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So basically this is various things that go on in my (Kat's) mind. To give you an overview of what to expect, I'll give you a list of what you might find on here:

-Things I find funny
-Things I find entertaining
-Things I find cute
-Things that make me cry
-Random nonsense
-Lame pick-up lines
-Harry Potter
-Percy Jackson and the Olympians
-The Hunger Games
-Doctor Who
-My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
-Random gifs
-Funny quotes
-Inspiring quotes
-Sad quotes
-Tear-inducing quotes
-Awesome quotes
-Rants about my life
-Rants about people on the internet (other sites)
-Rants in general
-Horrible artwork
-Horrible prose
-Horrible poetry
-OTPs
-General information about me
-And much more!

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I dunno what this is about really...

Beginning to Fly

making a bond
taking a hand
making it strong
taking a stand

sometimes easy
sometimes hard
sometimes meat
sometimes lard

this is how it starts
this is how it goes
this is how it moves
this is how it flows

it's everything
but nothing
it's anyone
but no one

this is working out
and is getting by
it's a final stand
beginning to fly

This is the beginning of a Doctor Who/Harry Potter crossover one shot I've been working on at 11:30 PM. Even if you're not familiar with Doctor Who, I'd love feedback. It's Victoire/Eleven.

This story is, I believe, my best work of fanfiction ever.

Drops of Jupiter

tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
one without a permanant scar
and did you miss me when you were looming for
yourself out there
--drops of jupiter ;; train

(view spoiler)[Every story starts with a beginning, and theirs starts with heartbreak. He heals a part of her that's been broken, and for a while, everything was perfect.

-

i.

She's twenty-one and he's twenty-three and her sister's twenty-even.

He's marrying her sister (that's what they're announcing) and after all these years this is when she says she's loved him.

"But you're supposed to be lesbian!"

Victoire's jaw drops. "Lesbian? Why would you think that?"

"Well," he says, "you never showed interest in guys..."

She's crying now. "Because there was only ever one!"

She runs and Dominique is crying because she never meant to hurt anyone and it's a mile before she realises no one's coming for her and she's just standing alone on the grass by the lake alone.

That's when she sits down and cries. She cries and cries and her pretty pink sundress is ruined and her gold curls are a tangled mess and naturally, when she hears a strange noise she reaches for her wand.

Then a box - a box? - falls tumbling out of the sky, and oh, it lands on its side, half of it hanging haphazardly off the dock.

The box is the bluest blue she's ever seen.

-

ii.

When the brown-haired man with those green eyes comes out, she's not sure what to say.

But she pats down frizzed hair and smooths out her skirt because she feels like she should try and impress him for some reason.

He has funny hair that kind of poufs in the front and his bowtie is slightly askew and his tweed jacket has little patches on the elbows. When he hops out of his big blue box, she sees that his pants are short and you can see his shoes and socks.

She asks, "Who are you?"

He says, "I'm the Doctor."

-

iii.

He asks her who she is, and she tells him that she's Victoire Weasley.

She notices that his eyes light up and he murmurs something about a "rolling" and her Uncle Harry.

He says it's an honor meeting her, and she's not quite sure why.

She runs fingers through her hair trying to figure out why he'a saying that, because she's not that famous and she's fairly sure they haven't met before.

He asks her why she's been crying, and she tells him why.

And the he asks if she wants to go with him.

-

iv.

He tells her how his box works and she's convinced it's magic.

He tells her how they would travel and live and run and save worlds.

She's hoping on a bit of finding love along the way.

She says she'll go with him and he says that's brilliant but first he needs to fix his box.

He hops into his... box? Turtle? TARDIS? Police box?

And before he goes in he tells her he'll be back in two minutes.

-

v.

It's been three years, and she hasn't given up on him.

After a day, she'd returned to her flat. But then an idea had hit her, and she'd paid her brother and James and Fred to help her build a little house by the lake.

She loved it there. She'd always loved the water, but now it was something more.

She waits for him, and every day before she leaves for work and after work she checks to see if he's back.

But the vworp of his box is never heard, but she doesn't give up.

-

vi.

It's a cold, winter day when he comes back, and Victoire's marking a tally mark on her wall - another year.

He hadn't gone back for three years.

And she tucks into bed, warm in her nightie and whispers, "Nox."

