#These words for my exam tomorrow

[ynwa-chiesa]

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I DID IT

[you-know-i-get-itt]

neil josten really said “maybe the real game was the friends we made along the way” and then he also immediately responded to himself with “no i want my fucking championship trophy”

[expectiations]

Thinking of how "left me like a book on a shelf" is from River's POV and therefore does not mean it is the entirety of the story much like how "the Doctor does not and has never loved me" was uttered from a River who was grieving.

Like the Doctor could have spent a long time putting the TARDIS in stationary orbit around the Library. The Doctor could have puttered about with the Library from years before it was shut down to ensure that everything would go smoothly while doing his best not to change a single thing. And on days when it is too hard, he just stares at the Library from his perch on the TARDIS door. Waiting, hoping, thinking. Trying to find a way out for her. For them.

And he does!

He finds a hundred ways to get her out of the data core. But...something always goes wrong. It's somehow never good enough. She's back, but she's not entirely there.

So he scratches it out, slaps himself, and tries again.

And again.

And again.

But his plans always fail.

But they don't. Not really. His plans could work. Could have worked. His beloved Sexy would help him. She'd always help him when it comes to her Water. But he was too scared. Too frightened of failure. Because one single mistake. One. Single. Mistake. And she's gone. He can never get her back. Forever.

So he runs. And runs. And runs. Until centuries has gone by and companion come and gone. Until he met a younger, more alive version of her. And then they had Darillium. And oh the joys of wonderful joys, what a night that was.

But things end. Even for him. They had to part ways again. Had to say goodbye. So he tries again. Picks up what his previous self had shelved. He tries. Oh how he tries.

But still. That fear exists. Is it worth it? Can he finally accomplish what he'd started a literal lifetime ago?

(He doesn't.)

Off on another lifetime with a new body. He's a...she now? Oh and shorter! Wow. That's new! I wonder what Ri–

On the rare moments she allows herself to succumb to sleep she goes to their his her study. She takes a moment to take everything in. It's unrecognizable now – the study that once was theirs filled with warmth and laughter and-

Every single space was taken. Covered by plans of plans of plans spanning...two...lifetimes now. Sexy still kept it just as it was the last time he she had been in there.

Their His Her favorite throw was still where it was – on their his her favorite corner of their his her favorite couch.

Nothing had changed but everything had changed.

She curled up and buried her face hoping it would still smell of her (It did. They never knew how it worked but somehow her smell still lingered anyway. They thought they were hallucinating at first but other people had been able to smell it too. Sometimes they forget but Sexy also lost her too).

She was a he again. The same face they had four lifetimes ago. The same face who was the first to keep the memory of their meeting.

But wh- what? Why? How? Is this it? Is this the body that finally brings her back home? A fitting act really. He put her in there and so he'll also put her out of there.

But... she wasn't there. Nothing was there. Nothing but chunks of debris and ashes and smelted...somethings.

When he blinked his eyes open (when had he closed them?), Donna's worried face greeted him. He blinked again and blinked. Nothing changed. Everything has changed. He had waited for far too long. He had made her wait for far. too. long. He feared of failing her but now he actually has failed her.

Everything was bland now. Was it just him or is everything a bit...on the side of grey? Donna looks at him like he might break. (He won't. He's a Time Lord. Time Lords don't break.) Even Sylvia had taken to treating him a bit more kindly.

He goes off alone with Sexy. His return to the Noble-Temple (Temple-Noble) household becomes fewer and further in between. One day he finds himself in Venice. Wonderful Venice. His Pond and her Roman (who wasn't yet a Roman) had gone here. There were vampires. And running and –

River?

No silly. River wasn't there.

He blinked. And blinked again. Made sure the sky was blue and the clouds still fluffy white. But was that his leather jacket that just whizzed by past him? Wait. Hold on. That was... Was that? Oh no. It wasn't. It couldn't be. Did they? No. They couldn't have.

But of course, apparently they did. Because that was actually his leather jacket wearing self that just passed by him again(?) tugging along his very-much-not-dead wife along running from... Hold on. Why are they running? What- Who's shooting at her?!

