handwriting is impeccable – but that’s only because it used to be the most horrendous thing this side of Ionia and he wanted it to be prettier than Shen’s. Sure, he probably could’ve dictated letters to other people, but that means sharing confidential information, so he overcame it. 

As far as other ways of doing things – that’s not something he really considers until it’s necessary. For example, if he wants to steal a piece of information from someone, and they have… I dunno, anti-shadow magic wards set up, then, yeah, he’ll use an alternative method (ex: calling on traditional ninja skills instead of the shadows), but there’s not much of huge importance to him that he isn’t capable of becoming adept at. He’s a good learner, and consequently, the skills that are of most importance to him, he is good at. He’s stubborn and loathes relying on others, so he doesn’t allow himself to for the vast majority of things.

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Original Request: I’m wondering if you can do an 11th Doctor imagine? You just meet the doctor and hate him because he’s killed your race, his upset because he’s been watching you your whole life, you soon grow feeling for him after him taking you into the TARDIS 
A/N: Sorry, that it got so short!! I hope you like it, though!



Finally you saw yourself confronted with the one man you had searched for your whole life. Right in front of you stood the man that claimed to be The Doctor. There he was, in his silly clothing, looking at you with wide eyes, as if he would know you. As if he could see in your eyes the lifes of all the Dakkeerathi he had left to die.

Your home planet, Dishir Prime, had been destroyed. A victim. Not an intruder. The Doctor had allowed it to die. And with it your race.
You were nothing but a child, as it had happened. You yourself did not remember anything about it and no one knew exactly how you managed to survive the attack.

We were almost certain tou had grown up in Deshir Prime. When you closed your eyes, you still could see the schemes of high buildings, surrounded by hundreds of small huts. You could smell the fragrance of the streets, the fields, the mines. But all of this seemed so faint, so weak, that you asked yourself everytime, if it was nothing but a dream.

You had been a toddler, still barely able to connect thoughts, scared, you had been found on Luminar 5 – or so she’d been told by the habitants of that planet. The Solons’ – they called themselves – were known for their kindness. The Solons assumed, that your parents had sent an emergency ship to save you. At least that was the only logical reason you could have survived. And as time went on you grew up, and you grew nosier. You got into trouble more often than you could actually count with your fingers. It wasn’t that you had a bad childhood in particular. It was just, that you were different.
From what you had learned, the Dakkeerathi had evolved from the original inhabitants of your planet and the race that had once lived on Earth. Somehow their genepool had mixed, and the result had been the Dakkeerathi.
The last human had passed severaly decades ago, their previous home planet dead. Like yours. But you were still there. And you most certainly didn’t plan on dying anytime soon.
Your body resembled that of a human. Two legs, two arms, two feet, two hands, two eyes. Your skin was coloured in a colour that shined brightly, as soon as the light touched it. Normally being a dark emerald green, it would change to a colour no human being had ever invented a word for. Your senses were perfect, your skin soft, though hard to injure. That was who you are.

That was what everyone else used to be. Before The Doctor had blown up your planet.

And finally you had found him. Or rather he had found you. You had strolled along the markets of Hyspero, when, suddenly, you had came across something rather unusal in this part of the galaxis.
It was a big, blue box, standing behind a row of market tents. Since your curiosity hadn’t vanished as you had grown, this weird artefact immediately had awoken your interest.
Slowly you approached it, knocking softly on what seemed to be a door.  
When nothing happened, you tried to open it by the handle, but it was locked. Licking your lips, still eyeing the weird box, a voice suddenly caused you to turn around.
„It’s locked.“
You jumped slightly, staring at the male, who had been smiling at you, almost like a child would when boast with his newest toy to his jealous friends.
You were still thinking, if you should stutter or run, as the man’s eyes suddenly grew wide. He opened his mouth looking as if he wanted to say something, but closed it again immediately after. Confused at this behaviour, you furled your brows.
Hesitating slightly, you stepped closer, eyeing him suspiciously. „Who are you?“, you asked, realising to late, that you were the one lingering around his blue box, not the other way around.
Nonetheless the man didn’t seem offended. Not at all. He just stared at you, before regaining his composure, introducing himself.

„I am The Doctor.“
And with this single sentence, everything inside your mind had snapped.

„Y-You are The Doctor?“, you stuttered disbelieving.
Here you were on a beautiful day, encountering the guy you hated most, while strolling over Hyspero.
The Doctor just nodded. „You know me“, you realised, not being able to do anything else than stare at him. Again he nodded.

