And how exactly was I supposed to avoid this impulse buy, Target??

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And how exactly was I supposed to avoid this impulse buy, Target??
Dream prompt
I had this dream last night. So we learn in the finale that Lucifer’s devil face exists because of angel rules - you get what you believe you deserve. Right? So picture this.
Lucifer and Chloe come across this kid who did something terrible and feels really guilty about it (can be human or maybe secret nephilim, dealer’s choice). In a shocking reveal, the kid has his own version of the devil face.
Just for that moment when the kid turns and Lucifer sees his own face staring back at him.
Locum Tenens (30)
Last chance to say it. (403 words)
“Rose.” He took a deep breath. Her gaze sharpened on him. “I… This isn’t at all how I wanted to say it, on some windswept beach in a parallel world, but I let myself run out of time.” He sniffed. “Some Time Lord, me.”
It killed him that he couldn’t touch her, that they could only stand, looking at each other, not even real, while he held out his hearts to her. “I let things that were understood go unsaid for far too long,” he forced himself to continue, and heard Rose suck in a breath. “It absolutely will not be my last chance to say it,” he growled fiercely, as his hands clenched and unclenched with the need to be threaded through hers, then softened. “But just in case: Rose Tyler, I love you.”
She gaped at him. Even after their relationship had progressed into physical intimacy, he’d held the words back, feeling that they were inadequate and at the same time too much. Those words were definitive, final, and maybe he’d naively thought that if he refused to define their relationship it couldn’t hurt them. He shook his head inwardly. Daft Time Lord.
Rose had known, had sensed his aversion to the words and held her own back, out of respect, instead showing him in a thousand little ways more eloquent than eight letters of English. But he saw, in that moment, how much she’d needed to hear them from him, and cursed himself for a fool ten times over. Finally she shut her mouth with a snap, shaking her head and smiling at him, and the heat of her love blazed from her eyes and warmed him, even on an icy beach in a different world.
“I know,” she replied. “And Doctor, I -”
She vanished.
The wind howled.
The Doctor, bereft of both Rose and the TARDIS’ telepathic contact, again, stood stock still, feeling as though the wind had been knocked out of him. Then, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, his shoulders slumped, and he covered his face with his hands as he took shaking breaths.
It was Mickey who tentatively approached him, an indeterminate amount of time later. “C’mon, boss.” Taking his arm, the other man coaxed the Doctor gently back to the Jeep.
One look at his stony face and no one attempted to engage him in conversation.
He was silent for the entire drive.
Locum Tenens (26)
What is Rose going to do? (349 words)
Rose took her hand away from her mouth and took a deep breath. “You’re pregnant?” Her voice was watery, but she grinned at her mother. Jackie nodded, rubbing a hand over her womb.
“I’m three months gone. More Tylers on the way.”
“That’s fantastic, Mum, congratulations!” There was, of course, large amounts of sorrow mixed in with the joy, and Jackie understood.
“So you’d better believe that I’ll be over here, cracking the whip. You’re going to get to meet your baby brother if it’s the last thing this one does.” She directed her last words threateningly to the Doctor, and he nodded slowly.
“It’s true, Rose.” He needed her to understand this, for his own peace of mind if not hers. “I’m never going to stop trying to find a way back, you know that.” She nodded quickly. She always believed in him, even when she shouldn’t. “I just don’t want to make any promises. I don’t have a plan, but you know how brilliant I am at making things up as I go along.”
She smiled at him in agreement, and the Doctor swallowed. There was something else he needed her to understand, but he could hardly say it from a parallel world, with her mother looking on.
“What about you, Rose?” Jackie continued, oblivious to the Doctor’s thoughts, and he watched as Rose’s expression immediately shuttered. “I want you to promise me you’ll take care of yourself, sweetheart. Go to Bev’s, she’ll look after you. She can take you to Cousin Mo’s, you can stay with him until this all gets sorted.”
“Yeah, Mum, ‘course I will,” Rose said; she was lying through her teeth, and the Doctor knew it. Jackie would have known it too, he had no doubt, except she was distracted by Mickey’s approach. The man threw an arm around Jackie’s shoulders and nodded to Rose.
“Hey, babe.” The Doctor bristled; he couldn’t help it. Jackie was one thing, but he would be damned if he let Mickey take up any of the limited amount of time he had to spend with Rose.
Doomsday Anniversary.
On this day in 2006, we watch the Doctor say goodbye to Rose as he faded out on that god-forsaken beach. He never got his chance to say it. He cried and we cried with him. We were all mourning, and quite right, too. For, we never saw them kiss, or make love, or even show any signs of an established relationship beyond best friends. This prompted thousands of fics to be written about what could’ve been.
Them together, with kissing and touching and love making. Them in future episode rewrites. Their lives with children. So many possibilities.
So I’d like to thank Russell, for breaking our hearts and prompting all of this amazing work from these amazing authors. I’d also like to thank Billie and David. Without them and their amazing acting, none of this would be possible. Without David being the amazing human he is, Billie would’ve left.
I’m also using this as a shout out for all of you. The readers. The writers. The artists. The dreamers. All of you make this possible. You want more, so you create more. More stories to come alive in our heads. More pictures to use to fill the blank spaces. For making our fandom so great, thank you.
I’ve joined a great place and have made so many friends. I feel accepted here, where we can speak about the same thing and not get the judging look like we would in public. Thank you all, from the bottom of my heart. Keep doing what you do.
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Harry Potter Books as Told by Malfoy
The Year Harry Potter Declined My Friendship
The Year I Apparently Didn't Exist
The Year I Lost the Hair Gel
The Year I Was Turned Into a Ferret
The Year I Became a Teacher's Pet
The Year I Used a Vanishing Cabinet
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