#ginger-tea-on-the-tardis

[littldoctor]

The Christmas Invasion (2006)

The doctor in borrowed pajamas.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Wild Nights || CL16 {5}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x songstress!reader Summary: You show your support for Charles and he shows his support for you. Warnings: 18+only, just Charles being himself WC: 2k

F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Epilogue

“Hurry up or you’re going to be late to your own show,” Bea urged as she tugged at your arm. “Come on, we have to go!”

You rose on your tiptoes and tried to look over the sea of people. “Just one more minute.”

“I gave you ten.”

You checked your phone again but there was no new message from Charles since his last update that he was just going to quickly shower. You had briefly seen him before the free practice, but other than a few quiet words in the back of Ferrari’s hospitality you hadn’t really spent any time with him since landing in Las Vegas. 

You had thought scheduling concerts in the same city would mean seeing more of Charles but nothing was ever quite that simple.

Sighing, you sent him a message apologising for leaving without a proper goodbye and reminded him not to wait up for you. It would be late by the time you finished the show and he needed an early night before his qualifying race, but hopefully you were able to find a few minutes together in the morning before he left.

The drive through the city was long with traffic congestion and you spent most of it checking your phone to the point that Bea leaned over and ripped it from your hands.

“Hey!” you growled as she tossed it into the front seat beside the chauffeur. “I was using that.”

“No, you were distracted by it.” She grabbed a bottle of champagne from the minifridge and popped the cork. “Here, bottoms up.”

“Classy,” you murmured as you took the bottle and drank straight from it.

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes and took it back for a quick swig of her own. “At least I know it will get you to relax. Luckily your makeup has survived the day, there won’t be time to redo it.”

“There was a time when you said I didn’t need make up, is this you saying I’m getting ugly?”

“Pfft, bitch, please. If I thought you were ugly I would tell it to you straight, like a good friend. You’re beautiful and I’m jealous, I just thank god I have these,” she said as she grabbed her boobs for emphasis. “They kill my back, but they look damn good.”

“Forget your back, I heard they nearly killed Pierre,” you chuckled. “I think his fans would have a problem if you accidentally smothered him with those.”

“At least he would die happy and doing what he loved. Imagine that obituary.”

“I’d rather not.” Your nose wrinkled at the thought of any type of obituary for a racer, it was an all too real possibility you tried not to dwell on.

Bea agreed quietly with another drink from the bottle and cast her eyes out the window, taking in the bright lights of the strip. She nearly spit out her mouthful at the sight of an electronic billboard advertising the first Las Vegas F1 race. “Wow, they really got him again?”

You leaned over the seat and saw the ad of Charles decked out in a glittering jacket, elvis wig and pink feather boa as a deck of cards rained down. A laugh bubbled up as you took the bottle back and brought it up to your lips with a dopey smile. “He’s too sweet and trusting, a little gullible too.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” she joked as the car pulled into the service entrance of the MGM. and she took the half empty bottle away. “Can’t have you drunk on opening night.”

“Can I have my phone back?”

She reached through the front and grabbed it off the seat. “Fine, but no moping like a sad sap because we have to run.”

The door to the car opened to an entourage of people chiding you for the tardiness and you were hustled through the back channels of the building, stopping briefly in a room little larger than a closet to change outfits before you reached the backstage area.

“You have five minutes,” the head coordinator warned as Bea arrived with a cup of lemon, ginger and honey tea to help warm your vocal chords.

You thanked her as you sipped the hot drink and felt your phone vibrate with a notification as Scuderia Ferrari’s Instagram went live. ‘Music Challenge’ was the caption and you waved Bea over knowing they were always entertaining.

“Oh, I love this song,” Charles exclaimed as he nodded his head along.

“You say that every time,” Carlos complained.

“Kill Bill?”

“Correct!” The interviewer confirmed as Carlos groaned and fell back into the couch in defeat.

“How do you know that?”

“I listen to a lot of music.”

They both fell silent as the next song started and they both smashed their hands on their little bells.

“Flowers,” Carlos shouted. “Flowers, flowers, I got it first.”

“You got it loudest,” Charles disputed but the moment the next song started he was jumping up and pinging his bell in time. “Y/N, Love You Need!” He turned to Carlos and blew him a kiss. “It’s my song.”

“That’s not fair, I don’t have a song.”

“I’m sure someone has written a song about you, probably not a love song though,” Charles teased before he checked his watch. “Ay, I need to go or the next song she writes about me won’t be happy either. Ciao!”

“He quit so I win, right?”

“No, no, no I didn’t quit.” Charles paused his exit to point an accusing finger back at his teammate. “You took so long fixing your hair that we started late.”

“Still, I win, because you’re leaving.”

“See this,” Charles turned to the camera, his hand still waving to his team mate, “he doesn’t care about winning, he’s just upset he wasn’t invited to Y/N’s concert. Carlos?”

Carlos batted his eyelashes with a smile. “Yes, Charles?”

“Would you like to come with me?”

Carlos was already on his feet. “I thought you would never ask.”

Charles rolled his eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “Vamos, we’re late.”

