#immortality isn't living forever it's everyone else dying

[qpjianghu]

Xie Lian is The Doctor you know it’s true!!!!

[comicaurora]

Nick Bostrom's "Fable of the Dragon Tyrant," which CGP Grey adapted into a video, left me feeling unsatisfied, and I got a certain unsettling vibe about the entire story.

I don't think it was the dragon's lack of agency, that just makes it an unusually traditional Western dragon.

You're a master at picking narratives apart to figure out why they don't satisfy. Do you have any insight, opinions, or cracktheories about why this story might be unsatisfying to some folks?

Probably because it's a very unsubtle metaphor casting the dragon as death, and death itself as a cruel, malevolent beast devouring and subjugating humanity for its own whims. This is very much intentional on the part of the writer. The paradigm of the story is that the dragon is huge, terrifying and incalculably cruel, and everyone lives their lives in the shadow of its terror or are just too deluded to recognize that it's COMING TO EAT THEM OH GOD

Intrinsic in this metaphorical structure is the idea that the dragon, aka death, is an artificial imposition on the natural order, and if we just got rid of the big ol' mean dragon, everybody would live forever and be fine. Accepting that the dragon exists is framed as a sign of desperation or even cowardice. This is an understandable read when facing a monster that only SEEMS timeless and inevitable (like LeGuin's thoughts comparing the current state of capitalism to the historical acceptance of the divine right of kings) but becomes bizarre when applied to something as legitimately factual as biological death. It's not even framed as unnatural death - the dragon specifically gets sent mostly old people. The metaphor is very explicitly about trying to frame death from old age as a big horrible dragon that everyone only thinks is unstoppable.

I get what they're going for here. The purpose of this story is to make the audience question if death is a true inevitability or if it can be fought, staved off, even defeated. But in the process, the story frames the systems of the world that have formed around death - doctors, pallative caregivers, will executors - as macabre gears in the machine dedicated to the genocidal cruelty of feeding the dragon.

In the dragon tyrant framing, these people only exist to make the rest of the world more okay with flinging themselves down the gullet of the dragon and to streamline the process by which everybody dies. By casting death as the enemy, everybody whose jobs are based on the compassionate act of comforting and aiding people suffering from loss become reframed as collaborators with the incalculably evil enemy, and everyone who's ever accepted their own death becomes a loser. This is a deeply cruel way to frame people who dedicate their lives to helping people through one of the hardest and most tragic aspects of life.

Damn, that's fucked up. Look at this eloquent idiot, explaining why we should be okay with letting a big dragon eat us because it's the natural order. Clearly he is wrong and it's not debasing at all to want to stay alive and not get eaten by a big dragon. This is a fallacy of false analogy: death is like being eaten by a big mean dragon. All his arguments look ridiculous when applied to getting eaten by a big mean dragon, therefore they must be ridiculous when applied to dying when your organs start failing because they've been running nonstop for nine decades and biological systems accumulate wear and tear like literally everything else in the universe.

Entropy increases; systems break down, from DNA to planetary orbits. Successfully shoot down the dragon and you'll end up outliving everything you thought was eternal, even the stars. The goal of immortality isn't really to personally witness the sun exploding, it's to have more good time. It's to make your twenties last into your sixties. It's to keep your back painless and your vision good for longer. We want to postpone the story's end as long as we can, and so we extrapolate "more time" into "I never want to die, I want to be young and healthy and hot forever" even though "forever" doesn't exist. To look to "forever" is to understand that your culture and language will drift, your home will eventually crumble out from under you, your shoreline will erode and change, your climate will transform, your tectonic plate will subduct or shatter, your moon's orbit will slow and tidally lock, and eventually your sun will start burning helium and cook your planet. You don't want "forever" to look like that, you want it to look like your twenties felt. But at that point you aren't fighting the Big Mean Dragon That Eats People, you're fighting the ocean and the biosphere and the earth and the stars, trying to hold them in place against entropy so your immortality can have an equally immortal world to enjoy it in. No, this argument doesn't want true immortality, it wants their twenties to last longer. But it can't admit that.

Back to the story. There's a condescending and spiteful tone in the narration. Death (being eaten by a big mean dragon) is OBVIOUSLY awful and we should all be fighting as hard as we can to make it stop happening. Even a child can see it.

The story even helpfully adds a lengthy moral explanation at the end, in case you didn't understand that the dragon was the inevitability of death and we should dedicate all our resources to figuring out how to make a big rocket and shoot it.

"Nobody should ever die" is generally understood to be a childish dream with extremely obvious and unpleasant consequences that would turn its realization into an unending and waking nightmare, and once out of the confines of easy metaphor, the story tries to act like that wasn't what it was just saying. But its more realistic proposed substitute, "It would be great if people could live longer and have more healthy, youthful years in them," is probably the world's most uncontroversial statement. This story frames it like a bold revelation that the world will attempt to beat down and crush out of a misguided acceptance that Big Mean Dragon comes for us all. It's a morality fable whose conclusion is "I hope science improves the length and quality of our lives, potentially even to the point where we never have to die at all," which has been the number one goal of huge swaths of science since the invention of agriculture. This is not a bold or controversial take. It's just being written as though we're all looking at the naked emperor and pretending he's wearing pants.

[thebunniesgrim]

I'm getting way too much enjoyment watching how some of Helluva Boss fandom is raving over the popular current theory that stolas is going to die in the series.  

Because of the Oops episode and how the skull and cross bones in the smoke clock landed on Stolas and other stuff  

I.e.  

Having imp assasins in LooLoo Land 

Stella  

Striker  

His lullaby saying that when he’s gone Octavia will be ok and that today could be his last (I could go on a whole tangent about that lullaby it's so good)  

Western Energy  (that's it)

I'm not saying I want stolas to die but am I also saying it would be funny to watch the fandom go up in flames about it?  

Well call me Phineas and Ferb because

Yes  

yes I am 

You can stop reading here if you want. Under the cut I'm just rambling justifying why I think what I think. there are some jokes and lighthearted critiques, but you know... you have the option to look and give your own opinions  :)

I mean I have my grievances with him like I've said in my other post (shameless plug Warning I'm very illiterate in case you haven't noticed) but like I don’t wish death upon him I still like Stolas believe it or not   

lol.

In fact I hope stolas doesn’t die and mostly I don’t think stolas is going to die at all frankly. I highly dout the writers/viv/whoever is going to actually kill off stolas mostly because like any time stolas is in danger its so underminded like- ok LooLoo land is mostly a joke (good joke too I like the end where Stolas turns the imp guy into stone good pay off), Stella played for laughs beacues shes making the hit right in front stolas and it doesn’t get paid off till the next season which is fine the seasons are short, Western Energy he was fine like an episode later.  

If home boy cant be hospitalized for more than one episode he isn't dying  

Granted I will allow some leeway as we don’t know how much time has passed since Western Energy to Oops but it- I don’t think stab wounds and broken arms heal that fast regardless of that :/ if I'm being honest especially if it was a holy weapon just saying.  

Even if he did die that brings up a lot of questions like what happens to demons when they die? Are all demons immortal and can only die due to physical damage? are Asmodeus and Beelzebub going to outlive Fizz and Vortex if imps and hellhounds/other demons aren't immortal. Were the 7 deathly sins ever babies like everyone else? If demons are immortal and can live forever and the Ars Goitias can only be killed by angelic weapons that are hard to get, I'm assuming, why do, they need to have children or heirs? Why even have children at all? If angelic weapons can kill demons do demonic weapons exist and can they kill angels or other holy beings?   

All this and more on You Can't Answer These Questions at 8 

Lol  

anyways

but in all seriousness 

Here’s the real question  

If they did actually kill Stolas, will they bring him back?  

Riddle me this batman  

there's a very the very real outcome of them bringing stolas back through some magical demonic bs anyway so like it really won't matter. They're not going to have Stolas bite the dust permanently and if they are... respect honestly (the balls frankly).  

People will cry, I'll laugh because I'm heartless, he’ll be like resurrected or something, and everyone will be happy or mad idk.    

Like it's one thing for Millie to get hurt in the other episodes because there wasn’t a major plot point you know? (and she’s not important) There was no lingering scene on it with sad music. In when stolas got hurt it was this big thing and for him to just be like fine an episode later is like what? How are you going to have this big emotional climax with no emotional orgasm (sorry) afterwards. And like no I'm not letting this go what the heck? You had the whole fandom screeching about Blizto going to sloth just to do nothing with it and put a twist about Barbie and then also have stolas be perfectly fine and dandy the next episode afterwards. Are there no stakes in this show? Like I get that Helluva Boss wasn’t planned in the beginning but like come on... When Viv approves of the episodes does she look back at the other episodes? Is she even there? Is she ok? Is she and everyone else seeing a bigger picture that I'm not? Has she sat down and watched Helluva Boss from the very beginning and watched them from episode one to now? I mean really not just a once over to send it off to youtube I mean really took a good and hard look at the episodes? The way they mix episodic, and story is really messing with me I'm going to go back and watch all the episodes from the beginning just to make sure it’s not me.

I like how I said in my tangent about Hell fire (shameless plug part 2) I said I liked the new episode over all give or take some extremally small nitpicks yet here I am complaining :) guess I'm a liar   

soo yeah, I really don’t think they're going kill off their golden child, their best boy, their little botanist boo, their dopamine deficient dandy, their booboo bear, their uwu baby boi, their uke wukey cinnamon roll, their twinky little baby owl, their Boo thang, their stary eyed savant, their sad beige gay, their smoopy woopy do, their snoogum-boogums, their skidamarink a dink a dink skidamarink a doo, their-  

ok 

I'm done  

I'm so sorry   

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Your posts about an older Bella who was in therapy and got over Edward made me think: do you think a mentally stable Bella would still want vampirism? Do you in generally think that someone who wants vampirism is mentally stable? Aro of course searched it out, but Aro is also truly an extraodinary person

I beleive anon's referring to this post.

Interesting question though. I think we'll do the latter first.

Do You Have to Be Mentally Unstable to Want Vampirism?

No.

It depends on what your priorities are.

The Twilight vampires are not the Buffy vampires. Yes, you subsist on a diet of bloodshed and murder and lose everything you have, but you do not lose your soul/your very self.

In the Buffy world, if you become a vampire, it's not you. It's a demon driving your body who has access to your memories and aspects of your personality, but it's not you. You, as a person, left the building ages ago.

This is why the only people we see in the series who want to become vampires are poorly informed (Lily/Anne and Spike if we count his very brief seduction and sudden turn into a vampire out of nowhere as being informed at all) or else dying of cancer and so terrified of death that they will lose their very selves so their husk of a body can go on.

In the Buffy world, you either have no idea what vampirism is or you're telling yourself it's not what it is, if you want to become a vampire.

In the Twilight world, that isn't the case.

From what we see of Bella, even with what Edward fears, she remains herself. Her priorities are still her priorities, in her case she can control herself, and she proceeds to get everything she ever wanted. It's not a demon driving Bella Swan's body around.

But, again, to choose to be a vampire depends on your priorities and how informed you truly are.

Taking out people who don't know what they're agreeing to or signing up for and putting in the caveat that they wouldn't be told "oh, you can be like this weird hippie coven and live off animals rather than people" we have someone who has to weigh the pros and cons of a few things.

They're going to have to eat a person a fortnight. They may live a life with no companionship, if they never join a coven and they never have the control to turn someone. If they do turn someone, they'll be tearing them from their lives and futures. They will lose their society. They will lose their employment, their education, their families, everything and everyone they had before. They will likely have to fight other vampires to secure territory and could very well be killed.

On the other hand, they'll be near invulnerable, beautiful, strong, fast. They'll never need to worry about shelter, money, bills of any kind ever again. If they find a companion, then that companion will be young, beautiful forever, never age. They'll have a perfect memory, great emotional highs, and potentially some supernatural ability.

I personally believe the cons outweigh the pros but there are people who I believe would be very tempted by not having to live in a society and being gifted with immortality and youth.

That doesn't necessarily make them mentally unwell or even myopic, it just means different priorities in life.

Would a Non-Depressed Bella Still Want Vampirism?

I believe she'd likely still be very tempted.

Bella may no longer be depressed, may have patched her self-esteem issues, but she is at heart a romantic.

If she's granted a beautiful, immortal, lover that she can spend the rest of eternity with, who lives in wealth and splendor and is like a prince in a fairy tale, and she herself would transcend humanity and become beautiful with him...

Even as an adult, I can see that being very hard for Bella to say no to.

She may spend more time justifying this decision to herself, grieving losing her parents versus assuming they won't even miss her, and seriously consider what it means to leave the human world behind (though this latter is her dependent on realizing that being a vampire in university and high school is different than being a human and what continually pretending to be a teenager who has no friends will do to her).

