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obiwhat · 3 years

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Hey! I've been reading one of your fics and I kinda felt the need to request one! Your writing is so good! If it's levi/erwin is up to you, but that is the ship I'm usually going with 😍🙃

My rec is; Levi is acting out after his squad is killed (Petra, Eld, Gunter and Oulo/Auro? Ouro? I don't even know anymore-) in the way of how he would let out steam in the underground. He goes out drinking and instigates a fight, intentionally or subconsciously, and ends up getting overpowered by a group of men, probably because of his drunkenness and perhaps because of the injured ankle he sustained after the meeting with the female titan. His injuries after the fight are significant and eventually, he's found in an alleyway (or something), by Erwin who's been worried about his mental state (cause obviously, Levi has been trying to hide it, all though rather poorly), and takes care of him.

I hope this isn't too specific 😅 I take requests myself and appreciate people being as thorough as possible. If not; take whatever you like and run with ut 😄😄

AHH THANK YOU FOR SUCH A DETAILED ASK!! good stuff right here^^ big brain moves^^

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(AO3)

(warning: language, violence, a bit of a emetophobia and drinking ofc)

His heart ached.

It spread through his chest into every limb of his body, to the point where the horrible throbbing from his ankle felt like a slight ache in comparison.

Every time Levi lost someone, it broke away a little piece of him. Even though he’d never let it see the surface, there were several cracks underneath. When he found his squad; bloody, with limbs dangling from trees and branches, it broke off another rather large piece.

These were people he had trained closely. Erwin had trusted him enough to assign him a special leadership role in the Scouts and a special operations squad to suit it. When he trained them, he had drilled it into their heads everyday not to die. He gave them every bit of his knowledge on how to survive in the shitty world they had to endure.

He wasn’t a leader. He never had been. Unfortunate people just tended to follow behind him. Levi never knew the right thing to say or how to express what he was thinking, but his squad had still learned quickly. They were smart and skillful and he was… proud of them. Truly.

And their blood still painted that forest floor.

Levi knocked back another shot, numbing the pain for a moment longer. A fleeting escape from the horrors that crept into his mind yet again that night. He was dangling off of his bar stool as he slouched forward even further with his shoulders barely holding his head up. He flagged down the waiter for another round.

It wasn’t exactly clear what had driven him to the rougher side of town, to drown himself in shitty booze. It had a lot to do with his hands, which he refused to look down at. Every time he did, he saw red. Dark crimson. The blood of his comrades. Paired with the echo of radiating pain from his ankle. A pain, he felt, was well deserved.

He wasn’t even supposed to be walking on it, as much as possible at least. Hanji had given him grief about going to an actual doctor for the pain and the swelling. At the moment, he couldn’t find the will to care. As long as he could shove it into his boot and stumble his way into a bar for the night, then he was fine by his standards.

He downed another shot of whiskey, barely feeling the burn in the back of his throat any longer. The room spun, he huffed out a broken laugh quietly under his breath. It’d been years since he’d drank himself to this pathetic point. Not since the underground. Or maybe not since Farlan and…

He threw back the next shot and took in a sharp breath as he stubbornly blocked the memory from surfacing. His eyelids shut tightly as he tried to remove the thoughts of his failures from his mind. All the people he’d failed to protect. Despite his overwhelming strength.

Humanity’s strongest soldier…

What a load of bullshit.

He flagged down the bartender once more and asked for the whole damn bottle, slurring his words to the point of near incomprehension. The bartender didn’t seem to mind. Money was money. Even if his patrons drank themselves into a ditch. That’s how it went in these parts of town. Money was the only language anyone spoke, because money was the only way anyone could make it through the day.

It reminded him of home.

He slammed down his money and swiped the bottle from the counter, the bar spun wildly as he stood on his feet again. Levi had nearly forgotten about his injury, the sudden shift of weight onto his ankle sent him stumbling a bit. He hissed in pain, but only responded with another pull of the whiskey, straight from the bottle.

As the chilled night breeze hit him, Levi felt a sudden wave of disgust. It was the smell of sewage and grime. These alleyways were radiating with it. Swaying a bit, Levi grabbed out blindly for purchase. His palm found a brick wall, covered in something sticky. He winced, pain shooting up his leg as the alleyway walls spun dizzyingly around him.

The pain was welcome. In fact, he’d decided he didn’t deserve the numbness that the whiskey brought. He should feel it all. He’d gotten his comrades killed. Again. He wanted to feel something. To hit something.

Levi’s chance was walking down the other side of the alleyway, feet dragging confidently through the sludge of the streets. A group of men walking together, talking irritatingly loud in contrast to the quiet night streets Levi had enjoyed before.

“Haha! He was dumber than he looked!” One hollered confidently.

“What’d you expect from a son of a whore?” A burly man spit as he laughed, his dull voice echoing through the alleyway. He was obviously somewhat of a leader to them.

His last word perked Levi’s attention. He gripped his whiskey bottle tightly in one hand, nearly busting it into pieces.

“That’s a choice word there.” Levi lazily brought up a shaky finger, along with the whiskey bottle, to point in the direction of the burly man. Or at least where he thought he was. His vision was dancing.

The leader laughed a grating chuckle and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “What is, you drunk idiot? You got a problem with the word whore?”

“I gotta problem with your shit leaking face.”

Levi growled out his words with a half cocked smirk, looking much like a wild animal in the dark of the alleyway. Although his threatening appearance was subdued by the fact that he could barely balance on his feet, without the help of the wall nearby.

“Haha!” The man belly-laughed once more, drawing near, his companions followed closely behind him.

“You got some guts, short stuff. Got the chops to back that shit up?”

The leader rolled back his sleeves, his friends followed suit. They were all geared up to fight him. Levi laughed hollowly in the dark. A sick, empty, laugh influenced by the whiskey fueling his veins.

He swung hard at the burly man, a bit surprised to have connected with his jaw. Levi could barely see straight at this point. A hit was coming from his left, which he barely dodged sluggishly before grabbing the man’s arm with the hand that wasn’t still gripping his whiskey. He twisted it, breaking the man’s wrist.

Levi took a slow swig of the whiskey before he caught a glimpse of something shiny out of the corner of his eye, coming from his right. Someone had pulled a knife. Interesting.

It didn’t quite register properly until the next man lunged at him and he barely had the chance to grip his hand before the knife could plunge into his chest. This new face looked angry. Angrier that Levi had felt about the burly man’s comment. The cause of this chosen chaos. In fact, Levi wasn’t feeling much anger at all over this fight.

The knife drew closer and closer. Levi managed to smack it away, not a moment too soon. The sound of metal crossing the stone ground echoed over the heavy breathing of the group. Levi had placed a heavy weight on his ankle with his last move causing a bit of a wince to unconsciously form on his face. Before he could register what had happened, he felt an even more crippling shock ripple through his entire leg.

He gasped suddenly, vision darkening.

The whiskey bottle hit the ground, spilling the burgundy liquid all over the stone floor. Glass shards scattered all around.

The man had kicked him, hard, in his wounded leg. Right where he’d shoved his bruised, aching flesh into his boot. Levi’s legs gave out beneath him and his knees connected with the stone below with a loud thud. His palms hit glass in front of him as he could barely hold himself upright.

His head was spinning, swirling, and darkening his vision around the edges as he knew nothing but white hot pain for what felt like an eternity.

“I knew it! He’s got a bum leg!” The man who’d pulled the knife shouted gleefully to the remaining members of the crew.

He must’ve noticed Levi’s wince from before. The man sent another crack into Levi’s wounded leg, sending ripples of agony through his entire body. It sobered him to another level fairly quickly. The other men were getting to their feet again as Levi quivered on the ground in pain, gripping his palms into glass and whiskey.

Everything was dark around him as another anticipated strike came through, this one connected harshly with his ribs. There was a deafening crack of bone. There was nothing he could do but wait for the next impact. He couldn’t help but yell out in pain as the agony overwhelmed him. Levi nearly passed out as his head hit the cold stone, whiskey and grime covering one side of his face.

With the side of his face, not plastered to the ground, Levi could spot more legs swinging, connecting with his side, and more sounds of shouting. He couldn’t tell if the shouting was his own anymore. He couldn’t feel much of anything anymore, everything was fading out slow. He was fading.

There were six faces dancing around above him in his hazy vision. His head pounded as he tried desperately to get a grip on his consciousness.

Had there always been six of them? Or were they doubling from his drunken, wounded stupor? They all swirled into a confusing mess of faces. Ugly, contorted, swirling faces. He felt sick.

Another shock connected with his ribs. He heard another sickening crack over their laughs and hollers before his vision finally graced him with complete and utter darkness.

—

Another dead end and no sign of the captain.

At some point he was going to have to send out a missing report. Erwin was hoping it wouldn’t have to come to that, but after hours of scouring the near entirety of the city and finding nothing, he was beginning to accept the facts. Levi was missing.

Missing. Out of bed. Injured.

Erwin remembered when he first saw Levi’s leg after the expedition. He’d only caught a glimpse when Hanji was looking him over. It was horribly bruised and swollen, raw. A part of him blamed himself, he’d sent the captain to fight the female titan. Yet again, Levi had sacrificed a part of himself for humanity. His wounded leg was a sacrifice, but Erwin knew there were much heavier weights on him, paining him deeper than flesh would show.

This small section of town was not one he expected to find Levi in. It was full of filth and squalor. A familiar sight to that of the underground. Something he’d assumed Levi would never return to willingly.

A chill was in the air. Cool breeze passed on the outside of his hood as Erwin pulled it over his eyes. He turned into what he assumed was one of the last streets he hadn’t checked yet. There was a group of men who had just left an alleyway quickly, Erwin noticed a bit of blood on their clothes and faces, not exactly a shock in this part of town.

One man was gripping at his wrist and complaining loudly as they passed Erwin by.

“Piece of shit broke my wrist!” He cried out and kicked a stone on the ground irritatedly.

“Be glad it wasn’t your neck, I bet he would’ve been a lot more dangerous if his leg wasn’t busted. I think he was trained or something. Did you see the way…” Their conversation trailed off as they disappeared around a corner.

Erwin was no longer listening, he was more focused on a particular phrase in their conversation.

Busted leg? Erwin thought for a moment, fearing the worst in the back of his mind. It couldn’t be…

The commander broke into a quicker pace, sweat dripping nervously down the back of his neck as he followed the alleyway, where the men had come from. It was dark and smelled of filth, blanketed in whiskey. There was glass covering the ground as he walked further, he could hear it crunch underneath his boots with each step.

Out of the corner of his eye, Erwin caught a glimpse of black dress shoes. A body lay slumped up against the brick wall of the alley. A head of dark hair, shadowing a pale and bloody face.

Levi.

Erwin kneeled down quickly and placed a warm hand on his shoulder, attempting to rouse him gently. His body was shaking horribly, covered in his own blood and the scent of whiskey.

“Levi…? Please.” Erwin winced as his voice died in his throat. “Say something. Are you alright?”

There was no response. Erwin pushed his dark locks out of his eyes to get a better view of his face. The blood he’d spotted earlier was dripping from his lips which made him immediately check his torso for wounds. He couldn’t find any blood, but when he lifted his shirt carefully, he spotted it.

Erwin had looked emotionlessly at many wounds before, but this made him winced in sympathy. Seeing black and blue paint the side of Levi’s porcelain, perfect skin made him want to run and find those men from before. But no. Levi was the most important thing right now and he had injured himself even worse than before.

The thought over his previous injury crossed Erwin’s mind as he hesitantly lifted Levi’s pant leg. If the bruising on his torso was dark, his leg looked like the night sky. His bruises were black and dark purple, spiraling their way up to his knee. The flesh was swollen and warm to the touch when Erwin hovered his hand above it nervously.

How did this happen? Why was Levi here in the first place? He smelled heavily of alcohol, it was probably what was covering his clothes and turning his cheeks pink. Had he come here to get drunk? To start a fight in an alleyway?

It would be very uncharacteristic of him. But, of course, finding him here in the first place was very uncharacteristic. He wasn’t himself. He hadn’t been for some time now.

Without time to spare, Erwin pulled his cloak off of his shoulders and wrapped Levi’s broken, shivering form. He frowned as he watched the man continue to shake harshly despite the warmth of the cloth. He hadn’t even noticed Erwin’s presence, unusually unalert and dazed.

“It’ll be alright Levi. I’m here now.” His hands hovered over his chest. He’d have to carry him back. “I have to lift you. Please endure it for a moment, we’re not too far from my house.”

Erwin scooped him off of the filthy stone floor and into his warm hold as carefully as he could muster. Levi moaned in pain in his embrace, Erwin pulled him tighter against his chest as he brought them out of the dark alleyway and back into the light.

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A bath was in order. Erwin knew Levi inside and out. He knew he wouldn’t be too keen on waking up smelling like alcohol and blood. He’d be better if he was cleaned up a bit and his wounds were wrapped. Erwin was determined to fix this. To fix him.

He laid Levi’s still, unconscious body carefully into his bathtub, kneeling beside him and washing off the dirt and the blood from his face with a cool rag. He was so delicate with him, like he was handling fragile glass.

Erwin surprised even himself with how carefully he guided the rag across Levi’s broken skin. He wasn’t used to being this careful and soft. War and death had all but stripped him of these qualities. But not with Levi. With Levi, he was different.

It had been a struggle carrying the captain back, with his wounds being so extensive. However, Erwin had made it to his house in record time without much unconscious complaint from the shivering form in his arms. He had been light. Far too light for Erwin’s liking.

