Martha Jones, Doctor And Soldier

Formerly martha-jones-saved-the-world. "...we could die any minute, but all the same, it's beautiful." Indie RP Blog for Dr. Martha Jones. OC/AU/Crossover friendly. Mun and Muse 21+. I follow back as ianandhiscollective. Please read "RULES" before interacting.

[doctorandsoldier]

Send “Nudge” on anon if you want to ship with my muse but you’re too shy to say it off anon.

Bonus: Tell me something about your character that you think would make mine fall for yours.

[ianandhiscollective-blog]

Hey look! Mistletoe (you pick the muse...)

Martha peered back at Carver with a bit of surprise as the words left his lips. 

She didn’t even know he’d be here. They’d both been invited to a holiday party in Gracepoint by a mutual friend, each of them unaware that the other would be there, so she was a little surprised to see him. A quick glance up told her that yes, she was indeed standing under a sprig of mistletoe.

“Carver,” the young doctor replied, a small smile creeping over her lips. “Fancy seeing you here.”

//FYI I’m going to reblog with the Martha account and tag you.

[doctorandsoldier]

dont-call-me-emmett:

“May I kiss you?” he asked stepping away slightly, in anticipation of getting slapped or told off for his brashness, “I promise to not get handsy, I just would really like to kiss you right now…if that’s OK.”

He quickly looked away, “if you would rather not,” he quickly added, “I’ll understand…” he was flushed like a scared schoolboy, he could tell as his face felt hot to him.

Watching and listening for a moment, the young doctor warmed up a little more. Gently closing the distance between them, her voice softened slightly more than before. “No, it’s quite alright,” she replied, her dark eyes brighter. “I was actually hoping…you’d want to kiss me.”

[doctorandsoldier]

@dont-call-me-emmett

[sandcvstles]

hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

[doctorandsoldier]

cptharkness:

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Martha felt Jack scoop her up and carry her to the couch. Part of her sensory system was in a whirl, trying to process the feeling of being lifted into the air while he was still buried inside her. Her head nearly spun, but it was just a short jaunt from desk to couch.

Placing her hands on his shoulders, she gently rocked in time and rhythm to the rolling of his hips. “Jack,” she breathed, losing herself in the waves of pleasure signalling through her body. Hot spots radiated from her nipples and her clit where Jack eased her to the edge with his fingers and tongue. Involuntarily, as they moved in unison, her channel gently closed tighter around him.

[ianandhiscollective-blog]

Hey look! Mistletoe (you pick the muse...)

Martha peered back at Carver with a bit of surprise as the words left his lips. 

She didn’t even know he’d be here. They’d both been invited to a holiday party in Gracepoint by a mutual friend, each of them unaware that the other would be there, so she was a little surprised to see him. A quick glance up told her that yes, she was indeed standing under a sprig of mistletoe.

“Carver,” the young doctor replied, a small smile creeping over her lips. “Fancy seeing you here.”

//FYI I’m going to reblog with the Martha account and tag you.

[doctorandsoldier]

dont-call-me-emmett:

“May I kiss you?” he asked stepping away slightly, in anticipation of getting slapped or told off for his brashness, “I promise to not get handsy, I just would really like to kiss you right now…if that’s OK.”

He quickly looked away, “if you would rather not,” he quickly added, “I’ll understand…” he was flushed like a scared schoolboy, he could tell as his face felt hot to him.

Watching and listening for a moment, the young doctor warmed up a little more. Gently closing the distance between them, her voice softened slightly more than before. “No, it’s quite alright,” she replied, her dark eyes brighter. “I was actually hoping...you’d want to kiss me.”

[theverylast-blog1]

X @doctorandsoldier

          “hey, shh, it’s alright,” the air was lit with fire and smoke and the scent of blood and burning flesh and decay and the sounds of lasers and explosions and destruction. the doctor held his companion in his arms, his suit covered in blood—- HER blood. “you’re gonna be fine, look at me, you’re gonna be okay, eh?” he said, trying to get her attention, trying not to let her eyes close out of fear that they would never re-open.

[doctorandsoldier]

Martha tried to focus on the Doctor’s thin, angular features. The air around them was polluted by a thin haze, likely from all the flames in the distance. She barely remembered being hit by the laser fire--she’d been trying to pull one of the locals out of the way to treat one of his wounds.

From Royal Hope on forwards, she’d always known that being around the Time Lord inevitably led to danger. In a distant, stone-walled corner in her mind, Francine Jones’ worried frown broke through in her voice as she semi-pleaded, semi-lectured her second daughter to, for God’s sake, Martha, stay alive, don’t fall asleep!

And they couldn’t afford to stay here. If she could move, they could get back to the TARDIS. Maybe?

“I...I...maybe I can move,” she nearly whispered, trying to raise up on her elbows and gritting her teeth through the exploding pain on her chest. 