I just don't see her being into Edward specifically, as he'd be too young emotionally and physically by that point. Edward is described as having the face made for boybands, the idol of all tweens and some late teenagers. Adult women? Makes you feel kind of gross inside. Especially when Edward opens his mouth and says... the most seventeen things to ever seventeen.

Add onto that the alarming shit Edward says and a stable, non-depressed, Bella will likely say "no me gusta" to the red flags Edward flies with reckless abandon.

"I'll murder you in the woods and eat your corpse" sounds much less sexy when you're 25 versus when you're 17.

But vampirism presented by the right person? I imagine Bella would still be very tempted if not no holds barred interested.

[odbuoyjemmity]

Fic Masterlist

yeah i had this on my main but since i'm doing a sideblog now, it's going here

also: silverborn snippets (transcribed)

last updated: 12/4/24

Ongoing WIPs

child prodigy

Jupiter snatches baby Morrigan away from Great Wolfacre before Squall can get to her. He brings her to WunSoc. LAST UPDATED: 12/4/24

the trees deny themselves nothing that will make them grow

Morrigan's mother makes it to Nevermoor right before she gives birth. LAST UPDATED 11/3/24

Completed Multichapters

o mio padre (there's a ghost in my body)

After visiting the Wundrous Deity of Veil, Morrigan realises she's being haunted.

Mogtober 2023

Oneshots

an unpleasant surprise

Jupiter finds out about the apprenticeship

First Dance

Morrigan and Cadence at Marina and Roshni's wedding.

Oblivious Crushes

Morrigan has a crush. She's the only one who doesn't know.

strung out and spellbound

Five times Morrigan's head wasn't right around Cadence and one time Cadence's wasn't right around her.

if my engine works perfect on empty (i guess i'll drive)

Morrigan falls asleep at dinner one night and Jupiter finally realises that something is wrong.

burning wood

Morrigan tells the Kindling what has happened to the other Wundersmiths.

strange kind of prison

Morrigan talks to Ravi about gender. They figure some things out about themself.

danish and a latte

Five times Cadence bought Morrigan a coffee and a pastry in the morning, and one time Morrigan bought them for her.

don't want to fight the tide

Immortality isn't living forever. That's not what it feels like. Immortality is everyone else dying. - The Doctor Morrigan is immortal. No one else is.

feannag

Morrigan catches the hollowpox.

everyone in the room hates me but i did what i had to do

The Elders have a conversation with Jupiter and Nan. The Elders have an argument with Jupiter and Nan.

i sing sometimes to know i'm alive

Morrigan isn't coping.

canary in a coal mine

Five times someone at the Deucalion looked out for Morrigan, and one time she looked out for one of them.

how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!

Paximus Luck, Jack Korrapati and Fenestra wake up on a ship. They have no idea what's going on.

(the blood is) rare and sweet as cherry wine

What if the hollowpox hadn't left Sofia until a second later?

the feeling of being in motion again

Silverborn Countdown 2024: Nevermoor Cadence and Morrigan through the Trials

growing pains

Jupiter returns from a two month mission. Some things have changed at the Hotel Deucalion.

life is a race against the light

Morrigan goes to work with Squall after she graduates from being a senior scholar. A few years later, she comes back to Nevermoor because she has something important to tell them.

diversion

A tabloid suggests that the wundersmith might have a girlfriend. Morrigan and Cadence decide to have some fun and mess with them.

Choked

Cadence starts coughing up flowers. Morrigan has no idea why.

ghostly hours

Morrigan follows through on a promise.

matching

Morrigan and Cadence discover something.

actually she just left [SMASHED GLASS SOUND]

Unit 919 do their best to avoid Holliday Wu.

i told you all not to vote for me

With a new age comes a new council of Elders.

what you do when no-one is looking determines who you are

“What’s all this?” She could have kissed the ground in gratitude. Cadence was standing there. “What’s it to you?" “Well, given that I’m the Wundersmith’s bodyguard, and this is the Wundersmith’s servant… quite a bit actually. Run along.” Morrigan is a servant in the Wundersmith's mansion. Cadence is the her bodyguard, even though the Wundersmith has only shown one of the wundrous arts, and Morrigan has just started displaying two. Nevermoor x Rise of Kyoshi by FC Yee

at least it comes with dental

Squall's tailor needs a holiday.

homo sapiens corvo

Morrigan holds a dubiously desirable record as the wunimal with the most exposure to the hollowpox who's never caught it.

Cunk on Nevermoor

Philomena and her camera crew visit Nevermoor. She has some questions.

κατααιθοώ (to burn to ashes)

Silverborn Countdown 2024: Wundersmith Heloise, and Morrigan.

[hisuizorua]

i think a lot about how crazy it must be to find out you're immortal. i feel like usually when characters are immortal they're introduced as such or when they learn they now have immortality it's packaged with an obvious cause like vampirism. it's gotta be nuts to spend your whole life being just Some Guy, aware of your own mortality just like anyone else, but for some reason when everybody you know gets old and dies you just. don't. and you don't know why and you've spent your whole life being just as cautious as anyone else--why wouldn't you? how were you supposed to know you couldn't die?--and now you're here, suddenly staring out at forever. how long do you think it takes for a person to accept they're not just long-lived but immortal? do you think they get suspicious when they're noticing aging isn't doing quite the same thing to them as it does everyone else? maybe they're 100 years old and haven't slowed down since their 40s and the idea lives in the back of their head, it never leaves, but they're in denial. i think by 150 you gotta be confident, right? at that point you know you're not dying like everyone else, this life may as well be your "afterlife," so what do you do with it now? what's that look like?

[froggymarsh]

Please tell me about your gunpowder boys head cannons please please I want to know everything about the immortal sillies who have trauma

CLAPS AND CHEERS !!

Ok this might actually be more about the vigil and how everyone is connected to it more than gunpowder boys but i think it's cool so im gonna ramble here we go (discussions of character death. lots of references to dying below and i mean it. we're talking about the vigil)

Pixlriffs' existence is intertwined with the Vigil. it appeared on the day he was born and it will disappear the day he dies. It's what gives him his immortality- it's the reason pixandrians chose to leave the anthill and build their desert kingdom. the vigil is the heart of pixandria - it's pixlriffs' heart too.

He outlived his people a dozen times over. Everyone who was born after him died before him. He's lit so, so many candles.

The Vigil is what gives the emperors their immortality- the ability to be revived after death. Much like Pixl and the Vigil- a candle in their color appeared the day they were born, (or the day they appeared in the world, in Shrub's case), and it gave them the ability to be revived as many times as they needed.

Pixl doesn't know it- and neither does anyone else. It's a secret that lives and dies with the Vigil- it's a monument to the last rulers of each kingdom- the ones who are the very souls of their kingdom. it intwines them with everything they've built, and when their kingdoms finally fall, so do they.

it is pixl's job to care for the vigil. (it is pixl's job to care for the emperors)

He doesn't know of any other immortals. He doesn't know of any gods, no one else can see the future as he can. he's alone.

and then Fwhip comes along

Fwhip:

was a vampire from birth. he ages differently from humans, as does pixl. he outlives everyone in his kingdom a dozen times over, except for his mother.

his candles are red. his were the first to appear, after pixl's. the color of blood, of a vampire's eyes. Pixl doesn't know what the candle means, didn't know that there would be others

and then he meets him, and they get on like a house on fire

I think they were friends as kids. Kids who talked about living forever, because Vampires tend to live for a very, very long time. kids who fantasized about living forever, what that meant for their friendship, when they'd be old and gray together, old as their grandpas, old as the sun, old as all the grains of sand in the desert.

Pixl was supposed to die a long time ago. He hasn't yet. Neither of them know why, and neither of them really get the chance to find out before their world is gone.

i want them to be like. idk. mirrors to each other ? maybe foils ? idk the right word but Fwhip is armed with the knowledge that he's going to live for a very, VERY long time, (because he's a vampire), and Pixlriffs...isn't. Pixl had no idea he'd live this long, no idea he'd outlive everyone he cares about. it's a miracle he has Fwhip or he'd lose his mind.

[hollowwhisperings]

Feanor the Lapsed Catholic

(forewarning: i was not raised catholic nor am i at all religious. i am an outsider working from cue cards and tinfoil.)

so. Feanor is an effed up elf. he was born exceptional: his birth had somehow killed his immortal mother in what the elves had been promised was [heaven].

so feanor is an unprecedented existence, amongst his peers, the subject of death being some distant history belonging to The Ages of Old. he was BORN an existential crisis.

then his dad gets remarried. except. the valar had made much ado on the spiritual union of marriage, on monogamy and Forever (because elves are, allegedly, immortal). so what does it mean for Miriel, that her soul's promised partner is now joined to another?

i forget whether miriel was consulted on the matter &, regardless of any permission or support from her... FEANOR feels Betrayed and Existential about it all.

but, at least, the greatest promise the valar had offered to the elves who migrated was Light. holy light. eternal light. beautiful light.

except, uh, there's been a Kerfuffle and ONLY YOU, feanor the mere elf, can turn the generators back on! we just need to break your life's work, the symbol of your remaining faith in and love for the valar (& valinor) to do it! btw, we are Demanding, not Asking.

Feanor is entirely disillusioned and his father getting MURDERED (in [heaven]! HOW) tips him right off the ledge of "eff this, you're lying liars who lie" to "you never meant your promises, you could never protect us, you would use us and see us die for your failings". since Feanor is a Living Existential Crisis, he was already questionably sane & no one had precedent to aid him. his only recourse was his own efforts, his own children, his own followers.

this is Not Helpful, it turns out, in a high stress situation without precedent where elves are freaking out and running blind. it is the End of Days, seemingly. anyone whp stands between Feanor's quest to return Light to their world, to seek justice from Melkor, to leave this false promise land for The Elves' True Home?

they must be traitors who remain loyal to those false friends, the valar, the valar who are, to feanor's mind, equal to Melkor in their treachery - all valar are the same to him, by this breaking point. feanor has found the valar equally false and equally treacherous: they killed his mother through negligence, killed his father outright, would kill Feanor and every elf too, probably (Feanor is Disillusioned, Furious and Very Traumatised about Death)!

so Feanor kills and rallies his followers to kill too. everyone ie emotionally, existentially compromised. no one can see past their terror, their outrage, the sudden darkness - it is easier to kill when your "enemy" is facelss, when you are still harbouring some belief that Death Isn't Real in Valinor (other than the eldest elves & the house of Finwe, "dying" is too alien an idea for these elves to truly understand what they are doing &, after these first justifications of violence... later ones become excusable, mayhaps even logical (the deaths at Alqualonde could be made "meaningless" if the True Purpose is abandoned now for fear of further kinslaying, etc).

i find Feanor FASCINATING. he has no rolemodels, no guidance, no one to hold him avcountable. he is a genius working entirely on impulse and outrage and TERROR.

feanor's life could have been a lot less horrible for everyone else if Valinor had Hobbits. i wonder whether Bilbo, Frodo & Sam inspired the elves of Valinor to petition for Therapy Hobbits? i imagine Nienna would be on board with such a scheme.

Or, at the very least, DWARVEN therapy. Legolas, i imagine, would have drafted his first petitions on Dwarven Visitation Right as soon as he first took [boat-building] lessons.

It is a great tragedy that Feanor died before meeting any dwarves. He would fit right in, provided there were high enough ceilings. Dwarves have spent their entire existence as sentient beings being Existential. They have it ingrained within their society. They know death and they know divine disappointment. Yet they know faith and forgiveness too.

But the faith of dwarves goes beyond the knowings of my tinfoil: outsider from religion that i am, the methods of healing from crises of faith or of changing one's means of keeping faith are questions i've never had personal need to address.

i still suspect that the cursed souls of Feanor & (some of) his sons would find healing easier/actually feasible in the Halls of Aule rather than those of Mandos. but that is a fanfic i've not the time to patchwork together.

