#but shes literally mentioned by name with yaz so she probably should be

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

thinking about river clara and yaz who ive taken to calling bluebeards wives in my head bc im normal and how yaz was the only one who wasnt a puzzle first

[awsydawnarts]

It seems a few of us in the fandom have had the same idea after getting the release date lol. Here are some things I want to see in Camp Cretaceous season 4:

•More of Darius and Kenji’s conflict, them reconciling and ultimately growing as friends and individuals.

•Yasammy. More development, more cuteness, maybe making them official but at least taking steps in that direction.

•Ben and the group missing Bumpy. I know they resolved that plot point last season but that’s really not how losing a pet/friend works. You don’t just say goodbye and never think about them again. I’m not saying make it a huge deal, just a line here or there will do, but I hope they don’t just forget about her.

•More about Brooklynn. We literally do not know the girl’s last name. We know nothing about parents, siblings, friends…NOTHING. The general vague idea floating around the fandom is that Brooklynn’s parents are kinda sucky (they for sure are, anyone who lets their kid get internet famous at her age sucks major ass, I don’t care if the show decides to try a different angle) but it would be interesting to explore the degree of suckyness and if it’s just stupidity or them using her for money/fame.

•The other campers’ families. Ben and Yaz don’t need much I think, just some confirmations on what their parents or siblings if they have any are like to make them feel more fleshed out. Sammy’s already pretty good but could have more. I really want to know about Kenji’s mom but it’s also not super important, since his main parent that he struggles with is his dad. I think it IS kinda important to find out more about Darius’s mom, and also Brand. I want more emphasis on the fact that Darius is still very much a kid, and what better way to do that than exploring his older family members? On that note…

•Darius catching a break. Poor kid’s been running around taking care of people who are in Yaz and Kenji’s case three years older than he is. They touched on it in season one, but that was one scene and a lot has happened since then. I want a whole subplot about him being stressed and overwhelmed and not wanting to be in charge, especially since clearly their escape plan will go wrong somehow and he‘s fighting with Kenji, who’s been pretty much his biggest supporter

•More shippy stuff. Yasammy is about as on its way to being canon as a queer ship in a kids show can be (I stg if they change their minds at the last minute and say they were just friends the whole time…), but what about the other two? I think this next season is really going to be the deciding factor on whether or not they’re happening. I want to say they will, but Darius and Brooklynn are a bit young and Kenji and Ben got practically no focus as a potential couple in season three so idk. •Mantah Corp shenanigans. I don’t even know what to put here since we know so little about them and where that plot point could be headed. That should probably change.

•More dunking on Wu. He probably won’t be in this season, but Brooklynn can roast him behind his back a bit

•More Brooklynn being a sassy little shit to incompetent adults actually, that was fun

•Outfit changes!!! I don’t know where, I don’t know how, but I want Yaz to wear her original concept outfit right noooowwwww!!! Seriously, their old stuff has got to be DISGUSTING at this point, not to mention everyone should be growing out of theirs

•Sammy processing her trauma from the whole getting poisoned thing

•Ben properly processing his trauma from literally everything in the last few months

•Actually all of them have a lot to deal with. Group therapy!

•I liked that Yaz’s ankle started acting up again in season three, that’s realistic for sprains, more of that please!!! Maybe not Yaz specifically, I don’t just want her to suffer, but Ben probably has a few injuries that never got treated properly and Sammy just got stabbed. The poison was obviously the big problem but she did very much get mildly stabbed and hasn’t had any treatment for it

•Another injury of some kind on the same level as Yaz. Someone else messes up an ankle, someone falls on a wrist, maybe a wound or something, idk, but I feel like if they want to keep up the stakes they should remind us that even though the kids can’t die, they‘re still not safe. Probably Brooklynn, Darius, or Kenji since the others have already been hurt in some way, and also any one of them getting injured would further develop Darius and Kenji’s argument

•Trouble finding food. Tiff and Mitch’s boat probably has some stuff, but sooner or later they’re going to run out and then it’s time for scavenging on an island that they’re unfamiliar with the vegetation on. That could go badly

•Darius and Yaz bonding. They’re literally the best friendship dynamic in the show. More of them PLEASE. Also a dynamic that has the benefit of letting Darius be a kid

•More Brooklynn and Darius being friends! Their friendship is so precious, I honestly don’t even care if they get together or not bcs I love them so much just the way they are

•More Ben being friends with the other campers. I might’ve simply forgotten, but has he ever even exchanged meaningful words with Brooklynn and Sammy? I still believe their friendship, so kudos to the show there, but just seeing them interacting would be nice

•Just…more bonding between people who aren’t a the gyrosphere pairs and Darius and Kenji/Darius and Ben! But also…

•More bonding between those exact people!!! I just want everyone to spend time together damn it!

