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doortotomorrow · 9 months
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FUGITIVE DOCTOR Doctor Who / Season 12 / Episode 5 / Fugitive of the Judoon
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livwritesstuff · 1 month
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One of Eddie’s favorite pastimes is listening to Steve’s phone conversations with their college-aged daughters.
All three of their kids are very smart – way smarter than either of them. Getting the older two into college had been a total cinch and it’s looking like it’ll be just as easy with their youngest. 
The thing is, just because their kids are goddamn brilliant doesn't absolve them from the occasional lapse in common sense. When that occurs, Steve usually gets a phone call, and those phone calls are the highlights of Eddie's day by a mile.
Steve gets a phone call this time because Moe has a doctor’s appointment that she is going to all by herself for the first time ever. 
Apparently, the paperwork is causing some strife.
“And just think,” Steve is saying idly when Eddie walks in, “You could’a gone to Wellesley College instead and had us with you for this shit.”
Eddie can’t hear Moe’s response, but he has a feeling that this comment did not go over well with their oldest daughter.
After a moment, Steve’s eyebrows fly up.
“Yeah, Moe, where it says social security number you should write your social security number…” he pauses, listening to Moe again, “You don’t know what it is? How do you not know what it is?”
“Steve, I’m begging you to put this on speaker,” Eddie laughs.
“Go get Moe’s soc card,” he hisses in return, “I don’t know it either.”
“You fuckin’ hypocrite,” he replies even as he heads for the office where they keep all that shit.
By the time he’s returning, Steve has the call on speaker and he hears Moe ask, “Have I ever worked as a machinist?”
“No,” Steve tells her.
“What about when I operated the ski lifts at the mountain? That’s a machine.”
“Doesn’t count.”
“Okay…have I ever had a hysterectomy?”
“That’s kind of a one and done thing, I think, and no, you haven’t.”
“Have I ever had an injury to the eye involving a metallic object?”
“Moe, you can’t be serious.”
“What if I did and I just don’t remember!” she protests.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie shakes his head, “And these kids are supposed to be intelligent.”
Before Steve can respond to either of them, Moe says, "Wait – do you think I should have written my name as Lucy instead of Moe?"
"Uh, yeah," Steve replied, sounding utterly baffled as Eddie howled with laughter.
"Hey!" Moe protests, "This is not my fault! That's totally on you for naming me one thing and then calling me something completely different my entire fucking life!"
(And she's kind of right, Eddie can't help but think).
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jqnehr · 7 days
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dr ratio x fem!reader. it is currently 1:13am so that explains the very poor quality of this drabble. thank you and good night.
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Dr Veritas Ratio is an idiot.
Of course, he would rather fling himself off the highest floor of The Reverie Hotel than sooner admit the truth. And it’s even worse when that bozo is the one to point it out.
“Never would’ve thought you had a romantic bone in your body,” Aventurine remarked, that same signature, permanently flirtatious tone of his grating on the Doctor’s frayed nerves even more. The blond man casually flipped a gold coin in the air over and over and over, shooting his companion a devilish smirk. “Seems like a certain young woman has finally proven that theory wrong, huh, doc? Shall I call you an ‘idiot in lo—’”
A stick of chalk smacked into the wall mere millimetres away from the sly merchant’s forehead beside him—and the sheer force of the throw was evident. If it had his its mark—which was right between Aventurine’s eyes—he would be a very dead man.
Aventurine coolly glanced at the cracked, utterly splintered hole in the wall beside him where the piece of chalk only just stuck out of, and then set his unruffled gaze on his friend, lips curled up into a wily smirk. “Thank you for proving my point, buddy.”
“Leave,” Vertias ordered, voice low, almost a growl. “I won’t miss next time.”
Aventurine rolled his eyes and leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring up at the doctor on the other side of the room over the top of his expensive shades. “Oh, you’re an idiot in love, alright. What’s keeping you, the oh-so-handsome-and-brilliant star scholar of the Intelligensia Guild from sweeping her off her feet and whisking her away, off into the sunset? Scared of a little rejection?”
Veritas had another piece of chalk ready to throw at Aventurine in his hand, but it had long crumbled to white dust within his taut, knuckled hold, veins bulging up along his strong forearm. Aventurine regarded the physical, silent reaction with a lifted brow. Dr Ratio threw a murderous glare over his shoulder at the man on the couch, sitting there like he owned the damn place, and unclenched his jaw to say, “I will drag you by the hair out if you don’t leave yourself.”
Aventurine shrugged, hands up in a surrendering fashion, his eyes closed and mouth up into a languid, knowing, and mock-innocent smile. “You never liked admitting to things, Vertias, have you? I wonder what you would do if I happened to tell a particular young lady that the Doctor of Idiots eagerly awaited her presence so late at night…”
“You will do no such thing! I swear to the Aeons, Aventurine, if you pull any kind of trick or tactic around that woman, so help me, I will—”
“Beat me into a pulp with your book—yes, yes.” He feigned a long suffering sigh. “But, really, Veritas—what do you expect to happen when neither of you will make a move? I’ve no choice but to act as your wingman and hitch you both up by proxy. Isn’t that what friends do?”
Ratio muttered something unintelligible under his breath, but Aventurine caught something along the lines of “no fool who gambles his day away is a friend of mine” before the doctor dumped the crushed chalk into a bin beside the sofa he had jumped up from in a rage. “Get off my back about it. She’s way out of my league, anyway. I am much too eccentric, intelligent, extraordinary and handsome for such a dull woman as her.”
Aventurine was silenced, merely staring at the mauve-haired man before him with a look of utter repugnance, unable to believe his ears. Then he went back to flipping his coin. “Ah, yes, because women just love vain men who always patronise and snub them. Because men making women feel inferior is the standard, isn’t it, Veritas?”
“Oh—don’t give me that. You know I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Right, because calling the woman you obviously love ‘dull’ is the key to sweeping her off her feet.”
“Would it kill you to quit being sarcastic for once, Aventurine?” Veritas was getting quite ready to dump a pillar on him. “If you’re going to continue to be a bother, get out! As if you know what you’re talking about. You’ve never been in love! All you care about is money, and women are just tools to you!”
Aventurine opened his mouth to protest, but Veritas was on a roll—and when he got yapping, he really got yapping. “At least I don’t consider her as an asset to use and discard at will! For she is—despite all her clear and rather mortifying faults—is a woman of valour and poise! Her company is much more edifying than the one of a greedy man who never stops flipping a damn coin! I just cannot believe—”
“There you have it, Veritas.” Satisfied, Aventurine finally stood to his feet, shoving his hands into his pockets, making his way to the door, giving his friend a finger gun on his way by. “Congrats. You’ve finally admitted it out loud. Just wife her up already.”
