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DOCTOR WHO | Rose & Jackie Tyler in Doomsday

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- mom i’m tired

the manuscript- taylor swift/ thirteen/ class of 2013- mitski/ 13 going on 30/ wonderland- taylor swift/ cat city- vewn/ @death-born-aphrodite/ skins/ @inkskinned

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🥀.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎@scrubschanged :‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i'm still trying to find my identity. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⋆·˚ ༘ *

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎y'wanna know what i think?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she raises a brow, lips parting to continue on before he can even give a response, a yes or no‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎remnants of jackie still carve their way into every passing day of hers, even if she hasn't seen her mother in so long‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎too long‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i think there's a million versions of ourselves, every day tryna' find another version of ourselves until we realize we're walking in circles.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's like, we change every day, how can we find our identity until we've covered all basis?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's rambling now, maybe inspired by the beer or two, or more, she's had, maybe inspired by frustration sat in the pit of a woman's gut.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎that doesn't make sense, does it?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜

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🥀.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎@drj0nes :‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎please don't tell anyone i said that ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⋆·˚ ༘ *

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎oh i promise, y'er secret's safe with me.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎although she does laugh, it's warm, and not at her company but instead at the world around them.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's missed having company, friends, people who told her silly secrets before biting their lips in rosy cheeked embarrassment‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎––‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it reminds her of sleepovers as a kid, trying to laugh silently to avoid getting yelled at for being up past her bedtime, but now it's intertwined with aliens and rent, bills and adventure, two oppositional images.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if it makes y'feel any better, i'm not technically a unit employee, so you can say whateva' you want to me.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i'm not required to tell a soul.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜

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do y'all ever think about how much R.TD relies so much on reoccurring imagery rather than caring for his characters that he had the d.octor DROP ROSE OFF AT B.AD WOLF BAY ???? INSTEAD OF TAKING HER HOME ?? TWIST THE FUCKING KNIFE ??

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do you guys care she ??? do you????

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🥀.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎@agentharkness :‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i was there, remember?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⋆·˚ ༘ *

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yeah‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yeah, 'course i remember!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she feels guilty, with shifting eyes avoiding his features and twiddling fingers trying to keep busy:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎once, a good liar, at least to her mother, it seems that as years pass and her heart grows further, wider‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎loves harder‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎),‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her ability to slip fakes past her tongue.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎sorry, my mind must've been scattered, all over the place or whateva'.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎with a gentle inhale, she shakes her head, allowing herself to look back up with a warm and wide grin.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i miss it, all of us together.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was so much fun.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜

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rose was the type of child who would panic whenever her mom wasn't home at the time she said she would be. she'd text and call and try to get ahold of her mother, so worried she got in some accident.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄.    (  an updated collection of  lyric + action prompts originating from the works of grandson.  mature themes present: politics, violence, drug use, etc. feel free to adjust as desired.  )

money isn't always what it seems.

i love you, i'm trying.

it's more fun to be unaware.

one false move, you're a kennedy.

my ego follows me wherever i go.

aren't you fed up yet?

it isn't that much, but it's a good start.

i spent my last dollar on a motherfucking cab.

they lie about some greater good.

the drugs don't work anymore.

there's a cold wind blowing... i'm just warning & preparing you.

i've got a secret i need you to keep.

my heart keeps fucking up the motherfucking plan.

nobody really cared, so it never really mattered.

i wanna feel something, 'cause all that i got is nothing.

get down on the ground, don't even make a sound.

tell me what you're trying to hide.

i was try'na feel like a rockstar.

now presenting: a horror story or a happy ending.

i'm still trying to find my identity.

you don't have to hurt anymore, didn't you hear? the war's over.

i thought it would all be great when i got older.

how do you get in the mind-state to kill?

try to wash my hands, i'm never gonna get them clean.

i was living in the moment, searching for a little serotonin.

do you have enough love in your heart to get your hands dirty?

i became a version of myself i don't like.

you have been forewarned.

we are not alone ... can you keep a secret?

i just wanna fuck my hand up through the wall.

i trust my feelings & then i still get burned.

do you love your neighbor? is it in your nature?

i've been living on the run, now.

you don't wanna get that much closer.