[thejacketscloset]

Someone hold me.... (fanfic author was forced to write half the amount they write for fics for an essay)

[sickfreaksirkay]

studying latin is cool and useful and really interesting until you have to pull an all nighter to memorise roughly 70 chapters in latin of tacitus' most fundamentally dull historical writings

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[bottom-lexa]

Me thinking about Tarnished and the Werewolf au:

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

still thinking about that one time one of my friends' mother told me that at my age she would have killed herself except for the people who would have had to find her (and that she was glad she didn't). when she was telling me about how sometimes you do or don't do things for other people, not for yourself (this was as a response to my needing sutures for self harm that one time, in fact). and I. it should bother me, I know it should. but a non-zero part of me simply goes 'it would be fine if i did xyz and then told medical professionals so that it wouldn't be normal people finding me'. I don't care. I've freaking thrown up blood and not cared and kept going (clearly, I was fine, and that's only been like once... I think).

I think studying to become a nurse, especially the mental health subject, has desensitised me to a potentially dangerous degree. hm don't like that.

[mumintroll]

today i just have to write 500 words of my essay, partially edit my group podcast & finish my part of another group project which is DOABLE. if i get out of bed

[someonewhogotanaccount]

I have an oral exam tomorrow and I’m really scared so please pray for me.

[greetings-humans]

continuing the trend of me connecting medieval texts to bokuaka I give you this:

so in act 3 scene 5, in line 25, romeo went "How is't, my soul?" and in line 41, juliet said "Then, window, let day in, and let life out." (the point being romeo calls juliet his soul and juliet calls him her life)

and if I could have just a few moments of your time, just a few moments to propose bokuto as the soul and akaashi as the life-

bokuto koutarou being keiji's soul and akaashi keiji being koutarou's life.

that is all.

(okay so I lied it's not all)

bokuto is the soul because akaashi is the life, and akaashi is the life because bokuto is the soul.

bokuto is akaashi's soul, he is everything akaashi watches starry-eyed and with love, bokuto is the soul, he's goals and passions

and akaashi is bokuto's life, he is as important as every single breath bokuto has taken from the moment he was born, he's the entirety of bokuto's world

and what is life without soul and what is soul without life? what is life (experience, actions, trials) without soul (goals, beliefs, passions)? and what is soul (wants, beliefs, passions) without life (trials, experience, actions)?

let me say it again. what are goals and passions without acting to support them, without experiencing them, without going through trial after trial to realize them? what is experience and action without the driving force of a goal, a passion, a set of beliefs?

and of course, if you were to ask me, I'd say that life and soul meet in dreams realized and wishes coming true, so there's also that part.

[shrews-things]

I don't draw well enough for masterpieces but I do draw well enough to make hundreds of portraits of my love over the course of a lifetime and I think I can make peace with that

[walkman-cat]

i actually have to get the portfolio done today if it kills me and i will do it !!

[muirneach]

gasping and covered in blood. i only have one final project left

[creepycatboyz]

Something about us from Daft Punk just like crawled into my brain and gives me the silliest, but also the saddest ideas to draw an animatic to D: I dont have time right now brain!!!!!!!

tbh, it really fits htb alt!cesar, like

"I might not be the right one" referencing to him not being the real cesar, but he still has human!cesar's memories and ughhh

"I need you more than anything in my life" literally him when Mark took care of his wounds and held his hand and alt!cesar felt something and he wanted more of it, slowly discovering humanity due to mark. like wtffff

"I'll miss you more than anyone in my life" LITERALLY he needs mark to hold his hand so badly and he is the only person he will probably ever miss ngl, like he got shown SO LITTLE affection and it hooked him. He needs Mark, but he doesn't grasp the idea (yet, due to lack of feelings) that Mark doesn't see him as his best friend but a monster that stole his best friend from him and is practically wearing his face.

I am not okay about this song AT ALL.... :(

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Fuck u I shouldn't have to work on weekends vs Jesus christ I have so much to do. Fight.