#naughtylupine

[thegoodomensdumpster]

Imagine Aziraphale keeping a small nativity in the book shop during December and Crowley making changes to it anytime the angel isn't looking. He even brings real action figures with him so the little spark of magic doesn't telegraph his mischief. Aziraphale pretends he doesn't notice the three wise men becoming three wise Barbies as the baby Jesus becomes a tiny t-rex while he's making the tea.

Ok I’m taking a look through my askbox and somehow I forgot to publish that one but hjqjdgsjlxd it’s very funny yes I approve of this

[asarahworld]

the rules of the game: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping!

I was tagged by @fist-it-out

Billie Eilish - everything i wanted

Bryan Adams - Straight From the Heart

Hector Berlioz - Symphonie Fantastique - March to the Scaffold

Coldplay - Fix You

Yes - Owner of a Lonely Heart

Mike & The Mechanics - The Living Years

Alexandre Desplat - Broomsticks and Fire

Ben Foster - King of the Weevils

Ariana Grande - bloodline

Rush - The Wreckers (Rest in Peace, Neil 💔)

tagging: @lastincurableromantic @strongblacklesbian @skyler10fic @spacemomnephmoreau @jantotrash @bazwillendinflames @naughtylupine @toshsato @chiaroscuroverse @juldooz 

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Belated felicitations on another trip around the sun! *asks the Tardis to send you whichever Doctor would do best to come around with cupcakes and sing the Birthday Song*

Thank you, Naughty!! I pick this one. 😆

[lissy-strata]

naughtylupine replied to your post: Consider: Mel Bush but without the huge...

But she needs her shoulders to match her hair for volume

What if we replaced the shoulder pads with spikes for defense purposes?

[skyler10fic]

Rose Tyler: ☾ - sleep headcanon

Ooo I think the TARDIS helps so much and she gets used to the sound that when she gets stuck in Pete’s World, it’s pretty hard for her to sleep at first, but then she gets so exhausted working to get back that her body finally gives in. It’s hardest when the nightmares begin. After all she’s seen and done crossing dimensions, it makes sense that it would haunt her. Things change when she’s back in the Doctor’s arms, of course. With him there with her, in her bed, sleep isn’t something to dread anymore. 

headcanons meme

[fleurdeneuf]

naughtylupine replied to your post “I almost forgot happy birthday! Hope its as amazing as you!”

Felicitations on another trip around the sun, darling! Here's to many more. *toasts*

Thank you, dear Naughty!!!  Cheers :D

[blueboxesandtrafficcones]

a day late, but 'hi' :)

Hello!  Are you as sad to be sitting at home instead of Bethesda as I am?  :(

Some interesting relationship drama happening here...

She’d do anything to sparkle in his eye/She would suffer, she would fight and compromise

Don’t try to explain your mind I know what’s happening here/One minute it’s love and suddenly it’s like a battlefield

All he could think about was/”I’m too young for this”

Low lying clouds/birds singing all night long

I wasn’t jealous before we met/Now every woman I see is a potential threat

Rinse - Vanessa Carlton

Battlefield - Jordin Sparks

There Goes My Life - Kenny Chesney

Only Tennessee - Nashville

Lay All Your Love On Me - ABBA

[professor-suggestion]

Start a band with your other selves

From what I have seen, heard, and otherwise experienced, they have the most terrible senses of rhythm, pitch, style, and everything else in-between. The ensemble resulting from a full-regeneration band would be... most disagreeable.

[mcshane-suggestion]

Borrow Bessie for a night on the town

oh, that sounds well wicked! i love that old car of his. the professor probably wouldn’t let me, though - replace ‘borrow’ with ‘steal’ and/or ‘appropriate’ and i think we have a decent-enough plan for an excellent night out

[asarahworld]

I was tagged by the lovely @pipertennant Thanks Moony!

