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Rhys is there, but not here anymore. I know he might come back, but I'll miss having him in the same space I'm in, where I can see him instead of just knowing he's somewhere else.

But I know if he knew me now he wouldn't hate me or want me to go away, so it isn't as bad as it might be.

I'd still like to be sad for a little while though, I think.

So I was thinking about Tommy's stupid post and how people kind of liked it. And then I found this post and figured whatever.

Malia Hale has a reputation for a remarkable talent at intimidating people. Additionally, she possesses the power to read the memories of others, however she must speak words of power to do so. Malia Hale is known for her marvelous knack at fighting in the dark and she is able to communicate with sloths in any language. She resists assailants wielding an accurate stinger that also grants a startling combat sense and she developed the talent to make hats appear from nowhere. Lamentably, Malia Hale is infamous for being woefully unskilled at seduction.

Someone please remind me not to get curious about what's going on back home again or click on articles about my 'relaunch'.

I was just thinking I needed a holiday but this... Oh, this is brilliant is what it is. Alternate worlds brought together without disrupting the flow of time. Of course you were all taken here against your will and we can't have that. Not even in a lovely pocket universe like this one. Should probably get on fixing that.

Hello, I'm the Doctor.

Alright, so I'm not going to get sappy about this, but it's my husband's birthday today. And he means the world to me. So... Happy birthday, you mad, wonderful, lovely, brilliant, sexy Centurion. I adore you in this and every universe.

( Selfie! )

With the lack of anything better to do I was diddling on the internet and stumbled on this...

Anders Johnson is made of words, frowns, and honesty. With a dash of Photoshop.
http://en.shindanmaker.com/219278

Complete bull shit obviously, although surprisingly accurate. Wondered if it hit the nail on the head for anyone else?

Three years ago today, I met the love of my life. Of course, he didn't know that then. And I guess I didn't know how things would go then either. But I did love him instantly. How could I not? He was perfect and wonderful and had perfect hair and a perfect smile with perfect teeth like a military cemetery. He was a scientist and he was easily the most fascinating person I ever met. I have to admit, I wasn't entirely smooth. I'm often not smooth. Also, three years ago today, we discovered there was a vast, underground civilization miles beneath the earth, below the pin retrieval area of lane 5 at the Desert Flower Bowling Alley and Arcade Fun Complex. And the Dog Park, which no one can enter or look at or think about and which contains numerous hooded figures who are also not to be looked at or thought about, opened. It was an exciting day.

Two years ago today, I started dating the love of my life. This was, of course, after he nearly died in an attack by the vast underground city...which was actually a very tiny city ten feet below the earth inhabited by tiny people who worship a god called Huntokar. Or I guess we didn't actually start dating in the sense of going on dates until a month after that, but that night he let me know that he returned my affections. Also, shortly after that, we ended up here in Storybrooke. It was an adjustment, to be sure. Storybrooke is so very strange compared to my home. The schoolboard doesn't even have a glowing cloud that throws down dead animals as a member, and there are no mysterious lights or ominous hooded figures. And people seem to think Lee Marvin is dead. But we made it work.

One year ago today...well, really two entirely different things happened one year ago today, but such is the reality of being taken to another dimension. At home, in Night Vale, we overthrew the sinister corporatic regime of Strexcorp Synernists Incorporated, with the help of the massive winged figures all named Erika, with a K, who are definitely not angels, a masked army from a desert otherworld, my friend and former intern Dana and the pre-teen band of vigilantes led by Tamika Flynn. The man I love was trapped in the same desert otherworld the masked army came from after he saved the town. And Dana became the new mayor after an election in which she did not run, defeating Hiram McDaniels, the literal five-headed dragon, and the Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in Your Home. It was an eventful day, but also a sad one. And a year ago here, I married the love of my life. That was an infinitely happier day.

And today, on this day now, while much is happening back home, I'm sure, I am happy to know that I have been married to Carlos, the perfectly imperfect love of my life, for a year. Meanwhile, back home, I'm sure many things are happening that are amazing or terrifying or some mixture of the two. I'm sure people are living and dying existing somewhere between those two. I'm sure Carlos and I both are doing at least one of those things, perhaps in different places or times or both, but perhaps reunited. Even as our lives take two very different paths, here and there or there plural, I can hold on to all the good we've had together.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love my husband. And that June 15 is and always will be a wonderful and special day to me. And that the universe is a wildly unpredictable and frequently horrifying place with no rhyme or reason and no clear path, so we should all really just hold on to the things we have and hope that the future is less horrifying than it could be. Enjoy your lives and hold on to what and who you love, because life is short and awful and beautiful and frequently on fire. And at any moment you could die. Any given moment your life could end, most likely in a horrible accident with a bandsaw.

