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someone say no.

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i have highly considered making this a muse hub rather than a multi... with the following muses:

jenny h.umphrey

juliette king

m.artha, r.uby sunday, 9, and 15 on a d.w one

s.atine

p.admé

a.bigail hobbs

c.laudia de pointe du lac

audrey, j.ackie, n.atalie, and sh.auna

e.rica reyes

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consider this blog to jsut be like... low activity for the moment

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(meme).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he had given them that smile when they walked aboard,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎that smile with no teeth that came in a quick flash over his shoulder before he turned back to the console in silence,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎no words spoken.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there's a quick flick of a lever,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a jolt to the t.ardis,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she has to grab ahold of a railing.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the wooshing sound is usually so comforting,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but it drowns out now with their parted lips‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎brown eyes attached to the back of his figure,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎bent over the console.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎complete silence.

the day was long,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎strange,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎probably stranger than any of the trips she had taken since meeting him,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as now she can say she's met them,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎more of him than she ever thought possible.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it almost felt beautiful in the hours,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎seeing the d.octor,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the d.octor,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the d.octor,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎knowing of how they needed this saving,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎how padmé bore witness to it‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(how intimate of a moment,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎how intimate of an experience).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when it ended,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎all of them going back to their own t.ardis with smiles on their face,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎knowing that g.allifrey was not dead,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎that their hands did not partake in the slaughter,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it felt nearly good.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it felt nearly uncanny,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎emotional whiplash.

when the motion settles,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she takes a few steps forward,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎standing only inches behind them with her brows turned downward,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎eyes so gentle.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❝ @denouemente?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎are you alright? ❞ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her palm rests on the back of his arm,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fingers delicately resting so to nearly not feel a thing at all,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎so to allow him the chance to distance himself from their touch.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎[YOU'RE ALIVE,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I'M ALIVE,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎EVERYONE'S HAPPY].‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when green eyes turn down to look at them,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they can see right past it,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎past the facade,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎past the happiness that seems so forced.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's still there,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a happiness between the two of them,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but to say it was the only thing there would be too simple,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎too easy.

❝ you...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you just found out that you didn't kill your people,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you just saw a past you didn't quite remember... ❞ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she takes a step now to stand directly beside him,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎letting the fact hang in the air as her fingers slip with her to hold onto them now,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎still gentle,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎still warm.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❝ you don't have to be happy,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you don't have to be just happy. ❞ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎even in celebrating the independence of n.aboo,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she was not just happy,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she was happy‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎tired,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎worried‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎jovial,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎to be just happy is not to live.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he has shown them this,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yet they have known this their whole life.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❝ tell me,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎doctor. ❞ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as her right hand remains still on their jacket,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the other reaches up,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎gently cupping the curve of their jaw to turn them to look at her once more.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❝ are you alright? ❞

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BULLET TRAIN (2022) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

if you mention thomas the tank engine one more time, i'm gonna shoot you in the fucking face.

would you describe me as someone who lives in perpetual anxiety?

well, you also have a shoot-able face.

you never know what horrible fate your bad luck has saved you from.

thank you for taking the job on such short notice.

you are getting the new and improved me.

i'm less reactive to situations, i'm more accepting of people's shortcomings.

you put peace out in the world, you get peace back.

i'm not even trying to kill people and someone dies.

i could live here. i like the atmosphere, the people are considerate.

i know i'm being judgmental. i need to work on that.

this train is bound for kyoto.

i'm gonna assume you didn't take the gun?

you know, i'm thinking of starting my own agency.

what am i snatching and/or grabbing?

shit, i think i dropped my ticket.

you're bleeding.

who the fuck did i kill?

i think they'll notice the childish code names first.

when was the last time you ate a lemon meringue pie?

there's always a catch.

you idiots work for my father?

you ever watch thomas the tank engine? everything i learned about people i learned from thomas.

i want to strangle you now.

why do you always bring swords?

that wasn't our fault.

hey, listen, i'm just gonna get off at the next stop.

where's the briefcase?

he doesn't need a reason to kill people like you.

you're going to want to hear the whole story, or you'll be very, very sorry.

why do i even bother forwarding you the briefings?

no one really knows the truth.

we are... fucked.

find me the son of a bitch who did this.

can we just take a time out here? talk this out?

why does that sound so familiar?

the guy who stabbed me. i spilled wine on his suit.

one of them is walking towards me right now.

why are we whispering?

your orders were to stay on the train.

can i please do my job now?

shove that fucking hat up your fucking asshole.

there's a gun underneath this table pointed right at you.

i'm just fucking with you.

real quick... every day is a fucking headache with you, innit?

