#burnsyourhand

[watsonofagun]

continued with @burnsyourhand 

How fun it was to enter the pathologist’s lab and, instead of finding Sherlock as he hoped since losing him, find an old man keeling over. The former army doctor’s first instinct was of course to grab him and help him up, an “I’ve got you!” leaving his lips as he searched him for any ill sign that prompted his near collapse.   Actually, the clothes he was wearing sure didn’t look like he belonged to the hospital staff.

          “---Sorry? December is a month---a charger?”

John looked around himself, one hand still holding the stranger by the elbow as if afraid he was going to tilt over if he did. He looked at the phone, and then around himself.

          “Er, there, plugged into the computer, think that should           charge your phone. Do you work here?”

[ohbrilliiant]

some positivity for burnsyourhand please!!💓

Send me a url (or your own!) and I’ll shower them with love and affection!

@burnsyourhand

honestly, if I were to use my entire day to list the reasons why I love peter, it wouldn’t be enough time. we weirdly made our blogs for our respective doctors around the same time period and followed each other on a whim, and I cannot fully express how absolutely blessed I am to have them as a part of my life. the sheer amount of passion and love they put into twelve is so inspiring and their writing makes me want to cry, it’s so incredibly beautiful. I love peter so damn much, everything from their characterization to their kind, amazing, brilliant, wonderful soul—they’re one of the most awe-inspiring humans I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. I love them so very much and I just want them to know how admired and loved they are in this little community

[duccorde]

burnsyourhand

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send me a url & i’ll say my favourite thing about that blog

( i only have good things to say about this blog always ! followed peter’s portrayal since the beginning on another blog of mine & never have i ceased loving everything about this blog , the writing , the portrayal & the mun ! truly such a credit to twelve … if it not actually the doctor choosing to rp as himself as a hobby ??? xD sorry i jest , but it shows how brilliantly twelve is portrayed in all aspects of writing & in the commentary given , ooc or ic , & in the headcanons / metas ! i can’t choose a single favourite thing , well actually i’ll say this blog is a favourite , encompassing the whole scope of it into my single favourite ! )

[lastfulcrum]

@burnsyourhand

       TAKING HIS FRUSTRATION OUT on the older man was something he had learned would do nothing but make him talk in circles and enigmas until he felt like he was losing his mind ; so he bites his tongue in a manner that makes him even more frustrated -- tugging off the imperial uniform they had been using as a disguise and not casting a care as he dropped it to one side of the doctor’s console room so that he didn’t have to feel it on his skin anymore; almost making him feel like HE wanted to crawl out of his skin.      “ -- was there a point to any of that?” he asks, gesturing vaguely to the male before to the towering center of the console room. “gallivanting through the heart of the empire’s greatest weapon? what was that, just fun for you and your SHIP to put us through, or --?”

[destinybittenarchive]

 @twelvetm continued from a while ago

MAYBE  SHE  REMEMBERS  BEING  HIM   .  maybe  she  remembers  this  moment  &&  how  lonely  right  now  he  feels  .  how  tired  he  is  at  this  point  .  he  closed  his  eyes  for  a  moment  , feeling  her  arms  around  his  shoulders  .  how  does  he  find  the  strength  to  keep  going  ?  he  doesn’t  know  .  he  doesn’t  want  to  know  .  after  all  ,  what  could  else  was  there  to  HURT  him  with  ?  what  else  could  the  universe  do  to  him  ?  maybe  from  here  on  in  , there  was  kindness .  maybe  missy  would  be  good  .  maybe  he  would  see  river  again  .  maybe  he  would  remember  clara  .  the  doctor  pulled  away  .  his  face  stern  but  his  eyes  soft  though  .  ‘ you  can’t  be  here .  ’  he  said  finally  .