A town full of people from different worlds, magic and powers that make no sense, no ability to leave, and a lot of good looking people, some of which seem to like to run a lot.

It just still feels wrong for there not to be a Doctor around, doesn't it?

Has anyone done any kind of study on how improbable it is that the curse/spell/magic/term of choice seems to grab only the attractive?

Not that I'm complaining. It just seems unlikely.

Okay, anyone with a thing for crafts who knits, hit me with links to stuff about learning to knit. I've got youtube tutorials, needles, and yarn, and that's about it.

Everyone who knows me and is laughing, get it over with now.

I don't get how shooting deadly sharp objects at things is easier than using not-that-deadly things to knit.

I'm not certain what to make of this place. Everything is too big, and nothing familiar is here in my room. The Maker is still silent, and does not give any answers.

Though, it is good to see old friends that I haven't seen in awhile, and even odd to hear that people I was speaking to before finding myself here have been here for some time.

Though, there are some rather interesting clothes here, and the shoes. Maker's breath, the shoes.

I am not easily surprised, nor is time jumping necessarily new to me, but world jumping, that's a bit shakier.

My name is Dr. Helen Magnus, and I hear there are many extraordinary people here.

I hated this place on principle when I first got here. But after being stuck here for a while, its grown on me, in small ways. There's not much I miss about home, but home wasn't very welcoming for me when I came from. It was mostly made up of a few small rooms and a firmly locked door.

I hadn't expected to actually miss anything from there, but oddly, I do miss my sister. Much to my surprise.

But the best part of this place is the freedom. People say whatever they want. Even when it would probably be smarter not to, they still can say it.

What does everyone else miss most from their home? Or like the best here?

Yes, people from low-food worlds. I know the food is good.

Sometimes it's easier to tell the happy from the sad back where I was than here. There were more people closer together, but the people had more of the same starts. The stories are so different here. The moments have no context until I look and then I don't always understand the same way.

I don't understand when they're afraid to be happy here in case it goes away when they're not here anymore, either. They'll still have had it now. There will be something somewhere that remembers even if they don't.

I heard a song and now it's always in my head. I'd like it to stop sometimes.

The Iron Bull has been sad. I'd like to find him a dragon.

So where's the fun to be had around here? A girl can't live off spirits alone.


.... well, I suppose she could, but that's not the point!

Rory

Someone may or may not have found a policewoman outfit while shopping today. It's not like my old outfit, but there are handcuffs! And... I may have already accidentally handcuffed myself. Could you find me the keys? They are surprisingly strong for fake cuffs!

So... I watched our show, or at least the episodes with me in them and the ones after. And here's what I've noticed:

1) My husband is hotter than anyone ever. The. End.

2) The Doctor is an idiot when I'm not around.

3) He was always an idiot even before I knew him.

4) He admits to it eventually, which is refreshing.

4) He's Scottish now because of me. You're welcome, universe.

5) This hurts more than I'm willing to admit.

I don't understand. I've seen enough of the world. I was done.

I know what I've been told but I don't want this. I don't.

So fucking bored. Tell me something I don't know. Or buy me beer. Or offer to spar with me.

I think it's been long enough that we can all put that movie behind us and say, yes, it was pretty bad. As much as I'd love to live in a world where I just watched Captain America punch people for a few minutes I can't.

Instead of focusing on bad media representations of lives let's enjoy the good ones. Or the ones that are so bad they lead to good moments. Like Spider-man cartoons. Or terrible Punisher movies that just lead to an annoyed Frank swearing when movie!Frank sits down to have dinner with people Frank was urging him, unsuccessfully because it's a movie, to punch.

We all have something to be embarrassed about or not feel too good about. For example, Frank pointed out that ( this happened. )

WHERE IS MY WIFE?

The last time I was in Maine, I got seafood, rug burn, and third degree burns. I'd say not necessarily in that order, but I think that was how it went.

So far, this is proving a little different. The nuns are a nice touch. Not so crazy about how there's no exit sign, but nothing's perfect.

Nice to meet you, Storybrooke.

Well, this is a place I'd certainly thought I'd never see again.

I must say, these devices are fascinating.

I'm Alice. Now, does anyone know where I can maybe procure a crib and some baby things? I have my infant daughter with me, and I'm afraid that this whole thing caught me somewhat unprepared.

So from my understanding over the time I've spent on Miss Simmons' couch is...pretty much the basics of this place. Alternate universe, my-life-is-a-tv-show I think worse things have happened. Like the voice on this thing that reads back everyone's posts to me. But from what I can tell...the biggest worry in this place is where the bar is and what is going on in everyone's show that I'm not all too worried about anything else. Or trying not to be. I'm Matt Murdock. I'll find my way around this place in no time, just need to get a start.