guess that i'm stuck with this shit.

we might not make it 'til the morning.

they made up a reason behind closed doors.

is this what you wanted?

i'm just trying to get used to these changes.

i've got nothing to say.

if i speak too loud, then my voice might crack.

don't know how i'm gonna take much more.

how the hell is everybody on autopilot? they make it look so easy.

everybody knows somebody with something to hide.

look at how we've all grown up fast.

i never get to sleep at night.

i just wanna be optimistic.

beg me for forgiveness.

i never thought it'd come to this.

this isn't as fun as they claimed it'd be.

i got my bags packed & i'm ready to go.

i'm done playing games, so i'm going down in flames.

we made this bed, i guess that we lie in it.

everything's exhausting.

i'm pathetic, i know.

we both know i'm lying.

what's the point in fighting for a happy ever after?

self-sabotage is the only way to find clarity.

tell me, what's your life worth?

is there anybody out there that's paying attention?

i'll be back with the setting sun.

don't even hiccup, or i'm emptying a round.

it never really mattered, so it never really happened.

i gotta get out of this town somehow.

it's too late for me, i should've learned earlier.

just color in the lines, & you'll get it like they promised.

maybe someday all this will make sense.

if i could switch on a count of three, i would do it. but i'm stuck here with me.

took the shit to numb the pain, but it came with side effects.

step one, gotta find a way to get the fuck out of bed.

the bad's been slowly getting worse.

the people aren't happy.

i'm homesick, & i miss my mama.

i was getting high in the bathroom.

i'm watching everybody i grew up with move on.

how many last chances will i get?

shout into the void, & the void shouts back.

tried medication & therapy, it only seems to help temporarily.

i wish there was someone else i could be.

i think it's time for a change.

i'm sick of being underrated.

idle hands are the devil's best friend.

thinking about it, i get whiplash.

tell me, what's the point in living in a world so unforgiving?

i never meant to hurt nobody.

i'm sick of this pretend alternative.

if i had only one call, would you pick up?

what's a dead end to a dead man walking?

every day, every night, i would trade it in a heartbeat.

look me in my eyes, tell me everything's not fine.

everybody's fake & they won't quit talking.

i know i should face it, but i'm running.

i'm isolated & overstimulated at the same time.

i need a savior, but if not me, who?

the hole in my soul keeps wracking up debt.

my life's falling apart, but i love it.

maybe just ignore it, it'll go away.

i'm done playing games.

the day the youth might listen is the day the youth grows old.

speak now or hold your breath.

on the day that i lie still, i'll still have taxes & i'll still have bills.

tell me one damn thing i don't already know.

nobody from back in the day can get ahold of me now.

what's the point of living without you?

i don't like who i'm becoming.

beg me for mercy, admit you were toxic.

how much can i ask for before you walk out that door?

these thrills feel hollow. i'm so obsessed with success.

i think about it, & i get whiplash.

better step back from that open door.

i want it so bad, it takes all control of me.

i made a best friend out of the skeleton in the closet.

i don't know how to heal myself. shit, i don't even know if i'm still myself.

when you're gone i'm back to blue.

i don't know why i'm running away.

will this ever be enough?

the shot was loud & the flash so bright.

i just wanna be a rockstar with a million people following.

i always end up back up at the start.

give me a reason to believe you.

give me one reason i shouldn't go & end your life.

guess i gotta die to get my celebration.

i couldn't do nothing, i never saw it coming.

SCENARIOS / ACTIONS.

in a sudden outburst of anger, sender draws a weapon on receiver.

sender & receiver, strapped for cash, decide to commit a robbery.

during a struggle over a weapon, one muse is gravely injured.

our muses have an emotional fight stemming from jealousy.

sender shows up at receiver's house unannounced, looking haggard.

our muses slip away from a gathering to smoke a joint.

sender approaches a bedrotting receiver, begging them to get up.

sender comes back to enact revenge upon receiver.

our muses speed down the highway with flashing lights in the rearview mirror.

sender finds receiver dangerously wasted at a party.

sender is discovered by receiver in a state of extreme agitation.

sender intends to assassinate receiver, & enacts their plan.

receiver finds sender sitting at a rainy bus stop, alone.

one muse owes the other money, & they come to collect.

