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gallifreyanhotfive · 3 months
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I want to know what Eight and River were getting up to when they thought Helen and Liv weren't looking just as much as I want to know what Helen and Liv were getting up to when they thought Eight and River weren't looking
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ceridwyn2 · 4 months
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Favourite WLW Love Stories, wherein:
a) both characters are 40+ and/or 50+ (I am including Hospital Central’s Maca & Esther here, because even though they were in their 30s when the relationship started, they were in their 40s when the series finished and they were together)
b) love stories are successful (even if the series ended but they were still together when it did). Honourable mentions available for ones that were almost fully successful, but soaps…so stuff doesn’t last forever.
c) can be from any country (list the country, and directions to YT clips if you can)
d) drama / romance / comedy / police procedural / hospital drama / soap, etc.
Some of my favourites include:
Hospital Central - Maca/Esther (Spain)
Holby City - Bernie/Serena (United Kingdom)
Hotel Mondial - Eva/Uli (Germany) - new favourite
Star Trek Picard - Seven of Nine/Raffi (United States)
Guiding Light - Olivia/Natalia (United States)
Eastenders - Eve/Suki (United Kingdom)
Emmerdale -Charity/Vanessa (United Kingdom) - only because I’m holding out hope that Mack leaves/dies and Charity & Vanessa eventually make their way back together
Last Tango in Halifax - Caroline/Gillian (honestly even SW has said they’re soulmates, so I’m counting it)
Doctor Who [Big Finish Audio] - Liv/Helen - it counts.
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meluisart · 6 months
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riversofmars · 1 year
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Femslash February is here! And here is my contribution! The period military AU we deserve! Liv/Helen and Kate/Osgood in a military/Bletchley Park style setting. Honestly, very little to do with DW this one, can probably be read as an original tbh XD
Summary: When studying ancient languages and linguists, Helen Sinclair hadn't imagined taking her skills to an army base, but there she was. Everyone was doing their bit to help the war effort, and when she had been called upon to assist the special military branch UNIT with breaking codes, she could hardly refuse. Alongside another civilian specialist - the brilliant tech-whiz Petronella Osgood - she finds herself in the unfamiliar world of the military. Brigadier Kate Stewart turns out to be a kind, admirable leader and as Helen is eager to exceed expectations, she pushes herself above and beyond. When she collapses from exhaustion, she's taken to UNIT's medical officer.
Home Front - Part 1 of 28
Helen Sinclair looked dreadful at breakfast. Listlessly she pushed her spoon through her porridge without eating much at all. She didn’t feel like it. She pinched the bridge of her nose and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to fight the piercing headache that ran through her skull. It was no use. It had reached the point of making her feel sick, and the watery porridge, which was all military rations allowed for, was doing nothing to awaken her appetite. But at least she had food, she considered, as she scooped up a spoonful. A lot of the population had it far worse than her. It was one of the benefits of working for the military, even in a civilian capacity. Never in a million years had she expected to be eating her breakfast in the mess-hall of a military base and yet, here she was. So much for her father telling her that languages and linguistics were empty, vain pursuits…
“How much sleep did you get?” A voice cut through Helen’s thoughts, pulling her from her musings back to reality. The linguist startled, lost her grip on her spoon, and the piece of cutlery tumbled to the floor in a damning, metallic clunk. She looked up to find Petronella Osgood giving her a concerned frown as she slipped into the seat opposite her.
“I don’t have to answer that…” Helen mumbled, fishing for her spoon, effectively hiding from her room-mate’s scrutinising glance.
“You sleep even less than I do!” Osgood observed once the linguist straightened up again and placed the spoon next to her bowl. At least now she had an excuse to stop eating…
“Only because you fell asleep over your work last night…” Helen answered, rubbing her eyes.
“And I appreciate that you put a blanket around me, but that’s besides the point,” Osgood retorted pointedly. They had been sharing a room for some time now, two civilian specialists to help the special forces of UNIT. While their fields of expertise were vastly different, there was plenty they had in common to start building a friendship among the grim day-to-day and working tirelessly on carving out advantages for their soldiers. Helen was the language specialist, working on enemy codes and secret messages, whereas Osgood had the technical, scientific know-how none of the male UNIT staff could match. “When was the last time you had a decent night’s sleep?” The scientist inquired sternly.
“It’s just a lot. There is so much to do and I can feel that I’m getting close to something. Every day that passes without a breakthrough is another day that people die and I-” Helen rubbed her face, too tired to make up excuses. She knew Osgood understood her. They were in it together and she was grateful to have a friend to rely on.
“You can’t carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, Helen,” the scientist dropped her voice as a group of soldiers walked past, flashing them smiles that neither one of them cared for. It came with the territory of being the only civilian women on staff. “No-one is expecting you to either,” she carried on, trying to meet Helen’s eyes who was feigning interest in her breakfast once more. “We’re all doing our bit. You heard what the Brigadier said yesterday, we are making a difference.”