you're alive, i'm alive, everyone's happy.

i just want to get off this train, go see a zen garden and some shit, you know?

there's another body here.

this guy's like criss fucking angel. he pops up everywhere.

unlike you, i'm a professional.

you shoot first and come up with the answers later.

are you hiding in a bathroom?

i knew my luck would rub off on you.

you're really proud of yourself, aren't you?

for what it's worth, you seem like a right fucking asshole and i'm glad you're gonna fucking die with me.

you proved you're smarter than everyone.

am i dreaming?

i don't know how to use a gun.

i'm glad you enjoyed the performance.

i'm mansplaining. i'm mansplaining again.

you want a blanket? you want me to hold your hand?

you have been lying to me, my friend.

i never forget a face.

i'm so happy to see you. please help me.

make sure you do something that brings you peace, 'cause everything else is a pain in the ass.

fate for me is just another word for bad luck.

why are you motherfuckers using metaphors?

i'm gonna buy us some time.

i built myself up from the nothing you gave me.

i came here to kill you.

oh shit. something's happening.

i'm sorry i shot you twice.

we're almost there. you just need to get up.

what's happening to your face? are you crying?

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i need to write up s.atine's whole i.wtv verse at some point because it is completely developed now.

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(meme).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the théâtre des vampires was a name she hadn't heard in thirty some odd years,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎one that has gone through its own metamorphosis through time.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a thing of hope for her future on the stage,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎to a thing of community‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(a shining light in the darkness that was,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎to her,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎vampirism‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎paris).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now it sits in a desolate place of confusion,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎akin to a photographed destroyed by water stains.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎had claudia called to say only good things about her time at this beautiful theater,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she would have felt a near sense of pride...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but her desperation tugged on strings inside of satine's chest that were wired specifically for her,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎for the girl she wishes she could call her daughter.

going to paris was an easy decision if only for her,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎anything done at the drop of a hat for claudia,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but it came with its own sting.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎eye danced around the buildings fading in‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎out of light with a unique pride,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a longing that was only exaggerated by christian's absence‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(stayed home waiting,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎anticipating the day she comes back because going to paris was,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎for him,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎too hard...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎going to the théâtre des vampires even harder).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she rounded street corners that would never be unfamiliar,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎crowds gazing upon her skin with gawking faces‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎eyes that lingered for a second too long for their partners comfort,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but satine just kept walking,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎walking as if she owned the city,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as if it were her birthright.

especially as she stood before the sign,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎aglow,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she could feel a grin stretch across her face that mimicked that the first time armand had showed it to her,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a grin that mimicked the second time they had come to visit as actual vampiric patrons invited by her old friend,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a grin that seems to falter as she thinks of her surrogate daughter inside,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎although it doesn't fade completely.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as she pushes through the doors,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she strides with confidence,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎finding comfort in the energy that radiated immediately from the presence of her like-kind.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it had dawned upon her in her time in new orleans that this was exactly as it seemed:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎an opulent display of vampiric pride,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎something that always lingered in prior future visit too‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎from with fangs to match.

[OH,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎WE MUST STOP MEETING LIKE THIS].‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the voice was quickly familiar,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎then again she was smiling as she turned to catch the gaze of @lamourstre at his point on the balcony.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she wasn't sure if he knew she was coming,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if he knew that she knew louis‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎claudia,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but she assumed not.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was just so hard to mistake satine in a bland crowd,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎with crimson seemingly dripping off her figure.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎silently,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎in his head:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❝ oh how i missed your quips monsieur armand. ❞ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she moves naturally through the building,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎sliding up the stairs with a grace that seemed like a camera blur,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as if she were a ghost treading in between manifestations.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when she reaches him,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they stand so stoic together,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎years between them in a comfortable manner.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ red lips part,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her saccharine voice spills out.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❝ i wasn't sure i'd ever get to visit again–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ you know how much i just love this place,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎adore you‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the performers. ❞

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I don't know what I need. Maybe a new brain in my head. Why can't I tell him this? I suppose I'm afraid my joylessness will take away his happiness and maybe I don't want his feelings to depend on mine anymore. Maybe I want to be joyfully joyless. A forever switch of wild opposites at play.