She's almost asleep when she hears it.

Vworp.

-

vii.

She pulls on a robe and hurries to the door.

She opens it, and Merlin, he's there, and Merlin, he hasn't aged a day.

He smiles at her, his smile so the same, his old-young eyes shining, and Oh, she thinks, They're beautiful.

He says, "I'm back."

She doesn't quite have the heart to tell him how late he is.

Instead, she says, "When are we leaving?"

He beams at her. "Whenever you'd like, Miss Weasley."

She smiles sleepily at him and stifles a yawn. "How's about morning?"

"Sounds good to me." He shrugs, and smiles at her.

"Would you like to stay overnight?" she asks. "I have an extra room."

"It's alright," he says. "I'll stay in the TARDIS."

"Well," she says, "Can I get you a cup of tea, then?"

-

viii.

They leave in the morning.

He promises her that when they come back, they can go back to that same day and to not worry.

She tells him that she's worried she'll miss her family too much.

He says he'll take her back whenever she wants to.

She says to leave before she changes her mind.

-

ix.

The first time they kiss, it's on the planet Barcelona.

There are dogs with no noses there.

It happens when they're in a sweet little pet shop in a small town, and Victoire's playing with a puppy - a puppy with no nose, mind you - and that's when he leans in and just kisses her.

She enjoys it. So does he.

She's fallen in love with him and he's fallen in love with her.

They're in love, and this time, the Doctor's not letting his love get away.

-

x.

The last time they kiss, they're at the Burrow.

Her grandparents are dead now - they're dead, dead, dead, dead - and oh, she wishes she could spend more time with them. She wishes she'd gone back earlier.

He tells her that she can.

But somehow, she thinks that seeing them alive and happy will only make her sad.

(He knows she's right.)

That's when she tells him she's staying.

She's over Teddy and Dominique's pregnant with her second child - and oh, the first is named Victoire. She's ready to live her own life and she's ready to overcome everything life throws at her. She's all grown up, and he sees that's she's become one of the most magnificent women to ever live.

He tells her he loves her and she tells him the same.

They both lean in this time, and they know it'll be the last time.

-

Every story ends with an ending, and theirs ends in heartbreak. He'd healed a part of her that'd been broken, and he remembers a time when everything was perfect. (hide spoiler)]

No Sympathy
For those people WHO I HATE. I dunno if it can be considered a poem... I suppose some might call it a free verse.

Just can't see myself letting go
And I know whose fault it is
Go ahead, just do it to me
Antagonize me, make me a jerk
I really don't care anymore
You took something from me
And you can't give it back
You could at some point,
But you didn't give it back
(That's kind of the point
That's why I'm writing now)
And you should know that
I'm perfectly happy without
You and your sick being
Because now I'm happy
(And if you can guess what,
You're not there, either
That's kind of why I'm happy)
I don't care if you make me
I don't care if this is totally
Just me being a brat
(Kind of like always)
But you went too far, you know
Stepped over the line
(You know this already
And I bet that's why you did it)
But I just don't bleeping care
Not about how this makes you feel
You ruin it, you pay for it
If no one told you that's how things work,
I did just now because it's obvious
Obvious that you should know
You ruined it, now you're paying
And I feel no sympathy

Intertwined
A something. I don't know. I felt like writing. It's a poem, I guess.

looking into eyes,
hands intertwined

seeing into lives,
two intertwined

(what could make them pull apart?)

(you know what could)

burning, glaring eyes
no longer intertwined

hating, horrid lives
no longer intertwined

(who could have seen it coming?)

(you saw it coming)

soft and sorry eyes
wanting intertwined

wishing, pining lives
needing intertwined

(when did this start again?)

(deep down you knew it would)

happy, gazing eyes
now intertwined

lovely, content lives
again intertwined

(who could be happier than them?)

(if they're happy, why does it hurt you so much?)

envious, jealous eyes
hands wishing to be intertwined

a sad, lonely life
wanting to be intertwined

(they're so perfect together, aren't they? nothing can keep them apart)

(that's kind of your problem)

Sorting
I saw this on my Tumblr dashboard and fell in love instantly.






Rose Tyler = Gryffindor
Donna Noble = Gryffindor
Amy Pond = Gryffindor
Martha Jones = Ravenclaw
Mickey Smith =Hufflepuff
Rory Williams = Hufflepuff
Jack Harkness = Slytherin
River Song = Slytherin

Hero
Bleh.

how much would you give to save the world?