Yes, she remembers. Oh, does she remember. And it hurts. It hurts to remember but it’s also important. It’s important for her to carry her past selves with her. To honor them. To remember all of who they were. And that means the sad parts too. The parts that hurt. So she hugs her past self. That must be some kind of paradox but right now she doesn’t care. She just wants to offer some comfort if she can. “I know.” She does, too. Meeting herself isn’t something she does often. In fact, she tries to avoid it. And has been successful so far. She never imagined she’d meet one of her past selves this soon. But in a way she’s glad she had. 

[classifiedborn]

GRANT LANCASTER STILL HAD MUCH TO LEARN  .    everything had a use    ,   everything was important  ,   &    to say anything didn’t have a reason or use was was simply arrogance. arrogance   ,    that could be corrected   ,  but all the same, the road wouldn’t be easy -  not even for him. the realization of the truth of the small marble was stunning    -   even for him  .  there was something about it that made him in   AWE  ,    but even then   ,    it didn’t last long   .     n o  t h i n g     did when it was clear he’d been in the wrong  .   thankfully   ,  he was going to opt to correct that mistake    ( when��  &    if he ever got  the chance  )   .

upon the marble being returned to him, he stared at it for several moments   .     watching   &    waiting for something to happen  .     his mind raced with the idea that there was something more here    -    maybe with  everything. he just had been far too blind to see it before   .      ‘    just like you can change    AFTER   making mistakes.    you can move on     &   ACCEPT    what has wrong    &   change it    .   ’      maybe he was thinking too much into the situation, but he thought that maybe there was some hope yet     .     even for him -    no especially for him.  ‘    if you get the chance that is.  ’

// @burnsyourhand xxx

[waywardfeathered]

@burnsyourhand liked for a doctor who canon dialogue starter!

       “Everything ends.”

[tcrdisary-a]

can you talk about bills education? clearly she was smart so why did she never go for college or university? what was her ambitions? did she have any? or were they stamped out at an early age? did she ever want to have a career? what was her life plan like for herself? what did she ever picture herself doing?

I touched on it briefly here but let us go a little more in depth shall we?

Bill had the average education that most kids in the UK have - nursery, reception, primary, secondary, and college. but for now we’re going to mostly focus on secondary school and college.

secondary:

( this is going based off of my secondary school, and how the system was at the time since the system has changed a bit since )

for each subject there were sets that went from 1 - 5. one being the top students, five being the lowest. they would usually fluctuate through the fives years that the school is attended. 

throughout secondary bill often ranged from set 1 to set 2 because yeah, she’s a smart kid and excels where she tries.

around year 9 (3rd year) is when teachers start focusing more on GCSEs (final exams at the end of the 5th year) and going on about college. and college, for most teens, is the natural progression from secondary school. and bill, seeing no reason why she shouldn’t, went to college.

she did rather well in her GCSEs - lowest grade probably being a D, but she had enough A’s and B’s to get into the college courses she wanted.

college:

( again, going based off of my experiences )

now college usually lasts three years, depending on how long the course is and how many courses you take (the amount depending on the college’s system)

in college she took A level History, A level Maths, and for a bit of fun, AS level Creative Writing. and she enjoyed them all, really. got some good experiences out of college trips and even had a first kiss with a girl in her History class called Shauna.

when students get mid-way through their final year, tutors push at UCAS (where universities/university courses are applied for) but, as previously stated, Bill wasn't necessarily surrounded by people who encouraged Higher Education and that affected Bull’s thoughts on going to university. oh, it’s too expensive. oh, it would be better to get a job and start paying my way. - those were the general thoughts she had.  so A levels collected (got an A, B, B, in all those), Bill went straight into finding work.

HAD she gone to university Bill would have either studied History (though I am currently unsure of what history she would study specifically), taken a foundation level science course for undergraduates, or gone to do something in Media (production etc.). 

as she got older the idea of university became, you know, more interesting - she had some money saved, could adjust her work shifts - but there was always an anxiety there. so that’s why bill takes the job in the canteen, to get an understanding of what her local uni is like before fully committing to that decision. and then she hears about the weird professor and sneaks into his lectures, under that same excuse, and then just decides to stay because, hey, it’s close enough.