The door clicked shut. Veritas was left alone. Left alone with the harrowing realisation that he does want to marry you, for you’re the only one he has discovered he can suffer—and who can bear with him—and that he’s deeply, madly in love, and that’s not something even his precious alabaster mask can hide.
I am done for. With a groan, Veritas flopped onto the couch and stared up at the ceiling, pondering Aventurine’s words despite his distaste.
And when he saw you again the next day, sipping away peacefully at a cup of coffee, he was suddenly quite happy to admit to it.
Doctor Vertias Ratio was, well and truly, an idiot in love.
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i have recently caught up w hsr and let me TELL you. the CHOKEHOLD this man has had me in since day 1 😭 he won’t leave me ALONE so here we are.
and aventurine <3
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denaliwrites · 6 months
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On the Brave Shit
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Tenth Doctor x Genderfluid!Reader
Summary: Coming out is almost never easy, but with the Doctor everything is just a little bit easier.
Soundtrack: Bad Bitch by Tessa Violet
Requests: Open!
Warnings: Coming out. Some light anxiety. (I think it's light, anyway, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong!)
"Did you know," the Doctor started carefully, leaning back against the TARDIS console and crossing his arms over his chest, "that Time Lords and Time Ladies regenerate?"
You closed the TARDIS door behind you, tilting your head as you paced up to join him at the console. "Okay?" you said as you reached him. There was a touch of fear in your voice, but mostly you were just confused.
"See, when Time Lords are hurt... hurt badly. When they die. Instead of dying, they -- we -- well, we sort of just. Don't."
You were trying so hard to follow him. You really were. "You... don't die?"
"We... we change. The old us dies, sort of. We keep all the old memories and all that, but our faces change. We become someone new." He scratched at the back of his head, before the same hand trailed over to rest over his mouth as he looked at you. Watched you.
"... Oh. So... you're not... you're not dying, right?" you asked in muted panic.
"What? Oh, no! No. Not for a long time yet, I should hope."
The sigh of relief you released was dramatic.
"See, the thing is... all that to say. Well. One of my friends in school. The Historian, we called him. Well, he got hurt one day. Very badly hurt. He would've died. Is the thing."
You stepped closer to him, taking his hand in yours comfortingly. "Oh, Doctor, I'm so sorry."
"No, no -- none of that! That's not the point." When he saw your stricken look, he softened. "Thank you, though," he said reassuringly, though you were still utterly confused by all this. "See, when Historian changed, he... was no longer a he."
Oh.
How the fuck did he figure that out?
"I... I, erm... Oh." You weren't exactly sure how to process what he'd said. How to proceed.
"Humans are different, obviously," he said casually, though you could feel his eyes watching you, gentle and caring. "But... I think it's probably the same principle, essentially."
"How did you..."
"Know? Oh, well.. I notice things, you know. That's -- that's what I do. Notice things."
You swallowed in dread. "Like what?"
"Well, for one, you spend an awfully long time in the TARDIS wardrobe," he said with a playfully annoyed sigh. "I didn't think much of it at first, but then I saw you dressing up in, well..."
Oh. Oh, no...
"Anyway. The point is. I think you're neat. As you are. Whatever that means."
You felt a tear streak down your cheek, and the Doctor gave your hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "Now that that's... you know. Erm. I've been calling you the one thing all this time. Is there anything else you wanna be called?"
You blanched, somehow not expecting him to A. be so chill with all this, and B. so willing to just go straight into it.
"Erm... yeah. I guess. Yeah. She, her, he, him... please."
"Applicable to presentation or regardless of?" he asked, and you felt another tear fall.
"Er... I think regardless of."
He nodded, pulling you to his chest in an impossibly gentle embrace. His lips pressed to the top of your head in a soft kiss, and his thumb wiped away your tears. "You're wonderful. And brilliant. And incredibly brave."
On your next adventure with the Doctor, you were pleased indeed when he effortlessly switched between pronouns, never missing a single beat, never faltering, never hesitating.
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iforimaginary · 7 months
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May I entice the masses with the concept of a Will Wood Jukebox Musical?
Around a month ago me and a good friend of mine were listening to Will Wood’s discography and they offhandedly threw “Wouldn’t it be cool if someone made a Mama Mia equivalent with his songs?” into the air.
This thought stuck with me for a while until I found myself incredibly bored during a 3 hour-long road trip and decided to kill some time.
Preface aside, I present…
[ Welcome To Suburbia The Musical ]
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Brochure Designs:
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Narrative Summary:
A young couple attempt to escape the hardships of life by moving to a far-off picture-perfect town known by locals as ‘Suburbia’. Despite it’s shining appearance, the couple are troubled by unsettling peculiarities bursting at the suburb’s seams- but what’s a village without a little cooky culture?
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Character Breakdown:
• James Campbell - An alcohol-dependent horror writer down on his publishing luck.
• Dai Lu Lee - A doctor specialising in the care of farm animals with an unfortunate talent for disappointing her parents.
• Cassie Logan - James & Dai Lu’s next door neighbour with an unsettling sense of humour.
• Morgan Logan - Cassie’s reserved wife working as a forensic investigator for the local PD with a predisposition to bad first impressions.
• Lin Lee - Dai Lu’s headstrong traditional father.
• Ming Lee - Dai Lu’s passive narcissistic mother.
• Mayor - Confident and charismatic front man of Suburbia with a messy past who’s always ready to offer a helping hand.
• Barkeeper - Eccentric and off-putting owner of a local bar that appears to be a front for a darker business.
• Therapist - Patient woman tending to Dai Lu’s psychiatrical and psychological needs.
• Secretary (Non-singing ensemble role) - Nerdy and shy assistant of The Mayor who is desperately enamoured, head-over-heels for her employer.
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Act Synopses:
[Act 1]
James and Dai Lu, freshly engaged and already exhausted from life’s baggage, strike a ‘too-good-to-be-true’ deal on a down payment for a quaint home in the unmarked town of Suburbia. After being warmly welcomed by the ever so charming Mayor and their next door neighbours Cassie and Morgan, the couple begin to unwillingly face some of their fatal flaws as Dai Lu is forced to stare her regretful decision making right in its ugly face.
[Act 2]
James may recognise his now hard-to-hide attachment to alcohol, but he is far from apologetic about it. Frequenting a newly discovered bar on the outskirts of town results in his fiancée finding herself in a rather unusual predicament. Forced to work for a sleazy underground cabaret bar, she preforms a number detailing The Mayor’s dark and unfortunate past. All the while, The Mayor himself is trying to seduce her partner into a life overflowing with sin and dubious spiritual ties. Upon being reunited through the brilliant detective work of Morgan, the couple have yet another handful of complicated feelings to sort through.
