#xiidoctor

[yes7erdays-a1]

@xiidoctor ( continued from here )

the humph he receives in response is rather unladylike, teetering on the edge of being described as a snort, nose scrunching up unconsciously as she narrowed her eyes at him.

❛⠀⠀i think this is the part when i realize you have two left-feet.⠀ ❜⠀ she retorts, shooting a final glance over her shoulder at the crowd, worry brewing inside her chest. her final hour. the clock is going to strike twelve, and she'll... she'll die. she'll die, again.

her thoughts wander back to his explanation. the words she'd chased out of him, the pain that he could barely enunciate. in one hour, he was going through that all over again; time might think it's kind, to allow her a reprieve, to forget her own death, but it didn't matter she couldn't remember, she knew his face, had mapped it with her eyes, with her hand, and the story was clearly written there.

❛⠀⠀no. wait! silly me, this is the time you tell me that fred astaire taught you how to dance.⠀ ❜⠀

[evcryopeneye]

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‘Ask him.’

It had taken every iota of self control Tilly had in that moment to not roll her eyes at Paul. Of course he didn’t want to help, he was in a strop about something and as understanding and as kind as Tilly was, she had the start of a caffeine deprivation headache brewing and a deadline. So. She decided…that was exactly what she was going to do.

Well, after she went to the replicator and got four shots of espresso in the one cup with a dash of oat milk. Cup still in hand she made her way to his office, her brain wandered for a moment wondering what it was like to have an office, because she sure as shit didn’t have one. Then she knocked. Wondering what she was going to say…maybe she should have practised that more?

“Hi…hey, um, I found a thing, and I am a little confused about The Thing because it’s not really my area of expertise. I’m more of a physics and math person than biology, I mean I’m not ignorant of the subject, but it’s just not my favourite.” Fuck. That could be rude right? “I mean, not that it shouldn’t be anyone's favourite it’s just not mine, if you catch my drift, but…I could do with someone else's opinion on it…If that’s ok?”

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@xiidoctor liked for a starter ↳ Oblivion by Bastille

❝  You always took it farther than I ever can. ❞ She had always wondered: what did The Doctor do when she left the TARDIS? When she needed to return home to sleep or get back to teaching? Always another adventure, places she could not go so that she could continue a somewhat NORMAL existence on Earth as well. ❝  You just— keep traveling. Keep seeing the universe. All those WONDERFUL things out there. As much as I'd love the idea, don't think I could forever. Never stopping. ❞  Even with so much to do, so much to see in all of time and space, there would always be that calling to her to return home. Just for a bit at least. Pop back in, spend time there though sometimes perhaps she pulled herself in TOO many directions like when she had been trying to juggle her job, Danny, and The Doctor all at once.

[iamthemaster]

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[gallifreyborn]

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It was always imprisonment, Romana thought as she tentatively tugged at her shackles. They didn't budge. Romana sighed somewhat dramatically and sagged.

She understood why ignorance of the law wasn't an acceptable defence. Really, she did, but could more civilisations not include an alien clause? It would save her so much trouble. Now she was going to have to work out how to free herself, and it would really just end up being a waste of time for everyone involved.

Romana heard footsteps echo down the corridor outside her cell, and her ears perked. It was probably just a prison guard, but even if she couldn't win her freedom from them, they could possibly provide her with a source of entertainment.

"Hello?" She called out, her voice light and pleasant. "These restraints are really quite uncomfortable. Are you sure that they can't be loosened even a little bit? I would appreciate it oh-so much!"

[timeloved]

✧･ﾟ ——— ❛ @xiidoctor . ❪ asks . ❫ "everything we've ever known... it's all hanging by a thread."

✧･ﾟ ——— ❛ SHE HUMMED HER ACKNOWLEDGEMENT , KICKING HER FEET IDLY AS SHE PONDERED HIS STATEMENT . it wasn ' t untrue , and as a time - traveler she felt the precariousness of her world more than most would ever comprehend , the changed day with her father and the parallel universe she never existed in coming to mind . rose ' s feet swished far above nebulas earth would never see , sprays of stars and gases spread like wildflowers as far as her eye could see . fingers curled over blue painted wood , anchoring her body in the doorway of the t . a . r . d . i . s . , even as whiskey - brown eyes traced foreign starpaths in thought .

      ❝   ' s   never not been like that , doctor , has it ?   ❞ gold starlight flashed in her eyes , astronomically deepening their age for a fraction of a second . ❝     something ugly comes along , threatening time and space . and we fix it all , to walk away with knowledge of what is , what was , and what never will be .   ❞

      a soft sigh , and one hand lifted from its perch to secure an errant strand of hair back behind her ear . she tilted her head towards him , brown eyes turned to examine him , searching for something .

      ❝   what ' s prompted this thought ?   ❞ her signature smile — tongue caught between her teeth and endlessly mischievous — lit up her face . ❝   old age catching up with ya , and making you nostalgic ?   ❞

[wasme]

" there's so much you don't know . " asked by @xiidoctor .

it seemed almost impossible to take that in any way other than a warning , an ominous prediction from a future he shouldn't be seeing . the doctor felt old , felt as if his time was at an end , every breath one more than nature should allow . yet before him stands his future , greyed and wrinkled , tired and angry . ( is this to be his fate ? for his internal strife to manifest in physical form ? ) a soft remorse settles in his chest , a slow but evident decaying . " let me guess , you're not going to tell me . " words come out filled with an annoyance he hadn't planned on portraying , which is perhaps why next sentence is coated with a more resigned tone , careful not to be too upset .