“She’s just trying to keep morale up,” the linguist gave a defeated sigh, burying her face in her hands. She took a deep breath. Kate Lethbridge-Stewart was an outstanding leader, smart, resourceful, confident… she easily commanded the attention of her troops, despite her gender, and Helen wished she could muster the same level of confidence and determination as her.
“Even so!” Osgood argued. “You’ll be no help to anyone if you work yourself into the ground.”
“I know, I know…” Helen sighed and folded her arms in front of her chest, leaning onto the table. Her neck ached from hours of hunching over her desk, her eyes burned from the strain of staying up all hours, and her brain was fried with exhaustion. She could see all the warning signs, felt them excruciatingly keenly, and yet she thought herself unable to eliminate the root cause. There were people relying on her. She couldn’t buckle under the pressure.
“Please, go back to bed,” Osgood reached across the table and touched her arm to refocus her wandering attention.
“I can’t. I’ve got so much to do. And besides-” Helen shook her head but her friend wouldn’t let her finish.
“You’re not a soldier, Helen,” she cut in decisively. “We are not soldiers. We’re here to support, we don’t have to abide by iron military rule,” she reminded her.
“I suppose not but… I just don’t want to disappoint,” Helen mumbled a confession as she was too tired to put up her walls of deflection. “To be thought of as capable enough to help is- I want to make good on that.” The Brigadier had placed a great deal of trust in her. She couldn’t let her down. Besides, she didn’t want to prove her father right. And if she failed and was the reason one of her brothers, who had been drafted into the war, lost their lives because she wasn’t quick enough to- She stopped herself from going down that terrifying road any further. She knew it was no good. All she could do was work her hardest. Her brothers were fine the last she had heard…
“And you will. But not if you collapse from exhaustion,” Osgood insisted.
“It’s easy for you, you’re just naturally brilliant, you just look at a piece of technology and know how it works. I, on the other hand-” Helen shook her head to herself. In her exhausted state, she was much more susceptible to the nagging doubts years of being told she wasn’t good enough had left on her.
“You are a linguistic genius,” the scientist implored her, and, instinctively, the linguist shook her head.
“You overestimate me. The Brigadier overestimates me and-” The frustration she was feeling with her lack of progress through the night became directed at herself.
“No. You underestimate yourself,” Osgood interrupted and Helen didn’t get the opportunity to argue back.
“Miss Sinclair?”
The linguist’s head snapped up, all traces of tiredness suddenly blown away, as Brigadier Lethbrige-Stewart walked towards their table. Quickly, Helen stood up and so did Osgood, as the head of UNIT came to stand in front of them. Helen wasn’t quite sure if they strictly had to stand to attention but it seemed like the right and natural thing to do. Kate Stewart's presence simply demanded something to that effect.
“Good morning, Ma’am,” Helen and Osgood spoke in perfect unison; their surroundings had certainly rubbed off on them over time.
“Please, no need for all that,” Kate answered with a trace of bemusement, but neither of them moved to sit down. The Brigadier seemed to realise as much as cut straight to business: “I was hoping you could give me an update on your progress later today, Miss Sinclair?”
“Yes, of course,” Helen nodded hurriedly, even as what little colour remained on her cheeks drained away. She had made some progress but not enough. The Brigadier surely expected a breakthrough and she simply couldn’t deliver, not yet. The linguist fought tears as she struggled with the disappointment she felt in herself and that surely, their commanding officer would as well. The prospect was terrifying. She had to go back to her work and try to come up with something helpful by the time she was asked to report.
“Wonderful, come and see me in my office at eleven. I have recruits to supervise and scare until then,” she gave a good-natured chuckle that would have put Helen right at ease had it not been for her mind already working feverishly on a particular cypher that she hadn’t been able to work out yet. Kate Stewart had never said an unkind word to her or anyone, which made the thought of disappointing her all the harder to bear.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Helen answered, as steadily as she could manage. She could feel Osgood’s eyes on her, filled with concern, but she chose to ignore her. Mercifully, her friend’s attention was diverted when the Brigadier turned to her:
“I was hoping to see you after lunch, Osgood. There are some matters of strategic importance that I want to discuss and get your insight on.”
“Yes, of course,” Osgood replied eagerly and Helen’s heart sank even more. She didn’t begrudge her friend her success or the faith that the Brigadier was placing in her. She only wished she could be worthy of the same.
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warandpussy · 2 years
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Songs of love: Day 19 River invited us to...
...play poker!
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puffins-studio · 2 years
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I love to love but my baby love to dance🎶
Song of love month: Day 6 Missing Scene
Two options as I can’t decide,
Liv’s dad used to play the song “I love to love” to Liv and dance around with her. And so when it plays she thinks of him. And then one day when Helen was trying to think of something for liv. the tardis offers her the idea to play it for liv. And so she surprises Liv with a romantic night of just them sweetly dancing together. And liv just quietly start to sing and then Helen joins her.
