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[kits-ships]

olive fucking dies.docx

summary: olive fucking dies. sorry. (2249 wordcount)

content/trigger warnings: ANGST. gunshot wounds, blood, death (of olive AND jack, but hes fine)

other notes: i made up everything about the aliens in this fic. none of it is canon i just went ham lots of face squishing. also its the 12th doc :)

Pressing herself flat against the wall, Olive gasped for air to soothe her burning lungs. 

“Who are they?” she asked in a harsh, breathless whisper. Despite her panic, she turned and glanced over at her husband, running her hands over his shoulders and ensuring that he hadn’t been harmed. His chest was heaving as well, but it wouldn’t take long for him to recover. The gray-haired man ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

“Eos.” he stated, still gathering his thoughts regarding their predicament. “They’re, uh, a very territorial species known for their experience with poisons and such.” Getting on his knees, he poked his nose around the corner and watched as the lanky humanoids poked and prodded at the limp body of Jack Harkness. Sure, they knew he would eventually recover, but some of the Doctor still ached with the knowledge that he couldn’t help the man. “They used to live on Martire 4, but there was a huge spat with the other race-” Olive pressed her palms against his cheeks and squished his face slightly, watching him with widened eyes and a small frown. 

“What do they do and how do we survive?” the redhead nearly begged. She kept her eyes trained on the Time Lord, hoping she wouldn’t grow any more afraid if she kept her eyes on her husband. While she trusted that they would get out of this, the gangly, monstrous creatures a few dozen feet away from them were beginning to freak her out, and she could only pray that their eight beady eyes wouldn’t spot her too quickly. The Doctor grimaced, hesitated, and tilted his head from side to side in an attempt to ease the guilt of delivering bad news.

“Well, they use a poison from the Tith plant to gain a sort of control over their enemies' minds-” He began, feeling uneasy as she hurriedly nodded along. “And they use that enemy to kill the others.” Olive, her lips slightly parted, shook her head.

“That’s not how plants work!” she protested, curling her knees closer to her chest. The Doctor mirrored her.

“On Earth!” came the man’s retort. The redhead let out a sigh and peered around the wall of the storage room. Jack’s wide figure was now standing upright and facing the Eos; expressionless as he listened to the hushed orders they hissed to him. Though she’d never been particularly uncomfortable around the Captain, Olive was quickly becoming increasingly aware of just how tall he was. That, combined with his broad shoulders and heavy trench coat, suddenly made the once charismatic and amicable man terrifying.

“He’s up.” she managed to breathe out as she pressed herself closer to the wall. The Doctor nodded knowingly. 

“He’s up,” he repeated before pulling her out of the doorway and closer to his side. Olive whipped her head around to meet his gaze and grabbed his shoulders yet again. His nose was nearly pressed against hers, and she was sure that he could feel her rapid, labored breaths against his skin, but there was no room for awkwardness between the couple; this wasn’t their first dance with death, after all. Her eyes widened, and she leaned forward, silently begging for him to explain whatever plan he was brewing in his head. The girl hoped to whoever would listen that she wouldn’t have to run anywhere - her ankles throbbing - but she knew it was inevitable. 

“Well, assuming that the Eos walk away to let Jack do the work for them, we could make a run for the TARDIS.” He paused and exhaled. “It would be dangerous, though.”

“Everything is dangerous with you.” Olive teased, letting her hands move to his collar so that she could straighten it out. “But what about Jack? Are we just going to let him follow us?”

“Exactly!” The Time Lord said with a slight grin, squeezing her cheeks together before rising to his feet. He was getting ready to peek around the doorway once again, but his wife’s confused and slightly upset gaze made him pout in return. “What?” the man asked and squatted back down to squish her face once again; almost as if he hadn’t done it enough the first time around. “Just stay behind me.” He said with a reassuring grin. “The Tith poison will make him as dumb as a doorknob.”

 As his accent made her laugh, his hands met hers, and he pulled the redhead to her feet. She didn’t know that it was a teeny-tiny fib meant to make her feel better, but he knew that she had unwavering faith in him. After all, they’d survived all their adventures in the past, so she trusted him. She had no reason to not to.

With a deep breath, the duo peeked around the corner and let out a sigh of relief when they saw Jack standing in the middle of the room, seemingly confused. He turned almost robotically as he scanned the room and analyzed every possible entrance before spinning on his heel to explore the far side of the docking bay. 

