The "Be Careful What You Wish For" Meme

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Everyone has something they wish for. If we didn't have desires, we wouldn't have hearts. Sometimes we want mundane things: a turkey sandwich sounds pretty good right about now. And sometimes we want impossible things: if only I could make her love me.

Just for today, your heart's desires are granted. Maybe it has something to do with that monkey paw you found at a flea market. Perhaps you've gone on an expedition and returned with some rusty old lamp. It could be a wish on a shooting star, an extinguished birthday candle, or even the work of a good old-fashioned Faery Godparent. Whatever's caused this sudden change in your luck, one thread holds true. It turned out wrong.

Now, your crush loves you so much she's stalking you. You can turn objects into gold with a touch, but all the food turns inedible on your tongue. Everyone's left you alone to read, but you've just broken your glasses. The sandwich is a little dry.

Can you handle getting what you want?
Thread around and find out.

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ASKCASNJ I LOVE ME SOME TEXT.

[aintno_grave]

[Wow. So how does this work? The whole 'your-past-self-granting-you-a-wish'... thing? Because there really isn't any other word to describe it. It's a thing; a very big thing, yeah? He's pretty sure he was taught something about this back in the Academy. But he was never a good student, barely a decent student anyways, so he's just going to cock right through this.

That's always been his motto to life, hasn't it?

But what is it that he wants exactly? That's the question of the hour. Never mind the whole, 'is it legit? is this fake' problem because who can he trust more than himself?

He's got so many wants, so many wishes -- and a great deal of them has to do with his former companions --, but he has so many companions, so many lives to try to mend that he couldn't possibly split up one wish amongst them all (even if he did do something extraordinarily clever). But, then... there's a little voice in his head, a little, tiny, nagging voice (that sounds like it's a combination of Susan, Sarah Jane, Romana, Peri, Ace, Rose, Donna, and River) telling him to do something for himself. He's saved the universe numerous of times, and at a great loss to himself sometimes, so he needs, should do something for himself, no matter how selfish it may seem to him.

Which brings him back to the original question: what does he want? It isn't anybody he wants: he wants what he was used to: he wants the old world back. He's always had that wanting, he supposes, that need, but, perhaps it was just a touch of yearning at times; vague, like a breeze among flowers.

Yes, that it's. He wants the Time Lords back. Not the Time Lords towards the end of the War, when bitterness, hate, and fear had taken hold and the Could've Been King, his Army of Meanwhiles and Neverweres, and the Nightmare Child walked. But the Time Lords at their glory days, when they could stir their fingers into whole worlds, stars, without the risk of interfering or destroying. More than anything, he wants not to be alone anymore. He's tired of being the last of his kind, he's tired of having to give up so much for so little. No more Pyrrhic victories for him, thanks. There always comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one's work, and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart, so what he's asking for is:

Bring the Time Lords back.]

[rude_not_ginger]

[He doesn't really have to ask, does he? He knows what it's like to be alone, he knows what it's like to gaze at his race with rose-coloured lenses and beg for their return. Anyone's return, just so he isn't alone.

There are consequences to this wish. He knows them. He's pretty sure that his future self knows them, too.]

Are you sure this is what you want?

[There's a buzz of electricity and he fades out---]

2/2

[the_first_doctor]

[And another Doctor appears. This is the Doctor from when the Time Lords were at their height of power.

He lets out a sad sigh and puts his hand to his lapel.]

Tell me, boy, do you remember what it was like? To be exiles?

ONE!

[aintno_grave]

[Before he can answer Ten, his first regeneration appears.]

Yes, I remember each and everyday of it.

[He may not remember his name at times, but he can never forget those days.]

*bows*

[the_first_doctor]

So you know that when they return, you will just go back to being me.

[aintno_grave]

And what's wrong with that? I enjoyed being you. Yeah, you were old and crotchety, but I'd trade that, and more, to not be alone anymore.