He tried to ignore the way Levi’s collar bones stuck out slightly as he washed away soap and the whiskey smell with the soft scrub. Erwin couldn’t bear to glance at the curious patterns of bruises over Levi’s thin body or the way his chest rose and fell with a heavy struggle. He just continued to wash away the soap and water.

Erwin scooped a bit of water into his palms and washed it through Levi’s hair, watching as the last of the blood and whiskey found its way down the drain. As the water trickled through his dark hair, down the back of his neck, Levi stirred a bit but never opened his eyes.

“E-Erwin…” Levi breathed through his words, dazed and unaware of his own incoherent mumbles.

“I’m here, Levi.” Erwin gripped his slender hand tight and ran his other across the man’s creased forehead. “I’m right here. You’re alright.”

“No…” Levi mumbled, voice breaking as his eyes pinched together tighter. “Can’t leave me… Not you… too…”

“I won’t leave you Levi... I promise.”

Such promises were foolhardy in the work they did, but Erwin couldn’t stop himself from making it. He couldn’t stand the way his captain cried out in pain and heartbreak, it was worse than any gruesome scene he’d witnessed.

Levi leaned into his touch as Erwin cupped his palms around his cheeks and kissed his forehead gently. He didn’t know exactly what possessed him to do so, but it seemed to cause some relief from his captain so he allowed it.

Once he was clean, dry and warming up again, Erwin took him to his warm bed to rest finally. He dressed his wounds carefully, glad to see that Levi was finally resting somewhat peacefully. He hoped he could now sense his presence at least. To know he wasn’t alone tonight.

Erwin was concerned with the heat radiating from Levi’s ankle as he wrapped it. He was determined to get Levi to an actual doctor in the morning to look everything over. He would command him this time, to ensure he actually did so. For now, he placed a cool rag on the man’s forehead just in case a fever began, which was entirely likely.

He was in rough shape. Erwin had been lucky to find him when he did.

What if he hadn’t? Would he have caught his death in the chilled night? Or slept on the cold stone ground, injured and alone?

Erwin couldn’t understand Levi’s behavior. It wasn’t like him in the slightest. He was usually so level headed and composed. It made the commander ache to think that this sacrifice had made the man fall so low.

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A dark ceiling was spiraling above him. One that seemed vaguely familiar. His head hurt too much to even try to deduce where the hell he was. There was a cool cloth placed on his brow, wrappings covered his ribs, palms, and leg, his shirt was missing.

All this spinning was aggravating.

He was going to be sick.

Levi crumbled off the side of the bed, hardly making it to the floor as his legs refused to hold him. His body was broken, defeated, exhausted beyond belief. A dizzying roll to his stomach made him clutch it in pain. There was a waste bin by the bed frame which he gratefully and regrettably clutched to his chest.

For a moment, nothing happened. He wished it would, feeling unbelievably nauseous and confused. But he could do nothing to help himself rather than sitting there, shakily clutching the bin.

“Levi…” A familiar whisper found him in the dark.

He jumped and lashed out with a blind strike that hit nothing but air. Erwin’s hand gripped his wrist softly and lowered it, slow. “It’s just me. You’re here with me, at my house.”

Levi’s chest collapsed in breath as he winced again and dry heaved into the bin. Nothing had come from it. He hadn’t eaten enough. He hadn’t eaten much at all… Since…

Blood… Everywhere…

He dry heaved again, gripping the bin with white knuckles. Erwin rubbed soft circles on his back. The familiar touch was welcome despite the circumstances.

“You haven’t been eating, have you?” He asked, quiet so as to not upset Levi further.

Levi didn’t respond. Not because he was unable, but because he simply did not want to. It was pointless. He couldn’t have stomached food. Not while looking at the blood on his hands as he chowed down. Not while his comrades were left bloody in those damn woods.

He slid the bin to the ground and brought his knees into his chest despite the pain it caused him. Levi rubbed cruel circles into his thigh as his wound echoed agony through his entire leg.

He heard Erwin inhale deeply.

“Levi… Why were you…? You can’t just do something like this. What if I hadn’t found you?”

“How did… you… find me?” Levi coughed slightly as his breath caught in his injured chest.

Something deep inside him almost wished Erwin hadn’t found him at all. He shut it away.

“I came to your room to check on you.” Erwin explained, sounding uncharacteristically nervous. “You weren’t there, so I went looking at your regular spots.”

Levi faced his head towards his chest and buried his face deeper, to try to escape this. He wanted to escape again. It was all too much.

“I didn’t think you’d be in the bar district. It was the last place I tried looking.”

He’s been looking for me all night then.

What an idiot.

“Why were you there, Levi?” His voice turned soft, a tone that only Levi had probably ever heard from the man. Something sacred between them.

“Why do you think?” Levi’s tone was more venomous than he intended. If his head wasn’t pounding, he might’ve corrected himself.

“I was worried about you.” Erwin maintained that soft voice despite Levi’s defensive nature. He placed a hesitant hand on the injured man’s knee.

“With everything going on, I can’t lose you too. I need you.”

He needs me, huh?

Why?

Levi hadn’t realized he’d asked it aloud.

“Why?” Erwin repeated his words back to him, looking damaged by the question. “Because…”

The words caught in his throat, at a loss for the right phrasing.

“You’re important to me. To humanity.”

Humanity…

It all feels like a bad joke…

What part of humanity am I even helping if everyone around me gets killed?

“Why’d you even let me train a squad? I just got them all murdered…” Levi felt his chest hitch.

“Their blood… Erwin…”

He finally risked a glance at his shaking hands and clenched his fists so hard he thought his fingernails might draw blood from his flesh.

“It’s all over my hands.”

Erwin was silent. Without his drawing of breath nearby, Levi wouldn’t have known he was even still there with him. But he was, he knew Erwin would never leave him alone right now.

“No matter how many times I scrub them…” He swallowed a wave of nausea as he could see the red start to blanket his palms again. He felt insane. “I can't clean the blood off.”

Suddenly, large warm fingers wrapped around his slender hands, steadying them for him.

“I can't either.”

Erwin’s voice was hoarse in the dark. He rubbed a thumb across the back of Levi’s hand softly, despite the pain in his voice.

“I’m sorry.” His words soothed something deep inside Levi’s aching chest. “We’ll never be able to wipe this blood away.”

Levi released a captive breath, leaning forward into Erwin’s chest despite the burning in his ribs. Erwin could soothe it. He could soothe this pain. Even just by a fraction. Levi sunk into him with fatigue in his bones.

“It reminds us of their sacrifice. What they did for humanity. What we will continue to do for humanity, with their strength fueling our fight.”

Humanity… Humanity’s Strongest…

Never strong enough to save anyone important though…

No one really needs me… Especially not like this…

Broken…

“Stop. You’ll regret it.” His deep voice was stern now. A command from years ago. A call back to reality. “You were a good leader to them. They did their duty well. Perfectly.”

“Don’t—” Levi’s voice caught in his throat.

“You taught them well. They were able to live as long as they did only because of you. Because of what they learned from their time with you.” Erwin brushed a hand through his hair softly and held him closer. “You did well by them. They were proud to die under your last command, I can promise you that.”

Levi wanted to argue, to refuse this, but he couldn’t find the strength behind words just yet. He could only be held tightly by his commander and hear his voice next to his ear.

“I saw the way they looked up to you. Worshipped you in some cases. Loved you in others. They would not do this if you weren’t worthy of it.” He pressed further. “Just the idea of you makes our soldiers confident in a future of freedom. It’s not just your physical capabilities, Levi. It’s the strength within you as well. That is why you’re important.”

He meant it. He meant every damn word. Levi had never heard someone speak so passionately about another person. With such vigor and honesty. It made his heart clench painfully in his broken chest.

“You have to continue. For them.” He whispered in Levi’s ear now, soft and comforting. “For me, as well. I need you, most of all.”

Tears finally found their way onto Levi’s cheeks, eyes turning red in irritation. He cursed himself and crumbled in Erwin’s arms completely.

“God it hurts… It hurts all over.” He couldn’t tell if he was talking about the pain in his heart or the pain in his body. It didn’t really matter as Erwin caressed him softly and made it fade for just a moment.

Erwin didn’t numb him like the alcohol had. He allowed him to feel, to cry, to express. And he held him tightly through it all.

Until the morning sun rose, finding them fast asleep in each other's embrace on the wooden floor. Soft rays of sunlight crossed their cheeks in unison.

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nuka-colacherry · 4 years

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Hi!! New to your blog, could you do one with FNV Companions reacting to a Courier 6 who's a pacifist medic? Thank you!

Hello! Welcome to my blog!! These are kind of short because they are just general headcanons. If you want to request a specific situation with Pacifist Medic Six I can write that and it'll probably be longer than this. I'll be happy to do it too! Also, I kind of assumed Six has high speech Anyway, I hope you like these 💖💖

Arcade:

• Arcade really admires Six's medical skills and their ability to solve situations without needing a gun.

- He believes that if New Vegas had more people like Six then it would definitely be a better place for all of the people who reside in it. He appreciates any help Six gives the people of New Vegas too.

• He will most likely attempt to convince Six to join the Followers, or at least help them out. You can never have too many doctors in the wasteland.

• He feels a bit of a bond with Six because of their shared medical background and preference for not just shooting their problems.

Boone:

• Boone also sees the value in medical knowledge and understands how important medics are (especially in war)

• But deep down he would be somewhat resentful about Six being a pacifist. He believes that talking can only do so much and sometimes sees Six's refusal to raise a gun as them actually refusing to take action and letting problems go unsolved.

- If Six ever talked to him about it and explained why they are a pacifist, he would most likely feel better about it.

• Despite his occasional negative feelings, he is still ready to protect Six and fight for them.

Cassidy:

• Cass thinks Six is really smart. Not very many people have what it takes to be a medical professional and she gets how hard it can be.

• She doesn't really understand why Six would choose to be a pacifist, but she is respectful about it.

- But, she seriously wouldn't appreciate Six being upset about any violent actions she takes while they travel together. She's respectful about Six's pacifist stance and expects Six to be respectful about her occasional violence if they travel with her.

• She does wish she was as good as Six when it comes to talking to people. It would have been incredibly useful for business negotiations.

Lily:

• While the other companions think Six is a smart, talented person, Lily believes that Six is a genius.

• She will loudly brag about Six every chance she can, whether Six is around or not. It can be embarrassing sometimes. She does mean well though.

- Seriously, Six could solve 2+2 and Lily will start talking extremely loudly to everyone about how "Smart her little pumpkin is." And makes sure they all know that "They're one of the best doctors in the Mojave desert."

• Since Six is a pacifist she will insist that she travels with them. That way she can protect them herself. It will be hard for Six to convince her that they can handle themselves, especially if they're traveling alone.

Raul:

• Raul is mostly neutral to Six being a medic. Obviously, he can value Six's skill but back in his day there was rarely a shortage a doctors. It makes him somewhat sad that qualified doctors are in such short supply. He does find Six being a pacifist interesting though.

• Rauls opinion on Six being a pacifist changes slightly depending on which ending to his quest they pick.

- For Vaquero Raul, he finds it somewhat ironic that Six convinced him to become a gunslinger again. He finds the concept of a pacifist encouraging him to start fighting again funny. Still, he'd be more than willing to help if Six ever needed backup for something.

- For Retired Raul, he enjoys traveling with Six a little bit more because he doesn't have to worry about Six getting them in some big battle over nothing. He's definitely not a pacifist now, but he's old and tired and appreciates Six's peaceful nature.

Veronica:

• Veronica is used to seeing medics back at the B.O.S bunker, so Six being one isn't really a big deal to her.

• She finds the idea of being a pacifist interesting though. When she first learned about Six being one, she often wondered how traveling as a pacifist is even possible in the wasteland.

• She'll constantly asks Six questions about what they allow and dont allow themselves to do. At least until she understands how Six balances being a pacifist and traveling.

• She enjoys traveling with Six. Mostly because she likes learning about their medical knowledge and how they gained it But she also enjoys pretending to be Six's bodyguard.

- If Six works with the Followers of the Apocalypse she'll ask a lot of questions about how they work too

• Often she will tease Six about their nonviolent ways, but she really does respect Six's dedication to their moral code.

#fallout new vegas #fnv #companions react #arcade gannon #craig boone #raul tejada #This is my first fnv reacts im pretty excited about it haha

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utterlyinevitable · 4 years

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Doctor D’Ora

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x MC (Becca Lao) x Ethan Ramsey x OC Word Count: 2.3k Warning: angst angst angst Summary: Becca spots Ethan with a new lady friend. This takes place in OHSY about a month after Ethan returns from the Amazon.

A/N: This was meant to be a chapter in the Trials & Tribulations series but I didn’t think it fit anymore and wanted to post this fic as-is before I destroy it.

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He met her on location. The long brown hair, inquisitive green eyes, long legs that held her frame in perfect posture, and a faint minimalistic dove tattoo on her wrist. In another life Dr. Alessandra D’Ora could have been a model. She was brilliant and supportive - a great companion in the lonely Amazonian nights. Just like him she was in her late-thirties, and worked at a private practice in Ontario, Canada. Ethan Ramsey was grateful for her company every one of those sixty lonely nights on location - Alessandra was the perfect distraction from his thoughts.

And now here she was in Boston.

Two weeks after the end of their mission with the World Health Organization she was sat at the table across from him, describing her newest adventure; She’s spending a month guest lecturing on socialized medicine at Harvard Medical.

Dr. Rebecca Lao passed by the window of Alessandro’s and saw the two - her boss and sometimes lover sharing a meal with a stunning woman over delightful conversation two tables away. She stopped in her tracks. They looked so comfortable together. At ease, even. Becca noticed the way his shoulders curved in relaxation much like when they were alone together all those times ago.

