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Acquired Stardust

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if i look back, i am lost
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New Meme Proposal
Derp Jo:
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ai aproov
ree l  foc k in  se xy
2 sexeh 4 u
daddy
dunt u meen granddaddeh
Doctor, youâre not about to regenerate again are you?!
hoo nos
tfw u wunt 2 giv somwun a hy fivey bu deyr shortur den u thot dey wur
what happens when you pause seeds of doom at the wrong times
uh ai fink u meen wen u pawz teh seeds of done at teh RYT tiems~
jk ew
NO WUN AXD U
Remember when the Brig decided to take some giant maggots by himself?
silleh brigsy
2 skwer 2 b hip
datarsiah:
Asdfghjkl! Iâm watching the Android Invasion and all of a sudden thereâs two of the fourth doctor. Heavens me you can guess what Iâm thinking!. ;)
DEYR KEN ONLEH B WUN
imma doin ok, fank u~
mai helpa n ai hav ben a lil sik agin, dass all
a lil sik n bizeh
~teh docta
Weâre not doing too shabby at the moment, anon and @doctorsiggy , thanks for asking! Contrary to popular belief, weâre not completely dead. As teh docta said, weâve been a bit busy and/or unwell lately. So sorry for all the delays in posts! We may continue being busy throughout the next couple of weeks cos of stuff going on, but weâll try to put most posts on the queue so that weâre not too dead.
On another note, you may notice weâve started roleplaying a bit, so thatâll be here as well~
Thanks again, anonymous, Siggy, and everyone else still sticking around! I hope you all have a wonderful rest of your week!
~Helper of teh docta
The Day Off
Black sand. Purple sky. Pink water that sparkled with orange sunlight. Blue stones.
Sarah Jane gave a narrow-eyed grin at her floppy hatted companion and picked the best stone off her pile. Round and flat, it fit perfectly in her hand. Leaning a little to one side, she squinted at the lake, the spun that rock off her fingers with all her might.
One skip. Two. Six before it disappeared.
âMMMmmf.â She commented, quite smugly, and hunkered back down giving her friend a cheeky grin.
âTry and beat that.â She teased, heart light from an easy day.
âImpressive,â the Doctor replied, returning her grin. âAlthough Iâm not sure how well it can beat a trick I learned on Metebelis IIIâŠâ He picked up a rock and paused. âOr was it Colorado? Oh, never mind that.â He shrugged it off and watched the water, judging where to aim. Then, with small spin that knocked off his hat, and a confident flick of the wrist, the rock spun away into the lake.
One skip. Two. Three, four⊠Five. Only five.
âOh, that rock was no goodâŠâ he scowled, picking up his hat and slamming it back on his head.
As amused as she was with his sudden glum frustration, she clicked her tongue in sympathy and added a small sound of slightly judgmental comfort.Â
âOhhhhh.â Sarah Jane rose to her feet again and gave him a bit of eyebrow. âItâs a poor workman who blames his tools, eh? Donât be so glum, you might improve.â
Cocking a hip she whipped her second rock across the water.Â
Six again.
He gave a small pout, but it soon turned back into a smile as he watched the stone skid across the water. âI suppose youâre right,â he said, picking up another rock. He tossed it in the air and caught it a few times before giving it another go - this time, without a spin, but the wind managed to knock his hat off again.
The stone skipped, to his satisfactory, six times.
She liked to watch him. Graceful and unpredictable, he was as likely to just start juggling as he was to skip his stone across pink water.
In concentration she touched the tip of her tongue absently to the middle of her upper lip as she counted his skips. Heâd caught up with her brilliantly and she gave an approving shout and slugged him fondly in the elbow, proving all her teasing had been no more than a ruse.
âSee!â She chuckled, grinning ear to ear.
Her next rock skipped nine times. Sarah Jane had to hop three times on her right foot, her arms giving a pinwheel, to keep her balance.
He couldnât help but fill the air with his velvet laughter as he watched her special technique that allowed her stone to travel so far. He offered a small applause as her only audience member, her only witness.
He loved rare moments like these - times in which he could relax with whoever gave him company, skipping stones or just admiring the beauty of another planet. The thrill of running from enemies and saving worlds gave him energy, but the joy of days like these gave him repose. And to spend those days with his Sarah Jane gave the rarity of them much more worth.
âWherever did you learn that?â he grinned. He picked his hat up from the ground before the wind could blow it farther away and plopped it on top of her head.
His hat fit her like a candle snuffer and she pushed it back so she could see him. All those teeth of his, flashing at her. His laugh was catching and she joined in as she wobbled and gave one more hop to get solid on her feet again.
This was what he was really like. The people, the aliens who saw him when he was scrambling to save him never knew him like this, and she did worry when trouble put granite in his bright blue eyes. As breathtaking as he could be when they were in trouble, he was twice that on a lazy day.
âHa! I learned it dodging Nuns and skipping school.â She wasnât about to admit that her flailing had been accidental, not a flourish, though she suspected he already knew that. She went down to her haunches and picked the best rock from her personal her pile then stood up and offered it to him.
âCome on âŠyou do it!â
âAhh, I should have known - after all, you can never learn anything too interesting from being well-behaved, now can you, Sarah Jane?â He accepted her challenge and picked up the stone from her hand. âIâm not quite sure I can replicate your... intricate technique, but I do have one of my own up my sleeve.â
He looked back upon the lake ahead and rubbed the smooth stone with the pad of his thumb. He crouched down a little and uncoiled his arm with a powerful swing, watching the stone skip a few more times than his previous trials. âI must be getting rusty,â he noted as he stood up.
The Day Off
Black sand. Purple sky. Pink water that sparkled with orange sunlight. Blue stones.
