#uglywettiewrites

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I recently got into broadchurch again and I can't wait to go work my way through all your alec hardy fics again, it's going to be such a delight! I saw that the links on tumblr don't work anymore since you switched to this url, is everything still posted on ao3? That one will burton fic with the rubber ducky lives rent free in my head, ever since I read it like 7 years ago lmao

(Also.... that one scene in season 3 episode 8 where alec traces his fingers over the map...... 👀)

Hello, and thanks for the ask.

There are a bunch of fics still on my Ao3, and the ones I posted here still exist, but even I have to be tenacious searching for them. I know people are finding them anyway with the #uglywettiewrites or #alec hardy tags, because I can see the likes (which are deeply appreciated!).

Alec Hardy is still top tier Bae. I love him so, so much ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[basmathgirl]

Rules: Write the latest line from a WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

Thank you @kira-7 for tagging me! You’re a star 😁

The last sentence I wrote for my WIP is:

A couple of the locals were sitting in the shade it offered, making the most of the respite it gave, although the flies hovering around them hadn’t got the same memo.

Oh dear. That’s far too many words, so I tag: @some-thrilling-heroics, @smackalicious, @raywritesthings, @uglywettiewrites, @jaskierswolf, @quillingmesoftly, @summerartist, @pia-writes-things, @imnotacommittee, @waywren and anybody else who might like to try this (and sorry to those who don’t want to do this meme).

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Do you want to visualise David Tennant in a variety of saucy situations? OF COURSE YOU DO.

I have been wanting to do a fic rec for a while and I'm starting with @uglywettiewrites who composes the most beautiful stories based on characters played by DT.

You could lose yourself for a month or more devouring her gorgeous (and super hot) tales... here's my top five:

5. Lily Bloom

(Walt Jodell, Camping)

Enjoyable plot, great character building, and a romantic and evocative midnight tryst in the woods.

4. 31 Days of Porn, Uglywettie Style - Day #26

(Alec Hardy, Broadchurch)

There's something very appealing about Alec Hardy being driven to distraction and having desperate but fulfilling sex at a party. This is well paced, funny, hot, and emotionally satisfying too.

3. Beauty Before the Flames

(Jean-François Mercier, Spies of Warsaw)

Beautiful scene-setting, a confident woman, and drawn-out lovemaking with Jean-François Mercier? Yes please.

2. A Brighter Color

(Jean-François Mercier, Spies of Warsaw)

I guess I have a thing for Jean-François and confident, sexy women because this one is epic and I absolutely love it.

1. Seven Minutes in Heaven

(Walt Jodell, Camping)

I have lived for days in this fic, reading it over and over. Cleverly told, and so hot it's practically on fire.

[indvoran]

Fanfic Author's Appreciation Day

Fic recs:

If you like fanfiction, DT characters, good writing, juicy sex scenes, a perfect mixture of on-spot in-character depiction and author's freedom (e.g. OCs), a sliver of darkness, you WILL love @uglywettiewrites 's fics. Really! They all are fantastic!

Some of my favourites:

Alec Hardy / Broadchurch:

It's a love story, a crime novel, a thriller in one! Oh, and you will be devastated at the end. Like, why should I suffer alone, right?..

Aiden Hoynes / The Politician's Husband:

He is SO in-character here! And he's found his match!

Mercier / Spies of Warsaw:

Sex, guns, spies - what's not to like?..

Brendan Block / Secret Smile:

Where he is figuratively and literally is NOT on top...

Oh, and the last, but not the least...:

Lucian x Peter Vincent /Underworld x Fright Night

Yes, you've read correctly: it's David Tennant and Michael Sheen's films crossover. And with a brilliant plot twist!

Thank you, @uglywettiewrites !

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uglywettiewrites replied to your post “feeling anxious and distressed and not really sure what to do with...”

Usually standing up and taking a short breather to re enter yourself works. Hooe you feel better!

thank you 💖

[not-falling-but-sauntering-down]

For the asks: 6, 11, 15, 24.

thank youuu sweetie!

6. most hated song in your native language?

mmm plenty but dios mio anything by Garibaldi. What were we smoking when we let them record music? 

11. favourite native writer/poet?

very cookie cutter answer but yeah maybe Octavio Paz for poetry and Carlos Fuentes

15. a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get?

this is haaaaard, I don’t know, everything and everyone will be turned into a joke in Mexico. Also we have tons of sayings that mean absolutely nothing when you translate them. 

Some sayings: The clown has taken us, Just in case of the flies, The ball knows... 

24. what other nation is joked about most often in your country?

