#thasmin bed sharing

[cosmicallyavg]

you guys to me, probably

[timeandspacenovelist]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan Characters: Thirteenth Doctor, Yasmin Khan Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Post-Episode: Revolution of the Daleks, Pre-Episode: s13e01 The Halloween Apocalypse (Doctor Who), Developing Friendships, Help, Sharing a Bed Summary:

After their second battle with the Daleks, and the departure of Graham and Ryan, Yaz realises something's wrong with the Doctor and tries to see if she can help.

[dandelionjack]

falling out of the sky onto a shared (very well slept in) bed together. the tardis is #1 thasmin supporter

[eriadu-in-the-wildwood]

number 1 or 3 for the bed sharing thingy? 🥺 thasmin of course

Thanks for the prompt! I went with 3: "Person A waking up to Person B curled up and sleeping on top of them."

Sorry this took forever (I got quite carried away on this one)! For anyone who hasn't read All curled up (sunlight), I recommend checking it out, otherwise this won't make much sense. Also, I'm going to eventually expand this and make it officially chapter 2 of that fic, so stay tuned for that! Anyway, here you go:

On a fuzzy alien planet, a shadow restrained Yaz. It pinned her to the ground, a ground that was strangely soft beneath her spine. Above, the blurry outlines of buildings—or were those trees?—loomed. 

Her assailant pressed harder into her chest. Something jabbed her in the ribs. She gasped and thrashed.

Where was the Doctor? What happened? Why couldn’t she remember?

The shadow shifted, stealing her breath with a blow to the stomach. A rumble filled her ears, and something rattled against her chest.

“Yaz.” A low murmur in her ear.

The Doctor! 

Yaz thrashed harder—she needed to escape, the Doctor could be in trouble!

A growl fell over her, then a breath that raised goosebumps along her neck. She froze and imagined teeth at her throat, claws ready to rip her apart, sturdy bone poised to beat her senseless.

“But Yaz, I’m hungry,” the Doctor whined.

What the hell?

Another shift of weight, the tease of lips on her neck, that breath drifting over her skin again. Yaz startled awake.

She tried to sit, but the Doctor was curled up on top of her. How had she even wound herself that tightly into a ball? Her lips brushed Yaz’s throat, her nose tickled Yaz’s ear. The rest of her body was pulled into itself, firmly crushing Yaz’s chest.

Well, her dream made sense now. She tried to squirm out from under the Doctor. No luck, just a furrowed brow and a sleepy growl. Yaz paused and the Doctor’s body relaxed. That rumble from her dream started up again.

Purring. Again. 

Not that it wasn’t adorable, but was her girlfriend half cat now? She never had received an acceptable explanation for what happened when Short Circuit had holed up in the console.

Yaz tried to move again.

The Doctor unfolded and turned over, pinning her even more effectively. The purring intensified.

This wasn’t going to be easy to escape without waking her. She’d been acting so weird lately, she probably needed the sleep. And anyway, that purr was oddly soothing, as was the warm weight pressing Yaz into the mattress.

She gave up the fight and closed her eyes.

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Hours later, the Doctor scrunched up her nose in her sleep, rolled over, and starfished over Yaz’s stomach. She wriggled, spine grinding into Yaz’s ribs. At this rate, Yaz was going to be riddled with bruises before the Doctor’s nap was over. Time to wake her up.

Yaz sat up as much as she could and whispered in the Doctor’s ear. “Doctor, wake up.��

A groan and another wriggle.

“Doctor. Please. You’re crushing me, here.”

A scronch.

“Doctor!”

Nothing.

Twisting, straining, Yaz managed to work her left arm out from under the Doctor’s bony hip. Then her right, from where it was trapped under the Doctor’s shoulder. 

The Doctor stayed dead to the world. Yaz shoved her off.

With a hiss, the Doctor popped up onto her hands and knees, arched her back, and bared her teeth at Yaz. 

“Woah, it’s just me!” Yaz held her hands up and scooted to the opposite side of the bed. She probably wasn’t about to get bit, but why take the chance?

The Doctor stared. Her back lowered. The tension drained out of her jaw. She blinked. “Yaz?”

“Hey.” Yaz crawled over and laid a hand on her cheek. “Sorry for the rude awakening. You were so deeply asleep I was starting to worry.”

Sitting back on her haunches, the Doctor blinked again and tilted her head at Yaz. “Worry? Why? I don’t need as much sleep as you, but my deep sleep cycle can go on for—”

“No bullshit, please.”

The Doctor frowned. “I wasn’t—”

“You were doing that thing again.”

The head tilt’s angle increased. “What thing?”

“The purring thing.”

“I was not!” The Doctor turned away and threw her legs over the side of the bed like she was about to escape this conversation. Instead, she yawned and her shoulders slumped.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with it,” Yaz said. She reached out and touched the Doctor’s forearm. “But the last time you did that, and the last time you slept this much, your brain was being, I don’t know… infected, or whatever, by Short Circuit.”

The Doctor stiffened. “Don’t call him that! We can’t name him, we’re not keeping him!”

Yaz couldn’t let the preexisting argument distract her. “You never did explain what happened. Are you part feline? Did Short Circuit awaken some cat DNA, somehow?”

“Of course not. Just a crossing of telepathic wires. But I’m fine now.”

“Really.”

“Yes! And I do not purr!” The Doctor crossed her arms. Her shoulders were bunched up around her ears; a sure sign she was about to march out of the room in a huff. Instead, she yawned.

Yaz rubbed her back. “Okay. Do you want to get some more sleep?” She moved to the edge of the bed, leaving plenty of open space. 

The Doctor looked at the pile of soft pillows and bunched up blankets. She blinked, slowly, then yawned again. Flopping back onto the bed, she curled up. “Maybe just a few more minutes.”

That was so unlike her.

Annoyance and worry warred in Yaz’s mind. She needed to get the Doctor to admit there was a problem, here. Whatever it took.

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Hours of tossing and turning had rumpled the Doctor’s clothing and lifted her shirt to expose her belly to the room’s warm, stuffy air. Yaz had lost track of the time, trapped in a bubble of comfort laying beside her. This was all very worrying. But it was also kind of nice to relax and not think about saving the universe for a while. 

A little snore escaped the Doctor. She was too tempting, laying there completely relaxed like that, soft skin beckoning Yaz’s fingers.

