[be1indas]

now on @folkpoet <3

[be1indas]

now on @folkpoet <3

[be1indas]

now on @folkpoet <3

[be1indas]

now on @folkpoet <3

[be1indas]

now on @folkpoet <3

[be1indas]

now on @folkpoet <3

[drj0nes]

she'd been trying not to think about it . but the day had been far from normal . she assumed everyone else would be non - the - wiser , the mundane going about in their ignorant bliss . but here was belinda , bright and sharp , proving her wrong . eyes look upon other with a newfound respect , and mind raced with questions . " yeah , it's been . . . weird , right ? can't quite put my finger on it . "

[be1indas]

every inch of her aches, so to sit down for even a couple of minutes brings relief. legs stretch out in front of her, allowing sore muscles and tender feet a chance to relax. ❝ my last patient, the one with the bite, it was like nothing i've seen before. she couldn't even remember what bit her or where it even come from. just said she'd woken up with it. ❞ brows crease even further. ❝ that's weird, right? you'd probably remember something that big biting you. ❞

[erebius]

sliding down the tardis door to sit on the floor , victor would swat at this belinda if he wasn't so frozen with fear. in place of swatting her , fighting like a rabid animal , he merely yanks his hands away from hers , curling up small to try and be further away from her. stupid fucking therapy breathing while they're in a screaming death trap that he still isn't sure is real. HE COULD SCREAM HIMSELF , BUT HE CAN'T FIND HIS VOICE. instead , he just glares at her , willfully ignoring her little exercises. ❛❛ i don't need a god damn doctor. ❜❜ he manages to spit out , venomous. and in the same breath , he thinks———maybe i do. maybe he's right , and this actually isn't real. maybe he really did take too much this time and this is it , the only real thing some emt hovering over him , trying to get him to breath. but why would a new york emt be british ? and if these sounds aren't real , why the hell are they so loud ? maybe he's under attack. maybe all the internet conspiracy theorists tommy listens to are right , and the first alien apocalypse on earth is targeting him specifically. that would be just his luck. chest going tight again , he looks at belinda with wide , fearful eyes , and hugs close to his knees , hiding his head. ❛❛ please don't hurt me. i just want to go home. i'm like the least important human you could've abducted. ❜❜

[be1indas]

hands raise, palms forward, to show she means no ill-intent. belinda just wants to help. after all, she was like him once. it seems like a whole lifetime ago that those robots came crashing into her home, taking her away to a universe she didn't understand. all she wanted was to go home. see her parents, her nan, and go to work. the stars didn't interest her. not at the time, anyway. recently, though . . all the things she's seen . . her mind might be starting to change. ❝ he's not really a doctor, that's just his name. which, yeah, it's stupid. why call yourself a doctor if you haven't - anyway, i am actually a nurse, and i think you might be having a panic attack so it's important that you focus on your breathing. ❞ easier said than done, apparently. belinda backs up slightly, giving victor more space to process his new surroundings. the tardis isn't helping much, as it whirrs and groans in, what she thinks, is pain. something is really wrong. ❝ i'm not an alien. i'm just . . i'm from the future, yeah? 2025, to be specific. my ex bought me a star and accidentally made me queen - it's a long story. ❞ head shakes. not the time and place. ❝ i'll get you home. well, i'll try. i've never flown this thing on my own. ❞

[greenelightaaaaa]

as   mason   turns   to   begin   slicing   up   the   roast   ,   it   dawns   on   him   that   this   home   cooked   meal   might   be   a   rare   thing   for   his   new   nurse   friend.   most   of   his   friends   are   in   the   arts   ,   so   he   doesn't   know   anything   about   what   it   may   be   like   to   work   in   a   medical   field.   he's   heard   of   the   long   hours   ,   the   grueling   work   &   the   emotions   that   run   during   incredibly   tough   situations   ,   but   he   could   never   say   he   really   knows   exactly   what   a   medical   provider   does   or   goes   through   consistently.   scheduling   time   with   belinda   for   this   hangout   day   did   take   a   bit   of   effort   on   both   their   parts   ,   so   it   makes   mason   wonder   how   busy   she   keeps   herself   &   how   often   she   allows   herself   a   bit   of   fun.   he's   heard   that   shifts   at   a   hospital   usually   go   over   the   basic   eight   hours   most   have   come   to   know   ,   but   imagine   doing   that   four   to   five   days   a   week   ?   if   that   were   mason   ,   he'd   probably   be   eating   instant   ramen   noodles   again   like   he   first   did   when   he   lived   on   his   own.   poor   belinda   .   .   .   she   probably   doesn't   have   a   lot   of   time   to   cook   things   like   this.   thank   fuck   i   didn't   fuck   it   up   ,   mason   thinks   ,   smiling   as   he   brings   over   a   well   dished   up   plate   with   maybe   an   extra   scoop   of   mashed   potatoes.   there's   a   sense   of   pride   &   happiness   that   swells   over   him   over   the   possibility   of   being   the   one   to   provide   her   a   bit   of   peace   during   a   hectic   work   week.   if   he   can   do   that   for   her   ,   then   he's   well   on   his   way   to   making   up   for   her   help   in   getting   him   healed   after   his   falling   off   the   stage   fiasco.

