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[reikunrei]

Who's Mummy, Anyway?

It's more Doctor Who inspiration time!! I wanted to explore another set of episodes, this time from season 1:

Episode 9: The Empty Child and Episode 10: The Doctor Dances

These episodes revolve around strange happenings during the London Blitz on January 20th, 1941. The Doctor and his companion, Rose, follow an object through spacetime, where it crashes on Earth. Meanwhile, a young boy is wandering looking for his mother, though he's been changed by this fallen object and its yet-unknown properties. And he's infecting others, making them "like him." Ultimately, the solution to their predicament revolves around figuring out the true identity of this boy's mother, finally bringing an end to his search.

Prior to watching these episodes again, all I remembered was that there was a hivemind-type element involved, among some other details. What I didn't remember, however, was the everything else surrounding this boy.

In the following scene, the Doctor is reacting to the phone ringing in the front panel of his Tardis (which takes the shape of a police call box). However, it's not a real phone, it's just part of the Tardis's disguise, and therefore shouldn't actually work. Just when he's about to answer it, a young woman shows up and tells him not to. However, he doesn't heed her warning and when she disappears, he answers it anyway.

They don't give it subtitles in the DW episode, but before the child actually starts speaking, there's a muffled, garbled sort of static-like breathing, very similar to Will on the phone with Joyce.

He follows this girl to a house, where she and a group of homeless kids she watches after are eating from a meal left on the table. At the present moment, there's an air raid occurring, and this girl takes advantage of that to feed the kids when the homeowners are stuck in their bomb shelters. And when the Doctor calls her out on it (though he admits he thinks it's brilliant) he says:

Which... just... well, I wasn't expecting a TFS reference like that. But anyway, jokes aside...

The Doctor asks these kids why they haven't been evacuated yet, as they should be in the countryside by now. However, several of them admit that they had been evacuated, but they came back for one reason or another. For at least two of them, it was because they had to deal with "a man" at whatever home they were evacuated to, and they decided that being out here, taken care of by this young woman, was a far better bargain.

This stuff never comes up again, but boy, a group of kids who have to deal with an unsavory man? Okay, throwaway-line Martin Brenner!

This is where the Doctor also learns that this girl's name is Nancy... word.

He asks her again how his phone could have been ringing, since she seemed to know why, but she won't reveal anymore information to him. Instead, he cracks a very Brenner-vibes joke when asking if any of them have seen Rose, who he got separated from at the start of the episode:

We all know that Brenner needed one specific blonde boy in order for his "research" to work...

Nancy's about to kick the Doctor out so the rest of them can finish their meal in peace when the boy searching for his mummy shows up outside the window. The boy is young - 5-6 years old - and wearing a gas mask. Nancy gets all the other kids to escape out the back of the house while the boy waits at the front door for "mummy" to let him inside. Nancy gives the Doctor a little more cryptic information and the phone in the foyer starts ringing, but when Nancy doesn't let the Doctor answer it, the boy's voice then comes through a nearby radio, and even through a motorized toy, which I think speaks for itself in terms of similarities to voices coming through radios/speakers and them otherwise acting on the fritz in ST...

"It's not exactly a child" had my ears perking up too irt @aemiron-main's posts about doppelgangers.

Nancy flees out the back, leaving only the Doctor with this boy on the other side of the bolted front door. The boy reaches through the mail slot, where we then see he has a scar on the back of his right hand.

Photos taken from this post by @henrysglock.

Now obviously the scars don't look the same. The one on this boy is just superficial (unlike Henry's, which seems to hold some form of importance we have yet to fully uncover), and they're not even on the same hand. However, it's still an important detail that's imperative to the Doctor's understanding of what's going on here, and comes up again later.

The Doctor tries speaking to the boy, but he simply continues asking for his mummy and begging to be let in because the bombs are scaring him. However, when the Doctor opens the front door, the boy vanishes.

With the "threat" gone, the Doctor chases after Nancy, finding her in an old railroad yard. She's still his best bet for finding out what's going on, so he asks her again about the boy. He's deduced that this boy has something to do with the object he and Rose had been chasing.

I didn't mention it earlier, but when they're chasing this object through spacetime, they struggle to keep up with it because it's "jumping time-tracks," so when they land on Earth, it's only a general estimate, both in location and time. They're roughly a month out from when it landed, and thus have to ask around to figure out where it is... we only had a month of peace in that house... anyway...

Also... a bomb that wasn't a bomb vs the huge amounts of energy needed to open a gate to the UD, El being called a "fancy bomb"...

Nancy takes him to where the object crashed and instructs him to go to the nearby hospital to talk to "the Doctor" there. Before he leaves, however, he asks her who she "lost."

We all know what the "lost" reminded me of... even the "he's empty" from earlier as compared to Max's mind being empty/just being the void or the "darkness," if we want to speculate on what that means.

So, we learn that the boy who's been following Nancy around is her little brother, Jamie, who was killed during an air raid around the time that this object crashed to Earth.

The Doctor goes to the hospital to see... the Doctor... who we learn is actually named Dr. Constantine (though I do have to really point at the weird emphasis they had on her simply calling him "the Doctor," which even confuses the actual Doctor, because Dr. Constantine is just a human, not a Time Lord, so what gives with the weird false curveball? Anyway, just something that really stuck out to me, especially irt all the weird name and identity stuff in ST). There, the Doctor sees that every bed is filled with patients who are all wearing gas masks, just like Jamie. The Doctor uses his sonic screwdriver to gather readings on all of the patients while Dr. Constantine warns him, "don't touch the flesh." (Which, this feels a little reachy, but it reminded me of an early interview for TFS where Bob's actor uses the phrase "in the flesh," which James talked about in this post). The Doctor learns that every patient has the exact same injuries:

Massive head trauma, mostly to the left side (okay Vecna), partial collapse of the chest cavity, mostly to the right, scarring on the back of the hand, and the gas masks are fused to the flesh despite a lack of burns.

We also see here that Dr. Constantine, who appears weak and is experiencing fits of coughing, is developing that same scar on the back of his own hand. Dr. Constantine explains how the first victim, Jamie, was brought in with "truly dreadful" injuries. By the following morning, all doctors and nurses who had treated him had the same injuries, and within the week, it had overrun the entire hospital.

When the Doctor asks what the cause of death was, Dr. Constantine says, "There wasn't one. They're not dead."

There is absolutely no sign of life in any of the victims, and yet they're "alive." They don't get out of their beds, they only respond to sudden noises that startle them (notably, they all respond in a group, like a hivemind. If one reacts to something, they all do), and Dr. Constantine even calls them "harmless."

The fact that they're dead-but-not-really obviously feels akin to the whole "Henry's dead but not really" deal going on in Stranger Things, both in the sense that his death in the outside world was faked so he could go to the lab unnoticed, but also reminded me of TFS and his ability to fend off the Shadow when Will had nearly fully succumbed to it in less than a week. Dr. Constantine even says that "[the patients] just don't die," which is very much like Vecna and his regenerative abilities/getting up and walking away after being flambée'd, as well as Brenner's seeming inability to stay dead.

While the Doctor continues talking to Dr. Constantine, Dr. Constantine proceeds to have a choking fit and his face morphs into a gas mask, his "infection" fully taking over.

At this point, Rose shows up at the hospital, having finally caught up to the Doctor with a new friend in tow: Jack Harkness.

I need to get into Jack Harkness in another post sometime once I do some more reading up on him again because he has a lot of interesting stuff that ties in with the Creels/I wouldn't be surprised if, in some way, shape, or form, he was some influence for Henward, but for now, we'll just stick to what's presented in these episodes.

When Rose initially got separated from the Doctor, it was because she saw Jamie on a rooftop and, concerned for this little boy out alone in wartime London, she went to meet him. However, she accidentally got swept off by a barrage balloon, having undone the rope tethering it in place as a way to climb the side of a building to reach Jamie. Jack spots her, and though he's presenting himself as a volunteer for the British army, he's actually from the 51st century. Using his spaceship, he rescues Rose when she nearly falls from her barrage balloon, catching her in a tractor beam and bringing her aboard.

We have a fun Victor Creel and Henry moment all wrapped up into one when Rose, a bit smitten by Jack, says hello twice.

Screenshot from this post made by Em regarding the weirdness about Victor and the Creel murders aftermath. Also thank you to Em for the screencaps of TFS!

As Rose and Jack flirt talk, he reveals that he believes Rose to be a Time Agent, since she's carrying a cell phone, has on a liquid crystal watch, and is wearing fabrics that won't be around for 20 years.

Even the stop acting now... a silly terrible play... anyway... Rose even keeps up the act of being a "Time Agent" and neither she nor the Doctor ever tell him they're not, he just figures it out.

When we meet Jack, we're also introduced to the concept of Nanogenes. Jack uses them to heal the rope burns on Rose's hand from when she fell off her barrage balloon. And I don't think I have to explain too much what this reminds me of, at least visually...

Another fun little detail I'll just shove in here is that Jack has parked his spaceship right beside Big Ben, that way it's easy to remember where he parked. The time on the clock reads 9:30 ("lessons start promptly at 10:00!") and Jack says they have just about 2 hours to close their deal before all bets are off (read: the bomb destroys it), which would be at almost midnight... and we sure love our midnight in ST, don't we? Not to mention that Jack is a captain... anyway...

We also learn that Jack was the reason this strange object crashed on Earth. He explains to them that he was trying to con them, deliberately sending a piece of space junk (it's an ambulance, of sorts, which Jack made sure was empty) through spacetime and would present it to them as something extremely valuable, but by the time the money would be exchanged, a German bomb was due to land exactly where the object had landed, thus destroying it before the Time Agents would be able to see what they paid for.

With that truth sorted out, the Doctor focuses back on the patients in the hospital, noting that it appears that their DNA is being rewritten.

I promise those Billy screenshots are gonna pay off later too...

It also made me think about the way Henry's blood changed after he was infected with the Shadow and the blood transfusions that happen in TFS, giving Henry's blood to the other lab kids to... do whatever it is that they haven't confirmed just quite yet, but likely has something to do with making them resilient to the Shadow or to Dimension X. James has spoken about that more in depth here, which I think is an interesting read.

Meanwhile, Nancy is back at the house they'd been eating at prior, packing up the rest of the food that was left. While there, Jamie speaks to her over the radio and then comes into the house. When she tries to flee out the door, he points at it and it slams shut in front of her and locks her inside with him.

At this same moment, all of the patients in the hospital get up out of their beds and begin asking for "mummy" while stalking toward the Doctor, Rose, and Jack, cornering them. Again, we're seeing this "hivemind" in action, the rest of them following what Jamie, the first victim, is doing.

Yes, the Doctor stops them by telling them to go to their room, which Jamie reacts to as well, thus saving Nancy. Yes, he's pleasantly surprised that it worked, too.

Also, just a fun little moment that I want to touch on that occurs here, when Nancy goes to leave the house, she runs into a little boy wearing a gas mask. She startles, thinking that it's Jamie again, but the boy removes his mask and it turns out to be the son of the family who lives in the house she was stealing from. Gotta love more fun times with lots of blonde-haired blue-eyed children getting mistaken for each other! We love confusing identities in this house!

Meanwhile, the Doctor, Rose, and Jack are going to the top floor of the hospital, which Dr. Constantine told the Doctor he should go to find more information before he succumbed to his "infection." There, they find a room with a busted out glass window and a tape recording setup.

*extremely loud cartoon blinking noises* are we seeing this shit??

I was especially raising my eyebrows about the "angry" bit, what with Brenner's whole deal in TFS getting Henry to become angry in order to trip him into using his powers. Not to mention the countless drawings, which are giving ST2 Will with his drawings of the tunnels, but then the absurd strength this child seemingly presented despite being, well, a child, vs Jim's jab at Henry in TFS about not having the "upper body strength" to cause the harm toward the local pets. They might not normally be physically capable, but they were infected with something that made them strong enough.

The Doctor starts playing the tapes in the room, and they hear recordings of Dr. Constantine talking to Jamie, trying to ask him questions, trying to discern if he's "present" or not, and only getting back, "Are you my mummy?" and "I want my mummy!" and other such iterations. Jamie at that point had been totally lost to whatever had infected him.

The Doctor starts thinking, saying that he can "feel/sense it" coming out of the walls of the room. He doesn't elaborate on what, it's just a feeling he picks up that neither Jack or Rose can sense (he blames this on them being inferior as humans lol).

Okay, so, fucking... again, raising my eyebrows about it being afraid, much like how the Shadow on TFS feeds off of fear and that's what makes it stronger. Not to mention the "power of a god" vs all of Vecna's God coding. Very happy these episodes gave me a reason to look again at one of my favorite James posts ever about this very topic. Which, like, sure, the Shadow/Mind Flayer and Vecna aren't one and the same, but, y'know, I'm connecting dots and having fun leave me alone.

Anyway, since the Doctor sent it to its room... and this is its room... well, yeah, Jamie shows up, and so using a fancy blaster that Jack has, they bust a hole in the wall to get out and then patch it back up, trapping Jamie in the room. However, he starts busting down the wall, ST1 Demogorgon-style, in order to get to them. The other patients begin coming for them as well, since Jamie's after them.

Meanwhile, Nancy is talking to some of the homeless kids, telling them that Jamie doesn't come after all of them, he only comes after her, so if they want to be safe, they can't be around her.

In that same scene, one of the kids is writing on a typewriter, which continues typing even after he gets off of it. When this is pointed out, and when they read what was written, it's just "Are you my mummy?" over and over again. Nancy tells them again that as long as they stay with her, Jamie will always be coming for them, and she leaves, intent on breaking into the crash site on her own to figure out what happened to Jamie.

