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[yes7erdays]

too sleepy to write so i'm giffing and this is the greatest cap in dw history

#〉 ooc ₎ long story short it was a bad time

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i cannot believe i just said that out loud.

❛⠀ the guy upstairs really forgot to install that chip in you, ⠀ ❜ ⠀ she says, blending an old saying of her mother's whenever she misbehaved ( when he was creating you, god forgot to gift you with common sense, my darling ) with some words she picked up on their trip to the 21st century, not a stitch of doubt in her tone. if she is using it wrong, well... then maybe she is creating a new expression. the doctor was always boasting about doing that, couldn't she sprinkle a bit of her own sugar and spice into the universe?

❛⠀ hmmm, what are we to do? and don't even think about breaking out that ugly fella of yours. ⠀ ❜ ⠀ hands resting on her hips, clara tapped her feet to the ground, eyes playful and bright. ⠀ ❛⠀ one date was enough, thank you. ⠀ ❜

#〉 answered ₎ fear can make you kind. #long-song #the amount of ridiculous things i thought he could have said #i couldn't decide

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José Olivarez

#〉 musings ₎ i saw the world from the stars' point of view and it looked unbearably lonely.

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❛⠀⠀well, i don't blame ya. i've seen the sorry excuse people try to pass off as tea here, and let me tell you, i wouldn't drink that if i was dying and someone mixed that in with the antidote. ⠀ ❜ ⠀ not wholly an exaggeration. but if she aping it up a little bit? perhaps. sue her, she wants the guy she kidnapped to like her, or at least crack a smile, his glower is really stuffing up the room. ⠀ ❛⠀⠀this is proper english tea. ⠀ ❜ ⠀

sipping her tea, she nodded along, letting him have his moment in the sun before shaking her head, dark fringe covering her eyes.

❛⠀⠀oh, uh. sorry? this is actually not about you? ⠀ ❜ ⠀

“I’m not really into the whole tea thing.” Words uttered casually, as if they were just sitting there, having a conversation under totally different circumstances. Maybe he was getting used to being kidnapped and held captive? It wasn’t the first time this happened. Though at least nobody was pointing guns at him this time and threatening his life. Not really, at least. Being able to move his hands would have been nice, but they are tired behind his back to the chair, and he cannot help but feel this is all a little too old-school and cliché. And he fell for it. Hell.

“I’d love an explanation, though. – What this is all about. Money? It’s usually ‘bout money with me. Or tech. So… Anything I can help you with?” The snappy tone just came naturally; acting as though this was merely an annoyance to him, but nothing more. MAYBE HE REALLY WAS GETTING USED TO IT. Or he was just getting better at shrugging it off. Even if being unable to actually move was slowly getting to him.

#dereiserne #interactions. #〉 series vii ₎ that was page one.

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hand rises to cover her lips, a smacking sound echoing in the cottage. doe eyes -- before a pool of frustration, soften with reluctant humor, a nearby candle making stars dance in the dark depths. if she had his name... well, if she had his name, clara suspects she would be buried six feet under, or maybe the universe would have ceased to exist, something dramatic, fitting for the alien who lost her in cornwall of all places. cornwall! ❛⠀ well... ⠀ ❜ ⠀ she starts, then retracts her hand, curling her fingers into her palm. ⠀ ❛⠀ uh, sorry about that. uh, that's gonna be... see, the thing is, and it's a funny thing, believe me, uh... he sort of, well, doesn't have a name? ⠀ ❜

" i'm afraid i cannot help you if you don't tell me his name. " there is a note of frustration creeping into his voice. until how, he had been patient and - he thought - understanding. after all, who would not sympathize with her plight? lost and separated from her companion in a strange countryside. of course he intended to help her however he could. his door and his hearth were open to her as long as she needed... now if only she would help him help her... " there are numerous doctors in the district. tell me his name and i can easily summon him... "

starter call. --> @yes7erdays

#oh god is dwight going to say it #interactions. #〉 series viii ₎ never met a sentence she didn't want to interrupt.

