anything on 13 and 14 for the bigeneration?
-since thereβs already two of them, fourteen never gets shot, which means fifteen wonβt be around for a while yet π. it also means that both the doctors play their own games against the toymaker! fourteen sticks with highest card, thirteen goes with mario kart (and wins, for the record. yes she will be holding the fact that she won her game and fourteen lost over his head forever. oh whatβs that his game was pure chance and doesnβt have anything to do with his level of skill? tough)
-donna's spare room only has one bed, and they argue over who gets it for like an hour (thirteen's like i sleep on the floor a lot anyway it's fine you take the bed and fourteen's like you literally died like 5 hours ago YOU take the bed) until donna's like Why Doesn't Somebody Take The Fucking Sofa. that somebody is thirteen bc fourteen's really tall lmao. donna comes downstairs the next morning to find fourteen curled up on the floor next to the sofa anyway and is like hm i sure hope this won't be representative of their general relationship!
-for the first week, thirteen is very much not fun to be around for reasons of she literally just fucking died and was kind of hoping that it would mean she didn't have to deal with any of that unresolved trauma (spoiler alert it's still there but It's Worse Now). eventually even fourteen starts avoiding her, which makes it ten times worse (turns out she's uh kinda bleeding psychically. that's what happens when two aliens rip open your memories again and again and then your best enemy forces a regeneration on you). this goes on until she snaps at rose, at which point donna sits her down in the shed and is like we're going to talk or else i will physically kick you out. an hour (and a lot of tears) later she brings fourteen in too. they end up having semi regular check in sessions after that and it really does help
-around a month in, they just Vanish and the tardis is gone too, and donna's like well they could've left a fucking note. but i get it. and then rose is like mum come look!!! and takes her into the shed, which is now bigger on the inside and has two full rooms, one with rose's workshop (now with a bunch of vintage sewing and knitting machines in) and one with the tardis and a hammock (for thirteen) and a sofa bed (for fourteen). donna's like oh you definitely should be in seperate rooms you guys are unhealthily close and they're like we can't hear you over our amazing coping methods
-yeah they're like. really codependent. they also have vastly different ways of getting comfort (fourteen needs to be touching somebody at all times, and also loves comfortable silences; thirteen needs a five foot cube of personal space and also can't stop talking ever Or Else The Thoughts Get Her) which isn't a super great way to live tbh! luckily you kinda need surgical tools to seperate donna and fourteen, and rose and thirteen can talk at each other for hours, so it kinda balances out. the fact that they physically need to interact with other people really helps dskjldsajklds
-while fourteen isn't ten, he's just like a more mature version of him, so he slots very easily back into donna and wilf (and even sylvia)'s lives. thirteen, on the other hand, is a completely new person, and does often feel a little out of place. once everyone else realises she feels like this they're like what the fuck are you talking about. you're sad and feral. that's the doctor
-they do eventually get better with uh lots of therapy and also getting desk jobs at unit (fourteen ends up more with the organisational side while thirteen is just Generally Sciencey. she has like forty experiments going at once. kate only knows about around 2/3 of them) plus the shed expands eventually and thirteen gets her own workshop and tinkering really helps calm her down. meanwhile fourteen starts getting into baking, and that helps him too. they both just really needed a breather, yknow?
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it's such a stupid pet-peeve because it doesn't actually matter, but I wish people stopped calling Tristamp Wolfwood's shoes loafers
They're too snug and have no raised heel, and the inner piping matches the super-flat sole. Plus whatever material they're made of looks thinner and more flexible than treated leather that usually gets associated with loafers. They look closer to flat espadrilles or rounded Moroccan balghas/babouches to me tbh, closest loafer would be a traditionally-styled penny loafer but they still usually have really specific piping that loops around the toe
(this is all very petty because none of it is worth caring about beyond "how easily can the shoe be taken off to be emptied of sand" and all of them are basically just cozy slip-ons lmao)
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Hi again! So, progress update (11.10.2022) π
We finally managed to sew a full top and bottom lingerie set for our Jnr Vi doll! Like, omg! Mwahahahaha!