(do you just want to be a "hero"?)

how much would you give for another soul?

(do you just want to be a "hero"?)

how much would you give to save an enemy?

(do you just want to be a "hero"?)

how much do you want to be known?

(do you just want to be a "hero"?)

you say you would, but you wouldn't give up much

(you just want to be a "hero")

you say you would, but you wouldn't save them

(you just want to be a "hero")

you say you would, but you'd never save the enemy

(you just want to be a "hero")

how much would it take you to realize there's more to being a hero?

(you just want to be a "hero")

but how much would it take you to know that there's more?

(more than being called "hero")

don't you know that not everyone dreams of fame?

(but you think everyone wants to be "hero")

some die in battle, and they don't think "i will be remembered"

(and that's the real kind of hero)

Looking in a Mirror
...

someone looking right back at you.

but looking at them, you see.

they're not you.

a clever clone.

not really you.

not even close.

just a look-alike.

they stole your face.

you should be angry.

but you see on that face.

they look sad.

so, so sad.

and you feel bad.

and then you realize this person is you.

Happy
For EJ, who made me feel better when I felt so alone.

happy.

glad.

joyful.

thankful.

i'm
beginning
to
wonder
why
all
of
these
feelings
feel
so

fresh

new

bright.

seeing
and
maybe
a
bit
of
believing

(but
this
time
i'm
kind
of
glad
i
believe)

and

so

so

happy.

Believing
"if you just believe..."

looking
seeing

but am i
believing?

i want to
believe it

with all of
my heart

i wish
i was

wanted
needed
accepted

and this
this tells
me that
i am

but now
to believe

it seems
so far off

so far
away

i don't
know if

it's really
the truth

oh, but
i want
it to be

i want
it to be

the truth
so so bad

i want
i just want
i want

to
believe

A World
I want. Is that so wrong?

i want to live
in a world
where i'm accepted
for who i am
no one tells me
that i'm not right
i'm alway good
always right
always special
always me
and loved
loved, so loved
for being me

i want to live
in a world
where values
still matter
where i can
trust and know
that they're
telling the
real truth
and everyone
loves me
because i can
be honest

i want to live
in a world
where no one
cares about
how you look
where every
single person
is so beautiful
and everyone
is loved so
so much love
and so much
that it counts

i want to live
in a world
where i can
i can be me
and where you
you can be you
and i will
be loved
and you will
be loved
and for once
everyone will
fit in so

i want to live
in a world
where it's not
such a puzzle
everyone knows
knows their place
no one's lost
nobody's corrupt
and everybody
cares about
everybody and
it's easy to be
who you are

Lost
Well...

you're lost, aren't you?

(kind of, it's hard to tell)

isn't it always hard to tell?

(yeah, yeah it is)

do you need help out?

(no, no help)

and are you okay?

(of course, i'm always okay)

are you sure about that?

(i'm perfectly fine)

[but you wish they hadn't walked away]

[but you wish you hadn't pushed them away]

[because you're not okay]

☆ Kat ☆ Bad Wolf wrote: "Happy
For EJ, who made me feel better when I felt so alone.

happy.

glad.

joyful.

thankful.

i'm
beginning
to
wonder
why
all
of
these
feelings
feel
so

fresh

new

bright.

seeing
and
maybe
a
bi..."

((AND I STILL ♥ THIS POEM, BTW)) :P

((And I still ♥ you for bringing me out of what I wasn't strong enough to overcome myself.))

When I'm sad and in need of smiling, I simply Google image some things...

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THAT HAIR.

Just seeing him in a 50's pompadour makes my day, because I erupt in giggles. Ah. The cure to anything.

/rose must have made him do his hair like that and oh my goodness i miss rose but she's off with mittens in pete's world and oh my goodness the feels this gives me

Oh my goodness...I'm speechless.

I know, right? That 50's pompadour just makes my day, I mean, you can't look at that without either cracking up, or being absolutely horrified (or both). It's funny, so I look at it when I need to smile.

You just made MY day! And you´re right. My face can't really decide. Horrified? Laughing attack? Oh screw it, I will do both.
xD

I know right? I mean, I love looking at that lovely face all day, but with that hair, I just can't stop laughing.

