#The Runaway Series

[mickmathersartblog]

"The Runaway Makes it to the Dystopian Future"

digital collage & digital painting by Mick Mather

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[neitherofusideal]

The wife, was in fact, not aware enough.

[yet-another-wlw-shipper]

New horror-themed GL series! 😃

[girlsloveupdates]

[lemonboyjosten]

[twolovelyberries]

a man can only have so many issues. it is just a phone.

[melikes-reads]

Nick and Charlie watching the Doctor Who Christmas special at Christmas...

And not just any Christmas special, but The Runaway Bride.

The Doctor and Donna.

David Tennant and Catherine Tate at their finest.

Well done, Heartstopper.

Well done, indeed.

[brokenpieces-72]

Graves Circumstance

Part 1 | Navigation

TW: violence against reader, runaway reader, mentions of abuse let me know if I should include anything else

Graves was on the road, taking some long needed leave. He was tired and had some Shadows who needed some assistance and wanted some leave themselves. Graves was on the road from helping one of his boys with moving his family. The Shadow couldn’t pay for his help, but his wife made cookies, and honestly that was payment enough.

The dark road ahead and the cloudy sky above, it wasn’t perfect, but it was bad enough to make his way home. Surrounding him were trees and snow, thankfully no wind yet. He didn’t mind driving in the winter, the truck could take it.

As he continued driving he spotted a figure on the road, walking rather oddly. They were wrapped in a blanket, and it looked rather chilly, with their legs bare and barefooted. Their feet shuffled and stepped like an amateur on a balance beam. The next town wasn’t for a few miles yet. Wait were those cuts on their legs? As he got closer he slowed down somewhat. Once he passed them he checks his side mirror and practically slammed on the brakes.

Graves got out of his truck and the figure stopped, trembling and shivering.

“Hello?” He called. The figure didn’t move, stopped walking too. He kept his distance, and had a hand on his gun. “My name is Phillip Graves, do you need help?”

The figure turned their head, as if contemplating if they should flee back into the woods where god knows what could happen. Especially with the weather being this cold and the bandages over their eyes. Graves could see their feet are pale white and likely in a lot of pain if they weren’t already numb.

“A-are you a cop?” You asked.

“Uh…” Graves hesitation made you step back. “Not exactly. I’m military. I can get you somewhere safe though. Out here there will be more trouble.”

“…promise?” You asked.

“I’m gonna approach you, and take your hand. Get you into my truck and take you to a motel or a police station.”

“…do you promise?” You asked, fear in your voice, stepping back.

“I promise to help you. I’ll help you get somewhere safe, somewhere you can be taken care of, given proper clothes and medical help.” Graves explained. Something or someone did this to you. To make it even more sick you were left out in the middle of the freezing cold with just a thin blanket.

You shuffled towards where you heard his voice. Graves meets the gap, communicating his actions as he led you into the back seat of his truck. Before taking off though he warned you he was getting something from the back. He shut the door, went to the trunk to get some clothes for you out of his bag and then returned to the backseat. He opened the door and found you cowering in the corner. You cried out at the sound of the door opening.

“Hey hey, it’s okay. It’s okay!” Graves tells you. He explains that he got you clothes to put on, not wanting you to walk into a police station with only a blanket. Once again you asked him to promise, and he goes the extra mile to lead your flinching hand to feel the clothes. You were relieved and he gave you some privacy to get them on. If you needed a belt he could find one of his. The clothes would be oversized but it was what he had. You thanked him and got into the clothes while he waited outside.

Graves knocked to see if you were ready and he could come in. He doesn’t go straight to the front seat, instead he checks that your seat belt is on and your blanket is still around you. You were freezing, the blanket would keep hopefully reduce your shivering. Graves asks if he can check for any injuries. You hold out your arm, and he finds precise almost methodical scarring. When he tries to roll up the sleeve further you tense, and he stops. Doctors could help you.

“Alright, you ready to go?” He asked. You nodded. “Got any allergies?”

“N-no?” You answered. You can hear rustling, and he takes your hand placing something into your palm. It feels familiar in way.

“My employee’s wife makes some pretty good cookies. You look like you haven’t eaten much.” He said before shutting the door, and getting to front seat. The heat was turned up high as you pulled your feet up on to the seat. You were hesitant with the cookie, and Graves could see it in the rear view mirror. The main question in his mind: What happened to you?