Yaz inched her hand over and dragged it across the Doctor’s stomach.

The Doctor clamped shut like a trap. She grabbed Yaz’s hand, dug her nails into Yaz’s wrist, and curled her knees up around Yaz’s arm. She lightly closed her teeth over the base of Yaz’s thumb.

Aha! Yaz wanted to say. Tell me this isn’t cat-like behavior.

But the Doctor didn’t wake.

Yaz flopped back onto the mattress and resigned herself to an uncomfortable hour or two with the Doctor curled around her arm.

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She was counting the ceiling tiles when the Doctor’s stomach grumbled.

If they were going to be stuck here, Yaz might as well go grab something to eat. She snuck off the bed—she’d learned her lesson about letting the Doctor trap her, after the arm incident—and went to the closest kitchen. 

When she returned, it was with a tray heaped high with a bit of everything she found in the fridge and pantry. “Hey,” she said from the doorway, rousing the Doctor. “Brought some… breakfast, I guess we can call it?” She set the tray down on the bedside table, grabbed a bag of crisps and shook it. “Found some of those beet crisps you like so much.”

The Doctor shot upright. “Oh you’re a lifesaver Yaz, I’m starving!” She sniffed the bag. Scronched. Turned her nose up. 

And caught sight of the tin of sardines Yaz had thrown in with everything else. The Doctor’s eyes dilated. She snatched the tin, peeled the lid back, and devoured the tiny fish in a few gulps.

The Doctor’s culinary habits were strange at the best of times, but that was new. A grin pulled at the corners of Yaz’s mouth. She fought to hide it. Another note for the mental “cat evidence” column.

Once the tin was empty, the Doctor tossed it aside. She searched the tray, opening a tin of something alien that smelled like meat. She inhaled it and turned sad eyes on Yaz. “Do we have any more?”

“There’s an entire tray filled with food here.”

The Doctor whined. 

Oh, this was getting ridiculous. “Doctor… I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you eat fish. You do realize this is weird, right?”

The Doctor tilted her head. “I love fish!”

Yaz couldn’t argue with that, seeing as the Doctor was thousands of years old and she certainly didn’t know everything about her. But her insistence that nothing weird was going on was getting old.

The Doctor whined again. “Yaz, please, I’m not sure I’ve ever been this hungry in all my lives.”

Despite Yaz’s annoyance, she didn’t want the Doctor to starve, so she nodded. “I think there were a few more tins of sardines in the pantry.”

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She returned to an empty room. The blankets on the bed were rumpled, but not heaped high enough for the Doctor to be hiding under them. Yaz set the sardines on the bedside table and checked behind the bookshelf. She tapped on the ensuite door, but there was no answer, and the room beyond was dark. 

“Doctor?”

Something shuffled, close to the floor. Where was that coming from? Yaz dropped to her hands and knees and peered under the bed.

Only the Doctor’s socked foot was visible, but she moved again and Yaz could swear she saw a golden-green flash of eyes from the shadow closest to the wall. “Doctor, what are you doing under there?”

A sleepy mumble.

She didn’t look distressed, but that couldn’t be comfortable, could it? “Why don’t you come out? Do you need some help?”

“Don’ wanna,” she mumbled, simultaneously cat and toddler.

Sudden frustration cascading over her, Yaz reached under the bed and grabbed the Doctor by the ankle. “Come on.”

The Doctor hissed, tucked her leg into the rest of her body, and scooted toward the wall. Just out of reach.

Yaz took a deep breath and counted to ten. She’d dealt with this before, and the Doctor had been fine. She’d be fine again, even if this was getting a bit scary. “Will you please come out and talk to me?”

A grunt.

“You have to admit there’s something wrong here.”

“Comfy,” the Doctor mumbled.

At least she was verbal this time. How the hell could Yaz get her out of there? She lay watching the unmoving shadow of the Doctor for several minutes before an idea came to her.

She retrieved a tin of sardines from the bedside table. Kneeling next to the bed, she opened it.

The Doctor stirred.

“Are you hungry? Found more of the good stuff.”

A pause. The Doctor stretched out. She slunk from under the bed, eyes glued to the tin. Yaz moved back a little further, in case she tried to snatch it and disappear again. 

The Doctor stalked toward her. 

Yaz offered her the tin. “Here. Now will you please get back on top of the bed, where I can keep an eye on you?”

The Doctor’s eyes narrowed in confusion, but she nodded as she ate. When she was done, she hopped onto the bed, curled up, and closed her eyes again.

Yaz sighed and sat next to her. Maybe she just needed to wait this out. Hopefully. Because, with the Doctor’s refusal to admit there was even a problem, there wasn’t much else she could do.

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Two days later, the Doctor hadn’t done much more than eat and sleep. Yaz had managed to at least coax her into a change of clothes and a walk to stretch her legs, but she’d gone right back to bed and burrowed into her makeshift nest again. She still refused to admit anything was wrong, or answer any of Yaz’s questions about the more cat-like parts of her nature that were emerging.

This couldn’t go on like this.

Yaz returned to her room after a quick run on a treadmill in the gym (her legs were getting stiff with all the lying around) to find the Doctor awake, for once. She intently watched Yaz close the door.

“Went for a run. How are you doing?”

No answer. Yaz had only half expected one. She sat on the edge of the bed and the Doctor continued to wordlessly watch her.

What was this? The fizzling out of their adventures in time and space? Yaz longed to see more, but if she could have only one part of the universe, it would be the Doctor. So if this was how things were now, that was fine. As long as the Doctor was happy.

She reached over and smoothed the Doctor’s hair at her temple. “All right?”

The Doctor closed her eyes. “Yeah. Better now.”

Tentatively, Yaz scratched behind her ear. The Doctor hummed and Yaz dragged her fingers down, to the corner of her jaw. She tilted her chin up and Yaz caressed it with her index finger.

The Doctor began to purr.

She froze, staring wide-eyed at Yaz.

Yaz dropped her hand. “Aha! Gotcha!”

The rumble died. The Doctor pouted. “Yaz,” she whined.

“Told you I was going to get you to do that again. Now will you admit there’s a problem?”

The Doctor blinked. She jerked away and sat up straight. “This is all Short Circuit’s fault.” She jumped out of bed with a hiss, crossed the room, and yanked the door open. “That cat and I are going to have a talk.”

