#esther shrieks*

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 23 Presumed Dead  

Late for day 23 of whumpril.

Back to Mother’s son, this time without either the main Mother or Son.

Centuries after the monster from Finn's nightmares should have died, Finn learns his mother lied when he reunites with Freya.

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It’s 1614 and he’s at a winter’s market in Danmark with Sage, spending his last few days with her before he’s expected to return to his siblings and their tiresome squabbles when he hears a familiar name.

Even after centuries, the name always made him freeze.

“Auntie Freya, why are the vampires out in the day?” a young boy's voice carried to him, clear only because of his superior hearing.

“They must know a witch.” another older boy explained, before adding “Don’t point at them, it’s rude, they’ll eat you.”

“NO!” the voice shrieked causing Finn to wince, as it cried “Don’t let them eat me.”

“No ones going to eat you Kare.” a woman’s voice joined them, “and Nik, don’t frighten him.”

He’s already turning to look before he can think better of it. Something screams at him to look, ignoring Sage’s call of his name in concern he vanished from her side.

Three dark haired children jumped as he appeared in front of them and the lighter hair woman with them, the youngest child let out a scream.

He could feel the power coming from the woman that made it clear she was a powerful witch but that wasn't what had him stuck as he starred at her.

“Ahhh! No don’t eat me, I'm sorry.” he pleaded but Finn could barely pay him any mind as he realised who was standing in front of him, looking back at him with the same shock.

“Finn?” she choked out tears appearing in her eyes.

“Freya?” he echoed back in shock, this wasn’t possible, mother said she was dead, Dahlia would have killed her after she took her, the same with Elijah.

But somehow here she was, grown up more than he had ever dreamed.

The reunion was cut as it was more instinct that saved him from the small ball of flame the oldest child summoned, his hand closed around the much smaller one and he truly took in the three with her.

Three pairs of dark eyes watched him, a boy and a girl around early teens, matching dark straight brown hair while the smallest one hid behind the girl, a sister he thought, a few years younger, a mess of dark brown curls being the only thing that separated him from matching his siblings.

Something about seeing fear in the youngest eyes reminded him of someone. 

His last memory of Elijah, the quiet “Finn” as Dahlia explained why she had come.

Elijah, looking at Finn seconds before he walked away with Dahlia. Finn stared more as he noticed it wasn’t just the same age, besides the curls and dark blue eyes the boy was a copy of Finn’s lost little brother.

His eyes moved to the older two who both met his eyes with Elijah’s suspicious glare.

If Freya had lived, why wouldn’t Elijah, the one they had made Dahlia’s own child.

“Nico- Don’t, that’s your uncle.” Freya scolded, proving Finn suspicions, hope and fears all at once.

Mother lied, they lived, and Finn had failed them both by never trying to find and save them.

“Mama’s family is long dead,” the older boy told them as he watched Finn with narrowed eyes, Finn released his hand as he felt a vice-like hand grip his heart. Nico- Niklaus, Elijah had remembered at least one of them. 

“Grandma doesn’t have any other children besides father.” the single girl added, pulling him from his thoughts.

Finn watched as Freya stiffened before he caught the meaning of the words, Grandma as in Dahlia, she had truly claimed Elijah, he tries not to let himself blame Elijah, Esther had given him away it wasn’t a lie after all, still there is a sting of betrayal at the thought of Elijah accepting the woman who stole them as mother.

Freya seemed to read his face, even after so long apart his sister seemed to know what he needed as she crouched down besides the only girl of the children.

“Finnley meet your uncle Finnborn.'' She introduced them and Finn watched as the children seemed to understand something unspoken as they all looked back at him with fascination, the fear vanishing from the older two. “The one your father named you after.”

Elijah named his daughter after him, the meaning was slow to reach him, how and why had Elijah named his daughter any of his children after Finn, when he had done nothing but fail his brother, first by helping mother with her spell, then the years after as he ignoring him, ignored the toddler reaching out for him and worst that final day as Finn had just watched as he walked away and then helped mother convince Niklaus to lie with them to father.

It’s Sage that's already there to steady him as he sways at the thought of it, because of course Elijah would name his children after them; sweet, always to open to trust and love Elijah, stolen from his home and family, he would use names to link his new family and remember the one he lost.

He’s pulled into a hug before he can really regain control of his feelings and sinks into Freya's arms when he realises who it is. He’s not sure who let out a sob first but it doesn’t matter.

Its easy to ignore how much had changed, how small she is in his arms when his memories she was always so much bigger none of that mattered.

She’s alive, Freya’s alive and here with him, Elijah’s alive somewhere and he can make it all up to him, he had a niece and nephews to get to know.

For the first time, besides having an endless time to be with Sage, he’s thankful to mother’s spell to turn them into monsters if he gave him a chance to have this.

Freya, his older sister, in his arms and a future to fix his mistakes.

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday123 #Presumed Dead #fanfiction #the originals #tvd fanfiction #fic #AU- Mother's son #the originals au #freya mikaelson #finn mikaelson

[waitingonavision]

Hi hello 👋

No pressure writing request?

Jewish Madrigals celebrating Purim?

Only if you want to~

💙💛💚❤

Hi skrunkly Bruno!

Sooooooo I was going to try to finish this for Purim, but... life. It happened. :'D Anyway. Here's a WIP!

...

The Purim play starts in an hour, and Pepa is running behind.

She grabs the last pieces of her costume, catching out of the corner of her eye a curly-haired, pigtail-topped head moving past the bedroom doorway. It's Felicidad, her and Félix's first grandchild. (With another on the way! Dolores is due in about seven months.)

“Fifi,” Pepa calls, stepping beside the four-year-old. “Where are you rushing off to?”

Felicidad raises the item she’s holding.

"Ojos 'man," comes the reply, unabashed and matter-of-fact. She sounds so much like her mamá. In her hands, the pastry looks especially large: a golden, savory-sweet puff ball baked around a boiled egg and topped with two crisscrossing strands of dough. It makes Pepa smile, remembering how Felicidad once asked about the pastry, named after the villainous character, Haman. The little girl's nose crinkled, and she'd let out a shriek of laughter when Tío Camilo shifted shape while explaining that the boiled egg was Haman’s ojo and needed to be plucked out and eaten (alongside the bread) because it’s oh so delicious.

“Oh, I see,” Pepa says, and as the two of them turn the corner together, things click into place. “And where might the ojos de Haman be rushing off to?”

“Tío 'buelo Bruno’s tummy!”

...

End of WIP. But, Pepa and Felicidad get to Bruno's room (where he's in costume, probably playing Esther), and Pepa's like, "So, are you asking your great-niece to bring you food now?" And Bruno is like, "W-what? No! She was staring at my stomach for five seconds and just ffft! dashed off!" 😂

Someday I'll finish this 😭 Anyway, ojos de Haman:

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[ritzy-reminiscence]

─♣️─ Lackadaisy : Melancholy Hours

⸝⸝ tl;dr : a sleepless night turns into a trip down memory lane for mordecai heller, who usually prefers to keep his memories buried deep deep down.