Sarah Jane gave a narrow-eyed grin at her floppy hatted companion and picked the best stone off her pile. Round and flat, it fit perfectly in her hand. Leaning a little to one side, she squinted at the lake, the spun that rock off her fingers with all her might.
One skip. Two. Six before it disappeared.
âMMMmmf.â She commented, quite smugly, and hunkered back down giving her friend a cheeky grin.
âTry and beat that.â She teased, heart light from an easy day.
âImpressive,â the Doctor replied, returning her grin. âAlthough Iâm not sure how well it can beat a trick I learned on Metebelis IIIâŠâ He picked up a rock and paused. âOr was it Colorado? Oh, never mind that.â He shrugged it off and watched the water, judging where to aim. Then, with small spin that knocked off his hat, and a confident flick of the wrist, the rock spun away into the lake.
One skip. Two. Three, four⊠Five. Only five.
âOh, that rock was no goodâŠâ he scowled, picking up his hat and slamming it back on his head.
As amused as she was with his sudden glum frustration, she clicked her tongue in sympathy and added a small sound of slightly judgmental comfort.Â
âOhhhhh.â Sarah Jane rose to her feet again and gave him a bit of eyebrow. âItâs a poor workman who blames his tools, eh? Donât be so glum, you might improve.â
Cocking a hip she whipped her second rock across the water.Â
Six again.
He gave a small pout, but it soon turned back into a smile as he watched the stone skid across the water. âI suppose youâre right,â he said, picking up another rock. He tossed it in the air and caught it a few times before giving it another go - this time, without a spin, but the wind managed to knock his hat off again.
The stone skipped, to his satisfactory, six times.
She liked to watch him. Graceful and unpredictable, he was as likely to just start juggling as he was to skip his stone across pink water.
In concentration she touched the tip of her tongue absently to the middle of her upper lip as she counted his skips. Heâd caught up with her brilliantly and she gave an approving shout and slugged him fondly in the elbow, proving all her teasing had been no more than a ruse.
âSee!â She chuckled, grinning ear to ear.
Her next rock skipped nine times. Sarah Jane had to hop three times on her right foot, her arms giving a pinwheel, to keep her balance.
He couldnât help but fill the air with his velvet laughter as he watched her special technique that allowed her stone to travel so far. He offered a small applause as her only audience member, her only witness.
He loved rare moments like these - times in which he could relax with whoever gave him company, skipping stones or just admiring the beauty of another planet. The thrill of running from enemies and saving worlds gave him energy, but the joy of days like these gave him repose. And to spend those days with his Sarah Jane gave the rarity of them much more worth.
âWherever did you learn that?â he grinned. He picked his hat up from the ground before the wind could blow it farther away and plopped it on top of her head.
Submitted by badwolf-on-gallifrey
tfw ur cookee duznt tayst liek u thot it wud
The Day Off
Black sand. Purple sky. Pink water that sparkled with orange sunlight. Blue stones.
Sarah Jane gave a narrow-eyed grin at her floppy hatted companion and picked the best stone off her pile. Round and flat, it fit perfectly in her hand. Leaning a little to one side, she squinted at the lake, the spun that rock off her fingers with all her might.
One skip. Two. Six before it disappeared.
âMMMmmf.â She commented, quite smugly, and hunkered back down giving her friend a cheeky grin.
âTry and beat that.â She teased, heart light from an easy day.
âImpressive,â the Doctor replied, returning her grin. âAlthough Iâm not sure how well it can beat a trick I learned on Metebelis IIIâŠâ He picked up a rock and paused. âOr was it Colorado? Oh, never mind that.â He shrugged it off and watched the water, judging where to aim. Then, with small spin that knocked off his hat, and a confident flick of the wrist, the rock spun away into the lake.
One skip. Two. Three, four⊠Five. Only five.
âOh, that rock was no goodâŠâ he scowled, picking up his hat and slamming it back on his head.
As amused as she was with his sudden glum frustration, she clicked her tongue in sympathy and added a small sound of slightly judgmental comfort.Â
âOhhhhh.â Sarah Jane rose to her feet again and gave him a bit of eyebrow. âItâs a poor workman who blames his tools, eh? Donât be so glum, you might improve.â
Cocking a hip she whipped her second rock across the water.Â
Six again.
He gave a small pout, but it soon turned back into a smile as he watched the stone skid across the water. âI suppose youâre right,â he said, picking up another rock. He tossed it in the air and caught it a few times before giving it another go - this time, without a spin, but the wind managed to knock his hat off again.
The stone skipped, to his satisfactory, six times.
so meneh kwestuns, so lil tiem
The Day Off
Black sand. Purple sky. Pink water that sparkled with orange sunlight. Blue stones.
Sarah Jane gave a narrow-eyed grin at her floppy hatted companion and picked the best stone off her pile. Round and flat, it fit perfectly in her hand. Leaning a little to one side, she squinted at the lake, the spun that rock off her fingers with all her might.
One skip. Two. Six before it disappeared.
âMMMmmf.â She commented, quite smugly, and hunkered back down giving her friend a cheeky grin.
âTry and beat that.â She teased, heart light from an easy day.
âImpressive,â the Doctor replied, returning her grin. âAlthough Iâm not sure how well it can beat a trick I learned on Metebelis III...â He picked up a rock and paused. âOr was it Colorado? Oh, never mind that.â He shrugged it off and watched the water, judging where to aim. Then, with small spin that knocked off his hat, and a confident flick of the wrist, the rock spun away into the lake.
One skip. Two. Three, four... Five. Only five.
âOh, that rock was no good...â he scowled, picking up his hat and slamming it back on his head.