[Act 3]
Decades of pious work from The Mayor’s hands finally come to a head as he no longer attempts to hide his servitude to a being he was never quite sure how to please. The town descends into uncertain insanity as every individual is consumed by their corrosive and abandoned insecurities. Dai Lu never quite moves past her disagreements with her parents, James never quite makes peace with being an utterly unremarkable writer and Morgan never quite solves the case that’s been scratching at the back of her mind for years. All those lives are, however, lost in vain as The Mayor misinterprets his Patron’s asks. The town of Suburbia stands desolate, bare, and belonging to a man who’s greatest desire is to be rid of it’s burden.
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Songs By Act:
(Act 1)
Suburbia Overture (Mayor, Ensemble)
The Main Character (James)
Marsha… (Lee Family)
Against The Kitchen Floor (James)
Momento Mori… (Morgan)
Well, Better Than… (Dai Lu)
(Act 2)
The First Step (James)
Willard! (Mayor)
Front Street (Barkeeper, Ensemble)
Venetian Blind Man (Dai Lu)
Black Box Warrior (Therapist)
Your Body, My Temple (Mayor, Ensemble)
Sex, Drugs, Rock’n’Roll (James)
Cover This Song (Cassie)
Outliers (Mayor)
Love Me, Normally (James)
(Act 3)
Vampire Culture [S.O. Reprise] (Mayor, Cassie, Morgan, Ensemble)
Lapce’s Angel (Mayor)
Hand Me My Shovel (Cassie, Morgan, Ensemble)
Dr Sunshine (Dai Lu, Ensemble)
Cotard’s Solution (James, Ensemble)
Song With Five Names (Mayor, Ensemble)
2012 (James, Dai Lu, Mayor, Ensemble)
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Naturally there is a much larger and in depth plot summary, thought-out blocking for musical numbers and some in progress character designs that I have crammed into my Master Doc for this behemoth of an original work.
Keep in mind this concept is far from finalised, more characters may be added and more songs might be written into the narrative.
I’d be more than happy to go more in detail about it and accept any form of suggestions or feedback if the users of Tumblr happen to find this interesting :)
In the mean time, if you find yourself interested in this work and would like to listen to the songs in chronological order I have compiled a playlist you can find bellow… ↓↓↓
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sokoviansimp · 8 months
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Fear, Guilt, & Hope
Part 1.5 to Love's Triumph: A Maximoff Miracle
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✒ Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
✒ Summary: Wanda finds out that you're pregnant in the hospital while you fight for your life.
✒ Tags and Warnings: angst
✒ Author's Note: So, this takes place in the middle of the first part, here we see Wanda's POV while reader is unconscious in the hospital. You can all thank @xxxtwilightaxelxxx for this one. Hope you like it :)
✒ Word Count: 984
✒ Read Time: 5 minutes
Masterlist : Socials
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Wanda sat by your hospital bed, her heart heavy with worry. Her beloved wife lay unconscious, battered, and bruised from the battle they had fought against Hydra. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of medical equipment and the distant sounds of the hospital.
As she held your hand, Wanda's thoughts swirled with a mix of fear, guilt, and confusion. She couldn't bear to see you like this, so vulnerable, and it tore at her soul. Her mind replayed the events of the battle, the moment when she had found you buried beneath the rubble, unconscious and unresponsive. The image haunted her.
A nurse entered the room, a sympathetic look in her eyes. "Mrs. Maximoff, we've received the results of the tests we ran on your wife," she said gently.
Wanda nodded, her heart pounding. "What is it? Is she going to be okay?"
The nurse smiled warmly. "Physically, she'll recover. They both should be just fine, Y/N just needs a bit of time for her body to decide it’s time to wake up."
Relief washed over Wanda, but her mind hung on that one word, “I’m sorry, both?”
“Yes, both Y/N and the baby should be just fine.” the doctor clarified. 
Wanda's world seemed to spin. Baby? You’re pregnant? It was a mixture of joy and terror that washed over her. “We’re having a baby,” Wanda whispered as she smiled and looked down at you, her eyes filling with tears.
Tears of joy for the new life they had created together, but also tears of fear for what it meant for their future. Wanda had always been aware of the destructive power of her abilities, the chaos that lurked not only within her but around her. She had kept it at bay as best as she could, but now, with you carrying their child, the weight of responsibility bore down on her like never before.
The nurse's voice brought her back to the present. "I can imagine this is a lot to process. We have counselors available if you'd like to talk to someone."
Wanda nodded, her voice trembling. "Thank you, but I think I just need a moment alone with my wife, please."
Alone again, Wanda turned her attention back to you. Her heart ached with love and worry. She reached out to gently stroke your cheek, her thumb wiping away a stray tear that had fallen from her own eyes.
"Oh God, Y/N. This is what we’ve wanted for so long and- and now that it’s here, I-I don't know if I can do this," Wanda whispered, her voice filled with anxiety and self-doubt. "What have I done?" Wanda continued to herself, her voice shaking. She had always known that her powers were unpredictable, that they could bring destruction as easily as protection. But now, with you carrying their child, the reality of the situation was suffocating her.
She couldn't shake the fear that she might either unintentionally harm you or their unborn child, or not be enough to save one of you. Every memory of her past mistakes and the chaos she had caused haunted her like ghosts. The room seemed to close in around her, and she felt utterly powerless. What she had thought was a brilliant idea at one time with you by her side, is now something she can’t even fathom as a miracle but rather a curse. 
Wanda reached out, her trembling hand brushing your cheek as if seeking some kind of reassurance. "Please, Y/N," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Wake up. I need you."
Time seemed to crawl as Wanda sat there, her anxiety growing with each passing minute. She couldn't help but blame herself for your current condition. If she hadn't been so reckless during the battle, if she had been more aware of her surroundings, if she had seen that blue streak quicker then maybe she could’ve stopped it...
The blue streak, an all too familiar sight. It had to be her brother, she was sure of it. She had seen that exact display countless times before, whether it was to steal a purse from a display window for a girl he fancied, or a way to sneak past enemy lines. It was him, and yet all she had heard from her friends since his disappearance in Sokovia was that he was dead, gone, never coming back. Guilt washed over her like a tidal wave. She knew that wasn’t the case and yet she let them convince her of it. Her suspicions fell on deaf ears, and one day she let them persuade her that it was just a part of grief. 
If she had just stayed true to her instincts maybe you wouldn’t be lying in a hospital bed right now. Maybe she would’ve been prepared to face him. Once her thoughts had run through all the guilt of what she could’ve done differently to protect you, it swiftly drifted to what they had done to Pietro. Why was he with them? How? What kind of torture or manipulation had they subjected him to that he would fight against her, his own twin, and the Avengers? The thought filled her with a mixture of anger and sorrow. 