. . . " no . probably for the best . . . "

[yes7erdays-archive]

the wind unleashes its mournful howl outside, the relentless assault of rain against the windows enveloping the early morning in darkness. a solitary candle dances on a nearby table, casting a warm glow over the pages in her lap. the handwriting of her young charge, more of a scrawl than anything resembling her lessons, dominates most of the parchment, save for a drawing of a cat at the uppermost corner of the page.

the cat is wonderful.

the lesson is most decidedly not.

as she fills in the drawing of the cat, wondering how she'll inspire the young girl to give as much attention to history, as to her drawings, the door of the sitting room creaks open. eyes don't budge from the scrawny cat. as she knew the housekeeper was the only one awake at this hour, clara starts chattering on about nothing, voice coated with the easy humor this house sorely lacks.

❛⠀ so, you've come to hear the end of my story. took you long enough, but i knew you wouldn't be able to resist. mind you, i half expected to wake up to you with a plate of biscuits on my bed, the way you were badgering on last night. now, sit down, and i'll tell you how i escaped from the pastor.⠀ ❜

@xiidoctor

[yes7erdays-a1]

@xiidoctor asked: "You left me in a room with a hundred boxes of rubbish and a lunatic ranting about a brain ray!"

❛⠀⠀yeah, 'cause i'm tired of tripping on your rubbish every time i go to the tardis wardrobe! i organized it last time and it took you two weeks to fill it up again with... i don't even know what. ⠀ ❜ ⠀ clara replied, looking up from her novel with a half-grin, judgement etched into her features. ⠀ ❛⠀⠀and that was a mirror. ⠀ ❜

best of patterson from blindspot ( 2015 - 2020 ) sentence starters !

[evcryopeneye]

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[nursc]

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lots of ooc mun stuff below:

favourite colour(s): for my entire life it has been a light powder blue, but in recent years it's become pink. i use pink in everything, i'm currently taking notes with a pink pen.

favourite flavour(s): huge fan of all things chocolate (milk chocolate -- very sweet preferably). i love mint, i'm a mint chocolate chip defender. huge fan of spices and peppers.

favourite music: i'm more of a pop girlie. i love broadway soundtracks ( hadestown shows up regularly as one of my top artists ). i've been listening to a little more country lately which i also really like and also classical (especially ballet)! but mainly pop and music i can dance to!

favourite movie(s): princess bride is a top one for sure. you've got mail, the librarian quest for the spear.

favourite series: star trek. all star trek (yes, even enterprise, especially maybe enterprise). gilmore girls, greys anatomy, fleabag, west wing (newsroom and the rest of the sorkin universe), community

last song: The Nutcracker, Op. 71, TH.14 / Act 2: No. 14, Pas de Deux: Intrada - Variation I/II

last series: chicago fire

last movie: ticket to paradise

currently reading: the third atlas six and anna karenina

currently watching: chicago fire

currently working on: studying for my test on monday (this is a break shh)

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tagging: @abenzstern, @forgaeven, @horroreius, @liibertysdream, @respondedinkind, @he1msman, @penvcnens, @basementboat,

[daftoldwarrior-a]

“Sometimes, The Only Choices You Have Are Bad Ones, BUT YOU STILL HAVE TO CHOOSE.”

DAFTOLDWARRIOR: Independent AU TIME WAR TWELFTH DOCTOR of BBC's Doctor Who: a study in PTSD, presidential duties, surviving and losing it all. Piloted by Day (est. in 2015, mun is 21+, selective, and mutuals only). sideblog to xiidoctor

CARRD

[ofcrossrcads]

what does your heart look like?

a bird struggling to get loose

Your heart can never hold still. It pounds against your chest frantically, always turning your sights to one thing after the next. When was the last time you were certain? The last time your life was stable? Maybe this is how you prefer things. On the move constantly, not tied down to one person or place. You chase one goal after the next. Can you ever really feel complete without a place to land? Shouldn’t you build yourself a nest?

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[killmebutneverinsultme]

It would have been an embarrassment for Spain were the history books to have included the mishap suffered by young Charles of Bourbon on his arrival to the palace of Naples. None would acknowledge the failure of the Guard in apprehending the Caribbean miscreant who had been snoozing in the royal bedchambers and had then made off with several items of value. He led them a merry chase up and down halls, in and out of windows, along balconies, briefly on a rooftop, down through the kitchens until at last he slipped out from among laundry into the gardens. There Captain Jack Sparrow found himself in a bit of a pickle, for in daylight there were far too many patrols. He opted therefore to hide in the stables until dark. 

Jack hated horses and they seemed to hate him more so. It was a relief, however, to find that those he passed made little fuss so long as he didn’t get too close. He eyed them warily and crept up the ladder to the hay loft, trying not to let his spoils jangle too loudly. Checking once more that there was no one about, he burrowed down among the hay, piling it atop him to best stay hidden, and wedged himself beside a strange blue shed.

It was only when he was properly settled that he peered up and noticed there were words on it, glowing words. Words, as it turned out, that meant very little to him in 1734. Jack eyed the box with brief suspicion then shrugged and lay still, waiting for the opportune moment to escape.

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[betterdcyz]

continued. / @xiidoctor​

      “——now where’s the fun in that?”  His sonic screwdriver illuminated his signature dopey grin.  “Who needs a light switch when you got one of these bad boys.”  He shakes the screwdriver and continues to grin.  “It fits the mood considering that we’re in some type of creaky old house.” 

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