Now, the Doctor, Rose, and Jack are stuck inside the hospital, trapped in a room with only one exit with dozens of infected patients on the other side intent on getting to them. Jack is able to teleport out to his ship and finds a way to speak to the Doctor and Rose via an "Om-Com," which means he can call anything with a speaker grill, which the Doctor realizes is what Jamie is doing as well. And, speak of the devil, Jamie pops up talking through the same radio that Jack is.

Jack manages to block out Jamie by playing "Moonlight Serenade" through the radio instead. Using music to protect them from the weird omnipresent dead-not-dead child? Okay! I guess! I'm going crazy.

Jack manages to then teleport Rose and the Doctor onto his ship after doing some meddling with his hardware, and now back together again, they ask him more about his conman status.

What if I just started eating glass and barbed wire for fun, huh? It really had to be two years, didn't it? Just like the discrepancies between Henry and Edward? Okay, yeah, sure, whatever, I guess !! For more information about that, check out this post by Em, there's a whole section detailing the year discrepancies shown to us in the ST newspapers that present this 2 year time difference (and take a gander at everything else he has there, it's well worth the read).

Meanwhile, Nancy has attempted to break into the crash site, but was detained by the guards who are protecting it. She gets handcuffed to a table beside a soldier who's clearly been infected, but nobody listens when she pleads to be kept away from him. She begins talking to him, saying she understands what's happening to him.

The Doctor, Rose, and Jack arrive at the crash site, where they learn that now the contaminant is airborne, and soon absolutely no one will be safe and the whole world will become infected, wiping out the human race. As the Doctor is explaining this, he interrupts himself by asking if anyone else can hear singing, and we then hear Nancy singing "Rock-a-bye Baby," which has put the infected soldier to sleep beside her. Love some more "music saves" (though this is merely because the lullaby put "Jamie" to sleep). The Doctor rescues her, and they all flee outside to examine the crashed object.

Here, the Doctor explains that this object actually wasn't empty like Jack said it was. Instead, it was filled with the same Nanogenes that were in Jack's spaceship that healed Rose, only because this is an ambulance, there were far more than they could imagine - specifically, enough to "rebuild a species." When the ship crashed, they all escaped. The first "living" thing they came across was a dead child - Jamie. Having never seen a human being before, these Nanogenes took Jamie as the blueprint for humankind. With him as the blueprint, every other human seems "wrong" to the Nanogenes.

While they're trying to sort out their next moves, the infected begin approaching the crash site due to an alarm on the ambulance being activated when they tried to open it. The Doctor explains that, because this is a battlefield ambulance, not only are the Nanogenes programmed to help heal wounds, but they're designed to make every living thing into a perfect soldier.

Also realizing I haven't mentioned this yet, but Chula is just an alien race or something. This ambulance is a Chula ship, as is the spaceship that Jack has in the episode.

Anyway, I told you that ST3 Billy screenshot would pay off. Now, they're sort of trapped here. They don't really know what to do, because this little boy is going to tear the world apart in order to find his mummy. Nancy pipes up then, saying that it's her fault this is happening.

Holy Mothergate. Do you ever just scream and cry and throw up? This was one of the other details I remembered about the episode, and it automatically had me thinking of the Alice/Virginia sister/mother swap that Em has talked about in posts like this one.

Nancy approaches Jamie, telling him that yes, she is his mummy, but he doesn't understand because "there's not enough of him left." However, Nancy apologizes to Jamie, saying she is and always will be his mummy, and hugs him. This causes the Nanogenes around them to activate, and while Rose thinks they're going to "change" Nancy, the Doctor stops her from interfering and instead begs the Nanogenes to figure it out. They should be able to read that Nancy and Jamie are related, and that her as the mother should be more than enough for them to get it right.

There is just so much happening here. Henry being the "parent" to the other lab kids, whether by actual blood relation or simply because his blood was used in transfusions to give the kids his same mutated blood, and that being a "superior" DNA type, which is also a word One uses during his monologue toward El.

And the constant use of the word "change" throughout the episode (this isn't the only instance it's used) as compared to Brenner Sr. and Henry said to have "changed" after their run-ins with Dimension X in TFS.

"Mother knows best" isn't something that comes up verbatim in TFS, but the actress who plays Virginia made a post on instagram with "a mother always knows" in the caption. Plus, matched with Virginia's whole thing about seemingly "knowing" what was going on with Henward, as per One's monologue in ST4, and being in cahoots with Brenner about getting him back into the lab in TFS... well, at least in these Doctor Who episodes, it's "mother knows best," but for good.

Anyway, the second episode wraps up with the Doctor sending out the Nanogenes to "fix" all of the people they infected the first time, thus bringing all of these "dead" people back to life. Again, they take the form of these light particles much like the light particles in the UD, which we still don't know the origins or purpose of, other than a means of communication across universes/timelines! Shrimpy!

One thing I really noticed, which is something that also came up in the last DW/ST comparison post I made, is this emphasis on identity. I just find it super interesting that in these episodes, which have lots of other parallels (especially stuff regarding the Shadow/MF), there's this emphasis on knowing who someone really is. In ST, this is something that's becoming more and more important, all the way from ST1 with stuff such as Will's body being a fake, up until ST4 with the uncertainty in the true identity of Vecna and One, and even Brenner.

Basically, I just think that all of these other parallels to the Shadow and the language used around it lend credence to the idea that this idea of mistaken identity and not knowing the full truth until the very end is something that is obviously going to come into play in a very overt way in ST5. Also time travel and alternate universes definitely exist in ST simply because of these connections to DW, and this isn't even getting into any DW episodes that are about alternate universes and changing timelines! Which I will hopefully be discussing sooner than later :]

#st dw #stranger things #i say things #im So tired but i DID IT.... it's DONE

[ifiwere-idbe]

easy one-shot of yaz/dan besties and a little post-thasmin comfort. came from the thought about yaz being dan's best man

Yaz lingered in the doorway, head tilting further to the right as she watched the two men fumble about, paying no mind to her arrival. All their attention had been tethered by the confounding bit of silk, taking the pathetic shape of a sagging pretzel, around Dan's neck.

"I thought ya said you were good at this," he huffed, glaring down as his dad flicked one end of the bowtie up into Dan's face.

"Ya said you were wearing a tie! I can do a damned good Windsor knot," his dad grumbled, "But I've never worn a bowtie in me life. I dunno what to do with this!"

“Yer making it worse!”

As his dad's thumb became lodged in an increasingly layered knot, despite her best efforts, Yaz couldn't suppress a snort.

Dan lifted his brow, color rising in his cheeks as his eyes darted to the side - caught and flustered. He eyed her through the gray mop that had dropped loose from careful combing and hairspray. That was fine. He’d looked like a minted schoolboy last time she checked in.

He looked like her mate now. Her hopeless Scouse.

"G'wed'n laugh," he quipped, squaring his shoulders to jostle off his embarrassment, "Like you could do better, there, Sheffield."

"I really could," she grinned.

"Go on, then," he gestured her over with his chin, cockiness clouding a small glimmer of hope that someone could actually remedy the situation.

Untangling Neville, Yaz straightened each end of the tie, studying the silk and willing herself back to one of the many images she ached to remember joyfully… without the pang that typically toddled along.

“Stop looking down,” she huffed, “I can’t tie it with big chin it the way.”

“My chin’s not big!” he protested.

But she wasn’t listening.

It existed, quiet and misty, in the back of Yaz's mind - an easy moment that followed everything between the Kasavaan, Daniel Barton, and The Master. Four mates hanging out in the TARDIS' wardrobe because Graham gave his grandson a hard time for not knowing how to tie a bowtie when they were going to Barton’s party. He stood behind Ryan in the mirror, showing him how. If he couldn’t teach him how to ride a bike, he could at least teach him this. 

And because the Doctor thought it was a useful skill for everyone, man, woman, or alien, she sat Yaz down and did the same.

The previous days were wrecking... disorienting to say the least. The Doctor had tried explaining just exactly where Yaz had gone, assured her that she would’ve walked through a thousand Kasavaan to find her, but Yaz recognized the speed of the Doctor’s assurances. Her confidence was only available in hindsight. 

Yaz was happy to sit and watch the Doctor do something so mundane, rapidfire promises quickly conceding to the steady rhythm of two heartbeats by her ear as the Doctor leaned over and checked her handiwork.

She was chuffed with herself.  

Bighead.

Yaz tied Dan’s bowtie with ease as his dad ran off for his third “one last trip to the little lad’s room.” It came out slightly cock-eyed, but she didn’t fuss with it. It matched Dan’s boyish grin, and she figured Di would find that charming.

“You okay, Yaz?” Dan asked gently as she dropped her hands away and studied the slanted silk folds.

She took a breath, long and cascading as she reluctantly lifted her eyes to his. 

Blue and patient.

Dan hadn’t given her that look in months - the subtle sympathy she told him she didn’t want or need. There was no need for nudges to the shoulder or brotherly encouragement. This wasn’t 1904. Life had carried on as it was meant to.

“C’mon, Scouse,” Yaz shook her head, willing a smile as she tugged Dan’s blazer straight and brushed off his lapels, “You’ve kept this poor woman waiting long enough.”

She watched as he grappled with the bricks she’d quickly laid, dropping his gaze before reluctantly cocking the corner of his mouth. Decades of sarcasm and quips, sheepish flattery and pure kindness had elongated his dimples into bookends to an incredibly endearing expression.

“Before she changes her mind, then,” he shrugged, catching one last glance at himself in the mirror.

Yaz hopped over her wall and stared up at the groom examining his reflection with a deepening incredulous squint. It was the game of fetch they played, masters, now, of pulling each other back to the present.

“She won’t,” she whispered, giving him a nudge, “No one leaves my best mate at the altar!”

“What?” Dan scoffed, eyes breaking from the mirror with a glint, “Did you just admit I’m your best friend?”

Shaking her head with a quiet smirk, Yaz turned on her heel and sauntered into the hall.

“Always so soppy,” she muttered.

“I heard that!” 

#yasmin khan #yaz khan #doctor who #thirteenth doctor #mandip gill #thasmin #13th doctor #dan lewis

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

thinking about clara telling 12 he made courtney feel not special and 12 at the end of the lie of the land telling bill “because in amongst seven billion, theres someone like you” and bill looking like

and 11 telling rita in the god complex "offer a child a suitcase full of sweets and they’ll take it. offer someone all of time and space and they’ll take that too. which is why you shouldnt” in that fucking self-flagellating but also proud way they do and rita says “i dont know what youre talking about but whatever it is, i have a feeling you just did it again” because they did

they know they know they know what they do and clara didnt have to tell them theyve been doing this long enough they know. and they dont like it but theyre not gonna stop doing it either which must be Great for the self-worth feelings. they have a job to do and they cant stop doing it but they also cant do it alone but also anyone they take with them will most likely get hurt or die

this is nothing new but it’s just. im thinking about the way they do it. the way they absolutely know the effect they have on people. “you make people want to impress you. you make it so they dont want to let you down”

how casually 12 throws out that line, so genuine, i 100% believe it feels true when they say stuff like that, but also bill just had a Bad 6 months. he didnt have to say this. bill asked why he puts up with humans he could say something nice about humanity as a whole, but he doesnt, he singles her out, “i put up with the rest of them because sometimes theres someone like you”. it’s sweet and i dont think it’s a lie and i dont even think it’s a conscious manipulation but like

it’s just like, a really good way to keep people with you when you make them feel like theyre at the centre of the universe like that. the universe revolves around the doctor and when youre in the eye of the storm with them youre so special. you know more than regular people, you get to know all the secrets of the universe, you get to know about aliens, you get to play hero along with them!