[danielfeketewrites]

Not Normal About Doctor Who

Back in June, I went to a fae-themed picnic with my girlfriend and my girlfriend's girlfriend (not an official title, they're not dating (or are they?)) and my girlfriend's girlfriend confessed that next month she's not going to be normal about Good Omens. She just knew it. I guess a large portion of tumblr can relate.

I replied that I am definitely going to be less and less normal about Doctor Who when we get closer to November.

Well, I was right. It's like a full moon is for a werewolf. For the past month, there hasn't been a single hour when I haven't thought about Doctor Who for at least a little bit. Maybe when I'm asleep. Maybe. Sometimes, I'm just lying in my bed, thinking about Doctor Who for hours and hours.

I've started reading two Doctor Who books. The first is an eighth Doctor book called Alien Bodies by Lawrence Miles. The second is an anthology - The Target Storybook.

I've also been writing my own short story for a small Czech fanfic competition. I picked a more recent Doctor rather than a classic one, which is quite unusual for me. (It's a Thasmin story set in the Land of Fiction. Yeah.)

I've been scrollig through the eyespider website (check it out if you haven't already), spotting stories that I would place elsewhere. Thinking about making my own version. Again. I once tried to make my own version as a Czech translation of the original website, but now I actually want to do it as a way to track which Doctor Who stories from the EU I've experienced. Also, fixing the placements that I disagree with. That's a big reason as well.

Also scrolling through Altered Vistas again. And TARDIS Wiki, but that one's obvious. Although I do recommend checking out the old classics like Fire, Grass, and, of course, the best one.

I've obviously rewatched some stuff. Outside of The Mind Robber and Shada, I'm watching series four with my mum and my girlfriend in preparation for the 60th anniversary trilogy, because they haven't seen the episodes with Donna before.

I've also been listening to some Big Finish. Mainly Once and Future, but I'm also thinking about listening to 10th Doctor and Donna boxsets, as well as the Companion Chronicles stuff featuring Sara Kingdom.

Probably gonna read more comics very soon, it seems inevitable. Maybe that digital scan of Abslom Daak - The Dalek Killer that somehow appeared on my external harddrive? Some 13th Doctor comics too. I desperately need to find more stories with her that I actually like.

I can name every Doctor Who TV story in order. But the other day, I caught myself trying to also remember every writer to all of the stories in the 60s Who. I'm gonna have to memorise that one properly, I still have some gaps. The Space Museum was written by Glyn Jones.

I've been thinking about sharing my top 10 favourite stories for each Doctor here, on tumblr. And yes, those top 10s are gonna include EU stories. Some of them will have more EU stories than TV stories. I will obviously have to update them next year. Could be my new November tradition!

Oh, and I'm also writing a Doctor Who fanzine for a Czech Doctor Who by-fans-for-fans convention. I am also one of the organisers of said convention.

So yeah. I'm not normal about Doctor Who right now. And The Star Beast hasn't even aired yet! Meep meep!

art by Dave Gibbons

[evviejo]

in case anybody’s interested and missed the fact that i sometimes write fic, i thought i’d make a sort of masterpost of what i’ve written for thasmin so far. they’re one-shots and pretty short things that just needed to get out of my head, and are mostly canon-compliant.

candy floss (post-rotd, in which the doctor and yaz are on a trip where they eat a lot of candy floss and yaz is struggling with her feelings)

the earring (set after grace’s funeral, the story behind the doctor’s earring)

the phoenix (there is stargazing with a side of mutual pining)

flying lessons (the doctor teaches yaz how to fly the tardis, and inadvertently they end up having dates)

not a honeymoon (written and set post-lotsd, the doctor and yaz go on a space cruise, stumble upon a murder and end up sharing a bed)

the most incredible people (what probably happened on the beach after the credits rolled in lotsd)

(un)familiar (yaz coming to terms with her new, doctorless life at unit)

enjoy 💖💖

[ferociouslycreativemystery]

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1. Three ships

Ineffable husbands have chopped out and replaced a disturbing proportion of my brain. They're all I never knew I wanted and I will never need anything more in life no food no water no air no-

Then there's thasmin, of course! Love me some thasmin, and then... ohh I'm not sure? I usually go in for canon more than shipping, thoughIf I do fall in, I'm in hook line and sinker lol. Let's say destiel (or nandermo) for completeness sake—they're amazing too :)

2. Last song

Domino - Jessie J. The pre-chorous just popped into my head today for no reason (did I even know English well enough to understand it last time I heard it?) so it's been on repeat all day while I studied. Hope the neighbours appreciated my ugly-sing-along 😇

3. Last movie

Oh god this is gonna sound so pretentious, but Citizen Kane 🙈 Mum's on a "classics binge" and I suggested it, so since my brother's dragged dad into gaming and they'd occupied the living room with Fallout, we cozied up on their bed upstairs instead. It's been a very nice evening, and it is a very good movie!

4. Currently reading

THE LIGHT FANTASTIC. I'M 💕LOVING💕 ITTTT!!! Literally just put it down to write this and it's AMAZING! Twoflower as a blorbo is on par with Aziraphale and the Doctor imo, and I'm burning trough the discworld novels at a speed I didn't think I was capable of anymore (I guess there's also the fact I'm procrastinating uni work by reading to consider, but hush let's not dwell on that). I'm one-and-a-bit week(s) in and already on the second book, HIGHLY recommend to anyone who sees this and hasn't read them yet!! Can't wait to find out what other stories and characters await in the series 🤩

5. Currently watching

Ummm... nothing I think? I'm veeerryyy slowly making my way through A League of Their Own, but since I started reading I'm taking a bit of a break from getting into new series atm. Just finished Wednesday a few days back though, and thought it was quite good! 🙂

6. Currently consuming

Nothing 😂 had kalops (a like in Amanda, o like in Oliver. amazingly nonsense-name for a dish, sounds like a horse galopping lol) for dinner. Apparently it's just a swedish/finnish thing, but it's a meat stew with carrots, allspice and bay leaf. It's very nice!