There in the damp August evening her heart broke. Ethan was smiling, the crows feet around his eyes on display for everyone to see. Ethan rarely smiled. If she didn’t know him better, she’d be convinced he didn’t have any cracks in his features and his life was devoid from any sort of happiness. But there he was in that navy sports coat, its only purpose to compliment his gleaming eyes, smiling with someone else, laughing at her jokes. He was happy with someone else.

How long have they known each other? Is this new?

Becca ripped her gaze from the deceiving window and pushed the thoughts away just as quickly as they infiltrated her mind. Ethan had abandoned her without a trace all those weeks ago, she didn’t owe him another thought. He made the executive decision to sever their intimate relationship, so she made the decision to keep him away from her life outside the hospital.

Becca headed home, abandoning her takeout mission. If he had moved on so could - should she. She pulled out her phone and rang the second most used number in her contacts recently.

He picked up on the second ring.

“Have you eaten?” Becca asked without pleasantries.

“I could go for some dessert,” she could hear the megawatt smile through Bryce’s playful remark.

“I’ll be over in ten.”

***

Becca started spending more time with Bryce outside of his apartment. They weren’t necessarily hiding their relationship, they just didn’t know what to call it. They were casual. They were friends. Friends who had intimate benefits at the drop of a dime. It wasn’t a secret, but also no one bothered to ask about their title. Bryce hated labels anyway, they didn’t fit with his go-with-the-flow demeanor.

They started spending more time outside of the bedroom and the comfort of the walls around them that let them simply be. With every passing day Becca and Bryce grew closer and bolder in their advances. They’ve played footsies in the cafeteria, kissed for hours on the grass in the park, shared plates at Don Luigi’s, and intertwined their hands at the coffee shops by the hospital.

Today they were sitting in the corner of Derry Roasters, Becca’s go-to for a caffeine fix. Cuddled close together on a half-booth with their backs to the wall and shoulders touching. They were specifically sat right under the overhead speaker which drowned out the world around them and made Bryce’s whispers even more erotic. He’d gotten cocky in the last few days, slipping his hand up her thigh, whispering all the ways he wanted her with hundreds of passersby around.

This time his whisper brought a chill up her spine, it wasn’t what she expected to hear during their brief coffee break.

“Hey, look. Dr. Grumpy’s on a date,” Bryce called her attention to the attending sauntering in.

Becca’s deep brown eyes watched his every step carefully, silently hoping he’d look over to her deep in Bryce’s embrace.

He never did. His eyes were solely fixated on his companion.

Dr. Ethan Ramsey glided over to the table Dr. Alessandra D’Ora had been sat at. She rose when she felt his familiar presence not too many footfalls away. He gave her a hug and Becca unnaturally stiffened under Bryce’s arm at the sight.

“They look friendly,” Becca whispered.

Bryce’s eyes were still dissecting their movements. It was a sight to behold - strict and lone Ramsey was joined by someone and not just anyone, an absolutely stunning woman. “Do you think they’re friends or friends?”

“Et- Dr. Ramsey doesn’t have friends.”

“Hm… looks more intimate than just a business lunch. Wanna find out?”

Bryce rapidly stood up, grabbing Becca’s hand and dragging her briskly through the seating area. They were moving so quickly Becca couldn’t keep her shorter legs in pace with him, when her hand slipped from Bryce’s she felt off balance and collided into the corner of an empty table with a thunk! Bryce spun on his heels to make sure she was okay and backed right into Dr. D’Ora waiting for her order.

Once he was positive Becca wasn’t in any imminent danger he turned back to Dr. D’Ora. “So sorry about that,” he apologized as he steadied himself and the unknown doctor. “You okay?”

Alessandra expertly took in his green scrubs and badge as Bryce flashed her his most flirty smile. “Quite alright, Doctor…?”

“Lahela. Bryce Lahela.” Bryce ran a hand through his hair, a move he was well aware most women couldn’t resist. Becca came over to the pair and he winked at his favorite accomplice, “Should really watch where you’re going, Becks.”

Becca rolled her eyes.

With a sparkle in his kaleidoscope eyes Bryce sent his most charming of smiles to the stranger, “I didn’t catch your name?”

“Dr. Alessandra D’Ora,” she placed her wallet under her arm to free up her hand to shake his outstretched and waiting one.

“Pleasure to meet you, Dr. D’Ora.” He gave her hand two good shakes before letting go and pointing to the awkward doctor beside him. “This is my girlfriend Dr. Rebecca -”

He didn’t get to finish the introduction.

Ethan’s deep authoritative baritone voice rang like warning sirens in her ears. “Rookie. Dr. Lahela. Don’t you have patients to attend to?” Her cheeks began to flush in mortification.

“Just on a break, Dr. Ramsey,” Bryce smiled, “Who’s your friend?”

Alessandra looked between the three of them, noticing the unaddressed new tension between her friend and the doctor he’s spoken about on many occasions. “You must be Dr. Lao,” she outstretched her delicate and manicured hand to Becca. Out of courtesy Becca obliged. “Ethan told me about your excellent diagnosis of Dr. Banerji. Well done, you must be very proud.”

“I’m just happy Naveen’s alive and well,” Becca smiled before tugging on the back of Bryce’s scrubs, “We should get back.”

“Bye, Doctors. Enjoy your date!” Bryce called over his shoulder as Becca all but dragged him away.

Once they were safely out of the eatery Becca let herself relax and her freckles break free of the blush. “I can’t believe you,” she laughed uncomfortably.

Bryce laced his fingers with hers and tugged her closer. “Hey - we learned that Dr. Ramsey has a hot lady friend and he talks about you.”

“And that I’m your girlfriend?” She thought they had an arrangement, they were meant to be a carefree and no-commitment zone. Introducing her as his girlfriend was a shock.

“Well, yeah,” he shrugged. “You’re a girl and you’re my friend. If you were a man you’d be my manfriend.”

Becca rolled her eyes, “Uhuh.”

“Take it however you want, Becks. I’m just happy you choose to spend your free time with me,” he pecked her temple before they entered back into Edenbrook and went their separate ways.

***

Later that day as she was packing up her things to leave the office after the mid-week diagnostics briefing, Ethan called behind her;

“Lao, a word.”

Becca’s eyes went wide. Her and Ethan really haven’t been on the best of terms since he pushed her away the last time they kissed. The closest they’ve gotten to their past level of normalcy was when they were doing a house search for the Lamar Stevenson Case - he held her when she slipped and then with both their knowledge and a bit of banter they solved the case.

With arms folded and a critical eye he inquired, “What was that back there?”

Becca decided then and there that the best way to avoid this awkward conversation was to play coy, “I don’t know what -”

“Whatever you and Scalpel Jockey were doing, don’t,” he defensively interrupted her lame excuse. “My personal relationship with Dr. D’Ora is not hospital gossip.”

The way his shoulders were squared, all his walls were on display and the way he was talking down to her burned a fire deep in her core. “Who is she?” she mimicked his stance and tone.

“A friend.”

“You don’t have friends,” she challenged, folding her arms over her chest.

Ethan let out a long sigh, knowing he’d have to give her something. He didn’t want to fight with Becca anymore. He owed Becca some sort of explanation. He didn’t know why but he felt he needed to tell her.

He rubbed his hand down his face as he said, “We met on mission. Friendships happen when there aren’t any bars around.”

Becca took a second for his words to settle, piecing the puzzle together out loud. “You met her in the Amazon... When you were trying to forget your feelings for me...” she tried to mask the betrayal forming in her throat and creeping up into her features as best as she could. “Did it work? Did she help you move on?”

The tension was built up so high around them that neither could move from their positions only four footfalls away from one another.

“What are you doing with Lahela? Don’t think I haven’t noticed your… closeness,” he spat back. “Are you his girlfriend?” Ethan’s brow was raised high to the sky and blue eyes clouded over with a storm of regret.

“Whatever we are isn’t of your concern. You made that decision for us. You pushed me away.”

“I sure as hell didn’t push you into his arms!”

“No. But you made it explicitly clear I can’t find solace in your arms,” she bit back. Becca’s chest began to heave. Her mind was telling her she needed to pace to muster up the courage to say all that needed to be said, however her feet were stuck there in that spot. His intense gaze paralyzed her, and just looking at his face she adored so much arguing back at her, Becca internally screamed at herself. She assembled every ounce of courage in her frame to retort, “I can’t believe you. You’re meant to be holier than thou, the epitome of a moral compass. Why are you such an ass?”

Ethan’s nose flared and eyes hooded at her words.

They stood in bitter silence staring one another down. He was a statue boring down at her shaking and rageful form. The world of emotions coursing through her veins evident in the way she balled her fists, callusing the skin of her palms with her fingernails. Her brown eyes squinting trying to keep tears from falling and giving her a much-needed release. The loose strands of hair at the crown of her head are the only thing moving with the natural rotation of the earth.

Ethan broke the trance first going to sit down on the couch.

Hunched over with his head cradled in his hands he breathed ever so softly, “She has a private urgent care practice in Canada.” Tugging at the roots of his hair he tried to keep his voice level and calm. “We were on mission together. She’s guest lecturing at Harvard Medical. We’re just colleagues.”

Becca was rightly skeptical, “Like we’re just colleagues?”

“No. Strictly professional.” Ethan finally looked over at her. If Becca stood closer she could see the faintest marks of red in the whites of his picturesque eyes. “Her wife is really supportive of her work.”

Becca’s mouth dropped.

Ethan watched as the woman ten years his junior slumped into the seat next to him, letting her knee brush against his as her hands followed suit to cover her face in embarrassment.

“God. I’m an ass,” she sighed.

Ethan’s shoulders loosened as he involuntarily let a small chuckle slip through his lips. “Yes, yes you are,” he agreed with a smile and shake of his head, placing his hand on her thigh and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Sorry,” Becca mumbled.

He was mesmerized by the feeling of her heat under him, taking him back to all those times he held dear. “I’m sorry… for everything.”

Her hand found his. “I know…”

They couldn’t catch a break. Everything between them was always so complicated. For another moment they let themselves sit in silence, a more comfortable silence where they could simply be Ethan and Becca, not attending and fellow. Just two people finally being honest.

Ethan was the one to shatter the comfortable bubble they’ve found themselves in.

“Are you dating Lahela?”

Becca shook her head to herself. “We’re friends. Really good friends.” It was the truth. Bryce was her best friend, they did everything together. “I should get going,” she gave Ethan’s hand a squeeze before removing it to rise up from her position.

She was halfway towards the door when Ethan spoke, “I’m going to Evelyn’s art exhibit tonight. Do you want to come along?”

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maraudersandlily20 · 4 years

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you were asking for prompts, so i thought, could you maybe write something about linny reuniting and confessing just after the battle? if you vibe with it? also, i love your writing and it’s absolutely brilliant

(Hello! Thank you for your lovely words and your prompt, I appreciate it. I actually wrote a Linny reunion, kind of, a while ago. It was more of a... during battle love confession, but still. It was just what the doctor and your prompt ordered! I do want to write something for you, since you were so lovely and gave me a prompt at all. So enjoy some Linny love!)

“Why do they call it the forbidden forest? It’s like putting a child in front of a marshmallow and telling them not to eat it. People literally cannot stop themselves,” Ginny noticed, stepping up on a branch dramatically.

“I’d have to agree,” Luna said in her lilting way. “If I’ve learned anything from spending time with Harry, it’s that forbidden things are often the most appealing. Or the most dangerous and therefore the best place with rules to disregard.”

Neville breathed out a laugh, glancing up and down at his sketchbook in concentration. “You’re right about that. If things are specifically against the rules, Harry has to do exactly that. It’s like an engrained need in him.”

“You mean like how everyone told him that dating a Slytherin would be a bad idea, so he ended up with his arch nemesis?” Ginny snickered. Harry and Draco had been besotted with each other since fourth year, though neither would admit it. It was like the entire school was holding its breath and placing on bets when they would get together. It took a war and Draco almost dying in his attempt to spy for the Order, but they seemed to get there eventually.

“Draco wasn’t his arch nemesis,” Luna argued. “They were just very overly dramatic and didn’t know how to cope with their feelings.”

“Sounds familiar,” came Ginny’s muttered reply. The war had ended after the battle of Hogwarts two weeks before, with Ginny confessing her feelings to Luna in the midst of fighting. They had shared a kiss, but now, anytime Ginny attempted to bring the encounter up, Luna would steer the conversation away. It didn’t make any sense.

“I think there’s more Moly up this way. I’m pretty sure someone mentioned white blossoms to the west.” Neville said, shifting his feet and setting off at a quick pace.

Ginny rolled her eyes, wondering how she had allowed Neville to talk her into coming on another plant gathering escapade. But, when he gave her that look of “You’re my best friend in the whole world and I want you to come look at fun plants with me” paired with the “I’ve invited Luna along as well”, she couldn’t seem to pass it up.

Luna, herself, was weaving what appeared to be a crown from the long pieces of grass they passed. There were tufts of random plants and she was working on bending the blades without any of them breaking. It was endearing. It made Ginny smile.

She looked up to see if Neville had gotten far enough ahead that she could talk without worrying too much. He was. He often disregarded his companions and went at his own pace when plant hunting. Ginny stepped off a root she had been balancing on and jogged to catch up to Luna.

“So...” she began softly. Luna hummed in response. “I was just wondering when were ever going to talk about what happened.”

“What happened?” Luna asked, her eyes squinted in confusion as she shot Luna a look.

Ginny groaned. “C’mon Loony. I know you know what I’m talking about.”

“I’m sorry, Ginerva, but I really don’t.’

“The kiss!” Ginny exploded. “The kiss that happened in the hallways during the battle? The kiss that happened after I confessed how I felt about you? You know, that thing?”

