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[hgracieeees]

love to keep me warm ❄️💙

my first microfic written for @tentoorosemicrofics! words: 1073, rated: G, prompts used: icy tags: microfic, winter, cold weather, sharing a bed, sharing body head, emotional hurt/comfort, mild hurt/comfort, fluff, domestic fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, title from a song titled after the song by Laufey & dodie READ ON AO3

The Doctor was very frustrated with the inferior homeostasis that a new human body brought, relative to his previously superior physiology.

In other words, he was cold. 

Very cold.

It had started snowing the minute that they’d landed back in London, and he wasn’t happy about it. A week away in Australia checking out some newly-recovered alien tech had been so deliciously warm (with moments of blinding heat in between, courtesy of summer in the land down under) that even as they knew the wintry weather had well and truly settled in back home, Rose and the Doctor were blissfully ignorant of just how cold London could get. 

Rose seemed inexplicably functional, something that the Doctor just could not understand. When they were traveling together, it was always one of his companions lagging behind to try and warm up or cool down, regulate their temperature. He had a vivid memory of Donna on an icy ood-populated planet… but now it was he who was trying to cover himself with as many blankets as possible while Rose just chucked on a hoodie and got on with the day. 

“Rose, it’s freezing!”

“It’s not even below zero today, Doctor, it’s not even scientifically freezing,” She laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead, his body instinctively chasing the warmth of her breath against his skin, “We have to get to work.”

“No, the labs are so cold. Would it kill them to turn the heater on?” The Doctor whined, shivering as he peeled off layer by layer of fluffy warmth. 

“Doctor, I don’t have to explain to you why they have to mediate temperatures in labs. Come on, it’s warmer in there than it is outside, so the quicker you get out of the house, the sooner you’ll be back inside.” 

Rose couldn’t do anything but laugh as the Doctor whined and groaned about it all the way to work and into the lab, watching a shiver go down his spine whenever someone so much as mentioned opening the door and letting the outside cold air in.

“You are such a sook,” Rose told him that night as he pressed his face against her collarbone, apparently trying to fuse his body with hers in an attempt to preserve body heat, his arms wrapped possessively around her waist. 

“I am not.” He said petulantly, his sentiment somewhat dampened by his current position. Rose could only coo teasingly and press a kiss to the crown of his head, feeling his responding grumble against her skin. 

“Come on, you used to love the snow!”

“I still do, I just don’t like the cold,” The Doctor was finally starting to acclimate, feeling some sort of tingly warmth coming back to his extremities where they were pressed against the soft flannel of Rose’s pyjamas, feeling the curvature of her back underneath the warm fabric, “This bloody body and its inferior homeostasis…” 

“I didn’t even think of that. That you used to not…” Rose said after a moment, her lips freezing where they were pressing repetitive kisses against his head, her voice going quiet and meek.

The Doctor just hummed in response, trying to nestle even closer into Rose’s embrace and realising that her body was tenser than it was a moment ago, “Rose, are you alright?”

She seemed to shake herself a bit, relaxing slightly, “Yeah. ‘M fine.” 

He pulled back, trying not to wince at the cold air, finding the places that had been pressed against Rose’s skin a moment ago, “You don’t seem like it.” He ducked his head, trying to catch her eye as she clearly avoided it, “Look at me, love.” 

Rose sighed, now being the petulant one, and unwillingly met the Doctor’s eyes. He reached out a hand and pushed the hair back from her face, trying to hide the wince at how his fingers ached in the cold. 

“‘I used to not’ what, Rose?”

“You used to not be cold. Or hot. Or have any of these annoying human inconveniences or discomforts,” She tensed again, even as she began to run a finger up and down his arm out of nervous energy, “You could have kept living like that. Some version of you is living like that, out there somewhere…” 

The Doctor sighed, though not in anger. This wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation, not even in the first hundred - and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. The things he and Rose had been through, had done to be with each other, had done to each other in the past - and he was the worst in the latter category - those things don’t just get fixed with a kiss on a beach. He didn’t want to stop talking about this, not until it wasn’t even a thought in either of their minds, and he wasn’t sure that day would ever come.

“But he doesn’t have you, my Rose,” He told her simply, pressing a kiss to her mouth, feeling her smile against his lips, before wincing and quickly pulling away, “Rassilon, why are your lips so cold?!” 

Rose grinned, somewhat placated for the moment being, and suddenly turned her attention to pressing kiss after kiss all over his face, onto any patch of bare skin she could reach, small pricks of ice sending shivers across his skin and down his spine (not necessarily just from the cold). After a moment he found his place back pressed against her collarbone, his cheek and hands warming up from her skin, her kisses now once again pressed to the top of his head, where his hair protected him from the worst of the cold. 

“My Rose, I would experience every petty human discomfort or inconvenience, all at once, forever, just for the opportunity to give you a single kiss - you know that, right?”

She laughed, more of an incredulous exhale of air more than anything, making him grin against her throat, nipping her soft skin for good measure and making her yelp. 

“You say that…” She responded, unconvinced.

“I mean that,” The Doctor could only reply, pressing kisses wherever his mouth could reach, as if that was the key to convincing her.

A comfortable silence fell, the Doctor and Rose curling as tightly as they could around each other - they could say it was for the sake of staying warm, sharing body heat… but they both knew that was far from being the main reason.

#writing #doctor who #fanfiction #fanfic #rose tyler #ten x rose #tenrose #tenth doctor #tentoo #microfic #winter #cold weather #sharing a bed #sharing body heat #emotional hurt/comfort #mild hurt/comfort #fluff #domestic fluff #tooth rotting fluff #title from a song #song lyrics

[go-to-the-mirror]

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Doctor Who (2005)

Relationship: Tenth Doctor & Donna Noble

Characters: Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Donna Noble

Additional Tags: Whumptober, Whumptober 2023, Post-Episode: s04e02 The Fires of Pompeii, Post-Episode: s04e03 Planet of the Ood, Post-Episode: s04e06 The Doctor's Daughter, Post-Episode: s04e10 Midnight, POV Donna Noble, Literal Sleeping Together, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, < because i didnt want to deal with The Thoughts, yes i am painfully aware of the irony, He/Him and It/Its Pronouns for Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), The Doctor & Donna Noble Friendship, The Doctor (Doctor Who) Has C-PTSD - Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder

Words: 942

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Donna tries to get the Doctor to sleep, to mixed success. --- The Doctor doesn’t respond, so Donna continues. “You just run all the time, spaceman.” “Keeps things interesting,” the Doctor says. “Keeps you from thinking.” There’s a pause, before the Doctor says, “Yeah.” --- Written for Whumptober 2023, day 12. Prompt used is insomnia.

“You look tired,” Donna says.

It’s right after Pompeii and they’re curled up in one of the TARDIS’s rooms, half watching a movie — she thinks it’s a Monty Python thing, but she’s never seen it before, not that she’s paying much attention. It’s just something to have in the background so they don’t have to talk — about what happened in Pompeii, about what the Doctor told her about its people.

“Just a long day,” the Doctor answers.

“Doesn’t mean you’re not tired.”

The Doctor glances over to her, face unreadable, and shrugs.

The subject is dropped, like most subjects are that day.

---

“How does the telepathy work?” asks Donna.

They’re sitting on the floor of the main room, the Doctor fixing something and Donna handing him tools.

“What do you mean?” the Doctor asks. “Hand me the, um—“ it makes a grabbing motion with his hands, and Donna hands him the pliers.

“You said you have telepathy, and the Oods are also telepathic. Do you sing like them?”

The Doctor shakes his head. “No, when I’m not touching someone, my telepathy’s usually… more low level.”

“Yeah?”

“Constant empathetic telepathy. I feel what people are feeling. Works best with other telepathic creatures.”

“And when you’re touching someone?”

“I could make you hear the Ood,”

“And that’s it?”

The Doctor leans back from what he’s working on and takes its glasses off. “No, I can do more. Time Lords have quite powerful telepathy, actually. Oods are just a bit more… versatile, I suppose.”

“Are they going to be okay?”

The Doctor turns to look at Donna, then shrugs. “If the humans don’t try anything, they should be alright.”

“And if they do?”

“Oods have no defences. No natural predators. They’re like… dodos, or penguins. On Earth.”

“The dodos are all dead.”

“But the penguins aren’t,” the Doctor counters. “We can go back sometime, see if they’re still alright.”

“I’d like that,” Donna says, holding back a yawn. “Long day. I’m going to go to bed. You coming, spaceman?”

“Going to work on this a bit more. You think about where we’re going.”

“I don’t even know what options there are.”

The Doctor grins up at her. “Fine, we’ll put her on random again. Whole universe to explore!”

“Is that why you never sleep?”

The Doctor waves her off. “I sleep plenty.”

---

“Do you want to just take a break? Get some sleep, have a day to just… process it all?”

The Doctor looks up from the guidebook of the city they’re in — Donna still hasn’t been able to understand what any of the Doctor’s rambling explanations actually mean, but she’s fairly sure they’re underneath an ocean, an ocean that may be about to flood the place — but continues walking in front of her. Martian and its long legs.

“This is a break,” he answers.

“Yeah, so why are we speed-walking to the city council building?”

“Bit too urgent to take a stroll.”

“So, not a break, then.”

The Doctor stops, turns around, takes off his glasses. “There’s a whole universe to see, there’s a whole universe to save, people who need our help.”

“And you have a time machine.”

The Doctor doesn’t respond, so Donna continues. “You just run all the time, spaceman.”

“Keeps things interesting,” the Doctor says.

“Keeps you from thinking.”

There’s a pause, before the Doctor says, “Yeah.”

---

“You look exhausted.”

“I am,” the Doctor answers, and Donna knows it’s bad when he doesn’t try to deny it.

“I should have been there,” Donna says and the Doctor shrugs.

“I don’t think it would’ve changed anything.”

“I would’ve stopped them.”

The Doctor shrugs again, then is quiet, before Donna stands up.

“Come on, let’s go.”

She walks with the Doctor to the TARDIS. It’s quiet, unbearably quiet. Things just aren’t quiet with the Doctor, things aren’t still, and yet the alien next to her is both.

“Go to sleep,” she says. “You’ll feel better in the morning.”

It looks at her, and she hates it when his face is blank like that, because she knows him well enough now to know what it means.

“I don’t want to just lie there,” it says, and that’s wrong too, because it’s not part of their little song and dance. Donna says he needs to sleep, the Doctor says it doesn’t want to sleep because there’s a whole universe out there, Donna infers it’s because he doesn’t want to be without a distraction. It’s not supposed to say it himself. It’s not supposed to look so bloody defeated.

“Would it help if I was there?”

The Doctor pauses, then nods.

---

“Glad I finally got you to actually sleep,” Donna says.

It’s been… well, time is difficult, but it’s been a little while since Donna first suggested they sleep in the same bed. They’re like kids at a sleepover, one’s feet by the other’s head, chattering away until they both fall asleep. It’s actually working, as far as Donna can tell. At least he’s a bit more willing to actually go to sleep when it doesn’t entail lying in a dark room for however long it actually takes to nod off.

“Glad I finally got you to stop bringing it up all the time,” the Doctor responds.

It gets nightmares sometimes, Donna thinks, but she’s a heavy sleeper, always has been, and mostly only notices when she wakes up and it’s not there.

“Yeah, well, now you don’t look like you could get knocked over by a strong breeze.”

The Doctor scoffs. “I can take worse than a strong breeze,”

“I said looks, didn’t I?”

The Doctor climbs under the covers. “Goodnight, Donna.”

“Night, spaceman.”

#whumptober2023 #no.12 #insomnia #doctor who #fic #tenth doctor #tenth doctor fanfiction #donna noble #donna noble fanfiction #doctordonna #doctordonna fanfiction #my lonely writing

[nightmarepearl]

Zen is weak by design

Hear me out. I'm sure most people have noticed, but, here's some thoughts I need to put down before I go crazy. Take away his in game shields, and Zenyatta is the weakest hero with a whole 50 health. The next squishiest hero who can't depend on abilities is Baby Dva in that moment of panic when you lost your meka in the middle of a team fight.

I mean, you can just look at Zens back and see that there is so little plating, so little armor, that you could just breathe on him and he might fall over. But is this just not how omnics are made? Well...

No. Omnics are not just made that way. (I'm sorry the second is so dark) The first could arguably be a newer model, but then you have Mondatta who, just by looking at his back, you can tell he has more armor, more plating. But the biggest thing is the wire.

I never really noticed the wires on other skins, but the Outlaws skin makes it really stand out more (I think there's another that does this, but I have either Outlaws or Cultist equipped) The wire goes directly into his head through his back and just kinda.... Hangs there.

You can see Mondatta has those same wires too, but again, his back is not exposed like Zens is. His back is protected. Which begs the question, do those wires recharge or are they connected to his hard drive? Does having it out like that make him more vulnerable?