I never imagined I would be sewing doll clothes. After a traumatic speed-run through 1 year of textile classes in Aussie High School (at about 14 years of age) I believed my sewing journey was over. I was told I wasn't very good at it. I had the one sewing machine that was extremely broken. I never managed to remember a thing from those classes, and even though I liked the idea of dress making, I never thought we'd get anywhere with it.
Lol, this has changed my life.
I haven't shown all of my terrible trials on this blog. But I have made a good 7-9 pairs of underwear (or... my system, us, has). One of them, until this pair, was actually salvageable / fit and didn't look hideous. But here we are! At something decently good.
I refused to use other peoples patterns. I'm guilty. I trialled pattern making and watched tutorials until I understood measurements and making patterns from those measurements. Glad wrap copying would not do. These are skills for my future.
And, I hand stitched them all too! I am so not good at sewing and I am so proud of these achievements!
And, sure, this isn't perfect. But I'll keep making more until they are. I have the pattern now! It's all about adjustments from here. So this is really a good spot I'd at. And it just makes me so happy! π
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As good as romantic kisses are.... Platonic ones.....Just a friendly little kiss on the forehead and a little "you did great today" bc they know there's bad days. Those kisses that aren't like proper kisses but kinda resting your face on the top of their head bc god platonic love,,,,,,,love that shit!!!!!!!
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"Have you ... ever thought about the end of the world?"
The question leaves his lips too quickly for him to catch, his heartbeat shooting up into his ears - pounding hard enough that he can practically feel the rising blush on his cheeks. Their positioning wasn't unsual, Robin often found himself cuddled up against his fiance's chest - somehow, someway, the killer's heartbeat manages to calm his songbird. Strange, given Robin's deepset fear of mortality - perhaps it was just simply because he was there with him then. Either way, cuddled up in their bed with Ham Sandwich nestled on the pillows above their heads with an ocean documentary lazily playing in the background was not the appropriate time to bring up the end of mankind. He feels the questioning look Danny is staring into his white hair, how does he always manage to make Robin feel like a blushing schoolboy?
Ugh.
"What I meant is - Well, what ifβ
earthβ
just got tiredβ
of spinning
And that was only theβ
beginning?" Oh God above, he can tell he's making it weirder and rambling, but he can't stop. It's impossible and he knows there's no going back now that he's opened the flood gates. "There would be no hope in a return to the past - no going back to things as they once were. But ... Even then I wouldn't really want to be with anyone else but you, when the end comes around we can just run away to do whatever we please however we want. No rules, no work - just ... us. We can explore a bunch of abandoned buildings - I'll still give you wilted flowers, and I'm sure that we would just ... Be fine? Sure the world around us would change but I don't think that this ... " Robin's mind is screaming at him to shut up, "I think, even now, the only thing that makes my heart leap is you telling me you love me. Even with the threat of drones or bombs - if I had you I'd be happy." The assistant pulled himself from Danny's chest to look down at him, observing him with a curious tilt of his head, "And at least I'd still be allowed to call you mine ... You help me forget about that scary ticking clock after all - how could I ever want to let you go?"
Robin's cheeks are burning as he stares down at his lover, choosing to try and count the dark lashes framing Danny's beautifully icy eyes instead of actually looking into them. He doesn't want to know if his fiance thinks he's a freak now, or if he's genuinely satisfied by Robin's shit explanation: Hi! I was doom thinking and I just wanted to tell you that you're my one and only joy! Heh ... Then again, the killer was a little weirdo anyway - obsessed and needy; Robin's words of devotion probably rang in Danny's ears like Heaven's choir. His head is quick to descend back down onto the Killer's chest, eager to cuddle within their blankets and escape from the breeze of their cracked window, "I just hope its not through like ... Nuclear War, that would be so boring. Zombie's could be fun, but the smell would be positively rank. I think perhaps a nicely aimed solar flare would do the trick - think: the past century of technology wiped away in one foul swoop! Would we ever truly recover? Or polar opposite, AI takes over and we must form a resistance - "
...
"I ... I do not know what came over me to rant about such childish fantasies. Why do I feel as if you're smirking at me?"
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My tunnel vision mystery bag came :) I got a necklace I've really been wanting from them, a beaded phone charm, and their skirt pants. Which is something I never would've ordered myself but I'm super happy with!
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