“He doesn’t look as dumb as a hammer.” Olive whispered. The man behind her grimaced momentarily and stumbled to find a response.

“Okay, so, change of plans; we sneak closer, then run to the TARDIS.” The Doctor announced before dropping to the ground. The human behind him wanted to make a comment about his elderly bones possibly cracking and alerting their drugged companion, but she kept her mouth shut. With her amount of joint issues, she was the one who had to worry about her body snapping, crackling, and/or popping on their newly obtained stealth mission. The redhead sighed and crouched behind her lover.

On their hands and knees, the couple looked like children as they shuffled a few meters to the left, letting an old, discarded shipment of miscellaneous, alien goods act as their cover. The sounds of footsteps continued fading away on the other side of the vast room and Olive let out a sigh of relief. She knew there was still danger on the horizon, but she nearly felt comfortable as she crawled closer to the TARDIS. It was okay. They’d be okay. The Time Lord in front of her absentmindedly nodded to himself, making the girl wonder if he was listening in on her thoughts. That, or he was just being the same, slightly-crazed man she had married a decade ago. 

She was content either way.

“Doctor?” the distant voice of Jack called out, echoing against the walls and making Olive shiver. He sounded just like he always did, and it made her worry if he was even poisoned at all. And, though she couldn’t be too sure, it sounded as if he had turned around. 

While most humans are prone to acting without thinking, Olive had thought this scenario over thousands of times. As much as she loved him, it didn’t matter to her that the Doctor would’ve given his life to save hers a thousand times over; he was simply too important for her to let that happen. 

Besides, she wasn’t ‘The Bad Wolf’, she wasn’t ‘The Girl Who Waited’, and she wasn’t the infamous River Song. 

She was just Olive.

So, by the time she had spun on her heel and dove forward, she’d already accepted her fate. Jack’s footsteps, the shuffling of clothing, and the click of his Webley’s hammer had sealed the girl’s place in history. Four searing wounds had made their home in Olive’s torso, and she almost wished that he’d properly reloaded the weapon before their adventure together; perhaps then she wouldn’t have been fighting to remain conscious as the Doctor lifted her up and into the TARDIS. 

Jack, controlled by the drugs coursing through his veins, obediently followed after them. His eyes were fixated on the Doctor’s neck, and he raised his hands to choke him, only to be knocked out with a single punch to his temple. He may have detested killing, but violence was a language the Time Lord spoke well. 

I told him I didn’t like guns. His mind repeated on end. He didn’t want to blame the brunette for having shot Olive while brainwashed, but it was growing difficult as panic and fear overwhelmed him. I told him I didn’t like guns.

“He’s... gonna have a concussion…” Olive croaked from the pilot’s seat, immediately catching the Doctor’s attention and prompting him to fall at her side. 

“Shush.” was all he could respond with; his dual hearts beating faster and faster as he realized just how quickly the girl was fading away. He placed his hands on her bleeding abdomen - trying to cover each wound to the best of his ability- and pressed down. This was bad; very bad. “I’ll get towels-” the gray-haired man told her, seemingly pleading with her to stay alive. Olive swallowed hard and shook her head. 

“Stay with me,” she told the man, blindly reaching out to grab his hand. Her vision was growing blurry the more her shirt grew soaked with blood, but it almost seemed like it didn’t bother her. Her fingers intertwined with his and a small smile formed on her lips. 

“I can be quick.” he urged, swallowing back his emotions as her once sun-kissed face grew pale. Again, the girl refused. 

“There’s no time.” she breathed out, forcing her head to turn so that she could meet her husband’s gaze. Despite going through so many faces and personalities, he somehow had the same eyes every time. 

“You’re not going to die.” the Doctor whispered, speaking as if he was trying to convince himself that he was telling the truth. He leaned over her frail form, and she took the opportunity to admire every crease, wrinkle, and bump on his face as the Time Lord let out a shaky breath. Olive’s smile grew. “It’s going to be okay.” he urged; a calm look on his face despite the fact that, internally, he was screaming; begging the TARDIS to do something. But… what was there to do? There were no nanogenes to save the day, and he was worried that the human wouldn’t survive the trip if they headed to a hospital. Nevertheless, the ship dematerialized in an effort to please her pilot and save his wife. “You’re gonna be okay.” the Doctor whispered again, cupping her cheek with his free hand and recoiling when he felt just how cold she was growing. He swallowed his discomfort and let his thumb swipe over her jawline before giving her cheek an affectionate squeeze. Finally, Olive’s face split into a grin, and she let out a soft, choked laugh.