She was determined to save her brother from Hydra’s antics. As soon as she managed to temporarily push that other thought aside, it inevitably returned to remind her of the daunting reality: she was expecting a child. With her plate already seemingly overflowing, the added responsibility of saving her brother was surely a lot to balance. Surely a rescue mission will put an even larger target on her family’s back, but the tantalizing closeness to reuniting with him and the fact that he will be able to meet her future child fills her heart with a speckle of joy and just enough hope to keep her going.
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doctorwho-rewatch · 4 months
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S4E8 & S4E9 - Silence in the Library & The Forest of the Dead
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★★★★★
Count your shadows. Because you never know just what's lurking in the dark...
Ooof. What a two-parter. There is so much to unpack. I could go on about how sinisterly brilliant the Vashta Nerada are, hidden among the pages of the books that were harvested from the forests they lived in. Or how eerie it is to hear the dying thought patterns of someone who has just been killed. Or the concept of the Library itself, and the little girl CAL whose computer mind is so powerful that she can 'save' the Library patrons in a simulated world. Or the disappointment when Donna's simulated husband looks for her in the real world and misses her by moments. It's utterly brilliant.
But at the heart of this story is the real tragedy of time travelling. We meet River Song for the first time, a character we will become more familiar with in the Eleventh Doctor's time. She's a time traveller too. But she's going the other way. This is the first time the Doctor is meeting her. And so it is the last time she will see the Doctor.
There are so many questions when we meet her. How does she have a sonic screwdriver? A squareness gun (referred to in S1E9 The Doctor Dances)? A TARDIS themed diary? What sort of life has she led with the Doctor? He is as confused and bewildered as we are. And I wonder if it's the first time he has ever felt this way.
River sacrifices herself to make sure the Doctor gets a chance to meet her in the future. The only thing the Doctor can do is to 'save' a copy of her in CAL's simulated world. It's a bittersweet ending to a story that opens up so many possibilities for the Doctor's future.
This is a masterpiece in telling a story of science fiction time travelling and moving emotions. I cannot find a single fault here.
QUOTE: "River you know my name. You whispered my name in my ear. There’s only one way I would ever tell anyone my name. There’s only one time I could." "Hush now. Spoilers."
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ghostofafruit · 4 months
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I'm somewhere between too sober and too drunk, so here's some doctorrose angst. Soulmate au, because i'm a sucker for soulmates. Enjoy.
The most important sentence your soulmate will say to you is etched into your skin. The colour of your words vary from type of love to type of love. The Doctor had golden. The colour meant for love everlasting.
Sometimes he wishes he didn't. He hasn't met his soulmate, and he probably never will. Who speaks Earth English, on Gallifrey? Who speaks any English on this planet? No one. Just him. He wonders sometimes if the words will fade when he inevitable regenerates for the first time. If golden letters will vanish for something else and he'll be left wondering if he met his soulmate on some distant planet.
He goes on like that for some time. Alternating between loving the mystery the gold etched onto his hip, and desping it. It brings adventure, but it will also bring pain. How can it not? Compared to, well, any species that would speak Earth English he might as well be immortal. He's guarenteed to outlive his soulmate. The golden kind too.
Sometimes he hopes the letters will fade. He hopes the letters will dissapear from his skin, only to replaced by red words, for just an ordinary romantic soulmate, or better yet blue. Words meant for your platonic soulmate. Perhaps, if he's very lucky, one day it will happen. Or maybe it will happen when he's very unluckily. The Doctor can never make up his mind.
When the Time War comes, he waits for the gold to vanish. To stop existing all together. It's rare, it's not meant to happen, but sometimes soul bonds shatter. Usually when the other does something so utterly terrible it could never be forgiven nor understood by their destined. He waits ever day. And yet, there, etched in to his hip, the golden letters remain.
With the end of the time war he half expects the words to go black, ashy, and cracked. The sign your soulmate is dead. He's heard tit plenty, never from someone he thinks was his soulmate, but perhaps it had been someone he knew. His soulmate isn't dead. The gold remains just that, not budging one bit.
It gives him a little faith actually. A little bit of hope in his darkest time. He clings to it, and really its what drags him to Earth. If his soulmate speaks Earth English, Earth he will protect. For them.
He hadn't meant to land in 2005, he was aiming for the titanic actually. Perfect first trip for his brand new regeneration. Maybe. Well, not really. Oh well.
The Doctor hadn't indented to escape that explosion. For one thing he'd thought the broadcast had been coming from the shop, and for enough he thought it would be entirely deserted. Besides, he might as well burn through his regenerations, that way he might stand a chance at spending the rest of his life with whoever his soulmate is. Still, one brilliant human throws it all off.
There was something about her, just drawing him in. She brought a smile to his face. A real one. An actual genuine smile. Rose Tyler was, in a word, fantastic. Still, he'd probably never see her again.
But he did, accidentally. He had honestly just been tracking the signal, but he'd picked up the wrong one. Finding her the second time was a little trickier. He wasn't sure if it would be worth it. It was of course. The conscious had caught on to her, she was being tracked. Through her boyfriend. The Doctor didn't let himself wonder why the thought of that, human, dating Rose annoyed him. There wasn't time too.
She'd saved the day. His Rose Tyler. Brilliant, fantastic, Rose Tyler. Yet she didn't want to come with him. Smart too, that Rose Tyler. So he went to the Titanic, talked one family out of going, and went himself anyway. Went all through out history. Changing little things, viewing the human race.
Eventually though, he was reminded of one crucial detail. His ship, his frankly magnificent ship, she travelled in time. And Rose didn't know. Fantastic Rose Tyler had no idea that his ship didn't just hope around the space of the universe, she went through out all of the universe's history.
With Rose on board things seem better. Most nights. The nigthts he doesn't sleep anyway. Knowing he isn't alone in his ship, that she's nearby. On the nights he sleeps though, those nights are rough still. They will be for a while, and he thinks he can just about handle that.
Rose, brilliant and gorgeous Rose, she figures it out though. She figures out something is wrong and she helps. That's what she does, everywhere they go, help. So she does it for him too, she drags him into her own bed, and snuggles close to him. She listens to him talk through his nightmares, even if she can't fully understand, and she brings him teas and coffees and hot chocolates. He thinks he loves her, and it terrifies him.
They figure out they're soulmates. Though they don't share their words. Not yet anyway. He's scared of the commitment the letters etched into his thigh whisper, and she's scared of something worse.
He dies before he can tell her what is etched into his jip. He regenerates, and for the first time in his life he is terrified. What if he does lose those words? What if he loses Rose? He doesn't. It was the first thing he'd checked after he got back to the Tardis to change.