ROSE: I can't tell her. I can't even begin. She's never going to forgive me. And I missed a year. Was it good? DOCTOR: Middling. ROSE: You're so useless. DOCTOR: Well, if it's this much trouble, are you going to stay here now? ROSE: I don't know. I can't do that to her again, though. DOCTOR: Well, she's not coming with us. ROSE: No chance. DOCTOR: I don't do families. [...] ROSE: My mum was right. That is one hell of an age gap. Every conversation with you just goes mental. There's no one else I can talk to. I've seen all that stuff up there, the size of it, and I can't say a word. Aliens and spaceships and things, and I'm the only person on planet Earth who knows they exist.

being the object of the doctor’s affection is i think probably a bit of a horrifying experience and not a position you really want to be in, but as long as youre still in that Comments About How Theyre Putting Up With All Of Humanity Because They Like You stage and havent yet reached the Tearing The Sky Apart For You stage, it probably feels really good (do i look susceptible to companion syndrome in this post hkfjghj)

and like i said it’s not that they dont actually love their companions. of course they do. it’s just that if youre terrified of being abandoned, making people feel special like this is a good way to make them not leave you

and i think 13 probably did her best not to do this again. she didnt invite them along to new adventures at the end of 11x1. she initiates goodbyes i think three times (”ive stayed too long, i should get back to finding my tardis”, “im almost gonna miss you”, “guess we’re done, nice having you aboard”) before the fam ask to come with her

and sure she plays the kicked puppy a bit in 11x4 but she waits for yaz to invite her, shes relatively passive, actually for the doctor shes incredibly passive. and she enjoys letting them into the tardis in 11x2, but she doesnt tease really secrets and wonders if they come travel with her. she doesnt really introduce them to the tardis, she doesnt say what the name means, she doesnt let them touch anything, nobody says “it’s bigger on the inside”, she doesnt invite them to all of time and space. she doesnt suggest it could be theirs to see. i dont think she ever does. just what the fam got to see accidentally was already enough to convince them.

i really need to rewatch so i might be wrong about this, but i dont think she ever makes them feel special the same way the doctor did with companions before. she makes them feel special like a tour guide maybe, with her little points and stars system, and calling them best friends, small mundane ways that dont show off her age or history or influence. i dont think she ever suggests theyre more important than other people. i think she emphasises her love for humans as a whole. i think thats the impression they get from her. i think thats what they would say if you asked them about her. “yeah she loves humanity. me? yeah she probably likes me, we’re friends”

she never puts them in a position where theyre the only one who can save the day/world/planet/universe. she always puts herself between them and the problem. she always goes ‘no im the doctor, thats my job’. she takes that responsibility so they dont have to. they take it! when they feel like theyre forced to! when the doctor’s gone in 12x2 or 12x10, they take that responsibility for sure. i think they want to, not just yaz but especially yaz. but they feel unprepared. the doctor hasnt prepared them for this bc she doesnt want them in that position bc in that position they die.

and clearly this has not been ideal. this has not led to an ideal doctor-companion dynamic, we’ve seen how this has hurt 13 as well as especially i think yaz and ryan deeply. but the strategy has been succesful. she lost her last two companions bc she didnt get between them and the problem. with bill literally, with clara metaphorically. (going back even further this might also be the case for amy and donna and rose. she let them into positions she should have been in taking decisions she should have taken)

and however badly things have gone for 13, the strategies of Get Between Them And The Problem, and Be The Doctor Dont Let Them Do It, have WORKED. she GOT THEM HOME. if yaz doesnt die, and im willing to bet money she doesnt, she got them all home safe and sound

14′s relationship with their companions will probably be a response to what went wrong in this round and it will have its own pitfalls that 15 then gets to fix but theyre trying, theyre learning. one step forward two steps back i guess. a fun little tango with death

#im curious to see how 14's relationship with their compainons will look #and how they introduce themself #and how the companion ends up travelling with them

[deepspacedukat]

Begin Again - Part 8

Pon Farr has finally entered the chat! This chapter is basically just dirty, nasty smut. So uh...yeah. Enjoy! If you want to be added to or removed from my taglist, please let me know!

Part 1 here. Part 2 here. Part 3 here. Part 4 here. Part 5 here. Part 6 here. Part 7 here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Koss (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: This is dirty, nasty smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Vulcan sex, pon farr, biting, marking, hickeys, oral sex (male receiving), oral sex (female receiving), possessive language, dirty talk, unprotected sex, mild breeding kink, mating bond, creampie.

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For once, I arrived at the spring before Koss. That was odd. I’d never gotten there first. For a while, I wondered if he’d changed his mind...if his illness wasn’t actually the pon farr and had instead forced him to reconsider.

After a short wait, he rounded the corner, but something was wrong. He was sweating and breathing heavily. The fabric of his tunic - the same one he’d been wearing earlier - clung to his frame damp with patches of perspiration as he walked into the cavern. Alarm bells sounded in my head. Was it supposed to be this severe of a condition? Soval had mentioned that Vulcans could die from this if they didn’t receive assistance, but I hadn’t pictured the symptoms being this...visible.

Was this confirmation that my earlier suspicions about Koss’s illness were correct? ‘Burning’ was how Soval had described their pon farr. Was that why Koss had a fever? Or was I entirely wrong? What if he really did just need a doctor?

“Ashaya, my apologies...for my tardiness.” He sounded almost dazed as he called out to me. Stopping barely a few feet from the staircase leading back to his home, Koss quietly knelt and bowed his head.

Why was he so far away? Walking slowly toward him, I fiddled with the sash keeping my robe closed. If this was the mating drive that Soval had mentioned, I wasn’t losing my chance. Even if my friend was wrong and Koss didn’t see me as a potential mate, I had to at least try. I wouldn’t be able to stop wondering what might have been, otherwise.

And what could really happen? Koss wasn’t a fool. If this was the pon farr, and he wasn’t attracted to me, he surely wouldn’t be foolish enough to let himself die rather than make use of the person offering him assistance. Sure, my feelings would be bruised if that was the case, but I’d rather deal with a little emotional fallout than watch my friend die. Even if this wasn’t the pon farr, I would simply be embarrassing myself by trying to seduce a man who needed medical treatment.

I dropped to my knees directly in front of him and reached carefully out to cup Koss’s cheek. He looked startled by the contact for a moment before hesitantly nuzzling into my hand.

“It’s okay...It’s all going to be okay. I promise.” Despite my attempt to comfort him, he squeezed his eyes shut even harder.

“I wish you were correct.” His husky words made my heart clench. What did he mean by that? “Ashaya...I must tell you something that might be...unpleasant for you to hear.”

“You can always tell me anything, Koss, you know that.”

He nodded his head in a somewhat sharp, jerky motion.

“I...have not been able to determine the most delicate way to say this given the divide between our two cultures, so I am hopeful that this will make my meaning clear,” he began sounding breathy and nervous. I gave him an encouraging nod and moved a little closer to him on my knees. “In the time that I have known you, you have filled a void in my life. Your gentleness, compassion, intelligence, and exuberance have become welcome additions to my days.”

His hands trembled somewhat as if he wanted to reach for me, but he clenched them into fists and rested them atop his thighs.

“I realize that you likely desire a mate from your own species, but if I have a chance at all of being worthy of you, then I must tell you how much I...” He took a deep, steadying breath. “Forgive me, it is difficult for my people to speak of that which we seek to hide from view. I believed that what I first felt for you was merely an infatuation, but I was incorrect. I know now that what I feel for you is only felt when one finds the twin to their katra.”

Tears burned in the corners of my eyes as Koss bowed his head.

“I have been unable to remove you from my thoughts since you took up residence next door. Spoken language cannot adequately express my affection for you. I consider you k'hat'n'dlawa - half of my own heart...of my own soul,” Koss murmured before looking into my eyes with passion roaring in his irises. “I do not know if you will have me, but I humbly declare koon-ut so’lik - the desire to be your mate and husband.”

He’d barely finished speaking before I threw my arms around his neck. To his credit, he caught me easily, wrapping his large, sturdy arms around me after only a minor hesitation as I found myself unable to do more than sob the word ‘yes’ over and over against his shoulder. After so long wondering whether he could ever feel the same, tears were inevitable. He clung to me just as tightly as I did to him, as if I’d disappear the instant he let go.

Digging one hand into his hair and clutching at his tunic with the other, I trailed soft kisses up Koss’s neck to the corner of his jaw then made a detour toward his lips. Before I could reach them, though, I found myself flipped onto my back with his hand cushioning my head against the stone.

“So eager,” he growled as he grazed his teeth over my chin. As if it took all his effort, Koss paused and forced himself to pull back just a bit as he spoke. “I appreciate your enthusiasm and affection, but you must be certain of what you are choosing. I am Vulcan. As such, there are some biological concerns which you may not have considered.”

“Like your pon farr?” I asked, and Koss froze above me with wide eyes. “Soval knew how I felt...that I’d fallen in love with you, so he gave me a bit of forewarning.”

“And you still wish to be with me?” He was obviously amazed by my decision. “You still...love me?”

“Of course I do,” I crooned reaching up and pulling him into a tender kiss. Reciprocating the best he could given that he’d never kissed anyone before, Koss moaned against my lips. “That’s what this is, isn’t it? The beginning?”

He nodded his head as his breathing grew heavier against my lips.

“Yes. I Burn for you, ashaya. I wish to be part of you always. I...n-need...” Koss dropped his head into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply before nuzzling the top of my robe aside and leaving small nips on my shoulder. He drew the lower half of my body closer to his, grinding his hips between my legs. “Please...”

Holding him close, I bit my lip at the sensation of his erection between my legs, covered only by his pants. The thin fabric barrier needed to go. Releasing my grip on him, I untied my robe and let it slip off my sides. Koss moaned at the sight of my nude body.

“I am for you, Koss of Vulcan,” I promised as I reached up and cupped his cheeks tenderly in my palms. Shifting his weight onto his knees, Koss knelt between my legs, keeping my thighs spread around his hips as he covered my fingers with his own. His eyes roved the length of my body with such intense hunger that my mouth went dry. I felt like a feast on the verge of being devoured - prey about to be caught by a predator - and I welcomed my fate. Koss would be merciful in his consumption of me. He would be delicate even in his dizziest desperation. I trusted him with my life, and he’d earned that trust dozens of times over.

As his hands glided down my arms and explored my body in a way that he’d clearly wanted to do for some time, I arched encouragingly into his touch. Seemingly needing to be closer, he leaned down and mouthed gently at the corner of my jaw.

“My robe...I could smell you on it,” Koss rasped against my ear as his hand delved between my legs and found me soaked because of him.

“But I-I washe–”

“Your pheromones are potent, my mate,” he murmured as his teeth scraped lightly over the shell of my ear. A ragged whimper escaped me when he gave my clit a slow caress. “Were you this prepared for my lok when you dripped on my clothing?”

“Yes.” The word felt like fire as it burned its way out of my throat on the back of a desperate breath.

“What inspired your lust?” Closing my eyes and burying my face against his shoulder as my hips gave an involuntary roll, I voiced my guilt.

“This. The idea of you...wanting me...like this...” I admitted as my cheeks burned, and Koss rewarded my honesty by drawing firm, deliberate circles around my clit. His fingers were coated in my slick, making lewd squelching noises as they glided between my legs in rhythmic movements. “It was a dream. You touched me...made me yours...”

My neighbor - my normally calm, collected neighbor - growled and dipped his head to nibble at my neck.

“Is that what you want, k’diwa? Do you wish to be mine?” I nodded my head almost frantically at his question, but he wasn’t done yet. “Do you wish to take my lok? To allow me to please you and provide for you? And...”

He paused, swallowed heavily, and gave a low moan against the mark he’d been placing on me.

“And...?” At my prompting, Koss pulled back just far enough that I could see some slight anxiety in his expression.

“If I were to...if we...” his breathing sped up as his pupils dilated more completely than before. Koss braced one hand on the stone beside my head as the other lifted to cup my cheek, sending images from his mind to my own.

I saw him bury his length completely inside of me; him bowing his head and reverently kissing my abdomen; my body changing as a new life grew within me.

Oh. He wanted...?

Smiling up at him, I wrapped my arms around him, drawing him into a kiss that I hoped conveyed how receptive I was to the idea. Before I could do more than blink, Koss had straddled my waist and grasped my jaw firmly with both his large hands. 

With my lover above me, it started like a spark gliding down through his palms, my jaw, and straight into my mind, paralyzing me with a gasp. Electrical shocks coated in honey and affection flowed into me faster and faster, choking my thoughts until all I could feel was Koss above me, and in me, and surrounding me entirely.

All at once, everything receded into a quiet buzz at the back of my brain. Gasping, raspy breaths echoing through the caverns met my ears, sounding much too loud and forcing my eyes open again - when did I close them?

“Ashaya...” The word floated through my mind, but I still didn’t know what it meant. Or did I? “Beloved...Darling...A term of endearment. Insufficient. The love I feel for you is much stronger than words...”

Confusion lanced through me as my eyes met Koss’s. He was still hovering above me, but a small, adoring smile stretched his lips.

As if from the outside, I watched as my fingertips glided over his mouth, caressing the most beautiful smile I’d ever been graced with.

“I am gratified that my body pleases you, my mate.” That was Koss’s voice, but his lips remained stationary. Ah, this was a further demonstration of his telepathy, then.

“That’s an understatement. Although,” I began as I sat up and fiddled with his tunic, “I would like to see more of you.”

Pride and hunger practically radiated off of him as he gently swatted my hands away, stood, and deftly stripped himself of his tunic and pants. With the familiar expanse of his chest laid bare before me, I rose carefully to my knees in front of him, putting me level with his throbbing lok.

Koss had every reason to be proud of his body. I’d seen him flaccid and at half-mast before when we stripped down for our evening swims, but this was different. My mouth watered at the green-tinted length swaying in front of me between my lover’s legs.

He stood panting hungrily down at me, waiting for me to make the next move. His restraint was faltering - I could feel it through our bond.

I wanted to make it shatter. I could take whatever he gave me.

Carefully, I reached out to skim my hands up and down his muscular thighs. I heard his breath hitch in his throat when I laid kisses in the path that my hands had taken: from knee to hip on his right, then the same on his left. Precome leaked from his head, and as I looked up, I saw that his cheeks were covered in a beautiful, deep emerald blush.

Keeping eye contact with him, I caught the latest oozing drip of precome on my tongue, following it up his length to his head.

“You...ashaya...!” Blinking innocently up at him, I swallowed the liquid gathered on my tongue and leaned back barely an inch.

“Do you need me to stop?” Wordlessly, he shook his head and stroked my hair. In reward, I took his tip in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. His hips gave a minuscule thrust when I sucked him deeper in my mouth.

Encouraging Koss’s pleasure, I moaned around his length and started sucking him off in earnest. Relaxing my throat and using my hand on the rest, I took him as deeply as I could until both his hands were buried in my hair and animalistic grunts poured from his throat without further inhibition.

Gripping the back of my neck, Koss pulled my mouth off of his lok and urged me to my feet. He guided me quickly to the sleeping area in the corner of the cavern and spun me to face away from him.

Landing on my hands and knees amidst the pillows, Koss’s fingers spread my thighs as something warm and wet met my dripping center with a growl. Barely a moment passed before he pulled away.