You turned to Bea as the live feed ended and you shoved your phone into the storage cupboard beside the stairs leading to the stage. “Did you know he was coming?”

“Duh, who do you think set him up with a backstage pass?” She shrugged and put her own phone away along with her jacket. “I gave him a few in case he wanted to bring some friends.”

You cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “You mean Pierre…”

“I mean friends, and if that happens to be Pierre then I have no problem with that.”

You didn’t have an opportunity to tease her further about the commitment issues the two of them had before a microphone was shoved into your hands and you were pointed to the stage entrance.

“Kill it babe!” Bae shouted with a thumbs up as she jogged around to the other stage entrance for her cue.

The sold out crowd was a swirling mass of energy and it swelled as you stepped into the spotlight, their screams barely blocked by the earpieces that you had pushed into your ears as you took the stairs. The rush of seeing the excitement on their faces never ceased to amaze you and you bounced on your toes eagerly.

“What’s up, Las Vegas? Are you doing alright tonight?” Their responding screams shook the stage and widened your grin. “That’s good to hear, because, for me, well, I’m Fine.”

The music started and remembered the day you started writing the song, taking off from Monaco. It had begun as a tribute to Bea and the friendship you shared but then as the weeks went by and Charles stayed in touch it had evolved. It really was a song for any sort of relationship and why it was one of your favourites after Love You Need.

“Woke up too early, Almost put salt in my coffee, Oh, I thank God that you stopped me before that.”

You grinned to the shadows where you knew Bea was waiting, having been the inspiration for the line.

“Tripped over something, Spilt it all over your front seat, Didn't even say I'm sorry about that.”

You had been so frazzled trying to clean the mess up in Charles’ ridiculously expensive car that you had forgotten to apologise at the time. You had made it up to him later, and luckily it hadn’t stained, probably credit to the expensive upholstery.

“On and on, it's just more of the same And even when you ask if I'm okay… I try to say I'm fine (I'm fine).”

The drummer came in with the heavy beat for the chorus and the hands in the crowd waved in time as Bea jumped into the spotlight for her parts. This was what made it a favourite of yours, when she grasped your hand like she had when you had broken down over your ex. She had called you on your bullshit when you said you were fine and she had been there through the worst. It made performing this with her even more special. 

The entire concert was going to be even more special knowing Charles was going to be in the crowd soon and he knew exactly which songs were devoted to him. 

You shouldn’t have been surprised that he was coming because he balanced you, and everything was equal between you. You supported him in his races whenever you could make it to them and he supported you when he could make it to yours, but you knew how tired he would have been after his day. 

There were thousands of people beyond the blindly bright lights of the stage but somehow you knew where to look when you felt the energy shift halfway into the set. And there he was. 

He must have changed in the car as he was no longer wearing the bold red Ferrari shirt, opting for more sedate casual clothes to blend in with the crowd. It didn’t exactly stay that way when you pointed to him during one of his songs, singing the lines solely for him and drawing the attention to him.

“Can we stay frozen in time, in between hello and goodbye?”

You collapsed onto the bed of the hotel still riding the high from the concert and Charles fell down with you, equal parts of happiness and exhaustion warring in his eyes.

“You should get some sleep,” you said as you rolled onto your side to face him so you could cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over the 5 o’clock shadow along his jaw. 

“I will soon,” he murmured as his arm curled over your waist and pulled you closer. “I just want to hold you for a little while.” He tucked you into the curve of his body until there wasn’t any space left between you, his cheek resting atop your head. “You make me so proud, seeing you living your dream. I wish I could be at every concert.”

“Me too,” you sighed longingly. “It’s the hardest thing when we have to say goodbye.”

His chest rose and fell slowly as he relaxed in the embrace, bordering on the edge of sleep. “You’ve never asked me not to race.”

“Why would I do that?” You pulled back to see his face and recognised the look. It was something his ex had asked of him. “Would the moon ask the sun not to rise? No, because both are equally important and their paths still cross. We are the sun and the moon.”

You felt his smile as he kissed your forehead. “Am I the moon or the sun?” 

“The moon,” you stated as you tipped your head back so you could stare into those gorgeous eyes if his. “You are there to lighten my darkest nights.”

“And you make my day infinitely brighter.”

Click here for the epilogue.

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[berglietz]

Seasons Greasons: A Meta Analysis based on Caspar's Culinary Palate + Return Gift For Shez's Whistle

AKA: no one should ever 'jokingly' challenge me to write a meta to my irl face. take these 1k words now

THE BACKSTORY:

May 6th, Baltimore Inner Harbor. It was a lovely day—by which I mean the sky was grey and gloomy and decided to start spitting a fine mist down from the clouds as soon as Lucius and I stepped out of the light rail and started our trek toward our destination. Our destination being a birthday celebration for Erica, which obviously made the day lovely regardless of the weather. At this point we had already gotten past the 'hello's and reciprocal 'oh god you really are shorter than i remember's, and had settled into our table at the cafe. Inevitably, the conversation quickly turned to Fire Emblem. We are who we are.