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❛⠀ oh, you're one of those, aren't you? you looked too well-adjusted for that, but, well, you can't account for my taste. ⠀ ❜ ⠀ despite the scrunch of her nose, and thick, judgmental drawl, oswin follows chloe without a word, curious. ⠀ ❛⠀ i get respect. but, beautiful? that's... stretching the definition of the word. you are beautiful, that is not.⠀ ❜

"Everyone and everything is odd. It's an important component of the workings of the universe." Chloe replies easily, and she smiles up at Oswin. "Well, I happen to think he is beautiful. And he deserves some respect, thank you. I'll go put him somewhere where he can't be stepped on."

#chloevlinder #〉 oswin ₎ i'm not a dalek. #interactions.

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ANYONE BUT YOU (2023) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

you still live at 28 fuckboy lane?

there's a reason why you're alone. no one can trust you.

i still think about the night we spent together.

these last few days really made me realize how much i miss you.

that night at your place, no matter how it ended, it was still pretty amazing.

so... you gonna kiss me now?

you'll always be my rock bottom.

okay, nuzzle my neck. get in there.

we are not together. we were faking it the whole time.

we have to kick it up a notch. make it feel like we're in the ga-ga stage.

you know, i feel really bad about that.

did you catch him measuring his dick with a ruler app?

you scared the shit out of me.

we're getting pretty good at faking it.

it doesn't matter how we found out.

permission to put my left hand on your right buttock?

okay, not in circles. it's not a magic lamp.

are you not wearing underwear?

we do not inherit the earth. we just borrow it from our creatures.

i have a better idea. you just let me do everything.

thanks for being so cool about all of this.

you want a coffee? it's the best n the world.

there's only one bed, but we hung a shower curtain in the middle.

hi. where's your bathroom?

i could have done it myself, but whatever. thanks.

thanks for not stealing my coat.

is that really a two person job?

you would let me die?

they think i'm throwing my life away.

no, that was rude. i apologize to anyone that was listening.

i don't know. i'm not good at this, sorry.

i'm from a different generation.

i'm not talking about love. i'm talking about dick.

all that matters is that we're together.

that's not me anymore. i'm free now. i'm deprogrammed.

no way, that man does not have a heart.

well, that didn't take long.

if i never ask you for anything ever again, can you please just lay off of me this weekend?

let's just have a moment to calm ourselves.

no one cares. no one can see us.

we were on a break, asshole.

either way, someone's lying to someone.

i must have really gotten under your skin.

you used none of those terms properly.

i cannot believe i just said that out loud.

i'm sorry. my life is a disaster right now.

look at this place. it looks like every serial killer reenactment documentary.

no matter how broken something is, there's always a way to fix it.

this whole thing is so new to me.

i don't really like labels, but i like you a whole bunch.

so are you going to ask me out now?

so if we were getting attacked by giant spiders, you would not be able to protect us?

you two know each other?

i'm going to go grab a drink. door's that way if you're looking to sneak out. i know that's your thing.

i'm going to get a drink and toast to never seeing you again.

how crazy is it that we're on the same plane?

why do so many of us feel stuck?

you don't even play tennis.

we're fine if he just stays away from me.

you're such a romantic.

i was hoping you'd come. i wanted to message you, but i didn't know how you'd feel about hearing from me.

they're also a little worried how you're gonna react to all this.

you have a little something in your teeth.

we need to come up with a game plan.

you are so terrible at this.

it's harder than you think.

they know i would never go out with a guy like you.

we just suck face in front of everybody.

you're calling me a fuckboy like it's an insult? i own that shit.

let's just be affectionate. i know it's a foreign concept for you.

you were the one who said there's a thin line between love and hate.

i think it was more of a euphemism for crying alone.

i definitely didn't hate you.

last night was the first thing i haven't regretted in a long time.

i love the weird way you stick your hand down my pants.