Graves wasn’t expecting any of this. Hell he called up some of his boys to see if they could ask around about you, see if any missing persons reports came up anywhere. To add to the brighter side, the bandages could be removed from your eyes. They’d healed from whatever damage had been inflicted, and your sight was returned to you. You could see the damage done to you. You gave a long statement to the police but plenty of their questions were answered with “I’m not sure” or “I don’t know”.

The officers were patient, but without proper answers to give you felt overwhelmed. You felt like you were making it all up, like it was some insane nightmare. At one point the officer asking you questions, gave you a minute to process everything, cry it out until you got your answers straight. Graves had left to make the calls to his men. When he came back he went straight to finding the guy who made you have so much doubt. He didn’t hesitate to bark at the officer about it, requesting a different officer come fall to you, one that wasn’t running five 12 hour shifts in a row. You asked Graves if he could stay with you while answering the questions. Honestly Graves had planned to drop you off, make sure you gave your statement, give his own and then leave. Right now you didn’t look like you had a friend in the world. He wasn’t about to walk away.

Hearing everything you had gone through, he doesn’t blame you for memory gaps or difficulty getting the words out. The way you’d been treated made went beyond inhumane. Learning how you got the scars on your arms made his stomach churn. He was glad he’d found you when he did. Graves went an extra step and offered his hand to squeeze if you needed it.

By the end of the whole thing you got treated for any remaining wounds, received some new clothes, and are fed a proper meal. Graves only left a few times to make phone calls, trying to track down any relatives or friends that might have been looking for. He was empty handed.

When he came back in for the fifth time or so the desk officer explained to him that you had two options, stay in a motel or at the police station. Staying in a police station wouldn’t really be comfortable especially one in a small town like this. A motel would be more comfortable but you would need some protection. Graves got you by yourself for a short while to ask what you want. You preferred the motel. Could Graves stay with you?

Any other time Graves would probably have said no. It’s not his thing, if the cops can do it, let them. In this case, he didn’t want to let you stay on your own. Right now, you needed someone close by you could trust, because everytime someone passed behind you, your head would whip around to see who it was. You did double takes for every stranger that came within a five foot radius.

You and Graves are given the basics about the investigation. You would lead them to where you came from, try to retrace your steps and they’d get the dogs out to search. It wouldn’t be easy, but they would try. This of course would happen the next day, because you were still terrified, and didn’t want to go anywhere near where you had come from. Where ever that had been.

You had time to think about it, and you would need some basic amenities, maybe a nice shower or bath, some more food, and a proper night’s rest. Graves had a feeling the last item would have complications, but is willing to go with you into town while a motel room is arranged. You feel safer with Graves. You’ve been with him the longest so far, and you’d already put a lot of trust in him just getting into his truck while blind.

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[thedevilsofcarthya]

love reading the ascendance series when i’m having a bad day cause no matter what kind of day i’m having, jaron is having a worse one

[vincent35169]

I wanna make some friends on here so I’m tagging my interests

[mickmathersartblog]

"The Runaway Going Further on Down the Road"

digital collage & digital painting by Mick Mather

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[creationverseblog]

I decided to make my main oc's as the main protagonists of Little Nightmares. I thought it would be cute and adorable for them since I ship six and Mono together along with Alek and Jamie. @prometheus2007

Alek - Mono

Jamie - Six

Kimi - Low

Sukie - Alone

Kyle - Seven/Runaway Kid

[leikeliscomet]

“But We Love Martha Jones!” - The Doctor Who Fandom’s Selective Memory of Racism

Chapter 1 - Everybody Hates Martha

Contrary to now popular Whovian belief, no, the fandom didn’t like Martha at first. In fact, most Martha praise wouldn't come until years after her exit. The issue came from the “Rose shadow” of RTD1. Rose’s traumatic exit hit Ten like a truck and this echoed throughout The Runaway Bride. The episode beautifully covers the stages of grief; his denial as he forgets he can’t have another Christmas on the Powell Estate; his anger at the Racnoss; his bargaining as he reminisces good times with Rose; his depression knowing her can’t get her back and eventual acceptance - ending the episode with a solemn “her name was Rose”. On paper, this was the perfect closure Ten needed for Rose and a lovely way to say goodbye to her even in her absence. But her shadow still covered the rest of S3 and S4. And not in a good way.