•*chanting* Dave and Roxie! Dave and Roxie! Dave and Roxie!

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Headcanon:

Summary so you don’t have to read the whole thing: 13 spilling the tea on 12’s epic hangover in the Middle Ages... and Pompeii?

“You really did all that? Unbelievable” said Graham, amazed, while roasting marshmallows in the campfire. The Doctor just told them about the time she trolled one her former selves by pretending to be a man named Caecilius in Pompeii “and all this time I thought you were the most decent here” joked. Yaz and Ryan almost chocked on their alien juice (so good they even got a couple of extra bottles to keep in the fridge) (just in case).

They’ve been like that for hours. Listening to each other’s adventures (mostly the Doctor’s) around a campfire in Khet, an inhabited planet covered almost entirely of forests and bioluminescent lakes... perfect for camping. After the incident with the Dalek, the Doctor felt like she owed them a little peace, and camping was the first thing that crossed her mind. Humans love camping... probably.

“In my defense, I was partying” confessed, nostalgic “You should’ve seen me! Playing an electric guitar while standing on a tank in the Middle Ages, and introduced the word dude centuries earlier! That guy... I really loved him”

Sometimes she talked about the white-haired scotchman like she was in love. And Yaz couldn’t tell if she romantically loved him, or just loved being him. The Doctor casually mentioned once she felt more close to him than the others because unlike them, he made sure she felt wanted, and loved. Naturally, that didn’t made much sense to Yaz, how does that work? But if there’s something traveling around time and space has taught her, is this: never question the plot holes.

“I’m literally dying to meet that guy” joked Ryan, pouring himself another glass of alien juice “He sounds like the cool Doctor”

“And I thought the cool Doctor was I!” she laughed, looking at her toes, because she had nowhere to look at.

“Why did you do all that?” Yaz asked. She had no idea of what kind of person the Doctor was before, but she knew this: the Doctor never runs away “It doesn’t sound like you”

“I was...” should I tell them? They have the right to know, after all, they’re traveling with her, and she knows almost every aspect of their lives while they know almost anything about hers. But she also has the right not to tell them: it’s her life. I’m the version they have, the only version that matters “I was scared” 

“Of what?” asked Graham, confused. She’s The Doctor, she’s a badass, she killed a Dalek, what could she ever be afraid of? She’s the goddamn Doctor for Heaven’s sake!

“Dying” oh.

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Heartbeats: Chapter 11

A huge emotional weight hit her all at once, and for a moment she was impossibly happy, sad, angry, afraid, in love, everything she had ever felt, all of this all at once.

Finally, the pain faded. The memories settled in.

And Rose Tyler opened her eyes.

AO3 Chapter 1

Rosie was dying.

She had flicked open the watch, and right away a soft orange glow had filtered out, and then suddenly it had consumed her, pouring information into her head faster than she could process it, and now every cell in her body hurt, her eyes were screwed shut against a blinding light, and this had to be what death felt like. Memories were their way through the pain-- all the things Rosie had dreamed-- standing on a beach while a figure faded away-- racing down a brightly-lit hallway-- and then the names of things, Daleks, Slitheen, and-- and the Doctor. A huge emotional weight hit her all at once, and for a moment she was impossibly happy, sad, angry, afraid, in love, everything she had ever felt, all of this all at once.

Finally, the pain faded. The memories settled in.

And Rose Tyler opened her eyes.

She was still in a sewer. Jane Smith-- no, the Doctor, now-- was still in front of her, fairly close, in fact, hands on her knees, breathing heavily. She could feel her extra heart beating away in her chest, she could feel the Earth spinning beneath her feet. The familiarity of being back in her own mind, with her own memories.

Just when she was almost done adjusting to all this, the Doctor straightened up and grinned.

“Brilliant,” she said. “Nice to see you again, Rose Tyler.”

“You too, Doctor.”

Rose held out a hand, palm-up, and the Doctor took it.

“Ready to save the world?” she asked.

“I’d settle for escaping this sewer,” the Doctor said.

“Baby steps,” Rose said. She glanced around, and her hair immediately fell in her face. “Did you do something with my hair tie?”

The Doctor blinked at her. “With what?”

“Sorry,” Rose said. “It’s not important. Used to get by with loose hair all the time, yeah?”