Lol americans! they are the butt of many a joke. Its a complex relationship (obvs!) There is a saying in Mexico that goes: “Mexico: so far away from God, and so close to the US” 

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Songs Of Yesterday

Rating: T+

Word Count: 2,022

Summery: The Doctor is alone in the TARDIS, after losing Donna and Rose. An introspective piece.

Written for @uglywettiewrites for Doctor Who Secret Santa! I really hope you enjoy reading it, because I’ve enjoyed writing it! Merry Christmas. 

Songs Of Yesterday

Keep running. Keep moving. Don’t stop, don’t look back, don’t think.

“Right, where to, next?”

It was all in the tiny things. The voice that didn’t answer, the people that didn’t come running.

There was always several levels of noise in the TARDIS.

The first level was made from the humming of the engines, the swish of the life support systems creating air that all occupants could breathe, the fast flick of the computer systems making innumerable tiny corrections and calculations while in flight, the pulse of the Time Rotor rising and falling, like a great beating heart.

The second level was a more organic one. The constant sense of presence. The shapes of people was something that made a noise of its own in the path of time. A noise above beating hearts and footsteps on metal, and breath drawn beside him, as he poured over the control console.

Silence, true silence in the TARDIS was a very rare thing, and while this may not have been quite that, it was close enough to it, that the Doctor felt uncomfortable.

He sighed, tugged his pinstriped jacket straight as though resetting it for an invisible audience, leaned forward to press his head to the cool surface over the time rotor, as though there were answers written there.

“What do you want to do, today?”

Another question without an answer.

“It was for the best.”

The silence pressed in around him as though it were a living entity, stealing meaning and definition from the words. Where was the noise, when he needed it? Rose’s voice swum, unbidded in his mind.

“Course it was. You’re the Doctor, aren’t you? You make everything right.”

Why did he keep moving? A question that so many had asked him over the centuries, always to a flippant reply.

It’s boring, sitting still. There’s still an entire universe of things out there to discover, just waiting to be turned up. Novas burning, and planets turning, and hundreds upon thousands of species living out their lives under the stars, and somewhere, there’s always someone who needs a Doctor.

They were good answers. Answers that contained a little bit of him, just enough to sound like they were all there was to it.

“Why, though, really? Gotta be more to it than that.” This time it was Donna’s voice that his psyche adopted.

The truth was…. The truth was…

Well, see, the faster I run, the less time the silence has, to catch up with me.

Silence was the enemy. It was the final word in a story, the end of the last page in the book. Silence was too many things to think about, too much left not done, and the voices of so many lost companions speaking to him from the depths of his conscience.

Even though Rose and Donna weren’t amongst the lost, they may as well have been. They were lost to him, now, so their voices joined the rest.

Straightening, he broke contact with the cool surface, and circled the console, to the main computer banks. A few taps bought up the schematics of the ship, constantly shifting as they were. There was a routine for when people left him, now, it had happened so often. A little bit of ritual, to push away the moment when he had to start thinking, and feeling, again.

Every lose hurt, and in a different way.

“She’s safe. She’ll be happy.”

A few more keytaps, to label the rooms, and make a backup copy of the layouts, preserving everything that was in them, the way that they were. This was what he always did, because this way it felt less like a goodbye, and more like a simple pause. At any moment, he could call up the files, restore the rooms to their previous design, items and all, and step back, just like stepping back into the past.

“They’ll both be safe. Safer, at any rate. Rose has a world to help put back together.”

Turning, he headed down the hallway for Rose’s room. This was something that he’d put off doing after he first lost her, being the creature of hope that he was. As long as her room was there, then this life was ready for her to step back into, and it was a hope that had been answered. Now, though, he’d had his moment, the chance that he hadn’t had before, to do something that he refused to do so many times before. He’d had his chance for closure.

“And of course, she has him.”

His words echoed down the hallway, bouncing off the metal walls and floor as though there were a dozen of him speaking the words at the same time. Somehow, that just made the silence around him into something that was even more pressing than it had been before.

Opening the door, he stood on the threshold looking in. There was a book, left open and with the pages down on a desk, a denim jacket tossed over a chair, and the bed was unmade as though she’d only just rolled out of it, like she was going to walk around the corner at any moment, blinking like an owl and with her hair mused from sleep.

“Up already? Don’t you ever sleep?” The Rose in the corner of his mind asked.

Sleep is for tortoises. A hint of a smile curved up the corners of his mouth, and then was gone just as quickly. The truth was, he was running too fast to sleep. The silence got too much of a chance to catch up, and his dreams on the rare occasion that he did need to stop weren’t dreams, so much as nightmares. Time and again, he lost those that he cared for to the dark.

