#{he wanted martha the whole time but he kept playing that hot n cold game to the wrong girl just bc it worked on 2 later 3 yt blonde women}

[thebadtimewolf]

why r u so mad about ppl preferring ten x madame de pompadour to ten x martha like ten/martha will never be a thing. ten don’t want anything to do with martha. he literally said to her face she wouldn’t replace rose… and she never did… isnt canon enough for you

hm.

im glad im only a scorpio on this alone. if martha deserved better than ten then so do all of em but anyway:

this ask is giving 2006/07 i dont want to see tenth doctor in a romantic relationship with a person of color because i can't project myself or relate to them if they arent the very thing being catered to me ever since the silent pictures vibes. u know the same vibe when rtd was told to not regenerate 14 in 13's clothes. just. Ick.

but im not mad. its just interesting for a ship so big as tenrose, it is usually correlated with hating madame de pompadour and/or joan and/or river [though in joan's case they hate her not because shes racist but because shes not rose]

though comics tend to release to combat that in multi doctor stories where they jump through various alternate universes of themselves where the doctor sees themselves settled down with dr. grace holloway (for 8th dr multi doctor stories) and professor melody williams/river song (for 11th dr multi doctor stories) where in those cases, they are frightful of the concept settling down at all. [take note that both times, he settles down in the same house that he owns bc of that unit paycheck on the dl] so i am curious that with this new drs, the equivalent of this would be 13 14 15 being terrified of settling down with rose because they had grown past her as this point.

i prefer the doctor in a polyromantic ace relationship than their umpteenth 🌟tragic heteronormative romance with yt human woman number 23445788764443356743🌟 i want 14 to sweep martha off her feet in pure joy and kiss her passionately while badmouthing tf out of 10 like 9 11 12 13 do with no filter before cradling her like a baby because hes about to crumble under his brand new identity complex and then take her kid to an amusement park and then 14 trips over a brick and dies. hell i rather have nina sosanya play a whole different lady in nod to doctor who recycles their actors trope as a way to introduce a love interest to 14

that amusment park one weirdly sounds like a 8th doctor audio. pls 🙏🏾 dont make it into one i couldnt handle schezro let alone the rest of his content. Empire of the Wolf made me so fucking worried for rose marion tyler like im just she back home 🫣. as for rose tyler from the sea devil universe still out about. whoop his ass. if billie come back as HER? MISS COVER MODEL MISS DICTATOR MISS EMPRESS ROSE?

NOT

i would love for ten to be strictly friends with the new miss empress rose. get that martha karma real quick ehehehehe after all rtd did say they need freema for somethin and im sure seeing 10 get treated the same way he treated martha by no other than empress rose herself -AND THEN EMPRESS ROSE FLIRTS WITH MARTHA??? FINGERS CROSSED??? im just saying that i personally will ride on that for 8 black history months and christmases straight like woo

also real glad it is collectively decided by every one that tentoo is just john smith not corin so yay thanks big finish and titan comics

[twdbegins]

Easy Day Off

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Pike x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Language.

A/N: Season 2 can’t come fast enough. I neeeeed to know more about Pike so he’ll be easier to write for. Like I don’t even know if Pike is his real NAME. Also note: this is pre-Snowpiercer days!

Requested By: @dianitahsstuff “How about a story about Pike and the reader before the world froze and how they got to the Snowpiercer?? 👀💕”-- So this didn’t completely answer what you requested. I decided to split it into two halves (not a 2 part series, rather just make two fics out of one request) simply for length purposes. 

Word Count: 1,366

“Oh, well I am honored to be up there with the best of the MLB.”

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“Hey, P?” You called for the second time from where you sat in the living room. 

You were curled up on the sofa as you held the morning paper. He always teased you about how you were the only one who actually still read a handheld copy of The New York Times. You preferred it that way. You were a bit old fashioned when it came to reading. It was a particularly laid back weekend. You both had a few days off from work...or at least, you were supposed to. Pike never could leave his work at the office, hence why he had a home office and an office office. 

Working from home could be difficult, considering you were always wanting to talk about something. He didn’t mind, he liked talking to you. 

“Yeah, love?” He called back from the next room.

You tapped the pencil in your hand on your temple as you continued to brainstorm the final answer to this crossword puzzle you were working on;

“What’s a ten letter word that starts with ‘S’ and ends with ‘D’?” You asked, beginning to feel stumped.

You heard his chair squeak, a sign that he had leaned back in his chair to think. He was silent for a moment before responding;

“Category?” He asked.

“Mode of transportation.” 

He was silent again for a bit before replying;

“Skateboard.” 

Your face brightened with delight at the solved puzzle that you had spent an hour or so working on;

“Oh! Thanks!” You responded gratefully.

He smiled and shook his head, returning his attention to his work in front of him. You set your pencil aside and thumbed to the next page. The title of the article caught your eye;

Scientists’ Plan to Counteract Global Warming: What We Know So Far.