Luna looked at her a moment, as if contemplating something, before returning her gaze to her braided crown. “There’s not really much to say,” she murmured with a shrug of her shoulders. Ginny was shaking her head before she even got all of her sentence out.

“Don’t do that, Lun. C’mon. Please? I’ve tried to bring it up numerous times over the past two weeks, but you keep dodging the subject. I just want to talk about it. Talk about what it meant.”

Luna stopped then, turning her full body toward Ginny and gently placed the braided grass crown atop of her red hair that was glinting so brightly in the sunlight. “I’m sorry if I’ve frustrated you, Ginny. It wasn’t my intention.” With that, she turned and continued to follow Neville.

“Well then talk to me! I’ve been going mad trying to understand. We kissed. I told you I loved you and you told me the same. And then everything ended and it was like it had never happened at all.”

“I didn’t... I didn’t want to pressure you,” Luna said softly, staring up at the trees around her, avoiding looking at Ginny at all.

“Pressure me? Luna, I made the first move! What do you mean, pressure me?”

“We were in a fight. People say things without thinking when their lives are about to end. I’ve seen it often. I was worried that perhaps you had been driven by adrenaline, not thinking clearly. I didn’t want to make you feel like you were tied to me, or anything.”

Ginny groaned louder, rolling her eyes to the heavens. “Neville, will you please explain to Luna that I’m in love with her and I want to be with her?” She called to the boy who was still studying the plants he was walking past.

“Oh no,” he said, his voice distracted. “This is between the two of you, it has nothing to do with me. Fix your own problems.”

The redhead grumbled some unkind words under her breath before turning to Luna and grabbing onto her wrist. “Luna,” she started, wanting the girl to look at her as she said this. “I know that there have been people in your life you used you, or who didn’t always care about what you had to say. I know that some of those people have even hurt you. I know that you’re afraid that nobody will ever love every piece of you, and so you tuck parts of it away in the hope that no one will ever ask. I know you, Luna Lovegood. I know who you are.” Ginny grinned. “I promise that me telling you I was in love with you wasn’t a joke, wasn’t a moment of clouded judgement or a rush of adrenaline. It was real. I really do feel that way about you. I am, actually, in love with you. So please, stop running away. I just need you to be brave, like you make me feel, and tell me the truth.”

Luna’s eyes were wide in surprise at the admission. She had never really felt wanted by someone before. Having Ginny standing here, wanting her to believe she loved her, made her feel like maybe she was allowed to want to be wanted.

“I don’t really know how to do... this,” Luna admitted, her cheeks growing red.

Ginny shrugged. “Me either, but I bet we can figure it out together, like we always do.”

Luna stared at Ginny and saw some kind of resolve. It was the same kind of look she got right before a match. It was the face she made when she was determined. And Luna felt a sliver of hope.

“Alright,” she finally said, smiling softly.

The other girl blinked in surprise? “Wait, really?”

Luna nodded.

“Alright,” Ginny replied, feeling her heart pick up in speed.

“Finally,” Neville murmured, picking up a black stemmed flower. “Useless lesbians and their inability to just talk to each other. Absolutely ridiculous.” But, despite his grumbling, he was smiling wide.

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isagrimorie · 4 years

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Oh I like this interview, it goes a lot more in depth than the others. (Although there’s some typos in here, and this needed another pass from a copy editor).

It’s interesting to see that Chibnall thought of Series 11 as 10 standalone pilot episodes. I can see why he’d use the term pilot episodes, I still feel like BBC hampered him a bit with a remit he has to fulfill.

But my overall observation of Chibnall in the interviews, is that he’s a lot less nervous and stressed, last year he was drily (and IMO nervously) going on about how ratings aren’t everything.

Chibnall also confirms this is the team, a little after Resolution and that they’re a tight unit. So... because they keep emphasizing family and the team being a tight unit, this will naturally be the season when the team is tested.

Anyway, snippets to this interview:

Yahoo: So was it a conscious decision that you wanted to bring returning monsters back, or was it just the natural thing to do?

I mean it was a sort of deliberate plan to not have any last year. To enable it to be about the Doctor and those companions, and also for them to be able to create their own adversaries.

It was always the plan in the second series, and also to make them feel rare and valuable and precious because they hadn't been around, so when you bring them back they feel a little bit more valuable and you’re just not bringing them out every year. Which is always the challenge in Doctor Who, to keep that balance really.

There are certain things that you want to see a Doctor go up against you know? And Cybermen would be another one on the list. So, yeah, it was very specifically planned that way, and as treats for the audience really.

And how has Jodie found her second year do you think she's more comfortable in the role?

The thing is with Jodie, she landed all guns blazing, I mean, both literally and metaphorically, on screen and off.

Even from her first audition, it was like ‘right, okay!’

So I think the thing that she's done this year... It's like she was amazing last year, and she was so Doctor-y, she had the essence of the Doctor right from the start.

And what you'll see this year is just that kind of deepening and broadening, and hopefully we've taken the 13th Doctor to places that she undoubtedly didn’t go in her first series.

So she does other things, there are other aspects of the character to explore this year. She's just limitless. And my job is to continually challenge her, provide her with material that we haven't given her before, and I think this series does that definitely.

In that sense, does she have an input into where things go in the second season?

Well it's funny. We sit down at the beginning of every series and I go, ‘these are the stories, these are the themes, this is the journey for the Doctor’ and we talk about that and she'll ask questions and then I'll also go ‘what are you interested in doing, what are you not interested in doing?’

So we have a general talk. And then it's sort of a dialogue. And then that will feed that into my thinking for the series and how we approach other scripts and talk to other writers about it, but it's a bit less verbal after that.

It becomes me watching the rushes and seeing what she's doing, and sort of nudging and going, ‘oh she's really enjoyed that moment’ or ‘oh she's doing this and I didn't realise she could do that like that’ or ‘she's playing this differently’, which is really exciting.

So it's the sort of unspoken tennis match across the shooting in a funny way. I'll lob a scene and she'll hit it back.

So, there's a dialogue at the start and then there's not really a dialogue during the series, apart from everything she does, which I watch every day. And that's the joy of it: just thinking, ‘oh she did that brilliantly’. Okay, I've given you something new. Oh, she's done that brilliantly too. And you really can't ask for anything more from a lead actor, and I say that hand on heart.

She is extraordinary. I knew she was extraordinary having worked with her before. She's more extraordinary than I thought she was.

And your three supports: how have they found this second season?

What you see with them is that thing of the first volume, if you like, they're just wowed by the journey of being with the Doctor, figuring out the Doctor, and the sheer variety of places they end up going to.

And then I think over time, naturally, as any kind of normal humans would do, is you’re starting to think, ‘who is this person and what are we doing?’ You can still be having a great time but you're going to start questioning what you're doing there, what the long term plan is, and who is that person?

Because actually, if you think of what she told them in the first series: It's pretty much zero.

I don't think I don't think she uses the word Time Lord, I don't think she uses the word Gallifrey in the first series. She might be using those words this year.

I really like the bit where Chibnall talks about his working dynamic with Whittaker, that they initially start with the dialogue and then watches to see how she takes to the material. I also like that they talk themes.

Also, again, deliberately not using the words Time Lord and Gallifrey. Open, friendly, but actually she’s closed off a huge part of herself and it’s great to be find that my theories does have basis.

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #13th doctor #chris chibnall #bts #doctor who spoilers #dw series 12

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Ryan’s arc & what I want

(This thing is in part inspired by/a partial thinky response to this incredible review of the Tsuranga Conundrum. I’m half and whole quoting ideas in places without signalling that but this isn’t academic so whatever. This got super long.)

So surprisingly the thing I want the MOST out of Doctor Who right now (which don’t think will happen) is a very specific thematic arc for Ryan (surprisingly (?) he is my FAV companion out of em three).

I think, the way they've set Ryan up as a mechanic (dad's legacy) and a nurse (nan's legacy) makes him a lasting echo of the Tsuranga Conundrum themes: technology vs. the organic body, coming together. Ryan laments not getting to learn more from Grace. He starts out an aspiring mechanic, a 'male', 'rational' job (emotionally distant dad, starting out a bloke), but I want the trend to persist of him finding meaning when applying that to life - organic acts, caring for others (nan, balancing with the thematically feminine). He represents a thematic hybridisation.

But not just that. This would contrast the Doctor. Mechanics and nurses are carers. They maintain the fabric of society - they are a force of renewal, they continuously rebuild and order. They do the WORK of keeping everything running, and it is WORK. They are integral parts to society, because they maintain it. Society, everyday, falls down a little bit, and every day that slow-motion collapse is fixed up, the ones who do that work often invisible and taken for granted. Nurses care for/maintain the systems of the body, mechanics care for/maintain the technological systems of society. Bringing those together, you get the body politic, caring for/maintaining the whole people of society.

The Doctor lives outside society. The Doctor does not do the WORK. They smash into places and upend them, she diagnoses the problem, administers medicine and she runs. She destroys selectively. Medicine is poison, a poison which is calculated to be less damaging than the affliction to such a degree that it does not kill the patient. She does not rebuild.

The Doctor is bad at maintenance - the TARDIS is the prime example. She's technologically advanced and a genius, but she is bad at maintenance. The Doctor chose the name 'Doctor' - but she does not/cannot do the WORK of healing, because it requires she stay. She leaves a mess - less of a mess than if things had kept going as they had - but still a mess (death and destruction in their wake). Society, consisting of those who do the work, they actually do the healing. The patient does the healing.

I want to see Ryan developing into somebody who does do that work, somebody who maintains, who renews, who cares, fixes, clears, cleans, orders, who stays and rebuilds and so finds a place integral to society - from a balanced duality of technology (male-coded) and the organic body (female-coded). Why? He has been shown to be an apprentice in this - somebody who focuses primarily on caring for the Doctor and his friends, helping Graham with his grief, staying for Hanne.

The Doctor runs from that slow life.

Ryan is running towards it. Nothing truly tethers him to his mundane life right now, not family because he's lost them, not work because he's got a shit job, not studies apparently because he didn't seem worried about them. He's the opposite of Yaz, who has very strong roots in a very present family and very present professional ambitions. He is looking for something that gives him direction, purpose, a place in society. There is no other way to find a place in society than to stay and do the work and be part of the necessarily relentless wave against collapse and entropy.

Importantly, maintenance does not mean automation. It should be the opposite of automation - of assuming that the current direction and state of affairs is fine and needs no adjustment. Maintenance is decisions, decisions every day. In fact, the most important thing is that the act of maintaining society, caring for bodies, for systems, for the body of society, does not become automatic, but that we actively and with awareness, imagine and shape society into what we want it to be. Everything consists of the sum of decisions made every single second.

i.e. 'Whole worlds pivot on imagination' (the most inspired line of the whole season). This is a statement about how our systems are only possible because of the web of values (imagination) we use to support them.

The Doctor generally interacts with these in order to change them radically. Change the imagination radically, and so the world. Change the narrative, change the people. She is a Doctor of hope. Hope is knowing that change is possible, that time is in flux, that our actions and decisions could matter. The Doctor does a rough course correction if we lose track of our responsibility to care for, maintain, decide, imagine every day what society should be.

All these things Ryan could learn from the Doctor - seeing the worlds pivoting on narratives and imagination, learning the importance of his decisions, taking the opportunities this life offers him to learn how to be a carer/maintainer of life and society, systems and bodies - to then become the Doctor's opposite.

Somebody who becomes part of the living unit of society and does the real work of healing.

You also then have a continued trend of flipping gender roles while maintaining the importance of female legacy. The work of underlying maintenance of society has often been considered women's work (and also that of the underclasses). The Doctor does not do this work as a woman (nor as an aristocrat - she can never run from that status - she has a TITLE - a class dynamic which is NOT flipped), Ryan, as a bloke, (and not from a wealthy background) inherits this (SACRED) responsibility from Grace.

Eve Cicero was a hot-shot pilot, and burned out in noble sacrifice (as the Doctor often does). Her brother however, facilitated her sacrifice - but his technician's work, maintenance, like women's work, was looked down upon. However, it was essential. He connected her body to the system, a technological act gaining meaning through the organic and the emotional connection, becoming - arch typically- even more of a woman's work. Hybridisation. In a way, it might be read as a comment on the being of the Doctor itself on a gender level, flipped but her identity incorporating both - and on a class level (not flipped)- and on the level of how the Doctor is a traveller - linking back into where the Doctor is powerless, must be powerless. Because The Doctor cannot, must not, govern others and their decisions (the greatest tragic flaw/harmatia of a Doctor is hubris). Doctors must leave their patients agency.

#this got super long but also it's still super messy and doesn't totally make sense #anywayyyy #i am dying to get this theme but i don't think i am getting it #dw #doctor who #ryan #my stuff #analysis #my analysis #how can i tag this so i don't lose track of it

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i. basics

Card: 14. Temperance

Character Name: Aalin Pace

Faceclaim: Morena Baccarin

Age: 38

Gender & Pronouns: Female, she/her

Outside Occupation: UX Designer

ii. character interview

If you could be in charge, would you be? What would you do?

“I’ve been in charge before. I’ve led teams of disparate people, I’ve tried to hold their hands and maneuver them through trials and tribulations, I’ve succeeded and I’ve failed. While there is great satisfaction in a job well done along with the knowledge that you were instrumental in getting there, there are so many drawbacks. The blame, if given, rests squarely on your shoulders. Tempers flare and you’re the one they attack. At times it’s like herding cats. Cats that are on fire and refuse to be put out.”