What I think is that Zen is definitely not in optimal shape. I think it could just be a part of his beat up design, showing years of wear and tear from the traveling he does. Or, you could take it much deeper and say that it is the literally metaphorical heart he carries on his sleeve. Zenyatta puts himself out there to make connections with people to help better the relationship between human and omnic. And since I adore symbolism, I think this is the better option.

Zen is weak physically, maybe he wasn't built well to begin with, but he has a strong will, a strong soul, and bright spirit.

#overwatch #zenyatta #theory #just a thought #symbolism #mondatta #omnic #ow #ovw #game theory #someones tag said he's like an ood and i just #i agree wholeheartedly #also hey #1k notes #thats neat #thanks! #2k

[missdawnandherdusk]

Fire and Ice

Draco X Gryffindor!Reader 

Part One

Summary: You’re torn between two sides of yourself: The kind one and the one who needed to survive. It’s not like Draco’s making it any easier on deciding which side you should choose. 

A/N: Hello my darlings! See, didn’t I promise a part two? Also welcome to the new blog, enjoy your stay. I love you all. 

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When Hagrid made the comment putting Malfoy down about becoming a ferret again, and the rest of the Gryffindors laughed, I stayed quiet and my eyes met his for a moment. A gave a small smile of encouragement and he rolled his eyes.

I sighed and let out a laugh of hopelessness that was lost in the fervor of the rest. Seriously, what was I doing? What was I thinking? He was a Malfoy, wasn’t he? Born and bred to hate me.

Fine.

Whatever.

Not like I cared.

Nope.

——————————

My thoughts of him truly being a Malfoy strengthened when he cursed Hermione and her teeth kept growing and all he did was laugh. Him and his goons.

I stood, pulling my wand out, but Snape was there, glaring me down.

“Is there a problem Miss Lupine?” He narrowed his eyes at me.

I huffed and put my wand away, helping Hermione up.

“No sir, Hermione and I will no the in your class today. Sorry to disappoint.” I cast one last look at Malfoy and cursed him mental and ushered Hermione to the infirmary.

I was disillusioned. There was no redeeming quality about him or his house. It was written in stone... wasn’t it? Who was I to argue?

But that didn’t sit right, why would someone be created just to be nothing but a villain. There had to be redemption somewhere. This wasn’t some story, these were people with emotions, and second chances... and maybe hundredth chances for some of us.

At the infirmary I remained at Hermione’s side until a counter curse was applied and the normal Hermione was back. Well, sort of. She let the counter curse go on for a bit longer so that her teeth no longer were a sore spot in her features. Not that I cared... but I knew she was self- conscious.

“I’m really sorry,” I whispered. “I should have known...” shaking my head I looked anywhere but her pity filled expression.

It was like she could see the battle going on in my mind as the minutes ticked by. It left me confused and tired, all of the inner turmoil.

“I’m alright Y/n, go onto class, take good notes for me?” Hermione suggested.

I nodded and gave a small smile. Not that I particularly wanted to go anywhere near the Potions class... but I owed it to Hermione to take good notes for her. She deserved that. Even if she was leagues ahead on material.

I took my seat at an empty desk—my partner was currently still at the infirmary—and ignored Snape’s disgust. I ignored his snide comment and kept my head low.

I did however make the mistake and look over at Draco, who caught my eye then looked away quickly. I shifted in my seat so I wouldn’t have to look at him, on accident or purposefully.

About an hour into the lesson, as Snape was just about to choose someone to test their antidote, Harry left with Colin. I sighed, knowing that I would be the next target for Snape’s torture. These antidotes were tedious, but I was more than confident about the list that Hermione and I had created. It could undo just about anything.

Snape ordered us all to begin working on our antidote for the Bellum Amoris.

I took great care, hearing Hermione’s voice in my head as I collected and added the ingredients to the cauldron. With most of the list memorized, I finished before everyone else, even though I was working alone. Well, almost everyone anyway.

“Miss Y/n, are you done so soon?” Snake came up beside my table.

“Yes Professor,” I didn’t look up at him, instead I kept eyeing my potion to make sure it remained stable.

“And you’re confident that it will work?” He nearly scoffed.

“Yes Professor,” I looked up at him, narrowing my eyes.

“Look at her she’s terrified!” Malfoy laughed from across the way.

I moved my gaze from Snape to Malfoy, glaring him down, wanting to do something much worse. Too bad Snape was there. The fire from our rivalry seemed to reemerge and surface. Now all I wanted to do was beat him.

“What about you Malfoy? You good enough? Mr. Slytherin Prince?” I glared. “Why don’t you test your prize student Professor? See if he deserves his title?” I crossed my arms as Malfoy went red.

“An interesting point Ms. Lupine, perhaps we should test you both.” He turned to Malfoy and in a less patronizing manner asked: “Mr. Malfoy are you completed?”

“Yes sir,” He smiled innocently. 

The little twat.

“And will it save you?” 

“Without a doubt.”

It better because I was going to kill him.

“Good,” Snape smiled. “Now the two of you will take this,” he held out a small vial of menacing liquid. “And we shall test your antidotes.”

“Easy,” Malfoy scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Ah, but there is a catch.” Snape looked between us. “Since you two are so animate about the other’s ability, Mr. Malfoy will be using Miss Lupine’s and vice versa.” Snape grinned.

My heart sank. I had to use his antidote? Anxiety started to rise in my chest, then I remembered: Malfoy was one of the best Potions students in the school, next to me.

“What!?” We both exclaimed.

“This is... suicide!” I protested. “Trust him? Are you serious?”

“Trust her? She was planning this! She wants to watch me be poisoned!” He argued at the same time.

“Now settle the both of you! I have the antidote myself so neither of you will die, goodness you two.” Snap muttered.

“You planned this,” Malfoy hissed. “For what I did to your little friend,”

“I love that you think I’m so clever Malfoy but no I didn’t. Why would I ever want to trust you?”

Maybe because he could change...

No.

Shut up.

“Because I’m the best potions student Hogwarts has. Of course, I made it right,”

“So, did I, you git,” I sneered. “And you might be the best Slytherin, but not the best overall,” I smirked.

Snape called us both to the front of the class and made us sit on stools, facing the other students. Ron had gone almost green with worry and I could see a few Slytherin kids looking nervous as well. Getting a Gryffindor to trust a Slytherin, or to get a Slytherin to trust anyone was a high gamble that Snape made.

He handed us both vials of Bellum Amoris. My eyes locked with Malfoy’s as I downed the entire thing and I felt it take effect immediately. It was like ice shards that spread to every cell in my body. A freeze creeped through my chest, slowing my lungs. I wanted to cry, but my tears were frozen.

I could see the look on Draco’s face. He felt something similar—the look on his face of wanting to cry was familiar, it was the same one I had seen in the infirmary.

“The poison Bellum Amoris, the war of love,” Snape explained. “Love is a dangerous thing; no two people feel the poison the same.” Snape looked at the two of us. “Love can kill. Now, the antidotes.”

I looked at the goblet that held Draco’s antidote and cautiously brought it to my lips, taking a sip. The ice in my veins thawed. I could breathe again, and cry if I wanted to. I didn’t, but I could. The antidote made the traces of poison feel like crisp water from a spring, or the gentle pull of the ocean.

“The antidote, Animus Amoris, turns the poison into the kinder side of love as one may say.” 

_____________________________

Your eyes held his as the vial contents slid down his throat and began to burn like fire. It consumed every nerve, firing again and again, that burning wicked sensation. He left as if he was set into a fire and left to burn alive.

The look on your face held something similar. Then Snape allowed them to drink the antidote...

He hated he was about to do this, but he took up the goblet with your antidote in it and took a sip. There was no reason to think that yours wouldn’t work. He knew you were good; he just didn’t want to admit it.

To anyone. Ever.

The fire ebbed and turned to something warm. Like the warmth from a fire on a winter night, or a mug of tea. The warmth that one found comfort in. The fire that burned him could also comfort him.

“Miss Y/n, please explain what it was like.” Snape ordered, as you set down the goblet

“The poison was like ice... it felt like I was freezing from the inside out” Your voice was barely a whisper.

How odd that your poison was the opposite of his. He was burned and you were iced out. 

“And the antidote?” Snape pressed.

Your eyes flashed to his, the same kind look that he saw at Hagrid’s earlier. Something warm.

He brushed off the thought immediately and looked anywhere but at you.

“It melted whatever was frozen, like refreshing water... the chill you welcome in autumn after a long hot summer,” Your voice was reminiscent... like you were lost in a memory.

Part of him wondered what made you feel that way. The stronger part of him wondered why he cared what anyone felt.

“How... poetic,” Snape dismissed. “And Mr. Malfoy?”

“Fire,” He bit out. “Like I was being burned alive.”

“Interesting,” Snape mused, “And the antidote?”

Oh, part of him wanted to lie. To say that it didn’t work. To drop to the ground and discredit any reputation that you had. But he made the mistake of meeting your eyes again.

“Something warm,” He muttered, blinking into recovery. “It didn’t burn anymore.”

Snape nodded, deciding not to comment on whatever had just happened between the two students.

“Very we’ll both of you. Your antidotes worked perfectly.” 

_______________________________

He didn’t lie... He told the truth. He said that my antidote worked.

And I was back to the internal battle. What the hell was he playing at? Was this some sort of game?

We both nodded to each other and exchanged a glance as the bell rolled and the students scattered to avoid being picked to test their antidotes.

I hurried out of the class, trying not to trip over my robes or my emotions.

“Lupine!”

Oh, why did he have to call me? I asked the stars. Why can’t he just leave me alone?

I turned and glared down the Slytherin prince.

“What?” I snapped. “Haven’t you done enough today?” I wasn’t as angry as I let on, but I lashed out in my confusion and worry. I knew that.

It seemed like whatever he was going to say flitted out of his mind at my comment. I wanted to apologize for it, but... didn’t. And he spoke before I could.

“I... it was... it was stupid okay? What I did. To your... friend.” He seemed to stumble over his words.

I raised an eyebrow not letting my guard down but desperately wanting too.

“Just once I thought maybe... maybe there was some good in you Draco... that you could be human. That there was something more than this stupid feud.” I shook my head in dismay.

“Y/n!” He called as I walked away.

I kept walking. I heard his footsteps approach.

I stopped knowing I wasn’t going to get anywhere with him chasing me.

“I’m just as human as you are Y/n.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Not everyone is as fortunate as you,”

I gaped at him. Two trains of thought ran through my head. The first was shock the second anger about his fortunate comment. He was richer and more fortunate than all the kids at this school. What the hell did he mean I was fortunate?

“What is that even supposed to mean!?” I snapped, crossing my arms. 

“That maybe money doesn’t fix everything!”

I took a small step back, away from his loud voice. I never liked yelling... not since I was little, and it was all my older brother did.

“Why am I even wasting my time on you?” He scoffed.

“I’ve been asking myself the same thing,” I muttered and walked away.

.

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Part 3

#draco x reader #draco x gryffindor!reader #draco x y/n #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x oc #draco malfoy x reader #hp x reader #slytherin x gryffindor #harry potter #hogwarts #severus snape #snape #hermione granger #ron weasley #hagrid #the goblet of fire #gryffindor #slytherin #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #love potion #enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #harry potter angst #harry potter and the goblet of fire

[goth-dean]

So, here's why I think Rose and Dean are not the same, if you ready to discuss it. Biggest points of difference between them:

Dean's first reaction to the unknown is aggression or defense position, sometimes both. He is ready to fight at any given moment, and that's not only because of how his life is, it's definitely part of his personality, (because Sam, for example, has different reaction). Rose's reaction is always curiosity and kindness, she doesn't have that aggressive part in her, she only fights when it's absolutely necessary, as the last measure, even her season 4 version. She is in general a very peaceful person and it's one of her defining qualities.

One of the biggest parts of Dean's personality is his conflict with his own emotions, he feels too much and doesn't want to, he shuts down his own feelings, his brain literally erased/changed his own memory once because he couldn't deal with trauma. Rose, in my opinion, is one if the most emotionally stable characters in the whole of doctor who. While she feels a lot and is driven by her feelings, she has no conflict with them.

An important quality of both these characters is that they love very strongly, but they do it very differently. Dean's love and devotion to people is unfortunately often controlling in it's nature. For example he loves and protects Sam but he believes that it gives him the right to control his actions, sort of "I love you so I know what's best for you". But he also genuinely cares a lot, and not only about his brother and Cas, but about literally every person they get to know, he sees someone good and immediately assigns them part of his family. Rose's love is more selfless in a way, she is ready to do everything for people she chose to love, and has no desire to control them with her love. But at the same time she can be very careless in relation to other people in her life who love her, remember how she treats Mickey, for example. She is nice to everyone, but she doesn't get attached to a lot of people.

So while they sure have similar traits, as their bravery and confidence in some situations, and devotion and the giant force of their emotional attachment, for example, and they do some things that can be easily paralleled, still some key parts of their personalities are too distinctly different in my opinion to call them similar characters.