Stepping inside, he crossed over to pick up a bookmark, and slip it between the pages before closing the book.

“That’s my Rose. Never read the last pages of a book.”

Endings could be changed, rewritten. That was what time was for.

Even now, he could still see her, sitting on the desk, legs kicking like a restless child, or darting around one side of the bed as he went around the other, something of his in her hand as she caught his attention in a game that made him remember the outside world once again, when he closed himself off too far. Friends made all the difference in the universe.

Oh, but his hearts ached for what had been and gone. Picking up a stray hair tie, something that wouldn’t matter to anyone else, he slipped it around his wrist.

For a moment, he considered straightening the blankets on the bed up. But no, it was better this way. More natural.

He knew she wouldn’t be stepping back into it, but still… If he did too much, then it wouldn’t be the same. Without disturbing anything else, he slipped out again, and closed the door, flicking the latch as did so, to seal the image of the room.

Next time the door was opened, there would just be an empty room, a blank canvas waiting for someone else to decorate. The impression was stored in the TARDIS data banks, tucked away safely, where time couldn’t get to it.

“One down…”

As the Doctor turned to move down to where Donna’s room had been, his steps seemed so much slower than his usual fanatic pace, and he was a lot quieter, more subdued overall. Right now, there was nothing to run from, and nothing to run towards.

As much as he wanted to ignore it, right now he felt old, could feel the weight of all his years, and all the lives that had passed through his hands, sitting on his shoulders.

I’ll need to do something about that.

This wasn’t him. He wasn’t one of those old, slow sentinels of time, like so many of his species ended up.

“Not time yet to put me out to pasture, no sir, not at all.”

“Not even a day, and you’re already talking to yourself. First sign of madness you’ve got, right there,” Donna’s voice supplied helpfully, from the same place that Rose’s had spoken from.

“Talking to figments of imagination must be the second, then.”

“Oi, watch who you’re calling a figment, stick insect!”

They never left him, not really. Like the TARDIS, he had a thousand plus rooms of memory inside the halls of his head.

Down the hallway, up the stairs, and around the corner. Donna had set herself up only a couple of blocks away from the library, a respectable distance from the madness of the control room.

With an open hand, fingers spread wide, he pushed his hair back, and pushed Donna’s door which was sitting ajar, open the rest of the way. The contrast between the two rooms was what his gaze was drawn to. The colours in here were fiery reds, and soft, warm browns, with a hint of green around the edges. The effect was almost as though he were stepping into somewhere alive, warm and welcoming.

Where Rose welcomed mess, Donna’s room was neat. Everything was away where it ought to be, and a series of photos that she’d snapped stood in a row, straight and to order like soldiers called to attention. Tiny slices of alien landscapes and lives, preserved forever on flat paper.

Snapshots, that she would never be able to see again, for the cost of her mind, or her life.

Really, he didn’t need to preserve this room. But he would. Because that’s what he did.

His gaze swept along the photos, studying each of them in turn, from the ice fields of the Oodshpere, to the beautiful sweeping planes of a wild world that had no settlements, and finally, at the back he spotted what he’d been looking for. He hadn’t thought there would be one.

“Well, why would I want to take photos of myself? That’s just daft, Space Man.”

Picking it up, he slipped it out of the frame, and into the pocket of his jacket.

Memories, that’s why. There always has to be something to keep the memories solid.

“You were my best friend.”

He spoke aloud, to the ghost in the corner of the room, smiled warmly at it, as it turned to him, a flash of red hair flying loose in the motion.

“It was nice, to have one again.”

“There will be others. Just gotta find them. Make sure you do, by the way.”

“Do what?”

“Find them. You’re not good on your own.”

The Doctor’s eyes refocused, and the image was gone, another memory leaving him to his own devices.

“Maybe. In a while.”

Turning, he slipped out of the room, and closed the door to seal it as he had, Rose’s.

“You’re going to be brilliant, no matter what you do, or where you go, Donna.”

The TARDIS seemed to hum a little louder, a little warmer, as he turned to make his slow way back to the control room, one eye on the future, and one eye on the past.

“It’s just you and me again, isn’t it, old girl?”

The TARDIS beeped as though replying to his words.

“You and me. Like it always is.”

The time rotor rose and fell a little faster, as he stepped back into the room, and slipping the photo out of his pocket, tucked it into a small gap in the control console.

“What do you say? Ready to run, again?”

He’d spent so long running, ever since he’d first left Gallifrey, that even this small piece of time standing still was too long for his restless nature.

“Time to put more distance between us, and the silence out there.”