APPEARANCE I am over 5′5 / I wear glasses/contacts / I have blond hair / I wear sweatshirts a lot / I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing / I have one or more piercings / I have at least one tattoo / I have blue eyes / I have dyed or highlighted my hair / I have gotten plastic surgery / I have or had braces / I sunburn easily / I have freckles / I paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / I don’t often smile / I am pleased with how I look / I prefer Nike to Adidas / I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS I play a sport / I can (have) play an instrument / I am artistic / I know more than one language / I have won a trophy in some sort of competition / I can cook or bake without a recipe / I know how to swim / I enjoy writing / I can do origami / I prefer movies to TV shows / I can execute a perfect somersault / I enjoy singing / I could survive in the wild on my own / I have read a new book series this year / I enjoy spending time with friends / I travel during school or work breaks / I can (have) do a handstand

EXPERIENCES I have had my first kiss / I have gotten drunk / I have told a crush I like them / I have traveled outside of the country / I have flown on an airplane / I have stayed awake for more than 48 hours / I have had a near-death experience / I have caught something on fire / I have performed in a talent show / I have shot a gun / I have been on TV / I have gone scuba diving / I have broken a bone / I have slow-danced / I have gone on a shopping spree

RELATIONSHIPS I am in a relationship / I have been single for over a year / I have a crush / I have a best friend / I have known a friend for over ten years / I have a [chosen] brother / I have dated my best friend / I am adopted / My crush has confessed to me / I have had a long-distance relationship / I am an only child / I give advice to my friends / I have made an online friend / I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS I have heard the ocean in a conch shell / I have watched the sun rise / I enjoy rainy days / I have slept under the stars / I meditate outside / The sound of chirping calms me / I enjoy the smell of the beach / I know what snow tastes like / I listen to music to fall asleep / I enjoy thunderstorms / I enjoy cloud watching / I have attended a bonfire / I pay close attention to colors / I find mystery in the ocean / I enjoy hiking on nature paths / Autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle / I am the mom friend / I live by a certain quote / I like the smell of Sharpies / I am involved in extracurricular activities / I enjoy Mexican food / I can drive stick-shift / I have memorized an entire song in a day / I believe in true love / I dream up scenarios to fall asleep / I sing in the shower / I wish I lived in a video game / I have a canopy above my bed / I am multi-racial / I am a redhead / I own at least three dogs / I am LGBTQ

tagging:

@juldooz @jantotrash @lastincurableromantic @naughtylupine @chiaroscuroverse 

[chiaroscuroverse]

Do you have any headcannons about how life changed on the Tardis after Jack joined?

Oh, do I!!

So the first thing I think about is just, noise level. :P Jack adds at least 2-3 people’s worth of energy and voice to a space. Plus, he and Rose talk and laugh all the time. 

The Doctor wasn’t sure about this at first, because he’d been constantly annoyed when Adam was on board, but he found their chatting to be a calming hum, most of the time anyway. Occasionally, he’d go chill by himself in some hidden spot.

He’d forgotten what it was like to have a crew and he never thought he’d feel this light again

Sexual tension galore!! Jack and Rose flirt for fun regularly, and Rose feels safer to flirt with the Doctor when Jack does. They keep dancing closer and closer to the line….

Teamwork! They all just click and fall into place. There was probably an early adventure (ala Educating Jack) that really gelled them.

Jack teaches Rose self-defense (I’m sure I first saw this one in Part Human - instant headcanon-accepted!) They work out together. 

They all get in a regular routine of fun nights on the TARDIS: movies, drinks, games, goofing off

Jack gets naked a lot. At least twice he executed a rescue of the other two after losing his clothes for Reasons.

Basically it was the golden age and they were all so happy and I could cry forever that we didn’t have a whole extra season of it! 

[asarahworld-writes]

Can't link posts on mobile and Tumblr won't load on my laptop, but this prompt comes from the blog of the lovely @naughtylupine

"Twelve ran into Jimmy Stone once and absolutely obliterated him in an axe battle."

The Doctor was a selfish old man.  Literally billions of years after they had said ‘goodbye’, Rose Tyler would not leave him be.  He was still as hopelessly in love with her as he had been back in his tenth body, the one who had met her for the first time.  The one who had taken her hand the first time.  The one who had kisse- but he refused to allow himself the cathartic torture of reliving those memories.

Which was why he was walking down a street in 2002 London, his Yamaha SGV-800 slung across his back.  The last time he’d played this guitar, he’d brought it to an axe battle in the middle ages.  Tonight, if he was lucky, he’d play it while Rose Tyler was in his view.  Every trip he took into her past was one less moment that he could ever see her again.  Every trip he took into her past was his fix to something he’d become addicted to; and one could only take so many hits over the course of a gigennium that at the same time was fixed to twenty years.  He was old, far older than he’d ever imagined he’d live back at the Academy getting his first regeneration cycle, and he had lived far too many days without her.  And so he allowed himself this, to be selfish.  He’d been wrong before: the Doctor was an addict with a box, not a mad man.