“Forgive my haste, I nee–” He broke off with a loud, broken moan as something much larger prodded at my entrance, stretching me impossibly wide as his hands gripped my hips. “Yes...Yes, mine! You stretch to fit me so perfectly. Oh, to have any other besides you would be illogical...a denial of Sha-ka-ri when it is so freely offered...”

After a few slow, experimental thrusts, Koss pulled me back against his chest and held me steady with his arms around my waist and shoulders as he began to rut into me. All I could do was grip his arms as he mouthed at my neck and fucked urgently into my wet heat.

Our moans blended together as our bodies became one. Adding to the nearly blinding pleasure was the mental stimulation afforded by our telepathic link. Every dirty fantasy that we’d ever had about each other was now accessible, and Koss made it clear that we would accomplish every single one even as he sent me screaming into orgasm after orgasm. When he finally spilled inside me for the first time, I was folded nearly in half on my back with Koss above me, a savage growl of my name scratching its way out of his throat.

Releasing my legs, Koss dipped his head and caught me in a leisurely open-mouthed kiss that slowly devolved into him nipping at my lips and jaw, culminating in a hard bite over my collarbone that send me squealing as I gripped his hair.

The first of many marks claiming me as his that I would receive.

The days blurred together. Night and day seemed to become one, and at some point when I was asleep - the first night, I think, but I couldn’t be sure - Koss carried me upstairs into his home. I awoke with gentle sunlight tickling my nose and two large, warm arms holding me protectively against a very solid chest.

The only moments of calm came when we needed to eat, when I’Tol needed to be fed, and when we required sleep. Even those moments bled into one another as our thoughts merged and blended, desires uniting as passionately as our bodies did.

By what I guessed was the third day when I was drawn out of sleep by a pair of hungry lips savoring the softness between my legs, it occurred to me that Koss might just know my body as well as I did. His tongue sought to soothe my abused lower lips and draw more pleasure out of me. Both were objectives which he accomplished with expert precision - a fact that didn’t surprise me in the least. After all, my mate was nothing if not a quick and attentive study.

‘Mine.’ That word repeated over and over as he encouraged my pleasure with his mouth and skilled fingers. He was mine. After all this time, he was finally mine.

And I was his.

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Vulcan Words:

ashaya = love

k'hat'n'dlawa = a person who is half of one’s katra

koon-ut so’lik = marriage proposal

lok = cock

k’diwa = a shortened version of k’hat’n’dlawa

Sha-ka-ri = Heaven, source of all Creation

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#deepspacedukat fic #Koss x Reader #Koss of Vulcan #Koss the Vulcan Architect #pon farr

[ghostofafruit]

Thirteenrose Prompt: Shortly after 13's regeneration Rose proposes to her, they're already married- it's just a tradition at this point and Rose has been waiting to be the one to propose.

Yes!!! This is brilliant!

I wrote this pretty quick, and it's being cross posted on ao3. I hope you enjoy!

The Proposal

Rose and the Doctor had been married for some time now. In fact, they'd been married for the majority of the time they had travelled. The Doctor had first proposed on woman wept in the first body he had met Rose in. She's been over the moon, and it had been so romantic. Of course, then he'd gone and regenerated and he wasn't all that sure she still wanted him. She did of course, and it was proven when he proposed shortly after meeting Queen Victoria.

He'd taken them to watch a nebula be born, and as they stood in the doors of the Tardis, the ship protecting them, he'd gotten down on one knee again. Rose had been shocked, and told him it was daft to propose again. Either way, she said yes, and took the new ring. She didn't let him slip it onto her finger, and instead had hung it from her chain with the Tardis key.

They planed the wedding without much input from Jackie, because really she'd make the whole affair as dramatic as possible. It had been a small thing, he'd picked up only a few of his old companions. Ace, Susan, and Sarah Jane. He was open with Susan about the fact he had crossed timelines for her to be at his wedding, and that she probably wouldn't be able to keep some of her memories of it, but she'd been happy to be there anyway.

Then he'd lost her. He'd not even got to finish his sentence. Then he'd got her back, only to lose her a second time. This time to his human metacrisis. The last thing he'd seen before he'd gone to drop Donna home had been the new him proposing, without a ring.

But, as it turned out, that wasn't the end of Rose Tyler and the Doctor and in the Tardis, as it should be. Oh no no no. Did he really think his wife wasn't the one woman who, if it really came down to it, could beat all the odds? She had, after all, held the heart of the Tardis in her for far longer than he had, and the only damage she had gotten from that was a headache and a slight lapse in memory.

Of course Rose Tyler had found her way back to him. He'd gotten lucky with it too. He'd only been without her for five years when she found him. He was traveling part time with the Ponds, and after a tense period they all got on like a house on fire. Was that actually a positive turn of phrase? He was certain he'd heard it used in a positive sense, read it too, but it didn't sound all that positive. Oh well.

It had taken him a while to bring it up, after all while he'd only been without her for five years she had had a full life with John Tyler, his metacrisis self. Would she still want him after that?

The answer, after another proposal on a beach, was a firm yes. And a light slap to the shoulder. That had been the moment Rose decided she most certainly wanted to propose the Doctor some day. They didn't have a full wedding again, but they did exchange vows in front of some friends. It had been nice, and a little sad, but mostly nice.

When he'd regenerated again, Rose had gotten so close to proposing first. He'd beat her to it though. Only by several hours, but still. She didn't end up proposing that night.

Now though, with the Doctor freshly regenerated, missing her ring, and having accidentally kidnapped three people from Sheffield, Earth, she was going to beat the Doctor to proposing. It was, she understood, a strange thing to be competitive with.

"Hello Rose, I'm home," the new new new new Doctor said as she finally entered. Rose had been in the phasing ship for several weeks, and the majority of that time she'd been stuck to just the galley, pool, and pool bathroom.

"You've brought home people," she said, pointing them out.

"Oh, yes. That was an accident," she said, grinning at her.

"It's bigger on the inside," one of them said.

"Is it? I hadn't noticed that," Rose said, and the Doctor snorted.

"Right then fam," the Doctor said turning to her newly acquired friends. It was then that Rose slipped down silently on to one knee. She raised her finger to her lip as she caught the eye of the old man the Doctor had brought home. "Introductions I suppose. This is my ship, the Tardis. She's bigger on the inside and can take us anywhere in time and space. Whole wide universe at the doorstep. And this beautiful woman," she went on, turning to Rose. "Is my wife," she finished quietly. Rose gave the Doctor her signature tongue in tooth grin, and flipped open the ring box.

"You've gotten to do this five times, I've not had the chance yet," she started.

"Rose," the Doctor tried. Rose gave her a playful glare.

"I have seven rings, five engagement rings, one of which John got for me after our small wedding, and two wedding bands, one you got me for our first wedding, and one John got me. I think it's about time I proposed, don't you?" Rose went on. "I knew I was screwed when you took my hand in the basement of Henricks, and I knew I loved you in that basement in Cardiff with Charels Dickens. I've married you three times, I'd love to do it again."

"Oh Rose, I was going to take us to the death of a star to propose!" the Doctor complained, and Rose burst out laughing.

"Is that a no Doctor?" she asked, teasingly.

"Absolutely not, Rose Tyler I would be honoured to be your husband, er wife," she said. "Again. Well, continue to be your wife. I'd be honoured to remarry you is what I'm saying." Rose grinned up at her and took her hand to slid on the engagement ring.

"We'll get new wedding bands too," Rose told her as she stood. As she got up, Rose pressed a kiss to the back of her new Doctor's hand.

"You don't mind that I'm a woman now do you?" the Doctor asked suddenly. Rose snorted.

"Sorry," she rushed to say, "but I did just propose to you Doctor. Weren't you introducing your new friends?"

"Right yes, this is the fam. That's Yaz, she's working on becoming a police officer back on Earth. That's Ryan, and that's his granddad, Graham," she said.

"Wonderful to meet you all. Where too then?" Rose said. Together her and the Doctor set them off into time and space.

#fanfic #doctor who #rose tyler #timepetals #fanfic writing #dw #dr who #thirteenrose #thirteenth doctor #the doctor #fluff #proposal #marriage proposal

[impossiblesongs]

and hanging on by the skin of our teeth (the master/reader) 4/6

Summary: The Master found himself unnervingly entertained by a human psychology student volunteering at UNIT. Embarrassingly, it endures through more than one of his faces. || ✍️✍️✍️fic masterlist  ||

Disclaimer: Not my characters. This is a disclaimer.

Title from “Daffodil” by Florence and the Machine

AN: This is my first ever reader fic and I’m not terribly sorry. It’s been ages since I’ve written anything and I’m indulging myself. It’s not my fault the Master is my babygirl, and it’s not your fault they’re the love of your life either. Enjoy! 😉

AN#2: post 10x12 / warning: character death (?)

iv. missing (gomez!master)    

“My name is Bill. I used to travel with the Doctor.”

“Whatever information you’re looking for, you’re not going to find it here.”

“No! No, I’m – that’s not why I’m here. The Master, they spent some time on the Doctor’s Tardis. They talked about you sometimes. I just thought you should know, she’s dead.”

“Th – you – ” The amount of information hurtling towards you felt immobilizing to process. The Master confiding in the Doctor, actually travelling with him, talking about you of all things? The Master… but of course, when did he regenerate? Into a woman? How long ago? And now he’s… they’re dead.

It sounded a complete falsehood, if not for how the ground has swooped out from under you, and how Bill looks you directly in the eye. Maintains her claim, her empathy, her compassion. You can read it in her body language.

“How?” You demanded to know; you had a right! The time lord was many, many things, and perhaps a large amount of the universe only knew the worst of them, and yes, they earned every bit of that ire, and maybe you were insane to think so, but they were your…

God, but tears were blurring your vision.

“She killed herself,” Bill said, as kindly as she could. “Well, she met her past regeneration, and he killed her. So, she’s dead.”

“He,” you wiped your tears and inhaled, “she talked about me?”

“Missy, yes she did.”

If the floor had been pulled out from under you, now you felt swallowed whole. “She called herself Missy?”

The last five years play through your head like a particularly cruel prank. Your boss, who eventually became your friend, your confidant. Who was unimaginably weird and zany and always bit too much, positively neurotic and not actually nice, but kind. To you, anyway. The only other person that you shared the truth with, of what actually transpired at UNIT. Who didn’t scoff at the idea of your time-travelling friend, who went on and believed you. Birthdays, late night working which always turned to late night dinners where she went on ranting about her boyfriend and his companion. Horrid conversations that dissolved into hysterics, never had you laughed so hard. Oh, the true fondness that grew.

You hadn't actually heard from her since she went to set up the institute in Britain, now that you think of it.

“She tried to do the right thing,” Bill Pott’s continues. “I figured, I’d like to know, if it was someone who mattered to me. I thought you should know. I’m so sorry.”

“I – I have to go, I’m sorry.” You shut the door in Bill’s face and immediately ran to your mobile.

The dial tone rang and rang, followed by that incessant 80s music by Tony Basil for her voicemail, and finally, “Missy, I need you to ring me back the second you get this. It’s… listen I know… I know. Okay? I know it’s you. Call me back.”

Time worked differently with the Master. You knew that. You hoped for it. They could still be alive somewhere. You held the mobile in your trembling hands and waited.

#the master x reader #gomez!master x reader #wyrwtd

[fallenrocket]

Got started on my International Asexuality Day post a bit too late. I'll post it today and go back and add pictures tomorrow (update: pictures and alt text added! Cue Todd Chavez-style "Hooray!") These are some of my favorite fictional aces, canonical and otherwise:

The Doctor (Doctor Who)

While we can’t ignore the factor that the Doctor is 1000+ years old and an alien, or the BBC’s old “no hanky-panky in the TARDIS” rule from the classic series, the Doctor is still one of my favorite aspec headcanons. I love that their romantic orientation and gray-to-ace-ness can vary a little with each regeneration, and I adore how much weight is given to the Doctor’s friendships.  The relationships between the Doctor and their companions are so always so strong, always take pride of place. In fact, if I ever have a platonic partner, I hope our relationship is a lot like the Doctor’s with Donna!

Varys (Game of Thrones)

Varys is notable for being one of the few canonical aces on this list that I didn’t have to seek out.  With most shows that confirm their asexual character’s identity onscreen, I’ve watched specifically because I heard it had an ace character, but with Varys, I was just watching an ordinary episode and he came out.  While it’s a brief scene, it’s a good one.  It handily addresses a few myths about aceness (if he’s not into men, he must be into women, “everybody is interested in something,” etc.) emphasizes that Varys being asexual predates his becoming a eunuch, and importantly, establishes that Varys 100% likes being the way he is.

Jughead Jones (Jughead)

I’m beyond thrilled that such an iconic, longstanding character has identified as asexual, and that it actually fits his 75+-year comic history.  More than that, I love that Jughead is a smart, funny hero who’s perfectly happy being ace—there’s only room in his heart for burgers, and that’s the way he likes it.  I also appreciate Jughead for being as flirting-illiterate as I am and, although I have issues with the arc overall, for giving me my first story about an ace trying to figure out how to turn down a date without hurting his friend’s feelings.

Todd Chavez (BoJack Horseman)

For other LGBTQ folks, stories about characters realizing their queerness, struggling to accept it within themselves, and slowly starting to come out are old-hat clichés, but for asexual characters, that narrative is still largely unexplored.  Todd is the first ace character I encountered who has a storyline figuring out his sexuality.  Even if other queer characters don’t need any more of these narratives, aces do—it was so affecting to watch someone on TV go through the same thing I did.