The Doctor supposes Rose knows now what his soulmark reads. They don't talk about it though. Not at Christmas dinner with her mum, not when they get back to the tardis. They just let it sit between them, and he wonders if he would have done the same in the body before him.
They go anywhere. They travel and they don't stop. They go on dates, and adventures they end up calling dates anyway. And one day he asks a question. He's not sure why he does it. Not sure at all. Maybe the moment just felt right.
He could have phrased it any number of ways, and yet he chose those words. He wonders now if those are the words etched into her hip, a mirror of his.
"How long will you stay with me?"
"Forever."
The words are settled now. They're out in the open. He wonders if it's an omen but they keep travelling. They don't get long. Not really.
The Doctor knew he'd lose his soulmate. He'd known from the very beginning. He just, hadn't expected it like this. He toys with the idea of pulling in a few of his old selves. His last body would help in a heartbeat for Rose, but he knows that's far to risky. So instead he burns up a star. He picks a star at random, burning it up just to say goodbye. When he says that, and she sobs, he knows what her words were. He doesn't need to ask, and they don't have the time.
He doesn't get to finish his sentence. Not to her anyway. He says it into the empty console room and plans on slumping down onto the console room floor and not getting up until he utterly has too. Instead a ginger in a wedding dress appears and he gets on with life.
What else is there to do?
She haunts him. Rose Tyler is everywhere he looks. Her word burns into his skin. He fears the day it goes black. Will it even go black now? Worse yet he fears it fading.
Rose Tyler is in everything. She's in the stars, and the planets. She's in the people, and the kindness. She's in the empty space between everything. He wonders how he never noticed it before. He wonders if he'll loose that too.
Then, just because the universe can be kind, he sees her again. But the universe, while kind to some, is not kind to him. It never has been, and it probably never will be. Curse you universe, for all he has ever done for you, this is what you give him?
He gets a moment with his beloved. A moment with his destined, and then she is gone. This time he leaves her. He falls, just not into the void, instead away. He says goodbye to his bestfriend too.
He waits for the words to fade, for the words to vanish. They never do. He wonders if it's something to do with the universal walls. He doesn't want to find out. Part of him hopes he never does.
Part of him is desperate to prove he could get her back. He could change fixed points. So he changes one. The reapers don't come, but history is a little worse off. he waits then for his words to go, and even then they don't.
He has to see her again. Her face was the first he saw in this body, they have to be the last. He doesn't mean to speak to her, he really doesn't. He'd just put off regenerating for too long. Hours he'd spent, half dead, his body demanding to regenerate, visiting everyone he had ever travelled with. Even those he'd lost, he'd visited their graves, their monuments, them when they were younger and still so full of life. She had been his last stop.
The Doctor wasn't just putting it off for that though. There was something else, something terrifying him. Seeing all his old companions, some people he'd barely spent a day with just to push it, that was all a distraction from regeneration.
What if he really did regenerate without the soulmark this go round?
He couldn't bare the thought of it. Rose was part of him, part of her lingered in his soul, lingered in his hearts, in his mind. She was around every corner. She was everything to him, and he couldn't lose another piece of her. Not with her gone now.
Even now with new friends, with the mystery of River, with everything, the golden letters of Forever are still etched into his skin. Right on his hip. Unmoving.
Sometimes, it hurts too much. It aches and he wishes the word would just go already. It brings memories he's not sure he can take anymore. Not sure he deserves.
Sometime it isn't enough. Just the one word. Etched in her handwriting, scribbled on his hip. There isn't enough of Rose left and he despises it. He doesn't think he could do a blonde companion anymore. Even Rory is pushing it.
He hates it with every fibre of his being. And he clings on to it just as much.
Rory asks one day, about timelords and soulmates. The Doctor considers lying, saying that timelords didn't have soulmates. Or at least that it's very rare. He doesn't though, the voice of Rose that still follows his every decision reminds him of how much lying he's been doing, reminds him it's wrong for both him and his companions.
So he tells Rory the truth. Every fully sentient lifeform has a soulmate. He doesn't tell him about Rose though. He doesn't thin he could stomach it.
Rose is in every decision he makes. He'd be lying if he said he hated it. He needed it. Without Rose, well he didn't want to think about what he'd be without Rose.
His next regeneration he things he'll manage well. He'd put of plenty, kept Rose in his mind. Though over the years he'd gotten good at pushing her from the forefront of his mind.
He thought he could escape Rose Tyler. How stupid. Of course he couldn't. The golden letters still etched into his hip proof that. Their love is everlasting. He will never forget her.
Still, he had not expected to hear their love story floating among the stars. Their love is everlasting, it will outlive even him, the stories will live on. They will speak of him and Rose, and he will be thankful for every last one of them.
She haunts him still. A warning voice, a Rose Tyler worthy quip thought up by him instead. She is still around every corner and he wishes it didn't hurt so much, even now. Especially now, after so long.
Rose Tyler is still stitched into his very being. Her voice in his head, her kindness locked tightly into his hearts, her smile in his minds eye. She is everywhere. Maybe if he didn't use her soap it wouldn't be as bad. Still, he got on with it all. She haunted him, occasionally he'd say something that suggested he'd loved before, but he never spoke of her. Not even to Nardole.
To Be Continued, probably while sober, with 13, a little bit of 14, and the start of fifteen. When finished, full thing will be posted on AO3
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robininthelabyrinth · 2 years
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Wei Wuxian as a healer
“Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian skittered to a stop in front of Lan Wangji. “You have to help me!”
Lan Wangji looked on the verge of turning on his heel and stalking away, only restraining himself on account of how utterly rude it would be – but of course, that was why Wei Wuxian had done it this way.
“I’m serious,” he insisted. “I need your help! It’s dire!”
Lan Wangji was a good person at heart. Even if it was someone who he (quite obviously) found as incredibly irritating as Wei Wuxian, he wouldn’t turn down a sincere request.
Sure enough, Lan Wangji, although still stiff and tense, didn’t run away the way he had the last few times they’d met, and instead looked at him questioningly.
Taking that as permission, Wei Wuxian proceeded to pour out his heart: “My dad wants to arrange a marriage between me and Wen Qing!”
“I am aware.”
Wei Wuxian huffed. “Everyone’s aware. My mom is the biggest blabbermouth in the cultivation world, bigger even than me; sometimes I think that’s what she’s really famous for rather than being an immortal’s disciple…anyway, not the point. The point is, he thinks we’ll be happy together because we argue all the time.”
“You also write to her often,” Lan Wangji pointed out. “You are always by her side at every conference.”
A pause.
“…do you – not want to marry her?”