--

that all being said, I also definitely agree with you that the satan two-parter episode is in fact a good parallel to destiel plotlines, and we can also find other parallels because Dean and Rose have things in common, and this is quite interesting

This took me a long time to answer and required a lot of thinking, but here goes:

Ok, reactions to new/unknown. you have to factor in context, Dean's a hunter, Rose is just having a fun time traveling with the Doctor. Rose at times shows confusion/distaste for aliens (the end of the world and the ood in impossible planet) Dean shows distaste/ an urge to fight. obviously their reactions to new things would be different because the context is MASSIVELY different. and even though Dean does often feel the urge to fight/kill "monsters" he (in the later seasons especially) is shown to have some level of empathy for them and Rose is very empathetic. Also, Dean desires a peaceful life, he doesn't want to hunt and fight. I truly believe that if he had the chance to get out of hunting he would.

It's true that Dean represses his emotions and that Rose doesn't. but she is extremely emotional, same as Dean. she's impulsive, so is Dean. she doesn't handle it well when things don't go her way, neither does Dean. while Rose isn't really controlling of people she loves, she can BE controlling and is extremely bossy a lot of the time, particularly in series 2. in tooth and claw she organizes the prisoners to get away from the "werewolf", in the impossible planet/the satan pit she leads the crew. she can also be manipulative to the people she loves, forcing the Doctor to take her to see her dad, twice, even though he told her it was a bad idea, to Micky, making him come to Cardiff in boom town.

As far as Rose not getting attached to many people where Dean does, again consider context, Rose and the Doctor are traveling all of time and space, not much opportunity to have the "found family" that Dean does. Although she does convince the Doctor to let Adam tag along, but that doesn't end well. they also "adopted" Jack. she also does care deeply for the people she comes into contact with, even though she and the Doctor don't bring them along. Dean does this many times as well, think about all the people he’s met that he was shown to care about, but didn’t see again.

There's also a lot to the relationships between Rose and the Doctor and Dean and Cas. Like Rose leaving Jackie and Micky to travel with the doctor, and the way that dean will sometimes ignore Sam to spend time with Cas (the hamburgler conversation while Sam's trying not to drink demon blood, or dean being with cas while Sam's at the church with Crowley). the fact that both pairs have an extremely intense relationship that was most definitely at least somewhat romantic, yet not explicitly stated to be so until the very end.

Also, more similarities, for fun

"I've got a G.E.D. and a give 'em hell attitude" - Dean Sympathy For The Devil

"I've got no A levels, no job, no future, but I'll tell you what I have got, Jericho Street Junior School Under 7’s gymnastics team. I got the bronze" - Rose Rose

Deans reactions to being sexulized/touched/"manhandled" by demons

"Don't think I didn't feel your hands having a quick wonder you dirty old man!" - Rose The Unquiet Dead

Dean talking about women at any given time, but mostly him talking w/ Cas about April at the bar (I don’t remember the ep but hopefully you know what I'm talking about)

Rose talking to Gwen about boys in the Unquiet Dead

Dean not leaving Purgatory/selling his soul to save Sam/risking his life every five seconds to protect the people he loves

Rose going back for the doctor in the series 1 finale/refusing to leave in the Satan Pit

Dean gets stuck in the Bad Place

Rose gets stuck in Petes world (ok these aren't things they did, but they're things that HAPPENED to them so I'm gonna say it counts)

Rose and Dean are two sides of the same coin. of course there are going to be things that they do and react to in different ways. But that doesn't change the fact that they are VERY similar characters.They’re just living very different lives.

#i'm enjoying this dean is rose discourse #dean winchester #rose tyler

[darkestwolfx]

Brains VS. Brawns - Re-Review #52

Look at MAX with his weapon of choice!

Right, now I’ve got that desperate exclamation out of the way, let’s get to the proper part of the review.

This is the final episode of series 2. Goodness grief, I cannot believe we’ve made it this far already. But we have, and so once again, I will give out one of my massive thank you’s to you all for supporting the Re-Review Series (even though the author has been massively busy in lockdown [ironic, right?] and so has given you some rather poor ones some days).

But, let’s begin with this shot of the desert, which somehow reminds me of TOS ‘The Uninvited’. What was it Scott said in that episode about unfriendly places?

Yeah, Thunderbird One got shot down in that episode... and in this episode, someone is also shooting at it, but with a giant, very dangerous - if you remember Brains trying to tell us all the possibilities back in ‘Power Play’ (or Battle of the Bad Guys Volume 1, as I like to remember it) - very powerful laser!

Yes, the desert is a very unfriendly spot.

So yes, this episode if where we get to see Project sentinel, a weapon that was beyond The Hood’s realm of conscience. Personally, I think The Hood would have definitely used that laser.

I thought this shot from ‘The Uninvited’ was relevant to show what I meant about the desert. See, unfriendly place. And I officially respect Adam Wilkin of the interweb for making this! It fits perfectly with my current line of conversation and really looks like it could have been a TAG episode.

Anyhow, moving on from my line of thought from the title card, let’s get down to business. And by that I mean the rescue business! 

And let’s just casually take Thunderbird One out to the desert - even after everything we’ve just been discussing and looking at? Yeah, the desert and Thunderbird One aren’t friends, but folks, be reassured, we don’t get to see it shot down today! Live in reassurance that TB1 is fine. I couldn’t have a certain someone holding their breath all the way through the review to hear that nugget of knowledge.

“I’m tracking the source... oh no! We have a situation. A really, really big one. A massive laser satellite just showed up on scanners. Guys, I think The Mechanic’s Project Sentinel is online.”

Because these bad guys have really been quiet since ‘Home on the Range’ so what else could we expect for the series final? And if there was ever a time for the “we have a situation line” it was now.

“That laser blast revealed a hidden underground facility. my scans show one life sign trapped inside.”

Hmm... the cogs in my brain were already turning at this. An underground facility with no records available to John?

“John, where am I exactly?”

“I can’t find any record of it. Whoever built that place didn’t want anyone to find it.”

“Well, The Mechanic found it.”

Yeah, I was suspicious.

“Losing those power cells didn’t stop The Mechanic. He’s using the sun to power it now!”

Why would The Mechanic want to fire at the Sahara? Yeah, I was doubly suspicious.

Yep, and we’ve yet to find a way to stop solar power - especially if you’ve got your solar panels up in space right near the source. Let’s power the world environmentally and take a leaf out of The Mechanic’s books.

“Scott, the Sentinel is firing!”

Warnings are useful given in advance Brains!

I sort of felt that. It looked and sounded like it hurt... It’s always Scott isn’t it? I bet they’ll be more prompts going up after this reminder... I’m still working on the rockfall, they don’t give us (or Scott) much chance to recover here).

“That was way too close.”

Yeah, you’re telling me!

“It looks like the longer the Sentinel charges, the more powerful it’s laser.”

Basic solar energy principles, right there.

Throw back to Friday - you know, hypercars, Tycho, David Tennant - “he will knock four times”, remember that line (different fandom I know, but go with it).

* Knock knock *

And we only get two. Shame. See where my mind wanders?

“This is International Rescue. Open up. I’ve come to get you out of here.”

“Ah, Scott Tracy. It took you long enough.”

“The Hood!”

Bet no one saw that coming.

Oh, wait, me! I did!

Cue obligatory gasps.

*Gasp*

*Gasp*

“The Hood!”

“What are you up to Hood?”

Punch him, Scott, please punch someone for once.

(Reminder that this show is universally rated).

Or not.

Just let The Hood walk right past you.

Universal rating.

There’s a parallel world somewhere - I like to think - where Scott does punch that smug face.

“Isn’t it obvious? The Mechanic is trying to fry me with a space laser.”

I know he’s the bad guy, I know we’re not meant to like him, but that line was humour central, I laughed massively. I’d forgotten it completely!

“I’m waiting for you to rescue me.”

“Us rescue you?”

“You are International Rescue, are you not?”

Sorry, you must have dialed the wrong number, this is International Gardening, supported by the one and only Ned Tedford. The only thing we rescue is geranium’s, definitely not super villains. Just imagine that world for a second.

But uh, no, this is International Rescue, reporting for duty.

“And that makes you think we’ll rescue you?”

“I’m counting on it.”

Remember that quality of Scott’s we love? The calm thinking, forward pushing, forgiving;

“Who you are and what you’ve done doesn’t matter.”

Yeah, well here it wavers, because it matters. This is the one (possibly there’s more on Scott’s bad list, but I think The Hood is probably the one he really can’t see past - I mean, he forgives Fuse, but I’m saying no more because we’ll get there later) person that Scott cannot treat with the same attitude he faces the rest of life and their rescues with. Everyone has their limits and for Scott, I think forgiving and saving the person who killed their Dad is just a step too far. And I don’t blame his lapse, it’s completely understandable. Put in his position, I think I would have been the same.

“Scott he has a point. We have a duty to protect people from harm. We don’t get to choose who that is.”

“Grandma...”

“But- just because we have to save him, doesn’t mean he’ll like it.”

I like her thinking.

“International Rescue, my life is in your hands.”

“Just make sure you remember that.”

Yeah, and then take shots at them again in Series 3.

Right, so summarizing up until here;

Let’s save The Hood - because morals demand it, rightly so - but that doesn’t mean we can’t imprison him at the same time! See, Scott is kinda getting what he wants.

“To The Hood. You can hide no more. Give me what you want or be destroyed.”

The Hood is controlling The Mechanic! But he’s refusing! I love it when someone overcomes challenges. So the whole controlling thing, definitely changes the playing board.

“I don’t think International Rescue will let that happen.”

“He’s right, Mechanic. Stand down.”

“I’m not after you International Rescue. I only want The Hood. Step aside.”

“As much as I’d like to, I can’t do that.”

“Then go down with him.”

He’s not actually a bad guy deep down. I knew there was more to this guy than we ever saw in ‘Earthbreaker’. And now, for one of my favourite events - the TAG game of Catch The Hood.

“Thunderbird One is about to be toast.”

“Maybe Thunderbird Shadow could carry the weight for a while.”

“What are you doing?”

“This is where you get off.”

Ding. Going down.

“Where are you going?”

“To Thunderbird Three. I’m going to take out Sentinel and The Mechanic before he takes out a Tracy.”

Got to love this boys spirit. That, and he hates to be left out.

“Alan, that’s a terrible plan. Firstly, The Mechanic will be operating the Sentinel remotely, so we don’t know where he is. Secondly, it’s a giant laser. Thunderbird Three would be shot clean out of the sky.”

Brains’ practically really is a good at being crushing. But it is practical.

“Let Thunderbird Four take the package for a while. I hope you don’t get seasick Hood, because we’re going all the way down.”

“John, this isn’t working. We’re in hot water down here.”

“Don’t worry, Thunderbird Four help is on the way.”

“Our turn to play pass the parcel. Parker, active the magnetic bumpers.

“Yes, M’Lady.”

“Here that Hood. You’re going for a nice drive in the country. He’s all yours, Lady Penelope.”

“Parcel received.”

Honestly, there’s no better way to document this scene really, save the scene itself, so I’m trying my best here.

“The magnets locked hon but gaw hit’s ‘eavy. hI do ‘ope hit will ‘old.”

“Parker, that magnet could hold a tractor if it had to.”

“We know that M’Lady, but The ‘ood doesn’t.”

Loved that laugh, Parker!

Meanwhile, on the chase;

“Can’t we just ditch The ‘ood? Better him than hus.”

“That’s not very International Rescue now, is it Parker?”

“No, M’Lady.”

But I’m with him.

“Thunderbird Two couldn’t sit by and let you have all the fun.”

No, and Alan tagged along. Virgil probably - wisely - pulled him off the island before he exploded.

“Magnetic coupling detached.”

“Got it.”

“This is the most fun I’ve had in ages.”

I’m honestly not sure the being chased by a giant laser part is fun... playing catch with The Hood? Yes, that’s fun. Better with no fear of being blown up!

Sorry, the game of catch distracted me, let’s get to the Brains part of the episode. Little bit of jumping around to be had.

“I wonder what it is The Mechanic wants exactly...”

Well, why don’t you go and find out.

There’s was a full Brains and MAX gear up sequence. About time.

“No, MAX. This laser’s far too dangerous for anyone to be on board. Rockets disengaged. That should let us slip through undetected.”

And they’re nearly detected! Contradiction number 1.

“Quiet MAX. There’s no one here, but we don’t know what kind of alarms there are.”

You know, the amount of times Brains has very definitely said (I think we’re on three) that The Mechanic couldn’t possibly be here, is really making me think The Mechanic is actually going to be here. Any one else?

Remember what you were saying to Alan and MAX about remote operating? That looks like The Mechanic to me.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well?”

“I asked first?”

“It’s my satellite.”

“Yes. Good point.”

Adored MAX, head turning, not sure where to look. These two were meant to be besties. It’s the joint speaking that gives it away.

“What could The Hood possibly have that you want so badly?”

Yes, let’s get to the point.

“It’s not what he has. It’s what he does. What he makes me do.”