⸝⸝ note : this is purely self-indulgent ! so expect an unedited work, a very ooc mordecai, and a ton of headcanons that i shoehorned into the oneshot. this was made with the intention of contributing something to the lackadaisy fandom, so i do hope it's still enjoyable regardless of the shenanigans i put in . (also, to everyone in the discord that sees this, im so sorry)

It was on one of these nights when Mordecai Heller would find himself tossing and turning in bed, rustling the sheets he normally kept so pristine. Nights where his alcohol pick-ups with the Savoys lead to bone-crushing exhaustion. Nights where time seemed to slow down after fights with rival speakeasies, emphasizing the way his muscles tense and his wounds throb. Nights where the lull of cicadas and frogs outside his bedroom window gave way to thoughts and memories he normally kept under lock and key.

Memories - something that Mordecai preferred to stay away from, something that he keeps buried under layers of tough, unbreakable soil. And yet, in this warm summer night, with the moonlight filtering through the windows and the crickets chirping their trance-inducing song, Mordecai finds himself taking a reluctant walk down memory lane, lured in by some unknown entity who takes his hand in wisps of silver and gold. Who opens each door in his house of memories and grins with delight when the can of worms come crawling out from the front porch. Who reminds him, like a breeze of wind rustling his ear, that days have been better. That they have been more joyful, more vibrant than whatever he's experiencing right now.

And it was on one of these nights that ruthless gunman and rumrunner Mordecai Heller would succumb to his feelings. He'd let them flow, like salty silk ribbons, down his cheeks, his chin, releasing all that he's been bottling up in one fell swoop of tears and sobs. He'd sit up in bed and hug himself like how he used to when he was a child, and let his cries wash over him as he grieves for everything he's lost.

Viktor. Rose. Esther. Atlas, Rose, Esther, Viktor. Viktor.

Viktor, the closest thing he's had to family since he left his ; who tolerates his ramblings and rants about asymmetry and germs ; who's been a pillar Mordecai can hang on to in times where everything's too much. On nights like this, Mordecai finds himself longing for Viktor's presence. Anything could do - his gruff voice, his one-eyed glare, just ... anything to make him feel like he's back at Lackadaisy again.

Mordecai hugs himself tighter, rocking back and forth on the mattress. He shuts his eyes amidst the tears flowing from closed lids, and out from his mouth comes a thin keening. A shaky breath, a gasp for air, and then a whispered, "I want to go home."

Home, with its worn couch with the coffee stains and water rings. Home, with the clotheslines stringing from pillar to pillar, laden with drying coats and scarves. Home, with the sounds of laughter and high-pitched shrieks and sibling arguments. Rose and Esther. Rose and Esther. One shining from the inside with bubbly smiles, the other almost a carbon copy of himself with those moody eyes and those moody glasses.

"I want to go home, I want to go home," he says, over and over again, like a wish that would come true if he just said it enough. If he just believed enough.

And he wouldn't have known he had fallen asleep if it weren't for him waking up the chirps of robins and sparrows with his eyes sore and swollen. He'd stare at the ceiling in silence for a moment, before getting up and making his bed. Taking a shower. Buttoning his suit up. Locking the door behind him. On mornings after nights like these, Mordecai Heller would keep his memories under lock-and-key again as he steps out into the fast-moving world of guns, alcohol, and blood.

#୨୧ solari-writes ! ₊˚ #mordecaiheller #lackadaisy #mordecaihellerfanfiction #lackadaisy fanfiction #lackadaisy cats #mordecai my bby im so sorry for ruining your character this badly #not my best work sadly #a bit too repetitive for my usual style btu #oh well i already wrote it anyways lol #so just enjoy ig :DD

[winterfable]

Rock festivals as rituals

In twentieth­century society, a form of group ritual is enacted at rock festivals. Pop music has always been an accurate barometer of the currents of its own time, and rock lyrics today no longer appeal only to teenagers. The accouterments of ritual are all there—masks, jewelry, tattooing, ritual garments, suggestive symbols, dance—all these held together by the insistence of the musical beat and the shriek of heavily amplified guitars. While drugs were part of the ritual scene in the sixties and seventies, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five warn eighties' listeners, "Don't do it." At the center is the rock star who stimulates the participants into a ritual frenzy until a combustion point is reached, and symbols appear in the minds of the believers. If the listeners have been thoroughly gripped by the experience, they will return enhanced and enlarged. The problem, however, as it was with the earlier "flower children," is that if the ego is not strong enough to integrate the archetypal images, one gains no enlightenment from the ritual, and far from being enlarged, the individual has merely succumbed to collective activity. In that case, the robbery of the birthright is further enacted. Instead of moving into larger consciousness, the ego is absorbed and made vulnerable to mass poisoning.

Much can be learned from modern rock stars about emerging archetypal images. Cyndi Lauper throws herself into Time After Time with no apologies for her female auto­eroticism. In her gypsy garb, charged with manic energy and gentle sensitivity, she is the outsider, the lost little girl who made it. She is who she is. And then there is Madonna herself, a woman whose birth certificate actually bears the name Madonna, a woman whose body conveys all the action­packed activity of "the trash queen of the hop." Whatever else she is doing, she is exploiting the emerging archetype of the virgin, the woman who, in Esther Harding's phrase, "does what she does . . . because what she does is true." She is playing the paradox (virgin/whore) for all it is worth—and it is worth well into the millions. Her Boy Toy, one of her famous accessories, competes with her rosaries and crucifixes as part of her image. Together they are blatant in their message: if you can't deal with me, that's your problem.

Cyndi and Madonna are at the moment (March 12, 1985) the two most popular feminine icons of the pop world, and as symbols they are playing a decisive role in constellating millions of unconscious virgins, male and female. They are concretized versions of an archetype that is carrying a huge emotional charge, an archetype that is still in the process of becoming conscious in the culture as a whole. The point is that they do embody an image from the unconscious, and they do act as magnets for that emerging image in their listeners. Both are exploiting their outcast condition and the fierce and poignant energy the outcast embodies. Both are concretized

symbols carrying new energy and releasing new energy—the virgin forever pregnant with new possibilities. Surely one of those possibilities burst into cultural consciousness when rock singers, in response to the Ethiopian famine, banded together to declare, "We are the world, we are the children."