The TARDIS didn’t judge him. She knew what he needed, always, and was ready to follow her rebel Time Lord and best friend to the very ends of space and time.

“There’s a universe waiting for us.”

The metal was warm under his hands.

“Let’s go and make them both proud.“

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Thank you for all the Chris from Learners love. You're blessing my dash!

oh did Chris hit my queue today ... he is such an adorable dork isn’t he ... he deserves all the loving :D

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@thetraciwho replied to your post

“Well. Fuck.”

Talk, woman. Talk!

@uglywettiewrites replied to your post

“Well. Fuck.”

I'm intrigued.

Non spoilery thoughts below the cut. Just in case.

Initial reaction:

His accent, though improved, still makes him sound like a cartoon villain. 

He is the best part of the film, easily. I’m not 100% sure why he signed on.

Backstory is important. The lack of context here was...fucking weird.

Probably the scariest/weirdest of the Tennants. I don’t know if he’s made weirder by the lack of explanation for WHY HE’S SO FUCKING CRAZY

Having a way to measure time would be helpful

He is such a ridiculously talented human being. He transformed for this one. I didn’t recognize him at all. He had one “wellll” that was so him, otherwise...it’s not David. DEAD EYES are a thing and he has mastered them.

Possibly the most attractive Tennant. 

Dom!Tennant is now the only thing I ever want to think about. Until the end of time.

If you have triggers and you’re concerned...DEFINITELY ask someone before going...it was rough.

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Why are all your fics on here gone? Did you delete them, or are you planning on reposting them, or not?

I haven't deleted anything ... maybe it's because I changed my name recently from uglywettiewrites to this? Just checked - everything's still there. Maybe it's yet another Tumblr tag hell thing.

What were you looking for? Maybe I can post links if there is something specific you want to revisit.

I also have a lot on Ao3 under uglywettiewrites, if you want to peruse there.

[basmathgirl]

Tag Game: Shipping Edition

I was tagged by @breval. Thank you so much, love! I’d better warn you now that these answers will probably be a bit ‘same’y

First ship you ever read fic for: first, I have to explain that I was rather late to the ‘reading fanfic’ party, in that I never knew it existed until it was mentioned on “The Friday Night Project”. My son found me some Doctor Who Doctor/Donna fic on FanFiction.Net soon after. *shrugs* I may have been late but I HAVE been consistent.

First ship you ever wrote fic for: I never wrote any fanfiction until about a year or so after I discovered it existed. In fact, I hadn’t written any fiction since I’d finished my O levels, unless you count making up exam or worksheet questions. Anyway, it was for Doctor/Donna. [For anyone not in the know, this pattern will remain strong throughout my answers]

Ship you write the most now: Tenth Doctor/Donna Noble. Failing that, it’ll have a definite Tatennant vibe.

Ship you read the most now: admittedly I’ve dabbled with reading some Harry Potter (Snape/Trelawney in particular), Star Trek (Janeway/Chakotay) and Broadchurch (Hardy/Miller) fanfiction but I tend to stick to Doctor/Donna or Tatennant fics.

Newest ship: erm. Can Twissy be counted as a new ship instead of a branch of the Doctor/Master one? If so, then that’s the latest one. 

Rare ship you want to (sorry, I changed that from “wanna” because that English qualification has to earn its keep) read more of: well, Doctor/Donna is still pretty rare, in my experience; but I do like to seek out some Tencest (i.e. Tenth/Metacrisis Doctor) every now and then.   

Your taboo ship: sorry, shipping a teenage girl with a man old enough to be her father not only makes me gag, it utterly freaks me out. And I don’t care for polygamy either.

They never met in canon ship: something like Peter Carlisle/Donna Noble, Peter Vincent/Donna Noble, or when offered, some DCI Gene Hunt/Donna Noble gladdens my heart. Also, I’ve read some very nice fics with the Master/Metacrisis Doctor, and Master/Peter Carlisle.

Your unexpected ship: I was surprised how much I adored Jack Harkness/Metacrisis Doctor, but I was won over instantly, thanks to @whovianfloozy; who incidentally put me onto Fr. Marcus/Fr. Tomas (from ”The Exorcist”) too.

The ship you always forget to give love to: I suppose the Sherlock ones. Johnlock and Molly/Sherlock,

Ship your OC with a canon character: not sure I have an OC. The nearest thing I have to an OC is my young version of the Metacrisis Doctor.

A ship you’re embarrassed to ship: I did start reading some Brendan Block/Jenny fics, but ended up feeling guilty that I enjoyed them so much.

Your most romantic ship: like beauty, romance is in the eye of the beholder/author.