7. Currently craving

Not much actually, which is quite nice. Sure, I'm always open to stuffing my face with some Fazer chocolate, but rn it would feel a bit 'meh'. It's nice not having sugar cravings 24/7 since I limited myself to one day of sweets a week. Otherwise just for exams to be over. And sleep!! 😵

God that's a lot of text, I'm incapable of restraint in writing 😂 tagging @aracloptia , @sevenmilliongoldfish & @sp-aace if you'd like to share! (no pressure though!!) 😊 Anyone else who wants to, feel free to join as well!

[fortytworedvines]

I posted 728 times in 2022

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I tagged 650 of my posts in 2022

Only 11% of my posts had no tags

#all creatures great and small - 126 posts

#acgas 2020 - 102 posts

#siegfried x audrey - 82 posts

#berena - 81 posts

#doctor who - 42 posts

#thasmin - 41 posts

#my fic - 39 posts

#acgas spoilers - 38 posts

#❤️ - 32 posts

#fluff - 25 posts

Longest Tag: 110 characters

#can you believe they went canon and then cos we never got s3 they lived happily together in some far away land

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Me two weeks ago: well, maybe it's time to take berena out of my bio.

Me now: that decision aged well

21 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

#4

Siegfried’s godmother has a plan to find him a new wife, much to his dismay. Tristan, in a moment of inspiration, suggests an idea to save him. But, like all Tristan’s plans, things don’t work out quite as he expected.

22 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#3

If 13 regenerates while screaming "yaz!" I think my heart will break.

26 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

#2

Hey. What did you mean looking back it was like Berena was written by two people fighting over scripts? (this is not a hate message, things just go over my head and I genuinely want to understand your POV 🙂)

Hey!

I should have elaborated but it was the kids bed time. Its this funny image I have in my head. Writer 1 loves Berena and Writer 2 hates them. so it goes like:

Writer 1: they share feelings! Serena hints that she loves Bernie

Writer 2: BERNIE GOES TO KIEV

Writer 1: Serena tells Raf she loves Bernie

Writer 2: SERENA SLEEPS WITH ROBBIE

and then it continues on to

Writer 2: BERNIE'S DEAD. SO DEAD

Writer 1: But there's no body!

Writer 2: Her body armour

Writer 1: IT WASN'T ON HER

Then Writer 1 murders Writer 2 and we get the final episode last night.

i have amused myself endlessly with this today. Maybe it's just me...

49 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I just want to think about how Tristan and Audrey’s relationship grew from "she's (another?) new housekeeper " to "she's my mum and I love her".

I feel like Tristan would maybe take some time to get there. He's lost 3 parent figures in however many years and here's a new one and he wants to like her but what if she goes and he's left on his own *again*.

51 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

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[drowning-in-cacophony]

5, 19, and 27 for ao3 wrapped! (- thinkingisadangerouspastime)

[A03 wrapped ask game]

Thanks for the ask, Amy! 💛💛 @thinkingisadangerouspastime . As usual I rambled on a bit, but I can't help myself when it comes to writing!

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

A fic I wrote for thasmin (13th doctor/her companion yaz)! My fic blue hour, which also happens to be my favourite fic I've published all year. It's a quiet, introspective sort of bed sharing fic - not much plot or actual conversation between the two. It's a thoughtful piece without that emotional or romantic peak, so I didn't know if people would be interested as much as one where they confronted their feelings. But the reception was so overwhelming - I had such nice comments of people who really got what I was trying to say with the piece, and just such nice compliments too. It really warmed me, because this really is my favourite fic, so the fact that I got so much more feedback than expected/hoped for is just so perfect.

[for anyone interested: I do my thasmin/dw blogging from @my-ghost-monument]

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

This one's sort of at a draw, actually, between maiko (my beloved) and thasmin (also my beloved). Obviously, my love of maiko is a consistent thing, and there are two works from my mai week fics (here and here) which intrigue me to what could come next, and I'd like to explore those opportunities - especially since they're both au's, so there's a lot of different things to play around with there. How do our beloved couple come together like they do in canon in an alternative universe?

With thasmin, their end on doctor who has just come and gone, but I've still got so much I want to explore with them. There's a lot of missing scenes I want to build in (especially with the knowledge of when they canonically confess their feelings, meaning to be canon compliant I can't have them do it earlier, but can build so close to it, which excites me).

But, as a really weird wild card, I keep getting some slight ideas for batcat - i.e. Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle from the dc universe. Very surprising to me, but recently I've found myself sort of dipping into the dc fandom and found that there's not much batcat fic out there that hits the exact vibe I'm looking for, and you know what they say: if you don't see what you want to read, write it yourself. I don't know if I will get to explore them - I find the dc universe a little hard to get to grips with honestly, and I'm never that great at writing about stories that take place in cities (I often just throw a warehouse or alleyway in as every place something happens, and it never feels that smooth) - but I'd like to explore them at least.

27. What do you listen to while writing?

This year I've really been getting into those 'writing playlists', or 'collected feelings' playlists you can find on youtube. You know, the 'your character and their forbidden love dance' or 'people who feel this should listen'. I've found it a great way to discover new vocal music pieces without much effort, and a curated playlist means I don't have to stop and think about what's playing, so I just concentrate on the writing. I don't usually tend to match the emotion/feeling the playlist's about to the scene I'm actually writing - I can use a real somber one for a happy scene, and romantic music for tension - but it's more of what I'm personally feeling at the moment.

And just because I'd like to: the favourite songs I've discovered through these lists are Obvious by CHPTRS, State Lines by Novo Amor and Last Chance also by CHPTRS

[headcanonsandmore]

New Night, New Day (World Shakes Up), Chapter Three

Summary:  Having kissed the Doctor in Ancient Greece, Yaz is understandably freaking out. However, Sonya's wedding is fast approaching and Yaz finds herself spending more time with the Doctor than she expected. Can you say "fake dating"? 🤣

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Here's the new chapter, everyone! Apologies for the delay with this one, but I caught COVID after going to a friends wedding and I've been struggling with brain fog for much of the past two weeks. Mostly alright now, but that's the reason for the delay (although I was able to get some ideas about the wedding atmosphere for this fic from that IRL wedding, so that's one positive).

I did do a bit of research into Muslim weddings in the UK, although -given that Sonya isn't especially conservative- I didn't think it would reflect her to have a extremely religious wedding. If I've made any mistakes in regards to that, my apologies; I'm not from a Muslim background so I don't have that first-hand experience of the culture.