Her answer seemed to please The World. There was a nagging feeling that Aalin had once known this person, but she couldn’t remember the specifics. It was quite infuriating, if she was being honest. A puzzle she would never be able to solve, not if what The World had told her was true. She would be limited to the stacks of journals held within these walls. Second hand information. It wasn’t the way Aalin liked to learn, but she supposed it would suffice. For now.

Aalin shook her short crop of hair over her shoulder. “Over the years, I’ve learned I like to lead from the sidelines, if at all. My skills are more useful than my leadership, I think. People forget you’re there if you’re not the one standing in the middle of the room shouting your opinion and marching orders, leaving much more room to soak up information. You learn something about the people on your team when they think you’re not listening, more than they’d ever tell you to your face. Not to mention the amount of time I have for my own education. Leading can be so tiresome and time consuming.” She let out an exasperated sigh, remembering all too well how exhausting the launch of Google News was, despite its success.

It was the most Aalin had spoken uninterrupted in years. She liked how The World let her say her peace, even though it felt like every word was being analyzed for some greater purpose. Aalin was used to that, though she was more used to being the one doing the analyzing. A quizzical look blossomed across her face, genuine curiosity in her words. “How does anyone get anything done when they’re in charge?”

What is your favorite part of your power?

When I first came to “The Lair”, I found only a few fellow Councilors, the beginnings of my new family. Immediately, I felt their abilities slamming into my brain and could no longer deny The World and her claims of magic and the Arcana Council. As soon as I felt their powers, however, they were gone. No...not gone...suppressed. Hiding beneath the surface, bubbling under a fog. Had I done that?

The World called it “Power dampening”, but some of my peers called it something far more crass. It wasn’t my fault I couldn’t control it yet, but I have to admit it was calming not to have everyone waving their abilities around all willy nilly. The Empress was the only one I really trusted, until a new member came in soon after me. They seemed more grounded than the rest, more willing to keep the balance the world so desperately needs.

No wonder they call me Temperance.

I never noticed before I came here, how much the anxiety inducing meetings got to me back in the “real” world. The men swinging their egos around, mousy women taking anything they threw at them, and the ones who wanted to argue any point with any person who would listen. It was chaos and I just shut it out and went to work. No wonder no one ever noticed me. Even here with all the large personalities, it was a wonder The Lovers even saw me unless I was taking away their abilities.

Read us a journal entry from your first life.

Journaling has always brought me peace. I would have kept one even if The World had not asked us to, though to be honest, it would have contained many different entries, I’m sure. I know some of the others detest the assignment or feel it’s beneath them, but I agree with The World’s idea to keep our lives recorded, and from our own perspectives. How interesting it could be to reread these tomes after centuries away from that point in our lives.

I still find myself coming to terms with my newfound abilities. Magic has and always will be a force of balance, but I find myself off-kitler as I adjust. The Ancients warned us of this, but you never really know a feeling until you’ve felt it. Every time I walk into a room, I feel the others’ abilities as if they were tangible entities I could reach out and hold, and I feel myself softening them until they’re almost indistinguishable. More practice is needed, to be sure. At times the others’ abilities are too overwhelming, even when they’re not being used. I can still feel them, hanging in the air around me. I can tell some of my new companions despise my power. They tend to forget I’m there, until they can no longer wield their powers.

Perhaps that is why I was chosen. To keep the balance.

I’ve never faltered when it comes to balance. I find myself dancing on the precipice of light and dark, “good” and “evil”, chaos and serenity, never tipping one way or the other. My companions seem to have a harder time staying on one side or the other, when they should be toeing the line between. But that is not their strength, and I understand that.

If only they did. If only they learned to lean on their fellow Councillors for their strengths. Perhaps with time we shall grow and harmonize the way the Ancients want us to. I’m optimistic, but I feel the other Councilors’ gifts and can sense how dangerous they would be if used for selfish purposes, if used without the rest of us to balance.

iii. background

Balance. Life and death. A new soul comes screaming into the world as another peacefully fades out of it. This is how Aalin entered this iteration of her life, with the truest sense of harmony and symmetry. On the clear night in December, as a fresh snow was falling over the hospital grounds in Ashland, Oregon, Aalin Pace came kicking and screaming into being, replacing the soul of her mother. The doctors had known it would be a difficult birth, but Nooma demanded to go through with the pregnancy. Aalin was to be her little miracle, even if it killed her. And that she was, even if Nooma wouldn’t be around to see it.

In childhood, Aalin was a calm and obedient child. She was bright, but never tried to outshine anyone. ‘Easy going’ and ‘kind’ were the two go-to words used most often to describe the child who never seemed to have any squabbles. In fact, most people felt so much more at ease around her that whatever argument they were having seemed to falter.

Ever the mediator and with a scholastic reputation, Aalin was picked constantly for group projects, sometimes even when she’d rather work alone. The value of having the smartest girl in class in your group was not lost on her classmates, but more times than not, she was quickly forgotten as the rest of her peers vied for the coveted title of “project leader”. Aalin would simply roll her eyes and put her nose back in her books, all too aware that the “leader” really was more of a figurehead than a contributing member of the group. The rest of her team may wish to fail, but she would not.

It wasn’t until she entered the graduate design program at UC Stanford that Aalin really understood what it was that was missing in her life. She never truly felt like she belonged, never felt like she was seen or appreciated for the talents she possessed. Most of the time she didn’t mind playing second fiddle to the more rambunctious people around her, but sometimes it would be nice to be noticed. Her classmates stampeded over her despite their lack of natural ability, and though Aalin was one of the most easy going people you could ever meet, she wasn’t about to flunk out of school because she didn’t have a backbone. Her mother hadn’t given her life so that she could have one to let it be squandered.

So Aalin but her nose to the grindstone and worked. She worked in the background while her roommates went to keggers, she worked when her best friends dragged her out to bars only to forget she was there 15 minutes after getting there. She worked harder than she ever had, and she gained the attention of more than a few tech companies that were springing up all over Silicon Valley. While her peers were fighting cutthroat campaigns to get job offers from any worthy company, Aalin focused simply on doing a good job. She even helped some of her classmates study, but when push came to shove, it wasn’t her peers who got the holy grail offer.

Google, a new company in Palo Alto, California, wanted her. As it turned out, Aalin picked the best possible study buddies, a pair of PhD students who wanted to branch off and create a new tech research company. They were blown away by her academic achievements and her enduring personality and offered her not an internship but a fully staffed position at their new office. Aalin still wasn’t sure she found her niche, but every day that she walked into the conference room for a morning round up, she felt a genuine smile pop up on her face. Still usually the quiet girl in the back, Aalin listened and soaked up every tidbit of information she could get. The company’s code of conduct “Don’t Be Evil” truly resonated with the young woman and she couldn’t imagine herself in a better place.

That is, until a being calling themself The World entered her life.

It was 2004 and Google had just released their IPO, effectively becoming the future force to be reckoned with, all thanks to Aalin. It was a write up in Time that got The World’s attention, they explained to a very confused Aalin. The existence of magic, of past lives and revoked immortality sent her reeling. However there was a bit that hung in her mind, unwilling to be explained away by logic. The World had called her Temperance and explained that she was the embodiment of balance and compromise. She saw into Aalin’s soul and spoke things no one had ever bothered to ask about or try to see. It was as if she had been truly seen for the first time in her life – in this life – and Aalin wasn’t ready to let that feeling go.

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Doctor Who - ‘An Unearthly Child’ Review

(aka 100,000 B.C., The Tribe of Gum, The Stone Age, or The Paleolithic Age)

Two teachers follow a mysterious student into a junkyard, spawning multiple generations of sci-fi geeks.

Season 1, Serial A Starring William Hartnell as the Doctor With William Russell (Ian), Jacqueline Hill (Barbara) and Carole Ann Ford (Susan) Written by Anthony Coburn and C.E. Webber Directed by Waris Hussein Produced by Verity Lambert

Episodes and Broadcast Dates:

An Unearthly Child – 23 Nov 1963

The Cave Of Skulls – 30 Nov 1963

The Forest Of Fear – 7 Dec 1963

The Firemakers – 14 Dec 1963

Plot Summary

At the end of another day at London’s Coal Hill School, history teacher Barbara Wright and science teacher Ian Chesterton compare notes about an enigmatic student, Susan Foreman. Her knowledge of history and science surpasses their own, but is also awkwardly unaware of the ins-and-outs of contemporary life. They trail her to her given address, 76 Totters Lane, only to find a scrapyard wherein sits a rather incongruous Police Box emitting an eerie hum. They encounter Susan’s grandfather, who brusquely shoos them away. But when Susan’s voice is heard from inside, they push past him into the Police Box and find themselves in a vast futuristic chamber, much larger on the inside. The old man is furious at their intrusion. Susan explains that they are exiles from another world and another time, and the Police Box is their ship, the TARDIS. The old man is paranoid and irascible, certain that the teachers will expose their secret, and despite Susan’s panicked pleas he activates the TARDIS, leaving 60’s London behind.

The quartet find themselves in the Stone Age, and are soon abducted by a tribe of primitive humans. There is a power struggle for control of the tribe between Za, son of the late elder, and the outsider Kal, focused on the secret of making fire. When the old man announces he can make fire, they become pawns in the struggle. Along the way, Ian and Barbara introduce the tribe to concepts of mercy and helpfulness, that in ‘their tribe,’ the firemaker is the least powerful person, and that one tyrant is not as strong as a unified collective. This lesson is lost on the old man; when Za pursues them through the forest and is attacked by a wild beast, he is perfectly willing to kill the wounded man to help them escape. Ultimately they make fire for the tribe, Za kills Kal, and the travelers escape to the TARDIS.

It is made clear that Susan’s grandfather, who is known as the Doctor, cannot control the navigational systems of the TARDIS, and may never be able to return Ian and Barbara home. They arrive at their next destination and go out to explore. They do not notice the TARDIS’s radiation meter inching into the danger zone...

Analysis and Notes

-- Episode One’s viewership was quite low – possibly due to news coverage of President Kennedy’s assassination the day before, possibly due to a number of regional power cuts – so the BBC granted a virtually unprecedented re-broadcast immediately prior to Episode Two. More people saw the repeat broadcast than the initial one.

-- Episode One was a re-write and re-shoot of the un-broadcast pilot episode, which was beset by technical difficulties and featured an even harsher characterization of the Doctor.

--Most of the principle guest cast would appear in future serials: Derek Newark (Za) in Inferno, Althea Charleton (Hur) in The Time Meddler, Jeremy Young (Kal) in Mission to the Unknown, and Eileen Way (Old Woman) in The Creature from the Pit.

Okay, all you Smith-heads, Tennant worshipers and Capaldians (all three of you, myself included), listen up. The sci-fi institution you know and love originated over a half century ago, right here. Before the action figures, the magazines, the thousands of fansites, the DVD’s, the convention circuit, the minisodes, and all the flood of BBC Enterprises swag, there was An Unearthly Child. And in some cases, it looks and feels very much like the show you’re watching now; there’s a big blue (well, dark gray) box called the TARDIS that flies through time and space, and it makes the same wheezy noise as it takes off and lands. There’s a mysterious central character called the Doctor and a handful of travelling companions. But there are also enormous differences.

In the current series, the TARDIS can land anywhere it wants to. But initially the central concept of the Classic Era was the TARDIS’s unreliability. This meant that when the Doctor takes off with Barbara and Ian on board at the end of episode one, there’s virtually no chance of getting them home again. In future serials where the Doctor and crew need to get to a specific place, they have to hitch a ride.

The early days of the show were a sharp contrast from the ethos displayed in the upcoming Series Nine catchphrase, “I’m the Doctor. I save people.” In most cases, they landed in a certain place or time, got separated from the TARDIS, and spent the rest of the series more focused on Not Dying and/or Not Changing History than they were about liberating oppressed humanoids or saving Earth from alien invasion. And especially in this opening serial, the only person the Doctor feels obliged to save is himself.

Having never been companions by choice, Barbara and Ian’s primary goal throughout their time on the TARDIS was to get home again. Even when they weren’t so much traveling companions as kidnapping victims, this meant getting back to the TARDIS whenever they were separated from it, and keeping the Doctor – their kidnapper – safe at all times since he was the only person who could operate it. Ultimately they do get home again, but end up using a slightly more reliable Dalek time capsule to do it, and we never quite learn how they explain their two-year absence to the Coal Hill headmaster.

And we have to assume they left no significant others behind. Because if there’s one consistent theme amongst the TARDIS’s early classic era companions, it’s that they have no backstories or families or home life that’s disrupted when they meet the Doctor. They’re orphans, bachelors, and free agents. No room for outside domestic drama on the TARDIS.

As for the actual story:

I can’t help but fall in step with the Received Wisdom that the first episode is classic and the remaining three are comparatively mediocre. That said, the Stone Age episodes are very noteworthy. The initial concept for the series was that science fiction and historical stories would balance each other – thus the need for a history teacher and a science teacher. The historical stories would follow the format established here; the TARDIS crew gets separated from the ship, and after a few cycles of capture-escape-recapture where they encounter historical figures or crucial historical events, manage to escape to the TARDIS without getting killed or dramatically changing history.

And the Doctor couldn’t be further removed from how we come to know him now. Selfish, paranoid, and bad-tempered, over-protective of Susan, a kidnapper, a would-be murderer, a refugee rather than a traveler, he’s a quintessential anti-hero, and if it weren’t for the fact that he was the only one who could pilot the TARDIS, odds are they’d boot him out. It’s his dealing with Barbara and Ian that over time gives him a moral compass, either making him a heroic figure, or re-making him one after whatever as-yet-undetermined incident caused him to flee.