#〉 inbox ₎ keen to move on. #i need to finish studying this one lesson then i'm going to hang out here <3

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_________  ⋆˚ ★ INCOMING TRANSMISSION / ENDLESS EDITS OF YES7ERDAYS

#〉 DRAGON AGE. ₎ the mystery of origins has to be encoded somewhere in the fabric of the universe. #my edits. #love my little fake cousland

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Clara Oswald | Mummy on the Orient Express

#screaming about how pretty #〉 appearance ₎ a mystery wrapped in an enigma.

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WHEN HE WAS WICKED SENTENCE STARTERS.

change pronouns and gendered nouns as necessary.

“i didn’t say you had to marry her. just dance with her once or twice.”

“you will not approach ____, you will not even breathe the same air. do i make myself clear?”

“i’m just so angry, and i’m sad, and i’m upset, and i look at you and i don’t understand why you’re not.”

“i thought it was a lady’s prerogative to change her mind.”

“it’s a lady’s prerogative to do anything she wants.”

“of course you have a terrible reputation. but you are endlessly charming, and so you are always forgiven.”

“but don’t you dare say i didn’t warn you. once you are out in society, and the young ladies have you backed into a corner with their mamas coming in for the kill, you will be begging for my help.”

“i love you, did you know that?”

“you really ought to endeavor to calm down.”

“it isn’t gossip, it’s the honest dissemination of information.”

“am i meant to take solace in that?”

“if one more person asks me about _____, i swear my head will explode.”

“and what renders him so unmarriageable?”

“well, i would have defended myself. my brothers showed me how.”

“for heaven’s sake, you of all people ought to understand the insanity of such a suggestion.”

“don’t you want another kiss?”

“i hereby vow not to ravish you. at least not this morning, and not without your permission.”

“i don’t know. i need more time.”

“you haven’t exactly been the model of christian rectitude.”

“don’t push my temper.”

“for god’s sake, _____, can’t you let me think? can’t you give me just a little time to think?”

“the gesture, you mean? why, i’m courting you.”

“i wouldn’t dream of forcing you to endure my company for one moment longer.”

“i don’t know a damned thing, _____. i don’t even know you any longer.”

“if you can’t be with me, if you can’t give all of yourself to me, then i want you gone.”

“why? it’s because i love you, damn me to hell. because I’ve always loved you.

“and god only knows i don’t deserve you, but i love you, anyway.”

“if this is to end, you will have to do it. you will have to walk away, _____. because now…after everything…i’m just not strong enough to say goodbye.”

“i’ll marry you, if you’ll still have me.”

“i don’t know. don’t make me figure it out.”

“there will be no backing out. no cold feet. no changed minds.”

“you will be mine. this is it. do you understand?”

“_____, don’t be daft.”

“eager little thing, aren’t we?”

“what the devil are you doing to me?”

“i…started feeling something for someone that perhaps i shouldn’t have done.” 

“now why would i do that when i can dance with you instead?”

“say the word and i will crush his ribs.”

“were you watching me?”

“i’m always watching you.”

“heaven forbid i find love.”

“you, my dear, are clearly the catch of the season.”

“you live to flirt and seduce.”

“and here i thought i knew everything about you.”

“this is a very odd conversation for the breakfast table.”

“oh, don’t look at me like I’m about to kill your cat.”

“it’s better with you here.”

“you can’t ask this of me. i can’t do it.”

“i think— i think we had better not see each other for a while.”

“you can’t just dismiss me.”

“oh, you know. all those things i have to do to prepare for a life of dissolution and aimlessness.”

“i wish you wouldn’t speak that way.” 

“very well. tell me about something wicked, then.”

“____, there are some things you will never understand.”

“that’s a terrible thing to say.”

“forgive me. i’m tired, i’m cold, and i’m an ass.”

“it’s good to see you again. it truly is.”

“i believe my reputation can withstand it.”

“chin up, _____. i’m sure you will endure.”

“don’t you dare try your usual tricks on me. i know exactly how you operate.”