--Marion Woodman en "The pregnant virgin"

#the pregnant virgin #marion woodman #madonna #grandmaster flash #the furious five #cyndi lauper #esther harding

[stars-and-darkness]

WIP WEDNESDAY!!!

week #5

since posting a snippet of the amnesia au last week, i have doubled the word count on that fic, mostly due to the intense regime of bullying from my beloved friends who want to read it, so in celebration of that, here's another:

“So,” Rebekah says, sauntering into Caroline’s space with a smile on her face that betrays her anxiety to those who know her well enough, “I may have fucked up.” “You’re admitting to having fucked up?” Kol asks, raising his eyes from a grimoire. “Sound the alarms; she’s been replaced by a pod person.” “Letting you read that book was a mistake,” Rebekah growls. “I don’t disagree,” Caroline sighs. She rubs at her temples. Vampires are unable to get migraines, and yet … “What happened?” “Right,” Rebekah says. “So, I was talking to Nik, and—” “Did he not want to hear about your exploits with that red-headed broad? Because if so, I can—” Rebekah smiles sweetly. Too sweetly. “Shut up, Kol, or I’ll drive your aluminium bat up your a—” “Bekah!” Caroline waves her arms about like a lunatic. “You were saying?” She sighs. “Right. Anyway, we got to the topic of the doppelgänger, and I was trying to explain how she was turned into a vampire—” “You mean, when you ran her off the bridge—” “—but in order to do that, I had to explain about Mother’s little Enhanced Original pet—” “—horrible man, daggered me and ruined my chances with the sexy, older doctor? I’ll never forgive—” “—but I never actually got to the dull history teacher, because I—” “Guys, guys, guys!” Caroline interrupts them both, rubbing rhythmic circles into her temples. “Kol—wait your turn. Rebekah—please?” “Well, I happened to mention that we, er, know he was the one who killed Mother.” “The plot is thickening!” Kol shrieks, too delighted by this development, while Caroline’s shoulders slump. “That’s … great. Great. Fuck.” “Well, he ran away before I could say anything else!” Rebekah protests. “And the bloody wanker is faster than me!” Kol snorts. “Ah. Well. Fortunately, darling Caroline can use her womanly charms to persuade him to—” Caroline smacks the back of his head. “Worth it,” he snickers. “He likes to hang out on the roof when he’s upset.” Her head falls into her hands. “Right. I’ll just—” Blindly, she makes her way out of the room. She tries to listen for him, but comes up with nothing. With no better plan than Kol’s suggestion, she tries the roof. He’s not there. “Just great,” she mutters to herself, descending down the stairs. “What is so great?” Elijah, who appeared out of nowhere as he is wont to do, asks. After glaring at him appropriately for startling her, she sighs. “Actually, you could be useful. Do you hear Klaus anywhere? Your hearing is better than mine. Apparently, Bekah let it slip that we all know what happened to Esther, and, well …” He frowns, but cocks his head. “I can’t. But he knows how to be quiet.” He considers for a moment, then pulls his phone out of his inner pocket. “I have a reason to suspect he stole his phone back.” The corner of his lip curves into a fond smile. “Maybe …” Klaus, old man that he is, actually has his ringtone on. You know, like a lunatic. She hears it sound off downstairs, and then both she and Elijah are running towards the library. There’s nothing there, except a phone, and bloody stain on the carpet. “Well,” Elijah says, casting his eyes towards the city skyline. “I think it’s safe to say that’s not good.”

#klaroline wip wed #ella writes #ella originals #tvd #klaroline

[weird-kid-maxx]

Don't Be A Drag (Just Be A Queen) (My Babysitter's A Vampire)

Summary: Damien, Jesse's nephew from this generation, is gay, trans, and a drag queen. Of course, he's only known his (scary) uncle for a few weeks, so Jesse has no idea that Damien is on the LGBT spectrum until Damien comes home crying from bullying one day. When asked what happened, Damien explains, and a conversation ensues where Jesse really tries to understand his nephew more and Damien realizes his uncle isn't the bad guy Damien thought he was.

EDIT: I'm thinking of making some LGBT-themed one shots for MBAV!!

Third Person POV

Damien was Jesse's great-great nephew. He hasn't been around Jesse long enough to know him, so he was still a little shy around Jesse. Honestly, he thought Jesse was a little scary. After the Lucifractor incident, Damien had shown up on Ethan's doorstep, asking for help finding Jesse, and when he was asked why, he said, "My mother sent me. My ancestor was Esther Black." Jesse couldn't believe that Esther had kids. From what he remembered, she'd run from home, not even close to pregnant, a few years before she'd been killed. Apparently, in that time, she'd had a son named Stephen, who'd then fathered a girl named Sofia, who was Damien's mother, having died only three weeks ago. One of her dying requests was that Damien find Jesse.

Jesse was not used to having children (other than Ethan and Benny and Jane) around him. Not that Damien was necessarily a child, but he was human, younger (way younger) than Jesse, so he made the rules. Damien was a child. He kept his distance at first, but Sarah made him see that he couldn't exactly get to know Damien from a distance, so Jesse threw in his lot and made Damien move in with him to avoid further issues. Naturally, they both avoided each other in the mansion or were supremely awkward around each other.

One day, that changed.

Damien came home one day in tears. He pushed through the front door, nearly slamming it. Jesse, on the couch, jumped as Damien stalked past, eyes burning. "Hey, what's--" He began, but Damien stormed past, ignoring him, and slammed himself in his room. For a moment, Jesse was quiet, a little stunned. Then he got up, heading to Damien's door and knocking softly. "Damien?" He asked. "Go away," Damien's voice called. "What's wrong?" Jesse asked, leaning against the door. "Nothing. You wouldn't understand." "Try me." Silence, then.... "Come in."

Jesse walked in, frowning when Damien didn't even look at him. "What's wrong?" He asked, sitting by his hips on the bed. "I don't think you'll understand." Damien said, and Jesse frowned, "Seriously, try me." "Okay." Damien sat up, face red. "I'm gay. And a drag queen." Jesse blinked. "Right, well, um....the gay part I understand, but not the other thing. What's a drag queen?" "Oh, God." Damien blushed, hiding his face. "Okay, so..." He pulled his tablet closer to him, typing in Google. "This. This is Valentina." He said. "She's a drag queen. Like,  a guy who dresses as a woman and acts female for public entertainment." He read off of Google. "And they're usually always gay, like me." Jesse blinked. "So...you wanna be a girl?" "No!" Damien groaned. "I just...wear stuff like Valentina." He nodded at the photo. "Oh," Jesse said. "I mean. Okay?" He asked. Damien stared at him. "Really?" "Are...you waiting for me to yell or something?" Jesse asked. "No, but...that's not weird?" "No, why would it be?" Jesse wondered. "I'm a boy. Wanting to wear...this. And makeup!" Damien nearly shrieked. "I've never judged you before, I don't know why I would now." Jesse rolled his eyes. "Is that what this is about? Did someone say something to you?" Jesse asked quickly. "They said I was--" "That doesn't matter. You wanna be a drag queen, or whatever it's called? Be one." Jesse stated firmly. Damien's eyes watered. "Really?" "Really." Damien smiled, hugging Jesse. "Thank you." Jesse felt that if he had a heart, it would be aching for the boy. "Of course, kid." He whispered, hugging him back.