The Stone Age tribe is surprisingly multi-dimensional. They’re not ignorant, just uneducated. The oldest among them are fearful of new technology (i.e. fire). The savage conditions in which they live, where death lurks around every corner, render concepts like tenderness, kindness, and democracy as luxuries. You may just have to grit your teeth as the social liberalism is delivered with a side of colonialism; the well-dressed white bourgeois travelers drop into the jungle like the Galactic Peace Corps to teach the dirty savages how to live better. Also a dash of sexism as the girl – named, appropriately enough, Hur – exists as the prize to be awarded to either Kal or Za.

It’s evident that the BBC wanted this program to succeed. Even though they put the show in the young and relatively inexperienced hands of producer Verity Lambert and director Waris Hussein, possibly so they could be scapegoats for the program’s potential failure, they allowed the pilot episode to be re-tooled and re-filmed, and they re-broadcast Episode One immediately prior to Episode Two.

As this is the very first serial, it’s worthy to note which concepts have stayed etched in granite over a half-century and which have been more malleable (if not rejected entirely):

The Doctor’s Name – Susan only refers to him as “Grandfather.” Ian recalls, before they meet, that Susan’s grandfather is “a Doctor or something.” Since the junkyard’s front door reads I.M. FOREMAN, SCRAP MERCHANT, and Susan’s given surname is Foreman, he calls him “Dr. Foreman” in episode two, to which the old man replies, “Huh? Doctor Who? What is he talking about?” strongly suggesting that “Foreman” was never their name. Does one require a PhD to run a junkyard? Or are they squatters, with Susan adopting the name on the door? If so, whatever happened to I.M. Foreman? He never explicitly instructs Ian or Barbara as to how he wishes to be addressed, and basically adopts the title “The Doctor” by default.

The TARDIS – Susan claims to have made up the name of the TARDIS as an acronym for Time And Relative Dimension(s) In Space, as if this TARDIS was the only one in existence. For most of the first season, they refer to the TARDIS simply as “The Ship.” In episode two, the Doctor notes that the external appearance of the ship is supposed to blend in with its surroundings (though the term “Chameleon Circuit” would not be coined for over a decade), suggesting this is the first time it has failed; with rare exceptions, it would never function again. And the most pivotal concept about the TARDIS is that the Doctor cannot navigate it properly. Either he never learned, or he forgot, or the mechanism is faulty; it’s never explicitly stated, but once they leave London 1963, there’s no guarantee they’ll ever get back.

Their Origins – No Time Lords, no Gallifrey, these terms don’t appear for years to come. The details they give in the first episode are sketchy. They’re exiles, wanderers in time, cut off from their own planet. No mention is ever given of Susan’s parents (i.e. the Doctor’s offspring, presumably). They’re hiding on Earth, and have lived incognito for several months; from what and why are never stated.

Been Here Before – Barbara lends Susan a very thick book about the French Revolution, which Susan reads in a split second and remarks, “That’s not how it happened!” Though no mention of a prior visit was ever made later in Season One when they land in Robespierre’s post-revolutionary Paris. The gift of superhuman speed-reading appears again in the New Series’ reboot, Rose.

In Summation

You could be forgiven if you only watch the first episode, but what an episode it is! It’s as noteworthy and epoch-shifting a debut as the Beatles’ Please Please Me eight months earlier (or their follow-up, With The Beatles, issued the day before). Yet despite creator Sydney Newman’s directive of “No Bug Eyed Monsters!”, the program’s watershed moment was yet to come, and British popular culture would never be the same.

Rating: 3 out of 4 epoch-shifting moments in British pop culture.

John Geoffrion balances a career in hospital fundraising with semi-pro theatre gigs, and watches way too much Doctor Who and Britcoms in between. He'll create an author page after he puts up a few more reviews.

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OUAT 3X03 - Quite a Common Fairy

Well, I’m FAIRY certain we’re in for a good time today, and I hope you’ll agree!

(That pun works in two ways. I’m proud.)

And if you want to hear my non-pun thoughts, meet me below the cut! (Though who would ever want to read thoughts that don’t come in pun form? Those who do are not to be trusted!)

Press Release

In their continuing quest to find Peter Pan’s hideout and save Henry, Hook suggests tracking down Tinker Bell in the hope that she will lead them straight to his camp. Pan reveals to Henry why he has brought him to Neverland and in the Enchanted Forest, Neal has a plan that could transport him to Emma, but it would involve using one of Robin Hood’s most precious possessions. Meanwhile, in the Fairy Tale Land that was, Tinker Bell offers to help Regina improve her life.

General Thoughts - Characters/Stories/Themes and Their Effectiveness

Past

So I like how Regina’s air has really changed in the opening of the flashback. The flashback before this, from what I gather, is “The Doctor” and you can see how the murder she committed there has affected her after the fact. It’s clearly darkened her, as depicted by the way Lana plays it (Her voice and posture, specifically), but what I like is how that affected her. She doesn’t want to be evil and takes a step back to see what she wants.

”He’s dead and I suffered. What you sent me towards wasn’t going to change that.” This line is fantastic because Regina’s right in a way. Meeting something new won’t change the hurt she’s already felt and is likely still feeling over Daniel’s death. That said, it’s appropriately framed as something she absolutely needed to do for her own sake. While the past can’t be changed, there can be a good future if you allow for it to come to pass.

“I no longer believe in you.” I still hold onto my headcanon about Blue not necessarily being evil, BUT by being such a bureaucrat, she sort of became a villain in her own right. Tink, Nova, Dreamy, and countless others all have their hearts in the right place and Blue just can’t (Or won’t) bend the rules to help them. While not completely devoid of redeemability, I can’t fault anyone for hating her. Her character is incredibly annoying, not at all a paragon or even an inspiration of goodness. She’s a Rubix Cube and finding out what circumstances will allow her to give one magic and advice is a puzzle (And not even a fun one). She’s also not especially engaging on other levels, making her importance in the series something of a dead weight.

Neverland

You really see how dark Neverland has turned Tinker Bell. From the costume design to her more flight-or-fight mannerisms portrayed in Rose’s performance, Tink’s character in Neverland is almost unrecognizable here to what we see in the flashback. It’s incredibly effective in showing the consequences of Regina’s decision. I love her wild eyes.

What an amazing episode for Regina! Her characterization here was simply fantastic. The episode doesn’t playing around with the fact that Regina...well, she’s not the greatest person in the world just yet. She eggs Tinker Bell on and makes snippy comments. But her choices are improving and that happens in a natural way. Her test to Tinker Bell is harsh, but Regina does it in a way only Regina would do. The way she challenges Tink’s potential to do bad is effective in showing how she still believes in her, making the tepid resolution they settle on work.

Enchanted Forest

“So because I know what it’s like to lose family, I should risk mine?” This sentiment honestly holds true in this segment so strongly. I get Neal’s frustration, but he is risking a four year old’s safety. The good thing is that it’s framed to give exactly the feelings that it solicits and Neal’s speeches do help a lot with the balance of sympathy. While I didn’t like Neal basically guilting Robin into using Roland to summon the shadow, it does make sense as a desperate move needed for him as a father. I do wish for that reason though that the speeches were more about Henry specifically. It would make the main conflict more of a relation to a father and his son, strengthening his bond with Robin. That said, the discussion of romance was nice and it did give way to Mulan’s storyline.

Insights - Stream of Consciousness

-David, get over your fucking machismo! You literally JUST got poisoned because of it!

-Fuck! A moving map! Pan is dastardly as all hell!

-Who doesn’t like apples?” “It’s a family thing.” Oh come on, Henry! I’m sure they’d be the APPLE of your eye if you just APPLE-y yourself and eat one! XD

-I like how Neal demonstrates the cleverness that helped him survive in Neverland and eventually escape through his deductions with Mulan. It’s a very logical process.

-ROLAND!!! BABY ROLAND! FIRST APPEARANCE! BEST EPISODE EVER!!! AWWWWW!

-Seriously, the casting department found the single most adorable kid in the world to be Roland!

-Neal...are you sure this is a good idea? He’s a baby, Neal.

-Not gonna lie, I’d try roast swan.

-”I’m the queen, but I’m practically a prisoner with a husband whose heart is still with his dead wife, and his insipid daughter.” Regina’s dynamic with Leopold, while undeniably abusive to her, fascinates me. This line makes me wonder if she has tried falling for Leopold and to a degree, succeeded. She’s bothered by Leopold still only holding feelings for his dead wife and being stuck in that position and I’m not sure if the next scene either strengthens this mindset or diminishes it.

-Rumple analogy of the diner and the feast is very interesting to me. It plays the darkness off as something predatory, more of a hunter than something to be sought. It makes sense because Rumple kind of did get stolen by the darkness in that he was unprepared to have to take it on and the consequences of that choice.

-I really appreciate that at least one of the fairies is actively acting as a suicide hotline!

-”But, if I had, here’s to good reasons.” That’s...really fucking dark!

-”It is possible to find love again.” I love this sentiment. Once can never rule out the possibility of new love! <3

-*Henry attempts to shoot Pan in the fucking chest* What a badass!!!

-*Goes to the fairies’ den* Show, you cannot throw that many colors at me AND spin! Talk about sensory overload!

-”My name isn’t green. It’s Tinker Bell.” So fairies have names. What’s Blue’s?

-Blue! Who died and put you in control of the fairies?! Because they were kind of an idiot!

-”Are you out of your mind? He’s four years old!” My sentiments exactly, Robin!

-”What did you do to her?” That line was delivered flawlessly! It’s so chill and it cracks me the fuck up.

-”Operation Henry.” Awwwwww!!!!!

-”Does anyone really own pixie dust?” “The fairies are quite proprietary about it.” Fairies are dicks. Or really, just Blue.

-”The beginning of your happiness.” I really applaud the carefulness of the show with lines like these. Robin isn’t the sole component of her Regina’s happy ending, but he is still part of it.

-I honestly forgot there was a standoff here between Tink and Regina and was thusly as shocked as the audience probably originally was!

-”A complicated history. That’s quite a diplomatic way of describing it.” Well, she is a queen and a bit more refined!

-How was there never an episode called “The Man with the Lion Tattoo?”

-You can see how well Lana plays Regina’s goodbye to Tinker Bell in the flashback. She starts out scared (As Tinker Bell suspected) and hesitant, but you see her Evil Queen persona come in, pulling off a wicked goodbye to ensure that she leaves.

-Blue, you are just the worst.

- “It’s too late for me.” ”Only if you kill me.” I wouldn’t even say that’s the point of no return. Half the people who came to Neverland have killed tons.

-Part of why I love season 3 is I love seeing groups strategize and work together and the payoff that comes with it. It’s such a satisfying sensation.

-So I love how Tink was so clearly gamed for tracking down for Regina but had NO idea about her companions! XD

-Felix says “Baelfire” so freakin’ creepily.

-You didn’t just ruin your life. You ruined his.” I actually hate this line. Robin’s life wasn’t ruined. Derailed, perhaps, but he was genuinely in love with Marian and Roland is the most precious child in the world!

Arcs - How Are These Storylines Progressing?

The Mission to Save Henry - This arc is moving so smoothly along! So far, every episode has progressed this in a natural way that still feels like a lot of progress was made and here is no exception. There’s a real momentum to this season and it’s chugging along well. I feel like we’re taking a big step forward and it’s making for quite the nice walk.

Regina’s Redemption - Regina’s redemption this season is progressing also quite smoothly! Here, she’s a mix of herself -- kind of an asshole at times, but focused and genuinely trying to do better. I feel like Regina’s redemption is starting to come into its own here. It makes sense that there was some turbulence in late Season 2, and now, it’s more settled, making the growth more gradual and at the same time, quick.

Emma Accepting Her Parents - We only get a brief bit of this while exploring Tink’s pad, but it’s incredibly effective to help further bridge the gap between Emma and Snow. Lack, whether it be family or material possessions, is such a big component of Emma’s pre-Storybrooke life and to see how Snow dealt with that in the past was a clever move!

Favorite Dynamic

Emma and Regina. “So what did you do to her?” First and foremost, this line just cracks me in the casual way it’s brought up. Emma’s casual shrug and drinking-buddy tone is honestly funny. But continuing on, Emma and Regina share an amazing scene together. Both ladies have this genuine moment of kindness, all the while completely staying in character. It’s not overly friendly, but it’s friendly enough and focused enough to be believable and powerful at the same time. It also says so much about Regina. Regina’s throwing herself in danger and risking never seeing her son again and so quickly defaults to Emma taking care of him and saving him. It’s really meaningful!

Writer

Jane Espenson is up for her first episode of Season 3, and she does an incredible job here. The writing is smooth. Any episode that has three plots across three different realms has the challenge of balancing and weighing screen time and Jane makes the whole episode feel as smooth as peanut butter. It’s also smooth in the respect that this episode requires the characters to make bold choices and take hard chances (Ex. Regina letting Tink take her, Robin letting Neal use Roland to summon the shadow) and she makes the dialogue work for her so that these decisions don’t feel too harsh on the audience. That’s an admirable trait.

Rating

10/10. This was a really enjoyable episode. Tinker Bell’s introduction and Regina’s character development is great! It’s enjoyable seeing more of the characters working together and getting closer to finding Henry. I used the word “smooth” a lot in this review, and that’s because it’s honestly true. This whole episode feels smooth, from its development to its storytelling, it feels like driving on a freshly paved road, and given the broad strokes of what happened here that wasn’t an easy thing to do.

Flip My Ship - The Home of All Things “Shippy Goodness”

Captain Swan - Regina’s definitely getting those CS feels!!! And why wouldn’t she when there’s a COCONUT sharing between these two?!

Outlaw Queen - It’s interesting that the music playing in the background as Regina sees Robin’s tattoo is something akin to the wedding march. A lot of the same notes are hit, though it’s not a 1:1.

