#ncmad.

[yearnstarved]

clara rarely holds space for constructive criticism from her companions. (read: she does not hold any space at all) her reaction typically comes down to:

"i had it handled. i know my limits."

"and i'd do it again."

[emeraldbuilt]

"Maybe you'll share some food, who knows."

@ncmad LIKED A STARTER CALL

[pathlit]

⤷ ✧ @ncmad said, ❝ i am in love with an idiot. ❞

if he'd had his way — by which meant if he could say what he thought without consequences — he'd have retorted that shouldn't be in love at all. much too young and all that. though what age gibbs would have labeled as acceptable for his daughter to fall in love...

it wouldn't be the first disparaging comment he's made, nor would it be the last, but somewhere, in the back of his hard skull, lurks the awareness that the more he pushes back, the more obstinate he is, the more he drives a wedge between them and the more she'll keep from him. never mind that he'd love nothing more than to shove the guy out the door and never let him back in. and that was the mildest of the actions he'd contemplated with no small sense of satisfaction.

despite his best efforts at good behaviour, as jen had labeled it, he can't wholly help himself. ❛ well, how about ditching him and trading up? I'd gladly break the news to him. ❜

[bcneheaded]

@ncmad said: “i can’t fucking believe this.”

💬🥀 — "Cannot," he begins sharply only to end in a low lull, questioning the very mind of the man before him. "or will not?" His straight-and-proper posture loosens as he leans forward, yellow pin-pricks of light within his skull trained on Theo intently, but not unkindly. "Because you will not believe something does not make it any less true. You humans... always so stubborn even when the truth is laid bare before your very eyes." He scoffs, then falls silent for a long moment before turning his gaze away, giving the other a moment's respite from the weight of his scrutiny, heavy a thing as it was, especially to those unaccustomed to it.

Featureless that he may be, when he returns his gaze to Theo once more it's evident that it is of a lighter quality; almost.. gentler, despite never often offering such a quality to the man. "Breathe deeply... And look into my eyes and tell me that you cannot handle it... and if you cannot do that, then that ... is when you know... that you can." A tick and he adds, though much more lightheartedly. "... again... humans are nothing... if not stubborn."

[parainvestigate]

@ncmad 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝙼𝙾𝙻 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻

“Deep breaths tend to help.” Nimble fingers of his left hand slipped into one of the pockets along his belt, drawing forth a piece of candy he shoved in her direction. “And sweets.”

[mastermicd]

@ncmad : ❝ you’ve got to stay off the twitter. ❞

"the twitter?" eyebrows raised as he spoke, an undeniable scoff following the rhetorical question that he put to the young woman. "do you know how you sound? at least refer to it correctly." thumb continued to scroll through the phone in his hand, the eyes scanning the words as they moved up the screen at a pace. "besides, it's intelligence gathering. do you know how important things like this is? it's not just about wasting time for hours on end, you know."

[dekanos]

02 . a kiss for the first time . 👀 @ncmad — sent from this prompt (x) still accepting!

this might be, so far, the best day of his life.

he's all of fifteen years old, with a whole weekend alone laying ahead of him. his father has taken his brother away on a hunting retreat, leaving dean with a motel room to himself. it doesn't happen often, a side effect of sammy's sheer reluctance to be a part of that world, and john's insistence that dean is not to be trusted alone after the shtriga incident, but when it does, it feels as if he's been given a gift of immeasurable worth and value. one that he is desperate not to squander.

usually, he spends these weekends alone, dividing his time amongst local arcades and grocery stores, as he tries to ration the little money that he'd been left with by his father. but this time? this time it's different, because ellie is with him. and she's never been with him for this long before. it feels like an extra gift, and he doesn't want to share it with anyone. for once in his life, he wants to be selfish.

so he spends the day showing her around the small town that they're currently in, choosing instead to spend his money on her instead of himself, on things for the two of them to do together. and by the end of it, when they're sitting in a diner just outside of town, sharing a milkshake, he knows that if he had a weekend like this at least once every year, it would make things a bit more bearable.

but it's getting late now, and they should really be heading back to the motel. he's learned from past experience that locals don't take kindly to teenagers wandering the streets at night. one is bad enough, but two might just be overkill. ‘ i don't think i've ever had a milkshake that good, ’ he tells her as they walk, before bumping his shoulder with hers, ignoring his urge to take hold of her hand. ‘ we gotta do this again. ’ and when they finally get back to the motel room door, before he pulls the key from his pocket, he leans in and presses a chaste kiss against her lips. it's shy, and tentative, and he isn't even sure that he should've done it, but it had just felt... right, somehow. ‘ thanks. for today. it was awesome. ’

[lookedinfinite]

starter call | @ncmad / theo

these days, she travelled a lot.  too much, really, if she was being honest with herself. coma had stolen well over a year of her life  -  it had given everyone in her life time to move on, to forget all that had happened.  she'd survived yet it had been at the cost of so much of her life.  ( it would be easier.  maeve had promised herself that.  it would be easier to heal if she had time to work out who she was now:  to make something out of the ashes that had been her life. ) 

plenty of universities were beyond eager to offer her a lecturing spot, for as long as she might want one.