❝   your   thoughts   on   new   york   sounds   like   what   i   thought   i'd   experience   when   i   first   moved   here.   ❞   mason   joins   belinda   at   his   little   dining   room   table   ,   the   space   small   but   big   enough   for   two   people.   as   they   settle   in   ,   he   notices   his   cat   bumblebee   already   making   herself   comfortable   under   the   table   ,   snuggling   up   to   belinda's   legs   &   purring   happily   against   her.   cute.   ❝   i   thought   i'd   see   a   show   every   week   ,   but   then   i   forgot   that   going   to   shows   cost   money   &   it   was   like   ,   more   money   than   my   parents   would   ever   allow   me   to   spend.   reality   set   in   real   quick   ,   especially   since   i   did   my   best   not   to   rely   on   my   parents   funds   during   my   time   at   NYU.   ❞   mason   takes   a   bite   of   the   roast   ,   trying   his   best   not   to   melt   at   the   taste.   damn   .   .   .   i   did   that   ?   hell   yeah   i   did   !   ❝   anyways   ,   so   party.   you're   in   ?   its   probably   not   gonna   be   at   the   theatre   ━━   weirdly   enough   ,   i   have   more   painter   &   graphic   designer   friends   than   fellow   actors.   ❞   he   laughs   ,   grabbing   for   the   bottle   of   wine   &   refilling   both   his   &   belinda's   glasses.   ❝   hmmm   .   .   .   honestly   ?   anything   casual   would   be   okay.   i'm   probably   not   the   best   person   to   ask   about   this.   i   mean   ,   i   shop   at   thrift   stores   all   the   time.   my   fashion   vibes   are   very   .   .   .   unique.   ❞   well   ,   his   fashion   sense   is   nonexistent   ,   but   there's   no   need   to   roast   himself   (   they   have   enough   roast   to   focus   on   anyway   ).   ❝   but   no   one   will   be   judging   you   for   your   outfit.   wear   whatever   you   want   !   unless   ,   you   plan   on   maybe   wooing   a   cute   artist   or   something   ,   then   by   all   means   ,   dress   a   little   more   fancy   if   you   want.   ❞   he   winks.

[be1indas]

belinda's practically drooling by the time she's handed the plate. she wills herself to show restraint, to take small bites at a time. it only occurs to her then how little she's had to eat all day, just a bowl of cereal for breakfast and pizza roll for lunch. she's still getting used to american foods, how their ready meals are different from the ones back home. how everything is oddly the same and yet so different at the same time. so, this is nice. an actual roast dinner, like the kind she would have on a sunday with her mates at the pub. though, of course, there's a few british touches missing. no yorkshire puddings or roast potatoes. maybe she'll have to return the favour and treat mason to a proper english roast. with a few of her twists, of course. the way her amma used to make, passed down from her nan when she first came to england. ❝ this is delicious. ❞ fork digs back into the mashed potato, spearing a bit of beef for her next mouthful. her stomach lets out a grumble of appreciation, which pulls a laugh from belinda. ❝ i can't tell you how long it's been since i had proper homecooked food. ❞

it seems like they both got fooled by the idea of life in the city. fun, free, and single. except everything costs more money than she has at any given point and the only time she meets people is in the emergency room, hardly the place for a meet cute. even if grey's anatomy would have you think otherwise. ❝ you went to nyu? that's amazing! what was it like? ❞ everything about his life is fascinating to her. after all, they're two very different people. the actor and the nurse. an unlikely duo, yet mason puts her at ease. as if they've known each other much longer than a couple of days. even her roommates, who she often passes like ships in the night, have barely given her a second thought. oh, they were fascinated by her and her pronunciation of water at first, but the novelty soon wore off. ❝ alright, i'm in. ❞ she probably has something in her wardrobe that could pass as party attire or, at least, close enough. her first new york party. belinda feels practically giddy as she takes another bite of her meal. this is what she thought it would be like. meeting exciting, creative, people. dancing and singing and drinking the night away. the kind of night she doesn't tell her amma about. yet the mention of wooing a cute artist causes her to almost choke on her food. ❝ oh, christ, i don't think i even remember how to flirt. i haven't so much as smiled at anyone since - ❞ allen. she really doesn't want to talk about him. ❝ i'm not sure i really want a relationship, anyway. ❞

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊.    (  a collection of various  location prompts centered around time & weather.  feel free to adjust as desired.  )