@fromgalliifrey

[doctorandsoldier]

cptharkness:

Martha listened as Jack fumbled for something in his desk drawer--a condom, likely, but her eyes were not on his hand. They were on his bright, crisp starkly blue irises while the last of her orgasm silently ebbed in her body, still ricocheting lightly deep in her core. Enough to make her burn, which is why she wanted him inside her.

The immortal took his time. Moving sweetly, lovingly, allowing her to adjust to his entry. She felt her channel slowly give way, a moan escaping her lips. Still, it didn’t take long for her to envelop and adjust around him, and when he began to move, her own arms reached up and encircled him. Her hands on his back, shifting and moving her hips in time with his.

“Jack, she whispered, kissing back in reply. She’d never thought in a million lifetimes this would happen. But it did. And it was, right now, happening.

[ianandhiscollective-blog]

Hey look! Mistletoe (you pick the muse...)

Martha peered back at Carver with a bit of surprise as the words left his lips. 

She didn’t even know he’d be here. They’d both been invited to a holiday party in Gracepoint by a mutual friend, each of them unaware that the other would be there, so she was a little surprised to see him. A quick glance up told her that yes, she was indeed standing under a sprig of mistletoe.

“Carver,” the young doctor replied, a small smile creeping over her lips. “Fancy seeing you here.”

//FYI I’m going to reblog with the Martha account and tag you.

[doctorandsoldier]

dont-call-me-emmett:

“Now that’s something I don’t hear often,” Carver admitted with a slight laugh, “but you do bring out the best in me…” he stepped back, taking a drink of the freshly brewed coffee, “you are a very positive influence Dr. Jones, you make me want to be a better person.”

Martha listened. Under the right circumstances, Carver emerged a bit happier, maybe a bit more at ease, and somewhat vulnerable. But when he connected it to her, she flushed a little inside. Maybe a light tinge of pink slowly appeared on her cheeks? Her heart sped up a little, certainly. 

She didn’t know how to respond for a second. No words, anyway. Until: “I’m glad to hear that,” she admitted softly, smile still on her lips. While her coffee was getting cold, but she didn’t think of that at the moment.

@dont-call-me-emmett

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doctorandsoldier:

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[doctorandsoldier]

It was a red-hot spike of pleasure that sent the young doctor over the edge.

It bolted through Martha, making her cry out, wails of pleasure mixed with the immortal's name sounding loudly in the empty air throughout the Hub. Her hips bucked, her body shuddered, and she pressed her dripping centre into Jack's hungry mouth.

Her inner walls flooded with warmth, ripples of desire and an ache of need growing larger and louder within her. In the midst of her keening cries of pleasure, she eventually cried out: "Jack...take me...please!"

[ianandhiscollective-blog]

Hey look! Mistletoe (you pick the muse...)

Martha peered back at Carver with a bit of surprise as the words left his lips. 

She didn’t even know he’d be here. They’d both been invited to a holiday party in Gracepoint by a mutual friend, each of them unaware that the other would be there, so she was a little surprised to see him. A quick glance up told her that yes, she was indeed standing under a sprig of mistletoe.

“Carver,” the young doctor replied, a small smile creeping over her lips. “Fancy seeing you here.”

//FYI I’m going to reblog with the Martha account and tag you.

[doctorandsoldier]

dont-call-me-emmett:

That look on Martha’s face had Carver a bit confused. What was going on in that impressive mind of hers? He wondered as she seemed to look at him with a challenge in her eyes, “a penny for your thoughts,” he said wincing slightly at the old cliche as he picked up the coffee taking a sip and letting the hot liquid heat up his mouth.

“What’s whirling through there?” he asked tapping her lightly on the forehead.

The sensation of Carver’s fingers on her forehead tickled mildly. Not enough to make her giggle, but enough to certainly notice. 

“Was just thinking that I love your sense of humour,” the young doctor replied, gazing back at his deep honey eyes. Her expression softened. “You’re really fun to be around. And...I’m going to enjoy hearing whatever you come up with next.”

[lost-prince-of-corona]

Please reblog this is if you would rp with trans muses.

[sallysparrowtimetravels]

lost-prince-of-corona:

I see a lot of people unwilling to rp with me because my muse is trans, and because of that I feel nobody in the rp community ever will. So, yeah, reblog if you would rp with trans muses (nonbinary muses included).

[roleplaymmemes]

Send "Marry me" to see my muses reaction

[everybodyelsedying]

roleplaymmemes:

[tennydr10confidential]

[doctorandsoldier]

tennydr10confidential:

Because Martha Jones was an amazing and brilliant companion, and she needs the credit she deserves.

[doctorandsoldier]

"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you."

All Martha could feel was her chest burning.