Your most tragic ship: none of the ships I write ever happened, so they’re all tragic to a certain extent. However, Donna’s demise is a huge obstacle to overcome, in all sorts of ways.

A ship you want more content for: is it wrong to want even more Doctor/Donna? If everything else had to disappear, I’d be happy to be left with them.

I tag: @raywritesthings, @cptscarlett, @helloprilly15, @shivver13, @lady-macgyver, @imnotacommittee, @uglywettiewrites, @cannibalilly, @catvampcrazines and @ageless-aislynn

 And I’d better hurry up and post this before the tumblr jobsworths shut my blog down because I posted some bare shoulders. Oh the horror.... 

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uglywettiewrites replied to your photoset “tyttetardis: David Tennant, You Me & Him Gala Premiere, Cineworld,...”

@silveth he's going in the Pacino direction. If he goes full Pacino I'll scream.

Good scream or bad scream?

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@uglywettiewrites  “The lesbis”? Is this a term people are using nowadays? Sounds kind of dismissive. But yeah, the whole movie comes off as a straight woman’s point of view, and it’s not even a very knowledgeable or enlightened one. I’m not one of those people who thinks only queer people can write about queer people, only women can make movies about women, etc. It’s entirely possible for people to write about experiences and relationships they’ve never had with sensitivity, insight, and concern. This film isn’t one of those occasions, though, and does seem to highlight why people criticize straight people who try to write queer characters and situations. Mostly, it’s just a poorly conceived, badly written and horribly directed mediocre romantic comedy. There are tons of them out there, and this is one. It’s not an evil, dangerous movie. It just sucks.

As I said in my post my biggest problem with it is the way it doesn’t take misogyny seriously. Treats it as a harmless personality quirk that has no negative consequences for women. 

It’s the kind of self-indulgent film that gets made when someone with more well-connected friends than actual talent, training, or experience wants to make a movie.

[whovianfloozy]

uglywettiewrites replied to your photo “”

Hardy deserves the whole world [and not falling on his head, either].

He really does. It seems like he’s tried to be a good Dad and a straight up guy in his career and marriage and got shit for it at every turn. Poor puddin’.

[not-falling-but-sauntering-down]

Rules: tag people you want to get to know better

Tagged by: the lovely Mel thank you! @mel-loves-all

Relationship status: married

Top 3 ships: I’m not much of a shipper actually but Ten x Rose (DW), Aziraphale x Crowley (Good Omens) and YoungHo x JooEun (Oh my Venus) cause their chemistry is through the roof!

Top 3 rarepair ships: again not too much of a shipper but Hardy x Hannah makes my heart beat, not rare but crossover(Broadchurch x SDoaCG) Aiden Hoynes x anyone ! (politicians husband). A crack one: Matt x Dom (Muse)

Lipstick or chapstick: Lipstick!

Last Song: Centavito - Romeo Santos

Last Movie: The princess switch

Currently Reading: Assortment of fics and rereading Good Omens

Tagging: no pressure :) @tennantaddict , @uglywettiewrites , @meanwhileinpetesworld , @isolatedhysteria , @melissa92863

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Every single one of those stories is very close to my heart ... especially that seriously deep cut featuring Hardy x Grace/Clara.

Thank you so much for taking the time to put this together 💖

PS: Urgh. Bloody Mercier - there is no effort, he just comes out like ... that. Damn that f*cking Frenchman 😍

Do you want to visualise David Tennant in a variety of saucy situations? OF COURSE YOU DO.

I have been wanting to do a fic rec for a while and I’m starting with @uglywettiewrites who composes the most beautiful stories based on characters played by DT.

You could lose yourself for a month or more devouring her gorgeous (and super hot) tales… here’s my top five:

5. Lily Bloom

(Walt Jodell, Camping)

Enjoyable plot, great character building, and a romantic and evocative midnight tryst in the woods.

4. 31 Days of Porn, Uglywettie Style - Day #26

(Alec Hardy, Broadchurch)

There’s something very appealing about Alec Hardy being driven to distraction and having desperate but fulfilling sex at a party. This is well paced, funny, hot, and emotionally satisfying too.

3. Beauty Before the Flames

(Jean-François Mercier, Spies of Warsaw)

Beautiful scene-setting, a confident woman, and drawn-out lovemaking with Jean-François Mercier? Yes please.

2. A Brighter Color

(Jean-François Mercier, Spies of Warsaw)

I guess I have a thing for Jean-François and confident, sexy women because this one is epic and I absolutely love it.

1. Seven Minutes in Heaven

(Walt Jodell, Camping)

I have lived for days in this fic, reading it over and over. Cleverly told, and so hot it’s practically on fire.