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My brain’s like “here’s what the metal of the gate feels like.

Here’s what the concrete underfoot feels like.

Here’s what the wind smells like.

Here’s what the house smells like as soon as you step inside.

Here’s the yellow-orange light drifting in to the living room from the dining room where the gathering is taking place.

The stairs are painted pale red.

The hall light is off.

Go up the stairs.

They will hear the door open and they will expect it to be her father and they will come to investigate when he doesn’t come to the dining room to greet them.

They will think he has gone upstairs, and will become concerned when he doesn’t come down after ten minutes.

Her sister Cecelia will go upstairs to make sure he’s okay, she’ll see that the door to her bedroom is open, she will think oh no, and will go to the door, expecting to see her father inside, being melancholy.

Instead she will see her sleeping in her bed under the covers, and the room is too dark to make out anything but her face, which is unfamiliar, because though twenty years haven’t passed, because time did not exist, she has aged approximately twenty years, and her sister will be frightened, thinking that a stranger has invaded the home.

She will lock the door behind her and go back downstairs to tearfully, anxiously, tell her mother that there is a stranger in her sister’s bedroom.

Her mother will order her and Margaret and the younger guests to sequester themselves in the kitchen and close and lock the doors, and she and two of the other adults will go upstairs to her room, and unlock the door, and turn the lights on to wake their unexpected and unwanted guest.

But she doesn’t react to the lights being turned on, she only jolts awake when her mother shakes her, and it quickly becomes obvious that she is blind, and can’t see them.

This revelation eases some of the aggression and fear from her mother and the other guests, but it only increases their confusion.

Is she lost?

How did she manage to get upstairs if she can’t see?

How did she know to come to this room?

Who is she?

They will see the deep scars that crisscross her neck and shoulders, and when she breaks down crying, they assume that she has escaped some horrible abuse.

When her insectoid legs are revealed, they are shocked and horrified, and come to the conclusion on their own that she was was being experimented on and tortured by evil scientists.

She confirms this, but is quickly losing coherency.

The stress of being detached and alone, of suddenly being back in a universe where time exists, is taking its toll, but before she loses consciousness, she manages to say, ‘Mama, it’s me, it’s Charley. I’ve come home.’”

Thanks, brain.

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My brain needs to stop giving me cool dreams for fanfiction without telling me how it ends. what am I supposed to do now brain. You didn’t tell me.

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I say ‘embrace the monologue’ because if you’re going to write fanfiction for characters who only exist in audio dramas, you just have to embrace the fact that 99% of your fic is going to be dialogue, because that’s the only way the character has existed so far. Everything about the environment you hear from their dialogue, everything they think or do, you hear from their dialogue. 

Just embrace the monologue.

#Rjalker listens to Doctor Who #Rjalker listens to Charley's adventures #Rjalker listens to the eigth doctor #Rjalker writes Alternate 1 #also all the other alternates #and #Rjalker writes whatever the heck this is gonna be called

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8,075 

I have kicked Rassilon’s ass I’m gonna kick Rassilon’s ass and I am currently kicking Rassilon’s ass

#I still cannot fucking believe the Khajiit are better time travelers than the literal Time Lords.. #like Romana eXCUSE ME whAT are YOU TALKING ABOUT #Rjalker writes whatever the heck this is gonna be called #word count

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I’m just gonna edit this when I add more. Usually there’s only one timeline of fanfiction I want to write for any given series. Not for this...

Divergent: 

that’s not how bubble universes work and I stopped paying attention because it was stupid and dumb and I am aware canon has made a decision but it’s a ridiculous decision that undermines literally everything that has led up to this point and and makes literally no sense and also I stopped fucking paying attention because everyone was out of character and boring so I don’t even know what exactly I’m contradicting but that’s not how this works. That’s not how anything works.

If it were that simple it would never have been a thing because it would have ended the tinest fraction of a measurement of time after it began because time does not fucking exist there.

No. Just no. They’re in the Divergent universe until the Time Lords are like “Well. We’re doomed anyways so we might as well go get that idiot and see if he can kill the Daleks faster than he kills us because it’s not like we have anything to lose.”

Alternate 1: 

the TARDIS says “FUCK YOU I’VE BEEN SENDING YOU THIS SOS MESSAGE FOR FIVE THOUSAND FUCKING YEARS STOP IGNORING IT” and just fucking slams herself out of the Vortex and lands herself on a ghost ship and then just starts yelling at the Doctor (in the Brigadier’s voice) to stop fucking around and go outside right this fucking instant! 

Donna, Martha, and Rose are like O: because they were not aware that the TARDIS could do that.

Alternate 2: 

Nine and Rose are in London when the “Disturbance™” occurs and they’re like heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy those guys look suspicious lets follow them and then Bertram collapses and they’re like ‘oh shit maybe they weren’t suspicious after all maybe they’re just injured’ and run over to help. The Doctor distracts the police while Rose helps them get Bertram to his feet and out of sight.

Alternate 3:

They better have. Help me, Serah Farron, you’re my only hope.

Alternate 4:

Charley kicks down the TARDIS door (but only for the sake of drama, the TARDIS was teaming up with her and they choreographed it so she didn’t actually kick her because the TARDIS loves her) and shouts “HEY DOCTOR GUESS WHAT WE’RE GONNA DO TODAY?!?!?!?!” 