[hawkinsninth-a]

@burnsyourhand from x

She’s quick to hide the flash of irritation that crosses her face at his question; he’s always like this, she knows that, but doesn’t he understand that she cares about him? That she worries? He doesn’t get to dismiss the fact that she can practically feel the pain bouncing around the console room.

“Only if you drop me off at a hospital,” she says, ignoring any protest as she drops her backpack and moves swiftly to the stairs, unwilling to let the Doctor deflect his way out of the conversation. “What happened? Let me help.”

[impossiiblegiirl]

                ❝  PICK  UP...    COME  ON,  PICK  UP,  pick  up...  ❞          Scarlet  painted  lips  bent  down  into  a  frown  as  she  bounced  lightly,  rising  and  falling  on  her  toes.     Chestnut  gaze  flitted  from  side  to  side  as  fingers  picked  at  her  arm,  Clara  praying  out  to  the  universe  for  the  Doctor  to  pick  up  his  damn  phone.     Of  her  own  making,  the  situation  nevertheless  aggravated  and  he,  whether  she  wished  to  acknowledge  or  not,  remained  her  last  hope.     When  the  ringtone  pinged  yet  again  in  her  ear,  eyes  shot  upwards  as  she  huffed  out  her  annoyance.     What  would  be  the  point  in  giving  her  his  number  if  he  never  picked  up?

                AS  THE  LINE  CLICKED  INTO  LIFE,  her  sigh  of  relief  echoed  into  the  microphone,  words  urgently  spilling.           ❝  When  I  call,  I  expect  you  to  answer,  Doctor!     What  if  Zygons  attacked  or...  or  something!  ❞          Unable  to  create  another  scenario  to  scold  the  Time  Lord,  lips  easily  pursed  with  her  miffed  feelings,  yet  the  reason  she  called  loomed  large  in  her  mind.          ❝  I  need  you  to  be  my  date.  ❞          ——    @burnsyourhand

[faerietaled]

THE QUIET LIFE ISN'T FOR HER , but rory enjoys it. he's a doctor now , doctor williams , but it leaves her home on her own , and it's so boring. she's taken to taken fictional writing classes at the university ; her adventures with the doctor had given her plenty of stories to write about. they don't need to know they a majority of them are based on truth.

she's heading towards her car when she picks up the familiar hum of the tardis. honestly , the scot hadn't expected to see the doctor again. it's been months. notebooks clutched to her chest as she follows the sound, pace picking up gradually. she can't exactly contain the excitement of seeing her best friend again.

but the man that steps out of the familiar box isn't. she waits , but the door closes and no one else follows suit. panic swells up in her chest , and she moves closer , concern making each step that much more determined. free hand reaches out for his arm , because if the doctor is hurt , she'll need to help him.

" where's the doctor? " // @burnsyourhand

[ohbrilliiant]

when you and @burnsyourhand decide that twelve and thirteen would hardcore be winnie the pooh characters

[duccorde]

♡ ♢

· .  ✩  meme  ‣  @burnsyourhand​status ┊ accepting !

what say you ?

♡ - I love everything about your blog. Just EVERYTHING ♢ - You’re one of my favorite blogs.

( asdfghjkl ! i think you misplaced those symbols because they belong to you !! you’re one of my favourite blogs & i love everything about your blog ! truly ! i know you get this a lot , but you are so very very twelve ! your writing of him is incredible , every avenue of it , whether it be dialogue , description , thought or action ; it is precisely twelve ! also your headcanons / metas / commentary about twelve all are so very on point for him , they provide such insights into him or his reasoning / actions , or thoughts. it’s brilliant , you are brilliant ! truly so , & such a credit to twelve in your writing of him ! thank you so much for these symbols , i wish i could accurately express my thanks because this is such a kind & amazing compliment. i may be grinning like an idiot right now , whilst making the actual noise of ‘asdfghjkl’ , just thank you so very much ! )