[kagrenacs]

i've been thinking about the idea of lesser daedra also being inherently bound to abstract concepts like the princes are to their spheres. this is pretty simple and might even be kind of intended with some of the "species" (like hungers and seekers) but i was considering just extending it to all daedra since then there'd be some justification to the whole "sacrificing part of yourself to make mundus" - they'd be forsaking their own immortality to be freed from being limited by (1/3)

specific concepts. without that i just feel like there is no real justification to being a human instead of say, a dremora? since canon dremoras are just like normal guys but fully immortal and with no real disavantages if compared to humans beyond being usually generic enemy npcs (lol). kinda similar to that pathfinder demon queen that wanted to become a (non-demonic) god specifically so she wouldn't be limited to the whole "always chaotic evil" thing but in a general sense yk. (2/3)

also ties in with the "daedra cant create, only replicate" lore that i honestly think was discarded? but was also cool since idk there SHOULD be some sort of reason for the whole aedric sacrifice for mundus to make sense? if daedra have everything that mortals have plus full immortality then idk what lorkhan and other aedric spirits were trying to achieve beyond just. dying lol. what do you think (3/3)

now that i've sent those asks i've realized that i haven't properly illustrated what that'd look like but it'd be kinda like how some dnd outsiders are like representations of alignments and such? like how a demon is a representation of chaotic evil and couldn't really even attempt to be anything else since they ARE that concept. a daedric seeker would BE the seeking of knowledge itself and couldn't possibly have some sort of existence that isn't defined by that. a hunger IS hunger etc. (1/2)

and like yeah unlike daedra mortals live and die quickly and once we die thats it etc but we aren't really limited in that sort of way (kind of? since TES kinda has some sort of pre-defined fate for everyone but "prisoners" but im willing to ignore that since i dont care). this would be some sort of justification for just throwing eternity itself away to become a mortal in mundus. the freedom for self definition and the possibility of change. it'd be cool (2/2)

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Formatting my answer down here to make things clearer to read. I've been thinking about this topic recently too! I'm happy to announce the 'Daedra can't create only replicate' plays a somewhat large part in ESO, so it's definitely on dev's minds. Lower Daedra (the talking ones at least) seem to experience time at the same-ish relative velocity as mortals, so their perception of time is comparable to ours. With that, my rationalization of Lorkhan's Endeavour comes as something like this:

Imagine living forever. You have endless time to do anything you want. Similarly, everyone around you is immortal. Even with diversifying your experiences, eventually, everything is going to become repetitive and dull. Infinite time, finite experiences available to you. Relationships are lackluster, there’s no biological urge, eventually you’ll likely drift apart. The Dremora have clans, but it’s based on following ideals like glory and war. With no sense of an ‘end’ many experiences won’t carry the weight they would have to us. There’s no perceived sense of significance within this time span. Anything you work towards, to your time frame, you’ll watch crumble in an instant, over and over.

How you view this depends on the type of person you are. If you live in the moment and spontaneously, or you greatly fear death and the destruction of your ego, you’re daedric. If you’re a dreamer and lay out future plans, or have a strong sense of doing things to pass something on to the next generation, you may not find this fulfilling enough, and you hear Lorkhan out. I think your thoughts on sphere also really play a role in this, there isn’t much wiggle room to choose to define yourself, or create anything beyond yourself within a box. Ultimately I think that was his plan, end this sort of unchanging hierarchical stasis everyone had locked themselves into, and create things that could create things.

[mercuryislove]

Happy Friday Lynn! I am here with my little grocery list of questions :)

12 for Sonam

14 for Anwei

19 for Azetahn

20 for Josef

29 for Yixing

happy friday but also saturday and sunday since once again I'm slow as hell to respond (I don't have a good excuse ._. i just wanted to sleep all day today)

12. How does your oc handle talking to somebody they can't stand? What if it's a situation where they're forced to work with this person?

Sonam has an excellent “customer service” voice/personality and can trick people into thinking she's on friendly terms with them when she secretly hates their guts. Like making excellent conversation and smiling to their faces but clenching her fist behind her back the whole time. She learned to put on a pleasant face because, well, she has to work with a lot of stupid people and knows that being a dick won't get you hired again. BUT she does like to give people the benefit of the doubt because she too was once an idiot that had no clue how to show up on time, negotiate a contract, read a fucking map, etc etc etc. Being with Yixing for so long rubbed off on her though because as the years go by, her patience gets worse and worse to the point that she gives up the fake kindness and will tell someone to their face that she doesn't have time for their stupidity. She has a hard time making friends as she gets older lol

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14. If your oc spent one day free from any consequences or recognition for their actions, how would they act?

Um, Anwei would just want to be left alone for a day. Like interact with Nobody. She is always busy and people always ask her for shit and she just wants to like. sleep late and eat a fucking cheeseburger or something without anyone interrupting her. She's kind of boring. Having shit to do 24/7 makes a girl want to lay in the sun far away from everyone else on earth. Maybe go see a show. Some live music or something? But that would require interacting with people and she does enough of that every day, so maybe not. Let her be alone in the middle of nowhere and she'll be happy enough.

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19. How would an enemy describe this oc?

They wouldn't have the chance to describe him because unfortunately they would be dead. But if they actually had the time to describe Azetahn, they would call him a brat and a daddy's boy. A cry baby. A tattle tale. “Daddy, daddy, these people looked at me the wrong way. I need you to punish them.” He has that vibe. He always gets what he wants and it has spoiled him beyond belief. But that doesn't mean he's a weak little shrimp. He's a notorious sadist (and coincidentally one of like three people that thinks adrenaline makes blood taste better), so people try to stay on his good side since it means either dealing with the Sovereign or dealing with the Sovereign's fucked up little son who was never taught not to play with his food.

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20. What's a superpower or magical ability this oc would hate having?

Immortality lol. Josef is a simple man and the thought of never dying is really unpleasant to him. Partially because he thinks it would be boring to live forever (he isn't even that old and feels like he's seen Enough of the world), but mostly because he can't imagine how lonely the neverending passage of time must feel.

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29. What's your least favorite thing about this oc?

You know that one guy at a party that is unbelievably depressed and wants everyone to know it through the self-deprecating jokes they make? Yixing is that guy. It's like “haha we get it you're miserable but can you socialize like a normal person without trying to bring up your daddy issues to the rest of us who are trying to have a good time????”

Honorable mention to him hating conflict so much that he just fucking uhhhh LEAVES when things get too tough. Packs a bag and moves across the continent to avoid having a difficult conversation. This will come back to bite him on the ass more than once.

[legends-of-time]

Thorn Bush (Doctor Who Story)

Chapter 44: Idiot's Lantern

Masterlist

New York, 1951

Kathy tries to blink the sleep away as she looks around the room in confusion, trying to work out where the beeping is coming from. A small groan of annoyance comes from her side and she looks down to see five-year-old Anthony Pond still snuggled up next to her as well as a book open on her lap. 

Oh yes, she remembers now. Rory and Amy had wanted a night out with just the two of them as Kathy's in New York visiting so Kathy's babysitting their son for them. Anthony had insisted it was childish to be read a bedtime story in bed so Kathy had offered the compromise of sitting on the settee instead.

She gently eases herself away from the boy, placing him horizontally on the settee while she investigates the noise. It's a call coming through on her scanner. The machine's still going and is multi-purpose now, especially with the help of River dropping off different parts so that Kathy can update it and provide maintenance. 

"Hello?" 

"Kathy?" It's Vastra. She lets out a quiet sob and Kathy knows what this is, she's been waiting for it. Jenny's not been well for a while and getting older to do it must be— "She's gone." 

Kathy's hearts shatter at her words. Of the original Paternoster Gang, Jenny, Kathy and Vastra were the only ones left after Stax's passing and now it's only Kathy and Vastra and while the Silurian has a longer life span than humans, she too will one day go. 

Kathy looks over her shoulder to see little Anthony sleeping still. To think that he will be gone from her life in a flash too. At least with his parents, after they're gone, she'll still see younger versions of them but for how long will that be? The same with all the other companions of the Doctor. 

The Doctor was right. Immortality isn't living forever, it's everyone else dying.

——

London, 1953

Rose Tyler in her pink poodle skirt and Jean jacket thanks the woman with the pushchair and heads back down the road she had just come up. Thank god it is the beginning of summer, and not raining otherwise she'd be soaked by now. 

She and the Doctor were heading for 1950s New York but instead ended up in London. It wasn't long before they realised something was going wrong but in the midst of it all, he'd run off, taking the moped to give chase to the police car from the Connolly's house before she could stop him. Rose was left behind in the Connolly house with the panicking Tommy and Rita on the grandmother's kidnapping. While Eddie seemed rather pleased and relieved by the police finally taking the Gran away. 

She'd decided to do her own investigation after she spotted a weird sort of red electricity coming out of the telly in the Connolly's lounge and going up the Ariel before disappearing. She couldn't help but wonder if the company that provided, Magpie's Electrics, has something to do with taking people's faces. Rose thinks both Kathy and the Doctor would be rather proud of her for doing her own deducing.

Rose turns the corner and sees the sign for the television shop she was heading for when a voice speaks up behind her, "'Magpie's Electricals'." 

Rose spins round to see Kathy who's dressed in a dark red skirt, similar to Rose's, but with black polka dots on it. Her shirt is also dark red with short sleeves with a string of pearls and matching earrings and her hair is curled and put up in an elegant bun with a black, netted, hat on top of her head. She also has red lipstick, black high heels, black lace gloves, and black stockings. 

Her friend looks away from the shop's sign and grins at the blonde before continuing, "AKA, the man who seemed determined that everyone have one of his TV's, even if it meant taking a massive loss."

Rose beams, unfazed by her friend's sudden appearance and wealth of prior knowledge. It's just common practice now. "You would know that, wouldn't you?"

Kathy shrugs with false innocence. "Spoilers." 

"Well, come on, then." Rose chirps brightly, offering out her arm for Kathy to link hers with. Instead, Kathy halts her by grabbing the girl's arm. 

"Wait, Rose," Kathy says, pulling the girl back. She digs through her pockets, pulling out her sonic screwdriver, silver with metal claws and a red light on the end. She places it carefully into Rose's hands. "Take this." 

"What for?" Rose asks curiously, holding up the tool in question.

"You're going to need it." Kathy stares at the shop, seemingly running through the options in her head. Weighing up the pros and cons. "Once we're inside, the door is going to be locked by Magpie. Then something will attack us." 

Rose gives both the Time Lord/Human/Apalapucian next to her (she wishes there was a shorter name to describe what Kathy is) and the shop an anxious expression. "Should we wait for the Doctor, then?"

"No. There's no time. He's busy with his own problems right now." Kathy turns to Rose, staring steadily at the companion. Rose looks back wide eyed, ready to listen. "You have to listen to me. The thing inside, it's going to try to attack us both, but it's only going to get one of us. I want you to run when I tell you to. Run to the door, use the sonic to open it, and then find the Doctor. Go back to the vegetable stand where the police car vanished. Demand to see the Doctor. They'll let you in." 

"What?" Rose blinks in bewilderment, frowning at the instructions. "I'm not leaving you behind to get hurt. If we're going in, we're sticking together." 

"No. You're doing as I told you." Kathy grips Rose's shoulder firmly, looking stern. "You have to do this, Rose." 

Rose frowned heavily at her. It's not like Kathy to be so worried about her safety, no more than usual anyway. "You alright?" 

It's Kathy's turn to frown. "'Course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" 

"You just seem off." Rose observes. "Is it the TV knowledge? What's happening?"

Kathy shakes her head. "Don't worry, it'll be alright. I just don't want you to get hurt." To worry Rose even more, Kathy grips her shoulder more tightly. "All the hints I can tell you is that you're needed for something else. You need to use my sonic for an event later." 

Rose blinks slightly. "What do you mean?" 

"Just remember," Kathy takes the device, holding it up to Rose's face, "this tool, when wielded well, can become your greatest weapon. Especially against electricity." She winks, handing the sonic back to Rose. "Just run when I say and use the screwdriver to unlock the door."

Kathy then spins around and walks swiftly to the front door of the shop, going inside. Rose follows closely behind. The door jiggles a bell, letting Magpie know the two females are here as it closes behind them. He seems to be working on something. A small device of sorts. But he quickly puts it away upon their wandering gazes. 

"Oh, I-I'm sorry, ladies. I'm afraid you're too late." He tells them politely, though looking rather nervous and his toe sounding rather urgent. "I was just about to lock the door." 

"Yeah? Well, we want to buy a telly." Rose says to him steely. She makes sure to keep close to Kathy. She is not willing to allow her friend to jump into danger like she normally dies. Rose will make sure she herself is the one hurt this time. Not Kathy.

"Come back tomorrow. Please." Magpie tells them, seeming to be jittery by having them there in the shop. 

"You'll be closed, won't you?" Rose asks, looking puzzled by his words. 

"What?" He questions, blinking in bewilderment as to what the girl means.

"The coronation is tomorrow." Kathy reminds him, gazing carefully at the man. "You'll be closed up along with all the other shops, yes?"

"Yes, yes, of course. The big day." Magpie replies, distracted. "I'm sure you'll find somewhere to watch it. Please go." 

They both walk up together to his counter, leaning on it to stare at him. 

"Seems to me half of London's got a television, since you're practically giving them away." Rose comments conversationally. 