Voodoo Dunacci (Sirens)

Though she’s a relatively small character on the show, Voodo makes a big impact as an asexual character.  She’s unapologetically a romantic ace with no “hey, wait a minute!” moment as to how her romantic orientation reconciles with her asexuality.  Thanks to Brian’s curiosity/ignorance about aceness, we also get some real Ace 101 moments, like our triangle symbol, that pretty much never gets play in mainstream media.

Raphael Santiago (Shadowhunters)

When an asexual-coded character is in an ace/allo relationship, they and their partner can run into some issues when addressing the idea of intimacy: because they don’t have words to describe who they are, it’s difficult for them to talk about what they need.  Luckily, the show is overt about Raphael’s identity, and he has no problem explaining to Izzy that he’s not interested in sex (and that, like Varys, he’s always been that way—it had nothing to do with becoming a vampire.)  I like that he’s so comfortable in discussing it, and I love how his attraction to Izzy is so plainly romantic but not sexual; it’s beautiful to see.

Alice Johnson (Let’s Talk about Love)

Alice, my beloved! When I read Let’s Talk about Love, my overwhelming reaction was, “Can you have a crush on a book?”, and a lot of that is down to this utterly lovable character. I like that she falls head-over-heels for Takumi in such an asexual way, and I like that, as powerful as those feelings are, her close friendships are still just as important to her. Special shoutout to her being biromantic—most of the folks on this list are either aro or heteroromantic, and I love seeing more variation!

Krel Tarron (3Below)

Aroace-coded king (in waiting)! Krel is an alien, but that has no bearing on his orientation—both Aja and Varvatos have no issues with dating humans, while Krel couldn’t be less interested in the whole venture. I’ll love him forever for, “Ugh, dating! While you all mash faces together, I’m going to break the laws of physics!” Iconic.

Elijah (Big Mouth)

As an ace who was also raised in an evangelical Christian background under purity culture, I really appreciate Elijah as a character. He’s introduced on the show as a kid who’s super into church youth group, but over the course of season 6, we (along with him) slowly realize that he’s not “resisting the temptation” of sex, he’s just not interested in it. A couple episodes before the reveal, I started to suspect he was ace and was really happy to learn I was right! One moment that really hit me is when Elijah looks around the middle school where it seems like everyone is obsessed with sex and just sighs, “What am I even doing on the show?”

Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death)

Okay, so there’s actually nothing concrete I can say about Frenchie. There’s never a moment in the show where he brings up sex at all, where he’s confused by flirting, or where other members of the crew are wondering who, if anyone, he’s attracted to. But his vibes are just impeccably aroace. I can’t explain it, but if you know, you know.

Sarah “O” Owens (Sex Education)

Certainly not the most lovable character on this list, but a very interesting one. I like that O is kind of conniving and self-serving, and that she hurts others due to her own insecurities. And having an asexual sex therapist is a definite mood—the flashback of O’s “origin story” as a sex therapist is wonderfully done. Also, I appreciate that this is a show that’s introduced two different ace characters (Florence from season 2 being the other) who are in separate storylines in totally different contexts.

#fallenrocket #international asexuality day #asexual #ofmd frenchie #sex education o #big mouth elijah #krel tarron #let's talk about love alice #raphael santiago #sirens voodoo #todd chavez #jughead jones #lord varys #the doctor

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'Should David Tennant die? That is a far more controversial question this week than it was last week. Last Saturday, Doctor Who viewers, who have few certainties to rely on at the best of times, sat down with the unshakeable confidence that, one way or another, they were going to watch Tennant’s take on the Doctor meet a tragic end, again.

Yes, if forced to guess, we would have bet that his ending would be a bit more uplifting than he saw at the end of his last run (“The Doctor doesn’t want to die and thinks that the next version of him is an imposter” is apparently a legacy Davies only likes to leave for other showrunners to pick up). But none of us could have foreseen the regeneration splitting the Doctor in two, like a bacterium, or Captain Kirk when the transporter is having an off day.

“Bigeneration” is a plot choice that has drawn mixed reactions – especially as Russell T Davies has gone on to say that this process has affected all the Doctors, leaving Tom Baker lying on the floor underneath Jodrell Bank while Sylvester McCoy is banging on the inside of his drawer at the morgue. One must imagine Patrick Troughton’s Doctor has pretty mixed feelings about surviving the Time Lord’s enforced regeneration only to discover himself floating in the vacuum of space surrounded by a bunch of dead Cyber Time Lords.

This also leaves us with the frightening prospect of not one, but potentially four David Tennant Doctors wandering around the Whoniverse (The Tenth Doctor, the meta-crisis Doctor, the post-meta-crisis regeneration Tenth Doctor, and the Fourteenth Doctor, for those keeping score at home).

But aside from all the fun to be had watching Doctor Who canon completely explode, again, bigeneration is a game changer, and it doesn’t necessarily change the game for the better. A key part of the Doctor Who mythos is that the Doctor dies. It is important thematically to the show – as Peter Capaldi himself has pointed out.

As Capaldi puts it, “People always ask me what is it about the show that appeals so broadly. The answer I would like to give that I’m discouraged from giving because it’s not useful to the promotion of a brand is that it’s about death, and it has a very, very powerful death motif in it which is that the central character dies.”

Happily Ever After?

There’s no denying the truth of Capaldi’s argument – and Russell T Davies himself made sure to have lots and lots of character deaths in his Doctor Who from the start. But Doctor Who is also a kid’s show (yes it is), and while we all know children’s stories can go to surprisingly dark places, you have to come out the other side eventually. Kids want a happy ending, and that is a difficult ask for a story that has been running continuously across various media for 60 years and looks set to keep going for at least 60 more.

This was a big part of the Fourteenth Doctor’s arc, as the Fifteenth Doctor points out by reeling off all the adventures, tragedies, bereavements, and struggles the Doctor has been through since Ian and Barbara wandered into his TARDIS back in the first episode. Anyone who actually lived through all that would be an emotional wreck.

But whatever happens, the Doctor always resets to zero, the figurative “Mad man (person) in a box”, which means giving them any kind of lasting closure is a tough job. Yet, that is what bigeneration gives the Fourteenth Doctor. Weirdly, his ending is most reminiscent of the end of a The Fast and the Furious movie – a found family of characters sitting around an outdoor table for a celebratory meal, the one character whose actor has passed away ostensibly just off-screen.

The Fourteenth Doctor gets everything the Doctor might want – a chance for quiet, for rest, a family, a home, and a spare TARDIS waiting in the wings if he wants to pop out for a Big Finish box set (or future TV special) when nobody’s looking. It is the happiest ending the Doctor could hope for, and not for the first time.

The Many Endings of the Doctor

In many ways, the Fourteenth Doctor’s ending is a shinier version of the Tenth’s the last time the Doctor and Donna travelled together. In the epic two-part franchise-sized crossover story, “The Stolen Earth”/”Journey’s End,” the Doctor is forced to regenerate, but instead of changing his face the regeneration energy is transferred into the Doctor’s own dismembered hand (it’s a long story) and Donna herself, creating the DoctorDonna (leading to her mindwipe ending) and a new, one-hearted Tenth Doctor clone that his previous companion, Rose, could take back to her universe to grow old with.

The original script even had Davies give the Doctor clone a bit of TARDIS coral to grow his own TARDIS later down the line. But even here, the Doctor clone is all angry and warlike, while the original Doctor is left looking sad and wet and alone in his TARDIS when the credits roll.

Other writers have also taken on the job of trying to give the Doctor a happy ending.

Paul Cornell, the writer of classic NuWho episodes “Father’s Day” and the “Human Nature/Family of Blood” two-parter, also wrote a piece of fan fiction all the way back in 2009, “The Last Doctor” that attempted to give him an ending. Appropriately, it is a Christmas story, which sees a final incarnation of the Doctor warming a community of refugees with the heat of a dying TARDIS at the end of the universe. Either through parallel evolution or, frankly, because Moffat probably read it, the Matt Smith regeneration story “The Time of the Doctor” bears more than a passing similarity to it.

In “The Last Doctor”, the Doctor doesn’t get a happy ending as such. This Doctor’s best ending is to keep fighting against the dying of the universe until the last possible moment (as River Song says, nobody knows that everything must die better than the Doctor, but he’ll never accept it), and then to be present when the new universe is born. When your character’s defining trait is a need to fight injustice at any place or time in the universe, going down fighting might be the best happy ending they can hope for.

Steven Moffat has had a go as well. With his own anniversary special, he gifted the Doctor three happy endings. First, he gave the Doctor his home planet back. Secondly, he hid it in a pocket dimension so that the Doctor still had adventures to come and also didn’t need to deal with all those pain-in-the-arse Time Lords. But finally, he introduced the Curator, who closely resembled Tom Baker and suggested the Doctor might revisit some old faces in his future (You don’t say?!). This character was all but said to be a future incarnation of the Doctor, a Doctor who had retired from saving the universe to look after an art gallery. Fans are already suggesting this is the Fourteenth Doctor’s post-bigeneration fate.

But this is not even the first future Doctor that Steven Moffat has introduced! In the story that gave us the Doctor’s non-linear love interest River Song, “Silence in the Library/The Forest of the Dead”, the child whose brain runs the Library supercomputer is cared for by an AI called “Doctor Moon”, played by Colin Salmon.

Moffat envisioned the “last scene of Doctor Who” while creating that two-parter, deciding that the River we meet in those episodes is not only his wife but his widow. Moffat explained in Doctor Who Magazine (via Radio Times) that “Somewhere in the terrible future, on a battlefield, the 45th Doctor dies in her arms and makes her the same promise she once made him – it’s not over for you, you’ll see me again. So River buries her husband and off she goes to have lots of adventures with his younger selves and confuse the hell out of them.

“Until, of course, she ends up in the data core of the Library Planet, and realises she’ll never see him again. And then she starts to wonder why anyone would call a moon ‘Doctor.’ Ahhh…”

Later Moffat would write that even before the 45th Doctor and River Song ended up happily ever after in the Library computer, River Song and the Doctor had another happy ending. At the end of the Christmas special, “The Husbands of River Song”, Peter Capaldi’s Twelfth Doctor and River Song are given one last night together, before River must go and meet her “death” in “Silence in the Library” and complete their timey wimey bootstrap paradox.

But at the end of the episode, the Doctor reveals that on this planet one night lasts 24 years. For all the Fifteenth Doctor says about the Doctor never stopping, he stopped here for a while – as he did on the planet of Christmas in “The Time of the Doctor”, growing old and protecting children.

That is what all these endings have in common. The Doctor stops travelling. He stops, he settles down. The Ninth Doctor proudly proclaims, “I don’t do domestic”, but all of these “endings” imply a bit of domesticity is just what the Doctor is missing.

The End…Until It’s Not

While the Fifteenth Doctor can happily fly off into space because the Fourteenth Doctor “did the rehab”, and is next seen dancing in a nightclub in the upcoming “The Church on Ruby Road” Christmas special, we’ve got to ask, how long before this Doctor’s trauma meter is so filled up that they need to go and find another domestic happy ending somewhere?

Because the idea that the Doctor needs to “settle down” is, frankly, at odds with the entire nature of the character. The Russell T Davies version in particular is an escape from a certain preconceived notion of domesticity – frankly, straight domesticity. Rose, Donna, and Torchwood’s Gwen, they all start out trapped in dull lives with useless boyfriends, yearning for something more (Steven Moffat’s take on Who is, obviously, a good deal more sympathetic to useless boyfriends).

The Doctor is about freedom and adventure, and doing what’s right even when it’s dangerous or painful or socially awkward, and the happiest endings, the ones that leave you punching the air when the credits roll, are the ones where the TARDIS is already flying off to its next adventure as Ncuti Gatwa does at the end of “The Giggle”.

If one day Doctor Who does actually need an ending, an actual, proper, canon ending that brooks no return, the fact is they will have a hard time topping Sylvester McCoy’s speech at the end of “Survival”, the last story broadcast before the classic series of Who was unceremoniously cancelled:

“There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, and the sea’s asleep, and the rivers dream; people made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there’s danger, somewhere there’s injustice, and somewhere else the tea’s getting cold. Come on, Ace. We’ve got work to do!”'