Playthroughs of Warriors: Three Hopes entered the scene, and then discussions of the Merc Whistle mechanic. "I haven't given mine away yet." I said. "Don't they give you a return gift that you can wear as an accessory to use their special ability?"

I pulled out my phone. I learned that Caspar's return gift to Shez was called Seasoning Set. Across the table, past the strangely shaped flasks of hot water and growing number of drained shirley temple glasses, N "Njamin" Von TOAmod smiled at me and said "I expect a meta post about Caspar's seasoning set on the dash by [due date]*" *I do not remember the exact phrasing, nor the initial due date. I am going to say it was 'next month', that way I don't get any of my extremely real roleplayer points docked for tardiness.

And thus, I was committed to the bit. Straight up married to it. Welcome to the wedding. The reception is catered, obviously, and we'll be serving—

Well. I'm getting to that.

THE SEASONING SET

(This is a crunchy screenshot that I cropped myself from my own Switch. Forgive me)

The details of note to me are:

Clarifying that you have matched your bestie/S-support equivalent's sentimental gift with something you "don't need" is so rude LMFAO. I'm glad he is keeping up the same behavior from his story about a girl trying to ask him out to the Goddess Tower in Three Houses where he seems to totally misread a situation and make an ass of himself by dismissing the person/not matching their energy. Really beautiful stuff.

Multiple spices, you say? Looks like I have to come up with more than one. It's not just salt in there.

CASPAR'S COOKING SKILLS

They are bad. He has a big red downward-facing arrow next to his face in the list of candidates for cooking together in Three Houses. If you choose to let him cook anyway, he tells you his pitfalls himself:

"All right! Leave it to me! I'll fry it, grill it, and try not to burn it!" / "Sorry for making you do all the work, Professor. I mess up the ingredients every time!"

With this info, I am taking the text saying "he forgets to use spices" very literally. The impression I get is he gets so overwhelmed by multi-step cooking processes that he loses track of ingredients. He does like some spices in his food and drink, though, so I will presume that the spices in his seasoning set are ones that he would enjoy putting in his food if he ever remembered to toss them in.

THE FAVORED FLAVORS

The easiest spice choice comes directly from his favorite type of tea.

Ginger Tea: "The sharp spiciness of ginger laces the body of this tea, unforgettable and brightening."

Bam. Right there. We can put ginger on the list. For the rest, I'll take a look at the dining hall dishes he likes that fall under the Spicy category.

Sauteed Jerky: "Jerky aged in the monastery and sautéed for a delightfully salty flavor. A perfect snack to go with your favorite drink."

The description doesn't give me any seasoning beyond salt, but according to the resources on serenesforest this dish is counted as a spicy one! When I think of spicy jerky (and look up a few recipes to confirm my memories) I think of a peppery sort of sensation on the tongue—black pepper and cayenne (or other hot peppers).

Sauteed Pheasant and Eggs: "Thin slices of bird meat and shredded cabbage, mixed with scrambled eggs and sautéed with spices. Invention of a certain noble."

This one gave me no hints as to what types of spices. RIP. I relied much more heavily on googling for this one, and settled on interpreting this dish as a take on anda bhurji, maybe?? (literally 'scrambled egg'. it's an Indian scrambled egg dish). Online recipes for this one gave me spices such as turmeric, coriander, red chili, and ginger.

THE SEASONING LIST

Just to have it all in one place, here's all the hypothetical seasonings I've thrown out all put together:

Salt

Black Pepper

Ginger (mentioned x2!!)

Cayenne/Red Chili (or whatever Fodlan equivalent capsacin-haver there might be)

Turmeric

Coriander

Go forth, Shez. Make a delicious spicy scrambled egg dish. Perhaps you can share it with friends for brunch. That'd be a beautiful way to bring things full circle, don't you think?

BONUS: MY BOY HATES FISH

I just think it's so fucking funny that he hates every seafood dish. Look at this list of foods he hates.

Grilled Herring, Fish and Bean Soup, Small Fish Skewers, Spicy Fish and Turnip Stew, Onion Gratin Soup, Sweet and Salty Whitefish Sauté, Fruit and Herring Tart, Cheesy Verona Stew, Fish Sandwich, Super-Spicy Fish Dango, Pickled Seafood and Vegetables, Two-Fish Sauté, Gautier Cheese Gratin, Cabbage and Herring Stew, Bourgeois Pike, Fried Crayfish

Only three out of this list don't have something referencing fish/seafood right in the name, and two out of those three do have fish in the ingredients if you go looking:

Onion Gratin Soup: "Onions stewed with white trout and baked with a layer of cheese on top. Will warm you up from the inside out." Cheesy Verona Stew: "A rich dish consisting of verona and sautéed Teutates loach. These ingredients are boiled and served with two kinds of melted cheese."