"I have my reasons." Magpie responds, looking down at the counter. 

Rose narrows her eyes, suspicious.

"Not good ones, I'm afraid." Kathy notes, staring steadily at the man. She watches as he stares up anxious at her. "Magpie, she's not going to let you go if you do this. She's just using you. She'll never let the suffering stop. She'll only let it kill you in the end." He looks startled by her words. Truly frightened by the foreboding of them. 

Suddenly a telly behind them can be heard giving off feedback with a high-pitched ringing and static. A female appears on screen, staring darkly at them.

"Hungry." She calls out, looking as though she were starving. "Hungry." 

"What's that?" Rose asks, staring at the screen. 

"It's just a television one of these modern programmes." Magpie dismisses, hurriedly going around the shop's counter and over to the door. "Now, I really do think you both should leave... right now." 

"Not until you've answered our questions." Rose states firmly, turning around from the counter to face Magpie. "How come's your televisions are so cheap?" 

"It's my patriotic duty." He responds, brightening. "Seems only right that as many folks as possible get to watch the coronation. We may be losing the Empire but we can still be proud. Twenty million people they reckon'll be watching. Imagine that. And twenty million people can't be wrong, eh? So why don't you get yourself back home and get up, bright and early, for the big day." He tries to wave them out, opening the door for them. 

"Magpie, we all know this has nothing to do with the coronation." Kathy responds evenly, turning around to face the man as well. "You've been selling tellies for another reason entirely, and it is for no good intentions whatsoever." She then turns to the screen, glaring at the woman on the telly. "Isn't that right, Wire?" 

"Oh, what a clever woman." The Wire retorts wickedly. 

"Oh, my god. Is she talking to you?" Rose asks, looking alarmed at the woman on the screen actually responding to Kathy. She sees Magpie slowly locking the door and it sets her on edge even more. 

"Yes, I'm talking to both of you, little one." The Wire says smartly back. "Unreasonably chilly for the time of year, don't you think?" 

"What are you?" Rose asks, getting closer to the screen. Kathy holds out an arm, pushing Rose back away from the screen. 

"I'm the Wire." The woman speaks from the telly. "And I am huuuungry!" 

Kathy throws Rose aside before the electrical tendrils can get the girl. The electrical tendrils from the telly grab onto Kathy's head instead, pulling all her brain's mental signals and energy out of her, grabbing her face along with them. 

"Run, Rose!" Kathy manages to scream before she loses her mind fully. 

"Kathy!" Rose cries out in alarm from the ground where she had fallen, watching in horror at the sight of her friend's face being pulled away from her body. 

"Run!" Kathy screams as more electrical tendrils start to come from the telly, searching for another food source. 

Rose jumps up in alarm as the tendrils begin to weave towards her, searching. She runs to the door, pushing Magpie out of her way before the tendrils can reach her. Magpie doesn't fight at all. Merely leans against the wall and looking stricken. Rose aims the sonic at the door and manages to unlock it. She rushes outside in the cold night air, leaving her friend's screams behind her. 

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Inside an office, Detective Inspector Bishop and the Doctor stand before a map of London in the corner, criss-crossed by coloured pins and string. The Inspector's is littered with pictures of the people whose faces have been stolen while the map indicates where they had been found.

The Doctor studies it carefully, wearing his glasses as the Inspector explains what's been happening. 

"We started finding them about a month ago." The Inspector explains. "Persons left sans visage. Heads just... blank." 

"Is there any sort of pattern?" The Doctor asks, walking over to the desk and picking up a file, a picture of a woman without a face on top of it. He flips through the paperwork but finds nothing of interest. 

"Yes, spreading out from North London. All over the City. Men, women, kids, grannies. Only real lead is there's been quite a large number in—" 

"Florizel Street." The Doctor interrupts, recalling the house he and Rose had been in earlier that day. He hoped Rose had headed back to the TARDIS, when he was done here he'd go find her. 

The Inspector looks over at the man, surprised then there's a knock on the door. 

"Excuse me, sir. There's a girl out here demanding to see the Doctor." The man tells them. "She's raving on about her friend in trouble or something." 

"Let her in." The Inspector instructs. 

The officer opens the door more, allowing a frantic Rose to burst into the room. Tears stream down her face and she rushes over to the Doctor, who looks at her in shock due to the state the girl is in, hugging him. 

"Doctor, I'm so sorry." Rose cries. 

The Doctor pulls away, gripping onto her shoulders. "What is it? What's wrong?" He asks briskly. 

Another knock comes at the door. The same officer from before sticks his head into the room once more. "Found another one, sir." He declares as he leads in a figure covered in a grey blanket that hung to their knees, a red skirt peeking out underneath over black stockings and black high heels shuffling beside him. 

"Oh, er, good man, Crabtree. Here we are, Doctor..." The Doctor lets go of Rose and walks over, apprehensive of the person underneath. The grandmother on Florizel Street hadn't been dangerous, but that doesn't mean that they can't become dangerous. "Take a good look. See what you can deduce." 

Crabtree pulls the blanket off the person's head, revealing light brown hair the Doctor recognises instantly. His eyes widen in surprise and horror as he stares at Kathy, without a face. Of all the things he had expected, it hadn't been her. 

"Kathy?" He exclaims. She stands before him, facing him with blank features. She no longer holds the light blue eyes that he's become familiar with. Everything is completely wiped clean. Only her skin is left covering the area where her features had been, with her light brown hair hanging around the blank skin. 

"You know her?" The Inspector asks from behind him. 

"Know her? She's..." His voice breaks off, staring at his friend in disbelief. 

"I recognise her, Detective Inspector. Been snooping around and making a fuss." Crabtree says. His words sound faint, the underwater kind of sound. "They found her in the street, apparently, down by Damascus Road." 

The Inspector's reply fades into the background as the Doctor moves a trembling hand towards Kathy's blank face. He gently brushes a lock of hair out of her blank face. Fury boils up within him. He grits his teeth, glaring darkly. 

He glances over to Rose, sees her tear-stained cheeks and the sheer horror on her face and he knows he needs to calm down otherwise he'll begin yelling at her. Something for which she doesn't deserve. She cares for Kathy just as much as he does. He knows that. 

"Are you all right?" He asks her kindly. 

"Yeah." Rose answers, nodding and wiping away her tears. 

"What happened?" The Doctor questions. 

"We went to Magpie's to investigate." Rose explains. "She... she warned me beforehand that something was going to attack us. But I didn't think... I didn't think it would be that." 

"What was it?" The Doctor asks her, feeling more urgent in finding out how to save Kathy. 

"It called itself 'The Wire.' It lives inside the telly. It looked like a woman, but I'm not sure if it even was." Rose lowers her head shamefully and stares sadly at the ground. "I'm sorry, Doctor. I should have known better. She always does that. Pushing me out of the way. It should have been me. I should have—" 

"No. Don't blame yourself, Rose." The Doctor insists sternly. "Kathy would never want you to get hurt. We both know that." He looks back to Kathy, fixing on one detail he'd heard the officers saying behind him earlier, discussing where they had found Kathy. But he had not caught exactly what had been said. "Where did you find her?" 

"Just... in the street." The Inspector answers. 

The ice-cold anger builds up again. The Doctor grits his teeth tightly. "In the street." He repeats darkly, finding those words disgusting, finding the very idea of someone doing that to Kathy infuriating. His hands tighten into fists as he gazes at the blank face of Kathy. "They left her in the street. They took her face and just chucked her out and left her in the street. And as a result, that makes things... simple. Very, very simple. D'you know why?" He whips around, looking to the Detective Inspector. 

"No..." The Inspector responds now looking nervous, almost scared but the Doctor doesn't find it in him to care. 

"Because now, Detective Inspector Bishop, there is no power on this Earth that can stop me!" The Doctor snarls loudly. He turns, briefly squeezing Kathy's shoulder in reassurance to the woman, before walking swiftly passed her. "Come on!"

——

The Doctor marches through the early morning streets with the Inspector and Rose following behind. It is hard for them to keep up with the fast pace the Doctor is travelling. He has his long legs to give him the extra boost in hurrying through the neighbourhood. He reaches the Connolly house in no time. The Inspector and Rose come up behind him as he starts to ring the doorbell rapidly. Tommy is the one to answer this time. 

"Tommy, talk to me." The Doctor says to the boy, his voice sounding so deadly earnest that it unnerves Rose slightly. "I need to know exactly what happened inside your house." 

Tommy glances over his shoulder and then steps outside, closing the door behind him. But Eddie opens it back up harshly, glaring at the Doctor. "What the blazes do you think you're doing?" He growls lowly at his son.

"I want to help, dad." Tommy replies. 

The Doctor stares bitterly at the man. Rose glares along with him. "Mr. Connolly." The former bites out as a warning. 

Eddie steps into his face. "Shut your face, you, whoever you are." The man spits at him. "We can handle this ourselves!" Eddie turns back around to his son, getting into the boy's face now. "Listen, you little twerp. You're hardly out of the bloomin' cradle, so I don't expect you to understand, but I've got a position to maintain! People 'round here respect me. It matters what people think!" 

Tommy stares at the man for a moment, looking at him in question then the boy seems to realise something, his eyes lighting up when he sees the truth standing in front of him. "Is that why you did it, dad?" He asks. 

Eddie moves away slightly, looking shocked by the boy's question. "What d'you mean, did what?" 

"You ratted on Gran." Tommy says angrily. "How else would the police know where to look? Unless some coward told them." 

"How dare you!" Eddie snarls at him, getting up into the boy's face again. "You think I fought a war just so a mouthy little scum like you could call me a coward?!" 

Tommy shakes his head, narrowing his eyes. "You don't get it, do you? You fought against fascism, remember? People telling you how to live, who you could be friends with, who you could fall in love with, who could live, and who had to die. Don't you get it? You were fighting so that little twerps like me could do what we want, say what we want. Now you've become just like them. You've been informing on everyone, haven't you? Even Gran. All to protect your precious reputation." 

"Eddie, is that true?" Rita asks, emerging at the doorway to the scene standing outside. She stares at her husband horrified. 

Eddie looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "I did it for us, Rita." He explains. "She was filthy! A filthy, disgusting thing!" 

"She's my mother." Rita retorts in disbelief. "All the others... you informed on all the people in our street, our friends." 

"I had to." Eddie counters, faltering. He stares around, looking at anyone as if they might defend what he did. He only receives hard stares. He looks back at Rita. "I-I did the right thing." 

"The right thing for us or for you, Eddie?" Eddie looks down, shamefaced at her words. Rita turns her attention to her son. "You go, Tommy. Go with the Doctor and do some good. Get away from this house. It's poison." She glares back at her husband. "We had a ruddy monster under our roof, all right, but it weren't my mother!" Rita slams the door in Eddie's face. 

"Tommy?" Rose calls gently, holding her hand out towards the boy in encouragement. He takes a last look at his father, banging on the door to get his wife to let him back inside, then takes the offered hand. 

——

The foursome head down the street, going past the long tables in the streets and people running about happily, getting ready for a street party after the coronation of the Queen. Rose still holding Tommy's hand, who is staring at her as the people around them set up for the impending street party. 

"Tommy tell me about that night. The night she changed." The Doctor asks, sympathetic but urgent. 

"She was just watching the telly." Tommy answers. 

The Doctor slows down as he spins in a circle, looking up at all the of the TV aerials on Florizel Street. 

"That's what that energy came out of." Rose says. "There was this woman who talked to us, then she tried to get me, but Kathy pushed me out of the way." 

"You said it." The Doctor breathes in realisation. "You guessed it straight away." He grins at her, Rose smiling widely back. "Of course you did. All these aerials in one little street. How come?" 

"There's a shop up the road, Magpie. He's selling them off really cheap. She replies. 

Tommy nods in agreement. "That's where we got ours from. Gran was always watching it."

"Is he now?" The Inspector remarks. 

"Come on!" The Doctor cries and he races off, the others following.

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The Doctor busts the window of the front door as soon with his elbow as they arrive at Magpie's shop. Not even bothering to use the sonic screwdriver. There are a few more things he would like to smash, but he knows he needs to keep his head level if he wants to save Kathy. 

The Doctor goes up to the counter, and slams his hand repeatedly on the bell, shouting angrily for Magpie. But clearly, the man is elsewhere. 

The Doctor then goes around to the back of the counter. Urgently, he rifles through drawers and papers. Instantly he found something severely wrong. Something that should not be anywhere near the era. A portable telly. Small, brown, and, after giving it a lick, he can tell it is made of iron and Bakelite. He holds it up to the light. 