“No! Of course not!” Wei Wuxian waved his hands. “She’s the only other person our age that wants to be a healer like me – she’s a study buddy. A fellow doctor-in-arms! A work rival! We only talk as much at conferences as we do because the Wen sect reads each other’s mail and we don’t want our ideas to get stolen – it doesn’t mean I want to marry her, or that she wants to marry me. In fact, if we got married, we would kill each other!”
“I see,” Lan Wangji said, and for whatever reason the pale, withdrawn look that he’d had so often recently – possibly due to some illness he wouldn’t allow Wei Wuxian to try to diagnose? – seemed to fade away. “I will assist. What can I do?”
“You’re the best,” Wei Wuxian said, rubbing his hands together in glee. “All right, now, my parents are dyed-in-the-wool romantics, so the best way to get them to leave me alone would be to appear already taken. That’s where you come in –”
Jiang Cheng had nearly choked to death when he’d told him about his brilliant plan, but what did he know? Wei Wuxian didn’t see any flaws in this idea.
None at all.
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teashadephoenix · 5 months
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considering how the 60th specials ended (knowing that Dave and Cate were unable to even hint at the tone of the ending)
that panel David did explaining how the specials came to be (where they were doing the text-along rewatch of S4 during lockdown and Catherine was like oh wow these are quite good maybe we should do some more)
im now utterly convinced what she actually said was
"jesus this is fucking miserable. my character just fucks off and forgets how brilliant she is? this will not do."
and russell was like "david is never gonna come back and do more Doctor Who, i sent him off with a really memorable ending--"
and David burst through the wall like the kool-aid man and said "WELL ACTUALLY--"
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jerzwriter · 1 year
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Any day...
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Book:                   Open Heart (Post Series)
Pairing:                Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey) Feat: Bryce Lahela
Rating:                 Teen
Category:            Fluff
Summary:   Casey & Tobias share a simple morning as they wait for their first baby's arrival, which is only a short time away.
Words: 797
A/N: ME: Work on your WIPs only. You have a zillion WIPs out there. ALSO ME: OMG, My pretend people's baby is going to be born a week from today! I need to write something about this! And here we are. lol | @aprilchallenge - Family, Love, Kiss
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It was 7:00 AM on an unseasonably warm Boston morning; the mercury was already reaching the low seventies. If these were normal times, Casey would have blamed the heat for waking her at such an ungodly hour on a day she didn’t have to work. But that wasn’t what had her stirring today, and normal… that was about to take on new meaning. She wrapped one arm protectively around her belly as the other pushed against her bolster pillow for support.
“There,” she gasped with relief, reminding herself that, very soon, getting out of bed would no longer require a plan of action.
She wondered where her husband was for a moment, but then the scent of butter and cinnamon filled her senses, and it seemed to elicit a kick from the alien that had invaded her body. With a soft chuckle, she lovingly rubbed the spot that had just been pummeled. 
“So, do you like French toast too, little one?” she asked. “I figure you’re going to either love it or hate it since Mommy’s eaten so much these past few months. I’m sure Daddy’s sick of making it, even if he won’t admit it.”
She cautiously descended the stairs, startling her husband, who was preparing a breakfast tray in the kitchen.
“Case!” He blurted. “What are you doing out of bed?”
“You expect me to stay up there when it smells this good down here?” She winked. “Do you even know me, sir?”
Tobias tilted his head with a smirk. He found her utterly adorable, even when he was about to give her a tongue-lashing.
“I was about to bring it up to you, wise ass. Now, you’re a brilliant doctor, Casey. So what part of bed rest did you not understand?”
“I’m an exceptional doctor! So outstanding that I know bed rest is a relative term, dear.”  She plopped into a chair at their kitchen table, motioning for Tobias to bring her the delectable breakfast he had prepared. “And you know that, too. The doctor said partial bedrest, not all day, every day.”
With a sigh, Tobias placed the breakfast before her, “You can’t fault me for looking out for you and our baby.”
After he sat beside her, she gently touched his wrist to reassure him. “I know. And you know I won’t do anything to endanger us either.”
“I know,” he squeezed her hand with a grin.
“I can’t believe I’m on bed rest!” Casey pouted. “I wasn’t planning on this. Then again,” she chuckled. “We hadn’t planned any of this, did we?”
“No, we didn’t. Just like you and I meeting was unplanned, what did that card I gave you on the night of our elopement say?”
“You’re the best thing I never planned,” Casey beamed.
“That’s right. Life happens, but we’ll face it together. I don’t love you being on bed rest, but everything else has been pretty awesome.” He bent over and kissed Casey’s belly, then moved up to tenderly kiss her lips. “I know you’ve got to keep her cooking in there a little longer, but I really can’t wait to meet her.”
“She’s going to keep us on our toes,” Casey smiled, nuzzling her head into Tobias’s shoulder.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he simpered. “We’re going to be all right, you know.”
Casey looked up at him with joyful eyes, more at peace than he had seen in her in some time. “I know,” she said confidently. “It’s you and me.”
“Do you think the baby will wait until her due date?” She asked.
“If she’s as impatient as her Mom and Dad, not a chance. That reminds me, I have to talk to Bryce. He’s starting the birth date pool at work. They won’t let me bet because I have insider knowledge. Can you imagine the audacity?”
“And he wonders why he’s not Godfather?” Casey laughed.
“Yeah, but we should make him Godfather for number two. You know, to make up for you destroying his washing machine.”
“Me!” Casey hollered. “If I remember correctly, you were at least fifty-percent responsible for that, Dr. Carrick.”   
“Yeah,” he chuckled, “but it was fun, and he did get a new washer out of the deal.”
“That he did,” Casey nodded.
“Now let’s finish your breakfast before it gets cold, then back to bed, or I’m calling your doctor to rat you out.”
“Ugh, you would,” she teased, shoveling the last of the French toast into her mouth. “You know, we’re going to be OK, T.”
They looked at each other for a long moment, taking the time to enjoy the simple perfection of it all.
“I know,” he said, kissing her forehead. “In fact, we’re going to be better than OK. We’re going to be amazing.”
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enteringdullsville · 4 months
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Underrated Real Time Fandub Lines: Sonic Adventure 2
“Za Warudo!”
“I’ll make you eat those words!”
Sonic trades barbs faster than his mind can process them.
“THAT’S RIGHT, SONIC! I’M TAKING IT FROM THE oh wait, Sonic isn’t here. Knuckles, I’m taking your emerald.”
Eggman fails to account for the Master Emerald’s guardian.
“SHADOW.”
“Thanks, I forgot who this was! Did we ever establish our names? Hi, I’m Sonic!”
All said in the same angry tone of voice.
“F*** you, moon! You never had the cheese I wanted!”