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Also btw activity will return here and @earthspin tomorrow :)

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After looking for a DVD version of this movie for 5+ years ….

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“I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words. I scatter them in time, and space. A message to lead myself here.”

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🥀.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎@negotions :‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎do you even hear yourself?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⋆·˚ ༘ *

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i'm sorry, do i hear myself?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her brows raise, chin juts forward, and for a moment she realizes she's reminiscent of how she saw her mother as a child‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎––‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎how she would raise her voice both to her and to defend her, when she did something wrong and when someone tried to push just a little too far to get more out of the girl who had those weird dreams‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her planets bad wolf.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎even though she can feel it, she won't conceal it, like a vice, like a right of passage, everyone slips into mirrors of their mothers at least once, at least once‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎was it not you who said you wanted me here in coruscant to help?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎this is me helping, this is me telling ya' what i'm seeing!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎now, her voice raises, and she won't back down, not until she's sure she's believed once more:

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i know him, in my visions when you first started bringing him to me, yeah?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i could see his time stretched out before me and it was‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was blurry, i told y'that.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎remember?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎volume turns to sternness, assuredness, as brown eyes turn a golden hue of confidence, and something in her chest seems to growl.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎all this is is heartbreak.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a gift, so her mother used to call it, now she is assured is a curse.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎and now it's‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i was dreaming, last night, and i could feel it, it was him, anakin, his life i was feeling and that blurry picture i couldn't make out?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎shoulders roll forward, and her eyes lock onto his, the one person she told herself she could trust, the one person she has tried to not hurt in the same way he has granted to her such kindness.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yet, she can feel it‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎not through the force, not through the golden beams that sit in her head, stretching through each person's sense of time‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎),‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the hurt she's about to cause, the confusion, and worse, the fear of abandonment that she's settling within herself, deep in her stomach.‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it burned.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i dunno what it means, i don't know what all this shit means most of the time but‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎––‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her hands flail up, a white flag, a sense of helplessness washing over her before she goes on,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i woke up screaming‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i'm worried for him.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a pause, her lips quiver but she bites down to keep that buried‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎––‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if abandonment is near, she will not go down like she has before.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i'm worried for you, for all of us.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜

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LAST NIGHT IN SOHO (2021) dir. Edgar Wright

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Illustration for Steiner’s Calendar of the Soul by Rita Ro

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why do you haunt your house?

🥀.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(to tell your story.)‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you're a desperate ghost.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the people in your home can't seem to hear you, but you need them to.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎so you grow louder, bolder, and more obvious.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but if they do notice, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎instead, they leave.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you can't move on to the afterlife until someone tells your story.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you just don't want to be forgotten.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎when you were alive, you were always running around, working, trying to earn everything‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎──‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎even if it was offered freely.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as a ghost, you only turn it up a notch.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you can't let your hard work go to waste.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if you're forgotten, it's like you were never here.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎like you never mattered.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i hope you remember that you do matter.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎that even if you can't save the world, you can help your little corner of it.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i hope you let yourself rest.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you deserve it.

tagged by.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎@n1cap <3 tagging.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎@drj0nes , @agentharkness , @be1indas , @negotions , @perceives , @ame1ias + whoever

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🥀.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎@msetra :‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i thought i made it very clear where i stand.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⋆·˚ ༘ *

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎oh, i know where y'stand‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎––‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i'm just choosin' to ignore it.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there's a mixture of frustration and confidence in her voice, something of genuine descent.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it doesn't take much for her to be defiant, in fact as a child it would only take someone saying something even slightly negative about her, her mom, her friends‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎––‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but there's an emboldened nature in her now, one granted by stars and years stuffed in her back pocket, ready to overflow.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎maybe it's confidence born of exhaustion, one that leads her to a level of not caring as she turns with a straight spine to the time lady before her.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎somewhere in her human form is a flickering and dwindling light of fear, one that shifts to indifference for her own safety‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a risk she's gotta take‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i need your help, whether y'wanna give it or not.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i need it, and i‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i find it hard to believe you'd actually leave the doctor behind, i just can't imagine it.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎so, yeah.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i know where y'stand, i am asking you to reconsider.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎telling, asking, how different really?