"Well, I know for one thing that that shouldn't be invented yet." Rose notes as the Doctor sits the device down on the counter and scans it with his sonic. "What's it doing here in 1953?"

"No idea." The Doctor mutters. His sonic starts to pulse loudly, picking up another frequency within the shop. He holds it up in the air. "It's not the only power source in this room."

Suddenly, every TV screen flickers into life. Then, images begin forming on the screen, crackling through the static. People's faces. All of them looking frightened and shouting out for help, but with no sound coming from them whatsoever. Tommy spots his Gran, looking at her face in horror. 

"Doctor..." Rose gasps in horror as she stares at a screen in the bottom corner. 

The Doctor walks over, crouching by the screen, gazing at her black and white face. Kathy gazes out, looking more worried than frightened. He can see her lips moving, repeating the same names over and over again. 'Doctor, Rose. Doctor, Rose.' 

Tenderly, the Doctor touches his hand to the screen. "We're on our way." He whispers to the screen. Kathy simply continues to repeat the names, unknowing of his presence. 

Rose kneels down to stare sadly at the screen. "I'm so sorry, Kathy." She whispers. "We'll save you. I promise."

"What do you think you're doing?"

They look over to see Magpie standing in the doorway of a back room. He looks at them in bewilderment. But he spots Rose, however, his eyes widen slightly. 

The Doctor shoots up from his crouch, storming over to the man and glaring furiously at him. "I want my friend restored!" He shouts into the man's face. "And I think that's beyond a little backstreet electrician. So tell me, who is the Wire?" 

"Yoo-hoo!" calls a female voice. "I think you're looking for me." The Doctor turns going over to the main centre telly to see a woman smiling wickedly back at them all. "Ohh... this one's smart as paint." 

"Is she talking to us?" The Inspector asks.

"Yeah, she does that," Rose replies, backing warily away from the televisions.

"I'm sorry. I'm afraid you're brought this on yourselves." Magpie says over by the doorway, backing up as close as he can get to the wall. "May I introduce you to my new... friend." 

"Jolly nice to meet you." The Wire greets pleasantly. 

"Oh, my god, it's her, that woman off the telly." The Inspector says, looking alarmed by what is happening. 

"No, it's just using her image." The Doctor tells him. He gazes fixedly at the woman on screen. "So, you're the Wire?" 

"That is correct." The Wire speaks, giving her a wicked smile. Her image slowly blossoms into full colour. "And I will gobble you up, every last morsel. And when I have feasted, I shall regain the corporeal body, which my fellow kind denied me." 

"Good Lord. Colour television!" The Inspector gasps. 

"So your own people tried to stop you?" The Doctor questions. 

"They executed me. But I escaped, in this form. And fled across the stars." 

"And now you're trapped in the television." The Doctor retorts. 

The Wire's smile fades along with the colour, going back to black and white. "Not for much longer." She grits out. 

"Doctor, is this what got my Gran?" Tommy asks. 

"Yes, Tommy." The Doctor responds, his voice hard in an angry tone. "It feeds off the electrical activity of the brain, but it gorges itself, like a great overfed pig, talking people's faces, their essences. It stuffs itself." 

"Oh, yes. And that lovely woman from earlier, ooh, how delicious she was. Such a mind on her. So... brimming with power." The Wire purrs wickedly, mocking. The Time Lord grits his teeth, hands tightening into fists as they shake while Rose squeezes her eyes closed to stop the tears spilling. 

"But Gran never came here." Tommy argues. 

"Doesn't matter. Wherever there's a TV, it can feed." The Doctor explains.

"And you let her do it, Magpie." The Inspector accuses, looking at the still cowering shop owner.

"I had to." Magpie replies pathetically. "She allowed me my face. But only if I'd serve. She's promised to release me, at the Time of Manifestation."

"What does that mean?" Tommy questions.

"The appointed time. My crowning glory!" The Wire answers slyly. 

"Doctor! The Coronation!" The Inspector realises. 

"Well, obviously the Coronation!" The Doctor retorts rattily. He turns to the Wire. "For the first time in history, millions gathered 'round a television set." He raises a brow at the Wire, getting closer to the screen. "But you're not strong enough yet, are you? You can't do it all from here. That's why you need this." He waves the portable television in his hand at her. "You need something more powerful. This will turn a big transmitter into a big receiver." 

"What a clever thing you are." The Wire retorts sarcastically. "But why fret about it? Why not just relax, kick off your shoes, and enjoy the coronation? Believe me, you'll be glued to the screen."

Rose jumps back as soon as she sees the wicked smile from the Wire. The electrical tendrils miss her face by inches but it grabs onto everyone else's. The Doctor, Tommy, and the Inspector all groan in pain as their faces begin to stream towards the screen. 

"Doctor!" Roses cries out in alarm as she listens to them all cry out in pain. What should she do? They are all frozen to the spot as the Wire feasts on them. She has no idea what to do! How can she save them? Then, Kathy's words float into her mind. 

"Just remember. This tool, when wielded well, can become your greatest weapon. Especially against electricity." 

The sonic! Of course! 

Rose hurriedly pulls out Kathy's sonic from her coat pocket and jumps forward. She aims it at the Wire and lets it pulse loudly at the entity. The Wire screams in agony, immediately letting go of the Doctor, Tommy, and the Inspector. They all fall to the floor behind Rose. She stops her assault with the sonic against the Wire, opting to check up on the people who had been hurt by the electrical energy. 

Rose hears Magpie rush behind her, grabbing the portable television and taking off with the Wire, who has jumped into the device. Rose wants to give chase, but she can't leave the Doctor. 

She slaps the Doctor's face lightly. "Doctor, wake up. Come on! They're getting away." Rose urges. 

It takes another slap, harder this time, for the Doctor to gasp and bolt upright. His eyes immediately scanning the room. "Where's Magpie?" He asks.

"He took off with the Wire in that portable telly." Rose responds. 

He blinks and stares at the silver sonic still clutched in her hands complete with its red light and metal claws.

"Where did you get that?" The Doctor questions.

"Kathy gave it to me before she– well, you know," Rose explains. She stares down at the sonic, feeling a swell in her heart. "She knew this was going to happen. That's why she gave it to me. She knew I was needed here to save you." Rose beams at him. "She's amazing as ever."

"Ha! You bet she is!" The Doctor exclaims cheerfully, looking over to the screen which still has Kathy's face. She's still calling out their names, still worrying over their safety. He leans forward, giving the part of the screen where her forehead is a quick kiss before standing up. "And you are brilliant!" He kisses Rose on the forehead too. She laughs in response; simply glad to have helped the Doctor and Kathy.

They see that the Inspector had not been as lucky. The man's face is wiped away, leaving him blank. However, Tommy still has his so Rose and the Doctor quickly wake up Tommy before all three of them dash out and look frantically up and down the street. 

"We don't even know where to start looking it's too late." Tommy despairs. 

"It's never too late," the Doctor replies instantly, "as a wise person once said Kylie I think... But the Wire's got a big plan..." Rose can see the millions of thoughts now flashing through his mind as he rattles off new ideas while pacing, "so it'll need... yes, yes, yes, it's got to harness half the population... millions and millions of people... and where are we?" 

"Muswell Hill." Tommy replies, confused as to why the Doctor doesn't know this.

"Muswell Hill?" The Doctor's eyes widened in realisation. "Muswell Hill! Which means..." He runs around Tommy, standing at the end of the street and looking out towards a large building on the horizon.

"Oh, I know this!" Rose exclaims happily. "Alexandra Palace!" 

The Doctor beams at her, gesturing to the building in the distance with both hands. "Alexandra Palace." He confirms. "Biggest TV transmitter in North London! Ohh! That's why they chose this place!" He grabs Rose by the hand and pulls her back inside the shop. "Tommy?"

"What are you going to do?" Tommy asks, following them in.

"We're going shopping."

The Doctor gathers up the different electronics he needs from both Magpie's shop and the TARDIS. With all the supplies together, the group rush off to Alexandra Palace. The Doctor builds the device as Rose and Tommy run carrying it. It is difficult building on the go, but the Doctor manages.

They reach Alexandra Palace and see Magpie climbing up the main broadcasting tower. The trio speed up their pace, rushing into the building. The Doctor plugs the device into the station's systems, making sure it is functioning properly. He orders both Rose and Tommy to keep watch over it and to not let anyone stop them for anything. The Doctor then grabs a long feed of copper wiring, making sure that it is connected to the device before running out of the room with the wiring unravelling behind him as he goes.

——

Kathy gasps as her eyes shoot open. She spins on the spot, frowning at the sight of the office she is in. She feels so relieved as she reaches up, running a hand through her hair and touches her face to find a nose and mouth. Oh thank god, she's back in her body. 

She sticks her head out into the hallway, seeing a man stride down it. He blinks when he sees her, he obviously recognises her but is surprised to see her. 

"Hello, sorry." Kathy apologises. "I was just wondering, can you help me? I don't seem to know where I am."

——

Kathy leans up against the wall outside of the secret police house where they had been keeping the faceless people. She stares up at the golden sky. The sun is just starting to set and she lets out a relived sigh as she feels the last rays of the sun. 

She hears the many people beside her rejoicing in gaining back their faces, their lives. She smiles at that. Kathy is glad they are all okay as she knows the Doctor and Rose are okay as well. She had been so worried though during her moments trapped within the Wire's system. 

Kathy stares down the street when she hears Tommy running up to hug his Gran. She sees both the Doctor and Rose walking towards her. Each with the biggest smiles on their faces as they briskly walk towards her. She smiles back at them, allowing her mind to drift away from her worries and just enjoy the moment. She ran up, hugging them both in delight and laughing with them. 

"Don't worry me like that!" Rose scolds her, giving her a smack on the arm. 

Kathy laughs, pouting and rubbing at the spot as if it really hurt. "Sorry. But I didn't want you to get hurt, and I couldn't have you go losing your face as well." She replies. 

Rose smiles softly, handing her back the sonic. "Yeah. I know that now." She says. "You really are amazing with those possibilities. You always know how to solve everything." 

"Well... not everything," Kathy says quietly, thinking sadly about how lost she's felt, and will feel, when she has adventures with the Doctor in their future that she doesn't know. She shakes her head. "Anyway, how about we go enjoy that fantastic street party? I always wanted to go to one."

"Sure thing." The Doctor says brightly, slinging an arm around her shoulders. Kathy smiles at him, linking her arm with Rose's as they travel happily down the street.

——

"And then there was this bus, so I might've stolen it?" Kathy remarks conversationally as she stuffs another sandwich into her mouth.

Rose laughs. "No way! You stole a bus?!" 

"I had to!" Kathy retorts once she finishes the sandwich. "The swarm was returning and I had to save everyone from choking!"

She's telling the Doctor and Rose about how she encountered the Fumifugium during 'The Great Smog' of 1952 in London while the street party is in full swing around them. Beer, sandwiches, orange squash. Kids, old people. Everyone having a whale of a time. The Doctor, Rose and Kathy are helping themselves. 

Rose had spent a large portion of the journey back to Florizel Street trying to convince them to go to the Mall, where the official street party is happening, but when Kathy had declared she wanted to be at a proper street party and the Doctor retorted that this is real history, she had relented. 

"A species that lived and thrived in smoke..." The Doctor muses to himself.

"I can't believe it!" Rose scoffs, laughing as she swipes up another cupcake. 

"Oi!" Kathy cries but she's not offended. "It's true! Scouts honour."

"You're not a scout!" The Doctor retorts. 

"And?" 

Rose laughs, bending over as she does causing the Doctor and Kathy to start off as well. 

The party is brilliant. People laughing and dancing all around. The best food and drinks are passed about. Kathy laughs as the Doctor keeps feeding her and Rose different sandwiches that he picked up at random and asking to decide which one is the best. Eventually, Rose decides enough is enough and responds by shoving a cake into his face, making him get covered in icing. Kathy and Rose hold onto each other as they burst with laughter at the disgruntled expression he makes with the cake all over him. 

Then, as the night falls over them, and the lights people placed up overhead across the street light up, the Doctor, Rose, and Kathy enjoy dancing with everyone. Rose and Kathy have their own brief moment spinning each other around and giggling up a storm. Before the Doctor grabs Rose and they dance while Kathy has her own spin with Tommy. 

Rose pulls her aside and asks, "Are you okay?" 

Kathy frowns. "'Course I am. Why do you ask?" 

"It's just before we went into Magpie's shop? You were a bit off." Rose explains. 

Oh. Of course, she wouldn't let this go.

"Yeah, Rose. Sorry about before. I've just lost someone I've known for many decades and, well, I wanted to be able to save someone." It feels stupid now she says it out loud. Jenny's death wasn't her fault.