[ 1AM ] the stoop of a brightly lit psychic shop, pondering haven from the rain. [ 2AM ] the [ lobby / room ] of a run-down motel during a tumultuous storm. [ 3AM ] a dark graveyard thick with petrichor, well beyond visiting hours. [ 4AM ] an empty, rusty gas station nearly flooding with rainwater. [ 5AM ] a cabin in the frozen woods, large fire raging under the hearth. [ 6AM ] a bus stop hazily lit by the rising sun, earth smelling of petrichor. [ 7AM ] a crowded coffee shop, patrons in a rush to escape the morning rain. [ 8AM ] a serene camping site overlooking a valley, air humid & fresh. [ 9AM ] a diner smelling of breakfast food as rain patters on the window. [ 10AM ] a walled-in garden full of flowers, just as the afternoon heat sets in. [ 11AM ] an empty public playground, equipment hot from the sun. [ 12PM ] the middle of a sweltering outdoors shopping center. [ 1PM ] the side of the highway after your car breaks down from the heat. [ 2PM ] a bustling farmer's market ripe with produce, unhindered by the rain. [ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles. [ 4PM ] the forested perimeter of a vast lake, cold from snow melt. [ 5PM ] a [ restaurant / diner ], interior lights flickering under a fierce storm. [ 6PM ] a car interior, passengers stuck on a dangerously snowy & dark road. [ 7PM ] an outdoors event as the heat backs off, full of laughter & live music. [ 8PM ] the long queue of a club, impatient patrons stuck in the rain. [ 9PM ] the threshold of an apartment, knocking to be let out of the hailstorm. [ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars. [ 11PM ] the backseat of a car parked in the pouring rain on a lonely road. [ 12AM ] a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off.

[be1indas]

actually you know what? forget epic loves, belinda deserves a soft love. someone who's going to take care of her in the same way that she takes care of literally everyone else, because she's absolutely the kind of person who burns herself out in the aid of helping others. she needs someone who's going to make sure she gets enough sleep, and eats properly, and makes time for self care. someone she can just share all the mundane life things with, like doing the dishes, and cleaning the shower, and hoovering the living room. she just needs someone who understands her, because that's real love

[be1indas]

[be1indas]

it’s nearly 2am this reignited my anger belinda chandra you deserved the whole universe

[be1indas]

truly my favourite thing about belinda is her natural ability to care. like she cares so deeply and so sincerely. it urges her forward in everything, because she has to help. she has the skills and the knowledge and the ability so why wouldn’t she?? just the very definition of be the change you want to see in the world

[warplanetarchived]

belinda knows him well. he's anxious to get moving, ready to rush to the ship's forward batteries and get to work. damn this injury, these stiches, and whatever cybernetics chakwas and @be1indas had to use in order to patch him up. sure, he's alive, but he's stuck. he's waiting. let him roam the new ship and see the changes cerberus made to his old stomping grounds. let belinda tour him around the place, point out her favorite features, and smile that pretty smile garrus has grown fond of over time.

"i suppose we have to thank them for that. for shepard." garrus glances out the medbay windows, breathing slowly as he watches a few members of the crew eat in the nearby dining hall. "they clearly brought her back for a reason, and if she's out here collecting allies, old friends... she said something about the collectors?" garrus turns his attention back to belinda, and a rush of warmth floods his insides. her familiar presence (and, once again, that smile) has an effortless way of soothing all the aches and pains within garrus vakarian's chest. a weight floats off his shoulders. he settles on the surgical cot, releasing a sigh. "and... yes. archangel. tell you what. once i'm allowed into the forward batteries, let's talk there. i'd rather chat in private about all that, and not with an audience." a few human crewmates peer at him through the medbay windows now. garrus snorts, and they hastily look away. "think we deserve a bit of privacy. we have... a lot to discuss, belinda. i've missed you."

[be1indas]

❝ i guess we do. ❞ teeth absentmindedly bite down on her bottom lip. belinda's thought about it a lot since boarding the new normandy. shepard died. she was gone for years. no science exists that can bring a person back. or, rather, it didn't. she can't help but wonder . . should it? she's thankful, of course, for the revival of an old friend, but it's against the very laws of nature. she doesn't voice any of this. hasn't to anyone. not when she's not sure who to trust. ❝ it's pretty remarkable. like she never - ❞ head shakes. another conversation better left for when they're in private.

❝ colonies are disappearing, they think the collectors are taking them. i'm sure they'll tell you all about it as soon as you have the all clear. ❞ her smile turns soft, something gentle in her eye. she could say it's fondness for an old friend. a relief at seeing a familiar face. she knows it's something more. that there's something to their friendship that she doesn't feel with anyone else. an ache to be closer, to hear his thoughts and feelings, to reach out a hand to his. they stay clasped in her lap though, willpower winning. ❝ alright, you drive a hard bargain, but i'm sure i can convince dr chakwas to let you out early for good behaviour. ❞ a light laugh falls from her lips. it just about muffles the soft intake of breath that follows his words. ❝ i missed you too. i, um, i'm glad shepard brought you back to us. ❞ to me.

[rubysunnday]

DOCTOR WHO (2005) 1501 - The Robot Revolution

[drj0nes]

𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛 ; written for @be1indas !

“ you’re a godsend ! i’ve been gasping for a coffee since lunch and just haven’t had time . how did you know ? ”

[be1indas]

❝ just had a hunch. ❞ hands grip her own cup, allowing the warmth to ease aching palms. christ, talk about a busy day. ❝ i haven't sat down since breakfast. ❞ brow creases, a thought mulling in her mind, as she takes a sip of the brown liquid. it's awful. ❝ is it me or is there something . . off about today? i don't know, it just doesn't feel quite normal. ❞