Alternate 5

Gwen cooper.

Alternate 6:

The sad dream :( :( :( :(

Nchuthnkarst: 

just. absolute fucking chaos. Just for the pure fun of it. Everyone is confused except Zabni because she has lost the ability to give a shit about time except for where her friends dying is concerned. Thaddeus has a headache. whatstheirfaces are just. bewildered and writing everything down to study later. There are multiple instances of the Doctor and his companions including multiple instances of the Doctor and the same companions just a few days apart and everyone is flipping out and confused as fuck and the Doctor has a migraine the entire time because literally what the fuck is happening

#is this implying Thaddeus is part time lord? I mean #maybe on his mother's side hahaha #Rjalker writes fanfiction #Doctor Who spoilers #Eighth Doctor Adventures spoilers #Doctor Who audio spoilers #vague but still #Rjalker listens to Doctor Who #Rjalker listens to the eigth doctor #Rjalker listens to Charley's adventures #Rjalker writes whatever the heck this is gonna be called #also known as Divergent1 #edit this to update #edit this

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Anyways if my brain could care to enlighten me as to what happens next in No Stumble No Fall that'd be great

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KK goodnight at 2:08AM,

Tomorrow I need to finish writing No Stumble, No Fall,

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My brain: And the Time Lords had done her too much harm to ever trust in their beneficence.

Me: their what.

My brain: Their beneficence.

Me: I don’t think that’s a real word.

My brain: yes it is.

Me: are you sure.

My brain: google it.

Me: okay, I will.

Google: Beneficence is defined as an act of charity, mercy, and kindness with a strong connotation of doing good to others including moral obligation.

Me: .......when did we learn this.

My brain: Beats the hell out of me.

#>.> #oky #sure #Rjalker writes whatever the heck this is gonna be called

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“Blind people have used canes as mobility tools for centuries,[6] but it was not until after World War I that the white cane was introduced.

In 1921 James Biggs, a photographer from Bristol who became blind after an accident and was uncomfortable with the amount of traffic around his home, painted his walking stick white to be more easily visible.[7]

In 1931 in France, Guilly d'Herbemont launched a national white stick movement for blind people. On February 7, 1931, Guilly d'Herbemont symbolically gave the first two white canes to blind people, in the presence of several French ministers. 5,000 more white canes were later sent to blind French veterans from World War I and blind civilians.[8]“

hmmmm......pretty sure her uncle is French but I don’t know if he’s still alive.

Oh.

In other news October 15th is “White Can Safety Day” so. cool. 

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Oh my god I'm so dumb there are supposed to be seven of them I only came up with six names and only just noticed....

Anyways here are the adorable hybrid babies. A whole slew of genetic material to choose from and most of it isn't humanoid, because this is the universe where all the non-humanoid sentient life forms were sent because SOMEBODY (RASSILON) is a peice of shit.

They just pick through the babies trying to figure out which ones are theirs like....i think that one has your nose. Hey! That one has the same scar on its hand as me! How is thag even possible?! Hey that one has your eyes!!! Yep, that is definitely a human nose. Alright I guess we have to check to see how many hearts they all have.....what do you mean most of them have three hearts that doesn't narrow it down at all.

Somehow they're gonna have to figure out how to give all these kids clothes. And shoes. And figure out what they eat. And they're all going to develop at different rates and it's gonna be crazy.

Still can't believe I only came up with six names instead of seven but you know what. That works. Three parents, seven kids (Freedom isn't here but she is also included), that's a good ratio.

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[ID: A stockphoto of a young girl crying in frustration while drawing with a crayon. end ID]

trying to figure out how to describe the passage of time in a universe where time doesn’t exist

#Rjalker writes whatever the heck this is gonna be called #:| #okay C'rizz did two (2) funny things #beating a Dalek to death and being sarcastic as fuck everytime Charley and Eight talked aobut time #'you just need time' 'oh great I need something and I don't even know what it is'

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9,387 words so far goodngith

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Which means it’s time to research when white canes were invented/popularized to see if she could even have one at this point in time.

Which...also requires me to pick the specific year this is happening in.

Well. She left October 5th, 1930, and.........I guess that’ll make this Octoberish 1931 because I want at least a year to have passed and it makes sense she’d be dropped off at this point since this is, for lack of a better term, the same moment she left.

The universe, that is, assuming their guesstimations of how long she’d been travelling with him were correct at 6 months, and then they were also......what was even going on. Were they unconcious? Either way they spent another straight six months incapacitated and unaware so that’s a year. And then the whole thing happened.

So yeah. October something 1931.

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but seriously why did that dream show me what everything looked like if Charley and thus I was currently blind.

Brain, how does that make sense??

#and I've been blind in my dreams before and still been able to see but that was different #I could see but I also couldn't. in like. a split perspective sort of thing #and then there are the dreams where I legitimately can't see or can't open my eyes #but that wasn't what was going on in this dream #so okay brain #Rjalker writes whatever the heck this is gonna be called

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oh I actually did finish writing the last part of it that was from............................my?.........perspective.....when did that happen....

#Rjalker writes whatever the heck this is gonna be called #the dream with Charley #the FIRST ONE THAT WAS COOL #NOT THE SECOND ONE THAT WAS SAD AND TERRIBLE