From the jump Ten tells Martha she could never replace her but mind you, Martha never claimed she would, but the fandom acted like she did and was. Her presence is mentioned throughout S3: the “not that you’re replacing her” in Smith and Jones; the “Rose would know” in Shakespeare Code; Ten taking Martha to the New New York slums in Gridlock when Rose got “glitter and cocktails”; the ink drawing of Rose popping out of Ten’s subconscious through John Smith in Human Nature/Family of Blood to Jack and Ten’s convo about her in Utopia to even the Master in Last of the Time Lords, calling Martha useless for not absorbing the Time Vortex like a certain companion. Can you guess who she is? Martha to this day is the only companion to be treated as the rebound to a previous companion and this bled into the fandom. Despite Donna’s growth in Partners in Crime working so well because of her growth after The Runaway Bride, it was still a common sentiment to “wish we went straight from Rose to Donna”. The S4 writing didn’t help Martha’s case either. Ten tells Donna about the crush and other “complications” while conveniently leaving out the mixed signals he sent to her. Plus, he admits his mistakes to well… Donna, and not to Martha’s face despite sharing three whole episodes with her. Martha spent those episodes being a host to a Sontaran clone and being kidnapped by the Hath so the “I’m sorry for underestimating you and comparing you to my previous companion, Martha Jones” never came out of Ten’s mouth. The show’s insistence on Martha as the “failed Rose replacement” gave the fandom great excuses to attack her and welcome a mountain of bad faith criticism that haunts Martha Jones discussions to this day.

It doesn’t matter Martha saved the Doctor with CPR in her debut episode, used the Gamma Strike to defeat the pig men on the spot, saved John Smith, Joan and the rest of the village from the Family of Blood despite how racist they all were towards her, came up with the right word to banish the Carrionites on the spot, got the DNA sample needed from Lazarus and distracted him for Ten, got the 42 crew to dump the sun particles in the fuel, warned Ten about Yana’s watch and most importantly, stayed alive in one of humanity’s most hellish years to restore the Doctor and defeat the Master - she was incompetent.

It doesn’t matter Martha never attacked, belittled or actually insulted Rose but was rather tired of being put down for her instead, or the fact Rose within minutes of seeing Martha said “I was here first” and “Who is she?” with disgust - Martha was jealous and bitter.

It doesn’t matter Ten kissed her for a DNA sample despite her cheek, forehead and hand being available, knew about Martha’s crush and still acted oblivious post-Smith and Jones, hugged her then blamed her for said hug, lied to her about Gallifrey but told Rose the truth in her 2nd episode, called her a novice and literally screamed in her face in Utopia - Martha 100% to blame for the failed TenMartha friendship but not our unproblematic fave Ten.

It doesn’t matter Ten was willing to protect and travel with Donna in The Runaway Bride minutes after losing Rose and Eleven having no issue welcoming Clara after watching another version of her, Amy and Rory die in front of him - Martha had to be belittled by Ten because of grief. 

It doesn’t matter Rose and Donna, then Amy and Clara in the Moffat era would need supernatural intervention to gain their titles, or that Rose and Donna needed Ten’s help a few times in their series - Martha had no agency. 

It doesn’t matter Ten fell in love with Rose, Madame de Pompadour, Joan Redfern, Queen Elizabeth I, River Song, Astrid Peth AND Lady Christina, or RTD1’s insistence of (heterosexual) romance being the most human trait of humanity (which is a whole other conversation) - Martha’s romantic feelings were a flaw she needed to correct.

It doesn’t matter Rose, Amy and Clara would fall in love with the Doctor to the point of being willing to abandon their families for him, forcibly kissing him or trying to be him - Martha was the clingy one.  It doesn’t matter Professor Yana’s drumbeat began before he met the gang because it was Martha’s fault the Master came back too apparently. Remember little Tim Latimer stealing the fob because it was reaching out to him? The fans didn’t because Martha was blamed for losing the fob too! Martha’s not a flawless person but it can’t be denied Martha was critiqued for moments that were out of her control. From various nuanced plot points where she was a victim of circumstance to lacking hindsight she literally couldn't have had because she wasn’t in S1/S2, to being disliked for doing the exact same things her white female counterparts did, it’s highly unlikely the Martha Hate Train was born from constructive criticism.

<- Intro Chapter 2 ->

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The runaway trio

[mickmathersartblog]

"The Runaway Looks Back at the Old Stone House"

digital collage & digital painting by Mick Mather

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[nickpeppermint]

I know people really REALLY want Mother 1 plushies, and i think Teddy plush would go HARD but

If Runaway Five can make it to become plushies, can we PLEASE also get Tony plush too? 🥺🥺🥺

Jeff plush needs a company, c'mon guys

Also i noticed that all plushies have to come with someone else in a pack, so if this is a requirement, you might as alongside Tony throw Dr Andonuts + Bubble Monkey, and call it "Jeff's faves" special set