Maybe there is something he dislikes about gratin, though, since he dislikes Gautier Cheese Gratin as well. A texture problem, perhaps? Either way, it doesn't feel as prominent a dislike as his thing with fish—the guy also hates the Fishing Float gift. Caspar is a certified fish hater. This makes his participation in the fishing tournament even funnier to me: he will straight up make an exception for his seeming disdain for fishing if it's turned into a competition he can try to win. Definitely no way he was eating his catch though. Maybe he fed it to his cat friend from his supports with Ashe, lmfao

Anyhow, I'll leave off with this silly indulgent little meta here. Thanks for playing along! ilu toa ❤

[merrilark]

It's sort of funny that before the season, I had mentioned to Aster that there should be more TARDIS whump and how scary it would be for the TARDIS to make pained, unusual sounds...

...Well, now. 😂

Get the poor old girl a heat pack and ginger tea. She does not sound well and hasn't for some time now.

[robot-singularity]

Alright so, hear me out, locked tomb/doctor who crossover

(my original thought was Ten and Donna at the start of Gideon the Ninth, but it could probs work other ways)

(like Canaan House would probs make more sense plot wise, bc that's a whole ass haunted house castle, but also "hey let's go check out Pluto! Wait what's w the skull cult? I wonder what's in this locked tomb in the depths of the planet?")

(continued under the cut bc I ramble a bit)

Anyways! Gideon would jump at the chance to get the hell off the Ninth (tho I'm not sure as of yet how Harrow would be persuaded to go with them)

Time travel besties adopt a couple of plutonian goth teens

The various interactions between all four of these characters is also really fun to consider

(Ten and Harrow: two scrawny mfs studying each other like bugs, Ten and Gideon: for the love of God please stop chucking yourselves onto the railing, Donna and Harrow: tempted to throw hands w this 17 year old bone nun, Donna and Gideon: red head squad :) (what do you mean you've never had tea?))

Also, new outfits from the tardis's wardrobe (aka Gideon somehow makes an outfit gaudier than Six's lmao)(also, Harrow (begrudgingly) in five layers, including an oversized nine inch nails hoodie she can hide bones underneath (the face paint stays on tho))(also also! Gideon picking a less gaudy outfit, and coming out in Nine's leather jacket (and Ten winds up explaining regeneration earlier than he canonically did lol))

Also, based on Harrows first night at Canaan, she tries to map the TARDIS, and it doesn't make any logical spacial sense. (She hates this, vehemently.) (Welcome to non-euclidian geometry, Reverend Daughter.)

Ten mentions his Christmas sword fight, and Gideon asks him to spar ("and if you get injured, you can patch yourself up, since you're a doctor and all!" "Weeelllll...") (Anyways, predictably, Gideon "best swordswoman the Ninth has ever produced" Nav immediately disarms Ten and decks him. Bitch went down lmao)

(also Gideon and Harrow doing their normal trying to beat the shit out of each other thing, Donna makes an aside like hey should we break this up or? And Tens like, nah, that's just, normal childhood best friendship, ya know? And Donna's just like, mate wtf are you on about???)

Basically, just a whole lot of Harrow and Gideon getting to be somewhat normal teens (or at least pretend for the most part)

(also, fun whump consideration: Ten (post Journeys End) 🤝 Harrow (post gtn/during htn): what losing your ginger better half does to a mfer (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠))

I have so many thoughts on this but I need to go to sleep gn

[the-fandom-hopping-mage]

thoughts on the doctor who special

so this list got way too long i guess i think a lot while watching things

oh the bright side my irl friends haven't gotten spammed with 80 million messages, just the internet people :) :)

read at your own risk

david tennant! !!!!!!!!!!

what's he doing in space why are they talking to us this is so stupid i love it sm

lol the first thing they do is give him like three sequential heart attacks LEAVE HIM ALONE HE ONLY HAS TWO

wow rose is pretty

donna i'm pretty sure you have supernatural abilities at this point, how the hell do you miss everything

donna why would you give away the money (i know exactly why you gave away the money it's perfectly in character for you but also WHY)

oh no where's wilfred

go off donna beat those kids' ass

these kids are thinking they're the main characters in a sci fi show (don't tell them) they're gonna get themselves killed

girliepop that is a strange creature and you (collective) have had multiple invasions in the last twenty years don't trust it just because it's got big eyes you will get killed

both roses have trusted a creature that they probably shouldn't have just because it acted like a victim. like I can't be mad because I means they have Compassion and other nice things but cmon. common sense. please. im literally begging u.

woah did thirteen upgrade the screwdriver (i need to catch up with the other doctors after 10) thats cool

so they know all the doctor's regenerations cause timey wimey stuff

14 over here trauma dumping on this random ginger lady with cool hair

"best friend in the whole wide universe i absolutely love her" that is the sweetest thing i have ever heard

woah it's the time vortex

wait why does the time vortex have arms now

when your wheelchair saves your life

they're covering their eyes like the sun episode is it the creepy vaporization light???

i Do Not Trust the meep

"he's so cute" finally someone with common sense who also doesn't trust the meep

turn around Shawn trust me your life will be so much simpler if you turn around right now

