#yes7erdays

[highaver]

@yes7erdays. cont.

They'd gotten comfortable, the two of them. In more ways than one. From the way that Balfour moved around the Hare and Hounds, collecting plates and cups and all else that had been discarded so haphazardly about the room, he might have looked like he'd been doing this his whole life. Like he belonged here, almost. He didn't even put on that deer in the headlights look when Clara touched him as he passed her. He stopped, of course, and smiled when she leaned against him, talking on of worker's rights, which he never had any clue about.

He must have said something in response to her. Must have. Balfour didn't have it in him to ignore Clara, and there was much to be said - fondly, if not teasingly - at her temperament, of how she could likely spark a revolution all on her own. But he had no hope of recalling the words that had just left his lips. Not a shred, with Clara's fingers at his chest, cold against his skin and pulling him closer, to where she relaxed back against the door. His own fingers tightened briefly around the edge of the plates in his hand, fighting the urge to let that usual rush of feeling force him to step back or straighten or make any move that might encourage her to let go. His other hand, naturally and without much thought, moved to cover her own; he'd always run hot, and there was no reason not to share his warmth on such a cold winter night.

"Mistletoe?" he asked, then, and glanced up, just briefly, to see what Clara meant. Ah. Of course. It was a wonder that Balfour could even feel the chill at all, from the way the usual blush spread across his cheeks and warmed his face. Returning his gaze to Clara, he managed a slight smile. Flustered and embarrassed and all of those usual Balfour Sutherland things that made him question why he ever said a damn word around her in the first place.

And something else.

"Well... I wouldn't want us to have... any more bad luck," he said, sounding as though he were trying very hard to choose the right words. Taking his hand away from hers again, he moved to rest it against the door as he leaned in. Part of him was worried he was making a fool of himself. Maybe he was, maybe Clara, teasing and wonderful and cruel Clara, would push him away at the last second, bad luck be damned. But he'd gotten comfortable - and it was so much harder to pretend he didn't fancy her, now that they spent all their time together. Which she probably knew anyway, because she was Clara - clever and aware - and he was Balfour - obvious and unsubtle, even when he tried his hardest not to be. So he took the risk, in the end, vaguely dizzy and very overwhelmed, and kissed her.

#yes7erdays #wr. thread. #ve. dw. #arc. regency. #yes7erdays. 11. #long post // #meant to take a 30 min reading break then wrote this . #anyway he's dead inside as per .

[cora2ons]

no point in another conversation about timing. that is one of those things they just have to work around, too stubborn and fated to consider an ounce of reciprocal reprieve. cora chuckles through an almost-sarcastic breath, ❛ a-ha, you have made a name for yourself as some kind of anomaly, babe. always showing up with the general weird. ❜ LIKE RIGHT NOW —- a chorus of i-told-you-sos probably waiting on the other side of a curtain call, assuming they all make it that far.

❛ and before all the freak accidents, you were maybe one rainy day away from being called a bad omen, but now —- ❜ she rambles without even addressing that elephant, more concerned with fully securing her skirt-and-tights getup, ( are we matching right now? is this the same thing in a different color? ) and most likely assuming that it had been clara's reason for visiting in so timely a manner, anyway. ❛ they've already been cracking down on security, so if you've got a reason for being here that won't get me reprimanded, i'm happy to leave it to you. ❜

@yes7erdays ... CONTINUED FROM HERE.

#yes7erdays #HEAR ME OUT MAYBE THIS IS THE GHOST PLOT #𑁤 but you can’t catch me now. one. #𑁤 i’ll be singing into empty glasses. ic.

[spaceschist]

@yes7erdays liked for an 11th Doctor starter

'Not again, not here, not now. Please.' The Doctor just wanted a break, some solace from the constant running, but his enemies were too many, and so many didn't rest in their pursuit of him.

"Clara, don't stop looking. You have to keep contact, just, just keep stepping backward. Like this."

The worst part, the Doctor had no idea if this was their first time seeing them on this trip. Holding one hand up high to look for tally marks, there was some relief that his skin was blank. There he shoved that hand into his jacket pocket to withdraw a pen and blindly write a single tally mark on his hand.

The Silence were not known for their speed; they didn't need to be fast when their targets constantly forgot their existence in the blink of an eye. This was good. They had time to escape.

"If you look away, you'll forget."