Anyway, hope you all like this chapter!

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Yaz sat up in bed and groaned.

She’d kissed the Doctor. Kissed them!

What had she been thinking? You weren’t supposed to kiss your friend like that!

After they’d returned to the present (well, it was more like teatime), Yaz had beaten a hasty retreat to her room. She hadn’t been able to look the Doctor in the eye for the entirety of the journey back, terrified of what she might see in the blondes eyes. Either the Doctor would be confused or -worse- wouldn’t even understand why Yaz was so flustered.

Yaz wasn’t expecting the Doctor to behave coldly, of course. But she was still terrified.

Groaning to herself, Yaz clambered out of bed and made her way to the kitchen. She got herself a bowl of cereal, and sat down to eat. The food did little to take her mind off things.

The Doctor was her friend - her flatmate- and Yaz had snogged them. Yaz felt her stomach churn with butterflies at the memory. She’d be lying if she said that she hadn’t enjoyed it, but that wasn’t the point. She shouldn’t have enjoyed it; it wasn’t right. You didn’t kiss your friend like that, not under those circumstances. She shouldn’t have enjoyed kissing the Doctor. Especially because… well, the Doctor would never see Yaz in the same-

‘Morning, Yaz!’

Yaz immediately startled. The Doctor had plonked themselves down in the chair next to Yaz at the breakfast table.

‘That was a fun trip yesterday, wasn’t it!’ The blonde exclaimed, cheerfully.

‘Er… y-yeah.’

The Doctor looked at her, eyebrows raised in confusion.

‘Yaz? Y’okay? Is that alien mould still having an effect?’

To Yaz’s horror, the Doctor pressed their forehead against hers. Yaz felt her face burn, and her stomach flip over.

‘Y-yeah, I’m fine,’ she stammered, pulling away and scrambling out of her chair. ‘Honest, fine.’

‘Really? Your forehead seemed a  little flushed-’

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

Immensely grateful for the distraction, Yaz bounded out of the kitchen and headed to the front door.

‘Yaz!’

Sonya threw her arms around her sister, pulling her into a tight hug.

‘Thought I’d pop round for a natter,’ Sonya grinned, before pushing past Yaz into the flat. ‘Cor, this place is looking tidy…’

Scrambling back inside, Yaz tried to pull Sonya away before she reached the kitchen but-

‘Ah, you must be Yaz’s sister!’

Bollocks!

The Doctor was now giving Sonya a massive hug.

‘Nice to meet you,’ the blonde said, grinning widely. ‘Yaz has told me a lot about you; how are the wedding plans goin’? Love a good wedding, me; been to enough of them over the centuries.’

‘Oh, so you two are flatmates now?’ Sonya said, before grinning knowingly at Yaz. ‘Ryan mentioned how well you get on with the Doctor…’

That settled it. Yaz was going to murder Ryan.

For the time being, though, she settled for glaring at Sonya before putting the kettle on and suggesting they all sit down on the sofa. Unfortunately, by the time Yaz had made three mugs of tea and brought them over, the conversation had not moved on to less uncomfortable matters. Sonya had just asked how Yaz and the Doctor were finding living in the same flat. Yaz made a mental note to calm herself, and sat down, taking a sip of her tea.

‘Yeah, me ‘n Yaz get along like a house on fire. Well, more like a palace on fire, cause that’s how well we get along-’

‘You two kissed yet?’

Yaz choked on her tea. Spluttering and face turning red, she looked back up.

‘Sonya!’ she exclaimed. ‘What kind of a question is that to ask-’

‘Yeah, we have,’ the Doctor said. Were… were they blushing? ‘Yaz’s a great kisser.’

Yaz felt her stomach flip over again.

 *

 ‘See you both at the wedding, then,’ Sonya said, grinning at Yaz, as they stood next to the front door. ‘Mum’ll be so glad you found someone.’

‘F-found someone?’ Yaz stammered.

Sonya nodded.

‘Don’t even try to deny it,’ Sonya smirked. ‘You two are a cute couple.’

Before Yaz could say anything, Sonya walked out of the door and closed it behind her, leaving a very startled Yaz standing in the hallway.

Did… did Sonya think Yaz and the Doctor were a couple? And she was going to tell the family that Yaz was taking the Doctor to the wedding as her date?

Her mind reeling, Yaz headed back to where the Doctor was sat. She… she wasn’t to enjoy asking this. Actually, no; she was going to enjoy asking this. That was just the problem.

‘I… I have a favour to ask.’

‘Sure!’ The Doctor said, grinning. ‘Anything for you, Yaz!’

Yaz refused to let her mind run away with that train of thought. No weird dreams, thank-you-very-much.

‘Well… Sonya’s been going on about me bringing someone to her wedding…’

The Doctor nodded, seemingly in understanding.

‘And I still haven’t been able to ask anyone yet…’

The Doctor blinked. Yaz realised that they were clearly not getting the hint.

‘Doctor… I’m asking you if you’d like to pretend to be my date for the wedding.’

‘Oh,’ the Doctor said, eyes growing wide. ‘You sure? I’m sure you could find someone better-’

‘There’s no one better,’ Yaz said, without thinking.

There was a very awkward pause.

‘I’d… I’d be delighted,’ the Doctor said, smiling. ‘Do you reckon I should wear a suit? I do love a good suit.’

‘We are not going to that charity shop again,’ said Yaz, trying not to smile too hard. Her mind was now buzzing with the knowledge that she’d be going to the wedding with the Doctor.

‘No, I’ve got a wardrobe in the TARDIS. C’mon; let me show you.’

Yaz found herself being dragged by the hand to the Doctor’s room and into the TARDIS. They climbed up the stairs on the other side of the console and along a corridor. A few minutes later, they entered through a door into what could only be described as an enormous wardrobe. Stretching into the horizon, across several different floors, were racks and racks of every kind of clothing imaginable. Yaz gawped around them, her eyes briefly landing on a cricketing outfit that seemed to have a stick of celery attached to the jacket lapel.

‘Wait… if you’ve got a wardrobe here, why did you…’

The Doctor titled their head to the side, as if they didn’t understand the question. Yaz found herself smiling.

‘You know what? Nevermind.’