"ferret"? omg it's draco malfoy

who is Nerys what did she do i'm so intrigued now spill the tea sis

no not wilfred :(

yay wilfred

smh doctor you are a disaster magnet

OMG HE CAN RESONATE CONCRETE :D :D :D

your poor neighbors? y'all's just gonna break into their homes? aren't the aliens gonna follow you? into other people's homes? who's gonna fix the walls? why are the houses touching is this a uk thing?? also that's not how bricks work but who even questions anything in this show there's a giant furbie and bug aliens dueling it out imma just roll with it

donna's mum is so done with the doctor's shit i'm so sorry ma'am

once again, nobody's gonna question the B&E you've got going on? no one?

ooh that's a nice door

are we completely sure he can drive a car? i mean look at how he drives the tardis I would not trust him near my car in a million years

THANK you doctor I totally called it the oversized furbie is not your friend why do they always trust the first alien that tells them a sob story

i'd be a good companion i would actually notice the obvious before it kills everyone sometimes characters are really dumb or maybe that's just the plot armour

he has a washington wig now what is going on 🤣

living sun I knew the mind control light was familiar

the living sun went crazy did they fuck smth up last time???? or is it just a species

did it really just say "Beep of all Meeps" what even is this show 🤣

omg david youre so cute

honestly he was asking to be knocked out

Shawn and Rose must be so confused. an alien shows up. donna's mum is very insistent about how it's not real. random guy from downtown shows up. claims to have two hearts. knows wilf. has a magic screwdriver. breaks into multiple houses with them. aliens are attacking. strange man holds a court session in an underground car park. strange man gets knocked out and you are all put in a creepy government van.

donna here finally asking some reasonable questions

"i don't know him" two seconds later: *exchanging looks*

donna found herself a good man

not even in this new body for 24 hours and he's already getting so much head trauma

'a great day for meepkind' didn't you say you're the last. great day for you you mean.

oh they're gonna join wheelchair ginger lady

OMG THERE SHE IS

ROCKET LAUNCHERS

according to subtitles her name is shirley its very fitting like a sherley temple

THE DOCTOR OMG THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME EVER

oh hey its the room hes floating in that one pic

"Love the running."

respect for david just casually climbing up a wall i could never

besties fr

give this man a break hes so sad

that one random kid is having the time of his life

is she really gonna chew him out for taking her memories girliepop the world is ending

theyre just making up words now

WHY does he ALWAYS lose the ONE PERSON that can UNDERSTAND HIM like THIS its the SAME. FRAKING. POSITION. EVERY. FREAKING. TIME.

just take it away agin

NO DONNA

why is this face so suicidal its actually concerning

ROSE YES

The Master's back again I'm calling it now

"Enigmatic, that is textbook enigmatic."

Crowley voice coming out

As a viewer I'm cackling as a writer i'm confused but I'll just let it go

wink wink wink

see what i did there

Shirley is just "yep regular tuesday this is normal i'm gonna get such a pay bonus OO BUBBLES"

rose: I wanna see! Doctor: yes! Donna: NO! Doctor: I mean no, that's what I said, no.

BESTIES THEYRE SO CUTE

Shawn: Yeah. True. But he's obviously a gay fruitcake so we're fine.

doctor is so offended he's like "what am i not a threat anymore wdym im totally attractive :( :( :("

woah the tardis changed I dont like it

most ADHD doctor ever

OOOO the round things change colors now

BEST

IES

because every time he visits with the family, donna, he loses them. he lost you and it killed him, so its gotta be a big goodbye.

Not even ten minutes and you've broken it, I mean relaly doctor give her a break

the tardis deserves better than this trainwreck of a time lord

"We CoUlD eNd Up AnYwHeRe In AlL oF tImE aNd SpAcE" bro don't pretend for one second that you know where/when you're going on a regular day. 90% of episodes are "oh hey lets go somewhere unknown and see what happens" or "oops the tardis is bringing me somewhere weird" or "oops I messed up this wasn't where/when I meant to go"

[universe-on-her-shoulders]

The Doctor is tired of not having ginger hair and dyes it one day. But maybe it's a bad dye job or nobody likes it?

"What," Yaz asked faintly, trying to keep her tone carefully neutral and not betray her utter horror as she stood on the threshold of the console room. "On earth have you done to your hair?"

Behind her, Dan entered the TARDIS with an expectant expression, caught sight of the Doctor, and tangibly did a double-take, and Yaz rolled her eyes. At least she'd been able to contain her surprise... mostly. Apparently not noticing her companions' shock, the Doctor beamed at them, the console illuminating her now flaming-auburn hair.

"Do you like it?" she asked brightly, twirling a strand around her finger and looking suddenly nervous, which made Yaz feel terrible. She knew how it felt to make such a big change and then panic that everybody would tease you. "I went to this salon in London and it was dead posh, and they did it for me. It took ages, and I had all this foil on my head. I felt like a Cyberman; I looked dead silly, but they kept giving me biscuits and cups of tea so it wasn't all bad. What d'you think?"

In truth, the colour wasn't objectively terrible. Yaz had known a few redheads at school, and it was a striking colour that the Doctor had chosen... it just didn't suit her. Her eyebrows were still brown, and the tone of the auburn made her skin look an unnatural hue... plus it clashed with absolutely everything that the Doctor was wearing, which was a remarkable achievement, Yaz supposed - as was the fact that the Doctor's usual hair colour somehow didn't.