“His cybernetic eye! The Hood is controlling you!”

Well done! It’s only taken 26 episodes! I mean, I guessed by around 13, but okay...

“Not always. I’ve learnt to fight it. That’s much easier up here. But I can’t fight him forever.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this. International Rescue can help you. I can help you.”

“No one can help me.”

Why does no one ever take the help first off! Trust in Brains mate! Sorry, Mr Mechanic, Sir.

“Maximum power!”

Yeah, Brains, I’m with John.

“The Mechanic is powering up for a single shot that will take out everything in the vicinity of The Hood. Brains, it’s now or never.”

MAX being such a hero fighting the Meccas.

“There! I’ve shut down his controls.”

“You’ve ruined everything! now I’ll never be rid of him.”

“Mechanic, trust me, as Chief Engineer of International Rescue, we will find a way to make sure The Hood never has control over you again. You’re coming with me.”

“You want to arrest me that much.”

“I’m not arresting you. I’m saving you.”

This is the start to a beautiful friendship. Just wait another twenty-odd episodes for it. Sit back, kick your feet up,

“The Mechanic is not fully responsible for his actions. He must be protected from The Hood. International Rescue will be in touch, I promise. Engineer to engineer.”

All’s well that ends well.

Speaking of;

“Hood, you’re under arrest.”

“Yes, please! Just get me away from International Rescue!”

I know they’ve just thrown him here, there and everywhere, but somehow I don’t think The Hood would ever take to arrest that easy. Not without a plan... and let’s face it, he had one in ‘Legacy’, what’s the bet he pulls the same trick?

“It seems like we can’t say it enough. Thank you, International Rescue.”

Yes, because not seem rude, but you would probably have lost the world ten times over with what we’ve seen of the GDF’s ‘show of force’ so far. They didn’t even notice when Captain Foster wasn’t Captain Foster! Really, The Hood should have set his sights higher and tried to play Colonel Casey. International Rescue might have been the only ones to notice.

“With those two in custody, all of you might just get a break.”

“Well, to be honest, I’m looking forward to some good old fashioned rescues for a change.”

“Sea quakes.”

“Rock slides.”

“Runaway asteroids.”

“Petty thieves stealing classified technology.”

“Unruly Ambassadors.”

“Dog sitting.”

“And fused power relays.”

And there you have it. What International Rescue call a normal Tuesday.

And we’ve reached the end Series 2!

Oh, wait, it’s like a post credit scene (only before the credits) and look!

Handcuffs on the floor and tied up GDF officers? Well, here we go again.

I mean, is anyone surprised that he found a way out? I’m not. And look at these people in purple! We haven’t had much purple yet in this show - besides the fact Grandma Tracy wears it all the time, so I feel a little like they’re stealing her signature colour. Couldn’t they have gone for black like every other bad guy in TAG? Apparently not.

“Everything has gone according to plan. The Tracy’s have taken care of The Mechanic and now, nothing to stop us causing global chaos.”

Is that a hint dropped there, you know like an easter egg?

But that is the end of Series 2. New bad guys to be introduced properly in tomorrows re-review!

#The Hood #The Mechanic #Thunderbirds are go #Battle of the Bad Guys #Brains #MAX #Let's play Catch #Thunderbird One #Scott Tracy #Re-Review Series #Darkestwolfx #Kayo #Thunderbird Shadow #Gordon Tracy #Thunderbird Four #Virgil Tracy #Thunderbird Two #John Tracy #EOS #Project Sentinnel #Tracy Island #We're being chased by a giant laser

[lovecrazyjennybear]

Doubt Comes In

Summary: Roman has some intrusive thoughts. 

Warnings: Deceit. Remus. Slightly gross/dark mental images. Intrusive thoughts. Anxiety. Mention of killing. Angst. Yelling

Word Count: 1131

Pairing: Platonic Prinxiety. 

A/N: This takes place after Dealing With INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS. If anything else needs to be put as a warning or a tag please let me know. All mistakes are mine and any constructive feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy. 

Roman was sitting in his room, lost in thought. Logan had filled him in on a lot of what he missed while he was knocked out, which left him with a lot of emotions to work through. He hated his brother with the intensity of a thousand suns. He hated how Remus was no longer just messing with his thoughts but Thomas's. Despite his best efforts, Roman couldn't help keep his twin at bay. 

There was something else nagging at him though. Something he heard Remus say to Virgil just before he left. ‘Good seeing you again Virgil, it was just like old times.’ kept streaming though his mind. What was meant by that? Did Remus visit Virgil and give him intrusive thoughts? Did Virgil try and fight him off to keep him from Thomas? 

Maybe they were friends.

“Stop it.” Roman said out loud.

“Stop what?” The Duke answered from where he appeared, draped across Roman's bed. 

“You know very well what.”

“Do I?” He pulled out his deodorant and took a bite. “I'm afraid I don't. I haven't been giving you any fun mental images or thoughts Roman.” 

As if to prove a point, Roman was suddenly hit with a mental image of him sniffing a dog's butt hole. “Gaah that is vile!”

Remus just laughed until he rolled off the bed. “That is quite calm compared to what I could give you dearest brother, especially knowing what your room can do. In fact I think that would actually be quite fun!”

With a snap of the Duke’s fingers the room was thrown into darkness. Roman had no idea what the space would look like once some form of light would appear. Despite trying to get his room to obey his will, he knew his brother was stronger right now. Being knocked out takes a toll on one's mind and Roman was no exception.

There was a laugh that was unmistakably Remus's. It seemed to come from all around Roman. As he spun around in the darkness, the light came back brightly before dimming. Once he blinked the stars from his eyes, he noticed was in Virgil's room. 

What didn't make sense was who else was in the room. Deceit and Remus were sitting on the floor with Virgil. Virgil even seemed to be at ease.

That's because they belong together. All the Dark Sides together. Of course Virgil would be calm.

No. That wasn't the truth. Virgil hated Deceit. It rivaled Roman's own hate for Remus. There is no way that he'd be calm.

Sure he acts like he hates them. He has to fit his role as a ‘good guy’ now. But he's plotting with them. That's why he didn't warn you when Remus was about to knock you out. 

No. That wasn't the truth. There was Virgil's anxious voice at the end of his sentence. He didn't have the chance.

“Can you believe how easy that was?” Remus asked the other sides. “A+ on your acting Virgil. I must say.”

“I told you he'd be the worst mole Duke.” Deceit said. “He'd never be believable.” Something akin to pride flashed on his face.

“It took some time. Thank you for the ducking out idea. That definitely was a strong push for them to trust me.” Virgil told them. “Especially Roman.”

“You're not welcome.”

Virgil laughed. “The way Roman threw a fit about not knowing you helped keep Thomas up last night was amazing Remus.”

Remus giggled. “It was.”

“Horribly done by not giving Thomas the thought of killing his brother by the way.”

“Thank you” Remus stretched out the least last syllable as he bowed from the waist up. 

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Also Deceit good idea in silencing Patton. And you have the subtlety down so the others don't know it's you.”

“You're not welcome. It was just the easiest thing to-”

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!”

The scene in front of him snapped from existence. That loud voice definitely was not a part of the dark thoughts. Roman blinked a few times before realizing he was back in his room. Remus was still there but so was someone else.

Virgil was standing protectively in front of him.

“Why we were just talking Virgil.” Remus said. “The worst he got from me was him smelling a dog's butt hole.”

“I don't believe you.” The anxious voice was definitely there. “I know how you work. You lost hold over Thomas so you've gone to one of us.”

“Now why would I go after my own brother?”

“You tell me. You brought up Cain and Abel.”

“Touche. It's just so much fun!” The Duke giggled.

“Leave.”

“Oh poo Virgil, you used to be so much more fun.” He did decide to sink out at that point.

“V-Virgil?”

The emo side slowly turned to face Roman. “Hey. Are you ok?”

“I think so.”

“Good. That's good.” The darker tone left his voice. “Why don't we go get some tea?”

Roman nodded and stood up. “Thank you for rescuing me from him.”

“You're welcome.” Virgil led the way to the kitchen.

“Can I ask you something?” Roman asked after a few moments of silence.

“You just did.”

“Ha. Ha.” He looked at the other for a moment. “But seriously here Virgil, there's something I want to know.”

“What is it?”

Roman didn't miss the slight widening of the other side’s eyes. He decided now was not the time to ask if he used to be friends with Deceit and the Duke. So he decided to ask a slightly different question. “What did he mean when he said you used to be more fun?”

Just before Virgil could answer, the kettle started screaming. He turned to face it and make the tea. “He would visit me when he lost control over Thomas's mind. I didn't used to have the will to fight against him. I do now.” Virgil turned back around and handed Roman his tea.

“Well I'm glad you did.” Roman took his cup. “And I'd like to propose something.”

“What is it?”

“If he comes to you again, you can come talk to me about it. I'll even conjure up a couch for you to lay on if you want.”

Virgil playfully rolled his eyes. “Only if you do the same when he visits you.”

“Deal.” Roman took a sip of his tea. “Do you want to watch a Disney movie with me?”

Virgil smiled sightly. “Sure.”

The two went and sat on the couch. Roman set up Dumbo before taking a long sip of his tea. There were still many questions he had about his brother and Virgil's past, but for now he just wanted to enjoy himself. He believed Virgil would tell him in his own time.

#ts spoilers #remus sanders #ts deceit #deceit sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #ts logan #ts roman #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #tw yelling #tw intrusive thoughts #tw anxiety

[tjkiahgb]

Listen, I got so caught up in Tyrus Week, spending hours and hours going through tags and liking posts and queuing reblogs, that I pretty much pushed everything else to the side. (Plus I’ve also been working on the next thing I’ll tell you guys about in the next few days.)

All that is to say, I got a lot of stuff in my inbox this last week, so I’m just going to tackle a bunch of them in... A LIGHTNING ROUND.

Let’s go.

And before you ask, yes, I made a graphic for it.

Looks like this Andi Mack finale party has turned into... a death party.

Would’ve been a strange choice for Terri Minsky to turn the finale of Andi Mack into a murder mystery, but if that’s what she wanted, I’d trust her.

I don’t watch that show but I know some people who do and they’ve told me it’s just light and airy and pleasant, so, yeah, sounds right up Cyrus’s alley.

You guys are shouting Lightning Round! every time the graphic comes up, right?

I, like TJ, am just some guy. I tell everyone who asks to call me Jay. Jay is long for “J”, which is short for another name that I, also like TJ, only let people related to me by blood or my soulmate know about. I will say it’s not Jagger, though. I wish.

That wasn’t my intention while writing TJ and the Gals, but as with all art, or whatever TJ and the Gals was, once it’s out of the creator’s hands, it belongs to the people.

No.

Thelonious Jagger Kippen Is A Hashtag Good Boi.

Shoutout to my FAQ page, where you can find information like this and more. Not blaming you, anon, I’ve gotten this a lot and the FAQ page is hard to find. I mostly just delete the question and let the anon live in mystery because I’m chaotic something. I’m only answering this now because it’s the

You know the shook_bitch? Thank them from me for getting Disney Channel to respond to them, and congratulate them on being the subject of the best comment the Disney Channel Instagram account ever made.

Yeah, I went back and checked and Jonah only says in 3x12 that his dad made a bad investment, not lost a job or anything.

It really seems like he’s been managing the Judy Bartholomew fortune all these years. We don’t know anything else of him other than he was once a background workout video guy and he has at least enough knowledge about baseball to coach little league.

Hopefully the new job is providing him with a solid salary, but if not, I think the world is ready for a Judy Bartholomew comeback.

Judy Bartholomew: Still Trottin’ After All These Years

I’m not entirely sure exactly which girl we’re talking about here. I think this one:

I will say, she does seem into it. She’s like, oh, things are about to get gay in here.

Honestly, there were so many background actors killing it in this scene.

You’ve got this guy...

...who hears the beginning of “Born This Way” and reacts like it’s ruined his evening. I mean, I was a little tired of it, too, when it was being played on the radio over and over and over, but it’s been some years. It’s not overplayed as much anymore and it definitely wouldn’t make me this upset. (He pops up later in the song and is happily dancing, so maybe he thought it was the beginning of a different song?)

Then there’s this girl...

...who is feeling it. She’s like, hell yeah, this is my jam!

And there’s this girl in the goggles...

...who, after TJ and Cyrus sing the “be myself, respect my youth” part, is like, okayyyy. I see you.

Here’s a fun(?) behind-the-scenes thing for this blog. A few months back, I was thinking about ways to replace “Moments” if we had, by some miracle, gotten a season four, since I would’ve run out of moments weeks after the finale. What I came up with was “The Random Andi Mack Extra of the Day.” It would’ve just been screenshots of random extras throughout the show’s run. Upon some reflection, this was a bad idea.

The first problem here is that I get the feeling those posts would’ve gotten, at most, 20-30 notes each, because no one really cares about random, out of context extras and it doesn’t seem like a thing people would want to reblog.