DELAINEY HAYLES as CLAUDIA in IWTV (2022 - ) I 2.02

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@massivedeal‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's sure she hasn't looked at herself more in the mirror than she has these past months.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's almost something she's not quite used to.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎never had she not known what she looked like,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yet now every day she goes through ups‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎downs of confidence,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎shifting with each of regina's words.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as she tilts her head,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she can't quite say what she feels about the reflection looking back at her.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's just so different,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's just so...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎regina.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❝ i don't know. ❞ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the purse of her lips almost feels as if she's offending someone,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎especially as a flash of blonde hair moves behind her‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her own gaze is immediately,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎magnetically,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎pulled.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❝ do you think it's...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎pretty? ❞

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RANDOM ACTION-THEMED PROMPTS

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be careful.

that looks like it hurts.

we move on three, got it?

i’ll give you a boost.

found you some ammo.

don’t you ever point a gun at someone you’re not going to shoot.

get ready to run!

you’re bleeding!

we’re a team.

you saved my life back there.

can you show me how?

grab my hand!

you saved my life…

we need a backup plan.

wake up!

where did they come from?

what’s your status?

i’ll be back in ten minutes.

stop! think about what you’re doing!

where are we going?

did you find anything useful?

take it easy, you blacked out.

it’s my shoulder, i think it’s dislocated.

you’re not a bad shot.

why don’t you let me handle this one?

we’re gonna have to jump!

i need you to focus.

you need a break?

it’s alright. you’re okay.

careful where you aim that thing.

can you hear anything?

you look tired.

i’m gonna need to to be quiet.

do you know how to shoot?

did the bullet go through?

don’t come out until i say so.

come here, let me see the wound.

it’s my job to protect you.

i’m not going to let anything happen to you.

find cover!

put your weapons on the ground, now!

you owe me for this.

i thought i lost you!

i’m in charge!

that was a hell of a shot.

i’m low on ammo!

i’m on your side.

are we clear?

this better be important.

cover your ears.

you’ve looked better.

i think it’s broken.

quick! find a weapon!

can i trust you?

careful, it could be a trap.

sorry, that took longer than i thought.

watch your fire!

i need you to be strong.

are you hurt?

i thought they’d never leave.

you didn’t have to do that for me.

can you stand?

take all the time you need.

between the two of us, i’m the better driver.

here, have some water.

when i call out to you, you’re supposed to respond!

whatever happens, i got your back.

don’t aim that at me.

it’s not too late to do the right thing.

i’ll take first watch.

let me carry you.

did you do that?

don’t shoot!

where are you?

sit down!

look out!

i’ll look after you.

now’s not the time to be scared.

why did you do that?

alright, my turn.

cover your eyes.

you’re leaving me? here?

take a deep breath, squeeze the trigger.

that’s a long way down…

i’m not your enemy!

you need to slow down.

we should cover our tracks.

are we almost there?

how’re you holding up?

we need to get some sleep.

promise me you’ll come back.

here, eat this.

my head is pounding.

you have no idea how good it is to see you.

i won’t forget what you did for me.

please don’t do this to me.

where did you come from?

put that down!

what’s taking so long?

we’re going the wrong way.

that doesn’t sound very safe.

i don’t have a clear shot.

let’s finish the job first.

what does the map say?

i believe in you.

i appreciate what you’ve done for me.

i’m not a medic!

don’t touch anything. i mean it.

take the shot!

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to whoever steals my multi urls the moment i retire them, you're both funny and kinda fucked

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(MIS)-'TĪMD:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ADJECTIVE.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎|‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎PADMÉ A.MIDALA FT. @denouemente.

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she had always been sensitive to her own emotions,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎from the empathy to the anger that came when injustice fell before her,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎anger so strong she could never stay still‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎let it be.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the feeling now,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ �� ‎brought on endor,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a planet she has heard about in passing,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎cataloged away in her endless repertoire of galaxy history,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hurt to a near physical level‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(as if something she knew,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎something she loved,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎was gone,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎something she can't articulate or remember).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the tension in their jaw is held close,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎unconscious,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎until their eyes meet his once more.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎inhale,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they remember,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎exhale after.

there's a look in the doctor she does not recognize,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎one that pulls her attention even away from the celebrations in their peripheral vision‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(there's such joy in those surrounding them,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎intermixed with such sorrow wallowing in her).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎their look is apologetic,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎thoughtful,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎intriguing,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎even more so with their inability to tell her.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's not one to press,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's not one to ask more,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎instead she just nods.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎alarming sounds ring in the back of their mind,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but go completely ignored.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎time is the one thing she cannot grasp as easily as she wishes she could,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but that's the glory of traveling with the doctor.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there is a complete trust,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎innate as if it were weaved into her very genetic fabric,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎this trust that is meant for him,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎them.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❝ it's okay. ❞ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎because it is,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎because they know that when the time comes for her to know this ache,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎for her to know the web that pulled her to understanding,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎then she'll be able to look back at this moment with that feeling of content.