"truly, I have no idea." hum left her all the same, taking small sip from green tea as she gave man apologetic glance.  "that name just doesn't ring any bells. he wasn't one of my students,  and I can check my note, but I'm sure he never sat in on a lecture either."

[churchfoundlinga]

@ncmad / starter call.

❛ i didn't think i'd find anyone else out here. ❜

[yearnstarved]

🎃 ellie 100% dresses up as ariel !!

and she's the PRETTIEST ONE in the sea

[yeomcn]

"i.." she doesn't get another word out, touched that ellie valued her opinion yet concerned she believes it to be so low. with a groan she pushes herself up in the hospital bed, one hand instinctively reaching for the rather large bruise spreading across her torso. "i don't blame you for any of this, and you can't disappoint me by wanting to believe someone who was good to you would be good to others."

✮  ‹   ∘  @ncmad asked : I know I disappoint you sometimes. 🥺

[doctorofhopemoved]

Queue Schedule

@thedoctornumber11 - The Eleventh Doctor & The (Thirteenth) Doctor, Sunday x7/ The Eleventh Doctor & The (Thirteenth ) Doctor, Monday x2

@churchfoundling - Ruby Sunday & The (Thirteenth) Doctor, Sunday

@ncmad - Ellie & The (Thirteenth) Doctor, Sunday

@musesreunite - Rawya & The (Thirteenth) Doctor, Sunday / Rawya & The (Thirteenth) Doctor, Monday

@theresastargirl - Phee & The (Thirteenth) Doctor, Tuesday

@ldyinsilver - Sophie & The (Thirteenth) Doctor, ask,Tuesday

@justxcountrydoctor - Bones & The (Thirteenth) Doctor, ask, Tuesday

[aftermoved]

— ❝ @ncmad .

❝ UM... ELLIE? ❞ A LITTLE LOUDER than she wanted, but it would catch the other's attention and that was most important. there's smoke billowing from the oven, something she has not SEEN in quite a while. lillian had been DISTRACTED, caught up in the ghosts in her head to start the TIMER... of all things. she pulls the door open, and smoke swallows her whole, and she's a coughing mess as she waves her arms in the air in hopes that the alarm above her won't go off... which it DOES, two seconds later.

❝ i've burnt the cookies ! ❞

[mastermicd]

@ncmad liked for a starter (still accepting).

"no, no, no." there wasn't so much as a 'good morning' from the agent as he walked into the bullpen, his desk already occupied despite his arriving at the naval base early. well, earlier than usual. "you don't get to steal my desk. probie isn't here, go and sit at his desk. in fact, he'd probably offer it up to you if you were here. just, be careful using the internet, there's no telling what might be on that search history."

[precipine]

@ncmad explores: ‘  oh god, um… oh my god, i fucking hate this.  ’

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE STARTERS. always accepting.

"...Yeah, this is the worst. Literally the worst."

He's almost about to ask whose idea it was to come in here before remembering that, of course, it was Mabel's. His sister's idea of a romantic date night apparently involved the distinct possibility of one of them dying and / or getting turned into one of the protagonists in her weird romantasy novels about sexy werewolves, tall, dark, and mysterious ghosts, and hot vampires. Sometimes all three at once.

... Come to think of it, that's another thing to add to the list of "reasons why seven therapists fired the younger Pines twins."

"...It's not too late to go back, right?" he asks her, still holding onto her hand. "I mean, I don't know about you, but I'd take my chances with Lazy Susan and her all-night coffee and pancakes special at Greasy's over this."

[dimensionalspades]

@ncmad said: “ why is the plural of moose still moose? why not meese? ” just your typical saturday night at quark's , were he starts selling actual alcohol sdjhkf

- random || accepting -

. About halfway through the conversation Julian had given up on sitting straight and was leaned onto his elbows, chin resting on his hands, legs folded up under the table in a way that didn't particularly look comfortable.

"So..." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Germans?" He squinted, thinking as he chewed on a pretzel, having the mind to at least swallow before he spoke. "Moose and goose aren't from the same language, right? Sounds like, but no. Goose is German, moose is indigenous American. It's called a..." He rubbed a temple, trying to get his brain in order.

"Why are you asking about bloody linguistics when I'm four drinks in?" The tone was jovial, laughing as he finally leaned back in his chair. "If I was in charge, though, it'd be meese, deers, and octopi instead of octopodes, I don't- mass nouns!" He snapped suddenly, jolting up straighter. "Deer and moose are mass nouns, and it's a dumb concept if you ask me. You can't tell me that you can't count meese but you can somehow count geese. Terrible birds."