The second problem is, knowing myself, I probably would’ve spent hundreds of hours during the hiatus between s3 and s4 making 1000 of them in the first place, just so I could have them ready to go. I would’ve absolutely done this without testing the waters first to see if there was any interest. (Just like with the “Moments.” I made like 300 of them before I made the first post about them.)

So, the most likely scenario was going to be me, two weeks into “The RAMEotD,” looking at flopping posts, then looking at my folder of 800 screenshots of Andi Mack extras and going, “Well, what am I going to do, not post them? I already did all the work!” And I would keeping queuing them up, and they would keep appearing on this blog every day, and they would taunt me with their 22 notes. You remember the work you did? IT WAS FOR BUT A PITTANCE!

So I guess what I’m saying is maybe it’s for the best. The cancellation saves me from myself.

Hey, though, heads up. If and when you go back and watch the series again, pay attention to the extras -- the unsung heroes of the entertainment industry. There are some extras reallllly putting in work on this show. It absolutely adds to the delightful quality of Andi Mack. Every time I would spot someone in the background being goofy or really overselling whatever they were supposed to be experiencing, it filled me with joy.

It’s a fun show. Everything about it is fun, including the little details.

Ooh, a serious one. This is going to be my first ever hybrid Discussion/Analysis post.

Okay, so I think we’re talking about two different things here.

I won’t argue that I think Tyrus could have absolutely happened sooner and been explored more.

I obviously can’t say with certainty, but I assume that was at least somewhat the plan leading out of season two. The setup for their relationship was all already there by the end of it. They’d met, they had bumps, they grew really close, and they capped the whole season off with TJ looking back at Cyrus. All the elements were in place that you could jump right into this storyline in TJ’s next appearance. (Not necessarily them canoning, but at least the exploration of TJ’s feelings or some movement towards canoning.)

When Cyrus’s lookback happened, it was addressed in the very next episode (granted following a break in seasons). I don’t know that TJ’s would’ve been as immediate, but I don’t think you have him look back in the season two finale if you don’t intend on truly paying it off for 21 episodes. (Or, at least 13, if you want to say 3x13 was the real start of a storyline involving TJ’s homosexuality.)

So, yeah, look, I’m speculating wildly, but I would imagine the original creative idea was to address TJ’s lookback early in season three and start getting into it, and that, yes, that idea was likely kiboshed from above.

What I will argue is that the bench scene is subtle but not ambiguous. We’ve made the semi-joke constantly around here that there’s “No heterosexual explanation for this!” but, truly, there is no heterosexual explanation for the bench scene: two boys, one of whom has already explicitly stated he’s gay, slowly reaching for and holding each other’s hands, intertwining their fingers while they sit by the fire and stare into each other’s eyes, nervously smiling. This is something that has been built towards for multiple seasons. If you’ve been watching the show, if you’ve been paying attention to it, if you care about the characters, especially TJ and Cyrus, it’s very clear what’s happening here.

This feels like talking about people who weren’t sure Cyrus was gay after the first two times he came out because he didn’t use the word. Or people who thought Cyrus wasn’t gay anymore after he said his crush on Jonah was gone. I sympathize with some of the younger set who maybe don’t have the world sense to follow along with this, but, come on, at some point, we’re three seasons in and you have to keep up with the level of the storytelling. I don’t mean this in an insulting way, but if someone can’t get what’s happening here, then maybe this whole thing isn’t for them. Maybe if all they know right now is that Cyrus is gay and accepted and happy, then that’s good enough, and they can hold onto that idea and grow with that and catch the next train, whenever it comes along. Maybe this moment is for all the people who get it.

That’s about the kids in the casual audience. Now, if we’re talking about an adult homophobe -- one who would express the kind of outrage that we believe Disney fears -- it’s a different story. If an adult homophobe is really watching that scene and thinking, “Seems pretty straight to me” then it feels like it doesn’t matter what they would’ve done in the finale. They could’ve said “gay,” they could’ve said “boyfriend,” Cyrus and TJ could’ve lead a pride parade down the street outside Celia’s house while blasting -- well, I was going to pick a gay song here for the joke, but probably “Born This Way” would be the most appropriate one, so -- “Born This Way” from loud speakers, and that homophobe would’ve been like, “Nice parade.” As ignorant as homophobes are, even they are not that dense. An adult pretending Tyrus isn’t a couple after the bench scene requires a level of impenetrably willful ignorance.

Anyway, the truth is that angry homophobes aren’t watching the show. They never do. They like to read headlines and get mad, but they’re cowardly and, most of all, lazy, and they don’t like to put in the actual footwork. They like to leave comments on articles they haven’t read, about shows they haven’t watched. They like to post reactions to stuff they see in their Facebook feed or send one sentence responses like, “There goes Disney Channel!!!” or “What is happening to our country?!?!” And then they like to scroll on to the next thing that will feed their sad rage about how the world is changing around them.

If you want to think about Disney censorship as a way of preventing those homophobes from being outraged, it’s not the textuality of the scene itself, it’s the placement at the end. Delaying them canoning until the finale just makes for less work. Show’s over. There’s nothing to defend. No one’s signing a petition to get a show off the air that’s just aired its last episode. Most of the articles written will be about everything happening in the finale, and Tyrus would just be a part of it.

And that is more or less what’s happened. Just about every major article I’ve seen about the finale has discussed Tyrus, and discussed them as textually getting together -- again, there’s no ambiguity there -- but has also brought them up in conjunction with what happened with Andi and Jonah, with Muffy getting together, and with Andi getting into SAVA. And the articles themselves tend to largely be about the show ending as a whole and its impact. (No one needs to send me articles trying to prove or disprove this. I’ve been over a lot of them. Some are more Tyrus focused -- the ones in the gay media for sure -- and some just mention it -- more traditional media sources. This is the general gist of most of them.)

So the article headlines mostly read “Andi Mack Finale” or “Andi Mack Ends Run” or something like that. The homophobes -- who, again, aren’t watching the show and are getting all their information about it via article headlines -- see those headlines and don’t even remember Andi Mack was the show they hated from two years ago because their rage is mostly performative and short-lived. They get mad in the minute but forget about the specifics of the stuff within a day.

Like I said in the recap, I won’t argue that there’s a scene with more that wouldn’t work, but I personally don’t see the bench scene as not having accomplished everything it needed to.

Oh, that went longer than I thought it was going to be. Not very lightning round of me.

This actually got sent a while back but it was still in my inbox and I figured I’d throw it in here in case the anon saw it. Lightning round!

Sorry, anon, I wasn’t ignoring you and I appreciate you reading my old recaps, but you were the second anon to piece together that I am actually blessed with psychic powers.

I don’t really have any plans to, sorry.

I had only planned to do one set before and after the finale for Tyrus Week, but I will point you and anyone else interested in making their own TJ and Cyrus texts to this post I made that should give you the basic tools needed for the job. (Use them! You wouldn’t believe what a pain in the butt it was to get that background clean like that!)

Thank you, honestly. That’s so, so sweet. But I have no plans to do that.

Like I mentioned at the start of this post, I’m working on something now that I’ll tell you guys about shortly that’s look-backy and will hit on some stuff from those seasons. (Though not in the same vein as the recaps.)

The recaps take a long time to produce, and as much as I’ve loved this show and this fandom, I will be honest and tell you guys I am sort of planning my exit.

This blog has become something of a part-time job for me. Not in the work sense because I have truly enjoyed all this, but just in the time sense. I’ve put a lot of time in and I would like to rededicate that time back toward other things I’ve put on hold for the last year and a half.

It’s starting to feel like making you shout Lightning Round! each time was a mistake now that I’m answering stuff seriously or sadly.

I was getting emotional multiple times while writing it, because of the show, because of the fandom, because of this whole journey we’ve all been on together.

I appreciate you saying this so much because that’s what I’ve always hoped has come through in the things I’ve written about this show. That I’ll make jokes or point out holes or goofy details or whatever, but that I couldn’t do this -- I couldn’t commit myself to this as much as I have -- if I truly didn’t love the show. That everything I’m doing here comes from a place of love and celebrating the show and embracing it for its good stuff and its silly stuff.

It wasn’t a perfect show, but that was always what made it kind of perfect.

Thanks for the asks. Thus ends the lightning round.

#Andi Mack #analysis #discussion #blog stuff #LIGHTNING ROUND!

[a-heart-inscribed]

Operation Eros - Part 3

Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1847

The blush looks good on Steve, covering his cheeks and tinting his ears.

He clears his throat. “Captain Handsome, reporting home.”

The door clicks open and Steve holds the door open for you. “Welcome home Captain and guest.”

You break into a huge smile and fight the giggles as you move into the entry way. “Captain Handsome?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “It’s Tony’s system. He chose the code names and I can’t for the life of me figure out how to change it.”

You laugh as he moves in and starts leading you into the tower. “Well I like it. Very Tony, though.”

“He alternates between that and Capsicle.” Steve chuckles with you for a moment. “FRIDAY, team location report please.”

“Of course, Captain. One moment.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You can find out where everyone is at any time?”

“No, not always. We can tell FRIDAY we want to be ‘offline’ and she hides our location unless emergency protocol is activated. And for the most part we try to respect each other’s privacy.”

“The Captain has a guest! And so late at night. Cap, I’m please to find you are finally bringing home a friend…” When Tony rounds the corner, his face shows confusion but amusement as your eyes meet.

“Privacy, huh?” You say to Steve in an attempt to hide the burning in your cheeks.

“Y/n. What a pleasant surprise. I had no idea you were the guest FRIDAY was reporting to me.” Tony pops out his hip and leans against the rail of the landing he was standing on. The look on his face has turned smug and you wonder if he is up to something.

“You have your teams guests reported to you Tony?” You laugh.

Tony smiles wider but doesn’t make the joke you see shining in his eyes. “I have everyone who comes and goes from the tower reported to me for at least 24 hours after a big mission.”

As you watch his face you get a good sense of his reasoning. He does well hiding it behind that smirk but you see in his eyes that he wants to keep his team safe. This solution probably gives them some amount of freedom as well as satisfying Tony’s protective tendencies. “Well,” you start, smiling and holding the bag in your hand up, “We come bearing sustenance.”

Tony’s eyes finally find the bags and coffee in your hands. “Woman, you are a God send.”

Steve laughs and motions for you to follow him up the stairs. “Team to the kitchen Tony?”

Closer to Tony you can tell he had just recently showered and can read the same exhaustion in his muscles that you see in Steve. He has a dark bruise peeking out from under the collar of his t-shirt and you wonder how hard he had to be hit to get that while in the Iron Man suit. “Roger that Captain. FRIDAY, send an all page to the team, report to the kitchen please and thank you.”

One by one you are joined by the Avengers, each incredibly grateful to be met with warm food and drinks. From what you gather, food around the compound is fend for yourself and after missions everyone tends to be too tired to care about how hungry they are. You try to cut out and let them be, but they insist you stay and eat with them.

Some hours later, you’re seated between Steve and Loki when you try to stifle a yawn. It’s 3am after all and you have no idea how they are all awake.

“I believe the lady is tiered.” The God of Mischief’s eyes are playful but kind as he pushes your shoulder with his.

“No, no. It’s nothing.” You stifle another yawn and he grins at you.

You catch Steve looking at the clock and furrowing his brow. “Do you open tomorrow?” It takes you a moment before you concede under his gaze and nod. Steve sighs out your name. “By the time you got home you would need to turn around and come back. You should have left hours ago…”

“It’s fine really. I’ll just stay up. When you all are done, I’ll just go hang out in the shop until opening.” You knew you’d be kicking yourself in a few hours, but you had let time get away from you.

“Unacceptable.” Tony shrugged as he sat the last part of his sandwich down and waved his hand in the air. “FRIDAY?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Please prep a guest room.”

Before you know it, you have a guest room in the tower, a barrowed set of pajamas from Natasha that don’t fit quite right, and a promise from Pepper to have your work uniform cleaned and ready in a few hours. You can’t be sure, but you have a suspicion that Tony made sure the room he had prepared wasn’t far from Steve’s because he offered to show you the way up as it was on his way to his room. As you lay down to sleep, in the Avengers Tower of all places, you wonder at how surreal things have become.

This staying over becomes more common place for you as the months go by and soon you have left a few things in the tower for the nights you need to just stay and your normal guestroom is pretty much just reserved for you.

It was one of those nights, one the team was coming home late, when Steve found you crying quietly in the back of the shop. He’d let himself in quietly but when you hadn’t greeted him, he had started to worry. “Wow, sweetheart. Hey, what’s wrong?”

His movements as he approached were slow and measured, not his normal rush to your side. Hands finding your shoulders he gently turned you to him. One hand ran up and down your arm and the other went to brush a tear from your face.

God you didn’t want him to see you like this, but you were tiered, and it was late and you could only hold stuff in for so long. You manage to clear your throat a little. “It’s nothing, Steve. Have you guys eaten?”

“No, no. You don’t get to brush this off. Not when you’re like this. What happened?”