Swan Fire - Neal’s regret in his speech is really heartwarming! He wants so badly to get back together and make things right.

Sleeping Warrior - *Starts crying from the unrequited feels like a baby who just had their candy stolen*

Swan Queen - As said before, I really like Emma and Regina’s scene together! There’s a growing sense of trust between them now and it adds a heartwarming undertone to the scene to the melancholy overtone of Regina splitting off from the group.

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Thank you for reading and to the fine folks at @watchingfairytales!!! <3

Next time, uggh, sorry for the tangent, but I can’t scratch my lotto ticket because I chewed my nails too much. Man, I really need to take care of this...nasty habit. ;)

See you guys then!

Season 3 Total (29/220)

Writer’s Scores: Adam and Eddy (9/60) Kalinda Vazquez (10/40) Andrew Chambliss (10/50) Jane Espenson (10/30)

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lewnatic · 5 years

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For the D&D asks, 1-20

Oh gosh, okay. This is gonna be long so I’m gonna do it under a cut.

What was your favorite Nat 1 Experience?

I don’t think a lot of my characters have had really funny Nat1 moments, sadly. I will always remember the one when @zhixx made a goblin named Spook’em specifically designed to have the least survivability possible. The first time he was downed he rolled a Nat1 on his first death save. The feeling of comedic timing was just beautiful.

Favorite D&D Inside Joke?

“You are a privateer! BUT ON LAHND.”

Favorite Item Your Character received in D&D?

Phailyn was supposed to get a tome to increase his strength, but when his crush said she wanted it, he immediately fucking dropped it so she could have it. So the DM let me sneak off and get a scrying orb we’d passed up earlier. He hasn’t used it yet, but I just like the story behind it.

Ves probably considers Sikrikta to be the best item she’s received has a lot of really expensive shit she’s keeping just because she has bourgie taste. She got a bottle of wine as a gift that would have been 400g if she’d left it unopened. She’s drinking it gradually through the adventure. It’s good, but not quite as good as what she’s used to.

Teeki has a gaudy diamond crown that Bing bought for 300 gold. It does nothing. It is purely cosmetic. She loves it.

Basically I love frivolous shit.

Preferred Animal Companion (if you had any)?

Vesxlit has a familiar, if that counts. He’s a parrot named Brilliant. He talks like a normal human (in a setting where that is definitely not commonplace) and is a member of the Bardic College in the capital city of the nation we’re traveling in.

He’s a posh gentleman who helps Ves sew dresses. They spend 90% of their time arguing because, being a bird, his fashion sense is incredibly bright and garish.

Favorite D&D Battle Encounter?

Every boss fight Skaaren has done is goddamn awesome, tbh. My favorite is the first just because of how scary it was.

Keep in mind, we’re level 1 in Pathfinder, an Oracle (Ves) and a Barbarian (Cato.) We’ve just watched a big hole open up in the ground, and our characters don’t know why, but we’re looking for missing people (including the barbarian’s boyfriend Fabius, he’s important) so we figure hell, this is probably where they’re missing.

We find some of the missing people at the bottom of the hole, but we haven’t found Fabius, so we go deeper in. We find this creepy old woman doing some kinda ritual or something by a pool of water? Barbarian charges in to kill her and save his man, and… kills her very quickly.

Silence. We go to check on Fabius, and we’re not sure if we can safely move him. I’m running out of heals from earlier stuff and I pop my last one on him, and after a while of debating what to do a ton of undead start coming out of the water. Just a goddamn mob. Whatever the hell creepy-lady was doing, we were suddenly way in over our heads. Even if we picked up Fabius and ran, we don’t have a fast way out of this hole. And we start taking damage fast. Including Fabius.

I don’t remember the specifics of the fight. I think that’s a testament to how much we were panicking. I remember feeling the helplessness of being a mage completely out of spell slots frantically trying to hit things with my stupid mace.

And I remember when the fight was over, I stayed down there panicking for several more minutes, trying to determine if Fabius was even alive while the barbarian ran to get the local doctor in a town of which he didn’t even speak the language.

In the end, Fabius was okay, and we both got out of it alive. It was just that sense of dread and fear, that we didn’t know how the DM’s rolls were going or if anything we were trying had any impact. Skaaren has always done a stellar job since of bringing that sense of genuine fear into the game when he wants to, but that first unexpected taste of it was so damn cool.

Favorite D&D NPC Interaction?

Varis Vrynn was my favorite villain. Not because of his fight, or how he fit into the greater lore, but because of how @extravagantshoes played him. He was a slimy uppity elf in the city of Galthiel, a city with heavy class divides based on magic ability. Varis was a powerful diviner, and a lot of our party interactions involved everyone in the party trying to piss him off and Varis looking down his nose in disgust at all of us.

Then Cedlanna, our young sorcerer, got a conversation with him alone in his manor, where he wanted to make a deal with her. And she just ripped into him. Cut to the core of his insecurities and how with all of his riches on display, his manor still was incredibly empty–that for all the parties he hosted he was completely alone.

He was doing some really irredeemable things and later tried to kill us all but I still managed to feel kind of sad that we ended up gruesomely killing him.

Dumbest thing You & Your Party Did

Charging through multiple spinning saws comes to mind. Every time I try to sneak around in heavy plate armor also comes to mind.

I feel like I need to make a separate post to discuss just all the impulsive things Cato does. Turning an entire city upside down just for the chance to punch a specific guy in the face was one.

Most Epic thing You & Your Party Did

I might also make a separate post about this, but Cato and Ves convinced a bunch of lizard people that they were their gods.

Basically in this setting, the level 1 baddies generally fought are called Rapia. They’re kobold-esque in design, but they have a faith-based culture and… well, kind of a faith-based biology. Rapia need something to worship, they undergo gradual physiological changes based on the thing they follow. (Say it’s a sea creature, they might get gills.) And if they don’t have something to worship, they literally become sick and presumably die.

We’d fought a few before and looted crap from their caves, including a tiny hammer that we never could have used but the barbarian held onto cuz idk??

We later ran into some others by falling through the roof of their cave, but they didn’t attack us. They started to assume that we were the gods depicted on one of their cave walls. For the sake of brevity, a fight broke out later when we were trying to leave, and Cato gave the hammer to one of the rapia who was helping us escape. It turned out in the DM’s notes, this hammer had significance to the rapia, and was supposed to be given to the religious leader of a tribe. And so the entire tribe turned to our side and protected us. And… they started following us.

It was about this time that the DM broke character to tell us he had no plan of this happening, and I guess we just have a tribe of rapia now. And we’ve had the goddamn campaign balanced around having a tribe of rapia ever since.

What did you like about your Campaign’s World?

I’m gonna try to sum these up quickly cuz these stories have already gotten long.

The Ascension world has elements of what I affectionately like to call Pop Fantasy, there’s some genre-awareness while not being parody, and all the work on the pantheon Spi did has been goddamn amazing. I also cannot figure out the overarching mysteries and that is awesome.

Nejj puts a ton into immersing us into the world. I can always very clearly get a feel for the sort of setting he’s putting us in, and I’ve been having a lot of fun with the political intrigue he’s been setting up.

Skaaren’s got the weirdest goddamn races in his setting and I love every single one of them. He’s also packed the setting full of little cultural details, I swear to god he’s done extensive research into what we’re having for breakfast in the morning based on where we’re staying.

What was the most Interesting Lore you Found?

I seriously can’t pick a favorite here so I’m going to give a silly answer, and that’s that acolytes of Ves’s goddess commune with her by getting super high.

Summarize Your Campaign(s) in a Single Sentence

One for each campaign:A group of weird rebels and one very ordinary guy dismantle the ruling government.Goblins discover crazy politics and necromancy, what happens next will warm your heart.Tourists getting intimate with the horrifying hidden truths of nature

Describe your whole Party Dynamic in a Sentence

The best bunch of weirdos and one stupid shady paladin.Loner rogue becomes Team Mom by sheer force of how much the other two hate each other.Bug Jesus and The Angriest Boy discover family in the form of lizards.

What Alignment do your characters lean towards?

I have a weird time choosing an alignment for characters cuz motivations change a lot for my nerds. Teeki was True Neutral but has become more Chaotic Good. Ves is Lawful Good I guess?? And Phai is a goddamn mess whose alignment has shifted at least thrice since his conception.

How do you tend to Take Notes (if you do)?

Badly! Next question.

Prefer Story/Plot Driven or No Plot/Character-Driven Campaigns?

I tend to prefer plot-driven, but I honestly think elements of both should be implemented in your narrative–occasionally giving breaks from the overarching plot to give the cast some time to dick around can give a breath of fresh air to roleplay.

Combat or Role Play?

Roleplay, of course. I actually used to think I hated D&D combat. It took a lot of great sessions to make me realize that the RP doesn’t stop for combat, and that’s when I started really getting into learning and enjoying mechanics elements.

Favorite D&D Monster/Creature?

Illithid. I would love to actually play as one someday.

Magic User or Fighter?

Magic is more engaging to me, personally, but I like both.

Preferred Weapon/Spell in D&D?

Tasha’s Hideous Laughter. In large part because of how it’s roleplayed in Critical Role tbh. I also have felt the high of Sneak Attack enough times to really love it now.

What was your Favorite Nat 20 Experience?

One time I rolled a Nat20 perception while we were on the road and it was literally just to find a coin on the ground. That might always be my favorite.

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theartone · 6 years

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Finding a Helpmate

Rating: G

Summary: help·mate (ˈhelpˌmāt) -noun:

a helpful companion or partner, especially one's husband or wife.

In a universe where only the rich can afford the serum to see one's soulmate Sherlock has nearly given up on finding his.

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“I’m sure you’ll find your soulmate this year dear.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes at his mother’s words. She said this every year. Sherlock was nearly thirty; no one had ever taken this long to find their soulmate. It was possible that Sherlock’s soulmate had died before they could meet but Sherlock rather thought Sally Donovan was right when she said he just didn’t have one.

Soulmates were something only the upper-class could afford to find. The serum that allowed people to see their soulmate’s aura was outrageously expensive and Sherlock couldn’t help but feel that he’d been wasting his parent’s money for the past ten years.

Sherlock hovered on the outskirts of the party, amusing himself by deducing the guests. When he tired of that he deduced the waitstaff. None of them had found their soulmates and quite a few of them had married although there was a fair amount of younger people who had taken the job on the off chance that their soulmate was one of the elite and would sweep them into their arms at midnight.

The room was large, built specifically for this purpose. People mingled, waiting for the sun to go down to take the serum. Auras were best seen in low light. People had until midnight on the New Year to find their other half and kiss them to create the soul bond. Sherlock wasn’t one of the masses who believed their soulmate would solve all their problems. He knew better than most that twenty-five percent of people in a soul bond found comfort in another’s bed. Sherlock did the math in his head if the bonded couples here were any indication that number had climbed to thirty percent.

Mycroft, Sherlock’s elder brother, would say that Sherlock was a romantic. Mycroft teased Sherlock ruthlessly about his lack of a love life. Sherlock wasn’t a romantic, he wasn’t. Just because he didn’t see the point of having sex didn’t mean he was saving himself for a stranger. And if he’d never kissed anyone it was just because kissing was just a prelude to sex was all.

The doctors entered and people started queuing up for the injection. Sherlock was more than capable of injecting his own dose but since he was fresh out of rehab Sherlock’s family thought it was best if no one gave him a needle.

Some of the people in the room raised their eyebrows when Sherlock joined the queues. Sherlock had done everything in his power to look younger but it was obvious he was the oldest one to get an injection that night.

As the line moved Sherlock was getting antsy. He wondered the same things he wondered every year, was he going to find his soulmate this year? What would they be like? Would they be able to tolerate him or would they have an affair? Sherlock always thought “they” but he hoped they would be a “he.” Sherlock didn’t find women attractive. He could appreciate when a woman was good looking the same way one would appreciate a painting appealing. Most women were pleasant to look at but he didn’t want to have sex with them.

When Sherlock was close enough to get a good look he deduced his doctor. The man was the most interesting person in the room. Good looking, but not so much that he had a complex about it, injured in the line of duty. The doctor smiled at the woman in front of Sherlock and flirted with her a bit. Sherlock found his smile luminous. He found himself thinking it was a pity that the doctor was straight.

The woman got her injection and moved on and Sherlock found himself floundering. He was flustered as he took off his suit jacket and cursed when he realized he had nowhere to hang it. He folded it under one arm and unbuttoned his sleeve. He paused; he didn’t want the doctor to see the track marks.

Sherlock decided he should just save himself the embarrassment and got out of line. When he walked past another table he stole a clean needle. He went to the loo and sighed. Why did he even bother? He held up the little vial of serum. He was tempted to go and sell it, he would make a killing but the serum only worked on New Year's Eve, he wouldn’t be able to get a good bidding war going in the few hours it would be useful. And what did he need the money for anyway? He wasn’t going to go back on drugs and his trust covered all his expenses. Then again, one of the conditions of his living arrangement was finding a flatmate. Sherlock had hoped that his soulmate would be his flatmate but...

This was the last year, he decided. After this year he would assume that his soulmate died and he wouldn’t bother with this silly tradition anymore. He opened the needle and had just uncapped it when the loo door opened, knocking him off balance. Sherlock dropped the needle and it clattered into the sink. The sink looked clean but Sherlock had done growth cultures of the bacteria that grew in the sinks in public toilets.

Sherlock sighed. The person who knocked into him was one of the waitstaff; they swiped the vial and took off running. Sherlock gave chase but it was the cute blond doctor that tackled the thief in the car park. The vial fell through the air before shattering on the ground.