‘Okay,’ the Doctor said, before pulling a suit off the nearest rack. ‘Do you reckon blue would suit me? I used to wear a multi-coloured coat but Peri always said it looked horrible…’

 *

 Sonya hadn’t wanted to have a religious ceremony, so the wedding was taking place in one of those venue places that included both the guest accommodation and the rooms for the wedding itself. It was situated in the Peak District National Park, a good hours’ drive from Sheffield. Although all of Yaz’s family would still be wearing traditional wedding attire, and the traditional after-wedding feast (Walima) would be taking place.

Sonya had said that the accommodation had been arranged for both Yaz and the Doctor, so there hadn’t been a need to park the TARDIS nearby. Yaz could tell the Doctor was a little surprised by this, but the blonde seemed to take it in their stride.

Upon arriving to the place by taxi, Yaz and the Doctor had headed into the main reception.

Which was a mistake because, the second Yaz had entered the room, she was overwhelmed by a gaggle of aunts, grandmothers, uncles, and several older cousins. All of whom wanted to tell her how much she’d grown since they had last seen her and asking when she was going to get married. The latter of which Yaz would rather not answer in the company of the Doctor.

‘Er…’ Yaz said, extricating herself from her aunts clutches and gesturing to the Doctor. ‘Everyone, this is the Doctor.’

‘Doctor!’

The assembled relatives surged around the Doctor and began shaking their hands. There was a great deal of cooing.

‘Let them breath, let them breath,’ Yaz exclaimed, batting at several of her relatives. When this did little to ease things, Yaz grabbed the Doctor by the hand and pulled them out of the throng of people.

The relatives all stared at Yaz’s hand, intertwined with the Doctor’s.

‘Oh, you two are so cute!’

Yaz felt her face burn, causing even more cooing.

‘Took you two long enough,’

Yaz looked behind her, to see Graham standing nearby, a small smile on his face. Dan was over by the buffet; upon seeing Yaz, he grinned (his mouth full of crisps) and did the thumbs-up sign.

Trying not to feel too embarrassed, Yaz pulled the Doctor through the crowd of people, ignoring the various woof-whistles from her cousins. Hopefully, once they’d gotten to their individual rooms, Yaz could relax a little.

That had been a mistake. The front desk had given Yaz and the Doctor a single key. For a shared room.

A shared room that, they discovered ten minutes later, only had one double-bed.

Yaz felt her face suddenly flush again. No. No, this couldn’t be happening. Why wasn’t it a twin room with two single beds? She could deal with sharing a room with the Doctor, but a bed? Separated by barely a few centimetres of mattress.

‘Cor! Brilliant!’ the Doctor said, jumping backwards onto the bed and waving their arms and legs. ‘Yaz; c’mon, this is so soft!’

Yaz couldn’t help but smile. Of course the Doctor would be adorable.

The blonde moved to lie on their side and looked up, resting on one elbow to stare at Yaz.

‘You okay?’

‘Yeah. Listen…’ Yaz sat down on the edge of the bed. Their bed. Yaz swallowed that thought quickly. ‘Doctor, you realise what pretending to be a couple means, right? We’re… we’re gonna have to act like a couple in front of people for the whole day.’

‘What? Like kissing ‘n stuff?’ the Doctor said. ‘Well, we’ve already done that, and you’re good at it so I’m sure it’ll be convincing.’

Yaz felt like she was hyperventilating.

‘You… you think I’m a good kisser?’

‘Course,’ the Doctor said. Was it just Yaz, or was the blonde’s face turning pink? ‘Er… sorry, should I not have said that?’

‘N-no, I just…’ Yaz stammered, immensely flustered. ‘Thank you.’

The Doctor grinned.

‘You’re most welcome.’

 *

 Yaz sat down and gingerly eased off her shoes. It was later that evening. She was bloody exhausted. Pre-wedding planning was a nightmare, and her poor ankles were red from where they had rubbed.

The Doctor immediately knelt down and gently lifted one of Yaz’s feet.

‘D-Doctor…’ Yaz stammered, feeling heat rise in her face. ‘What are you…’

‘I’ve done some foot rubbing in my time,’ the Doctor said. ‘And you deserve a bit of relaxing before the big day tomorrow.’

God, why was the Doctor so sweet? It wasn’t fair!

Yaz felt her mind dissolve as the Doctor gently rubbed her feet, easing the tension born of stress and work. She could get used to this. That was the problem. Despite only knowing the Doctor for a little while, Yaz honestly couldn’t imagine life without them anymore. It was strange how quickly her life had changed, and for the better. Even if she knew the Doctor wouldn’t return her feelings.

Except… maybe that certainty wasn’t so certain as it was before. Did friends normally comment on how they thought the other was a good kisser? Yaz hadn’t discussed that with friends before but, then again, she had never kissed any of her friends before. And the Doctor was pretty unique.

Still… still…

‘Thank you,’ Yaz said, as she eased herself to sit on the bed. ‘You’re the best.’

‘Only the best for my girl.’

Yaz stared at the Doctor, who suddenly seemed to realise the implications of what they had just said. Heat rose in the blonde’s face, and a panicked look came into their eyes.

‘Er… I… I best get changed,’ they said, hurrying over to the bathroom. ‘Be back in a bit.’

Yaz stared after them, as the door closed. Their girl? What did they mean by that? That didn’t mean… that didn’t mean what Yaz thought it meant, right?

Yaz tried to ignore the rising hope in her heart. No, it wasn’t possible. No way the Doctor saw Yaz like that. It couldn’t be true.

Could it?

Trying not to think too much about what had just happened, Yaz changed into her pyjamas. If she’d known that she would be sharing a bed with the bed with the Doctor, she probably would have chosen a pair that looked nicer. But, then again, she was already sharing a flat with the Doctor. Once someone had nursed you back to health after encountering a nasty alien mould, it was difficult to worry too much about your pyjamas not being more form-fitting.

The Doctor emerged from the bathroom. Of course, they were wearing a pair of pyjamas festooned with planets and stars. They looked adorable.

‘You sure you’re okay sharing a bed?’ The Doctor asked, standing hesitantly by one side of the double-bed. ‘Time Lord don’t need to sleep as much as humans, so I can just doze in the chair if you want…’

‘Nah, it’s fine,’ Yaz replied. ‘I need to brush my teeth; you get comfy.’