You sigh and shift from foot to foot. “I- my boyfriend… I left him.”

“Oh.” You know you aren’t imagining the way Steve’s body tenses and how he pulls back just a bit. “Boyfriend. I- I’m sorry about the breakup. He’s a fool for hurting you.”

Shaking your head, you move back closer to him. “It’s complicated but not like that. I- I’m mad at myself.” You bring a hand up to scrub away some of the tears before going on. “Colin was my boyfriend a few years ago. We had dated for a while, but it just wasn’t working out. He had trust issues, I had my own stuff going on… we broke up like two years ago and he left the city. But he moved back last month and reached out. I figured it couldn’t hurt. You know, for old times’ sake, to give it another try…”

You couldn’t tell Steve you had only decided to give Colin another chance because you wanted the distraction from the feelings you felt rising for… someone unattainable.

“Sweetheart you don’t have to explain…”

Maybe you don’t have to, but you started and now you just want to get it out. “It was stupid, Steve. I don’t have feelings for him at all anymore. I knew I didn’t going in. So, we just… fought. All the time. He still has trust issues, said I was in love with someone else,” You tried to breeze past that because you weren’t sure that it was wrong, “he hated when I’d come home late even though it wasn’t like he was waiting around for me. He made that perfectly clear by sleeping with a different ex of his yesterday…”

“Oh, y/n.” Steve’s body softens again as he pulls you flush to his chest.

A hiccup escapes you, but you are done with the tears, you are done crying over that jerk. You nuzzle your face into the fabric of Steve’s stealth suit breathing in the unique sent of him mixed with the smell of a mission and you feel at home. Damn it, Colin was probably right about your feelings for Steve.

After a few minutes, during which you had wrapped your arms around Steve’s waist without realizing, you sigh into his chest and mutter. “Www shhhhd et uh teem um ood.”

Steve chuckles, “Excuse me?”

Sighing again you pull your head back. “We should get the team some food.”

He brushes back some hair from your face. “Doll, no need to worry about them, they can take care of themselves. You don’t have to face them right now.”

It doesn’t escape your notice that Steve hasn’t loosened his arms from around you “I want to be with my friends right now, Steve… I-”

You don’t get to finish you sentence as the bell on the door chimes. “Hey, Steve, I- oh.” As Bucky moved into the shop Steve pulled slightly away from you and Bucky’s face lit up in a grin. “Am I… interrupting something?” In his eyes you see that look that Tony had in his not so long and you can’t help but wonder what they are up to.

Smiling back, you shake your head and remove yourself from Steve’s arms, regretfully. “No, punk.” You pat his arm as you move by him. “Did you come to help carry the food?”

He chuckles, eyes glued to Steve for a bit as if trying to silently communicate with him. “No, actually. I came to tell Steve that we got the lead we were missing. We have some intelligence to go over and a mission to plan. The sooner the better.”

Steve sighs and runs a hand over his face. “Alright, let’s get Tony and Nat in on this too, and maybe Bruce. Let’s meet in the conference room in 10.”

“Oh no you don’t. Not without food and coffee. I know all of you. You probably haven’t eaten in two days, to focused on getting stuff done and saving the world.” You start to pull stuff out of a cupboard. “Both of you, over here. Bucky can you cut those into slices, and Steve can you get the bread and boxes out?”

And just like that you feel better. You feel at home with the team.

Ever the gentleman, Steve keeps your breakup a secret but is diligent in checking up on you. Even on the mission they had quickly got underway, he had made sure once a day to message you. When he can he comes by the shop on your breaks, when he can’t get away, he has you come over to the tower when you get off. Soon you realize that Captain America, Golden Boy of the USA, has become your best friend.

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[arodrwho]

critrole 2.81 lb

ohhhhkaY here we mcfuckin go y’all

somethin somethin i forgot to pay attention

oh sam has regular clothes

neat

anyways

does that say

y’all motherfuckers need sarenrae

of course it does oh FUCK my phone

phone is fine

this is skipping a lot so i’ve missed a bunch but caleb just. jumped off of fjord’s back??

oh thank u jester

oof down a spell then huh

dang

beep beep golem

this ain’t real great

they’ll be fiiiiiiine

the tag, as ever: oh nooooo they’re gonna get tpkaaaaaaaay’d

@the tag why don’t u eat a d20 & maybe u’ll calm down

in the cool au in my head where caleb uses sign language to replace some of his verbal spell components, he can cast Just Fine currently

or alternatively—the antimagic collar works differently

o that’s interesting taliesin!

he grinned i don’t trust like that

OHHHHHHH THAT WAS A G OOD GRIN!

GOOD JOB CADUCEUS

that was cool as shit

strength check of 9

“caleb grabs notts hand and pulls her through the door” well! that tracks

thank u caleb

o Dear the door is Gone

spose caleb didn’t rly think that through terribly much

eyyyyy cad saves the day again!

thank u nott! u are now the daysaver

o, of course caleb would keep it

lmao i forgot 2 keep doing th lb

also i’m very amused i JUST read someone on my dash say caleb hasn’t been doing support spells & he’s just cast slow

spoke a TAD too soon

that said though yeah he has been going right for fire a lot

hECK yeah beau

o cat’s paw, very nice

oh noooo cad, buddy,,,,,

ooooof that was a lot of ki points i’m sorry :(

oooooo nott figured it out i love the her

acidddd yeaaaaah

anyways

WIN

unlock it!!

ooooo sparkly

o dear don’t wear it

“after today, looks like caduceus could use it” “i’m fine, i’m as smart as i need to be” hey cad i love you,

“yeah i’m perfectly fine” hECk yeah cad

but yeah nah give it to beau though?? beau would be COOOOL

Let Beau Have Ninja Investigative Skills

yeaaaaa

nott doesn’t sound terribly excited abt it though :(

o, is it for jester now? okie

or

what are they gonna piiiiiick

ok it’s jesters

cooooooooooool

oh NO the TINKER GUY

i hope essek is ok

caleb do u follow notT

stop freeziiiiiiiiing you asshole

aw fjordo

i bet u were remembering the dragon huh

residuum golem?

oh not residuum

underground temple w/yasha?

what temple

adamantine

or whatever

okay cool

“nothing is better than frumpkin are u ridiculous?? i thought that thing made u smarter!!” god i love caleb “smart enough to know frumpkin suCKS” rUDE BEAU (also i lov eyou)

goddamN i rly thought cad was fucked there

but he was NOt

so i guess they have a robot now

well correction, caleb has a robot now

willy!!

huh

neat

“sit” it sits

it can’t speak

“he ain’t got no mouth”

caleb be nice to william

stop ordering him around

or say PLEASe

i don’t wanna end for tonight please don’t stop here :(

old, wet rot? chemicals?

strange

this place is WEIRD

beating sound!

is this! what we want!

is this the heart!!!!!!!

what’s happennnnnnnn

is this IT

chains dangle from the ceiling………..

we’re gonna end soon probably i am Sa  d

………...corps e

gross!

that’s gross!

That’s So Gross!!!

creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

“i don’t like this place you guys” well i LOVE this place

it’s very creepy & very good

i want more of it please

are they all like clones

is this an expirement chamber

hundreds of teeth protruding from!!

it’s the lauGHING HAND

that’s so fucking cree p  y

did halas become the laughing hand?

or

no

did he try to make himself like the laughing hand?

like

by experimenting on the heart

like

whaaaaat

this is so fuckin creepy

oh no did y’all summon another golem

oH ACTUALLY U DIDN’T

THA T’S SO GROSS!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!

I LOOOOVE IT

and we’re ending here and that is Just Fine With Me

holy shiiiiiiiit

that’s So Creeeepy

thank u for this matt what the fuck

is very good i’m Delighted

#daypost #cr spoilers #!!!!!!!!!!!!

[katastroficwriter]

I cansolve my problem now!! Hope you’ll like it♥//new anon

Tags: Blood, Implied Violence

CRASH!

The entire room went silent after Ouma threw an empty wine bottle at the wall. The clown then waited for a couple of moments before leaving the tent. As soon as everyone was sure that the raven-haired performer was already out of earshot, the murmuring began.

“What’s his problem?”

“I think it’s because some of the audience were texting on their phones during his performance…”

“I mean, that is disrespectful, but isn’t that reaction a little bit too much?”

“Ah, you must be new here…it’s true that Ouma-kun’s a little unstable–but he’s our top performer. If he leaves the troupe, we’ll lose more than half of our profits.”

“Are we even going to be safe being around him?”

“He’s actually docile as long as you don’t do anything that flips his switch. It takes a while getting used to. We’d like to help you, but Ouma-kun reacts differently to different people. You’ll have to figure it out for yourself, newbie. Good luck.”

…The newbie had quit the circus after a month.

                     ———————————————–

He chose this way of life because of the thrill it gives him. He loves the feeling of adrenaline coursing through his veins whenever he performed. But the most important thing of all, he absolutely adores the amazed stares the audience gives him. Not even the adrenaline he gets from flipping through the air or balancing on a ball could compare to the utter ecstasy he feels whenever he’s under the spotlight. Especially when his blue-eyed angel is watching. The way his eyes sparkled with wonder each time he watches the acrobatic clown’s performance is simply…delicious.

Whether conscious or not, Ouma found himself searching for those beautiful blue eyes in the crowd during each and every performance of his. He was never disappointed because his angel was always there. That’s why Ouma made sure to give him a little wink whenever their eyes met.

Now, his angel–Kiibo, as he introduced himself earlier, is standing before him behind the circus tent, hidden from the eyes and ears of his troupe.

“I have always watched you from afar. Whether I sit in the back or in the front, your performance is always so dazzling,” Kiibo started. “Seeing you fly through the air or you performing your tricks with a smile…I couldn’t help but fall in love. I know that it was presumptuous of me to think that I’d even have a chance with you, but–”

“You want to go on a date…with me?” Ouma tilted his head, making the bells on his hat jingle from the mere motion.

“Yes.” Kiibo nodded, his eyes never left the clown during the entire confession. It wasn’t the first time he’s had a man seek him out after his performance just to court him. He is quite a beautiful catch, so it wasn’t a surprise. He turned them all down because he wasn’t interested in their half-hearted affection. What made Kiibo special however, is that…he was looking at him. Him and only him. He was practically on cloud nine right now. How could he ever resist such wonderful blue eyes?

Thus begins their nightly rendezvous. They would secretly meet in the forest behind the circus tent and share a tender and loving moment hidden from the eyes of other people. Even Ouma’s fellow performers noticed a little change in him. His outbursts have become scarce, and sometimes he returns to the tent smiling as he cradled a bouquet of bat flowers in his arms, saying that it came from his lover and admirer.

“I told him that bats were my favorite animal since they hang around upside down just like me sometimes,” Ouma happily explained as he carefully rubbed a petal in between two fingers. “So he got me these flowers since it resembled bats. He’s so thoughtful.” Was his response once someone finally asked. He was at peace. Ouma honestly didn’t think he could ever be this happy with Kiibo–the albino angel who’s always watched his every performance with love and wonder in his eyes.

One day, however…

“I was thinking of joining the circus with you,” Kiibo was carding his hand through Ouma’s hair as he said this.

Ouma felt a painful twinge in his heart and mind as he processed his lover’s words. But he pushed the unpleasant feeling in the back of his mind and simply pouted. “You? In the circus? No way. You don’t have anything to contribute in the troupe at all.”

Kiibo chuckled, “That’s true. Maybe I can think of something I can do soon.” He placed a gentle kiss on the crown of the raven-haired performer’s head.

Ouma shifted in his position on the bed and moved to press his lips against the albino’s very own. “It’s a fruitless endeavor, but good luck anyway.”

“Thank you,” Kiibo’s gentle voice made his heart flutter still, but the performer couldn’t help but feel uneasy after the exchange. A few days had passed peacefully, which lulled Ouma into a sense of comfort.

However, Ouma later realized that he had forgotten how much of an amazing person Kiibo was. True to his word, Kiibo did put in a lot of thought of what he could do for the circus. He was serious about being a part of Ouma’s life in the circus as well, which is why he even made it a point to ask for some advice or even lessons from each of the other performers in the troupe. They showered the albino with praise and adoration–they were happy that he was putting in so much effort just to be with Ouma.

The more Kiibo honed his skills, the deeper the thorns in his heart grew. He loves Kiibo, he truly does. But he didn’t want him to be part of the circus no matter what. Because…because…

“What’s wrong, Kokichi-kun?”

Ouma had pulled him out of the tent after their final performance for the night. It was exactly the night before Kiibo’s first appearance as an official member of the troupe.

“You…weren’t there…” the shorter male murmured, clenching his fists to his sides. “You weren’t there to watch me.”

“Ah, I was prac–”

“You were too busy practicing for tomorrow, I know!” Ouma snarled.