"Mortality's not your fault you know." The Doctor pipes up, clearly having heard the end of the conversation as he walks up to them with his glass of squash.

Kathy laughs tearfully. "I know. Just gotta get that in my head sometimes." 

The Doctor nods understandingly and wraps her up in a hug. Kathy soon feels another set of arms joining them and a flash of yellow and pink out of the corner of her eye. She smiles softly and her hearts fill with love.

——

A/N: 

I cut out the bit where Rose tells Tommy to go to his dad as I don't personally like the message it sends when it comes to victims and their abusers. Tommy shouldn't have to forgive his dad just because he's family.

Also, Kathy stealing a bus... 😅 and also the chapter with the longest time not from Kathy's perspective.

Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

[andersunmenschlich]

Unlawful Entry

My apartment building is meant to be reasonably secure. Staff, tenants, and the US postal service have keys to the building: no one else.

Someone circumvented my building's security.

They broke in without breaking anything but the law—probably slipped in after someone with a key.

They were fervent. Fixated. They had a goal; they were on a mission. Laws meant nothing to them in the pursuit of this goal. Criminal trespass was necessary. They had to deliver a message. .

"DO YOU KNOW FROM READING OUR HOLY TEXTS THAT THERE IS A PLACE WAITING FOR YOU IN A BEAUTIFUL LAND THAT YOU CANNOT ENTER UNTIL YOU'RE DEAD?" one piece of bold text screamed.

"Our holy writings are the words of a supernatural being. They teach many incredibly important things, but the most important thing they teach is how a member of Homo sapiens can become immortal* (*live forever with the previously mentioned supernatural being)," the next bit of text said, in a smaller and less excited font.

A snippet from one of their holy books followed, in red.

"I wrote this stuff to you people (the people who already believe this stuff) so that you'll know it's true and… well… believe it. Which you already do. Anyway, you're immortal."

Unembarrassed by this, the smaller and less excited font continued, "According to our holy texts, there are some things that we humans have to do in order to know for sure that we'll be going to a beautiful land that only dead people can enter after we die (at which point we'll live forever)."

Don't be misled by the suggestion of things to be done to achieve knowledge.

Don't, as I did, begin thinking about how one could actually know that people go on living after they're dead (but in an unreachable location).

Remember that this is "according to our holy texts."

The next bit of writing screams loudly and excitedly again, an all caps instruction that the person who left it thought was worth committing a class C felony for: "ADMIT YOU ARE A CRIMINAL WHO HAS OFFENDED AGAINST A SUPERNATURAL ENTITY."

Yes, that's right: step one in getting the knowledge of your ticket to a beautiful place you can only live in after you die is… accepting as valid the idea that you have done something to upset, harm, or offend a being that, to all appearances, does not exist. Seems an odd way of getting knowledge!

After some consideration, I realized the problem.

They say that admitting you're a criminal is step one in knowing that you're going to live forever after you die, but what they mean is that obviously you already know that living forever after you die is a possibility, and so they're skipping that part—what they mean is that admitting you're a criminal is step one in making sure that you get your ticket to Wonderland.

"Everyone has failed to follow this one supernatural entity's rules," another red-text snippet said in calmer font, "and isn't good enough."

"According to our sacred writings," the unhinged rant continued, "we have to admit that we have offended against the supernatural entity whose words those writings are, and so we don't deserve to go to a beautiful place and live forever after we die."

"ACCEPT THAT YOU DESERVE TO BE TORTURED FOREVER," the next all caps bit bellowed.

"If you work, you get money. If you break this one supernatural being's law, you get death. Death is your wage: you deserve it. But the entity will freely give you the undeserved gift of immortality, via Joshua the Chosen One, our master."

"Death and eternal torture were thrown into the lake of fire. This is the second death, with even death dying 'cause it's so bad and deathy."

"Our sacred texts tell us that, because we broke this supernatural entity's law, not only do we not deserve to live in a beautiful place forever after we die, we deserve to die in a horrible place forever after we die! Eternal punishment! Unending, torturous death!"

…

I don't really have a lot to add here. We've gone right past unsubstantiated claims about immortality to insults and threats.

Of course the felon who left this piece of paper inside a locked dwelling thinks they're just stating a hard truth by telling me (and everyone else who reads the paper) that we're so horribly criminal we deserve to be tortured forever… but still.

"CONFESS THAT THE CHOSEN ONE DIED A HORRIBLE DEATH TO PAY FOR YOUR CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR AND THEN CAME BACK TO LIFE THREE DAYS LATER."

It seems to me that if one temporary death is enough to make up for whatever supernatural laws everyone everywhere has supposedly broken, billions of eternal punishments are a bit much. I mean, if I and a group of friends break someone's fancy windows and it turns out $20 is enough to cover everything, why should each of us have to pay $200,000,000,000?

And if it's some worse offense—say we each chopped off one of his fingers or something—how could someone else being punished possibly make up for what we did?

What are we supposed to learn from that? "Do whatever you want and don't worry about it because there won't be any unpleasant consequences for you" seems the only possible conclusion to me. You don't even have to worry about the whipping boy; he's fine!

"This is how the supernatural entity shows us how much he loves us: the Chosen One died in our place even though we were still filthy criminals who didn't deserve it."

This snippet of red text seems to imply that once somebody pays for the broken window, you're not a window-breaker anymore.

Handy, that.

It also suggests that love is shown by killing somebody else, instead of the person you ought to kill. "You broke my rules, so you deserve death. I love you, though, so I'll kill this guy over here instead, and that'll make up for your rule-breaking."

Interesting definition of love.

"Our sacred texts say that Joshua came to earth"—from outer space? from another dimension? from the darkness of nonexistence the way we all do?—"and consented to be tortured to death to pay for our supernatural offenses! Then he stopped being dead and became alive again, to prove that his horrible death really was a satisfactory alternative to our eternal torments."

This is rather like being told that, because I've broken a rich man's window, I owe him two hundred billion dollars—but some other guy handed the rich man $20 and then took the $20 back, so the price is paid.

And, in fact, the guy taking the twenty back is what proves that he had the right to pay my fine in the first place.

"COMMIT YOURSELF TO FOLLOWING THE MASTER JOSHUA AND YOU WILL BE SAVED FROM THE TERRIFYING FATE YOU DESERVE," shrieks the final all caps sentence.

"If you admit out loud that Joshua is your master, and genuinely believe that a supernatural entity brought him back to life after he died, you won't be tortured for ever and ever after you die."

"Our sacred texts say that in order to be saved from the unimaginably horrific fate worse than death we deserve, we have to sit down and deliberately choose to let the Chosen One pay for us," the threatening gibberish continues.

"If you would like to accept the Chosen One's offer now," a bold, but small text paragraph informs the reader, "then do your best to convey this following message (or something like it) to an entity that does not appear to be present anywhere in reality—and make sure you really mean it!"

The message is given in italics, which is pretty much the only way of making an individual piece of text stand out from the rest at this point on the heavily marked paper.

"Cherished Joshua, I admit that I have done something/s that broke your rules. I understand that I deserve to be tortured forever and ever, but I also know that you died a painful death to make up for my crime/s (and then undied). Please make it so that your temporary death is accepted in lieu of my eternal torture, so that I can live forever in a wonderful place after I die. I absolutely believe that you are going to do this for me. Truth!" .

…I know, I've put too much thought into this.

A piece of paper delivered by a literal criminal to the inside of my locked residence without my knowledge or consent, covered in incoherent claims, threats, and promises—in a better world, I'd throw the thing out and call the cops to check the security cameras.

Unfortunately, I don't live in a better world. I live in a world where ranting cultists like this one are considered normal people.

Actually they get more of a pass than normal folks.

Criminal trespass is a crime for everyone else. Entering a locked building without permission would get most people jail time; but when you're the right kind of cultist, you're above the law.

Scary, isn't it?

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

💀 Death is Death 💀

I bet that was ones and extremely beautiful house, Live and Bright Sunnytown full of thousands of people hustling and busting and leaving their day-to-day life.

[ Warning : Extremely Long Post ]

NOW LOOK AT IT, LOOK WHAT'S WAS LEFT OF IT ! ! !

You're no Different, Death is Death !

. . .

Time is Precious, DON'T ! WASTE !! IT ! ! !

. . .

It doesn't matter how much money you have, doesn't matter what paranormal being you are, if you are a living Panama being I guess that counts as supernatural, it doesn't matter time kills us all, we are all dying the moment we are born even though we're Growing, and none of us can be a 100% sure will live a full life, Look at how many people die prematurely before the life of a hundred years old.

! SHIT !

Okay everyone that died before they're 20 or 30 years, old.

. . .

Death is everywhere and it's a fucking constant,

Death is all over the fucking place, like Rotting Blood all over A Corpse face,

. . .

Some of you reading this will probably die tonight and some of you will die tomorrow how do I know that maybe one of you won't die this week or someone you know will die or something will die how do you know they whoever reads this will die within this fucking year.

Death is everywhere and it's a fucking constant

. . .

You can't escape death you can't really prevent death either all you can do is tonight, denying the inevitable all you can do is temporarily push it at Bay as a softly tackles in the background slowly catching up no one can ever truly escape death no one can change truly ever defeat the Grim Reaper and oddly Enough the Grim Reaper is also the God Cronus

Try as you might, Iowa escaped Cronus try to get away from him try to fight him as much as you want and you know those who have exceeded and becoming completely immortal every last one of them has gone completely insane because the human brain was never capable of living a life forever the human brain is a inferior piece of shit

Every single mother fucker the average heat immortality every last one of them went insane, every last single soul who achieved everlasting life isn't alive anymore are they because they were immortal they're not invincible and they all went insane and met their demise because of it they found a way how to live forever they didn't find a way how to become indestructible

. . .

💀

. . .

So you right now reading this I just want you to be very aware of what little time you have left in your life even if you're a stupid fucking kid death is coming to you, death is coming for you, try your hardest to escape it but I hear about child death all the time in the news I can't turn on my fucking phone and look in the newsfeed without hearing about some kids somewhere fucking dying or school shooting killing like 20 different fucking kids

. . .

One minute you have a school for a happy kid next minute we have over a hundred corpses in the shooter committed suicide

. . .

Death is everywhere and it's a constant

. . .

I don't even know someone nearby they were petting a dog they were loving it that was last week their dog is dead now

I know a lot of people who love their dogs so much that when their dog died they committed suicide

. . .

It's because It's all Thay had no one else in their life except for a foreign species that It couldn't they couldn't relate to them in any way a foreign animal called a pet

He must get past because they can't get love in the real world they talk to it if they understand the highly sophisticated complex complex language like English

IT DOESN'T

Humans lie themselves, and tell themselves that the dog or the cat is getting a human experience with them and is human why do you think so many cartoons and so many movies have animals acting human in animal form they have human voices they have human emotions human expressions of n if been around an animal you Realize this thing isn't fucking human

. . .

So what you really have is you have people who have gone completely insane who kidnapped an animal they hold it Ransom in their house, and they treat it with as much human love to a basically an alien creature that is extremely undevolved and in no way whatsoever loves them it's just thankful for survival and the benefits there's no love from the animal no animal loves a human being all it comes down to is mere survival once the human stops feeding it and the neighbor feeds the pet the pet will no longer want to be with you if you give the pet love and the neighbor gives the pet food and water the Pet's not going to be around very long because they don't give a fuck about your personality no animal does

And when the stupid fucking animal dies the human has no more ability to lie yourself the human can no longer lie to itself the human has lied to itself to the extreme and telling himself that this foreign object basically or this fucking alien which is an a cat or a dog which is basically an alien to a human being has died and they realize they have what they've already known that the whole time they have no one in their life to love them so they end up committing suicide

They put all their emotion and all their love and all their tender loving care into a stupid fucking animal that in no way at any part of the relationship was able to connect to them on a human level

😡 Idiot's 😡

You have a dying country you have a failing infrastructure you have 8 billion people in the earth that's 8 billion people eating 24/7 you have homelessness on Rampant you have Mass chaos Mass looting Mass Insanity you have the whole the human race starting to concave on in

We have billions of people Lying to Themselves every day tell them something better as inflation gets higher and higher

Food fries are getting so bad I'm seeing them get up to $20 for just one fucking item

And everybody trying to get themselves some kind of spiritual meaning that things will get better everyone's trying to trying to distract themselves real everyone's trying to find a lie they can believe in to keep themselves sane

Death is Everywhere in it and it's a Constant

. . .