#mbav #mbav season 2 finale #mbav stuff #rory mbav #mbav fanfic #ethan mbav #erica jones #rory keaner #ethan morgan #benny weir #jesse “horace” black #vampires #vampire #fangs #vampirism #vamptober #lgbtr #gay #theyre idiots your honor #idiots (affectionate)

[theycallme-thejackal]

“Did you just flick me with dirty dish water”

Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated G

Esther giggles. "No..."

Lenny crouches down to her height where she sits on the counter by the sink. "I think you did," he challenges playfully.

She shakes her head, grinning as she says, "Noooooo."

He lifts his hands like claws. "I think you diiiid," he singsongs.

His hands descend on her tummy, and she shrieks a laugh as he tickles her.

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #writing prompt #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #answers

[figsbass]

who's your favorite character of every season of d20?

SUCH a good question thank you im gonna do PC and NPC in the main cast seasons to make it easier on myself

fantasy high - fig and zelda

unsleeping city - sofia and esther

crown of candy - liam and annabelle

starstruck - sid and plug

tiny heist - bean

pirates of leviathan - the ONLY one i haven't seen :/

mice & murder - lars

misfits and magic - jammer

the seven - KATJA!!

shriek week - megan

coffin run - squing

#this was very difficult but thank you #dimension 20 #ask

[alixinwwonderland]

65, “Did you do something different with your hair? ”

"What? No!" Midge says, touching her hair self-consciously as Imogene narrows her eyes at her. "Come on, we have shopping to do and a strict schedule to stick to!"

Midge grabs her purse and hat and herds them out of the apartment, quickly closing the door behind them.

They're sitting on a park bench, nibbling on pastries and taking a break, and Imogene won't stop staring at the side of Midge's head.

"Seriously? I'm finally getting Ethan to stop staring like that, and now you start?"

"Sorry!" Imogene shuffles her hands in her lap and quickly looks away. A moment later, when Midge turns her head back to watching the passerby, she looks again.

"Imogene!"

"Sorry! It's just -"

"Just what?"

"I have known every detail of every haircut you've ever had, missy," Imogene starts. "I know when you changed brands of hair rollers and when you decided to let it grow a half-inch longer because it gave you more bounce. I know when something is different and something is different! What I don't know is why you won't tell me!"

Imogene's voice rises even as her face falls.

"Did I do something? Was it the thing I said about - or what Archie said about-"

"No!" Midge cuts her off. "No, Imogene, you didn't do anything!"

"Then why won't you tell me!" she squeaks, and Midge makes a mental note to figure out the half-formed joke in her head right now about the decibel levels emanating from the very tiny blonde beside her.

"I didn't do anything different!" Midge says. "I skipped the hairspray, is all," she amends as Imogene opens her mouth.

Imogene's eyes narrow at her.

"But you never skip hairspray. Or any step," she says. Midge sighs, then looks around to make sure there aren't any other parents in scandalized-hearing distance.

"I know, I know. I was ... a little distracted, this morning, is all," she says. The faint flush on her cheeks helps Imogene fill in all the blanks, all at once.

"Distracted, hmm?" Imogene says, and there's a mischievous glint in her eyes now. "Would this distraction have anything to do with the shuffling sounds coming out of your apartment when you answered the door that I was polite enough to pretend I didn't notice?"

Midge only blushes further.

"Miriam!" Imogene shrieks, swatting at Midge's arm. "Okay, okay, tell me everything."

"I hope you don't mean everything," Midge quips. A thoughtful look passes over Imogene's face.

"Maybe not everything, but broad strokes at least? Archie's been so focused on the club lately, his creativity has really taken a hit, poor dear," Imogene says matter-of-factly. Midge buries her face in her hands, cracking up.

"I cannot believe we're having this conversation in a public park," she mutters.

"Puh-lease. You've said worse in front of a crowd of strangers all paying attention. Now, spill."

And spill Midge does.

****

When they get back to the apartment, Joel is arriving at the same time, Ethan and Esther in tow. They crowd into the elevator together. Midge pretends not to notice Joel's fixed gaze on her.

As they exit, the kids run ahead. Joel tilts his head.

"Did you do something different with your hair?" he asks Midge. Imogene, bless her, tries to stifle her laugh with a cough. Midge just returns Joel's stare, unfazed.

"Nothing wrong with a little change. Especially when it feels much better than before."

#midgelenny #midge maisel #tmmm #the marvelous mrs. maisel #tmmmfic #midgelenny fic #tv: the marvelous mrs maisel #ship: you're still staring #ch: midge maisel #ch: lenny bruce #ch: imogene cleary #ch: joel maisel #mine

[what-breaks-my-heart]

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Embedding GIFs to Your Text Post using HTML Text Editor - A Tutorial

We all know how frustrating it can be to embed a specific GIF to your text post whether it’s for visual aid to your analysis text post or a review on a show or just a specific scene but being held back by the next-to-useless “Insert GIF” feature because the results almost always do not give you the specific GIF that you want.

But at the same time you don’t want to repost a GIF from the original maker so embedding the GIF is your only option.

Embedding a GIF can be done in 2 methods, either by the “Insert GIF” feature or by using HTML to pull the GIF that you want.

This tutorial is going to show you how to do the latter.

The end result will turn out like this:

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#4

Dongfang Qingcang had always dismissed having feelings. Every time Orchid mentioned it to him, he told her how it would be a burden and cloud his judgement.

But here in this scene, you can see he sort of resents not being able to feel - how Shangque is loyal to him and looks him up as his own brother. Even Orchid could tell how loyal Shangque is to him. But he himself is unable to treat and appreciate Shangque as his loyal comrade, and he resents it!

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#3

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#2

Do you love the colour of Nicolas Cage?

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My #1 post of 2022

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[nyotasaimiri]

Arc Two (redux) 58

Hadley saw the red flare around her and her cheer rang louder than the throbbing in her ears. She heard the quiet chuckle through her earpiece and saw the grey figure standing so small on the stone. That’s her Captain. She knew it heart and soul, that’s her Captain, there for her. Crimson petals bit sharp across the drone’s armored shell. It didn’t break—the distance weakened the bursts, even her Nyota was only so strong. But it was enough.

“Now, you damn thing!” Hadley shoved the mech into a charge—felt metal shriek and give, but not hers. Sparks cascaded across the drone’s screens and the winking face winked out. Hadley gritted her teeth and fired one more shot as close as she could get, then slammed the emergency teleport with her fist. Light flared on her screen an instant before she felt the light catch herself.

She spilled out of the mech like her bones were so much water, breathless and laughing. Someone warm caught her or pulled her up, she couldn’t tell. “Did you see—” Hadley wheezed. “Did you see her out there?”

“Sure did,” Lumen grunted, glowing bright with the effort of keeping her on her feet. “Hoo, but Arjun ain’t gonna like what ya did to his poor machine. But it’s whole I guess, and ya seem it. How many fingers do ya see?”