“That’s good,” the Doctor said, “because everything’s a bit muddled up in my head right about now.”

“Yeah, I know the feeling,” Rose replied with a laugh. “So. Out of the sewer?”

They started walking fairly aimlessly, splashing in the water.

“So I’d guess our four-dimensional creature found us,” Rose said.

“Looks like it,” the Doctor said. “Can’t figure out what it’s up to.”

“If it’s four-dimensional,” Rose said, thinking about all the research she’d done to make her dimension cannon, “couldn’t it sort of-- mess with us? Like how we can write on two-dimensional surfaces.”

The Doctor stopped in her tracks.

“Of course,” she said. “That’s what it’s doing.” She paused. “Doesn’t tell us how to stop it.”

“Suppose that’s another question,” Rose said. “But walking around’s probably not doing us much good.”

“True enough,” the Doctor said.

“But,” Rose added, “if it can mess with our surroundings, why can’t it just mess with us? Just erase us from existence?”

“I suppose it can’t,” the Doctor said. “Must be why it sees us as a threat.”

“Or maybe it doesn’t want to,” Rose said. “Might just want to trap us. Study us.”

“Don’t fancy that,” the Doctor said.

“No,” Rose said. “Me either.”

“Which begs the question,” the Doctor said, fire in her eyes. “What can we do in three dimensions that a four-dimensional creature can’t handle?”

Rose took a step towards the wall of the sewer. She looked up and down, and then she reached out a hand and tapped the wall. It was regular concrete, a little slimy, but otherwise uninteresting. She stepped back.

“Concrete walls,” she said, turning back to the Doctor. “Not much we can do there.” She paused. “Do you think they can hear us? If they’re in another dimension?”

“Good question,” the Doctor said. “I’m thinking about what you said earlier, about how it’s like if we were drawing on a two-dimensional surface. I’ve dealt with two-dimensional creatures, actually. Weird experience. But right now I’m imagining what we can perceive of those creatures.”

“Just what we can see, right?” Rose asked.

“Exactly,” the Doctor said. “But I’m wondering-- what if these creatures can perceive more than just our bodies? They can clearly rewrite our space. What if they can see vibrations?”

“You mean like noise,” Rose said.

“Exactly,” the Doctor said.

“So you think if we just make a lot of noise, it’ll do something?” Rose asked.

“There’s a chance,” the Doctor said. “It might distract them. Everything here wants to be in its regular place; they’re probably using some force to rearrange it. So if we can really bamboozle them, these sewers might turn back to real sewers, which’ll let us escape and buy us time until we can get back to the TARDIS.”

“Suppose there’s no risk,” Rose said. “We could use our--” And then she realized something, and she slapped her forehead. “Oh! We’re both so stupid!”

The Doctor tilted her head, forehead crinkled. “

“What do you mean?”

“We’ve got mobiles,” Rose said. “I was about to suggest we get music up on our phones and blast it as loud as we could, and I suppose we should do that too, but, Doctor, we could literally just phone the others.”

“And tell them what?”

“I don’t know,” Rose said, her phone already halfway out of her pocket. “Find your sonic, maybe. Do something to the TARDIS. Tell them we’ve turned back, at least. If we do the noise thing, they could meet us here, bring speakers. They’re probably mad with worry, anyway.”

“Oh, my sonic,” the Doctor said, breezing past everything else Rose had mentioned. “I miss my sonic. I don’t even know what I did with my sonic.”

“It’s probably in the pocket of your jacket,” Rose said, flipping her phone on. “Someone’ll have it.” The screen lit up with a barrage of notifications-- missed calls and texts from Ryan, Yaz, Graham, and Cleis, plus some cheesy game reminding her her lives had regenerated. Rose took a moment to laugh at the irony of that, and then she tried to remember the passcode to her phone. Fortunately, muscle memory came through where her memory (or Rosie’s memory) wouldn’t. Her thumb tapped out the code, and she called the first name on her “missed calls” list-- Ryan.

He picked up right away and didn’t even give her a moment to say hello.

“Rosie!” he said. “Where are you? We’re all worried.”

“Sorry,” Rose said. “Not much time for an update. We’re somewhere underneath the bus stop by my flat. Can you get here? Tell the others. And bring anything you can that makes noise.”

There was a moment in which Rose was sure Ryan was going to ask more questions, but he just said, “You got it, then,” and hung up.

“Ryan’s on his way,” Rose said to the Doctor, who was rocking back on her heels waiting for Rose. She flicked through her texts, but there was nothing of note-- everyone was worried, which was nice, but not necessarily the most helpful.