Seriously! I burst out laughing when I saw them, but at the same time I was like O.o this is torture!

I wonder how they told him. Were they like, "Hey David, this episode's in the 50s, so you're going to have a pompadour, okay?"

break, shatter
I don't know.

no one sees
this girl break

(quiet, quiet, quiet)

no one sees
this girl shatter

(alone, alone, alone)

no one sees
this girl cry

(nobody, nobody, nobody)

no one sees
this girl die

(silence, silence, silence)

I like it. It's short, simple and to the point.

(and I can see that you like parentheses)

I do like parentheses. A lot.

Haha nice. I either like lots of punctuation, or none at all.

Usually in my poetry the only punctuation I use is apostrophes. And commas.

like it's invisible, people move by the old police box
Written for school, we're in the poetry unit. The first thing I thought of. Does my life revolve around Doctor Who? Maybe.

Blue like the painted wood, the bluest blue you’ve ever seen,
Worn and slightly singed like it’s caught on fire, like rage and storm,
Cool to touch like a cold day, blistering wind making snow drifts atop,
Door creaks like it hasn’t been oiled, worn and used, but not in a while,
Paint tastes like chipped, dirty lacquer when licked, to see if tongue will stick,
It smells like something old and vintage, sort of timeless, in some ways,
And it looks like it’s so out-of-date, and in a way it is, to these new people,
Feels smooth but rough like antique wood, chipping paint, old and new,
Like it’s invisible, people move by the old blue police box.

The Bumpy Fact of Living
Ugh. Another simile poem.

Quiet as a whispering conscience,
Blind as a blunt mistake,
Wise as the ticking clock,
High as the most honored honor,
Strong as one’s free will,
Busy as a wanted attention,
Sick as simply being conscious,
Smart as thoughtful silence,
American as the freedom of freedom,
Happy as a flattering complement,
Slow as mourning sets in,
Stubborn as one’s imagination,
Sweet as love as love itself,
Nutty as the bumpy fact of living.

Self-Portrait Poem
Good Lord, I hate these. Makes me sound really egotistical.

Kat
Determined worker, aspiring author, opinionated individual, irrational imagination
Who cares about fictional characters and the world of make-believe
Who intends to one day voice her opinion to the world and take a stand
Who wants to be known as the girl who proved herself to the world
Who wants to be respected for being myself and being different
Who fears gas-masked children and the dark and most of all, rejection
Who wants others to understand her motives in life and actions
Who gives her words for something powerful and changing
Who dreams of being accepted by the people around her and the impossible
Who believes in the words of Russell T. Davies, “Never say never ever.”

But they give us the childish poems to write. Similes. Self-Portrait poems. At least last year we had to do a limerick!

Not a Lie or a Complete Truth
Not a Masquerade or Someone Else
A fill-in-the-blank for school.


Not a lie or a complete truth.


I give you an opinion.
It is a knife wrapped in sugar coating.
It promises change
like the stunning shatter of your façade.


Here.
It will defy you with strength
like a warrior of words.
It will make your perfect mask
just an empty mask, a shell.


I am trying to be me.


Not a masquerade or someone else.


I give you an opinion.
Its harsh content will linger in your mind,
blunt and honest
as we are,
for as long as we are.


Take it.
Its shattering reality will bring you back to life,
if you like.
Thoughtful.
Its scent will cling to your mind,
cling on to your thoughts.

Masks
I haven't written fun poetry in a while... so I thought I'd write this, 'cause the idea had been in my head for a while.


It’s a brand new day
in an ordinary life.

A clean slate.
A new start.

Go through all the choices
before you choose for now.

Your own little cabinet;
it’s full of your masks.
Today which one?

You can be happy or
completely depressed.

You can be easygoing
or downright annoyed.

You can be energetic
or you can be sluggish.

You can be you or you
can be someone else.

So be careful;
choose wisely.

This is your mask
for the day.

Bad Wolf (Kat) wrote: "Masks
I haven't written fun poetry in a while... so I thought I'd write this, 'cause the idea had been in my head for a while.


It’s a brand new day
in an ordinary life.

A clean slate.
A new star..."

Did you read my version of this? It's similar but different. I think you'll like it if you haven't read it yet. =)

Oh, haha, I didn't.

But I shall.