Hadley tried to sober up enough to count them. “Two and a thumb,” she guessed. Her arm felt cold.

“Close enough. Sonny, could ya get that second bed ready for her? Gonna need to check for concussion.” He interrupted her protest by turning her arm for a better look at it, and got a pained hiss that wasn’t quite coherent enough to be a swear. “And bandages, gonna need them.”

There was a nervous whistle somewhere near Hadley’s left ear. “I gotcha.”

Green blurred past. Maybe Lumen was right on the concussion. Hadley didn’t try to protest as he pulled her to lean a little more on his shoulder and led her into the sickbay. Something dripped off her fingertips. She looked down and saw just red down her arm. When had that gotten there?

“Whoa there—” Lumen shifted and stumbled, braced himself enough to hold her up still. “Sit, now. That’s a good gal. We got ya.”

Hadley nodded, and nodded again without meaning to as dizziness washed over her again. She heard Lumen’s hum take an alarmed note and knew she had to stay awake, had to keep her eyes open. Hard, that. But she kept staring at him and listening to him talk to her, even as the words lost meaning and turned into just a rising-falling drone. His hands were warm. She remembered that after, even if she couldn’t think enough now. Like moving sunsets. Steady and warm.  

*

Nyota lowered her hand and did not allow fear to hold her yet. She saw—she thought she saw—her hand touched her earpiece, the one she had lent Hadley before. Hadley. “Lumen, is she alright?”

His voice crackled through, calm and gentle. “Well I can’t say she’s fine, ma’am, but she’s alive, and I’ll see her kickin’ again soon enough if we know her right. Don’t ya worry ‘bout her. She’s gonna be alright.”

A soft smile followed her relieved sigh. “Thank you, Lumen. I’ll be back soon. I should handle this now, before anything else comes.”

He crackled, but didn’t argue. He knew better by now. “Just keep both eyes open. I got Arrowmail mindin’ the radar too but we ain’t gonna be able to help if somethin’ else attacks ya.”

“I know. I’ll be fine.” Nyota switched channels. But she didn’t speak yet. Didn’t trust her voice. So many thoughts blurring around in her head at once. Her worries—Lumen assured her, but she still, still could not stifle them. Hadley had pulled through worse before. She reminded herself of that, steeled her nerves, and walked to the gate at the center of the asteroid.

Stone rose high above her, dark against the stars. Nyota took a breath, and said, “Esther, can you hear me?”  

Seven long, tense seconds passed before the old woman’s voice crackled through, riddled with static. “I can, dear. Goodness, but this audio quality is terrible! Where are you?”

“I am outside of the Ancient Gate in Muhlifain Morass.” Nyota smiled under Esther’s surprised gasp. “I can’t afford to stay here too long. We ran into trouble already and expect more to come. What do you need to know, right now?”

“You’re actually—this is a splendid opportunity!” Nyota could hear a creaky, excited laugh, colored with the disbelief of someone who hoped but hadn’t quite believed. Esther caught her breath and kept talking again, with a quiet chuckle still tickling her voice. “I assume you have your Matter Manipulator with you? Scan the gate, and get as much detail as you can.”

“I will.” Nyota turned her attention to the vast stone arch, and buried the shiver that made fur rise along her spine. It really did look so uncannily close to the Ark. The same smooth stone, the same carved faces lining each side of the arch. She stepped closer, dark eyes fixed on the ancient carved stones. No, not quite the Ark. There were differences, small but key. It was the very image of the gate that had first brought her to the Outpost so many months ago, down to the tiny chisel scars on the nearest faces. She was not sure if that thought was a comfort or a fear.

Nyota reached up as far as she could and ran her hand over the carved apex face near the center of the arch. Six more faces stared impassively out into space, with a hollow spot at the bottom where an eighth might have gone, long ago. The ancient stonemason had carved the stone so finely that Nyota could feel individual locks of fur carefully traced by the chisel, untouched by time and weathering out in airless, timeless space.

“They knew what we would look like,” she murmured. “Eons ago, and they knew the shape of our face.”

#arc two #repost

[hiphopgirl16]

Chapter 1 - “I’m The Doctor”

Amelia Jessica Pond, you may know her as The Girl Who Waited, but she also happened to be the mother of Melody Pond, aka River Song. But surprisingly, Amy didn't give birth to just one child. She gave birth to twin girls. Her name was Cornelia Pond, the youngest twin to River Song, sent to the planet of Mondas and married a general named Richard Lovegood. Everything was peaceful until the day Esther Lovegood was born. The child had a very special power that could not be explained except for the Timelords. Because of that, Cornelia fled the planet Mondas to Earth in order to protect her child as well as herself from possible dangers of her ex-husband. By the time Cornelia's daughter was 5, she started to ask questions about the universe as well as the history behind every textbook the girl could get her hands on. The poor woman could barely keep up with her daughter, but loved her just the same, and managed to keep in touch with her sister River to tell her stories about a mysterious timelord known as "The Doctor."

Years later, Esther Lovegood has grown up into a high school graduate enjoying summer break before moving to the city of London for college. Currently, the girl was roaming the street market looking for ingredients for dinner tonight until her phone started to ring. She picks it up to see it was her mother calling, probably wondering what's taking her daughter so long to get groceries, "Hello Mum" she said calmly "Where are you, love?" asked Cornelia on the other line, "The supermarket isn't that far of a walk from home, you know" "Oh I decided to check out the flea market instead of our usual supermarket" said Esther, picking up a beautiful red apple from the apple cart, "It just gets so boring going to the same place all the time, plus it does make for good exercise. You should try it if you wanna get out more-" The girl paused, seeing something from the distance and a man running for his dear life. Esther immediately hangs up the phone and cautiously walks over to the scene of the crime to witness an army of evil robots known as Cyberman, attacking poor innocent civilians to their demise, some even controlled by them. This shocked the poor girl and quickly fled the scene to find help. Unfortunately, the police couldn't do anything about it and were left defenseless. As Esther continued her way around town, the sound of moaning was heard in the air, not by a human but a machine. A blue telephone box appeared out of nowhere along with a man. He was tall and skinny, but proper skinny, with a blue striped suit underneath a long brown trench coat and his hair spiked with who knows how much hair gel. The man stole a glance at the girl and smiled, "Hello, love" he said kindly, "What brings you all the way to Scotland?" Esther looked rather confused, "You're not in Scotland, sir" she said, "This is West Sussex, England" The stranger looked just as confused and climbed back into the telephone box, "I thought I sent the T.A.R.D.I.S. to Ye Old Scotland!" he yelled, "You did this on purpose, did you old girl?" "Excuse me?" asked Esther "Not you!" The girl walked over to the booth and raised her hand to knock until the stranger opened the door, causing Esther to shriek and fall on her bum. The man looked down with concern and confusion, "What'd ya doin' down there?" he asked "I fell over" said Esther "What'd you fell over for?" "I didn't do it on purpose" He held out his hand to help the girl up, dusting his hands for a moment before pulling out a tool known as the sonic screwdriver. "What's that?" asked Esther, pointing at the device. "It's called a sonic screwdriver" he explained, "Now if you'd be so kind as to leave the area before I-" The man was cut off by the girl entering the T.A.R.D.I.S. without wasting a second. "Blood hell!" said Esther, "This place is bigger on the inside, it's incredible!" "Yes it is, now please leave!" The girl looked offended for a moment while the stranger attempted to push her outside, "Okay" she said in a calm manner, "You want me to leave, that's fine. I can just let those robots either turn me into one of them or be obliviated" "Excellent!" The man replied before his eyes widened and realized, "Wait! Did you say robots?" Esther turns toward the man and hesitates before answering, "Yes?" "What did they look like?" "Tall, made of silver, some of them human with weird pieces on the side of their head" Suddenly, a blaster was heard from the distance, causing the two to glance over and see a Cyberman scanning the area with its back turned to the T.A.R.D.I.S. "Get in" said the man, grabbing Esther's arm and dragging her inside, "Shut the door!" "What are those things?" asked Esther, shutting the door before running towards the controller where the stranger was pressing buttons and pulling down levers. "Those are the Cyberman" said the man, "They're biological lifeforms that have replaced their flesh into metal. They're main goal is to obviously destroy the human race and take over a planet, or possibly destroy the planet itself" "And how do you know all this?" The man stops and stood before the girl, smiling down at her with a goofy grin, "I'm the Doctor" Esther froze for a moment, then it all came together. All the stories she'd heard as a child were all true. All the adventures of the famous Timelord traveling through time and space, saving galaxies, fighting monsters and aliens. They were all true.