#David Tennant #Ncuti Gatwa #Bi-generation #Doctor Who #60th Anniversary #Peter Capaldi #Sylvester McCoy #Ace #TARDIS #The Giggle #Tom Baker #Patrick Troughton #Meta-Crisis Doctor #The Stolen Earth #Journey's End #Catherine Tate #Donna Noble #River Song #Paul Cornell #Father's Day #Human Nature #The Family of Blood #Matt Smith #The Time of the Doctor #The Last Doctor #Silence in the Library #Forest of the Dead

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go bestie expose your feelings about the ending😔✌️

before i say anything, these are my OWN opinions! no one take them as me speaking for everyone. you can either respectfully discuss in the reblogs/replies or make your own post if you disagree that much, thank you!!

everything else is under the cut bc oh gosh this is actually pretty long lmao (dw, I have a TL;DR at the end)

let me start with the LOWS of the episode and work my way to a more positive light :)))

first off, we had no resolution to the fob watch/timeless child arc. I can still understand this bit because it's part of the mystery, but it feels like there's so much plot whose ends they still haven't tied together. did she just drop the fob watch containing ALL HER PAST MEMORIES inside the TARDIS and ignore it?? did the doctor really not tell yaz about the memories? did she do that offscreen? like- what? they set up so many plots and didn't even end up continuing them like they deserve

next is how they handled sapphic ships, specifically lesbian ships. I don't know much about the classic companions but from what i've seen, tegan and nyssa are supposed to be together and ace is lesbian-coded, but what we got was retconned tyssa and ace flirting with graham?? and I also disliked how they implied that tegan's life was so dull after being left by the doctor.

they also didnt resolve thasmin at all like?? they gave yaz SO MUCH character development and it looked like her relationship with 13 was gonna have a better resolution because of how they added more of it in EOTD and LOTSD but no?? what happened to "I want to tell you everything" and "if it was gonna be anyone it would've been you"? they just ended it with a nod and walking away silently? now here, I can understand that they both don't want to say goodbye (the doctor bc she hates goodbyes and yaz bc she's holding out hope that they may see each other again) BUT we deserve more than just that. (maybe this is bc I was imagining a killing eve s3 finale-esque goodbye wherein both yaz and the doctor stop in their tracks and turn around for a final goobye kiss, but that's on me lmao)

in addition to that, why is it that the first sapphic doctor is the only one who didn't get a kiss in her entire run, when she had so much chances to kiss yaz? and please don't say "we know it's confirmed to be romantic so we don't need the kiss" bc we have had enough shipping based on subtext and post-show confirmations. i agree that physical touch doesn't define a relationship but can't we have it this once? would it be so hard to give us this on their final day?

finally, imo they hardly gave enough time for jodie to say goodbye to her role properly. it would still have been ok if the episode was only filled to the brim with classic who nostalgia, but then they made her regenerate to 10. instead of giving her (the first female doctor) or ncuti (the first black doctor) the spotlight, they decide to bring back the most popular (and most used) doctor, david tennant. don't get me wrong i LOVE david as a person, but there's a difference between bringing someone back for a cameo and overusing them. with all honesty, I'm tired of him and ten 🤷.

and not only that, they took their most popular (white male cishet) doctor, aka the one that most if not all NMDs compare jodie to, and put him at the end as a cliffhanger? like he was the one they should have been waiting for? they must know that they're diverting people's attention away from appreciating jodie's ending and ncuti's beginning. I keep seeing stuff on twitter like "finally, the good doctor who! they're gonna restore doctor who back to its formal glory! this will prove that the female doctor was a mistake!" which is UTTER BULLSHIT

now here are the HIGHS of the episode because there were a lot of them too:

I LOVED how this episode gave closure to some of the classic companions, aka tegan and ace. I squealed when ace called the doctor "professor" and I'm glad they didn't shy away from showing that a previous companion was (rightfully) upset with the doctor. and all the callbacks! the nitro 9, ace's jacket, and her bat, too. don't even get me STARTED on the "support group for former companions" because that was amazing. IAN WAS THERE?!?!? and it gives such a good open end to them, not only for future projects but also for fanfiction lmao.

the plot of this episode was impressive and fun. its length contributed significantly because it defo wouldn't have worked if it wasn't as long. I really wasnt expecting it to make as much sense as it did because it was a great undertaking, but I'm glad it did. it showed the best parts of chibnall's take on doctor who (utilizing iconic classic who elements well and his own take on history).

THE CHARACTERS!!! gahdamn I loved how they gave the characters their own jobs that only they can handle, like kate and tegan with the cybermen (bc of their history with them), ace with the daleks (same reason, her history) and yaz saving the doctor (bg their PARALLELS here I wanna bawl).

I was also obsessed with the master in this episode!! Sacha played him as such an unhinged little pathetic brat man (affectionate) but he also proved that he was more than capable of delivering powerful scenes. compare the humour of the rasputin dance sequence vs the master so desperately wanting to be the doctor because he feels lonely. he's one of the consistently great things about this episode. i will be hearing RA RA RASPUTIN on repeat in my head for the foreseeable future (as well as thirteen's theme 😭😭😭).

Yaz taking charge!!! my little badass who's grown from being unsure about facing a potential threat in s11 to kicking (the master's) ass, saving ace, flying the tardis like it was nothing, and reversing a regeneration?!?! and not to mention Mandip's acting. she's proven that she has the range of badass action, deep emotion, hilarious comedy, and just raw heart. she's amazing, showstopping, phenomenal. and out of my favourite companions, yaz is the one I connect to the most, both with her struggles (in her mental health, in growing as a person, and in learning she's queer) and her strengths (hopefully her heart, her love for friends, her courage), so to see her grow at the same time as I have is so special to me.

finally, people may disagree with me on this, but I love thirteen's regeneration speech, due to the fact that she did not do it on her own, she didnt just talk to herself on that cliffside (that was just the last bit). most of her speech was to YAZ, her companion, her friend, the one who's supposed to be the viewer's stand-in. her entire message of "goodbyes only hurt because what came before was so special, and it's been so special. no body else got to be us, no body else got to live our days, no body. and my hearts are so full of love for all of you" was not just the doctor to yaz, but jodie and mandip to us. and idc if yall don't like her last words, "Tag, you're it" is SO THIRTEEN and is instantly iconic.

TL;DR I disliked: the abandoned fob watch plot, how they handled sapphic/lesbian characters, the way they hinted at thasmin but never properly resolved them, nostalgia overtaking Jodie's time to say goodbye, and yet another doctor played by david tennant, who I think is overused I LOVED: the closure this gave to tegan and ace, both of them and kate being given unique spotlight, the Former Companion Support Group™️, Sacha Dhawan as the Master, Mandip GIll as Yaz, seeing how much yaz has grown, Jodie Whittaker as The Doctor, aaand 13's regeneration speech (which was directed to yaz and to us, not just to herself)

#i hope i havent missed anything lmao #but yes these are my thought and my thoughts alone so chillax lol #and if you're wondering no i'm still not okay #my eyes hurt from crying so much i am NOT exaggerating #i just can't believe it's over i'm gonna miss them and this era so much #as a queer kid who is still in denial of her sexuality and is Mentally Ill i love thirteen and yaz So Much #and no one can take them away from me #tag talk #doctor who #potd #power of the doctor #jodie whittaker #thirteenth doctor #mandip gill #yasmin khan #yaz khan #thirteen x yaz #yaz x thirteen #thasmin #13th doctor #doctor who flux #chris chibnall #dw potd #tegan x nyssa

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Thirteen Era Rewatch: War of the Sontarans

I'm re-watching Thirteen's era in lead up to the Centenary and since this is likely going to be my last full re-watch for a while I thought I'd do a post on each ep where I just go over all the things I love, hate or just have some general thoughts on.

When S13 aired I made a posts similar to this after re-watching each ep before the next one came out. The War of the Sontarans post can be found HERE.

It’s fluid! The use of the word ‘fluid’ here is cool and feels important. Like it a lot

I love Dan having a moment of wait is this real and 13 being like kinda sarcastic in her response. I feel she has a no dumb questions policy. Like when ppl are shook at the TARDIS and says ‘it’s not possible’ she’s like obviously it is possible’

Part of me loves that Yaz has WWTDD on her hand but another part of me is like… it’s kinda cringe. And it’s also bold as fuck. Like surely the Doctor has seen that?? Idk. It’s a cool way to represent what Yaz is feeling/thinking but it’s also a bit ridiculous imo

I feel like Time being completely ran by a race(?) of women is a Choice

This reminds me of the Monk three parter

Made a teeet when the Queen died about how 13 wouldn’t give a fuck but idk maybe she’s a Queen hater after all

13’s vibe when talking to the Sontaran is 10/10. It’s fully like she’s having a great time messing with and intimidating him

I know ppl love to cry about in the last ep Yaz said former police officer but in this ep she said ‘formally known as..’ but I really don’t see the issue. It’s obviously bc Vinder just introduced himself with a long ass title and she wanted to be more on his level and show she also knew what she was doing. Her being like ‘lol yeah I’m not anymore tho’ wouldn’t exactly have done he any favours. Ppl blow this wayyyy out of proportion tbh. Literally just think about it for two seconds and it’s a non issue

I looove how sick of the General guy 13 is. Also ngl I love seeing the Doctor be treated lesser bc she’s a woman lmao

Also the whole first Sontaran confrontation is amazing. I think it had a good balance of seriousness and also Sontaran ridiculousness

I love this scene

I think I used to be like ‘lol he’s jealous that the Doctor chooses humans over him’ and I do still get that vibe a tiny bit but it also just feels like straight up he doesn’t get why 13 likes humans generally rather it being ‘why does she like humans over me specifically’ Either way this is a cool scene. Swarm (and Azure) feel like very powerful villains so far. I know some people don’t like they end up. I don’t remember how I felt about them, guess we’ll see soon lmao

Okay Danvanista

I also love the scene where 13 going back to her uni lecturer roots. You can tell she just loves to talk at people for lengths of time lmao

Oh her vibe is just absolute chef’s kiss

This is just cute idk I just like the way Dan responds.

Her face her makes me actually insane like ??? Another solid cliffhanger fr

Overall a solid ep, one of the best of the series probably. I think I just love that this ep is more focused on a more contained story whereas 13.01 was introducing us to a bunch of stuff. I also looove 13’s vibe in this ep. She always acts a nit different when she’s not around her companions. I also don’t really mind that Yaz and 13 and Dan spend so much time apart. I think it’s a shame a little bit but also the story we’re getting from is great so I can’t be too annoyed.

This feels kinda like one of those eps where I don’t have too many specific things to say bc I just enjoy basically all of it and would be listing off every scene being like ‘yeah this is 10/10’ and that would be long lmao

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #yasmin khan #dan lewis #dw meta #nataliechats

[sallysellsseashellssundays]

Disclaimer: This post is going to be Anti Moffat for anyone who’s reading and is a fan you’ve been warned.  

“The Doctor’s Wife” is the 4th episode, I had actually been spoiled already and I knew Idris was going to be the TARDIS somehow, but I didn’t know anything else besides that. This has to be my favorite episode from S6 so far, and I think one of my favorites from the show as a whole.

The Good: Holy crap. The actors for Uncle, Aunt and Idris were just wow, absolutely phenomenal! Uncle and Aunt mouthing at the same time reminded me of Midnight, it was so frightening to see. Idris looking at herself in the mirror was one of the funniest moments lol. Eleven getting angry, whew, I think Matt pulled this off really well and I’d sort of missed seeing the Doctor mad. Then him getting emotional as they were saying goodbye was the best acting Matt’s done. Eleven talking to Idris at the end was really beautiful and it actually made me tear up a bit. Us being able to see the TARDIS corridors was super cool and House messing with Amy and Rory was an interesting part of the storyline. Idris communicating with “the pretty one” lmao I had to pause to laugh! We actually got to see the old console room again, and I got a little emotional at that as well. Rory being a nurse, and looking after Idris was lovely, he’s probably the most underused character but always really funny and nice when we see him.

The Bad: The Doctor sending Amy and Rory away, and him spending the entire time with Idris was necessary for the story...but I feel like literally every episode now is him not being with his friends at all, like they don’t do the adventures together :( The Doctor calling the TARDIS sexy sounds super cringe, I’m sorry but I couldn’t handle it I think my body started physically revolting at hearing it lol. Rory is dying every episode, it’s at a point where it’s actually a little funny which sucks because a main character dying should be an emotional thing IMO.  House messing with Amy and Rory wouldn’t have been as easily done if they’d hold hands, do they just never hold hands??

The Worst: Amy says the Doctor told her about what he did to the Time Lords, and that would have been such a beautiful moment to see between them. It would have shown the Doctor opening up to a friend but instead it just feels like we’re always told how close he and Amy are but we don’t see any of it!! We could have had a moment like with Ten and Martha talking in Gridlock :( I really dislike that he kept mentioning Idris was a woman at one point, and of course she had to be called “sexy�� by him I feel like that really takes away from the TARDIS as a character if that makes sense.

The Unresolved: Idris told Rory something with the word river in it which I’m assuming has to do with River and/or The Doctor’s death, we’ll have to wait and see. I’m also a little unsure as to why the episode was called the way it was since I thought River was supposed to be his wife? I forgot to mention after the last episode but it annoyed me that Amy didn’t tell the Doctor or Rory about eye patch lady, she forgot about her the first time she saw her because of the Silence but there was no reason for her not to tell them this time except for very convenient story purposes.

Overall I thought this was the best episode of the series (so far), it instantly catapulted the TARDIS as a “character” to one of my favorites.