He didn’t know where in London she was.  He’d walk the streets all day, if that’s what it took to get one more glimpse of her.  More often than not, he roamed London for hours.  He didn’t mind it when he didn’t see her – it only meant that he could return to this day again – but… she’d smiled at him once, crossing the square, and the reminder of how brilliant her grin was had been enough for him to keep coming back.  He ducked into a local pub that he’d seen her at before and sat at the bar where he had a clear view out the door.  If this had been any sort of normal situation, he knew that he’d be labelled a stalker.  Hell, if he crossed her timeline more than what was safe there would be more at stake than never meeting Rose Tyler on the fifth of March, 2005.  Those thoughts vanished the moment that the pub door opened and achingly-familiar face walked in.  She was with a young man, not Mickey, the other one before him.  The wanker who had hurt her.  But not yet, he thought wryly, looking jealously at the wide smile on her face.

The Doctor balled his hands into fists under the bar counter as the other man kissed her.  She laughed, playfully pushing him away.  The Doctor told himself that he had no right to be jealous, that Rose Tyler had no idea who he was, that right now she was happy.  The wanker picked up his own guitar, strumming a few poorly-tuned chords, while Rose came up to the bar.  The Doctor turned back to his own drink and downed it, not caring what it was.

“Two beers, please.”

She was beautiful.  Dyed blonde hair, shorter than she’d ever worn it in the TARDIS.  A plain white vest top with jeans, the same outfit she’d worn in Utah.  Her vest top wasn’t quite long enough, leaving a strip of bare skin around her waist.  The Doctor tried to focus on his drink, but how could he possibly ignore the goddess that was beside him?  Especially when it had been so long.

I miss you, he thinks.  He gets a whiff of her cheap perfume and it almost overpowers him, the memories that follow.

He looks at her again, sitting beside the boy with the cheap electric guitar.  The wanker plays what is presumably a song, but the chords follow no patterns and there is no rhythm to be found.  Which is when the Doctor found himself slinging his own guitar over his shoulder, challenging him to an axe battle.  Jimmy looks at him derisively, snorting, “yeah, sure old man.”

Luckily, the bar has a dingy stage.  The mics are broken and the amplifier has too much feedback, but they work.  Jimmy plugs his guitar into the amp, jamming out an A major chord.  The Doctor slightly regrets the challenge as the young man begins to play.  His chords are random and haphazardly chosen.  His rhythm is still nonexistent and the bar’s patrons begin to boo.  He finishes with a loud ‘Fuck off’ to the naysayers and saunters back to where the Doctor and Rose were watching.

“That was really cool, Jimmy.”  Rose’s voice is soft, more timid than the Doctor has ever heard her before.

“Thanks, babe.”  Jimmy says dismissively, only looking at the Doctor, arms crossed defiantly.

The Doctor surreptitiously sonics the sound system to broadcast the backing tracks that he set up in the TARDIS.  As the piano begins, he methodically plays continuous A minor chords.  “I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping,” he sings gently.  A minor turns to F-sharp minor, which becomes F-sharp major seven.  The chords are comfortingly familiar, but the lyrics are yet another sharp reminder of the love he has lost and Rose yet to find.  He lets the final E major chord ring, decaying as naturally as possible.  The gathering crowd applauds him, but he only has eyes for Rose.  Rose, who is hanging on to Jimmy’s arm, a weak smile on her face.

Jimmy wrenches himself away from her, taking the stage forcefully.  The Doctor hops down, light on his feet, and, hesitating only momentarily, takes Jimmy’s place beside Rose.  He looks at her the entire time that the wanker is onstage, feeling his hearts seize as he tells himself that he can never see her again.  Jimmy is off the stage too soon – though the Doctor has tuned out the atrocious melodies to better re-memorize her face.

The soft rock ballad is a stark contrast.  “Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go,” he sings softly.  The song is not difficult, and he looks at Rose the entire time that he is on the stage.  His voice loses some of the coarse edge that is present when he speaks, and he desperately wishes that she knew who he was and what she meant to him.  “For my darlin' I love you and I always will.”  He draws out the second last chord in his singing, creating tension on the word ‘always’, as much to try to tell Rose as to remind himself.  The Doctor plays the final D major chord, and it hits him just how true that statement is.  The bar bursts into applause, but the Doctor quickly hops off the stage.  He’s out the door and almost turned the corner when a hand touches his shoulder.

It’s Rose.  Of course it’s Rose, he thinks blithely.  He swallows hard, before turning to greet her.  “Hello,” he nods, desperately trying to look as though he doesn’t recognize her.