❝ why would i want to leave you? ❞ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the question is layered,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎selfish‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎intimate.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when has she ever had this kind of time,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when will they ever have it again?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the moment he takes her back,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎back to her apartment in couruscant,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎back within the exact ten minutes they left,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's back to the life she was trained for,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎which is fine,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎its the life she chose...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but they chose this detour as well.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❝ we can fix it,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i'll be there with you. ❞ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎their feet start towards the tardis,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a hand reaching out in offering.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there even more so is the selfishness of her question,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the beating in her chest when they meet their green eyes,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when they realize they aren't breathing:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎that is the only thing she tries to ignore,‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if only to protect him,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if only because she believes her luck is not aligned to have such a connection as deep as it feels.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❝ unless you don't want me to...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎let us go fix it. ❞

they should have guessed padmé wouldn’t take trust me, you don’t want to go as an answer. endor was never meant to play host to someone like them, someone who was so life changing to so many people. perhaps the TARDIS was trying to teach him a lesson, for interfering when he had no place. plucking the senator amidala from her own timeline was a risk, and they knew that — but they couldn’t help themselves. padmé was magnetic, charming, intelligent, beautiful . . . he should have known it would all catch up with him eventually. good things always came to an end, they would go back to their home world and home time, and he would continue on. alone. just as he always had.

“ that, i cannot tell you. ” darth vader — anakin skywalker — was an evil man, an evil presence made by her death. being here after his death made things all wrong — her future child(ren)’s future altered by their mother’s presence on this world. he didn’t know if their union had happened — how would they react to finding out they had twins with this galaxy’s most feared man? how would they react knowing one of them was wounded by their own father? no, he needed to let them live it. live it, and then understand what they saw so far into the future. “ i’ve always been honest with you, padmé — but this time, i cannot tell you, and i’m sorry. ” his voice is strangely apologetic, arms crossed over his chest as he stares through her. for the first time in a really long time, he doesn’t know what to say.

he wants to take her far away from here — he wants to take her to some paradise planet where the concerns of her future can disappear, even for just a moment. “ it was supposed to be different. i think us being here . . . it made it all wrong. ” they purse their lips, finally moving their eyes to look at hers. “ we need to go back. we need to fix something. ” more like he needed to. bringing padmé along likely wouldn’t fix what needed to be fixed. the skywalkers were important to this galaxy. they couldn’t exist without padmé amidala. what if what they saw changed their mind? what if what they saw made them rethink their future? “ it will be hard. if you don’t want to stay, i’d understand. ”

[mis-timed]

She had found it weird,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎for lack of a better word,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the way Donna had just...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎gone,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎after all of it,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎after everything the doctor had put them all through,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the stars‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the moon,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the love,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎to just let it go didn't feel like something she had expected from the other woman.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Yet here she is,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎so many questions move through her brain at light speed,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but she'll wait...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎because she's more excited than anything else to see donna at all.

Not many can relate to Martha in that way,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎even those who she surrounds herself with,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there's a lasting,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎lingering,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎unimaginable impact.

"Oh my God."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there's a breathe of relief as her arms wrap around donna,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a familiar ease loosening her shoulders.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A hug is to hide a face,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎that's what the doctor said,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but all her expression shows is the greatest relief.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She is not lonely,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she is not sad,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yet there is relief.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I left!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎But you're here oh my God!"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎When she pulls back,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the grin stretches widely across her features,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hands still resting on Donna's shoulders.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I'm good!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I work independently now,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎less restrictions but i'm here sometimes,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎checking in with everyone,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎y'know."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎There's a quick shrug,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎one more breath of relief as she lets her arms fall to her side.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Where've you been?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎You kinda...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎just left?"

there are people donna has desperately been meaning to reconnect with. getting your memory back fifteen years after you've lost it, after you've lived an entirely different life, it's ... odd. she's the same person, but she's not. she had fifteen years where she became different. fifteen years where she didn't really, truly believe in herself the way she learned to.

and now those memories are back. not just of the strides she made, but of the people she met as well. people who are still alive or who she assumes are still alive - martha, jack, the people at torchwood, rose. some of them she can reconnect with. some of them she can't.

some of them have just shown up at unit.

"martha!" she grins and stands up from the desk, pulling open the door all the way to reveal the woman behind it, and immediately opening her arms for a hug. "i asked around about you when i joined. well. i say joined. it's more of a consultant sort of - anyway!" she grins. "how the hell have you been?"

[mis-timed]

ohhhh you wanna send me memes so bad-

[mis-timed]

(MIS)-'TĪMD:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ADJECTIVE.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎|‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎PADMÉ A.MIDALA FT. @denouemente.