The Doctor reached his hand towards a leaver while keeping his eyes on the girl, "You might wanna hold on to something" he said with a wink. Without hesitation, Esther grabs onto the handles as the T.A.R.D.I.S. shook violently, sending the two through time and space. The sound of loud moaning appeared again once they landed on the other side of town. The Doctor checks the screen above the control panel for any sign of Cybermen, "all clear" he said, making his way towards the door with Esther following behind. "Are they gone then?" she asks the Doctor "Nope" he said, "But we did lose sight of them for now. Come along then" "And where exactly are we going, Doc?" "Somewhere I can find the proper tools to stop them. Nasty things, Cyberman are. I was turned into one once, not really but a metal piece was on my head and was called 'Mr. Clever' one of my most challenging opponents cause he was me but yet he wasn't me" Esther was rather confused, the need to ask so many questions to the Doctor until her phone started to ring. The Doctor quickly pulls out his sonic screwdriver and looked around the empty shop with caution, "Get down!" he said "Relax, Doctor" said Esther, pulling out her phone from her pocket, "It's my cellphone, my mother must be wondering where I am" The moment the girl answered the phone, her mother's voice was low and worrisome, "Esther" she whimpered, "Oh my god, are you alright, love? What happened I tried calling you but you never answered" "Mum, I'm okay" said Esther, "I'm on the other side of town I can come home right away if-" "No! Don't come home" The Doctor listened to the conversation in silence, his eyes staring at the girl with concern as she paced around the empty shop with confusion and worry dancing on her face. "What do you mean, 'Don't come home', mum?" asked Esther in a panic, "What's going on? Are the cybermen after you?" "Someone knows you're here, love" said Cornelia on the other line, "You have to leave and find a new place to hide. The next time we meet, you may not recognize my face" "Mum, what the hell are you talking about?" "I'm afraid my time has come, sweetheart. I love you so much....goodbye" BANG Silence fell into the empty shop as Esther stood in shock and horror, "Mum?" she asked on the phone, no response, "Mum, what happened? Are you still there? Mum!" The line was cut off, it was dead silence on the other end of the girl's cellphone. She fights back the tears so as to not look humiliated in front of the timelord. The Doctor however felt her pain, the loss of a loved one. He knew it all too well. Without a single hint of hesitation, he pulls Esther into a tight and comforting hug, her face buried into The Doctor's brown coat. It was then it happened, she wept into the Doctor's arms, her cries muffled into his shirt while he soothed her, running his fingers through her short brown hair. "Shhh" The Doctor whispered, "It's alright, we can get through this" He pulled away and gently wiped the girl's tears with his thumb, seeing the look of loss and sorrow struck the timelord's two hearts. It was the same look he had when he lost his many companions, Amy Pond, Rory Williams, River Song, but especially, Rose Tyler. Esther sniffled as her glossy eyes looked up at the Doctor, "She was my home" she said sadly, "I have nowhere else to go" The Doctor stood in silence, there was no way he could leave this poor girl alone now that her mother was gone. He took a deep breath and placed his hands on either side of the girl's shoulders, a serious look painted on his face and sharp chin, "I'll protect you in every way I can" he said, "but most importantly, you have to trust me"