“Kiss me.” the girl said, humming softly when his lips met hers, lingered for a second longer than most, and tightened her grip on his hand. “I’ve known you for twelve years.” Her voice rasped, and her eyes grew glossy; no longer able to focus on her lover. “I think… out of everyone… that I know best...” Her voice faded out, prompting the Time Lord to lean forward; his eyes wide with confusion as his wife mustered enough strength to finish her thought. She swallowed hard and let her heavy eyelids fall in an attempt to better see his face. “The Doctor lies.” 

The Doctor struggled to find words; how was he meant to respond to that? He almost wanted to laugh - she was right, of course- but his occasional fibbing wasn’t meant to end like this. She should be shoving his shoulder, repeating, ‘You should have told me, you should have told me!’- not bleeding out in front of him. Almost as if he was outside his own body, he felt his lips part so that he could speak up, but his mouth was dry, and his throat tightened at the thought. 

He didn’t know what to say. Could he even comfort her at the moment? Did a string of words that could soothe her pain even exist? Her eyes began to close, and the Doctor squeezed her hand three times. I. Love. You. Olive did her best to return the gesture, but her grip was that of a ghost’s; barely noticeable. I… Love… You…

“Olive…” he finally murmured. Her smile somehow grew wider.

“It’s like the day we met, love.” the human rasped as her body slowly began to relax. Her legs were numb and there were various, blurry versions of her husband in front of her eyes, but she did her best to ignore the pain; instead choosing to watch as his eyes filled with tears. “Hey…” she hummed, her voice hoarse. “It’s okay,” she told the Time Lord. “‘s okay.”

Choking on his misery, he leaned forward to press his lips into her forehead. Her freckled skin was cold, and it only served to make his hearts sink further, but he refused to pull away until he was satiated. When he finally had the strength to sit back up- his hand still caressing her cheek - her smile remained, but Olive was gone. 

Though he’d lost so many companions, the pain aching in the Doctor’s chest felt different. She’d seen him through so many faces and adventures that losing her felt like he was losing those memories as well. Squeezing his eyes shut, he cursed her affections for him, he cursed her protectiveness, and he cursed her humanity. Still, there was nothing he could do. 

His wife was dead, Jack was concussed, and the Doctor was heartbroken.

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[sleepycentric]

hello i offer gay people

these r my ocs raven and violet they are the ever ‼️

[word-count-bullet-count]

I've been seeing a lot of knight posts recently. pretty great

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[canonkiller]

but you can't keep holding on like this.

[lemongogo]

life of regret

[nicecrumbart]

Keep thinking about that one scene in secret life

[l3irdl3rain]

someday i'll see you all again, but in the mean time I'll be collecting some new old friends

[kensatou]

if nothing else can save america this zero-year-old fairy baby otter with no gender can. chiitan's platform is love. and chaos.

[1nfcteds1llnesz]

HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HELLOOOOOOOOOO

Posting here because geez… I get 0 attention on Twitter…. I got faith in tumblr

Anyways appol Grian inspired by a post on twit …

Thank yewww for your attentionnnnnnnn

[manzanamarim]

So I have been reading svsss here is my first contribution to this fandom

[mikashida]

deadpooldansen anyone

[sheepgirlmaidtummy]

man. this whole thing pisses me off because like. even when people talk about staff having a history of hating trans women, that this isnt the first time, without fail black trans women are forgotten to be included again and again. im not surprised this caused such an uproar when the popular white woman gets deleted. nobody should be, its been that way like forever. some cunt in my inbox got annoyed i called rita a sex worker (lol? okay)

but i mentioned that in my post because so many black trans women have gotten removed from this site for their sex work alone, regardless of if it "broke community guidelines" or not, especially when tumblr live and the ads on this website are so fucking horny. idek what to say rn because like. this wont get as many notes as the posts talking about her will. the exploding car thing is gonna get more attention than the trans women on this site you dont actually care about listening to. ive been talking about how unfair it is to be a black tgirl on this site for years and nobody cares.

i love rita, we talked abit the other day and she's doing fine, dont get it twisted and think i hate her or some bs, she's a big fucking reason im not fucking homeless.

but part of why her deletion got to #1 trending on tumblr for multiple days in a row is that she's white

[pig-mania]

me

[chipper-smol]