Honorable mention to all the other things besides the console room that reminded me of RTD’s era: them leaving the universe to a “bubble” universe (when I thought the walls were sealed?), the place being filled with rift energy made me think of Jack/Torchwood, and the poor Ood with the Doctor mentioning it was another one he couldn’t save :(

#doctor who #anti moffat #moffat salt #moffat didn't write the episode but i'm going to keep the anti tags just in case #my ramblings #dw watch #probably the least negative i've been so far haha #the doctor's wife

[besidesitstoowarm]

"Boom Town" thoughts

so remember how i said in the last post that it's easier to talk about middling episodes than great ones. well i have a lot to say about this one

this is actually one of my favorite stories of the season (i originally had it in second place, i think it's probably third now). i'm enchanted by it, i think there's so much potential and so many great lines

i didn't really notice before but i assume her name is margaret blaine has a reference to both thatcher and tony blair, both of whom are scum. is blair the one who fucked the pig? i don't think so but there's no proof he didn't, so

i have to say that i think the running explanation of "no one notices the tardis bc humans are fundamentally incurious" really doesn't check out for me. i mean, the whole point of "long game" was that it was UNUSUAL for those people to not ask any questions or care about what was going on! canonically, human beings spread out across millions of worlds (fuckin and suckin along the way), being too curious is actually one of the catalysts for the human companions getting into trouble. other explanations like "millions of people saw a spaceship land in london and have now all decided it was a hoax" track for me (i mean, look at covid), but "incurious" is just not a problem people in general have, not in the whoniverse

honestly the dinner scene between the doctor and margaret is one of my favorite scenes of the entire season. we've gotten the doctor as lonely outcast, forgotten child, reluctant survivor, proud coward. now we get the doctor as murderer, executioner. i mean, that's what he did to gallifrey, right? no matter the reason, he killed all those people. he kills people, or lets them die, or can't save them. it's a huge running theme throughout the davies era, and we see ten overcorrect and try too hard to be the hero and martyr before he finally snaps and accepts being "the time lord victorious"

"i bet you're always the first to leave....at last you have consequences" yes! force him to watch what he's doing! "day of the doctor" has the climax revolve around that exact idea, watching gallifrey fall, counting all those dead children. he's the rebel, the runner, on to the next adventure, don't stick around to clean up and rebuild. a lot of his companions eventually decide to do just that, stick around to clean up and rebuild, settle down. can he look her in the eye and sentence her to death? can he dine with her before he sends her to the gallows? "you're pleading for mercy out of a dead woman's lips"

i think the ending is a copout tbh. oh she was playing him, she didn't really change or even want to. no! make him decide! make him face that choice! make it ambiguous even, bc it already was– she didn't kill the pregnant, engaged reporter, she let her go. that was true. she remembered how it felt to have a family that loved her– abused her– protected her. i like the "starting over" bit with the egg, let nurture have a chance to change nature, but c'mon man, let us sit with the weight of the Points she made

this was such a good mickey episode, speaking of points made. noel clarke crushed it when he broke down with "at least i know where she is" bc yes! jackie is her mother, she would wait for rose forever, but what is mickey supposed to do? she's gone for months at a time, she's always at risk for death and danger, she's clearly formed an incredibly intimate (if not explicitly romantic) relationship with the doctor, who is and does things mickey never could, and that's not even to mention jack (who was much more tolerable and fun this time around). rose's bubbly conversation dying when mickey mentions he has a new girlfriend, him clearly still in love with rose but feeling helpless. poor mickey. i liked rose acknowledging that he didn't have other choices, really, even though it upset her. it's hard to have ties like that back home. we basically have this storyline play out again with amy and rory, although that resolves differently

so yeah this episode gets my brain snapping off

#Doctor Who #DW s1 #Boom Town #besides its too rewatch

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

If I may, #1 ("Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?" - I am more and more curious about the technobabble you've been posting, haha), #3 ("What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need?") and #18 ("Do any of your stories have alternative versions? [...] Tell us about them.")

1."Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?"

current project is a thasmissy fic (wait do people even know that portmanteau? ive just been using it. yaz/13/missy) set between revolution and flux. it's basically vault times but with 13 and yaz instead of 12 and bill. it's about coming to terms with trauma and coming to terms with your sexuality i think most concisely put. or in other words i think ive put it like it's about "the things we dont want to touch and the things we DO want to touch". heres the video i made of it last year for anyone who hasnt seen it:

this video took a full month to make and drove me almost insane which makes sense bc editing this fic rn is driving me again insane. just need to finish two more scenes. one of which is the technobabble

it's really fun to do but also takes soooo much time. my favourite tardis wiki page is the tardis components one so im on that a lot, and then ive got a thousand wikipedia pages open about philosophical, linguistic and mathematical concepts and then i try to put words together in a way thats at least superficially a little bit convincing

it's completely incoherent of course but it sounds fun. my browser history looks like this now:

no idea what any of those things actually are <3

3 "What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need?"

honestly i dont think i have a lot of those? i think generally my writing process is just that i write the scene i want to write, and either that turns into the whole fic, or i combine it with other scenes i wanted to write and shuffle then all around for a long time until it resembles something like a story. who needs set up? just jump into the medias of res babey

18 "Do any of your stories have alternative versions? […] Tell us about them."

full stories probably not or maybe there were but i dont remember now. but theres a lot of scenes with alternative versions in this thasmissy fic bc i had to puzzle and recut and rewrite a lot until it made the least bit of sense due to aforementioned "shuffle around until it resembles a story" approach

theres one scene where there was a really clear fork in the road where first i went down one route and then i was like 'oh no i cant do this, it breaks the relationship beyond what i want it to' so i had to go back and take the other path. im still fond of that alternative scene because it was also an interesting one i think

it's a scene between yaz and missy and in the cut version yaz said/did something that sort of cemented their dynamic as an echo of what my interpretation is of vault times thoschei, ie that the doctor keeps the master trapped. half physically half emotionally. because i think the master could leave, the vault or 13's tardis in this fic, but emotionally it's more complicated than that. the power the doctor has over them is that they want the doctor's love, especially missy is super overtly driven by that. the master always is but missy is unashamed and almost unresentful of it i think. missy will say "love me" out loud, basically. "i need my friend back" you know?

and what i had yaz do put missy in that same kind of position she is wrt the doctor. and they both immediately realised that and missy was like "youre just like her" and yaz was like "oh shit i fucked up". it's an interesting scene i think because being like the doctor is what yaz wants, right? and being like the doctor is why missy is drawn to her. but yaz doesnt want to replicate the relationship dynamic of the doctor and the master. she wants to be like the doctor but she also has that I Can Fix Her instinct. and i think with missy that is way more important because missy doesnt need another doctor (even though she also wouldnt be interested in someone who wasnt a little bit the doctor, you know? hi clara. i think 12/missy/clara and 13/dhawan/yaz are like two sides of the same coin. the companion a mirror to both the doctor and the master)

#sorry for Very long answers but thank you for asking <33 #thasmissy

[natequarter]

Only one bed, any doctor/romana because <3

Set post-Short Trips: Repercussions: the Time Lord's Story. Also on Ao3.

The Doctor opened the TARDIS's front door without so much as glancing at the scanners. "There we go. Nice market. No vampires. No blood." He smiled at Romana, but it was strained. "Just your typically unjust alien society. Shall we have a look?"

She nodded. It wasn't that she was unused to the Doctor's angsting and moping, it was just that this particular incarnation of the Doctor was worse about it than normal. Usually, the Doctor only moped about blowing up Skaro, or regenerating under embarrassing circumstances. This Doctor, however, wallowed in the smallest miseries without the slightest thought for the bigger picture. After a while, it began to grate.

"Well? What are you waiting for?"

"Sorry," said Romana sweetly, "I was just checking the scanners to make sure we didn't get instantly killed."

That must have struck a nerve, but he didn't react. In fact, he said, "Fair enough, but it seems perfectly safe."

"I suppose you're right." Romana stepped outside, and he offered her his hand, which she took without hesitation. He was unusually warm—stress, most likely. The heat was unwelcome, but his tight grip helped ground her.

It was only then that she noticed she was still shaking.

(She blinked, and saw Tianna's throat being ripped out. She blinked again, and wondered if the Doctor saw the same thing, or if he only saw his own tear-streaked face.)

After several minutes of exploring in silence, the Doctor spoke up. "Pretty, isn't it?"

"Yes," she said, taking in the lilac sky and azure clouds, the great sandstone walls of whatever city they'd landed in and the streets bustling with lifeforms of all kinds. "You always pick the most beautiful places."

"Nothing but the best for you," he said.

"And I suppose," Romana said, suddenly angry again, "that the deaths of innocents constitute your idea of beauty?"

"I didn't want her to suffer. I didn't even land us there, Romana! Isn't Gallifrey supposed to be your domain? Shouldn't you have found the heretic, or the traitor, or whatever you call dissenters these days?"

"His plans were buried under so many layers of paperwork and code it's a miracle we found it at all. And—perhaps we could take this conversation elsewhere? People are staring."

"Oh, are they? Can't imagine why."

She dragged the Doctor towards one of the stalls. "Wait. Do you have any money on you?"

"No," he said, "but I have money printed on psychic paper."

"I'm fairly sure that's illegal."

"Has that ever stopped us?" She couldn't help but smile at the Doctor saying us rather than me. "But it doesn't matter, I don't think. They accept psychometric payment here."

"Hello?" said the stall owner. "You gonna buy anything? There's people waiting, you know!" He gestured with feathered arms to a young woman who was, indeed, waiting.

"Sorry," said the Doctor, "we'll only be a minute."

"We've already been a minute," Romana pointed out.

"We'll be another minute, then. Er, what do you actually sell?"

"Keys," said the irate stall owner. "Do you need somewhere to stay overnight? I can sell you a key for a room."

They glanced at each other.

"We could go back to the TARDIS," Romana said.

"But—"

"But this is more fun? Alright, fine. We'll take a room for two."

"Excellent." The stall owner handed them a shimmering cerulean (ha! Cerulean) key. "Now cough up!"

"Alright, alright." The Doctor dug a guitar string out his pocket. "There you go."

The stall owner accepted it. "My, that's a lot of memories. Are you sure you want to—"

"Yes," the Doctor said. "Now, per your own words, I believe your customer wants to see you."

"Get lost," he snapped.

"Oh, we will," Romana muttered under her breath. "So, Doctor. Which way to these rooms?"

"I don't know," he said. "Are there signs?"

She looked up. "Yes. On the walls."

"Follow the trail, then!"

The signs led them to what was vaguely reminiscent of an Earth hotel. Romana had lost track of where they were (at least relative to the TARDIS), but the manager of the hotel said they were in the west sector of the city.

"Anyway," she said, "your room is on the top floor. The one with the blue door. Have a nice night!"

They nodded politely and made their way to the room.

"You know," said Romana, "I think this is the first time I've ever spent a night on an alien world with you without being arrested."

"Is it?" the Doctor said. "What about Acheron?"

"The only reason we weren't thrown into jail was because the entire planet was a prison."

"Ah. Pass me that key, will you?"

"Here."

The Doctor twisted the lock. "And the key isn't even haunted! That's new."

"I thought you didn't believe in ghosts."

"I don't." His face fell suddenly. "You know, Romana, we really should've checked with that shopkeeper precisely what kind of room we were going for."

"Why, is something wrong?"

"Well," he said, "there's only one bed."

This dramatic proclamation utterly failed to shatter Romana's world. "And?"

"It hasn't gone down well in the past, that's all. I'm glad you're more openminded than Harry Sullivan was."

"I can see how he might be bad company."

"Terrible, actually." The Doctor swung the door wide open. "You first."

"Is this some ridiculous attempt at chivalry?"

"I was just being polite," he said sullenly.

"Ah, so it was a ridiculous attempt at chivalry."

"Maybe I was trying the apologise," the Doctor said, "for lashing out at you earlier."

"You could have just said you were sorry."

"Alright." He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault that we were attacked by a vampire. It's just that—"

"It's not your fault either," Romana said. "If it was anyone's fault, it was Handrel's, but even then—sometimes there's no one to blame. The universe doesn't operate on a strict dichotomy of good and evil, you know."

"It would be easier if it did," he murmured.

"And it would be easier if vampires didn't exist either, but here we are."

"I suppose you're right," the Doctor said. "You usually are, somehow."

"Yes," Romana said, "I am. And I think the right thing to do now is go to bed."

"Good idea," the Doctor said, shrugging off his coat. She had been about to raise the question of pyjamas, but the Doctor looked practically naked in only a shirt. He slipped off his shoes and climbed onto the bed. "Well?" He smirked at her. "Are you going to join me?"

She laughed, and did just that.

-

Romana woke up with the Doctor's arms wrapped around her chest, hugging her tightly. It certainly beat being shoved out the bed by him (which had, unfortunately, happened before; he stopped when she pushed him out the bed in retaliation). The room was still dark, and she was rather comfortable, so she decided to go back to sleep.

-

When she woke up properly, light was streaming through the window in the back wall, and the Doctor was sat up, reading a book with one hand and stroking her hair with the other.

He smiled down at her. "Ah, you're awake. No nightmares about immortal vampires?"

"No," she said drowsily. "I think ... I don't remember."

"Dreams tend to do that," he said. "Slipping through your fingers like sand through an hourglass. Or sand through your fingers."

"How poetic." Romana shifted slightly to look at him. "I slept well, but I do wish you didn't have such cold feet."

"Romana, we're Time Lords. My entire body is cold."

"Clearly you're not trying hard enough then," she said, but there was no malice behind it. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mostly, except I kept dreaming that I was at the Academy and K-9 was my tutor."

"How dreadful," she said, feigning shock.

He set down his book (the Communist Manifesto—of course the Doctor read Marx for fun). "Fortunately, a beautiful president rescued me from my torment."

Romana sat up. "Oh, did she now?"

"Yes," he said with a wicked smile. "Like this."

The Doctor pulled her into a kiss, and she could practically taste his smirk. His hands settled around her waist; it wasn't gentle, per se, but it was surprisingly relaxed for a man who had cried over the gory death (and subsequent resurrection) of an innocent only yesterday.

Not that Romana was complaining, of course. She kissed him back with equal passion, pressing him against the headboard of the bed.

"My mistake," said the Doctor rather breathlessly. "That was better."

"Good," she said. "Now, where were we?"

"Well, I was reading a critique of capitalism, and you were dozing, but I think breakfast might be in order."

"I think you're right," Romana said. "And then we can return to the TARDIS and utterly fail to find Gallifrey. You know, I'm beginning to think that whenever I ask you to return to Gallifrey, you intentionally miss so you'll have an excuse to travel with me."

"And if I am?"