The two of them shared a smile, and Yaz grabbed her toothbrush, heading into the bathroom.

After a rather nervy time spent cleaning her teeth, Yaz came back out of the bathroom. The Doctor had climbed under the covers; they were breathing deeply as if already asleep.

Smiling, Yaz walked round to the other side and climbed in.

‘Doctor?’

The Doctor mumbled nonsensically in their sleep. However, they did turn over so that they were facing Yaz. Smiling to herself, Yaz slowly drifted off to sleep. This wasn’t nearly as bad as she’d initially thought, and it was strangely comforting to be lying so close to the Doctor.

‘Mmmm… soft….’ Yaz found herself mumbling. This pillow was so comfy. Why was her pillow so soft? There was a reason but she couldn’t quite remember…

 *

 Yaz opened her eyes, blearily. Why was her bed so big compared to normally? And what was she leaning against? It was almost as if she had one of those maternity pillows that pregnant people used. But why…

Yaz looked up. The Doctor was lying barely an inch away from her, their face wreathed in a very soft smile.

‘Good morning, Yasmin Khan.’

Yaz promptly fell out of the bed.

‘Yaz?’ -The Doctor’s head appeared over the side of the bed- ‘You okay?’

The events of the previous day exploded into memory in Yaz’s mind. A shared room. Foot-rubbing. “My girl”. A shared bed.

‘D-don’t… what… but…’

The Doctor climbed out of bed and helped Yaz to her feet.

Memories swirled in Yaz’s head. A very soft pillow…

‘Oh, god!’ she exclaimed, putting her now-burning face in her hands. ‘Did I… I’m so sorry, Doctor!’

‘What for?’ the Doctor asked, and Yaz looked up. The Doctor didn’t look angry but, instead, baffled. ‘Cuddling me? We did that the other day on the sofa, didn’t we?’

‘Yes, but… not in our pyjamas.’

The Doctor shrugged.

‘No need to apologise, Yaz. Besides, I… I like cuddling you.’

Yaz’s mouth fell open. The Doctor was blushing, and very prettily at that.

‘I… I like cuddling you too, Doctor,’ she said. Gathering her courage, she reached forward and placed her hand on top of the Doctors, gripping it softly.

The Doctor stared at her, before their face broke into a wide smile. Their eyes crinkled in warmth as they stared at Yaz. Yaz felt her heartrate dramatically increase.

‘You’re like the best person I’ve ever met.’

There was a beat of silence. Yaz felt her breath hitch in her throat and time seemed to stretch. Then, the two of them began to lean forward. Yaz saw the Doctor’s eyes flutter shut, and their lips begin to pucker-

‘Yaz! Your dress is here!’

Yaz and the Doctor jumped. Yaz’s mum was knocking on the door.

Yaz was about to yell at her mum to come back in five minutes, but she caught saw sight of the Doctor. They were still smiling at Yaz, as if something had been confirmed between them. The Doctor looked immensely happy.

Biting her lip to stop herself smiling too much, Yaz gave one last squeeze of the Doctor’s hand before getting up and heading over to the door.

 *

 About an hour later, Yaz surveyed herself in front of the mirror. Dresses were not usually her thing, but her mum had insisted. Yaz didn’t actually mind this one; it was a purple number that came down just below her knees, and she was wearing a shawl around her shoulders to compliment it. And, of course, there was the hijab that her mum had specifically bought for her. She rarely ever wore one normally, but she had to admit that she rather liked it.

‘Wow.’

Yaz turned. The Doctor was standing nearby, wearing the bright blue suit that the two of them had picked out from the TARDIS wardrobe.

‘Cor,’ the Doctor said, grinning widely. ‘C’mon; give us a spin.’

Yaz laughed, before doing so. As she finished spinning, the Doctor caught her hands and grinned as they stared at each other. There was a beat of silence, and Yaz felt her heartrate increase again.

‘You look beautiful,’ the Doctor said, quietly. ‘Truly beautiful.’

Yaz could have happily died in that moment.

The Doctor intertwined their fingers with Yaz’s.

‘So… you all ready for the wedding, then?’

Yaz smiled.

‘Yeah. Thanks again for agreeing to come with me; you’re a lifesaver.’

‘It’s my pleasure to,’ the Doctor said, not breaking eye contact. ‘You nervous?’

Yaz nodded.

‘You gonna be brave for me; ‘kay, Yaz?’