“i don’t believe i have ever seen you quite so put out.”

“marry her. it seems simple enough.”

“last i checked, there was nothing illegal in that.”

“i want a baby. is there something surprising in that?”

“it is the silliest—no, quite the stupidest—question i have ever heard.”

“i hadn’t meant to kiss you.”

#〉 inbox ₎ keen to move on.

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a longing for, and to be closer to, the moon

tumblr // saiba 1858 // crying for the moon, francis ferdinand maurice cook // pretty guardian sailor moon // ah, moon—and star!, emily dickinson // why not, loona // richard siken // theseafiles // two girls on a veranda beside a stream with the moon, suzuki harunobu // rumi

#〉 about ₎ i worry that love is violence.

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under the spell of his voice, clara can almost forget there is a reason why she is sitting on a table and not on a chair, why the hairs on the back of her neck remain bristled, the metallic taste of adrenaline coating her tongue. there is something almost magical about it. his fingers dance across the table, elegantly laying the cards down, a swish and flick that tries — and almost succeeds — at drawing her eye.

either way, she wins.

splaying her palms on the table, pinky finger grazing the card she suspects to be the queen, clara leans forward, smiling up at him.⠀ ❛⠀ sure you don't want to amend those conditions, mister? cause i'm thinking, with how you're betting, it's gonna be you and me, and your redheaded friend, and a casino. ⠀ ❜ ⠀

                 ❛            alright , so ! it's all a game of perception & deception , yeah. find the queen , keep an eye on the queen.            ❜            as i spoke , my fingers deftly moved over the splayed cards turned face down 'pon the desk , shuffling the 5 flattened shapes with a slight grin on my face. it was an odd sensation , focusing on a game rather than life or death , but .. endearing , too. like i can't control everything that's going on in this doomed library , but this .. this i can control.                 ❛            right ! where's the queen , clara ?            ❜

leaning back in my cross - legged seat , i abandoned the cards between us , hands falling to my lap as i cast her an eager , dimpled grin. five cards lay face down between us , one of them being the queen. hands shift , grasping at my overlapped ankles as i leaned forward in my seat , brows inching quizzically toward my hairline.                 ❛            tell you what. if you win , donna & i will take you somewhere fun. anywhere you'd like to go , the choice is yours. but if i win .. i get to pick the destination. fair ?            ❜             ooh , she'd like the tardis. everyone did , but there was something innately curious & vibrant about her. it was infectious.

#timedten #〉 library ₎ doe eyes of a girl with strange brownish hair. #interactions.

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the english teacher in her can't help but play the synonyms game, an all too charming smirk curling into her lips as she leans in closer, hand wrapping around the arm-rest as she whispers. ❛⠀ and what happens if i ask you indecorously? ⠀ ❜ ⠀ with how she is acting, there is no reason for her to whisper, her intentions clear, but she keeps her tone low, northern-brogue thicker as she continues chattering on. ⠀ ❛⠀ what do i get then? ⠀ ❜

"Oh, no. I mean for here. Trust me, I won't torture you that much." She knows children can be brutal. She never completely understands it, but she accommodates it. Especially for Clara. How can't she? That never ending, infectious spirit was hard to just push past. "I'll get you a nice one, don't you worry. And if you really want a nice one for your classroom too, I suppose you will just have to ask me nicely."

Smile falls and eyebrows raise quickly at Clara's dry response. She lets out a little stunned laugh, smile coming back as quickly as the sun in the form of a grin. She sets her glasses down, eyes twinkling up at her before she quickly goes and saves her work. "All right, Miss Oswald." She leans back in her chair. "I'm all yours."

#chloevlinder #interactions. #〉 series viii ₎ never met a sentence she didn't want to interrupt.

