and she’s fallen asleep;
❝ This time you were lucky ! ❞
❝ Next time you might not be. ❞
❝ Oh, come off it. Don’t be a spoilsport.
❝ ——- You could have gotten yourself killed. ❞
❝ —— I think the important thing to remember here ❞
❝ is that I didn’t. ❞
So, you got up, got dressed, had a big row with your father. You went and told your mum about all these years of abuse. Then your mother came down, got breakfast, got you and Em packed off and out to school all in time to have a massive argument with your father, and eventually kill him. And this all happened in 15 minutes?
I don’t know.
Can we all just take a moment to appreciate how
amazing actualproperclara/Jo is?
And how selfless and talented she is at literally
everything she does? I mean she’s never mean
to people, she works so hard and still has time
to help others and talk to people when they need
a friendly ear.
She’s just a perfect friend and I’m constantly amazed
at her writing, the way she personifies and writes
Clara and MJ make me so happy because they’re
actually two of my favourite characters.
I just really love Jo. Okay.
I think everyone loves Jo.
& I’m always going to be there for you.
BUT HOW ABOUT WE NOT DO THAT
BC JO IS A LAME BUTT
& WE TALK ABOUT HOW UTTERLY SPECTACULAR
A HUMAN BEING IZZY IS INSTEAD.
Because hot diggity dang, never has a soul been so absolutely LUMINOUS as the one you so posses like goodness grief stop this at once. Let’s talk about how you & Brodie have destroyed hearts and minds and sanity over freakin’ Tonyward ( LIKE IT KIND OF JUST PUNCHED EVERYONE IN THE FACE TBH and we all like it like it’s some kind of weird S&M thing lbr ). And not even just that like gosh, your sense of humour is a breath of fresh air ( /augustus waters: she’s funny without ever being mean ). YOU HAVE BEEN IN THE PRESENCE OF THE FUTURE KING OF ENGLAND LIKE YOU’RE BASICALLY A KNIGHT NOW. to me, at least. Because you’re noble, kind, and I’ll never forget the incredibly maturity & patience & kindness you bestowed upon me that one very bad night and I’ll always be grateful to you and thankful for you because of it. Your interpretation of Ward is so delightfully human; he’s charming, dorky, adorable — yet so fierce, fearsome, and astonishingly complex like hot damn, girl, you go. (He’s also damn fine but we can all blame Brett for that.) AND IN THIS WORLD that has been proclaimed so dark & dreary by nearly all its inhabitants (myself included), YOU ARE A BRIGHT SHINING LIGHT THAT MAKES ME BELIEVE THE SUN CAN COME UP ON THE MORROW. OR THE NEXT DAY. OR THE DAY AFTER THAT. You’re so great & I love you. And right back at you okay. /protects you from every evil. <3
‘ Ah, well tis’
indeed a pleasure to meet you
Tell me where is
it you hail from? ‘
❝ Starfall, your Highness. ❞
❝ Some believe they can make a difference
while others seem to be using it like a silly
And I’m sure they think they’ll be the top dog for
a while; forgetting about the principal when we
all know that the president is just going to be
more work. Though if they want to do it. Good on
————————- However ! If I get handed another
bloody badge, I’m going to smite their stash. ❞
❝ Oh, there’s nothing wrong
with believing you can make a difference.
But there’s all sorts of talk about how——
they’ll remove the class system, which is
properly bonkers considering how short
the ruling term is, or something about
Honestly, it’s just a bit silly to me to promise
all sorts of poppycock to get power without
really understanding the power you’ll get.
Ha ! Not understanding your power.
And I’d like to see you try and smash mine, mate.
They’re indestructible—— I think. Actually, no.
Don’t try. They’re miniaturized hologram projectors,
I worked hard on them ! Well, they’re not mine-mine.
Speaking of which—— vote Jim ? I don’t really care
for office, really, but he does and I’m sort of bound
by code. ❞
❝ Oh, okay
I can pretend I didn’t notice… ? ❞
It’s shy and hesitant, but she manages the smallest of smiles back,
lips curled upward, her gaze soft and friendly. Sometimes it feels
like there’s a lack of friendship in her life so she’ll take it where she
can get it.
Besides, the other girl’s well-concealed pride
in her work is quite frankly adorable.
❝ It’s no problem. Really, feel free to intrude anytime.
Technopath? That’s a new one. ❞
❝ Teeny tiny bit
too late for that, don’t you think ? ❞
Lithe limbs find themselves seated across the other,
hands atop knees pressed closed together. Her feet
tapped in an undecipherable rhythm on the floor,
unable to keep herself from sitting completely still.
❝ ——Not too new, not really.
There’s a fair few of us faffing
about this place, I think.
And you really shouldn’t say that to me. I sort of collect.
Old scrap, recycled electronics. Anything, really, and make
it into something else. Never go anywhere without my little
bag of scraps, really. ❞
❝ E L L I O T T H E I D I O T ❞
❊ indie OCRP blog for teen wolf
❊ selective follower
❊ canon divergent ; up to date with teen wolf
❊ matches partner’s writing style and length
❊ mun is of age
What does that even mean? He’s too agitated to really consider the implications of it; the Doctor’s always been quick to anger, just sometimes he’s better at tempering it, and it seems he left that particular mask with the quite literal one he’d shed on Christmas.
Good. Kill the boy, and be done with it. He is of fire and ice, he’s witnessed the birth of time, and he was there when it ripped asunder beneath the machinations of the Time Lords and the Daleks. He traverses the fourth dimension and can part eternity as a musician commands their instrument. It’s about time he stated acting it, to cast off the bits of humanity haphazardly stuffed inside himself in a futile attempt to be everything he never was and can never be.
He keeps his ground when Clara advances on him; watching her still and sharp even as rage bubbles to the surface.
"Go on, Clara,” his tone is piercing, every word an accusation and no longer does he shy away from her gaze. They both know what this is about, what it’s been about since it happened, but he wants to hear her say it out loud.
Rage ( like venom ) bubbles to a boil;
his words fuel her rage and — if for but the briefest
of moments — she allows it consume her completely.
Blood rises and her face is flushed — her cheeks reddened,
her eyes grew watery — as he forces her hand. And force
her hand he actually, properly does as she charges full on.
The sound of the slap can be likened to a gunshot,
breaking every known silence. All the power of her
tiny human frame was condensed and concentrated
in that arm, that hand.
Primal rage envelops the woman who so prided herself
in control. This emotion — too raw, too real to hold back
— was what all five foot two of her embodied.
When the nerves on the palm of her hand met with the skin
of his cheek, even nerves she never knew she had could feel
them. There was no façade now — no lost little girl, no
woman trying to be every heroine she’s ever wanted to be —
she was simply one being who had lost so much and was
denied the privilege of grieving.
She shoves him with surprising strength she never knew she
had and with both hands, she pushes his chest back, and she
charges mindlessly ( like a bull
Tears — so commonly kept and concealed behind brown eyes
and between sheets ( while enclosed in the darkest of rooms
where she was sure of her solitude ) — were allowed escape.
The taste of acid is on her tongue. Her stomach churns as the
bile rises for this venom was all too often swallowed, favouring
silence in the interest of peace. Her lungs heaved as her breaths
grew heavy, as if she were breathing fire.
❝ You left me ! ❞
❝ You promised and you left me ! ❞
( To let you die ; powerless, alone. )