Yaz smiled, and squeezed the Doctor’s hands softly. Maybe this wedding wouldn’t be as bad as she thought, after all.

~~~~~~~~~

Thanks for reading, everyone! If you enjoyed the chapter, please leave kudos and a comment, and subscribe to the fic.

As a side note, the bit about Dan eating crisps was a reference to one of John Bishop's stand-up routines, so good on you if you spotted that. :)

[cosmicallyavg]

broke: the doctor sleeps in yaz’s room

woke: yaz sleeps in the doctor’s room

bespoke: the tardis makes them a third, separate room specifically to share

[awkwardtimelady]

i’m sad because i have a half written fanfic that i was planning on posting in a few days and i went on ao3 and someone had written a oneshot with the same plot, and they did it SO MUCH BETTER than i could’ve so now i don’t know if i’m going to post my fic because i don’t want them to think i’m copying and their work is a lot better than mine

[elliesgaymachete]

Jane tells Yaz a little more about her past. Also bed sharing.

thasmin AU where the Doctor just has like a shitty RV

[fanfic-corner]

Tumblrversary - 21st June 2021

It's official: I've been on this cursed site as this blog for a full year now. I'm not sure what exactly I've gained from the experience, other than more new friends than I can count and whatever the fuck November 5th had going on. Anyway, this is every single thing (of note) I've posted this year for you to peruse at your leisure, but mostly so my dumb ass can find it later :)

Destiel fic recs

My all time favourites

Alternate Universes

Apocalypse/Dystopia AU

Cafe AU

College/Uni AU

Soulmate AU / pt 2

Word Count

Under 2,000 words

Under 10,000 words / pt 2

Episode Specific Fics

15x18 Fics

15x19 Fics

15x20 Fics

Other Ships

Sabriel

Holidays

Halloween

Christmas / pt 2

New Year's

Sexualities

Asexuality and other a-spec identities

Bisexual Dean

Tropes

Bed Sharing

Case Fics

Established Relationship

Major Character Death

Slow Burn

John Winchester is an Asshole

Writer!Castiel

Wattpad

Fluff

Other fic recs

Ineffable Husbands

Natsby

Professor Layton

Cockles

A-Spec Across Fandoms

My writing

After (634 words) - AO3

Dean Winchester was dead.

You Only Live Once (1,238 words) - AO3

“Hello, Dean,” Cas replied, his frown matching Sam’s. “What are you doing up?”

“I’m allowed to leave my bed, guys.” Dean pouted, plopping himself safely out of spaghetti splatter range. “I’m only dying. It’s no biggie.”

Heaven's Honeysuckle (2,591 words) - AO3

Dean is only meant to pick up the flowers for his brother's wedding, but the kind man with the blue eyes who works there keeps dragging him back to the small shop.

'I love you' (420 words) - AO3

"I love you."

Dean just stares at him.

All Alright (1,403 words) - AO3

Two people die every second. It was a fact Dean had learnt many years ago, from some shitty game show on some crappy motel room tv. Two people die every second, and Dean couldn’t help but feel like they were always people he knew.

A State of Normal (457 words) - AO3

Slowly, life returned to a state of normal that Dean hardly recognised.

Forever Intertwined (358 words) - AO3

Castiel was no longer an angel of the Lord. He did not have the power to grip anyone tight and raise them from perdition. In fact, for all intents and purposes, he was human.

That didn’t mean that there wasn’t anything he could do while he waited for his love.

nothing ever really ends, does it? (3,397 words) - AO3

Five different endings to Supernatural, because they deserved better. Each one is self-contained, and they are all varying lengths.

Darling, So It Goes (4,652 words) - AO3 / post

When Dean gets asked to be Santa for Jody and Donna's Christmas party, he does not expect it to end with a litre of chocolate milk over a homophobe's head, but he is all too eager to help out a man in need.

Wrapped in Red (7,265 words) - AO3 / post

New at being human, Castiel doesn't know a lot about Christmas traditions, but when a case involves them infiltrating a couple's only Christmas party, Cas wants the full experience.

Including mistletoe.

5 Birthdays Dean Had Without His Angel, and the One With (1,516 words) - AO3 / podfic / post

Six different January 24ths, and how Dean celebrated.

Who We Are (17,331 words) - AO3 / post

It was supposed to be easy: barge into the Empty, rescue Cas, confess his love, be back in time for dinner.

The man Dean rescued was not the Cas he knew.

Suez, My Beloved <3 (507 words) - AO3 / podfic by mistbornhero / post

There has been too much calm in the world.

Season 16, Time For A Wedding! (12,332 words) - AO3 / post

Dean and Castiel are inviting you to share in their celebration of marriage.

+ Dinner and reception after!

Whoever wasn't expecting chaos had clearly never met the Winchesters.

Gay or European ( ADD LATER ) - AO3 / post

When the British contestant for this year's Eurovision Song Contest is suddenly out of the competition, it's left to four Americans and their Irish friend to take the microphone.

Paige, their manager, has not packed nearly enough painkillers for the chaos this trip will cause.

death may love you more ( ADD LATER) - AO3

On a hunt gone wrong, Dean finds himself possessed by an old enemy of the Winchesters. Bela is out for revenge, and she is hell bent on ruining Dean's life through any means possible.

If that means breaking the angel's heart, then, well...

Tumblr Ficlets

Don't Mention It

23 (for an ask game)

Supernatural: The End

"You love her, don't you?" (Thasmin)

Podfics

Building the Michael Sword: Some Assembly Required (10 minutes)

Castiel gripped Dean tight and raised him from perdition, everybody and their mother knows that. What is less well-known, however, is that he was also responsible for re-assembling the body.

Which he did with all the grace and patience of a man putting together a particularly difficult IKEA bunk bed.

The Tea is Decaf (25 minutes)

Based on this text post from thebloggerbloggerfun: "Listen, imagine Eileen sneaking out of Sam’s room at night to go to the bathroom or something and steps out into the hallway in one of Sam’s shirts only to see Cas trying to quietly leave Dean’s room while wearing one of Dean’s shirts and they both just stare at each other awkwardly for a few seconds before trying to muffle quiet laughter and now they have a late night club where they talk about life and gossip about the Winchesters in sign language"

And this anon I received: "what if Eileen and Cas discover there are some things Sam and Dean both do in bed because Dean jokingly gave Sam pointers when they were younger and Sam took the advice"

[morganaspendragonss]

LITERALLY IMPLYING THEY SHARE A BED THASMIN STANS HOW WE FEELING

[stillthesamewho]

The Halloween Apocalypse review

First, Thirteen and Yaz with handcuffs in bed. You don't have to explain any further. I'm completely sold. But why Thirteen even has them in her pockets is fanfic territory.

Second, I'm sooo glad they moved the opening credits to play after the opening scene again. I loved and missed the thrill of an intense moment that cuts into the Doctor Who theme song.

It's like, oh no there's something dangerous happening! What're we gonna do? Wait, here's the theme song! Of course, the Doctor's gonna figure it all out and save the day! I can't wait to see what happens let's gooooo

Third, it's the many things that happened in The Halloween Apocalypse that I have mixed feelings about it. I'm absolutely happy with the Doctor-Yaz duo, (I vote for Thasmin rights), especially with the co-pilot partnership!! They sound like they've done a lot since Series 12 except share about Thirteen's past

Dan is loads charming and I'm glad he has his own thing with Karvanista but I really, really hope he doesn't ruin the Doctor-Yaz buildup. I just want Thirteen and Yaz to acknowledge each other properly, hug and have a moment. We just need to get past this weird wall Thirteen has set up

I like Vinder too but I don't think his appearance was necessary, like the old dudes at the start whom I completely forgot about until they reappeared at the end. I understand these are all intros for the forthcoming eps but they're not important to the current story at all

The reveal of the skull villain felt underwhelming, like the mystery of the flux is more important than whoever he is. Except that, I am intrigued with how he rivals the Master in his longtime relationship with the Doctor. Maybe I just don't like the way he looks haha

Overall, I enjoyed the episode so much! It's shows the great potential of Jodie's run as Thirteen. And the cliffhanger end really bites! But I can't wait to watch the next ep. I have a good feeling about this season!