“Koki–”

“Why do you think I never wanted you to be part of the circus?!” Ouma gritted his teeth in an attempt to stifle his anger. It wasn’t working. “I thought that–I was starting to believe that I could handle not being the center of everyone’s attention as long as I had yours. But now, I can’t even have that!” Angry tears began streaming down his cheeks. “You weren’t there for me!”

“I’m sorry, Kokichi-kun–” Kiibo took a few steps forward and hugged the shorter male.

“Don’t…Don’t touch me!”

CRASH! THUD!

“You don’t understand how much you hurt me!” Red.

“You don’t know how betrayed I felt!” So much red.

“I just…I just wanted you to look at me!” And before he knew it…

“I…know…” Ouma let the broken bottle slowly slip out of his grasp as soon as he felt a hand cupping his cheek. Kiibo coughed as he caressed his lover’s cheek with his now bloodied hand. “T-that’s why I…I wanted to be clo…ser t-to…to you…”

His angel was now dyed red.

Kiibo’s pristine white skin was now decorated with slashes and broken glass, and blood was oozing from his head. Unfocused turquoise eyes met shocked amethyst orbs. “Koki…chi…kun…”

“K-Kiibo…! I–” Ouma choked on his words upon realizing what he had just done. “I didn’t mean to! I didn’t mean to hurt you!” he cried. “Kiibo I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”

“Shh…” Kiibo hushed. His breaths were getting shallower and shallower. “…Smile…for me. Just like…always.”

Ouma shook his head furiously as he cradled the albino in his arms. “I can’t do it. There’s no way I can do it!”

He’s stupid. He’s crazy. How could he tell the person who assaulted him to smile for him while he’s dying?!

“I…fell in love…with your smile.” murmured the albino. He was looking at Ouma, but it felt like he wasn’t looking at anything at all.

“Kiibo!” Ouma sobbed, his breaths were getting frantic with panic. That’s when he remembered. There’s one person who can help him. “Please hold on just a little bit longer. I-” he choked out a sob. “I know someone who can help you.”

Kiibo didn’t respond.

Ouma carefully tugged his lover into his arms and wrapped the latter’s arm over his shoulders. “I got you. I got you. Please hang on!”

He walked towards the crazy scientist’s shack just 10 minutes away from their current location. It was then did Ouma discover how exploitable Halloween was, considering how no one thought it was odd to see his bloodied clothes and even more bloodied companion. They all simply dismissed it as nothing more than an elaborate trick. How Ouma wished that that was the case.

           BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

“Enough with the knockin’ already! I ain’t Willy Wonka, now fuck off back to your mother’s womb–ah?” Iruma paused to take in her visitor’s appearance. “Ouma? Whaddaya want? You didn’t seem like the trick or treat type. You even lugged your boyfriend’s hot piece of ass here.”

“…Fix him.”

“Ah?”

“I said fix him!” Ouma’s voice cracked. “You’re the…you’re the only one who can do it.”

Iruma gave the albino another once over before stepping aside. “Get in.” Her brows furrowed. ‘I don’t know what he’s expecting me to do…but I’ve never worked on a corpse before. This would be a little troublesome…’

                     ————————————————

“Kiibo~ Kiibo~ How was my performance? You were watching, right?” The bells in Ouma’s outfit jingled with his every movement.

The albino said nothing at first, blinking once, twice, before caressing the performer’s cheek. “…G…ood.”

Ouma melted into his lover’s touch, letting out a pleased hum. He involuntarily squeaked when he was suddenly tugged into the other’s arms, feeling the albino’s teeth nibbling on his neck. “H-hey! Later! Not in public!”

Kiibo merely responded with a grunt, but he pulled away regardless. No matter how much time passed, Ouma couldn’t stop himself from taking in his lover’s appearance. He had two bolts on each side of his head to keep his skull in place. Most of his body were covered in stitches just to keep himself together.

Iruma told him that a portion of his brain had to be removed since it had been badly damaged by the initial blunt force trauma he received from the wine bottle Ouma impulsively grabbed during that night. Because of that, Kiibo lost a good portion of his memories, his emotions, and is even struggling with speaking complete sentences. But somehow…he remembers Ouma. He remembers loving Ouma. And so the only person Kiibo would actually exert the effort to speak to was the raven-haired performer. His lover. And his killer.

Whenever the others asked, Ouma had no choice but to lie to them. Telling them that Kiibo got hit and run by a drunken driver while they were on a date and that Iruma was the only one capable of saving him at that time since there weren’t any hospitals nearby.

“I love you,” the words had left Ouma’s lips before he could even think to stop it.

Kiibo didn’t respond. Instead, he lifted the shorter male’s hand to his lips and pressed a kiss on his knuckles. He didn’t say a word, but Ouma understood that Kiibo loves him back. Only an idiot like Kiibo could ever love him unconditionally, after all.

#ndrv3 #kiibouma #kiibo #ouma kokichi #katastrofic writing #spoopy! #the last one is finally up #submission

[raywritesthings]

A Different Return 2/?

My Writing Fandom: Doctor Who Characters: Donna Noble, Tenth Doctor, Shaun Temple Pairing: Doctor/Donna Summary: When an accident brings Donna Noble back just before the Doctor’s prophesied death, how might events change? AO3 link

This was shaping up to be the maddest Christmas Donna had ever had. And considering Christmases past, that was saying something.

Well, firstly, she could actually remember what had occurred on that previous Christmas. And for another, she found herself once again running hand in hand through London with her mad Spaceman.

“So where are we going?”

“Away from the ambulance for now! It’s a lucky thing we got everything sorted before they showed up. I do not want to end up in the morgue again!”

Donna rolled her eyes, not even bothering to ask. “Ought to have thought of that before you stepped into oncoming traffic.”

“Well, you said you were distracted by Shaun, didn’t you? Sounds like two parties were at fault to me.”

She shot him a look. “I thought you were dying, you prawn! I felt bad!”

“Then why did Shaun say you were yelling at him?” The Doctor looked at her, his brows furrowed in genuine concern. “What were you fighting about?”

Donna’s gaze dropped to their feet hitting the pavement. “It was stupid. He wants to go all out for the holiday this year, but we haven’t got the money, have we? I mean the recession’s not over just cos America’s got a new president.”

He didn’t reply. Of course he didn’t; those kinds of problems weren’t a part of the Doctor’s world. She felt silly even bringing it up.

It was getting hard to carry the conversation being short of breath and all, so Donna huffed, “Look, can whatever the thing you were doing wait for a few minutes? I think we’ve got to get caught up.”

He sighed. “Yeah, alright. Come on, I know a place.”

They slowed their pace to a walk, though their hands remained linked. Donna was afraid to let go, sure that this had to be a dream of some kind and waking would cause her to forget it all again.

He caught her looking and smiled. Donna was glad to see it. Each time he did so, it seemed to take some of the lines off his face. Lines that hadn’t been there the last time she’d seen him. God, how long had it been?

He directed them inside a cafe, and Donna glanced across the street. “Oh, that is so weird. I was just over there a little bit ago!”

Doing the shopping, totally unaware of anything greater going on in the world. She felt like an entirely different person now living an entirely different life. The life she hadn’t even realized she’d been missing.

The Doctor went to lead them to a table, but Donna tugged him to a stop.

“Hold on, we have to get something. Are you carrying any money?”

“Um, not sure,” he muttered. Before he could start digging around in his ridiculous pockets, she laid a hand on his arm.

“That’s alright, I’ll get this one.”

“Donna, you just said you didn’t want to spend unnecessarily.”

“A bit of tea won’t hurt.”

They reached the front of the line and ordered.

“And you two are together today?” Their cashier asked in a way that was an assumption.

“No,” Donna answered automatically. “I mean, yeah, we’re paying together, we’re just not together, you know?”

A glint of metal on her left hand caught her eye as she waved it between them, and Donna was brought up short noticing it for the second time. She was engaged again.

She remembered the nearly desperate elation — She wasn’t too old or fat or stupid. She wouldn’t die alone. She could finally see a way for herself out of her mother’s house. — and it felt like some other woman’s worries.

She was Donna, but she wasn’t the Donna who had finished nearly the whole bottle of wine on their first date because her friends had always said she was a funny drunk. She wasn’t the Donna who had pushed herself into going back to temping even though it made her not want to get out of bed in the morning simply because he’d rather be part time than get a proper office job. She wasn’t the Donna who had cried and called his proposal the happiest day of her life.

She wasn’t the Donna that Shaun loved.

“I’ve got it,” the Doctor interjected, breaking her out of her reverie.

Donna took the opportunity to leave the counter and find a table. She sunk into a chair and placed her head in her hands.

Shaun. What was she going to do about Shaun?

“What’s wrong?”

She looked up at the sound of the Doctor’s voice. “Nothing. Just thinking. It’s a lot to process, in case you didn’t realize.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, placing her cup in front of her and taking his own seat.

“Don’t start. I’d rather be processing than wandering about without a clue.”

He gave a hum of acknowledgement but otherwise was silent. It was awkward, she supposed, finding their usual rhythm again. He hadn’t picked up anyone since to her knowledge, but he must have been trying to move on. Probably had been hoping she’d just go on back home with Shaun instead of tagging along with him.

Donna sipped at her tea and drummed her fingers on the table, and his eyes dropped to the ring there. She couldn’t read his expression, which was more than a little frustrating. What did he think about it? More importantly, what did she want him to think about it?

That was her other problem, one that she didn’t want to think about too closely. She’d agreed to marry Shaun, completely unaware that she had once upon a time already promised the rest of her life to a different man entirely.

And the Doctor had said he’d known. Did that mean he’d known or guessed at her change of heart over their “just mates” arrangement as well? Was it even right for her to be thinking about that while she was still engaged to someone else?

The one thing he didn’t seem to be displaying was surprise, and Donna had a thought.

“Wait a minute. You know who Shaun is.”

He gave a slight start in his chair. “Oh. Wilfred told me.”

Donna narrowed her eyes. “When did you see my Gramps?”

“About...half an hour ago?”

“What, do you two just meet up and have chats now?”

“No. No, he found me. Still not sure how. I wasn’t here for that, I wasn’t trying to — anyway,” he said, his way of trying to dismiss what he didn’t want to talk about.

“So why did you come back to Earth, then?”

“The Ood warned me. They were having bad dreams, and so have everyone on Earth. You wouldn’t happen to remember, would you?”

Donna shook her head. The only odd dreams she’d been having were what she could now recognize as small snippets of their old adventures together, and since she’d felt guilty for dreaming about being with someone who wasn’t Shaun she’d been trying not to think about them much.

“Well, suppose it wasn’t a guarantee. Wilfred can remember his for some reason, so I thought maybe — but never mind. The dreams were a premonition, a warning for me to know something was about to happen here and I needed to come back. Only I was too late, and now the Master’s back again,” he finished, running his hands through his hair in clear distress.

“Okay, I was following that up until you said ‘Master’,” Donna said.

The Doctor blinked. “Oh, right. The Master’s another Time Lord. Not a good one,” he added before she could do much more than let her mouth fall open in shock. “Martha, Jack, and I found him at the end of the universe, and eventually he was killed. Or I thought, but he had a backup plan. He always does.”

“So from what I’m getting, he’s sort of like your Time Lord nemesis?”

He pulled a face. “It’s complicated. We were friends, a long time ago. Best friends. But things changed, we grew apart, had different ideas.”

“You found a better best friend,” she remarked.

That actually got a smirk out of him. “True. Anyway, him being back isn’t any good for the Earth. He sees humanity, or anyone, really, as beneath him.”

“So typical destroy-the-planet Christmas fare, then.”

He shrugged. “I’m not sure what his plan is. His resurrection, something about it didn’t go to plan. I think Lucy must have been behind it.”

“And Lucy is…?”

“His wife. Well, widow until he was resurrected.”

“Is she a Time Lady?”

“No.”

“Wait, so if humans are ‘beneath’ him, what’d he go and marry one for?”

“It was part of the last plan.”

“Why am I picturing a bloody Bond villain?” Asked Donna. “I mean, seriously, who goes around calling themselves the Master? Actually, why do you call him that?”

“Well, it’s his name. He picked it same as I did. And really, Donna, it’s the height of offense in Time Lord society not to use a chosen name — nicknames aside,” he added. “Though nobody on Gallifrey really used nicknames.”

“Well, glad I haven’t inadvertently offended, then.”

“Now that you mention it, the Martian thing was a bit rude.”

“And should we really be worried about being rude to the alien super villain intent on destroying the planet?”

“Well—”

“I’m gonna say no,” Donna concluded.

He shook his head, but a smile was spreading across his face. “I don’t think saying I missed you covers it, but I did.”

She couldn’t quite meet his warm gaze and lowered her eyes to her coffee. “Yeah, what’s it been, three centuries?”

“Three years.”

That had her looking back up. “What, really? But you look so much older! I mean, really, you look like death warmed over!”

“Thank you,” he said, lips quirked in a wry smile. “And to think if I’d known nearly dying was all it would take to fix things, maybe I wouldn’t look like death.”