#͙͘͡★ rel. clara oswald #͙͘͡★ verse. doctor who #͙͘͡★ char. eleven #͙͘͡★ story. the silence #yes7erdays

[tr4umaborn]

027. the refreshing waters of a lake, away from prying eyes . ( ciri <3 )

eyes closed, i can see what i always see in everyone else's peaceful moments. whatever world it happens to be might be beautiful, but i am still plagued by the faces of the people i failed to save. their screams resonate in my mind until i am forced back to the present for fear of what my mind might make me capable of.

my present now it beautiful. as my eyes flutter open the first thing i see is the strange colored sky. oranges and purples clash behind winds that can be seen from the ground. they reflect off the green blue lake that i'd forgotten i was floating upon. for a moment it is just me. just this. peaceful and serene.

i hear a noise, and that drags me back further into reality. it's then that i realize that i am not alone on this beautiful lake on a world so different from any i am used to. i am there with her. clara. my clara. oh, there is my smile spreading against my features as i swim my naked form through the water to her body on the dock.

" water feels nice, moja gwiazdeczko. won't you join me? "

#yes7erdays #** writings: ciri. #** rel: ciri & clara. #and history will say what about them hm? #i love them already #the polish means my star hehe #feels like a fitting name

[wasme]

➜ " you really don't tire of this , do you ? " asked @yes7erdays .

how could he ? how could a man ever tire of the thrill that adventure brought ? every moment one of ecstasy , every step taken one of intrigue and mystery . ignoring the pain , ignoring the loss , ignoring the guilt , it was everything he hoped it would be when he ran away all those centuries ago . a few more buttons are pressed , and one level remains before tardis is thrust into action . wide grin sweeps over lips , eyes meeting hers as mischief takes over features . " never ." said with such conviction as level is pulled , clutching onto side as floor begins to shake and move .

#yes7erdays #answered .

[burnedself]

Incorrect Quotes, ft. @yes7erdays

#aka the secret post-regeneration adventure BBC doesn't want you to know about #its a eat or be eaten kind of world out there #yes7erdays

[galefcrce]

@yes7erdays "that's not what we agreed on."

"Patience, my dear friend," he responded with a raised finger. "You'll have your supper soon enough; I just need to add some flavor to it this time."

Not having an entire kitchen worth of cooking material at his disposal limited his ability to conjure up a treat, but he supposed something edible and of some nutritional value was what mattered most when stuck out in the wilderness. Nevertheless, he was tired of the random assortment of food everyone else considered a meal. Today, he was making something proper, or as close to it as possible.

Still, there was something missing. It only took him a moment before realizing exactly what: wine, of course! Casting a mage hand to stir the stew for him, he dashed into his tent and returned with a bottle of red.

"Now, this is a meal."

#i have a total of 3 icons and theyre all blurry lmao #͙͘͡★ rel. clara oswald #͙͘͡★ chapter. preventing ceremorphosis #͙͘͡★ story. dinner ettiquette #yes7erdays

[11enth]

@yes7erdays: *boops the doctor’s nose*

nose wrinkling in protest as he fidgets away, a hand lifts to playfully swat at clara’s own, “ — absolutely not! this is no time for boops, clara. this is serious business. ”

#clara / w. #yes7erdays #ic. #hello doctor who rpc here is my first official contribution

[etoilebleu]

@yes7erdays cont.

he was confused. why was she confused? it wasn't a school night. it was definitely saturday. ( it wasn't. ) the doctor stood at the foot of her bed, blinking blankly while she caught her breath. without a beat, he had an answer. " don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things. " he grinned wildly, amused. oh no, wait--that wasn't something she told him. who told him that? the smile wiped off of his face entirely.

exhasperated, he exhaled, sitting at the edge of her bed now and folding his hands. " well I'm already here. " arguing already. " clara--it's a time machine. you could nap before you've got to come back and teach britain's great minds. " he was in one of his childish moods.

but she wasn't budging. shoulders dropped and he stood silently, folding his hands in front of him. " right...sorry. " looking around her room for a moment. " another time, then. "

#LMFAO NOT HIM GUILTING HER I HATE HIM #yes7erdays #「✨」 ━━ interactions: twelfth doctor.

[highaver]

@yes7erdays. cont.

In a week, in a week - God fucking help them if they were still here in a week. Balfour could barely stand the thought of being here for another day. No money, no food, no phones, no way home, no... anybody, except for each other. And it wasn't to say that he minded Clara - quite the opposite, in fact, and there were few people he would rather be stranded in time with - but this was...

This was the sort of thing that he had never let himself think about happening. Always a possibility, of course, while he worked at UNIT, but it was the worst case scenario. Living your whole life in the past, no way back. No Doctor to time travel it all better. There was no protocol for this, no UNIT to help him back in this time, nothing he could rely on to make it better and not the life-ending horror it was turning out to be.

No wonder they were both snapping.

"We need to find a way to contact the Doctor. Not play fucking dress up." He raised the shirt she had stolen for him that he held in his hand, then promptly threw it to where the rest lay on top of a nearby chair. Putting those on would be accepting defeat. It would be a week, then two, then maybe a month and then what? A year? He couldn't. It scared him too much. "He's a time traveller. We don't need to blend in, he can come here right now."