Half her shirt had been scorched off, and a mass of red, angry wrinkled flesh covered her mid-section. Weakness, like a spigot draining her away. It was a struggle just to keep her eyes open: she was sure she’d lost quite a few pints of blood by now. The sounds of laser fire still whistled by in the distance.

“Doc...tor...” she croaked.

@fromgalliifrey

[doctorandsoldier]

"Shush, just concentrate on staying awake, okay? Don't sleep."

Martha blinked. Her head signaled loudly, broadcasting pain and...was it wet? It felt like something was trickling from her right temple. Blood? 

Her throat felt scorched, her vocal cords crackling as she passed air through her larynx and tried to speak. “Os...good?” she croaked, her eyes narrowed to slits for the pain. “What happened?”

@human-and-zygon

[ianandhiscollective-blog]

Hey look! Mistletoe (you pick the muse...)

Martha peered back at Carver with a bit of surprise as the words left his lips. 

She didn’t even know he’d be here. They’d both been invited to a holiday party in Gracepoint by a mutual friend, each of them unaware that the other would be there, so she was a little surprised to see him. A quick glance up told her that yes, she was indeed standing under a sprig of mistletoe.

“Carver,” the young doctor replied, a small smile creeping over her lips. “Fancy seeing you here.”

//FYI I’m going to reblog with the Martha account and tag you.

[doctorandsoldier]

dont-call-me-emmett:

“I would agree to that, if I was actually wearing any,” Carver replied, “I am not in the habit of using cologne. There are too many people in the world sensitive to perfumes and such and the last thing a police officer needs is to set off someone’s allergies. What you’re picking up is something else.”

He ventured a hand on her shoulder, his amber eyes gazing into her dark brown orbs, “you have a remarkable sense of smell, which considering how amazing the rest of you is, I guess I should be surprised.”

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Carver’s cup sat just to Martha’s right on the counter with now freshly poured, deep brown java with no extras, the warm, pungent smell lifting to her nose. Her cup sat right next to his on the left, waiting for its cream and sugar. The aroma of the brew mingled with everything else, but just briefly. 

Meanwhile, she gazed at Carver, half-smile still on her lips. Both finely shaped, arched black eyebrows raised slightly in a question. She didn’t want to rush him. But the unspoken question was a door, cracking open, up to him to enter if he chose.

@dont-call-me-emmett

[chonce]

#NotMyPresident

[borschtbowlingclub]

choncegiving:

The electoral college does not vote until December 19th. We have 40 days.

What does this mean?

Right now, the presidential election results are only a PROJECTION of the election outcome. They are PRELIMINARY RESULTS. A candidate still needs to earn 270 electoral votes to win. Hillary Clinton won the popular vote, which means that more than 50% of the voters wanted her for president. The electoral college shouldn’t guarantee an override of the public’s opinion– and it doesn’t have to.

There are 21 states that do NOT restrict which candidate the electors vote for. Out of these 21, Hillary lost the following:

As you can see, these states are worth 166 electoral votes. As it currently stands, Hillary Clinton is projected to receive 232 votes. Trump is projected to win 306. This means that 37 votes need to be taken away from Trump to bring him down to 269. Hillary Clinton needs 38 votes ADDED to win 270. These electoral voters can also abstain, which means that they can refuse to vote for either candidate. If 37 of the voters within these states abstain then no candidate will have reached the required 270. In this case, the vote would be taken to the House.

Trump won Pennsylvania, a state that typically votes blue, by less than 100,000 votes. While it is highly unlikely to get all 20 electoral voters to cross party lines and vote democrat, it also isn’t impossible to convince a few of them to be “faithless electors.” We only need to convince 38 out of the 166. That is 23%. There are SIXTEEN states we need to focus our attention on.

A move like this would be unprecedented. However, as we all saw on November 8th, odds don’t guarantee reality. Trump had a less than 20% winning, yet given the circumstances, enough people came together and made it happen. We can make this happen. 

Ask yourself this: What do we have left to lose? We can stay complacent and accept that this country will be run by a racist, sexist, islamophobic, homophobic, ablest bigot, or we can at least try. 

How?

SPREAD THE WORD. Trend #NotMyPresident to let people know that we do not accept being led by a man who does not care about our wellbeing. Email your professors, email the dean of your colleges. The last thing a university wants is negative press. Millenials can take a stand, but that doesn’t mean we have to be the only ones. Church-led events helped bring a lot of disillusioned voters to the polls. Spread the word in any way possible, whether it be on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, or even in person. Stage a peaceful protest. Hand out flyers. Let the people around you know that you don’t accept this man as your leader when he won’t even accept you as a citizen with your designated rights.

These 166 people need to face the consequences of electing this man. 

Do this for the people who couldn’t vote. Do this for the people who live in the very real fear of being deported. Do this for the people who will have to face the rise in hate crimes. Do this for the people who have a very real possibility of losing their rights. Do this for the people who will no longer afford necessities.