Sadder version, what if helen started to see a ghost of Liv who talks to her too while she was stuck on the Tardis by herself for 40 years in Ravenous 2.03.
if you seen one of Nicola Walker’s other works you will recognize the song. I made the mistake of watching the tv show River. I got feelings and just started to imagine the 2nd idea throughout the show.
[ID: the picture is of a felt art piece in an embroidery hoop. The 1st picture is made of felt it’s of Liv Chenka and Helen Sinclair holding each other in a dance. The scene is of Helen in a navy long sleeve, tan pants, her blonde hair is in a bun. She had her arms around Liv’s waist. Liv is in a red short sleeve, and dark blue pants, with her shoulder length brown hair, she have one hand in Helen’s shoulder, the other on her waist. Behind them are rows and rows of yellow beads so they look like sting lights. And in the upper left read in golden thread “I love to Love, But My baby love to dance,” the 2nd picture is just a close up of just Liv and Helen with the lights behind them.:ID]
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In fear that you might hate me now, I feel the need to come clean: I voted thoschei in the poll.
I thought about it for a long time and I really, really considered going with Liv/Helen. And with almost any other ship I would have. But thoschei is in my top-3 of dw ships (with doctorriver and doctorTARDIS) and I barely know Liv and Helen.
I've had a hard time getting into big finish and thus I have only listened to a little bit of doom coalition. And Liv still owns my heart and Helen is sweet but I love many dw characters. And thoschei is a ship with a lot of history and a lot of potential and a lot of importance for the dw universe.
I don't mean to say this is why everyone should vote thoschei and I am fine with them losing if it is against Liv/Helen. But that's why I needed to vote for them.
I know it's just a silly poll but I am a very honest person. And voting for Liv/Helen would have mostly been out of loyalty to you and riversofmars and meluisart. While I actually, really, very much enjoy thoschei.
I wish you all the luck with the poll though (and a lot of fun writing the fics <3)! I couldn't make myself vote against thoschei but I am still rooting for the underdogs :)
Also thank you so much for considering Clara/Jane because of my art!! This makes me feel worse about Liv/Helen but well. It was very kind! Truth be told, I was rooting for Clara/Jane last round (even though I like Doctor/Clara) because I wanted to make art for them. And it was a lot of fun and it's a fun ship but it's not like a real ship with Bill and Heather.
(also I just like Bill more than Clara but don't tell her)
hey, not forcing anyone to vote for liv/helen if they really like thoschei!! well, i mean....im not gonna hate them if they do. love liv/helen with all my heart, but yeah. thoschei is lots more popular. but if people give it (meaning liv/helen) a chance...
i love bill so so so much!!! one of my favourite characters by a long shot (not to say i hate clara!! just....bill 💙)
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might-be-a-zygon · 2 years
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A Safe Place to Land
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Songs of Love Day One: Wings Liv Chenka/Helen Sinclair
What if Liv's whole life was still an increasingly traumatic downward spiral, but now she has a bird. Or, what if I had six different plot ideas and then bullied them all into being one plot.
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gnougnouss · 9 months
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Me listening to Stranded 4.4 very last scene : ,,,,,,time can be rewritten
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enbyeighthdoctor · 5 months
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silverfoxstole · 5 months
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I can’t help thinking that Stranded would be much improved if it was just a sixteen part sitcom based around these three having to share a flat.
Liv: What the hell are you doing? That’s the fifth toaster you’ve wrecked this month!
Eight: Oh, don’t exaggerate. It can’t be more than three.
Liv: And three’s somehow acceptable? What am I supposed to have for breakfast now?
Eight: Cornflakes? Rice Crispies? *gets excited* Oh, I know: Sugar Puffs! I love Sugar Puffs!
Liv: I am so going to kill you.
Helen: *rolls eyes, drinks coffee and refuses to get involved*
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gallifreyanhotfive · 3 months
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I would sell my soul for Liv Chenka and Helen Sinclair and that is FINAL
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birdofdawning · 4 months
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elizabethshaw · 1 month
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when will my loved ones* return from the war
*(eight liv and helen)
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riversofmars · 1 year
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It's that time of the year again! In this year's DW advent calendar fic, I'm taking my favourite TARDIS team to Victorian London. I will be posting a chapter every day and adding them in retweets below!
Summary: Life in the TARDIS is not punctuated by holidays and yet, the Doctor, Liv Chenka and Helen Sinclair feel like they're due just that. The Doctor takes his friends to Victorian London to enjoy the Frost Fair but things are not as peaceful as they seem: Shortly after their arrival, they get roped into a mysterious string of burglaries that involve the disappearance of festive decorations and its cheer. While they face a Christmas mystery with the help of new acquaintances and old friends, the greatest challenge for Helen, however, is how to deal with her feelings for her best friend. (Rating: General)
Chapter 1
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warandpussy · 2 years
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Songs of love: Bonus edition That's my wife
Was voice chatting with the gang the other day and doodling at the same time sooooo...
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