“So, noise, then,” the Doctor said, getting out her phone. “Always wanted to get out of a situation by singing.”

Rose laughed.

“I’ll bet you did,” she said. “Just waiting for Broadway to come find you.”

“Oi, I’ve been on Broadway!” the Doctor protested. “Cats, mind, and only to step in for one of the real actors, but still Broadway. Had to fake an accent and everything.”

“You were in Cats?” Rose asked, giggling. But before the Doctor could answer, she made herself stop and shook her head. “Sorry, we’ve got bigger things to worry about. Don’t think you won’t be telling me all about it later, though.”

“Don’t think I’m going to go with Cats right now, though,” the Doctor said. “I mean, if we’re going to be singing.”

“Well, bring out your best,” said Rose, who had just been planning on yelling. She thumbed through her phone until she landed on her favorite alarm tone. “Bit of an echo in these sewers, hopefully that’ll help. Got something on your phone?”

“Human me has horrible music taste,” the Doctor said, making a face.

“Hopefully loud music taste,” Rose said. “Ready?”

“This had better work,” the Doctor said.

“Ready?” Rose asked. She turned her phone volume up to full. She took a deep breath.

And then there was complete chaos. Rose started yelling, her alarm tone blared, the Doctor was belting something vaguely familiar, some pop anthem was coming out of her phone, and all of this was echoing, bouncing off the concrete walls of the sewers. After half a minute or so, the thought rose amid the noise that she should have needed to breathe by now-- respiratory bypass, she remembered. Time Lords could hold their breath longer than humans.

She was just getting to her limit when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head and saw, barely visible in the dim light, a ladder, reaching down from the top of the sewer. She glanced back at the Doctor, who had clearly seen it too, and they both started running, still singing and screaming at the tops of their lungs.

Rose climbed up first, lifting the manhole cover on her shoulders and pushing it out of the way as she clambered onto the street, squinting in the sun. She was still yelling, her phone still blaring, and she saw passersby stare and jump back at all the commotion. She didn’t blame them, considering.

She glanced around, looking for the bus stop. It was a little to the left, filled with staring pedestrians-- but as the Doctor climbed out of the manhole, Rose saw Ryan, Yaz, Graham, and Cleis running towards them, carrying an assortment of things from metal pans to party noisemakers to a boombox to the lyre Cleis had somehow managed to track down. They were saying things, but Rose couldn’t make it out underneath her own noise.

“We have to get back to the TARDIS!” the Doctor yelled, interrupting her song mid-word. “We’re making noise so the creatures can’t detect us!”

She continued her song right where she’d left off, and Yaz glanced between the Doctor and Rose and, absolutely screaming to be heard over them, said, “Doesn’t seem like yelling will make us less detectable!”

“Trust us!” Rose answered, not even taking a breath. “Let’s go! Be loud!”

Ryan turned on the boombox, Cleis started strumming the lyre, Graham banged his pans together, and Yaz blew her noisemakers, and they set off with their din and clatter at a brisk pace-- as fast as they could go without Cleis dropping her lyre or anyone running completely out of breath-- until they were standing in front of the TARDIS.

Rose had vague memories of seeing the TARDIS as Rosie, of thinking nothing of it. Then, the light had gone out of its windows, and it seemed dull and dead-- now, she thought it might be waking up. The light was still out, but Rose could feel the TARDIS’s usual hum in the back of her head.

Of course, the true test was whether it opened when the Doctor didn’t have a key on her.

Rose watched, her thoughts almost blocked out by the complete cacaphony, as the Doctor approached the TARDIS with a desperation in her eyes that in no way matched the jaunty tune she was singing. She touched the door with a gentleness that Rose’s overwhelmed senses could barely process, and a moment later, the door cracked open, and they all piled in, still banging and singing and yelling.

And then the Doctor stopped singing, and everyone else followed suit.

“Should be safe,” the Doctor explained. “For now, at least. Not forever, but that’s just how it is, I suppose. I’ve got to rig something up with the TARDIS. I think I can make a sort of-- time arrow-- that’ll get these guys.”

“Time arrow?” Yaz asked.

“I’m not sure how it’s going to work,” the Doctor said. “I couldn’t get it to happen before. And it’s going to take a great deal of energy, we’ll have to stop off in Cardiff after. But I’m sure the TARDIS can work it out. Hopefully. Well, it’s our best hope, at any rate.” Her concentration gave way to a smile, and she did a little wave. “Anyway. Hello, everybody!”

“So, you guys are, like, back?” Ryan asked.

“Seems like it,” Rose said.