„Then you also knew Dishir Prime“, you stated dryly, watching his reaction.
He licked his lips. „Oh yes. I knew. If the Daleks, hadn’t-“
Hearing this lame excuse, something started hammering inside your head, ripping you out of your stiffness.
„Oh, yes. It was the Daleks fault. And who led them there? Who was responsible for them coming directly to Dishir Prime?“
„It was Dishir Prime, or the entire second galaxis.“

Your voice broke and tears of anger started to build in your eyes.
„You could have saved them. You could. But you didn’t.“ The anger welling up further in you, you clenched your fists. „Do you have any idea how it feels like to hear of you?“ A little quieter you added: „Do you have an idea of how it feels like to be the last of your kind?“
To your surprise the look on The Doctor’s face had suddenly changed. Sadly, almost regretting, he looked at you, nodding slowly. „Oh, yes. I do.“ Agast of this sudden change of mood, you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know how much time had passed, before The Doctor started to speak again.
„I saved you.“

You flexed your hands, confused by this sudden change of topic. „What?“
„I landed. Tried to warn your people. But they thought they could handle the Daleks alone. And then I found you. You were lost. Alone. So I took you, and I brought you to Luminar 5. I checked on you every few years. You were growing, you were healthy.“ A small smile twitched around the corners of his lips. A sad smile, though. „You were alive.“
You took a shaky breath, trying to organise your thoughts.

„Is that supposed to make me feel better?“ The Doctor shook his head. „No.“
Again a small smile darted over his face. „But I know of something that could. Come with me. I can show you so much more. Thousands of planets and galaxies. Even your ancestors.“
Shocked you shook your head. Was this man even real?

„Why should I go with you? Why should I even trust you?“
He hesitated. „Because we have a lot more in common than you think.“ After a short pause he added. „And because I want to make up for what I’ve done.“


It needed a lot more of persuasion, but as soon as he had said that he wanted to make up for what he had done, you saw something in his face. Maybe honesty, maybe just regret. But whatever it was, it had caught your attention.
As you finally entered the TARDIS – though not without a slight hesitation – you could do nothing else other than stand inside with an open mouth, staring at what you saw.
„I know, right?“, The Doctor grinned triumphantly.
Still amazed you started walking through the bright room, letting your hand slide over the panel right in the middle. It was amazing.
Suddenly you thought of something.
„Anywhere in time and space, huh?“, you asked, whereupon the Doctor proudly nodded, obviously more than fond of his ship. You bit your lip. This could be your chance.
„Can we go to Dishir Prime?“ Immediately The Doctor’s expression darkened again. Well, it was worth a try. Even before he answered you sighed, knowing what he would say.
„I’m sorry. But no, we can’t.“ To your surprise his face lit up again. „But I can show you something else.“
Enthusiastically he started pushing and turning the buttons and levers at the control panel, leaving you standing in awe, while you watched him, until you felt the TARDIS blast off.



You’ve seen him struggle. You’ve seen him hurt.
And after all this time you had understood, that The Doctor wasn’t an evil man. He was the opposite of it. A way too good man, stuck in too many decisions. And this time, since it had been either one planet, or thounsands of other races, he had made the right one.
You would have been proud to die for the second galaxis. Yet, you lived. And you were thankful for that.

Thinking about all of this, you looked up from the TARDIS screen, turning your gaze to him.
„Hey, Doctor“, you said, a small smile playing around the corners of your lips.
„Maybe you’re not so bad after all.“



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Have a Kevin of the Day - Day Four

 The Day Kevin brought Caesar along

Day 4



Kevin: I’ll be there in 10!
Neil: okay

Neil tied his running shoes and grabbed his keys. “Andrew, I’m going for a run!” From his boyfriend came only a short, noncommittal reply. He had been busy with a new video game recently. This morning however, they both had read a post about Kevin that had gone viral on social media. ‘Kevin Day found his rebound!’ — Awfully soon after he had just broken up with Thea two weeks ago. Last night someone from his team had tweeted that single line and people went crazy about it. Kevin himself had not commented on it yet and Neil was more than a little curious. He went outside to wait for his friend.

Kevin, as usual, showed up on time for their run. What caught Neil’s eye though was the new furry companion at his side. Black and white with blue eyes, a husky stayed close on Kevin’s heels.

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