And human beings in Mass going completely insane and Breaking Down,

You have hundreds of thousands of millions of human beings trying their best to keep themselves sane the give them some saw some kind of reason to live but they got no reason and once all the illusions are gone the human being realizes how worthless how meaningless how empty how Dead how devoid and how shitty everything really is and that the only thing that really mattered was their relationship with other human beings and when that no longer exists they realize there's no purpose of being a soul with a body

You are a soul with a body

And you're starting to slowly realize that everything in life is meaningless if nature slowly deteriorates breaks down and destroys everything man has ever created it doesn't take long for something in the media to be destroyed it doesn't take long for your favorite cartoon or something else that was of your time period to be gone you don't realize it but you think it's in the background somewhere easily accessible but you don't realize that it's Actually

Gone

. . .

People like to think that the experiences in their lives be around forever people love to delude themselves and give themselves a delusion that their life is eternal or things in their life or eternal or everything the fucking jam that will last forever and people love to lie to themselves they love to live in a lie that can make them feel good they love to be mentally insane

Being having your mind not sync with what is reality is sickness it is the definition of being truly insane and human beings like that human beings like to live a lie humans Love lies they love to lie they love to believe in lies they love to think in liez humans love life they just completely love lies

To live a lie is their life

. . .

And so I bring the data to you, you are no different than all the other shit that died for you you are

YOU ARE NO DIFFERENT FROM THE 100 BILLION MOTHERFUCKERS THAT WERE HERE BEFORE YOU

They thought basically the same thing you did that their lies to go on forever they died they thought the shit in their lives would go on forever to culture change it didn't pagan's thoughts of the world to be pegging for all eternity they were wrong the Christians went fucking insane and killed all of them

The native Americans lived on the lived on America for hundreds of years worshiping Mother Earth and to the Christian piece of shit came across the fucking sea conquered the land start a war with them and completely genocide their fucking people

THEY, WERE WRONG TOO ! ! !

. . .

Everyone, Everybody likes a thing that the here and now is there forever everybody like to think that their emotional experience goes on for eternity

YOU'RE FUCKING WRONG

Shit changed all the time time changes everything except the elements of air earth water and fire those are constant

Also the sacred forces of light and dark those are also those are especially a constant

Those are truly permanent things planets can be destroyed with all the elements but the Sacred Forces are The Eternal

JUST LOOK AT HOW MANY VIDEO GAMES ARE NO LONGER IN EXISTENCE

I think how many movies you watch that you can't watch again think about all the times in your life that you played or happy that are gone they have all the friends that have died in your life that you'll never experience ever again until until you yourself are Dead 👻

Think to yourself of all the things you've lost in your life and so has the rest of the world in the culture think of all the movies you loved and all the actors are now dead

Think about all the works of art that have been destroyed over the process think of all the websites have been shut down you thought those would be up forever

THEY'RE FUCKING GOOOOOOOONNEEE ! ! ! ! !

And you Realize you Start to really realize everything in your meeting your life is meaningless that life is meaningless that all your progress is basically an illusion everything you ever loved and cared about every human being has to experience watch it die every human being goes through this this is something natural it's also ignorant to think that it'll be around forever and nothing's around forever shit changes all the fucking time

Time Makes Everything irrelevant

Now do you start to understand and see that your life is meaningless, NOW !

Are you able to understand how worthless you are how worthless I am how Worthless it is, all the stupid animals out there they don't know they're going to die someday

Are you starting to understand why government take themselves too fucking serious and actually the governments are completely fucking insane for taking everything so fucking serious

Are you now able to understand that nature is Sacred and you should just be part of the Whole

Are the sacredness of creation part of the Universe part of nature to go back into it all and spiritually love the universe I'm not saying pull away from any deity I didn't say that but understand the Sacredness of Nature

Now that is something that you can never take too seriously

. . .

Nature is Holy nature is sacred nature is love

Nature is literally fucking Divine

Do as Thou Wilt and have a good day

Because your time is running out

. . .

And mother fucker it won't be long until you're Dead

. . .

And the next day before comes along after you thinking that they're alive eternal and their life will never end thinking they know everything and they seen everything and yet they haven't seen one fraction of what happened before them because one Cronus's BIGGEST Middle Finger is letting you know nothing of the past

. . .

Have to leave you ignorant and keep you completely unaware of all that is and happened before you you can get you can experience these brief echoes the past is seeing the residue of things once were but you'll never know what it's like to be there you'll never understand the feeling the Vibe

The Emotions you'll never know all the things that were said you know the sounds the Sight's, The Smells unless you were there and that specific time unless you experience that specific point of existence and what you experience in that area

YOU'LL, NEVER FUCKING KNOW WHAT HAPPENED

. . .

Understand that your time is running out and you just try to start living your life as if everyday was the last, BECAUSE YOU'LL NEVER HAVE A FUCKING IDEA WHEN IT IS THE LAST YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU'RE SOMEONE'S GOING TO MURDER YOU AND YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE A MEDICAL EMERGENCY AND YOU WON'T MAKE IT THROUGH

You have no idea when you're going to die you live your day-to-day life grinding away on the clock trying to get this piss poor false resource called money just so you can live your meaningless fucking life and be thrown away like a fucking used tampon for the Government

Your life has more value than that

. . .

But you're in control of your own life just like you control yourself to read this entire article to the very end you did that as an act of free will

. . .

Now after reading this entire thing do yourself a favor fuck me the author that wrote this, DO YOURSELF A FAVOR

GO DO WHAT YOU WANT AND STOP WASTING YOUR FINITE AMOUNT OF TIME ON THIS FUCKING PLANET

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

THE MAN WHO WANT IT ALL VS THE MAN WHO LOVE IT ALL:

There's a trope that has been going around since the day humanity started thinking about themselves in relation to the universe: the finite nature of the man in contrast to the infinite nature of the world.

Our time is limited. We are born, we live, we die. That scares us as a race, because we don't know what's beyond the death line. We are scared of dying, we are scared of working our whole lives to then lose it to the darkness. And from that fear, rises the stereotype of the man who refuse to die, the man who wants it all.

Wanting and loving are two different things.

The man who want it all wants to own, wants to rule over everything that exists, because he's so afraid of being just a tiny piece of a greater game that he wants to have absolute control. You see, like a spider in a web, his threads are easy to break when you're a greater figure, but they are also resistant enough to trap any being tinier than him, so that gives the illusion of control he wanted so bad.

The man who loves it all is afraid of dying too. The difference? He accepts his time and place, and instead of focusing on owning things, on trapping things, he spends his time admiring them in their freedom, loving them as they come. If our time is finite, instead of making it last forever, we should enjoy the time we have. That's what the man who loves it all thinks.

Thinking about the Shigaraki siblings, about the meaning behind All For One and One For All, I came to the conclusion that mha / bnha is the story of the human race struggling to understand how should they live.

Many times in the manga we have encountered characters that think their quirks or their abilities makes them superior. But it isn't quiet true, because the human body is a fragile thing. Not matter how strong it is, time affects it the same. Evil lords like AFO get old, weak kids like Deku grow strong. A quirk can be trained as much as a body and a mind can be trained, so strength is not the variable they should take as a foundation to their world.

The same happens with intelligence, beauty, speed, money, power... They don't last in the hands of a man. Those are things that one can win and lose in an instant.

The answer is simpler than you could think.

It is men who choose who they are and what they're going to be, as long as they understand their limits and capacities.

Take Mirio. In order for him to become a great hero, he first needed to understand his quirk and then work based on that. He understood himself, he accepted himself and then he grew.

Take Deku. What makes Deku a Deku? His love for humanity. He's always observing, always studying, always connecting. When he focused his quirk on what he was, instead of trying to imitate All Might, he understood how he could grow. He's the kid who's built on his love for other beings, so he takes a piece of everything he loves and he is who he is.

It's not enough to want. You need to love.

Overhaul wanted it all, but he failed when it came to love. Why? He indeed loved things, but he forgot to accept his limits and capacities. He tried to do more than he could, he forced the people around him passed their limits, and everything came crashing before him.

AFO, with all his powers, lives hiding, frustrated because he can't obtain the only thing he "needs" in order for him to control the whole world. But can he take it? Would that be enough? Once he has everything, would he be happy? Or is he trying to obtain everything to cover up a bigger pain in his heart?

The reason why Yoichi could develop One For All is because he loved so much, that he knew he was going to die, but it was not the end. Our lives are not the end of the world. There's more people, future generations. What AFO couldn't accept (he not being immortal, he not living forever and being able to have it all), was what made Yoichi so powerful.

AFO, as a being, can't be going on forever. But you know what can go on and on endlessly? The repercussions of our love.

The vestiges are a symbol of that. Even if we can't name them, that people that came before us lives in the things we do. The users of One For All didn't want to live forever, but they wanted to protect others, save others, give others the chance to live their times. Contrary to AFO, their lives were short, they die not owning that much, they were very mortal and almost simple.

Do you remember what Nighteye said when he saw how Deku changed the future? It was not only his will, but the will of everyone, fighting so hard to, that changed the course of time.

One For All. One will, one wish, one continuous time for all of us. We live in the same world, it is mine as much as it is yours. Sacrifice our lives to protect everyone, do our best to defend everyone. Love doesn't judge, it loves even the worst beings, because it's capable of finding light in the deepest of darkness.

All For One. Since the beginning, AFO was destined to fail. His body is mortal, he is mortal, so he can't take the whole world, he can't take all the quirks, he can't live all lives. All he does, for one fear: dying. He can't avoid it. The more he tries to stay in control, the more he loses. If the target is too big or there are too many flies on his web, the threads eventually break.

We are born, we live, we die. Not matter how much you tried to kill it, hope always finds a way to come back. And not matter how much you try to keep it alive, evil dies as everything else does.

One last question: Does Shigaraki Tomura resembles the man who want it all or the man who loves it all? Is he trying to control everything or trying to break a web? Is he a parallel of Yoichi or a parallel of AFO?

Or maybe, can he be the personification of that duality? Can he be the point where the two things meet? What makes us complex as human beings? Is he not a thing or the other, but the ultimate consequence of the Shigarakis fight, along with Deku?

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

Immortality isn't living forever, that's not what it feels like.

Immortality is everyone else dying.

[hollanderfangirl]

Let me go |Harry Holland|

Pairing: Harry Holland x Therapist! Reader

A/N: so I'm not a therapist and I've never been to therapy, well if you don't consider the sessions with my psychology teacher. All of what I've written comes from what I've learnt in psychology class, reading books and listening to other people's experiences.

Warnings: talk about death, panic attack and it's just really sad

Word count: 3.3k, this is my longest fic yet :)

(Sorry for the shitty moodboard I just had to post this fic or I would have lost my mind)

Harry Holland walked through the halls of the clinic, not really sure why he was here. Well he knew why he had come to see a therapist but he wondered how he put himself in this situation. He had been locking himself inside a glass cave built out of hopelessness for months, his friends and family were greatly concerned about him but he refused to take any help. He had always been stubborn, he never asked for anybody's help. He hated the look of pity on people's faces. He hated people showing him sympathy. He was more than this. He didn't need anybody. He can pull himself together, he just needed time.

But it wasn't helping. Burying your feelings in has never helped anybody. Putting on a smile everyday in front of people and crying himself to sleep, Harry found it more and more difficult. His mum had sensed it and told him to go and see a doctor. He had resisted it at first. 

"Please do it for me, Harry. I cannot see you like this, at least for my satisfaction," Nikki had said. "Just go for a trial session and if you like it then you can continue," but of course he wasn't going to continue. 

Now as he stood in front of the receptionist, he was reconsidering his decision. 

"Yes, do you have an appointment, sir?" 

"Huh?" he seemed lost. "Yeah..yeah" 

"Just wait here, I'll inform Dr Y/l/n" 

"Your know what, cancel the appointment. I- I don't need help" 

"Oh but this is just a trial, Mr Holland" 

"Yeah but I don't-" the receptionist was already at the door, muttering something to the woman inside. 

You step outside to see a curly headed man, he looked pleasant but his eyes looked sad. Those were the eyes of a person who had seen immense grief, someone who had been miserable for a long long time. 

"I'm sorry but I don't need therapy… I didn't realise this before, I -I shouldn't have come here" 

"Oh Mr Holland, this is just a trial right? Let's just have some coffee. This isn't therapy yet" you smile at him. 

"No I really-" 

"Okay then, give me half an hour. If you still feel the same way, then you can leave. Half an hour is all I want from you, Mr Holland" 

"Alright" 

You lead him into your chamber, closing the door behind you. He sits down on a couch across from you, your desk separating you both. The first step of therapy- resistance. People always resist therapy at first, they feel like they don't need the help or maybe seeking help makes them weak. They don't feel like opening up to a complete stranger. How can they? How can they open up their most vulnerable state to a person who they barely know? But slowly and steadily, a rapport is made. A therapist has to be very careful and empathetic. They have to be trusting. Someone who people can turn to. Someone who they can relate to. Someone who understands them. Someone who would just listen. 