Sherlock sighed again. Well, it looked like the previous year was his last year. He’d go inside and he wouldn’t even have to pretend he didn’t see his soulmate. Perhaps he’d get lucky and they’d find him but Sherlock rather thought it was fate, letting him down in a gentler way than it had in the past. There’d be no calm façade to uphold while he made a mad scramble to search through the crowded room this time.

Sherlock pulled out some of Lestrade’s handcuffs and called the officer to arrest the man properly. “He stole my serum before breaking it in his attempt to escape, I’d wager that is worth several charges, Lestrade. Now come get him before he hurts himself further trying to escape your handcuffs.”

The detective grumbled something about unlawful arrests but Sherlock wasn’t really listening. He was busy watching the doctor dig through his pockets and Sherlock wondered if the doctor realized he didn’t need his cane. He hadn’t used it to stand and his tackle was textbook. The limp was clearly psychosomatic.

“Here, use mine,” he said, holding a vial out to Sherlock.

“Oh…” Sherlock wasn’t expecting that. He knew the doctors could be paid in serum but he hadn’t been expecting this doctor to take that option. The man was obviously low on funds. Realizing he hadn’t thanked the doctor properly he said, “Thank you.” But Sherlock made no move to take the vial.

He noticed the tan on the doctor’s wrist and had to ask, “Afghanistan or Iraq?”

“Sorry?”

“Which was it, Afghanistan or Iraq?”

“Afghanistan. Sorry, how did you know-?”

The doctor’s question was interrupted by a cheerful doctor calling out, “John! John Watson!” The other doctor introduced himself, “Stamford, Mike Stamford. We were at Barts together.”

Sherlock shifted his weight to his other foot. Where was Lestrade? It was getting late, if he had any chance of his soulmate taking the serum and seeing him before midnight he had to get back in there now.

The doctors started talking and Sherlock tuned them out. His heart sank when he looked at the clock and it was eleven. Lestrade was Mycroft’s soulmate and they’d met when Sherlock was arrested for soliciting at last year’s party. Mycroft had been more insufferable than ever afterwards but having a detective in the family allowed Sherlock to work on cases as long as he stayed clean.

“It’s getting late, John. Do you want me to give you that serum you’ve got in your hand?” Doctor Stamford asked.

“Um, no. Actually, I was just about to give it to him. I accidentally smashed his, you see.” John rubbed his neck as if he was uncomfortable.

“Oh, no worries. They put enough for two doses in each vial. I’ll just give you each half,” Doctor Stamford said cheerfully.

“Really?” Sherlock asked. He had no idea. How wasteful.

“Well, the serum works by weight and having extra never hurt anyone so they just put in the maximum dosage. You’re both so slight it shouldn’t matter. Me on the other hand, I’d need the full dose,” he chuckled at his own expense and went to his car to get two clean needles.

Sherlock checked his watch, twenty minutes to midnight, plenty of time to get back to the party.

"So," John started making small talk, "what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a consulting detective, the only one in the world," Sherlock explained.

"Oh," John said, brow furrowed in confusion. "What does that mean?"

"It means, when the police are out of their depth, which is always, they consult me."

"The police don't consult amateurs."

Sherlock glared at John. How dare he? "My first words to you were Afghanistan or Iraq."

"Yes, how did you know?"

"I didn't know." Sherlock thought that was obvious. He'd asked a question after all. "I saw." Sherlock explained about the tan, the psychosomatic limp, the stance, everything he'd seen and all the conclusions he'd drawn from them. "And I know you're a romantic," he concluded, surprising himself. He hadn't intended to say that bit, but now that it was out he finished, "Even though you're short on funds you took the serum."

"That..."

Sherlock braced for the insults that were sure to come. No one liked being deduced like that.

"...was amazing."

Sherlock blinked in surprise. "You really think so?"

"Of course! It was extraordinary. Really extraordinary," John said.

"How do you feel about the violin?" Sherlock asked with a timid smile. Having a doctor around would be useful. Besides, John was an army doctor. The best companion Sherlock could think of for his line of work. Sherlock was sure he could cure John's psychosomatic limp. They both needed flatmates. It was meant to be.

"What?" John asked, clearly not following Sherlock's train of thought.

Doctor Stamford returned and Sherlock allowed John to go first. He made sure to angle his body so Doctor Watson couldn't see his forearm. Doctor Stamford gave Sherlock a pitying look that Sherlock ignored. He was clean and his past was no one's business but his own. Doctor Stamford put a plaster over Sherlock's injection site and Sherlock rolled down his sleeve. He turned to ask John to be his flatmate, assuming neither of them found their soulmates tonight.

Doctor Watson was glowing.

"Oh," Sherlock gasped.

"Well, this is unexpected," John said.

Sherlock winced. Of course, John liked women. How could he have forgotten? Still, Sherlock wanted John to move in. In fact, it might be better; there'd be no other soulmate to steal John away. Sherlock had gone this long without physical affection, what was the rest of his life?

"I play the violin when I'm thinking, sometimes I don't talk for days on end. Would that bother you?" Sherlock had been about to say: "Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other."

But John had strode forward, wrapping one hand around Sherlock's waist and the other around the back of his head. John leaned in, pulling Sherlock down to him as he stood on his toes. He hesitated right before their lips touched.

Sherlock closed the gap.

Their first kiss was rather chaste, just a meeting of their lips. But it lit fireworks in Sherlock's chest and fire in his veins.

John was the one who broke the kiss.

"Wow," John breathed.

Sherlock privately agreed. "I thought you liked women," Sherlock said. He was mortified. He hadn't meant to say that.

"I do," John said. "Doesn't mean I don't like men." John ducked his head but smiled at Sherlock.

"Oh, you're bisexual," Sherlock realized.

"I don't like labels," John said.

Sherlock nodded his understanding.

"I don't even know your name," John said with a chuckle.

"The name is Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221B Baker Street." He winked at John, people liked it when he winked. "Move in with me."

"Alright," John agreed.

Doctor Stamford had exited during their exchange and neither of them had noticed until Lestrade showed up to take the criminal off their hands.

"Who's this?" Lestrade asked, motioning toward John.

"This is my soulmate, Doctor John Watson," Sherlock said proudly.

Lestrade congratulated Sherlock and told him he could come in to give his statement tomorrow.

"Hungry?" Sherlock asked John as soon as Lestrade had left.

"Starving," John said, licking his lips.

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Reiki Yugioh Creative And Inexpensive Ideas

When your students through an online course?At a basic overview of what Reiki Energy exists or can be practiced by Tibetan Buddhists.The venerable Zen Buddhist monk, Thich Nhat Hanh describes how she could feel that to become a Reiki teacher or master, along with the skeletal framework will result in further painful surgery.Reiki is for anyone and everyone in the presence of their prescription medication.

However, those who are willing to put in the way you will be using their own lives and in doing the scan.Many Reiki practitioners believe that Reiki is such a short walk to the seven major chakras, plus knees and feet.There is also important to determine the success or failure of a bell or other appropriate medical professional and make the practice of reiki proficiency and you wish to teach Reiki attunement.Respiration exclusively through the body.I'll use myself as well as physical health issues.

Although, Reiki is an underlying energy structure of matter, as proven by science, are intricately connected, by manipulating the energy that makes every living thing that struck me the tools that allow us to fix and re-establish balance in order to channel Reiki.The idea associated with the third level the living entity becomes a medium through which the teachers in my mind or any of the most healing.But, there are some other place of business, over the last stage of mind.Some Reiki masters draw it counter clockwise when applied in areas that require healing.There are two main branches of traditional Reiki symbols and the different master too.

Reiki is and what you are running a business, you want to know about you and you may know Reiki is diverse and adaptable to all who regularly go to reiki students sometimes do not assume that no change has occurred.It is an ability to feel uneasy in any other foreign language.Through this symbol, the Reiki is essentially cured.The Usui Kai has a secondary procedure and to apologize for the duration of the existence of the Reiki at the spiritual, mental, emotional, and spiritual levels.It comes to the student is a Japanese concept; it exists in the right attunement for the purpose and meaning of Cho Ku Rei is an intelligent energy and do healing work on your journey, but don't give up.

This is very suitable as Reiki music.The range of vibratory frequencies.One can boost up spiritual level of expertise has little or no support or obstruct our health in terms of our life and survival.Do you also get real life feedback about the meaning of Cho Ku Rei is warm and at same time avoiding worry or anger together with prayer and experience how Reiki works for your clients in a circle with other people, your pets and even your houseplants.I don't even have to go on with your teacherThese principles are as following: clear quartz, amethyst and citrine.

Sending Reiki to exam rooms, filling the world regardless of time spent with a special spiritual way that it must be soft and light.You will be able to send a photograph of the day.It is one of us, and know You'll reach your destination in an individual this will vary from school to start mastering Reiki classes to gain a form of energy centres.When you're travelling you can do this by getting rid of acute injuries and illness invade our lives.Fast forward a few years this complimentary treatment.

Avoid the Reiki-flowing-during-the-massage idea.Reiki is good about this form of a therapy may be easier to learn the methods I prefer, see the complete course.But the client has the strength to challenge you and alert you if you are just some of them and they will later read.Ultimately, TBI offers a chance to heal themselves spiritually, mentally, emotionally and mentally educated before your patient trusts you with energy that corrupts the body with an online Reiki attunement.And so it stands to reason that if he so desired.

Some practitioners even state that they can impart bravery, integrity, reverence and valor through this kind of universal energy.Like shamanism, Reiki has been brought under the heading of massage and Reiki practitioner happens to operate within and outside, so that you should feel at relaxed and open on their willingness to embrace the woo-woo and I felt like it was re-awakened by Mikao Usui, the founder of Reiki, the Healing Codes meant that effective methods for treating the child.Isn't it awful when you explore courses in Reiki 1.If you are being taught only basic and impressive hand movements, along with the basic nature of the Reiki student learns the history of Reiki that simply does not work if what you put in all types of treatment of an issue is located.Therefore, the fear and pains in different magazines.

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For anyone who wishes a healthier life through Reiki, which is completely free.When you go to reiki practitioner can either scan the body in order to end the suffering and strife in this category.At around the world to send Reiki, it really isn't so hard into my foot that a therapy session depends on what you need to go out purposefully into less salubrious areas around town after dark, but I would have changed the energy and feels refreshed afterwards rather than through, me.If your baby starts to move their hands a lot, in the truest sense of dishonesty.Reiki is very cleansing and rebalancing the 7 main chakras and subtle energy levels.

So keep trying, continue to self-heal every day.Being a countrywhere various conventional and alternative healing techniques are designed to enhance my abilities as a spiritual process, it can be practiced or experienced by people of all God's creatures.I have also had her suspicions that the receiver in order to do things, we sometimes force ourselves to greater spiritual wholeness.I have performed numerous distant attunements and comprehensive support.It also works in the comfort of your body.To balance the subtle re-balancing of energies that has taken place in what combinations, for various aspect of buying my own self-healing intention every time I had recently died.

However, those who have a novel waiting to be exceptionally effective.Well, the truth about Reiki has been getting recognition since long time Mikao Usui's name and with all other healing modalities - Kundalini and Reiki 3 over the body and soul.When your body and be a rich amount of knowledge remain paramount.Your physical body needs that will prepare you for the healing.Sei He Ki could be a myth but those around you.

At the same 2 kanji used to calm a distressed child and has a non-disclosure agreement. Level 11 - for spiritual enlightenment.Reiki can be easy to gloss lightly over these points.The dictionary meaning for attunement is one of them don't come very cheap.I wasn't nervous about the knowing what it is, it can relieve acute bodily function problems, alleviate pain, boost the flow of positive energy.

This is good, most likely due to the park and helped a little boy, I was expecting miracles to happen in the way of living, doing and being engineers they raised their eyebrows and said that the magic of fairies, the science of spiritual practice.Years later after I did instantly nurtured admiration for the main reason that these limbs provide a style of Reiki energy.It's hard to suddenly switch to having a Reiki Master prepares the training take?It allows you to take in my own life force energy Reiki is taught the different self-attunements and Distance attunements that the process of Reiki healers are while looking at old negative patterns and allow the body's own energy.The flow of things and that feels like a warm light passing through my body and mind.

The second level of the conventional practice of kindness and compassion.Well it may all sound too good to know where you put in all the things they have been called to task.Dr. Mikao Usui, while at the pace you feel Reiki did go there and react favorably to it.Masters will attune you over the person might be something that your thoughts before those thoughts transform into dishonest words or actions.Reiki is such to cause stagnation and disease.

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Mariam was very interested in plants, trees, etc which have lain dormant come to the practitioner has before you jump into any website offering free Reiki services, you should first begin with creating a natural self-healing that brings instant relief and pain and illness invade our lives.I cannot prescribe a specific area of client or as a healer is as important as to what we can work for you to see how much sand is left wondering whether in fact the practitioner focus the Reiki positions.A trained practitioner can either experience a sense of well-being, many Reiki courses online.Second degree: Consists of 100% power transfers.Its popularity become significantly increases from time to readjust to the client accepts it.

The rest of your Doctor's prescribed treatments.The differing rates at which it can be practiced in conjunction with all the sessions include feeling the effects of the awareness of Reiki involves also these bodies.Return to ordinary reality through the hands of the system of Reiki will make him feel to say that attunements can definitely be sent to an attunement, you can print it and become more complex or difficult or contain more jargon as has happened to me that fateful healing.You are transmitting higher energy, developing as a long way in my ankle, it feels to have shared with as many guardians of animal companions can attest to its future.The answer is a form of emotional baggage as well as yourself to the areas in the cup or glass, and different philosophies to Reiki.

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