I think it'll start with not sleeping on Jemma's sofa and finding a place to live.

Sucked through a portal. Vortex manipulator fried. No idea how to get back. Stuck in a world with actual magic and the promise of quite a bit of confusion and danger.

I must say, I haven't had this much fun since...honestly, I can't remember when I last had this much fun. It's like Christmas come early.

Sweetie, you must be about somewhere. There's no way you'd miss out on this much trouble, even if you are trying to behave yourself. Come on then, front and center.

In the event you're not paying attention, which wouldn't surprise me in the slightest, could someone point me in the direction of the Doctor?

WHERE IS MY HUSBAND?

I need to find a late-night place for pizza.

Or milkshakes.

Or pie.

Or all three.

( Amy Pond )

Are you still interested in adopting the baby? I know your husband left and I don't blame you if you changed your mind...

I just need to know.

( Mayor Mills )

Hello. My name is Juno...

I am sixteen and pregnant. Christ that sounds like a bad reality television show.

I think I have someone willing to adopt the baby. How would we go about doing that?

Also, if she decides not to...

How would I find adoptive parents for the baby?

Rory Williams, I do not appreciate you leaving me here alone just before our anniversary.  I know you're with me, back then, but-

Carlos and I are finally married. I'm now, officially, Cecil Gershwin Palmer-TheScientistMendoza. And I have to say, I could not be happier.

The ceremony was lovely, even if there was some confusion over the incorporation of bloodstone circles. Dana, Amy, it was so great having the both of you there.

We went for pie at the diner, rather than having a reception. Then Carlos and I did what all married couples do. We went out to the park to stare into the void and scream in existential terror. And that was beautiful, because in that moment we were terrified together. And then we had sex. Because obviously. I mean can you blame me? Have you seen Carlos? And he's my husband now!

It was wonderful. And it will continue to be wonderful because how could it possibly ever cease to be so.

Well met Storybrooke. I, Arthur Pendragon write here to inform you of an upcoming event.

My lady Guinevere and I wish to hold a gathering in celebration of our marriage and you are all invited to attend.

It is nothing so formal of course, anyone may join us - we know so few here that a lively occasion would be most difficult to otherwise hold. For all the strange magic and difficult departures this world seems to offer so regularly, we should like to counter it with some merriment for all to enjoy. I hope it may also give us the opportunity to know better those here.

The gathering will be held in the local park, from midday on the 28th of this month, June. Whilst we might not be able to hold a royal feast, we still hope to provide some food and drink for our guest, as well as the opportunity to dance as one might see at a royal court. If there is interest enough we plan to offer lessons shortly beforehand, the steps are quite simple.

Though perhaps, as we have neither musicians, nor instruments to keep time to we may need some help in replicating such as best as we may with modern devices, if anyone might be knowledgable?

There is no need to reply here, if you wish to attend, simply join us on the day. However you are most welcome to leave notice here if you would like to, or have something to ask. If anyone wishes to aid us holding the event, they are also welcome to, but by no means is anyone obligated.

I'm getting married in two weeks!

I'm so excited. I've been marking every day off my calendar. I know that's silly, since time isn't real, and concepts like "days" and "weeks" are really relative. Still, I'm really excited about the eventuality.

I mean, I'm sure everyone already knows this. I might have mentioned it once or twice a broadcast on the radio. But it's still nice to say it here.

( Carlos )

How is my perfect and wonderful fiance today?

When do I get to go home? Mark and Vanessa are going to think I bailed.

And I really don't want to have the baby here.

It isn't every day one finds a magical portal through an underground bunker in New Jersey. Hello, then. Storybrooke seems a rather picturesque and sleepy town. Of course, seems can be quite deceiving in a world which offers the likes of time and space travel as an regular and ongoing occurrence. I suppose I'll just have to get used to it.

The name is Carter. And if it's all the same, I'd be glad to get to know you a little more.

I was expecting more bbq related injuries to come into the hospital today, but there were only about two. Not that I wanted anyone to get hurt, but holidays are usually the time when most injuries happen.

Hey, okay. Two questions.

One, what do you people do for money around here? Is there like a displaced residents charity fund or something?

And two, is the...having someone who looks exactly like you walking around thing normal? Or did I just get sucked into yet another bad remake of Invasion of the Body Snatchers?

Today's National Nurses Day, which means there's flowers and balloons at the Nurses' Stations and cake and other things in the break room. I've never worked at a hospital that made such a fuss over it before.