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❛⠀⠀more like farmers in need of a scarecrow. ⠀ ❜ ⠀ clara deadpans, devilishly pleased with herself. there. she waited, and the opportunity presented itself on a silver platter. ⠀ ❛⠀⠀i'm happy to report there was no thieving in the fields, that season. not just crows, animals steered clear. not even old man bob, who was known to pilfer some produce the night before harvesting, risked it that year. your face is quite the local legend. ⠀ ❜

brown gaze followed the path of his fingers, a slight bloom of curiosity peaking through. a slight widening of the eyes, nothing more. not now, anyway. if this amount of backtalk got her a magic trick, she wondered what one day of stubborn silence would drive him to do?

❛⠀⠀out of curiosity, ⠀ ❜ ⠀ she says, mimicking his uninterested tone, fingers lacing behind her back as she takes the opposite path around the pond, steps slowly and lazy. ⠀ ❛⠀⠀what crimes wouldn't be in there? in your own estimation, of course. we can even make it a game. if you say something i haven't seen i get a... boon. if i do, i'll tell you if you if the drawing is, well, ⠀ ❜ ⠀she says, finishing in front of him, bold lips curled in a self-satisfied grin.

“Well, you know how it is—devilishly charming with a heart of gold didn’t fit on the poster, and it’s my understanding they already had enough of a problem with young romantics thieving my posters off the streets.”

He paused, boots scuffing in the dirt as he shifted closer. Raising a hand between them, a coin flickered between long fingers stacked with elaborate rings; only a trick, nothing more. A bit of sleight of hand he’d picked up during his years of piracy. “Glad to see I made an impression. No need to play coy—my face has that effect.” The coin suddenly stilled between his fingers, vanishing into his palm as he turned away.

“Out of curiosity—“ a few paces carried him to the edge of a mirror-dark pond—“Which crimes specifically were listed on the poster? The memory’s a little vague. Can’t be seen studying my own wanted posters too closely.” And that was true—but it wasn’t his only reason for asking. He was more interested in identifying exactly which bounty she’d seen, and from where.

#sunderdust #〉 bg3 ₎ influenced by literature and poetry. #interactions.

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“ we were just leaving... ” @techiko

❛⠀ hold it right there! ⠀ ❜⠀ ⠀ travelling with the doctor, clara had grown used to being the subject of a number of strange looks. there was the classic: what the hell is wrong with her. the always charming: i'm trying very hard not to stare at what she is wearing, 18th century dress is so out of season. and her personal favorite: she is a raving lunatic! and a lot more in-between.

the thing is, the woman, and her friends were being really normal about the entire thing. abnormally normal. here she was, holding an alien dog in her arms ( four tails, six legs, seashells for ears ) and the woman was acting like nothing was wrong.

which, in the grand scheme of things, is incredibly suspicious.

❛⠀ who are you? ⠀ ❜⠀

#〉 answered ₎ fear can make you kind. #techiko

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You think that's a good idea?

not particularly, but it was too late to stop now. the wheels were in motion, metaphorically and physically, the carriage groaning in the uneven ground of the road between them, leaving behind london and possibly her only choice to reunite with the doctor in this century.

but it was done now.

❛⠀ i've always wanted to visit scotland this time of year. ⠀ ❜⠀

#gretn.a gr.een? gret.na gr.een? following someone else? eloping? trying to stir scandal because one of his siblings did something? who knows #bridgeirton

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#yes7erdays, mostly favours travel books, science kits. strict ban on hair products. marginal for the naughty list, ’93. believer until the age of nine; a private, highly-selective, mutuals-only portrayal of 𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘙𝘈 𝘖𝘚𝘞𝘈𝘓𝘋 from bbc’s doctor who (2005) , as lovingly told by odette (27, she/her, timezones are fake), headcanon based with show influences, anti-moffat && anti-gatiss, a sad tale about life holding hands with death.

A STUDY IN :  fear as a superweapon, loyalty to an eldritch horror, becoming the horror yourself, rebirth && destruction, the deconstruction of the manic pixie girl, the driving force of the universe being love, and how selfishness and selflessness are two sides of the same coin.

#self promo. #love me