Doctor Ivo Robotnik, IQ of 300.
“I’m sorry, did you not consent to me saving your life? I’ll put you back down, I’m sorry!”
Knuckles knows not to push his boundaries.
“And now I will control the universe! AND EVERYONE WILL BE ABLE TO WATCH splatoon2letsplays BY EGGMAN! NOW GET IN THE F***ING ROOM!”
I feel like it would’ve been easier to put it on the news while you were taking everyone’s Best Buys, but you do you, buddy.
“THANKS, JESUS!”
Knuckles and the big man upstairs go way back.
“You know I’ve seen my fair share of piss rocks~”
“…You said that really sensually!”
I quote Sonic’s response constantly.
“What you see is what you get! Just a guy who loves piss rocks…and adventure. I’m gonna run now.”
“What the f***.”
From Shadow, that kinda hurts.
“It’s been seventeen days…”
Cut to later…
“THREE YEARS! I’VE BEEN IN HERE FOR THREE YEARS!”
How much time passed between those fades?
“Please stop, Ivo.”
“Uh…HOW DID YOU KNOW MY MIDDLE NAME?”
This can go one of three ways. Either Eggman’s lying to cover his tracks, his full name is Ivo Ivo Robotnik (his actual name is pronounced “Eee-Voh”), or he’s just named “Doctor”.
“I put hot sauce on everything-”
“No.”
Alfred immediately catches on to what Ryan’s going for.
“WOOP! WOOP! THAT’S THE SOUND OF THE POLICE!”
“That rap! It reminds me of her!”
I really want to know what the heck crimes Maria committed.
“I’m here to show you what Ninten can do…and what Za WaruDON’T!”
“That doesn’t even make any sense.”
Shadow as he prepares his epic Earthbound Beginnings/Jojo crossover fanfiction.
“My follower base!”
“And yet they still can’t figure out how to get nazis off their site.”
In which Shadow utterly scorches the entire platform.
“As long as I get my weed back, I don’t really care.”
“I don’t have a character motive.”
The best part is that since Shadow’s been shot down to Earth for reasons completely unrelated to G.U.N., he really doesn’t have a character motive other than being a troll.
“Are you my mom?”
“No? What? The f***?”
Amy the Hedgehog to Tails, who is a boy, a fox, and far younger than her.
“Yes, Rouge. Thank you for listening to my insane ramblings about peeing in a Hot Topic.”
You can just hear the realization hit him.
“NOW GET OUT OF MY F***ING FACE! BEFORE I PISS ON YOU TOO.”
Odd as it may be to put a line from the moon rant in an “underrated lines” compilation, nobody talks about how brilliant a conclusion this is.
“I can’t believe he came to his intervention drunk.”
Really? Because it sounds just like him.
“Here comes the WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!”
DJ Inexplicable Talking Gemstone’s new hit rock song.
“Wait, I know you! I saw your dick on Twitter!”
That’s one heck of a way to introduce yourself, Amy.
“When I see you, it is ON SIGHT! IT IS ON! SIGHT-”
“Yeah, piss off.”
The Ultimate Life Form cares not for your threats.
“What the f***, you Hot Topic hot sauce motherf***er, why would you even say anything!?”
“There’s nothing hotter than hot sauce, Rouge.”
That’s not even remotely an answer to the question she asked you!
“But I wanted the last thing I breathe to be pot!”
I always used to mishear it as “pie”.
“I NEVER LEARNED HOW TO REEEAD!”
“That’s not really a surprise!”
Amy’s line was golden as is. Tails’ barely audible snapback is just icing.
“And that is why I! Am the true owner of the world! That’s right! All that you see before you? Everything the piss touches? That is your kingdom! And you, my son, shall go forth and inherit it!”
…what?
“MAN, THOSE BALLS SURE ARE SHAKING.”
Yes, thank you, Knuckles.
“Ah gave birth.”
Another great throwaway line.
“As we know, my dick is on my hand.”
This guy’s about to jack off…
“If I gave Shadow fifteen apples…and then Amy gave Shadow another sixTEEEN…and then Tails took away three…my question is…what is the total mass of the sun?”
“As Obama told me, it’s THREE!”
“YOU FIGURED IT OOOOUUUUUUUUuuuuuuu…ah.”
“Why does it sound like he’s getting further away-this is stupid.”
I think this is the beginning of a beautiful binge watch.
“Wait, that’s no moon, that’s a space station!”
“Nice reference. I also love Star Trek.”
Oh, Shadow.
“Shadow didn’t deserve to die for his piss-”
“Yeah he did!”
“-but here we are.”
She’s not wrong.
“My shoes-my shoes in my reflection are opaque, bye!”
Again, she’s not wrong.
“I’m not understanding any of this, but here’s a gloog.”
We all need a gloog in our life.
“So if we were to all drink piss, does that make you or me?”
“It makes us both avid piss drinkers.”
This explains so much.
“Can I ask you, um-”
“No. Make sure to like, comment and subs-”
No is one of the greatest words in the English language.
“This is a Big McIntosh…”
“Eeyup.”
It took me years to catch that reference.
“This is wagyu steak. Named after the dog, because wagyu tail?”
“WHAT?”
…I got hit by a “deez nuts” joke.
“I’m gonna get a paper towel.” (Grabs a jar of pickles)
Eh, close enough.
“Don’t worry, this one literally has gold on it, so you will die if you eat it.”
“Good, that was the goal.”
Talk about a rich flavor.
“You hit me in my nose! That’s the spot where I don’t like being hit!”
“Well then that’s where I’ll hit you on repeated instances!”
Sonic being a menace to society.
“Hey, that’s some good bars man, y’know I’m coming to kill you right now.”
“…Can you not do that?”
“Uhhh, for how long?”
“Give me at least…y’know fifteen, sixteen…years.”
Followed shortly by Eggman trying to gaslight Sonic into thinking he destroyed the world.
“If they did make a prune juice cocktail, like half prune juice, half vodka, that would be called the ‘factory reset’.”
I have no idea how they started talking about prune juice, but whatever.
“I HAVE…REEFER MADNESS!”
The Dark Story version of Rouge and Knuckles’ encounter is…strange to say the least.
“Hey that’s…”
“Hey, that’s…”
“Hey, that’s…”
“Hey, that’s!”
I think Shadow’s the fake hedgehog around here.
“I’m gonna kill you, and I’m sober now, ‘cause I went to my own intervention!”
Sometimes it just be like that.
“That was completely unnecessary. My back hurts now.”
Screaming for three consecutive years finally caught up with him.
“I diagnose you with DEAD, Wazowski!”
The entire Roz sequence came out of nowhere, and I love it for that.
“IS THIS WHAT HOT TOPIC IS NOW?!”