You raised a brow at that. It had been talked about for years now and had been picked apart by the media, but only now had you seen that there was some action coming into play. You read the article once and scanned it again to clarify what you were actually reading. It talked about the benefits and how it could add centuries of time to the state of the planet. It caused an eerie feeling to cloud into your head;

“Pike?” You called for a third time.

“Yes?” He replied real sing-songy like. 

“Have you heard about this scientist global warming thing?” You asked curiously.

“Oh, you mean the counteraction plan? Yeah, no that’s some bullshit,” He snarked; “No way they’ll actually do it. It’s just a PR stunt I’m pretty sure.”

You were a little doubtful of his words. Something wasn’t right about this. It seemed awfully risky. You were able to forget it soon after, though, when he finally entered the room. He was clad in sweatpants and a flannel that he didn’t even bother to button up. Typical Pike weekend attire. He sat next to you on the couch with a sigh;

“God almighty, I swear if I never had to go into the office again, I’d be a happy man.” He proclaimed, rubbing his face stressfully.

“You know, you don’t have to work from home. That’s why it’s called a day off,” You corrected; “Most of your stress is self-inflicted.”

He snorted at that. He was a hard worker (a little too hard in your opinion) and he rarely let a day go by where he didn’t work in some form or another.

“Things don’t get done when I’m not busy.” He replied.

“Your gray hairs grow faster when you are.” You fired back, matching his tone.

His jaw dropped slightly, he was amused but a little offended;

“Hey! I don’t have that much gray hair.” He retorted.

You pursed your lips into a smirk. He was usually clean shaven and didn’t let his facial hair grow out more than a little bit of stubble. He had always said that as long as he was afforded the luxury of choosing how he kept his hair, he would never be caught dead with a full beard. Whether that was because he didn’t want more gray hair to show or because he just preferred it clean shaven, you weren’t sure. You’d been with him for ten years, married for the last seven. But only in the last three or four had you noticed his appearance change. It seemed that the older he got, the harder he worked. Not the other way around. Not that you minded these changes. He was still just as handsome as when you first met him.

“Nothing wrong with a little silver in your hair. I find it rather attractive myself.” You purred.

He was more flattened and sunken into the couch, he looked over at you fully now;

“Is that so? Well, then maybe I should start working overtime to speed up the process.” He smirked.

You laughed lightly, leaning down to kiss him. He kissed back with a happy hum. Maybe he didn’t always love his job, but it afforded him most weekends off, which he was so grateful to have that time with you.

“So, what’s on the agenda for the day?” He asked once you pulled away.

A blankness came into your head. You hadn’t really gotten that far;

“Uhh..” You trailed off.

He laughed;

“I like the sound of that. We haven’t had a lowkey weekend in ages.” He praised.

“What happened to your whole ‘things don’t get done when you’re not busy’ motto?” You recalled.

He shrugged;

“Believe it or not, there are exceptions. Baseball games and my lawfully hot wife.” He grinned proudly.

“Oh, well I am honored to be up there with the best of the MLB.” You joked back. 

He blushed at his poorly worded statement, rubbing your leg with care;

“You know what I mean. I’m just glad to have some time off with you.” He claimed.

“Me too. Maybe we’ll finally get around to trying that pasta recipe that your mom keeps sending me.” You suggested.

“Oh my God. Honey, for the sake of us both, don’t try anything my mother sends. I grew up with her cooking and I can confirm that I have had food poisoning more times than the common cold.” He criticized. 

It was true. Pike’s mother was a notoriously bad chef. She tried really hard, but she just wasn’t that of Martha Stewart. You, however, were a great borderline fantastic cook. You were pretty sure she sent your recipes to learn from you without admitting her faulty cooking. 

“I admire her for trying. We should have her over for dinner tonight.” You suggested differently.

He had moved now to where his head was in your lap, his eyes closed as you ran your fingers through his previously discussed hair;

“Hell no. I just saw her two days ago. Even a momma’s boy needs a break,” He ranted; “You know that all she talked about the entire time was grandkids? That woman has grandchild fever.”

You laughed sweetly;

“Did you tell her that we’ve only been trying for a few weeks?” You questioned.

He scoffed;

“Of course I did. You were right. We should’ve waited until after you got pregnant to tell her, not before,” He confessed; “Because now it’s all she talks about.” 

“Awh. Let her be excited, Pike. She just loves you a lot.” You bantered.

He opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling;

“I know. She’s just a passionate lady I guess,” He ended that conversation, beginning a new one; “Speaking of trying...”

You shook your head;

“No, no, no. It literally hasn’t even been an hour since the last time.” You laughed as he sat up and pushed you into the sofa cushions.

“Alright, so this classifies as a round 2.” He cheekily said.

You laughed as he kissed you, your hands going to the waistband of his sweatpants. He stopped for moment to look at you before continuing;

“I love you.” He purred.

“I love you too, P.” 

The kisses continued and the rest of the weekend went by without a hitch. It was a perfectly warm and well deserved break.

A weekend that could warm even the coldest of hearts.