"It's... different," Yaz managed, forcing a smile, and she elbowed Dan in the side as surreptitiously as she could manage. "Isn't it, Dan?"

"Ow," he complained, then caught her death stare. "I mean, yeah. It's really different. It's very... bright."

"I've always wanted to be ginger," the Doctor beamed, seeming pleased that they liked it. "Always, always, always. I've never quite managed it though, so I just thought... well, humans dye their hair, don't they? So, why can't I?"

"Exactly," Yaz concurred. "You could dye it loads of colours."

"I could," the Doctor looked suddenly, worryingly enthusiastic. "Pink. Blue. Purple. Rainbow..."

"Oh, bloody hell," Dan muttered, just loud enough for Yaz to hear. "You've done it now... TARDIS Hair Salon..."

[bluseum]

tagged by: @spooklia

fave color: TARDIS blue lets be real here

currently reading: Consider Phelbas

last song listened to: Thermometer (Ezra Furman)

last movie watched: Trading Places

last series watched: The Mysterious Benedict Society (dont worry i read the books first)

currently craving: ginger beer

currently working on: a couple of art pieces and the god fucking darned Soundtrack Project

tea or coffee? Coffee

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[mythofcthuloren]

one good movie kiss - chapter 3

series summary: Just how important memories are.

or: The Doctor visits the one who frowned him his face.

chapter summary: he sees her. he fixes it.

on ao3

A/N: getting ready to post the next one, thought I’d share this one here too

The Doctor couldn’t really explain how it felt seeing Donna after so long. If he really had to describe how it was, he’d simply freeze, just like he had when he actually saw her.

She looked good and she looked alive, even while doubling down in pain. He rushed in her direction despite Wilf’s protests because hey, Doctor, you said it yourself that Donna couldn’t see you nor remember you or she’d die!

But honestly, if he was more prone to swearing, the Doctor would have given a giant fuck off to his own rules: they were dumb and they made everyone miserable.

Donna’s body felt strange in his arms. Lighter, perhaps. Of course that was due to him not being an “alien streak of nothing” anymore, but shock was due after - oh gods - 10 years. As she fell onto him, all he could do was thank all the metaphorical deities that she didn’t immediately try to swat him away because if there was something he did not miss, it was being slapped by Donna. However, he never expected her to be so pliant, which only showed him how much pain she was going through.

Of course, this only spurred him into action, and Donna should be proud of him for how fast he… solved… the issue.

Funny how memories work, right? The Doctor remembered clearly the last time he kissed Donna. It tasted like anchovies and walnuts, with a hint of ginger beer. That time, it was for shock only, and it saved his life.

This time, for all that mattered, it was still for shock and still to save someone’s life, but it tasted different. It tasted like life, like tea filled with sugar, like thin mints and Donna, if she could be even described as a flavor. It was lovely and warm, oh so different from the other people he had kissed in all these years.

It was like coming home, he finally noticed, and he didn’t want to let go.

The energy crackling where their lips touched was not unexpected. It took him some time to come up with a proper idea, a proper way to fix the mess he put them into, but it wasn’t truly a genius idea, no. In fact, he should have done this years ago, but he was a coward. An idiot and a coward, and he knew that, he just never realized how deep his idiocy ran.

He had to almost die once again to remember his promise. Oh and how he hated it when people reminded him, not because he regretted it, no. After billions of years, he couldn’t regret what made him him. But he does hate it because he forgets.

Old men forget things and he was not an exception - goodness gracious, if there’s something he hates more than forgetting, this thing is being an exception.

So he planned.

Hiding away inside his Tardis, with merely a christmas bauble to keep him company, he made his plan, executed each piece in his mind till it was perfect. Lock away what could hurt Donna, breathe life back into her lungs - not boring old common life, because she’d never be satisfied with that, not his Donna - breathe energy into her mind, connect the missing pieces.

The metacrisis was that, wasn’t it? Half time lord, half human. And he worked. He was fine and living with the pink and yellow human in that damn universe, so why wasn’t Donna ok? In his mind, it had been a proper concern back then. He didn’t want her to die, so he killed the best years of her life.

The Doctor had to be careful, yes, but everytime he closed his eyes he could see Bill, could hear her saying that people were made of memories, could see Donna’s bright ginger hair as if he had seen her yesterday and not years ago. He could.

He had every memory and she didn’t.

He owed her.

So he prepared himself. He was about to regenerate. More or less energy wouldn’t really make a difference, so he’d get his energy back and give Donna her memories and just her memories.

It was perfect. Until it wasn’t.

Until he saw her, same hair, if longer, same voice, if pained, same response in his poor hearts.

He never told that to anyone, never had anyone to tell that, but he loved her. Not in the lovesick puppy way his past regeneration had mooned over Rose, gods no. He respected Donna because she respected him back. Again, not out of fear or love sickness, but they saw each other as they were, every crack in the façade and all the ugly bits. He mourned with her, she was seared on his hearts, her name written there for all eternity.

She gave him this face.

His promise. Never cruel or cowardly and he had been such a coward, time and time again. Taking and taking and hurting in the name of protecting those he loved.