"I'm not complaining," she said. "Now come on. I thought you were going to get us breakfast?"

"Yes, ma'am," the Doctor said, but he got up anyway.

Remarkably, he didn't even start a revolution in the process.

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#asks #eighth doctor #the doctor #romana #romana ii #doctor who #fic #you old romantic

[ghostofafruit]

ElevenJackRose Prompt: After losing the Ponds' the three are trying to cope in their own ways, not wanting to burden the others. But forgetting that the other people are always there for them, eventually one of them just cracks and it leads to the others cracking as well. The three finally letting themselves rely on the others again.

Ooooh, you are my new best friend now.

No tentoo, Jack reunited in Journey's End not mentioned in the fic but important to know. Also posted on ao3, under the name Doctorjackrose Tumblr Fic #1. This is 1234 words long, I couldn't have managed that if I tried. Enjoy! (I'm still open to prompts for doctorjackrose, just be aware that I'm working on a lot at the moment and it may take some time.)

The Doctor had let himself openly mope about losing the Ponds for a total of a seven Earth days, one week. That was all he allowed himself, and it seemed that Jack and Rose had managed to get over it in a week. He must have guessed the correct period of time to mope over friends then.

He hadn't much been one for reading aloud to his partners this regeneration, but he started doing that more often. It was especially calming to do while Jack and Rose worked on their own projects. Jack had taken up knitting, although he really wasn't very good at it, and Rose had started painting more. They certainly had more time now they weren't travelling with the Ponds every chance they got.

Sometimes he wondered if he was too attached to Amy and Rory because Jack and Rose were getting on just fine without them. He still missed them, and he still blamed himself for loosing them. Surely he could have done something to save them, anything. He couldn't think of anything he could have done, but it still hurt.

Jack had let himself openly mourn the Ponds for a week. He was used to grief, he was old now and he'd lived on Earth for a good couple of hundred years while he waited to find home again. The Doctor was fine, he had to be too. Especially if Rose was ok too. He'd tried knitting back when he was stuck on Earth as a way to help him process the grief, he started it up again.

The Doctor hadn't really read to them in this body. He'd liked doing it in both his past regenerations, but not so much this one. He loved books and reading, but not so much reading aloud. However he'd started up again. Perhaps, Jack reasoned, he hadn't wanted to read with Amy and Rory on board.

He knew he was awful at knitting. It was obvious, and it always had been. The point of his knitting though was not to make something good, but instead to give him something to do while he thought. The lull of the Doctor's voice and the strokes of Rose painting helped him relax and think too.

He wondered if he was perhaps too attached to Amy and Rory. If perhaps he had convinced himself they would get to have a good life after the Tardis. Perhaps they still where, but he wouldn't know. They could never visit them. Not even if they convinced the Doctor to actually go.

Rose gave herself a week to mourn. She'd given herself two when she left the other universe. That had been her mum, her dad, and her brother. As well as the few friends she had let herself make there. This was just two friends. There where still ways she could see them, complicated and ridiculous ways, but still ways. Still, she stopped showing it effected her after a week.

With Jack and the Doctor being fine after a week she figured it was the right thing to do. She'd have to get used to this, loosing companions. Both her partners were familiar with the lose, both the dying and impossible situations. She wondered if the pain they felt had been numbed from the familiar experience of if perhaps they were still hurting too but hiding it. Or maybe she had gotten too attached to them.

With nothing else to do, Rose threw herself further into her painting. It helped her process in a way. It gave her something to focus on as she let the feelings flood through her. The Doctor had finally started reading aloud to them again. She'd missed it, and now it provided a soothing background noise as she worked.

Jack had, for some unfathomable reason, picked up knitting. He was awful, but the clacking of the knitting needles provided a nice background noise as well. Whatever he was attempting to make, it didn't look like anything. It was sort of lumpy and uneven. She didn't say anything about it though.

Now it had been three more weeks, a whole month, since they had lost the Ponds. Their routine was still get up get food, do their limited activities, go for a quick hopefully relaxing trip, and get on with life. The Doctor still read aloud to his partners, Rose still painted more than she ever had, and Jack still failed miserably at knitting. The Doctor slammed his book suddenly and groaned.

"I'm going to get food," he told them.

"Ok love," Rose said.

"Bring me back something sweet?" Jack asked.

"Sure," the Doctor agreed before he sulked out the door.

"Somethings up with him," Rose muttered. Jack hummed.

"Where you listening to what he was reading?" he asked.

"No, it was more soothing background noise," she admitted.

"Same here, maybe it was something with the book," Jack suggested. Rose put her paintbrush down, wiped her hands on the cloth she kept by her easel, and went over to the book. The book mark was easy to spot, it was like a mini scarf and it dangled out both ends of the book.

Jack come up behind her and grabbed the book from the Doctor's favoured chair. He flipped it open to the pages the doctor had been reading and read through the two pages aloud. There were mentions of ponds and a ginger girl.

"He was reminded of Amy," Rose realised.

"It's a fairy-tale too," Jack added as he read the back cover.

"He's still mourning them," she muttered. Jack hummed and grabbed Rose's hand.

"We should go check on him," he said. Rose nodded and let him pull her from the library and towards the galley. Their partner was sat at the table, his head resting against it and a cup of tea next to him. The oven was on, presumably cooking up some fishfingers. Rose slipped into the seat next to him and took his hand as Jack slipped around to start on the custard the Doctor enjoyed with his fish fingers.

"I miss them," the Doctor admitted, though it was muffled as his face was still against the table.

"I do too," she admitted.

"I also miss them," Jack admitted. Rose gave him a sad smile over the Doctor's head.

"It's normal yeah, missing people we lost. It's a sign we have hearts," Rose said.

"It's a sign we're good people," Jack added on. The Doctor nodded, which looked strange against the table. Rose gently removed her hand from the Doctor's and wrapped her arm over his back.

"We're here for each other, it's what we do," she said. The Doctor hummed and shifted so he was sat up. He leant into Rose's side then, and smiled weakly over at Jack.

"Can we," the Doctor started though he huffed and shook his head.

"Can we what?" Jack asked softly, briefly turning round to squeeze his hand.

"Go settle somewhere and just have a life for a while?" he asked. Jack and Rose looked at each other.

"I think it's a good idea," Jack said.

"Me too, where have you got in mind?" Rose asked.

"Remember Madame Vastra?" he asked, they both nodded. "Somewhere near her."

"We'll set off after some food," Jack promised.

They weren't ok yet. But they would be with some time. And support from each other of course.

#doctor who #fanfic #doctorjackrose #elevenjack #elevenjackrose #elevenrose #captain jack harkness #rose tyler #eleventh doctor #prompt fic

[super-predictable98]

MaterniTARDIS (10th Doctor x Wife)

Word count: 1,3k

Warning: Strong language, childbirth, mention of blood

A/n: Again with another request, it took me a while, but I really wanted to post something I'm happy with. I hope you like it and the person who requested asked me to name the character that would be the Doctor's wife, so this isn't part of the Galaxies of Gallifrey canon. Thank you so much for the request, lots of love 🧡

[Masterlist]

"Love… I think it's time," The Doctor warned, looking down at his wife's huge pregnancy bump.

"What? But I don't feel anything, I'm only having Braxton Hicks," Lydia mumbled.

"I'm getting our baby's telepathic field and it wants out. I'm gonna call Martha," he grabbed the cellphone his former companion had given him when she left so they could stay in contact.

Martha's eyes lit up when she saw the phone ringing with her old number. She picked it up and rolled over on her bed with a big smile.

"Hey! Long time no see!"

"Hey, we have a little situation here," the Doctor said while rubbing Lydia's belly. "My wife is having her baby any time now and we really need someone to help with that."

"Lydia is pregnant? Since when?" Martha gasped.

"Since about 38 weeks ago?"

"Why didn't you call me before?" She jumped from the bed to get her jacket and her first aid kit. "Has she been taking her vitamins? Did she do any tests for gestational diabetes? Any ultrasounds?"

"Of course… actually no… we got caught up with some business in Melissa Majoria. Then we visited 18th Century Venice, but that didn't work very well and now I owe Casanova a chicken. Then we-"

"You're so incredibly irresponsible! Pick me up right now in my room!"

It didn't take long for the familiar whirring of the TARDIS to fill the room and the blue police box to appear in the corner.

"Hey, Martha Jones!" The Doctor grinned and offered his hand to help her inside. "This room almost feels smaller… come on in, she is about ready to pop."

"No, I'm not," Lydia chuckled. "I actually feel… FUCK!"

Her voice cracked and she screamed when the first proper contraction hit. The Doctor had a smug smile, but Martha just rolled her eyes and led Lydia to one of the many rooms in the TARDIS with at least a bed.

"Just keep breathing, I don't have any epidural-" Martha murmured.

"I'LL HAVE TO GIVE BIRTH WITHOUT DRUGS?" Lydia cried. "Doctor, I hate you! I hate you, I hate you! You put this baby in me and you said a birth in the TARDIS would be ideal, I wanna KILL you!"

"Do I look like an amateur? Your husband is an alien," he pulled out a little shot in a metal syringe. "Local anesthesia from the future."

"Forget what I said, I love you," she sighed relieved when he applied the shot.

Martha positioned her in the best way possible and went down to check the cervix. She didn't have a lot of medical equipment to assist with the birth, but what they had would have to do.

The pain Lydia felt was slowly subsiding and she relaxed, focusing on the pressure on her lower stomach, while the Doctor sat by her side stroking her belly and holding her hand.

"You're not very dilated right now, it could take an hour, it could take a day… I'll try to find some tools," Martha went to the door. "Call me if anything changes."

When they were alone, the Doctor sat next to Lydia and wrapped one arm tightly around her shoulders while his other hand rested on her bump. He had a big goofy smile on his face, he couldn't wait to meet their little one.

"You look so incredibly beautiful right now," he kissed her cheek. "I love you so much, you're like a goddess to me. You can make a person in your belly, you beauty! You're so gorgeous!"

"Stop that, I'm all disheveled and covered in amniotic fluid," Lydia chuckled.

"And you've never been more beautiful. I'll miss this sexy belly of yours, I love your belly so much, but I'm glad it's not disappearing right away when the baby is born. I can rub it a while longer."

"You're weird," she snorted, but felt warm and fuzzy inside with each compliment.

"I know… I missed being a dad, you know? It's been so long."

"I'm sure wherever and whenever your children are right now, they are very proud of their father."

"For someone who believes in heaven that's very comforting… I'll choose to believe that today."

"Do you think I'm gonna be a good mother?" Lydia asked, a little insecure.

"You're gonna be brilliant! Besides, I'll be here to help, I speak baby, I can understand anything they need.

"Do you really speak baby? I always thought you were taking the piss…"

"No, I actually do. It's all about perception, anyone can do it. After being a father to so many kids, I learned a thing or two."

"Yeah? What else do you know?"

The Doctor sighed and leaned, placing his ear on Lydia's belly.

"I know that it won't take long for the baby to be born. It really wants to come out, it won't wait much longer," he moved to look under her dress and stuck a couple fingers in there. "Yeah, definitely not much longer. I can feel their little head… awww they have so much hair!"

"Ew ew, get your hand out of there!" She laughed.

"That's not what you said last night…" The Doctor teased.

"And don't be silly you can't feel our baby's head like that, it's impossible."

"Is it?"

"Yes!" Victoria laughed, no longer sure.

About an hour and a half passed before Martha returned, looking really tired from roaming the hundreds of rooms in the TARDIS in search of makeshift medical equipment.

"How are we doing? Feeling the urge to push?" She asked.

"Yeah, I have for a little while, but I was scared," Lydia explained.

"Alright, let's have a look," she said before giving the Doctor a pair of oversized scissors for him to cut the umbilical cord with. "Oh yeah, definitely dilated enough, let's start pushing, alright? I'll count to ten while you push then we have a little break to breathe and I'll count again, alright?"

"Alright," Lydia nodded, the pain wasn't too bad thanks to the anesthetics, but she could still feel the pressure of the baby fighting to come out.

Martha started to count and Lydia started to push, the Doctor held back her leg while kissing her forehead for support.

"Come on, you're so brilliant, and our baby will be just as brilliant!" The Doctor cheered her on. "Keep going, keep going! Yeah, that's my girl! I love you so much…"

"I don't think I can do this," Lydia wailed.

"Of course you can, you were genetically programmed to be able to do this, your body can do the stuff of legends, let's keep going. Just a little more, I can see the head already! I was right, a full head of hair!"

Martha shook her head and rolled her eyes before starting the countdown again. "10, 9, 8, big push now, 7, 6…"

And just like that, with one swift motion, she was able to get the baby, who started to cry almost immediately.

"Oh look, loud like their daddy," Lydia teased.

"It's a girl," Martha smiled, waving over the Doctor to cut the cord. He did so and picked up his daughter, getting blood and baby goo all over his suit, but he didn't mind.

"Look, Lyds, our girl," he cooed, placing the crying child on her mother's chest. "My new little companion!"

While Martha helped Lydia deliver the placenta, she watched them occasionally. "What will you name her?" She asked.

"Any ideas, Doc?" Lyddie asked.

"Hmmm which name do you like, baby," he asked his daughter and she cooed.

"Yes, I know you want Mummy to give you milk, but do you know which name you want to have? Aham, okay," he nodded. "She has a sense of humor, she wants to be named Angel because the first time she heard our voice, we were running from weeping angels."

"You're kidding, she did not just say that," Lydia started feeding their baby.

"Cross my hearts," the Doctor chuckled. "Welcome to the world, Angel, we love you so much."

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