“That’s so weird,” Ryan said. “It’s been months.”

“What happened to Jane and Rosie, then?” Yaz asked.

“They’re part of us,” the Doctor said. “Always will be part of us. Just a much, much smaller part of us. We can talk about it later, no time now.” She launched herself towards the console, looking a little bereft without her usual flapping coat. But as she started flipping switches and throwing levers, she had her usual frenetic energy-- an energy that had been muted in her human self, Rose thought. Suppressed by the uncertainty that came with being human, maybe.

“Do you have any idea what she’s doing?” Graham asked.

Rose shook her head.

“Haven’t been Time Lord that long,” she said.

“What about the noise?” Cleis asked. “What was that for?”

“To sort of block us out,” Rose said. “So that we could escape and get to the TARDIS.” She explained what she and the Doctor had figured out earlier about the creatures they were escaping. The others seemed to understand, or, at least, they pretended to.

“But when did you turn back into yourselves?” Yaz asked.

“We both sort of fell into this sewer,” Rose said. “Through solid concrete. And we’d been having all these dreams about it, so-- Rosie and Jane thought it was time for the others to take over.”

“Did you at least kiss first?” Ryan asked, and Yaz elbowed him. He gave her a look, then looked back to Rose. “Well, did you?”

Rose blushed.

“Don’t see how it’s your business,” she said.

“Hey!” Ryan said. “I spent too long wingmanning for my efforts to go to waste. The two of you were being proper stupid.”

Rose rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, fine, just before we turned back,” she said. “And anyway, I’m not the only one with drama, Yaz-and-Cleis!”

“Sorry, what?” Ryan asked.

Just then, the Doctor called from the console, “Might need some help, you lot!”

“We are talking about this later,” Ryan said as everybody ran over to the Doctor. She started shouting instructions, and moments later everyone had a hand on a lever or a finger on a button or an eye on a monitor. The Doctor threw another switch, and everything flashed white. Rose screwed her eyes shut, feeling the smooth cold metal of the knobs she was holding in her hands, listening as the TARDIS screeched and groaned and then, finally, was silent.

Rose opened her eyes.

The TARDIS was entirely dark. Nearly every light had gone out; she could see the others in a feeble glow from the central crystal. The Doctor was looking at the crystal like she was waiting for something with bated breath. Rose couldn’t tell what, but then she jumped back and yelled as a blinding pain ripped through her head, leaving her just a little dizzy.

“Are you all right?” Yaz asked at Rose’s side.

“Fine,” Rose said. “What was that?”

The Doctor was still standing at the TARDIS, looking just a little paler than before.

“Sorry,” she said. “Would’ve warned you, only I didn’t know it’d do that.”

“What did you do?” Rose asked.

“Time arrow,” the Doctor said. “You and I could feel it because of our time senses-- it’s ripping through the fabric of time to get to those creatures. We’re going to have to come back and play clean-up later, but it’s going to take more from the TARDIS.”

“Do we have enough to get to Cardiff?” Rose asked.

“Should be all right,” the Doctor said. “It’s only a hop.”

“What’s in Cardiff?” Yaz asked.

“What is Cardiff?” Cleis asked.

“City in Wales,” the Doctor said. “It’s got a great big time rift right through it. All this energy for the TARDIS to feed on. And we’ve got just enough to get there, as long as we’re really gentle about it. Rose, fancy helping?”

“‘Course,” Rose said. “Tell me what you need.”

“Just get the stabilizers?” the Doctor said.

With a jolt, Rose realized she actually knew what the Doctor meant by that. She moved around Yaz and took hold of a lever, easing it into place as the TARDIS began a weak imitation of its usual noise. Rose almost wanted to cry, hearing it, feeling the TARDIS’s Herculean effort in the back of her mind.

She had forgotten about her time senses in the moments after becoming Time Lord again, but now she could feel the time vortex around them, the subtle shift of Sheffield, then Cardiff, seconds later. The TARDIS’s groan faded, and the group piled out onto the streets.

“Should be fine, then,” the Doctor said. “Takes 72 hours to recharge, then we’ll go back to Sheffield, see if our arrow worked.”

“How are we going to know?” Graham asked.

“I’ll be able to sense it,” the Doctor said.

“And if we make it here for 72 hours,” Rose added, “I’d guess it probably worked, wouldn’t you, Doctor?”

“Also that,” the Doctor said. “But now we’ve got time to kill. Who wants chips?”

And she slipped her hand into Rose’s, and together they started walking, feeling just a little lighter for the relief of this whole ordeal being over.