It ended now.

With his lips sealed over Donna’s - plump, soft, lovely just as she was -, energy pouring out of him, tangling in a mess of gold and red with her and her energy, slightly lifting them from the ground. He certainly did not know that was going to happen, but it was poetic, he had to give the universe that because yeah, Donna did always take him off his feet.

Inside his mind, though, his feet were firmly on the ground, miles of corridors stretching around him - a mix between human materials and inhuman physics, with everything crossing over in ways that were not possible -, with echoes of memories banging loudly on the metal.

That was his mind. His and hers, to be precise. A lovely combination of possible and impossible, human and not-quite-martian. The DoctorDonna.

He steps towards one of the corridors, a brightly lit path that sounded like birds and city life, a resounding blip blip blip drowning everything in irritation. An irritation he felt in his bones, preparing his body, hand itching with the sudden urge to slap, throat scratching with the desire to shout.

Stop. Blipping. Me.

And then he was on a rooftop, one that he knew quite well. It was cold and windy in the most christmassy way it could. And it really was Christmas, if that was when he thought it was. The wind was messing with his hair and coat, but he could still see his Tardis in the corner.

Well, not his Tardis itself.

The other dude’s Tardis.

But there was no sign of him or Donna or anyone, even as he stepped over to the edge, where they had sat down and he had blipped and given her his coat. No one but himself and the whisper of so many memories.

Silently he fumed. Of all places to go, he truly had to go back to their first meeting alone? It would be so much easier if he could give Donna her memories the old fash- the human way. With a memory stick and fast upload of memories, but no, oh no. Did he have to reconstruct everything from the ground up?

“Yes. But not alone.”

He knows the voice, but he almost doesn’t recognize it, for the tone is so light, so tender that he almost loses the ability to breathe. That tone was reserved for late night conversations, for comforting, to remind him that he was… not alone, not anymore.

So the Doctor turns around, smiles, for there’s Donna. In her wedding dress. And it seems she was waiting for him.

[denimbex1986]

'From Hamlet to the tenth and fourteenth incarnation of the Doctor, David Tennant’s stellar acting career has seen him excel in many a huge role, with his latest as host of the 2024 EE BAFTA Film Awards.

However, he now faces his biggest challenge to date: sitting in the hot seat for Attitude’s fabulosity test. How will he fare? Hint: he has some explosive Spice Girls insider info that will send fans into a spin.

What’s your go-to BAFTA red carpet look?

It’s nice to wear a kilt. And yes, I would wear it the traditional way.

Remember not to do any handstands. 5/5

What’s the juiciest BAFTA after-party gossip you have?

I don’t go to them. They’re too loud, and I can never remember anyone’s name.

We think you’re holding out on us. 2/5

What BAFTA category would you invent for yourself?

Best jumper.

Confirmed winner — his jumper is amazing. 5/5

Who’s the most famous person in your phonebook?

I have a former prime minister, but I can’t tell you which one for security reasons!

Swapping memes with a former PM? 4/5

If you had a TARDIS for one day, where would you go?

I’d go to the first performance of Hamlet at the Globe Theatre and figure out if anyone thought it was any good back then.

Do let us know. 3/5

Did you give Yasmin Finney any advice when you worked with her on Doctor Who?

I didn’t feel like I needed to. Yasmin is all over it. Yasmin is a force of nature. It was a joy to get to know her.

Potential Doctor material? 5/5

What’s a fact about Olivia Colman we may not know?

She’s entirely bald.

This explains so much. 3/5

Whose face should be on Scottish banknotes — Lulu’s, Susan Boyle’s, or Lawrence Chaney’s?

Just so it’s the most aesthetically pleasing, it should be Lawrence, though I’d love to see any of those three on any banknote, to be honest.

It’d be a shame to spend them. 5/5

How many Spice Girls have you met?

I met all of them before they were famous, when they were just called Spice. They came to my house. I knew the person who was doing the first draft of their movie. That person was later replaced, and somebody else wrote the movie, but they were hanging out because the movie was part of the original deal that they got with their record deal, so it was being developed before they even released a single.

This is exclusive material! 5/5

What did you all do? Did you play Jenga?

I think I just made tea. Geri was the most vocal, but they were all just sweet. I later saw the ‘Wannabe’ CD single in Our Price and went, ‘Hang on — that’s those five girls!’ I’ve told Sporty, Baby and Ginger this story, but none of them remember, so it obviously didn’t mean as much to them as it did to me!

But it means EVERYTHING to us. 5/5

Who deserves official national treasure status?

My wife. There’s nobody more extraordinary or able, capable, or wise. We’d all be up shit creek without a paddle without her.

Adorable 💗 4/5

What’s your idea of the perfect night?

Having a night off with a takeaway and something good on the telly. I saw the new Masked Singer recently, which was terribly exciting, with Dionne Warwick. It was amazing that she showed up — I thought she was dead!

Ms. Warwick will never die. 3/5

What would you sing if you were on the show?

My karaoke go-to was always ‘Common People’ by Pulp. I have a certain affinity with the Jarvis Cocker look and feel, so I think I could do that quite well.