Cool, read Reality too. =)

So... I've actually started making - GASP - graphics, because I was bored last night, so my brain went, "What the heck?" and I made some. They're Doctor Who... and I don't know how to use GIFs in them, and they're done kind of sloppily on Picnik (because Photoshop is on the desktop, not my mom's laptop), so... they're kind of stupid-looking.

Come What May
Storms may gather, and stars may collide, but I love you until the end of time; come what may, come what may, I will love you until my dying day...






(I actually like how this set turned out.)

(Here it is as a GIF)

cute :) (I know its DW. But I still like the Quote)

It's from Come What May from Moulin Rouge.

Voices
Written for a prompt on another site.

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Victoire hears voices in her head.

Most people call her mad. And she is. She's sixteen years old, and completely mad. Mental. She's always been this way. She hears things that other people don't hear. She hears these voices in her head. Sometimes they try and tell her what to do. Sometimes they're polite. And they all have names, you know. She names them all, names every single distinct voice in her head. She names them after people who died in the war, because she thinks that this is what they would sound like. One that sounds particularly like her Uncle George with an odd sense of humor, she refers to as "Uncle Fred." Sometimes she has a nice mind-chat with these people. She likes to ask 'Nymphadora' for advice and 'Mad-Eye' helps her with her instincts. She thinks it's a blessing.

And it's kind of nice.

Until she gets older and people know, and Oh my God, that Weasley girl is a freak, and the voices get louder and louder and it's really overwhelming, and suddenly this isn't a blessing anymore, it's a curse.

And she can't get rid of it.

So she spends nights in the Commons crying herself to sleep, because the other girls don't want her up in the dormitories, because she's a freak. During the day when the Commons are full and bustling, she banishes herself to the darkest, loneliest corner of the library, or does her work on the bed with the curtains drawn.

It's a normal day for her now, and she's curled up on the armchair in her pyjamas, and she sniffles, drawing a throw blanket around her short, slender body. She grips a small stuffed dog in one hand, Padfoot, she'd named it, after the brave Animagus in her beloved Uncle Harry's stories. She holds it close to her chest.

She can't fall asleep.

She can't usually. She's not only hearing voices of the dead, but she also is an insomniac. Lovely.

She believes what they say.

She's a freak.

She stares at the flickering, warm, inviting flame of the fireplace. Inviting to everybody but her. To her, it's frightening. She's always been afraid of fire. But it keeps her warm at the same time, so she's placed herself strategically in the armchair that is the farthest away from the fire that still gets the heat.

And then he's there.

Anyone but him, she thinks, squeezing her eyes shut. He was supposed to be my best friend.

"I'm sorry for what I said," he says, sitting down on the sofa, his finger tracing circles on the armrest.

"I know," she says.

His apologies don't make it better. (hide spoiler)]

Doctor Who stuff as far as graphics and GIFs go, the prompt was Harry Potter Next-Gen.

So, you know how you're obsessed with Dr. Who...
I think my track coach looks like the one you are in love with, lol. I would not have realized that without you. :D

EJ, Zombie, Stronghammer wrote: "So, you know how you're obsessed with Dr. Who...
I think my track coach looks like the one you are in love with, lol. I would not have realized that without you. :D"

Um... I'm not in love with David Tennant. I just happen to think he's a very good person, even in the midst of media. He seems to be very gracious and thankful and stuff, and he seems normal, compared to what kind of lunatics we have in the States. And I happen to think he's attractive. But so do a lot of other people.

sтερн ._. wrote: "I understand THAT. I'm just confused as to who "he" is?"

Teddy Lupin. The prompt was Teddy and Victoire, Voices. :)

This is something I wrote a while ago... and a drawing to go with it...



This is me. An empty frame; a blank canvas. To you it matters not what I look like, nor who I am. How you see me is how you percieve me to be. I am yours to interpret while I begin to fade into the white background and you cover my identity with masks and facades of who I am not, who I cannot be, who I will never be; and you fill your mind with ideals into which I cannot - do not - fit. That's alright; I would not have missed knowing any of you to the world. You judge me, you bring me darkness; yet with darkness comes light and I am content, I am strong, I am me because of you. I am who you think me to be, yet I cannot be who you think me to be. I am a canvas; not quite plain; look, I have tears and rips; they are my scars of pain.

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