Not pictured: the epilogue to the Piss Saga.
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rosewind2007 · 5 months
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I do need to admit publicly that when I first heard that Catherine Tate was going to be a companion back in 2006 (how can it be that long ago!) I expressed reservations
Beyond that, I thought it was a terrible idea
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Watched the first episode with her in it and completely recanted on that opinion: I was utterly wrong and she has been utterly brilliant
Like Donna’s character, I too now have a teenage child (actually I have two teenage children) and it’s so lovely to have my children think Donna is a wonderful character too
So, yeah: thank you Doctor Who
And yay for Catherine Tate being such a great actor
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thethirdromana · 5 months
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Some thoughts on the Star Beast:
New intro is lovely. Look at her go!
The BBC review complains about Murray Gold's "blunderingly obvious" music but it turns out I like my music blunderingly obvious.
Love the location shots to show that for once we are actually in London, not Cardiff pretending to be London.
In other signs of money being spent, the Meep looks amazing. And adorable. I assume the BBC has a range of Beep the Meep cuddly toys ready to go.
Speedy bit of UNIT backstory that I suspect will make no sense at all to someone who isn't already reasonably familiar with what UNIT is. Oh well, hope the 8-year-olds watching the show for the first time will catch up.
I love the Wrarth. Maybe they will have light-up eyes with the Meep-and-Wrarth toy boxset.
The storyline with Donna and Sylvia trying to figure out how best to support Rose is lovely.
Yasmin Finney is utterly brilliant. I don't know if we see more of Rose in the later specials? I hope we do, she feels a bit under-used here.
That said, I would have preferred the Doctor asking for the Meep's pronouns himself rather than it being at Rose's prompting. It doesn't feel like a very Doctorish thing to get wrong.
The courtroom scene is a delight. David Tennant is really very good at this.
I wish they had put slightly less gloop in his hair though.
I assume the twist means that they will simply have double the cuddly toys to sell: friendly Meep and evil Meep.
Magically un-burning London is a bit annoying, but I'll get over it, it's not really the point after all.
Grr RTD, you know that gender essentialism is bad even when it's purporting to be trans-inclusive, right? Right?
(I know everyone has pointed that out already, I'm behind).
David Tennant and Catherine Tate have incredible chemistry. It's unfortunate that Donna and Shaun don't, because otherwise I think that could have been a lovely depiction of a warm and unjealous relationship.
New TARDIS interior! The console is lovely, the rest is... weirdly big? Why is it so big? I predict that this will bother me until about 10 minutes into the next episode and then all other TARDIS interiors will feel too small.
What's with the... singing? on the end credits theme? I'm not sold.
Loved that overall though! Can't wait for the next one!
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Just remembering when Oldest was a child in light of people condemning medicating children. Now we had no idea he was autistic but we were reasonably positive he had ADHD.
He could not learn to read. At 3 he could recognize the names of any dinosaur but even at 7, words like "the" stymied him.
Now my child is not stupid by any stretch. As a teen he studies history for fun. It was just not something he could process.
To make things worse, he was given a gifted younger brother who learned to read by himself by the age of 4. In school he passed the grade level books in his classroom, got sent to pick books from the next grade up, passed those, and got sent another grade up to borrow books -- unfortunately once to Oldest's classroom as his teacher didn't know.
My child was convinced he was stupid. It helped a bit when I said that as much of a reader as I am -- I can cover 1000 pages in a day and read probably 250 books a year -- I didn't really learn until I was 8. Not sure if I could have and just nothing interested me until Narnia or if my brain was just not ready. And showing him studies showing the normal age for learning to read is not 5 or 6, its anywhere from 4 to 8.
It was hard but we were keeping it from hurting too bad... until 2 months before the end of second grade. You see third grade marks a transition where kids need to be able to read better and write more, and he was a year and a half behind the benchmark. The principal, which had been my teacher and speech team coach when I'd been in high school called me in to explain she had to hold him back, for his own good. That it wasn't a step taken lightly because they knew the harm it does to a child's self image but that he failing continuously would do just as much. (Made worse because there was talk at the same time about his brother skipping a grade, which would have put them -- 2 years apart -- in the same grade.) Because of our history, she agreed not to make it official until the end of the year, but wanted me prepared, because as she put it m, there were only 8 weeks left and there was simply no way he'd catch up that much that fast.
He had a doctor's appointment for ADHD a couple days later because I'd been told they shouldn't be given meds until they turned 8. He was quickly diagnosed and given Ritalin.
The change could not be overstated, and at the end if the year, he was exactly at the benchmark, having caught up that full year and a half in 8 weeks, something that a brilliant and dedicated educator (because she was truly invested in the best for all her students, she was a good one) thought utterly impossible.
All for the low price of taking one pill every morning. Don't refuse children medications to make their lives better and easier.
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catgirlcrisis · 7 months
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For drabble prompts: got anything for Ebenholz and "an unexpected friendship"?
"Siracusa," Ebenholz mumbles under his breath as he reads aloud.
There's a poster tacked up on the bulletin board just outside the cafeteria, advertising a two-week trip through the beautiful sights of Siracusa's countryside, sponsored by some travel agency that Rhodes Island must be partnered with.
He considers it. Ebenholz has got about a month's worth of vacation time, pushed onto him by the Doctor's generosity (and Hibiscus's needling, he suspects), after a long haul of successful, but draining, missions; the season of the company contracting out its "contingency" assignments had looked like an enticing prospect with the bonus pay that came along with it, but were utterly exhausting on Ebenholz - least in part because of his Arts.
His ear twitches idly as he catches the faint sound of approaching footsteps. Whoever it is, their gait is light, but swift. When he looks away from the poster, he catches the sight of a gray-haired Lupo, who drifts by to gaze at the advertisement as well.
"Siracusa," Ebenholz says, trying to strike up a conversation. "Have you been?"
The Lupo woman glances at him. Her amber eyes glint in the fluorescent light. "Yes."
"Is it as brilliant as they say?"
"Years ago, it might have been." The woman looks at the sloping valleys on the poster, the rolling hills of verdant green governed by the towering shadow of cerulean mountains that kiss the sky, the glare of the sun casting its glow on everything beneath it.
"And now?" he prompts.
"Probably not."
"So you tell me," he concedes. "But I might have to see for myself whether that proves true."
"Perhaps you will find something in it."
"Perhaps I already have."
At that, the woman finally breaks into a smile. It's small, muted - not something she's resisted; the stoicism is natural. But she's amused. "You are…?"
"Ebenholz." He extends his hand to her. She shakes it firmly. Her palm feels strangely cold, but then, so is his. "Of Leithanien."
"Texas," the Lupo replies. "Of Lungmen."
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