Esther was too choked up to speak, instead she nodded in response to the Doctor's words. Of course she normally wouldn't trust someone she just met, but something about the timelord seemed comforting and trustworthy, even though the stories she was told said otherwise. She wipes her tears with the back of her hand while the Doctor thinks of a plan that might stop the Cybermen before they could cause more damage to the planet. He stops and pulls out his sonic screwdriver and points it at the girl, "I never got your name by the way" he said. The girl looked at the Doctor with confusion until she realized she never told him her name. "Esther" she said, "Esther Lovegood" "Lovely name," he said, "Like her majesty the stars in the night sky” Esther couldn't help but giggle a bit and softly smile at the Doctor, it did take her mind off of what happened to her mother. "There's that smile" he said, grinning from ear to ear, "Now then, give me your phone" "Huh?" asked Esther "What did I say to you before?" "Most importantly, I have to trust you?" "Very good. Finally, someone who ACTUALLY listens to me" The Doctor holds out his hand and Esther hands the timelord her cellphone. He examined it rather quickly, scanning it with his sonic screwdriver, taking in its data before thinking of a plan. As the girl sat down and watched the Doctor think, she noticed a figure a few windows down. It was tall and a bit hard to see due to the puffiness in her eyes from crying. She rubbed her eyes for clarity until she realized that the figure staring back at her was a Cyberman. It stood in silence, raising its wrist to reveal a blaster, "Watch out!" called Esther, tackling the Doctor to the ground as the Cyberman fires toward the two. The cell phone slipped out of the Doctor's hand in one direction, the screwdriver in the other. There was a moment of panic, "I hate being interrupted!" The Doctor complained, "Why can't I get a moment's peace for once in my life?!" The girl looked around the room and noticed the closest object to her right was the sonic screwdriver while her cellphone was closest to the Doctor's direction. "Doctor!" said Esther through the sound of blasters and broken glass, "grab my cell phone, I'll get the screwdriver" Before the Doctor could tell her 'no', Esther army crawls her way toward the device, stopping every once in a while to avoid getting shot. Her right hand reached for the screwdriver, her fingers barely touching the handle. "Surrender, Doctor" said the Cyberman, its robotic voice sound cold as the metal material it was made out of, "You cannot stop the future" "I can and I will!" said the Doctor, grabbing the cell phone the same time Esther manages to grab the sonic screwdriver, "Come along, Lovegood!" As the blast hit the walls and windows of the shop, the Doctor stood and grabbed the girl by her hand, escaping to the back and making their way back to the T.A.R.D.I.S. "Doctor!" said Esther, her feet standing in place while the timelord followed suit, "Where's the T.A.R.D.I.S.?" "What are you talking about, Esther?" asked the Doctor, "She's right there where we left-" The moment the timelord turned around, he realized the T.A.R.D.I.S. was gone. No traces of the bright navy blue phone box, not even the sound of its tender purring sound. "No! No! No! No! NO!!" The Doctor yelled in anger, "The Cybermen were not supposed to take the T.A.R.D.I.S.!" "How do you know the Cybermen took the T.A.R.D.I.S.?" asked Esther "Isn't it obvious?!" The timelord rambled on and on about the Cybermen taking his form of transportation, pacing around in circles on the surprisingly quiet street. If there were still humans around, The Doctor would've caused a great disturbance in the neighborhood. Esther on the other hand looked down at the sonic screwdriver in her right hand. She looked at every detail of the device and unknowingly turned it on to reveal a small green light in the end with a sonic buzzing sound coming from it. She points it in random directions until she points it towards a rather tall skyscraper. West Sussex is well known for its historical architecture and historical landmarks, so the sight of a rather large silver building was something out of the ordinary in this part of town. "Doctor?" asked Esther, lowering the sonic screwdriver in her hand and turning off the light, "Was that there before?" The Doctor stops his complaints and turns toward the girl in confusion, "what are you talking about?" he asked, "There are no skyscrapers in West Sussex. It's a ridiculous idea for such a small town like this" The girl noticed something coming up to the roof, it looked like rather familiar humans assisting the cybermen as well as flying a helicopter. But what really took her by surprise is what the helicopter was carrying, "The T.A.R.D.I.S.!" She yelled, tugging the Doctor by the sleeve and pointed towards the timelord's ship, "but how are we gonna get up there? It's probably surrounded by cybermen" The Doctor looks around until he spots an abandoned motorcycle sitting by a telephone pole, "Hop on then" he said, making his way toward the vehicle. Esther stood there flabbergasted, how on earth could she and the Doctor go past a heavily guarded building with just a motorcycle. She brushed the thought aside and followed the Doctor, who pulled out the girl's cell phone thinking it was his screwdriver. He paused and glanced at Esther before his eyes trailed down to her right hand. Without a word, the two switched devices and the Doctor starts the motorcycle with the help of his sonic screwdriver. Its engine purring and ready to roll. "How did you do that?" asked Esther "No time for questions, Esther" said the Doctor, "Hop on and hold on tight. This is going to be a bumpy ride" The timelord hands the girl a helmet once she sits behind him and places the helmet on. Her arms wrapped tightly around the Doctor's waist as they made their way towards the skyscraper. The closer the bike to them, the more possessed humans began to surround the entrance. "They're blocking our path!" said Esther, "You're not expecting us to run them over, do you?" "Just trust the Doctor for heaven's sake!" cried a voice. The girl paused, scanning the quiet town but there was no one in sight. The voice continued, "The Doctor may be mad but he knows what he's doing!" Esther decided to take the voice's word for it as the Doctor drove the motorcycle faster until it reached a construction site yelling with excitement, "ALLONS-Y!!!" The motorcycle went over the cyber controlled humans and landed on the side of the skyscraper. Normally anyone who did that would come crashing through the glass window, instead it ignored the laws of physics and rode upward toward the top of the building. Esther looked down and held onto the Doctor tighter, for fear of falling over to her possible death, her eyes shut tight while the Doctor continued to laugh like a child in a candy store.

The moment the two unlikely companions reached the top of the skyscraper, a handful of Cybermen stood tall while a human man dressed in a military uniform stood front and center. What Esther found odd about the man was that he didn't have a metal piece on the side of his head like the others that were taken over by the Cybermen, but the serious and deadly look in his eye definitely shows that the soldier was the one in charge of the whole show. "So you've finally came, Doctor" said the soldier, "I have received word of your arrival and wanted to see if the rumors were true" "Well, now you know" said The Doctor, climbing off the motorcycle while Esther remained seated, "Was this a way to make me come close and personal? Been there, done that" As the Doctor approached the soldier, Esther watched in silence with her hands forming a grip around the end of her skirt, pleading that the timelord wouldn't get himself hurt. "Relax, kiddo. He is the Doctor after all" There it was again, the voice from before. But this time it sounded much more clear that the girl could make out its details. The voice sounded feminine, young (maybe mid to early 20s), definitely English native. "How do you know that?" asked Esther "Because I was once his companion" said the voice, "only he was a bit younger looking at the time" In the corner of Esther's eye stood a rather short female that looked around her age. She had blonde hair that reached just slightly past her shoulders, a pink shirt with a blue leather jacket which had both her hands on either side of the pockets. Her eyes looked like a wolf but her smile seemed kind and trusting. "Who are you?" asked Esther, "How do you know the Doctor so well" "Like I said, I was once his companion just like you are right now" said the mysterious female. "Esther!" called the Doctor, "You're phone please" Esther turned her attention back to the timelord who had his hand stretched out for the girl to toss her cell phone over. She looked confused for a moment until she did as the Doctor told her without question. She pulled out her cell phone and tossed it to the Doctor. He clumsily catches the mobile device and placed it together with his sonic screw driver, lifting it into the air as he announced, "Within the next 10 minutes, this bomb will explode!" "A bomb?!" yelled Esther, her eyes wide as saucers, "You can't be serious, Doctor!" The Doctor turned his eyes towards the girl, "I but I am" he said, followed by a wink. This action confused the girl until the figure nodded with a trusting smile. It was then the girl realize this was part of the real plan, she nods in response before the Doctor continued, "May I suggest find the KEY to this tight situation in your POCKET before things start to get messy" Esther checked her front pocket to find a small key hidden inside it. Her eyes looked down at the item before turning her attention back to the Doctor, "Just PULL the flag of surrender, and PRESS THE RED BUTTON to bring yourselves back home. But don't worry, The T.A.R.D.I.S. will come back to me no matter what, don't cha old girl?" The soldier laughed as if he heard the funniest joke in the world at the Doctor, his sickening grin still plastered on his face while the Cybermen aimed their wrist blasters at the timelord, "You think I'm a coward, don't you Doctor?" he asked, "I suggest that YOU leave this planet before you could say your silly little catchphrase" The Doctor's face grew with offense, "well excuse me for having a lovely catchphrase!" He said, "Unlike those Cybermen of yours, all they say is 'You will be upgraded' or 'You will be deleted' all the bloody time. Honestly, that's starting to get rather old" In the corner of The Doctor's eye, he sees Esther cautiously enter the T.A.R.D.I.S. and smiles to himself, a new companion who ACTUALLY listens to him for once.