She smiles broadly and the Doctor’s hearts ache.  “That was beautiful,” she says.  “I don’t want t’ pry or anythin’, but… was that in memory of someone?”  When he didn’t answer, she continued, repeating that it was beautiful.

You’re beautiful, he thinks, wishing that he could tell her.  “Thank you,” he manages to reply, reaching into his jacket and pulling out his sonic sunglasses.  His eyes begin to mist and he blinks the water away, wanting his last memories of Rose to be clear.  She smiles again, her tongue poking through in a way that he hadn’t quite remembered and it’s all he can do to stay calm.  She turns to go back into the bar and the Doctor watches after her until the bar door has swung closed.  Guitar on his back, he makes his way back to the TARDIS, where he collapses on the chair on the far side of the Time Rotor.

[lissy-strata]

naughtylupine replied to your post: Happy Birthday! What did you think of the Capaldi...

Felicitations on another trip around the sun!

Thank you! This has been my 29th such trip. For the 30th trip, I plan to acquire a piñata. 

[skyler10fic]

Sickfic

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

This can be so good for making them plausibly sit still long enough to have deep conversations or evoke emotions! But also I have a germ thing so like don’t touch or breathe on each other if you’re contagious. lol 

Trope ask meme

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Big tea energy

haha it me!  thanks, naughty!  :D (especially the past week as i’ve been dealing with a sinus thing that is Not Going Away)

Tell me what “big _______ energy” I have

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naughtylupine replied to your post “Question”

For me it's a relentless lack of energy, physically and emotionally. Even fun things can often feel like a chore on some level.

Yep.  I like our GroupWatches... I just can’t stay focused long enough to appreciate them.  And there’s definitely, definitely a lack of energy.  I wake up tired, and it never stops.  I don’t like coffee, and I don’t feel like caffeine does anything for me anyway, but... I just drag.  All day.  Every day.

skyler10fic

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“Question”

It wasn't fun. Laziness is a guilty pleasure. Depression is hell, a slow shadow that drags you down and you want to fight but you don't have the energy to care anymore. Not being motivated/interested is totally a symptom of depression, but it's more just disembodied, it applies to everything. It's not just being bored with one thing. It starts that way, but eventually applies to just... life in general. sigh

Exactly - part of me wants to do *fill in the blank* - and yet I don’t.  Even now, I’m replying to these messages instead of completing a memo I need to do to get a raise.  One I’ve been sitting on for almost 3 weeks now.

thegreenfairy13

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“Question”

It didn't go away. It was like I little, very evil creature living in my head (I killed it ;))

Yeah, this dragging exhaustion... it’s not going away.  It’s been here a very long time.

kelkat9

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“Question”

I think it's different for everyone. For me, it was feeling like I was being pushed and pulled down, pulling away from everyone, very in my head, everything was horrible and then realizing it was a repetitive cycle, ok, not so ok, ok, terrible.Rinse and repeat. For me it was a physical thing. I hope this helps. Hugs!

That’s how I feel - like there’s this constant weight on me just dragging me down.  (Course, there’s plenty of REAL weight dragging me down).  I just have no interest in... anything.

Thanks for sharing your stories.  I’m... pretty sure this is something I’m dealing with, though I’ve avoided doing anything for a while now.  Every so often I’ll take one of those online tests, and pretty much ever answer is ‘everyday’ (except the suicide one - that’s always never) and the results are usually ‘you have severe depression!’.  But I hate going to the doctor, so... I don’t.  I just ignore it.

Cause it’s been going on for a while - apathy, lack of motivation, lack of interest.  I find it so hard to just do things.  I keep meaning to post more fic - I’ve been writing 30k a month - and yet nothing seems good, nothing gets posted - not even stuff that’s already up here, that just needs to go on AO3.  I just sit here, and refresh/scroll, and play on my phone.  No drive.  Minimal attention span.

I’ll be watching a show on my computer, one that I’m super into, and then pause it to go mess around on my phone or another tab.  Check tumblr, facebook, email.  Any apps to update?  Ooh, let me play this game for a minute!  Nah, this is boring, let’s keep watching.  Wait, there’s a new tumblr post... rinse, wash, repeat.

It sucks, and I’m afraid it’s going to start screwing me at work.  Cause there’s no reason - I’ve got a good family, great job.  No real problems, no real worries.  And yet...

Thanks.  And hugs to you all.