"So, your mother sent you here. Right, Mr Holland?" 

"Just- just call me Harry" 

"Okay then Harry, tell me" 

"What do you want me to tell you?" 

"Everything. Start from the beginning" 

"Well I- do you… do you really think I would-" he hesitates. "Who do you think you are? Why do you think I should pay you to listen to my goddamn life story here?" 

"You're not here to tell me your life story," you say politely. "I'm here to help you and I can do that only if you would let me" 

"Well guess what? You cannot help me, I knew I was wasting my time," he gets up and starts to walk away. 

"I asked for half an hour of your time, Harry" 

"Well I don't fucking care" 

"Harry, please listen to me. All I ask is half an hour" 

Little did he know, this half an hour was going to change his life. 

Something about your tone made him stay. He sat back down on the couch, turning away from you. 

"Okay, so if you're not going to talk, I will," you sigh. "So, you have suffered a great loss, someone you loved dearly?" 

"Yes," he still didn't look you in the eye. 

"Who was it?" 

"My…my friend. Girlfriend" 

"And when did this happen?" 

"A year ago" 

"How have you been holding up?" 

He thought of giving another vague answer. How the fuck do you think I'm holding up? I'm fucking dying every single day. 

"Uh- it's been a little better, I guess. It's not as bad as it used to be" 

"Well that's a start. And do you still think about her?" 

Every goddamn minute, lady. What do you want from me? "Yeah sometimes" 

"And how have you been sleeping?" 

I can't sleep. I haven't slept properly for months. If I sleep I see her coming back to me. "Alright I guess" 

This wasn't going anywhere. You thought of recommending him another doctor but something about him charmed you. He was a man who should have been living a great life but his grief was tearing him apart. You had to help him. You felt a strong connection to him, you felt determined. No, I have to help him. I just have to.

"Harry, do you feel like you're responsible for your girlfriend's death?" it was a straightforward question, you had been trying to get something out of him but he wasn't ready to. 

He looked at you dead in the eye, yet could not get any words out. You could sense the anger building up inside him but it wasn't projected at you, he was angry with himself. 

"I….. " he took a few deep breaths, clenching his hands into fists. "Yes" 

"Why is that so?" 

"Fucking hell! Are you for real? She died, okay? And I wasn't there… I wasn't there.. " he was tearing up. "I should have been the one to die! Not her! Not anybody! Everyone just leaves me in the end!" he was full on shouting, letting out everything he had been holding inside himself for a whole year. He had tears in his eyes.

You handed him a box of tissues and he was gasping for breath. When he had calmed down, you both sat in silence for a few minutes. 

"You know, Harry, my friend died the day we had a fight. She was my best friend. I knew her ever since we were three. It was a silly argument. We should not have fought about it. But we did and I told her I wished she would just go away… and then she did" it was painful for you to remember this, but time does heal everything. 

"I'm sorry," his voice was low. "And I'm sorry for all those things I said" 

"No it's alright, that's what you're here for. And besides, it's nothing compared to your loss, Harry" 

"No. It- it's not a competition. Suffering is not a competition. It must've been really hard for you, Dr y/l/n," this was the first time he had addressed you. 

"Call me y/n," you smile at him. "And yeah that's very true. We often blame ourselves, you know, it's very common. We cannot be angry at them so we get angry with ourselves. Even though we know deep in our hearts that there was nothing we could have done" 

There was a long silence. 

"She went out for a drive, that bastard drunk driver," he spoke up. "And I was just resting. She asked me so many times to join her but I wanted to sleep" 

You nod at him and he continued. "That's…the reason I'm not able to sleep. Every night I close my eyes, I think I'll wake up to that phone call" 

"Well yes I don't blame you, our brains sometimes don't process things that come as a shock. And then it just keeps on haunting us forever. Do you believe in life after death, Harry?" 

"Well I don't know what to believe" 

"Have you- felt her? After she was gone?" 

"You'll think I'm crazy" 

"I'm a therapist, it'll take you much more than that to convince me you're crazy" 

"I sometimes talk to her. Like what would she think about this particular situation. Or just that I miss her so much. I don't get any responses but I just try to think like her?" 

"Yeah, that's quite normal actually. People think they need to 'get over' someone's death. But that's not true. You can never really get over something like death" 

"And what does getting over even mean? Like you just forget them? Moving on with your life just means that you think they were never a part of it" 

"Well you're both right and wrong. Yes we must remember our loved ones who are not with us anymore but at the same time, we have to let them go" 

"How? It's too painful" 

"I know. But do you believe in the concept of souls, Harry?" 

"Yeah I mean," he shrugs. 

"The soul is considered to be immortal. And groups of souls tend to travel together. Even if you don't know it, some way, somehow, they're always with us" 

He says nothing but his eyes looked softer now. 

"And just think about it, think of her seeing you like this. Do you think she could have handled you being so miserable?" 

"She would have been heartbroken" 

"Exactly. So do it for her, for yourself. For both of you to feel peace again" 

"Yeah" 

You look at your watch. Half an hour was up. 

"So, Harry. Your half an hour is up. Is there anything else?" 

"Yes, um we can talk about it in our next session?" 

You smile at him. "Of course" 

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After that one half an hour session, Harry was a changed man. He was still mourning, he was still miserable but he had hope. For the first time in a long time, he thought he could actually go on with his life, he could finally feel peace.

The week went by smoothly. Harry tried to make himself busy, by surrounding himself with people and always working. He was still getting nightmares but he was determined to sleep. He was sleeping light, afraid of what deep sleep might show him.

Meanwhile your life was exactly the same, you went on with your day treating people, talking, helping them. You loved your job, you loved the sense of satisfaction you got after patients they told you they were finally better. Every person was a challenge, and you knew there was a gem hidden inside every one of them. All of them had immense potential but life hadn't been kind to them. You felt disturbed and it broke your heart to see people hurting. And you would do anything to make it better for them. To help them.

You couldn’t keep Harry out of your mind. You were thinking about him all day long, awaiting your next session with him. What if he cancels? What can I do if he does? Why am I thinking about him? He had this air around him, a magnetic pull, which was pulling your closer and closer towards him. And why is he so damn attractive? No I should not think about him that way. It was the first and foremost rule of your profession. Never get emotionally attached with your clients. It was a professional relationship and must remain that way.

When he came into your office the following week, you could sense the change in him. You felt proud that a single session made such a difference. There was no arrogance in him, he didn’t seem angry anymore. He was calm and better.

“So, Harry. How was your week?”

“It was good, I’ve been shooting my new short film and it’s coming out to be okay so far”

“Alright and how have you been sleeping?”

“Not that good to be honest. I still get dreams, uh bad dreams”

“What do you see in these dreams?”

“I see the accident scene….again and again, it’s the same dream. Sometimes I see her, she talks to me and all that”

“Hmm and have you talked to your family? Your friends?”

“Yeah I talked to my mum…and my brother”

“What did they say?”

“They said they are here for me and will always love me”

“Yes and I don’t doubt that, Harry. You have a lot of people in your life who love and support you. Embrace that”

The session went by smoothly, he opened up to you about his life, everything about the girl he loved so much. About his family, his career. You found yourself staring at him, taking glances at his hands which he constantly moved while he talked. You noticed he was shaking his leg the whole time. Stop staring, y/n.

Wow she’s so beautiful. And thoughtful. And funny and understanding. What am I doing? She’s my therapist….but…why couldn’t I have met her before? Why didn’t I meet her when I was normal? Would things have been different? But then again, I would have never met her if I was normal.

Things seemed to get better, as the weeks progressed, Harry was becoming more and more like his old self again. But there was a feeling of regret, he thought this was wrong as if he were forgetting her. But you were there to guide him, to tell him that this is what life is. It never stops. No matter what happens, you will heal. Someday, sometime. And each day we progress towards it.

And then it happened. The call came at 1 am in the morning. You were sleeping and you were tired, you had been working all day and just needed some rest. You wouldn't have picked the call up but something told you it was important. That you should pick it up.

“Hello?” you yawn.

You just hear muffled breathing for a few seconds.

“Hello? Who is it?”

“It…it’s me…Harry”

“Harry, what’s wrong?” you thought what could have happened at this time of the night.

“I just- can you-” he sounded like he was choking.

“Harry what’s wrong, you’re scaring me”

“I… can’t… breathe,” you hear him sobbing. ”I had… that… dream, I feel like I’m…going to…die”

“Harry, listen to me. You will be okay. Yeah? Just take deep breaths and sit tight. I’m coming to you”

You search through his file to look for his address. When you find it, you rush through the front door and drive to his house. You were on the phone with him the whole drive.

“Just keep breathing, Harry. Deep breaths, okay?”

To your surprise, the front door was unlocked. It looked like he had gone out into the street in the middle of the night. You search through rooms to find him, and you see him curled into a ball at the corner of a king size bed. You touch his shoulder and he flinches.

“Hey, hey it’s just me. It’s alright”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know who else to call,” he was crying, with the tears streaming down his cheeks, his eyes looked small and they looked red from the lack of sleep and of tears.

“It’s alright, Harry. Just come here, it’ll be alright,” you pull him towards yourself him and he buries his face into your chest and you held him, stroking his hair and telling him it will be alright.

“That’s it. Let it out, Harry. It’s okay to cry”

You both stayed like that for another 15 minutes. He couldn’t stop crying and you knew he needed that. He had been holding everything in for so long and it just came out like an explosion tonight. You wiped his tears and made him meditate for a few minutes.

He fell asleep and you stayed up all night, looking at him. He looked so innocent while he slept, and cute too, you thought hiding a blush, even though nobody was there to look at you.

That night, Harry finally felt at peace. He was finally able to sleep. He had no nightmares, just a peaceful dream. He saw his girlfriend, running away from him in a white dress with her hair flowing in the wind.

Please don’t leave me, darling. I love you.

I know you do Harry, but you must let me go. I will always be with you. I will always love you. It is time you start caring about yourself, you must let me go. It is time.

No! don’t leave me!

And he woke up. Something about this dream told him that she was right. It was time. He was finally ready to let her go. For both of their sakes.

He went down to find you sleeping on the couch. He was hesitant at his thoughts but deep down he knew he was falling for you. Am I just using her to cope with my loss? Or do I really love her?

You opened your eyes, looking at Harry sitting on the ground, pushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“Good morning, how did you sleep?”

“Better. Really really better. I- I don’t know how to thank you, y/n and I’m so sorry”

“Hey it’s alright, and I’m glad I could help,” you smile. “I should go now, I have to get to work”

“Let me make breakfast and let me drive you to your house”

“Oh no it’s okay I can-”

“I owe this much to you, y/n. Let me”

“Okay”

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It wasn’t until another week when Harry had his next session. You had been thinking about him all the time, you were confused, it wasn’t supposed to go this way. But he….who am I kidding I’m in love with him.

When he walked through the door on a Thursday morning next week, he looked healthy and happier than ever. You felt a sense of happiness yourself, therapy is always beneficial to both the patient and the therapist. Every person is a deep universe, their thoughts, experiences, pain, joy, everything. Empathising with clients is a great learning experience, it becomes a part your personality. It becomes a part of you.

“Hey y/n”

“Hi Harry”

“So my week as been as it’s always and I’ve been feeling a lot better ever since that day…and that dream” he had told you about the dream he had the night you watched him sleep. He seemed to completely change after that, he let go of the intense emotions he had been carrying around.

“That’s very good and you’ve made a lot of progress since our first meeting”

“Yeah…I have”

The session went on as usual, he talked about everything that happened, he started fighting with his brothers again, which he hadn’t done in a long time and even though they were pissed off at him, they were happy to have him back.

“Um Harry,” you say at the end of the session. “I think-” you try to choose your words correctly. “I think it’s about time you start seeing another therapist, yeah?”

You see his face drop. “wh-why? I’m doing so much better, is..is it because of that night? I’m so sorry y/n”

“No it’s not that. You and I both know what’s happening between us, it’s wrong for a therapist to get emotionally attached with her patient. I’m sorry, Harry”

“So you’re saying that you’re becoming emotionally attached with me?”

“I..I’m-“

“It’s alright. I understand y/n”

“Yes, thank you. This has been great”

“So… now that you’re not my therapist, can I meet you for coffee this evening?”

“Harry-“

“Half an hour, Dr y/l/n. Just give me half an hour of your time, if you still feel the same way, I’ll never bother you again”

“Uh-" you hesitate. You knew you should have said no. You were going to say no. Yet the words which came out of your mouth were “Okay then, it’s a date”

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