Once Esther entered the T.A.R.D.I.S, she made a break for the controls in the center of the room, scanning every button and lever she could memorize and find within arms reach. She successfully finds the red button the Doctor mentioned but wasn't quite sure which lever to pull since two were presented, one on the left and one on the right. "Which one tho?" she asked herself, "Be more specific the next time you mention a lever, Doctor" The girl hovers her right hand over the red button while her left reaches over to the left lever only to stop when another hand stops her. "Wait!" the voice said, it was the girl from earlier. "How'd you get in here?" asked Esther "Don't ask questions, just trust me on this" "Why should I? You could be lying" "I never lie" "Have you?" The figure paused as her eyes began to glow, it did frighten Esther just a bit but swallowed the lump in her throat and slowly switched her hands from one place to another. Now Esther's left hand was hovering over the red button while her right hand reached for the lever on the right. "On three?" asked Esther while the figure nodded, placing her hand over the girl's for support. "One… Two… Three!" Once the lever was pulled, Esther pressed the red button and off the T.A.R.D.I.S. went, disappearing from the skyscraper and enough time for The Doctor to work on his true plan.

The T.A.R.D.I.S makes its appearance in the backyard of a small house on the other side of town. The sound of its engine purring around the area as it makes a safe landing. Esther was practically on the floor after the ship flew across time and space, laying on her back and her short hair somehow turned into a bird's nest. She sits up and adjust herself a bit before standing up to dust her shirt a bit more, "That was quite a happy landing" said the blonde figure, "At least you make a better driver than the Doctor" Esther glanced at the blonde female, "Who are you anyway?" she asks, "you never told me your name" The blonde hesitates before taking a deep breath and answered the question, "Rose" she answered, "Rose Tyler" The girl nods and repeats the name silently to herself before turning herself toward Rose Tyler, "Okay, Rose" she said, "My name's Esther Lovegood" "I know," said Rose with a smile, "shall we then?" Esther hesitates for a moment before making her way towards the door, cautiously opening it to see where the T.A.R.D.I.S has taken them. It turns out that the house belonged to Esther and her mother, "How did-?" "No time for questions" said Rose, appearing near the shed, "Just pack what's important cause those Cybermen might be looking for you right now so be quick about it" Without a moments hesitation, Esther quickly enters the house through the backdoor, seeing the place looked as if a bomb went off. She quickly makes her way up the stairs and grabs whatever seems important. First a couple of pairs of clean clothes, some books and notes, shoes, and some photos from her childhood. Esther then grabs what appears to be a hand-sized toy which looks similar to a robot known as The Daleks. "What's that?" asked Rose, looking over Esther's shoulder to get a better look at the robot, "Is it safe?" "It's only a toy" said Esther, "My mom made this for me when I was a kid, used to play with it all the time and it holds a lot of memories for me" The girl placed the toy inside her suitcase and hesitates to close it for a moment, "Wait a minute" she said, closing the suitcase before heading back downstairs to find her mother's body. She looked in the powder room, the dining area, the living room, the master bedroom, even the kitchen but the older woman was nowhere in sight. "What the hell?" she asked herself, "This is impossible, her body should've been here, not even the police." "Hurry up!" said Rose, "Time's of the essence you know" Esther takes a deep breath before making her way back to her bedroom and grabs her suitcase to leave West Sussex. But the moment Esther steps outside in the backyard, the T.A.R.D.I.S was gone. "Not again!" said Esther, placing her suitcase down and sits upon it, "I lost the T.A.R.D.I.S twice" "Don't worry, love" said Rose, walking beside the girl and kneels next to her, "The Doctor will be back in no time, I promise"

Hours felt like days as Esther waited anxiously on the footsteps of her house. Her foot repeatedly tapped against the step beneath her while looking up at the stars in the sky. Just when the girl was about to lose all hope, the sound of a familiar time machine was heard from across the street. She smiled as the T.A.R.D.I.S came to view and out comes the Doctor with a brand new long blue coat and matching tie, "There you are'' he said with a goofy smile, "Thought I'd lost ya" "You're late, Doctor" said Esther, standing up from the steps and grabbing her suitcase, making her way towards the timelord. "Is this the thanks I get for saving the world for the millionth time?" asked the Doctor, "Maybe more than that, but who's counting anyway?" Esther giggled and looked up at the time machine, "so...where to then?" she asks This made the Doctor smile and answer with confidence, "wherever and whenever you want, love" he said, "Every galaxy, every part of history, time and space are at your fingertips!" The Doctor steps aside and allows the girl to enter the T.A.R.D.I.S first, followed by himself, then makes his way to the controls. Esther placed her suitcase aside and looked around the main control room a bit before slipping her hand into her left pocket. She paused, feeling a small piece of paper that she never owned inside, pulling the paper out and opening it to see a small little message. 'When I was a little girl, I had an imaginary friend. And when I grew up, he came back. He's called "The Doctor" He comes from somewhere else He has a box called 'The T.A.R.D.I.S" that can travel anywhere through time and space. I ran away with him, and we've been running ever since. - Amy Pond' Esther looked up at The Doctor who was busy with the controls before looking up at the girl, she quickly hid the note before the Doctor would notice. "Where would you like to go then?" he asked with a goofy smile. The girl thinks for a moment and shrugs, "Surprise me" she answered. This made the Doctor's childish smile grow wider, "I love surprises" he said before the T.A.R.D.I.S takes off, traveling through time and space.

Next Time on Doctor Who

"Welcome to the Lost City of Atlantis!" "Oh ain't she a beauty?" "Your majesty, long time no see" "I thank you, Doctor" "With those two in the way, it won't be easy to get rid of that naïve Queen Aquamarine." "My name is Martha Jones, I can help you" "Doctor!"

#doctor who #10th doctor #tenth doctor #david tennant #14th doctor #amy pond #rose tyler #bbc #matt smitt

[gothicmagpie]

“Thousands of women erupted into shrieks. I remembered Vavra telling me that incidents of shattered eardrums at the boys’ concerts were rising, prompting the entertainment company that managed them to recommend earplugs. But I saw none being worn by the fans around me. They were finally breathing the same air as the boys; now was not the time to be less of a body.”

-from Y/N by Esther Yi.

#Y/N #esther yi #book quotes #books about music

[sakuradreamerz]

“I hope I’m...not too late...” Phantom Vigilante Claire is out to celebrate (and run her booth)!

#TADAAAA! #THIS was Claire’s secret costume X3 #Esther/Claire #OC #post #the muns art #fire emblem fates #spirits and shrieks ;; fall scramble #spirits and shrieks ;; fall scramble ;; costume showcase