[tesrqt]

|| @burnsyourhand continued from x

         This man must be m a d, or something worse. As he frantically moved around from              console to switches and to everything in between she began to worry about not only his sanity but her safety. Was it best she was in this place with her. Whatever this place was. Crossing her arms she rolls her eyes “yes honestly, if it wasn’t important then but was going to be at some point it would have been w i s e r to tell me so I could prepare.” Groaning she looked around “what in the nine realms is going on! Why are you freaking out so much, and what I want you to say is that you made a bad call in not sharing with me. Sometimes you must tell people things in order for things to go smoother! Because I don’t know about you but this doesn’t seem to be going well.”

[lastfulcrum-a]

@burnsyourhand || plotted starter.

   at least his ship had the decency ( DECENCY! he was thinking as if the ship could think for itself ) to land them in what seemed to be a supply closet -- the walls too clean, the scent that entered his senses making his skin crawl in a way that made him far too aware that they were somewhere imperial the second that they stepped outside the tardis doors.   and he flinches as he does so, the ship behind them beginning to groan and wheeze before slowly fading into nothingness ; leaving them alone in the small room as if there had never been a ship there in the first place.   the captain is frowning deeply -- reaching his hand out where the blue box had been moments prior as if to affirm that it truly had just DISAPPEARED. “your ship is possibly the most advanced piece of technology i’ve ever seen -- and it’s STILL the worst ship i’ve even been on,” he muses bitterly. “it’s taken us to an imperial ship--” oh, if only he knew WHAT imperial ship -- ...

[affordedupgrade]

✦･ﾟ･ﾟ﹡ @burnsyourhand 

                              ❝   oh,  it's  just  you,    ❞   exasperation  had  captured  her  tones,  piercing  gaze  rising,  only  to  drop  back  down  to  the  screen  before  her.  it  wasn't  often  people  were  BRAVE  enough  to  step  into  her  office  UNANNOUNCED,  in  fact,  she  was  in  the  utmost  certain  that  he  was  the  ONLY  one  whom  ever  had.  she  had  a  reputation  that  preceded  her,  after  all.  scary  eyes,  a  HARSH  accent  &&  the  inability  to  give  a  fuck  about  what  anyone  else  thought  of  her.  yes,  professor  marsaili  oakdown  was  a  formidable  force  despite  her  petite  stature.  &&  there  wasn't  many  whom  were  stupid  enough  to  cross  her  path  that  left  UNSCATHED  &&  that,  that  was  just  the  way  she  liked  it.  it  was  a  rather  effective  way  of  keeping  people  away  from  her.  MOST  PEOPLE,  anyway.  he  kept  coming  back  no  matter  how  many  times  that  she,  rather  ABRUPTLY,  told  him  to  do  the  opposite  on  more  than  one  occasion. 

                              it  was  only  then  that  her  attention  drew  back  to  the  other,  whom  she  ALMOST  forgot  was  even  standing  there  for  a  moment.  ❝   well,  go  on  then,  what  the  fuck  d'you  want  ??    ❞   harsh  glaswiegan  tones  slipped  her  lips,  gaze  once  again  rising  to  meet  the  of  the  other's,  annoyance  seeping  'cross  the  expanse  of  her  features  as  she  waited  for  his  reply.  &&  whilst  she  came  to  doubt  that  it  was  anything  of  IMPORTANCE,  it  was  a  welcome  distraction  from  the  work  that  currently  sat  before  her,  still  waiting  to  be  done.  for  even  she  had  to  ADMIT  that  he  was  the  only  one  that  had  ever  come  close  to  matching  her  ATTITUDE,  her  rather  foul  language,  he  was  marginally  more  INTERESTING  than  anyone  else  in  this  dull,  dead  end  place.  a  admirable  sparring  partner,  if  nothing  else.  a  good  challenge,  a  toy  to  play  with,  for  that,  that  was  as  good  as  she  was  going  to  get,  especially  around  here.