“Oi, don’t even joke about that.” Donna pointed a finger at him in stern warning, but on the inside she felt a swell of fear. For the Doctor to have been so lost in his head not to even notice her car, he must have been in a truly bad state. She could only think of the Torchwood laboratory under the Thames, his unchanging expression as the water had poured in all around them until Donna had shouted loud enough to break through to him.

The Doctor wasn’t laughing either. “Donna, I think you should go home.”

“What?”

“Go and spend Christmas with your family and your fiancé.”

“Right, because that’ll be easy while I’m worrying whether the world is gonna end, won’t it?” She glared at him. “Will you stop trying to send me off for my own good? Cos we all know how that usually ends.”

“This isn’t a usual day, Donna. The Master is dangerous, more so than most anything we’ve ever been up against,” the Doctor said with just as stern a look. “It’s better for him to think I’m on my own.”

Donna was about to argue further, but a thought occurred to her. “Was he the one who tortured Martha’s family?”

He didn’t ask how she knew about that. “Yes.”

Donna didn’t say anything for a long moment. If she did go along, would she be making her family a target? But if she didn’t, what might happen to him?

“Did he torture you?”

“Donna—”

“Yes or no question, Doctor.”

He wasn’t looking at her when he answered. “Yes.”

Donna nodded to herself. “Then I think I’ll be staying.”

“Donna, please.” The Doctor reaches across the table for her hands. “I’ve only just got you back. If something happened to you because of me again, I don’t know what I’d end up doing.” He looked terrified just at the possibility.

“And you think I want something happening to you when I just got you back?”

“That’s not something you can change,” he told her.

“What do you mean?”

The ring of her mobile cut through their conversation, and the Doctor let her hands go and pulled back. Donna sighed when she saw it was her mum, but knew ignoring this call would likely only send her family into a panic.

In fact, she didn’t even get a word in, greeting-wise.

“Donna? Where are you? What’s happened?”

“Nothing, mum. Well, nothing bad. Actually, it’s all fine now.” She shuffled in her seat, half-turning to the side as she added, “Didn’t Shaun tell you I was fine?”

“He doesn’t know what’s happening! Said you ran off with him.”

“You can say the Doctor,” said Donna with a roll of her eyes that hopefully could be heard down the line.”

“But how can you know who he is? He said it’d kill you!”

“Yeah, well he was a little wrong on that. We sorted it out.”

“Donna, tell me you’re not going off to space and all that again,” her mother begged. “Come home. We’re worried about you.”

“Mum, I’m fine, I swear.”

“It’s Christmas. You’ve got the wedding coming up!”

“Look, I’ll stop home soon as I can. This is important. I’m sorry. Love you.” She hung up before her mother could reply. “Suppose it would’ve been too much to expect she’d be happy I’m not an amnesiac — oi!”

She’d turned back to face him only to find she was talking to thin air. The Doctor had gone.

He hadn’t even touched his tea.

“Oh, you idiot.” She wasn’t entirely sure if she meant him or herself. Probably both.

Donna stood and left the cafe.

He wasn’t anywhere to be seen when she looked either way down the street. Oh, he was in for it when she caught up with him.

Trouble was, she had no clue where this other Time Lord was or what he was up to, and thus no real way of knowing where the Doctor might have gone.

It wasn’t the end of the world. She’d found him before and she could again.

And she wasn’t the only one. Her grandad had apparently managed it just earlier today. If anyone might know something that could help her find the Doctor, he would.

It looked as if she was going home after all.

#doctor x donna #ten x donna #donna noble #tenth doctor #doctor who #the doctor #my writing

[whoinwhoville]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Shareen Costello Additional Tags: Dancing, Fluffy, Tooth Rotting Fluff, Tango, pardon my spouting of wikipedia facts, LegendsLikeStardust, doctorroseficprompt, dwficprompt, Wedding, Wedding Reception, the adventures in between, Vignette Summary:

They've got the moves.

@legendslikestardust​ June 26 prompt: “Well, you know what they say...”

The Doctor careered around a corner at the intersection of Billiards, the Flesh-Eating Plants Botanical Garden, and That Locked Room with the Strange Smell. He skidding in his stocking feet, having been relaxing in the library with a cup of tea and Volume II of the Annals of Ancient Klom. (A very interesting read. He’d marked his page.) The shriek from the direction of Rose's bedroom had been bloodcurdling. It had been followed by a series of punctuated screams, what sounded like pounding on the floor, and then crying.

"Oh I reeeeeeally hope that Botran scorpion didn't come out of his pre-feed coma. It has been forty-three months though. Very possible,” he muttered to himself.

The Doctor didn't bother to knock. He aimed his sonic, and burst through her door (which wasn't actually locked).

"Rose! I can explain--"

"Shareen's getting married! And I'm her maid of honour, and it's happening on December 9, but I need to go for a fitting in October. She has really horrible taste in clothes, but I don't care, she's my best mate, and she'll make me wear blue eyeshadow I bet, and I’ll probably have to get fake nails -- the kind that are two inches long and glittered up with rhinestones. But I don't care! I'm so happy for her!" Black mascara ringed her eyes.

"What? So you're not being attacked by a big pink thing--" he opened his arms wide "--about this big with two spiked tails, six eyes, and fangs dripping with lime green goo? The way you were screaming, after all.“

"What you goin' on about?" Rose laughed as she began packing a bag, shoving in clothes and makeup and lacy unmentionables without bothering to fold them.

He rubbed the back of his neck and pulled a face. “Never mind."

Rose turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised. "Something you're not telling me?"

He blew air through his lips, frowned, and then shook his head in denial. "Naw. Nothing to worry about. So a wedding eh? And I suppose you'll be wanting to go?"

"Didn't you hear a word I just said? Shareen! My best mate! She's getting married! I’m her maid of honor! I’m already packing! Of course we're going. I'd rather go home sooner than later, if you don't mind. It's been a rough couple of days.” She frowned. ”You going down into that pit… Toby blowing fire outta his mouth… All that creepy writing on his face. Those poor Ood. I think we both deserve a break. Don't you?"

"I suppose we do. Righty-o then. I shall set a new course at your bidding, milady."

“October 2, my timeline. Dress fitting. And then we could jump ahead to the wedding right away, yeah?"

"Sounds like a very good plan, Rose Tyler. Second of October it is. But first," he pointed a thumb over his shoulder. "I have, errrrr, something I need to check on. You're sure you haven't seen a big pink scorpion-looking thing?"

"No! And I hope I never do!"

oOo

"Shareen definitely has," the Doctor tugged on his ear, “very red and… slitty taste."

“Doctor! That was rude! She does not have shi—“

“NoNoNoNoNo!!!! Sllllllliiiity taste. That slit. It’s very… long.” He blushed a bit, and then cleared his voice.

Rose laughed, and then twirled. The asymmetrical dress flared out, revealing a long slit all the way up her leg.

“You know, I had visions of a glow-in-the-dark neon pink ruffled mermaid dress so tight that I wouldn’t be able to sit. But this is sorta amazing. Not very bridesmaid like, but still amazing.” She smoothed down the silky fabric. “Shareen and Benny, that’s her fiancé, they’ve been taking Tango lessons to dance at the reception. Don’t know what the rest of us are gonna do, seeing as how the average wedding guest probably doesn’t know how. I know I don’t. Wonder if she’s gonna give all the women roses to hold in their teeth?“

“Tell you what. The Tango originated in Argentina and Uruguay. We really must go. It’s one of the few dances I don’t know.“

“You saying that you don’t have the moves, Doctor?” She smiled, biting her tongue.

“Oh, I have the moves,” he said low, voice rumbling. “Just haven’t learned them yet. I promise, we will be better than anyone else in the room.”

“Upstage the bride?” she flirted.

“Absolutely. You are the best, Rose Tyler, and I only take the best.” He winked saucily.

Rose twirled dramatically, grabbed his hand, roughly pulled him close, and led him around the room, arms jutted out.

“The Tango is said to have significant health benefits. According to Psychology Today, dancing the Tango makes you feel relaxed, sexier, and less depressed, and it increases testosterone levels. Not that I need any manly enhancement.”

Rose snorted a laugh as the Doctor continued his lesson. “The Tango is the official dance of Rundamimanina. Well, it’s a variation of the Tango. Well… it isn’t really the Tango at all. But the Rumdamimanians do love dancing, which is odd, considered the people on Rundamimanina have two left feet. Literally. I’ve never taken you to Argentina, and it’s been ages since I’ve been there. May as well learn the Tango from the best. But I’ll have to make sure we don’t land during one of those dodgy regimes.” He shuddered. “Don’t want to get thrown into prison for unlawful assembly — dancing the tango was outlawed for a time. Imagine that! Illegal to dance the Tango! So, Rose Tyler. Argentina?”

“Sounds like fun. You know, Shareen’s mum has been trying to get me married off to her nephew since I was thirteen, and even though you’re my plus one, I have to walk down the aisle with the bloke, and he’s handsy.”

“I’ll be your knight in shining armor, Dame Rose.” He bowed, gallantly.

“Well thank you, Sir Doctor.” Rose curtsied. “I’m sorta surprised Shareen actually got away with choosing these dresses. Course, we’ll be wearing shawls for the church ceremony. Fringed. Gorgeous. Her mum would have her head if our shoulders weren’t covered up. The slit is pushing it as it is. We’ll just have to make sure we don’t do any deep lunges walkin’ down the aisle.” Rose smiled saucily.

oOo

“I think this is the best reception I’ve ever been to,” Rose grinned.

“I have to admit, as human weddings go, this one gets high marks.” He surveyed the room. “Nice lighting, great music, although the cake wasn’t—“

“Banana. I know. Doctor, normal people don’t have banana cake at their wedding.

“But that’s the thing. I’m not normal,” he bragged. “And if I were human, I’d have banana cake.”

“With edible ball bearings. I know, I know.” Rose rolled her eyes.

The musicians — an accordionist, pianist, and a guitarist began to play a soulful, sexy-sad song.

“So, are you ready to show off our superior dancing skills?”

“More than.”

He held out his hand and led her to the dance floor.

Their toes traced patterns on the floor. Hands were clasped. Arms locked. Faces just shy of touching. A small but precise flip of the leg, a running of the toes up a calf. Legs in tandem, as if man was glued to woman. Red silk flipped. Toned legs flexed. Dark eyes flashed — locked onto the soulful, golden-flecked eyes of his companion. As the song progressed, the touches became more intimate, more sensual. Slower. More pronounced. More teasing. More… raw.”

When the music stopped with a flourish, the room was silent, staring at the couple who were now snogging on the dance floor. Someone began to clap slowly, and then another person whistled. And soon the room had erupted with a combination of incensed gasps from maiden aunts, teenaged boys cat calling, throats being cleared, and lots of cheering.

Rose startled when she felt a sharp, varnished fingernail poking her shoulder, and then snickering.

“‘We’re just friends, Shareen! Honestly!’” mocked the bride.

“Uh…” Rose fumbled for words through swollen lips. “We… the thing is…”

The Doctor stood still as a statue, slack jawed, eyes glazed, and hair riotously on end, a victim of Rose’s wandering hands.

oOo

There was a rather awkward return to the TARDIS once the reception had wrapped up. Rose dropped onto the white bench, and proceeded to examine her dark red fingernails.

“So,” the Doctor said, sauntering around the console flipping switches more deliberately than usual.

“So…” Rose cleared her throat. “What was that?”

“What was what?” he dodged.

“That dance. That kiss.” Rose cleared her throat again.

He turned, and leaned on the console, arms and legs crossed, looking right into Rose’s eyes.

“That was the Tango.” The word hung in the tingling, charged air.

“Yeah, I know that, but—“

“And you know what they say about the Tango…” He pressed his tongue against the teeth for a moment, pushed himself off of the console, and extended his hand.

She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip, but then took it. He pulled her gently to him, but not close enough to touch. Music echoed within the expanse of the room. They began to dance.

“What do they say about the Tango, Doctor?” she asked.

“The Tango, it is said, exposes the passions of the dancers’ hearts. Brings truth to the surface.”

Their movements were precise, in unison. Harmonious.

“At least that’s what the Rundamimaninians say about their non-Tango Tango.”

“Even with two left feet?” She smiled.

“Especially with two left feet. Who else but two people in love would put up with a dancing partner with two left feet?”

She nodded, and smiled, following his perfect lead.

“They have another saying, too. That when two people are finally dancing there is no lead. That the lead, in reality, knows their partner so well that he or she is anticipating the next move of the one that is supposedly following.”

“So are you saying you knew I was going to kiss you, so you kissed me?”

“Well, in this case, I think we both knew at the same time. Or what we’ve wanted. So no leading. No following. Only a pair of dancers completely in sync, letting the truth come to the surface.”

They danced slowly, with even more passion than they had at the reception. The lights dimmed, and the music softened a bit. And they never stopped dancing again — the truth finally revealed through a dance.

#ficandchips #ten x rose #legendslikestardust #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #dancing #not the euphemism #wedding reception #the bits in between