#yes7erdays #wr. thread. #ve. dw. #arc. regency. #yes7erdays. 10. #honestly same................. an entire concept

[bledsoul]

@starstcff continued from here

a million thoughts floated around in his head as clara walked away. a million lives flashed across his eyelids every time he blinked. adventures, joyous, triumphant memories – and close calls, near death experiences, tragedies.

it was all a bit much for such an innocuous moment as this, but he couldn’t help it. his eyes hesitantly met clara’s for a moment before he took to his feet with a slight groan of effort. ( he knew, by pure merit of time lord biology alone, that this was technically a brand new body after his last, but eleven regenerations certainly hadn’t been easy on worldweary bones. )

“ hm — ? ” he knew what she was going to say, but he clung to that remaining blissful ignorance for a moment, pretending as though she might be about to suggest a new realm of exploration and not ask him to talk about his feelings.

feelings. blimey.

#honestly what even is grammar and sentence structure in that first paragraph #YIKES #eleventh doctor / ic. #clara oswald / w. #ic. #yes7erdays

[cora2ons]

you're a heck of a lot cuter than me. — @yes7erdays.

SHE SENSES FLATTERY. NOT THAT SHE MINDS. she's learned to soak it up & store it in a bank for emergencies. but if clara is laying it on thick this early on, she imagines it could mean one of two things. either she's calling in a favour - a sketchy, snooping, perhaps slightly incriminating favour; or she has already gone through with it herself & is appealing to cora's greater affections in advance. ‘ aww, you think so? ’ of course, it could just be out of the goodness of her heart, but who would cora be to set her expectations to easy street?

‘ well, when you put it like that, ’ she coos, the sugar through the phone just short of a hair-twirling, foot-kicking visual. & before the tone can so much as shift, still with a smile in her voice, she lays it out plainly. ‘ what did you do? ’

#yes7erdays #𑁤 i’ll be singing into empty glasses. ic. #𑁤 but you can’t catch me now. one. #q.

[venturousheart]

@yes7erdays asked we don't belong here. it's just not natural.

"Yeah, you could say that again. I don't evenknow how this could have happened." She knew other universes would probably exist, just by logic. Why would there only be one? Why wouldn't there at the very least be multiple, never mind infinite? Still, she never expected to ever end up in another one, or at least meet someone from another universe much less another version of herself. "It happened, though. What were you doing? Before you got here?"

#yes7erdays #main verse (( sacred love & anger fills me // post canon ))

[tr4umaborn]

eyes sparkle as the stars fill them with their intense glow. they're so far away now, but does that matter much? the promise they'd made to @yes7erdays was to see as many stars as possible, and that's a promise they intend to keep!

one hand grabs a hold of their own bowtie, while the other pulls down on the lever in front of them. " ok that's enough star gazing for now! get back inside and i'll show you something even better, i promise! infinitesimally better. that's a good word, i'm going to use that more. " the tardis gives a shake, and they rush over to press the button that will stop the collider from hitting against itself so hard. she's really been something else lately. is she still mad about that trip to trenzalor? we left didn't we old girl! no staying on trenzalor. not yet!

#** writings: 11. #yes7erdays #YAY

[lovehoned]

@yes7erdays / starter call. ada.

their eyes are focused on the giant posters in front of them: movie poster after movie poster for movies that came out before she'd ever set foot on earth. before she ever would have been born on earth, according to their forged birth certificates.

"i've never seen any of them," ada says, looking from the posters to the girl that's standing next to her. it's an admission as much as it is a statement. she's not sure why she's said it; she shouldn't have. "i'm not really a movie buff. i like going to museums is all."

#yes7erdays #ic / ada. #i figure it could be like ... they meet as if it's some normal situation and then alien happenings occur. in the style of an episode or. #something like that. #also i set this at the cinema museum in london.

[burnedself]

Quite the liminal space, this restaurant; like walking through a dream, half-remembered, always there, yet often absent. That's why TARDISes often took on more compact forms, the more space it occupied, the more it pushed against the boundaries of reality.

Where else do you think the stories of haunted cabins in the woods originated from?

How long it had been since he was last here? All those eons ago, dazed and confused, walking through a dream of his own. Stranger still, to forget someone so thoroughly and utterly; Like tracing a shadow, constructing a person from the negative space they left behind.

"Things do get lost sometimes, you know, @yes7erdays ? Though, funny enough, I cannot recall the person who said it." Brows furrow in momentarily confusion, his tone jovial despite it all, " But if one person remembers it, that means it was an adventure worth having."

#you ever have a starter idea you just gotta write-- #lmk if you'd like something different! #yes7erdays