Aug 4, 2018
“So I’m not saying but I’m saying, but my buddy Tyrone just told me that saving all of New Orleans depended on a blonde girl giving a dude back his hoodie.”
“I’m just sayin’.”
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“So I’m not saying but I’m saying, but my buddy Tyrone just told me that saving all of New Orleans depended on a blonde girl giving a dude back his hoodie.”
“I’m just sayin’.”
@indestructigirl
Claire & Ten prompt, "Purple."
“D’you know,” The Doctor frowned, “your birthday’s exceptionally hard to pin down? Worse than Easter!”
“It’s not today either,” Claire smirked wryly.
“What?” he sputtered. “Oh, that is just brilliant.”
“I’m not offended,” Claire promised, grinning at the cake he’d brought her.
The frosting was deep purple. Like the sun had faded over the horizon but the sky hadn’t yet lost all its blue.
Instead of candles, there were bobbing, levitating balls of microfusion.
Tiny white stars lighting that sky.
“Actually, perfect timing,” Claire beamed at him.
The Doctor let a slow smile onto his face. “Well, then. Happy Birthday.”
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{Ask for Writing inspiration meme}
“So yesterday I found a jar of maraschino cherries in the back of a cupboard that might actually somehow be sentient.”
Before Dawn Arrives
@likethestory (Claire):
Claire glances up from the grave she’s digging up, wiping the sweat off her forehead with her sleeve. Her expression turns slightly puzzled, brow furrowed in thought.
“Y’know, I always wondered why people say that. It’s almost dawn, and now it’s gettin’ lighter.”
Mae snorts out a laugh as she closes up her water bottle before grabbing up her own shovel once more.
“Maybe ‘s like...some sort of metaphorical darkness? That would kind of make sense.”
“Far as you know, I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” ~Claire
“See, Bennet, that is what I like to call an empirical fact,” though considering Pacey’s small town life - or lack thereof - it wasn’t too hard to be the silver lining. Claire just happened to have a special talent for it. “Granted, I just finished off my homemade garbage burrito, so you didn’t have much competition left,” he was all smiles, too happy not to tease her. “And I’m like… a solid top five to you, right? Depending whether or not I’m letting you have control of the radio on any given day.”
Claire and Harry: Big Damn Heroes
@indestructigirl from here
“Weird. I’m usually the one saying that to everyone else,” Claire quipped, staring up at the stranger. She then slipped behind him to peek out around his arm. “Are you sure, though? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure I’m way more bulletproof than you.”
Harry, fully immersed in his Big Damn Hero act, almost missed the blonde’s words as she maneuvered herself around him enough to poke her head out. He kept one arm in front of her, urging her back behind him, while with his left arm he shook out his shield bracelet. With a murmured word, a force field of energy sprang up between the two of them and the advancing gunmen.
The gunmen were, as gunmen do, shooting, their bullets ricocheting off Harry’s shield as the wizard planted his feet and struggled to hold it steady. He didn’t know if they were shooting at him in particular, or if he just happened to be in the way as they shot at the girl. Either way, he was good with blocking their fire. It seemed like the thing to do.
“Bulletproof?” he asked through gritted teeth. “Is that a literal bulletproof, or just a metaphorical too-edgy-for-my-shirt song-lyric sort of bulletproof?”
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In the distance, the far far distance, the train whistled long and loud.
Tommy wasn’t on it.
He climbed the stairs of The Clock Tower, his key dangling on the chain Sally had gotten him. He stood there, for a long long moment, gazing at The TARDIS, and without a word he unlocked the door and let himself in.
The TARDIS very thoughtfully provided him a coat tree for his long brown coat, but, making himself at home, he tossed that coat over one of the coral growths instead.
Tommy slid his hands into his pockets, and, expression pensive, started switching switches, toggling toggles, levering levers.
He felt it in his head, the bond with Blue, a greeting like an old friend.
And he smiled up at her, smiled around at her, a brokenheartsed smile that couldn’t help but hope.
“One quick spin around the block couldn’t hurt,” he murmured.
“Test flight,” he shook his head. “Maiden voyage. Erm– shakedown cruise.”
He ran his tongue around his teeth. “Whaddaya think. Back to the future?”
Assent. And more than assent, a feeling of rising, of excitement, of onward and upward and aeria gloris.
Let’s go, please let’s go.
Not just assent but ascent.
Tommy grinned, grinned the biggest grin he’d ever grinned, and disengaged the handbrake with a haul of his arm.
The TARDIS rumbled, quivered, quavered and quaked– circuits sizzled and instruments flickered and needles pegged.
And a sound.
A sound like none that Tommy had ever heard. An alien beautiful sound.
Like the Music of the Spheres.
A whooshing groaning vworping noise, the shrieking of The Shrieking Shack and The Wind Beneath The Worlds.
His soul soaring, Tommy ran a palm along the rim of The Console and didn’t bother to blink back tears.
“Allons-y.”
(( The above is from The Potter!verse, Track 66. “Not just assent but ascent” is a sentence far too beautiful to have come from me and it will resonate with me forever and I will ever wonder from whence it came. ))
(( This next bit is a snippet from a longer plot over like five different blogs between @wininthetardis, @indestructigirl and her counterpart indestructibro, and earlier incarnations of @richparkerwashere and @petaparkerishere. My AU Spider-Man Richard Parker Jr just borrowed his friend Win’s Vortex Manipulator to teleport to London after his girlfriend Claire Bennet got kidnapped, and his Uncle Ben’s reaction is priceless. ))
Rich vanished in a sizzle and a pop and a stench of ozone, and it even looked like a flicker of lightning danced around his outline…
…and, standing there holding Clay’s hand, Peta sagged a bit against her taller boyfriend, closing her eyes as she buried his face against the solidity of his arm. “…God.”
Ben, still sitting at the kitchen table holding his cane between his hands, shook his head slightly. “I’ve lived too long. Did that boy just text himself to England? It’s like the damned Jetsons.”
(( Did that boy just text himself to England? Oh, Ben, I love you so.
Funnily enough, Rich recently recalled this incident with the VM while talking to @omniuniversal about “glitchy magic watches.” ))
♥: One thing you love about your Muse.
Some fun Munday asks!
((That, despite how gruff and grumpy and volatile he can be, Harry is at his heart a deeply compassionate human being who just wants to help people. He’s always thinking of the potential collateral damage to innocent people who may be caught in the crossfire, and trying to find ways to avoid it even if the people working with him don’t. And he’s just kind to people so often. Like, he’s not always nice. But he’s kind.
One of my favorite parts of Dead Beat, which I’ve been rereading, is how kind he is to Butters, how forgiving he is towards the little guy’s (highly understandable) terror at being thrust into a deadly situation he doesn’t understand, and how he steadfastly believes in Butters and builds him up and encourages him all throughout the book, until Butters comes in at the last minute and kicks ass and saves Harry (with the help of Mouse!) from a horrible death. Just... it’s so him and I love it.))