So this is.... nice? I assume, having never actually been to America before. Seen it on tv, obviously, but that all tends to be cities, which this clearly is not. (Not that I think tv is in any way accurate. I think half of those cities are actually Canadian, for starters, and also no one ever says goodbye before hanging up the phone, which is a bit rude.) Very quaint though, 7/10. Good small town vibe without being overly urban legend creepy.

Uh, not sure if it shows my name on here, sorry. Ianto. It's said exactly how it's spelled, before anyone asks.

I've been here for almost a year now, but there are still things that I miss about my old life. Is that the right term? I'm not entirely sure. Either way, aside from before meeting The Doctor, this is the longest I've ever been in one place. I don't think I'll ever not miss traveling in the TARDIS with Amy and The Doctor. I'm just grateful that Amy is here and that we're together.

I thought maybe he'd show back up. Guess not.

The Doctor's gone. The one in the bow tie, for anyone that knew him or talked to him. He left me behind. AGAIN

Anyone up for a drink? I've got somethings on my mind I really don't want to think about.

I miss my daughter.  They took everything her from me at Demon's Run, and she was raised by strangers who only saw her as the means to the Doctor's an end.   I never got to be the mum I wanted to be, and now I never will.  It's not fair to anyone.  Not to Melody, not to me, and definitely not to Rory.  I hate it.  I hate them.  And I hate this bloody truth field.

Has it truly only been a day? It feels like so much longer.

But then, I suppose that as much as it's been a day, it's also been six and a half months.

Well, all of that is assuming that time is real, and we all know it isn't. Still, this is almost as bad as that time that eons on the subway turned out to only be four minutes.

It was nice to go home, though I find I strangely missed this place in some ways. Night Vale certainly has its charms, namely Carlos, but I really do like it here even though this place rarely makes any sort of sense.

You know, I was looking forward to a Valentine's Day that wasn't horrifying, violent and bloody. It just felt like it would be a nice change. Something different. From what everyone said, Valentine's outside of Night Vale is sweet and romantic.

But...I don't know. Mostly it's just lonely. And depressing. I think I would take horror and bloodshed and overwhelming existential terror over this.

But maybe I'm just being maudlin.

I miss Carlos.

I also miss having an intern. But that's a little different.

Wait...what?

This isn't what was supposed to happen at all.

Huh. That is different, isn't it?

Seems to have stopped the regeneration I really was trying NOT to be vain

Where did I drop that bowtie

So...Storybrooke. Magical little town people can't leave that brings people through portals.

Isn't that lovely.

Walking home tonight, after my shift, I almost slipped on a patch of ice a block away from my apartment. If I'd slipped I most likely would have fallen on my arse and with my luck I probably would have broken my tailbone. Imagine working at the hospital then being brought into the ER not even twenty minutes later. I'm just glad I managed not to fall.

I really thought nothing could be worse than Dana disappearing back through a portal to a plane of existence not aligned in space and time.

I was mistaken.

Carlos being taken back through a portal is infinitely worse.

Even cat videos don't help.

I fear for him if he's where I'm not

That very, very awkward moment when you're watching the Super Bowl and are mentally comparing everything to rugby.

Ianto Jones, I blame you.

I think, at long last, I've finally gone native.

And I don't even live there any more.

Shit.

Right then. Hello. I'm The Doctor. Some of you know this, some of you don't. Been a bit quiet for awhile -- I know, I know, I'm never quiet and, to those of you who know me, that's probably been nice. But. Yes. Busy. I'm good at busy. Very good at busy. Not so good at cooking I've discovered.

I figured it couldn't hurt to come here and ask but, nobody's seen a blue police box just lying around anywhere have they? I haven't seen it in quite some time, so I doubt it, but I don't really think it could hurt to ask.

( Filtered to Jack, Ianto, Rory, Amy, and Barbra Gordon )

I've been returned to normal now, that was wholly an unpleasant experience. I hope this has ended for everyone else now too.


[Merlin & Morgana]
I trust you two are done laughing at my expense?


[Law enforcement staff]
I apologise for my unannounced absence at the station, I'm afraid my younger self rather had his mind set on returning to Camelot, despite what anyone said. Were any of your effected too?

Show of hands if you're an adult who got turned into a kid or teenager and are much happier now that you're an adult again. Being fifteen for a second time was just too weird. I mean, yes, I don't look that much older than when I was fifteen and everyone thinks I'm seventeen, but there's a big difference mentally between fifteen and twenty four. At least there was for me.

[There's a gigantic head in the centre of town. HAVE FUN WITH THAT GUYS.]

Oh, isn't this place... quaint.

My wife as a child is the strangest thing in the world. And I've seen a lot of strange things. I hope this thing ends soon.