We can see it. 3/5

Can you quote three lines from Mean Girls?

I’ve seen the musical, but I’ve never seen the movie, actually. Is that possible? I know it’s big in our house and our 12-year-old loves it and my wife loves it, but I saw the musical and it was great.

You’re missing out, David. 2/5

How many queer subcultures can you name?

I’ve heard of bears — that’s an old-school one, isn’t it? And ‘twinkies’? Oh, and daddy. Is that what I would be? I’m an ally, rather than an active participant.

‘Twinkie’ is now the official term. 3/5

David Tennant has never seen Mean Girls, but he’s a font of Spice Girls exclusives and is a Yasmin Finney superfan, so we can forgive anything.

Rating: 75% Attitude'

[comixconnection]

NEW TEA FLAVORS — AND SOME OLD FAVORITES!

Aang Tea: green tea with hibiscus, rose hips, cinnamon, lemongrass, mango, raspberry, passionfruit, peach, marigold, and rose petals (low caffeine)

Iroh Tea: green tea with lemongrass, ginger, citron, orange, and marigold - as befits the best tea shoppe in Ba Sing Se! (moderate caffeine)

Zuko Tea: black tea with rose hips, orange, hibiscus, creme, and ceylong sonata (moderate caffeine)

Poison Queen Tea: green tea with vanilla, orange, cinnamon, white monkey, and ginger (moderate caffeine)

Chewbacca (gRaaawwRRarRRarghhhh) tea: black tea with coconut, orange, hazelnut...and sprinkles! (high caffeine)

Last Tea of Krypton: a tea as American as apple pie! A blend of black tea and rooibos caramel with apple pieces, rose hips, ginger, hibiscus, cinnamon, and creme (low caffeine)

Wade's Whistle Wetter: a blend of black, green, and roobois teas with cinnamon, vanilla, cloves, mandarin, marigold flowers...and SPRINKLES! (high caffeine)

Picard's Earl Grey, Hot: black tea with bergamot, orange peels, almond, blue cornflowers, vanilla, and anise (high caffeine)

TARDIS: black and white tea blend of earl grey, white blueberry, caramel, cream, orange peel, vanilla, and blue cornflowers (high caffeine)

And of course, our very own Comix Connection blends:

Original: lemon soleil black tea, white pear tea, and grapefruit oolong tea accented with marigold flowers, orange, and apple pieces (high caffeine)

Caffeine-Free: honeybush vanilla, rooibos lemon, and tumeric with cinnamon, rose hips, mango and apple pieces, ginger, lemongrass, orange, safflower, and marigold flowers (no caffeine!)

[ambertea]

16, 26, 36 <3

Hi Abbey omg!!!! <3

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

To be honest I've not been feeling great today! But I've bought myself an Easter Egg to sort that out 😂

26: What are you craving right now?

I want a cup of tea but then I'll have to.............get up..........hm

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

Unless I love you with all my heart you're getting no second chances soz

[fictionalinfinity]

POV, please!

Hello! Thanks for the ask!

The Doctor dropped the mallet to the floor lamely and took a step back, sizing up the sparking console. "I... she... I don't know. Something's gone very, very wrong. It's like her time sense has disappeared! She won't even register the coordinates!"

Rose walked up beside him, frowning. He could practically feel the anxiousness oozing off of her. "How bad's that, then?"

"Bad. Something must have damaged it when we fell into the parallel universe. That still doesn’t explain the black ooze… Argh, focus! No time!” He chastised himself. “She won’t land, but we can’t stay in the vortex either. With the state of things, we’d risk falling into the void. Think, Doctor, think!”

“Can we use one of those… Emergency Protocols, or whatever?”

The Doctor paused, running through the Emergency Protocols he had saved to the data core. Rose's idea was a good one, but as he reached the end of the list he knew it wouldn't save them. Unless...

"No, but you've given me an idea. Give me your phone!"

[scoopsgf]

heeeey happy birthday beedee!!! 💐✨💗🎂🌻💖

THANK YOUUUU ILY!!!!

[friendamedes]

witchy au??? hey, i have one of those too! what's yours about?

it’s (mostly) twissy-centric (who’d have guessed...)

clara (a lady of the lake-ish water spirit) collects missy (a baby witch with more hair than common sense) and the doctor (a baby sorcerer who has a grandma chain on his glasses) to defeat an evil sorcerer who is quickly becoming a threat. and is also the doctor’s ex-boyfriend.

theoretically it would be in three parts: 1) fun teenage adventure story, 2) slightly older slow burn and 3) bill-centric fic feat the anti-capitalist spouses training her in Magic Things.

heres a doodle of Tiny Chaos Baby

[ID: a digital drawing of a girl with big curly hair and a small witch’s hat, wearing a brooch and a shirt with big sleeves. She slams her hands on the table with a grin, saying “Murder!” Two people off screen protest “No!” End ID]

[kelkat9]

congratulations on getting your work published!! that's so exciting!

My hands are shaking LOL.  I’ve busted my butt for this and it’s been a 5 year journey for me.  Hugs you and everyone in the DW fic community!