always.

twelfth doctor as told by jack.

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MY BAD BUT UH

the doctor didnt work out for me

y’all are more than welcome to follow me @soulseekiing, & maybe i’ll get twelve on there eventually. sorry for wasting time!

[thegirlinthefandom]

My kinds of ships are the ships where the men know their women are powerful forces of nature and that they could fuck up entire armies in a matter of seconds and THEY EMBRACE IT AND TAKE PRIDE IN IT???! “Oh… It’s not me you should be worried about… It’s my WIFE.“ *smirks* YAAASSSSSSSSSS GIVE ME MORE.

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— performer.

    Nearly SIX HOURS had passed since the woman had first set her things down, but a brief look downwards at her case— which was lay open at her feet, barren except for a few coins and three wrinkled paper bills— confirmed that today was a slow day. It wasn’t a shortage of audience ( there were plenty of people roaming the streets, actually ). It was the lack of interest. And it was rush hour, which didn’t help. Nobody stayed to listen, nobody really troubled themselves to toss in any spare change. They had family to go home to, or a dog, or maybe a cat…

    Five minutes, she told herself. Five more minutes, and then you can go get a bite. A few segments of Vivaldi ( Summer, an ironic choice in the current climate ) later, the weary-eyed musician bent down to pack up, tucking the earnings into her coat pocket and loosening the violin bow.     That was when someone standing a few paces off caught her eye.

          a street performer. && is that Vivaldi? what a fantastic choice in performance! how were people not stopping if only for the song choice? of course the playing is fine, but Vivaldi!

          before he approaches the stranger, he studies her surroundings, the people passing by--- just passing by. couldn’t they see she was performing, a case out for currency? the Doctor continues to observe, actionless, for a moment or so more, trying to figure out exactly where he is. he usually carries SOME kind of currency, but he had to choose the proper one to drop in her case. after pulling a ten bill out of his coat, the Doctor strides on over to the violinist, hurrying so he does not miss her.

          ❛ good morning — ❜ he looks up to study the sky && decides ‘ morning ’ is just fine— ❛ you play quite nicely. this is for you. ❜ the Time Lord holds the paper out to her && just nods.

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— River.

With each chord the Doctor plays, River feels herself relaxing. She stands there quietly, at ease enough to close her eyes and let the music wash over her. Sleep Walk is a tune she hasn’t heard in eons. When he finally talks, she says not a word.

Eyes still closed, she’s glad she hasn’t started swaying. They’re alone and even if they weren’t, she didn’t follow crowds. ( She might make an exception for this song, depending on the circumstances, of course. ) He doesn’t need any more of an ego boost. Instead, she gives him a good ol’ fashioned thumbs up.

          the fact that he can provide such a comfort for River gives him a strong sense of accomplishment— && with a simple tune, no less. he likes a good moment of pride, especially the kind that comes from doing something good for someone else. would he admit that openly at any given time? nah. does it make it any less true? also nah.

          now, the Doctor allows himself a bit of a smile. it’s lowkey, of course, but it’s there. ❛ what? no comment? ❜ he says as he plays. ❛ well, no verbal comment? that’s rather disappointing, you know. ❜

[firstratearsonist-deactivated20]

i’m stronger than this. i have to be stronger than this. there is no room for weakness, not here, not anywhere.

[vnting]

what the fuck is intimacy? how does that work? letting…. people be close to you? what the fuck is int

[duodexiim-blog]

ohhh my goodness the temptation to just move EVEYRTHING to this main blog is really strong, because the only tags it remembers is “ ( Ooc. ) ” & “ ( psa. ) ” & where my tag style changed, it may not even pull those things up..

also i could just do “out of character” (or out of time) and then “public service announcement” & my problems are solved???? hhhh tempting

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@spoiledendings .

          sleepwalk.

          it’s a melody the Doctor will always adore, a simple set of drums, an electric guitar, && all the mood && tone he will ever need out of it. it took him a while to be able to play the damn tune, but the wonderful, sweet, overwhelming feeling of accomplishment && pride made up for the sessions upon sessions of learning.

          ❛ what do you think? ❜ the gray-haired Time Lord asks, voice low as he strums away to the song by Santo && Johnny. ❛ i should have this play on repeat in the TARDIS, but then we’ll have slow-dance tunes when the universe is in danger an' i’ll want to have a little sway. ❜ he doesn’t laugh or smile, but the fact that he amuses himself is evident.

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@ofstrings .

          out the TARDIS, onto the solid ground of Earth once more. he inhales deeply, breathing in that smell of POLLUTION && EVOLUTION && WONDERFUL things overall. ahh, he loves Earth, he loves humans. it’s a good day today, he can feel it in his bones, in his hearts, in his brain— he feels almost euphoric as he strides away from his beloved police box, humming a tune that’s been stuck in his head for some time.

          && then he loses it, the notes from one of his favorite instruments tickling his ears && drawing him in that direction. a violin! he loves violins.

          he moves until he can find the source, looking around for where it might be coming from--- he doesn’t have Save-The-World or Stop-The-Bad-Guys on his to do list at the moment, so why not do something like follow the sound of a violin?

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stage   two   has been going on for  QUITE  some time.

INDIE    TWELFTH    DOCTOR AS    TOLD    BY    JACK  .          ( side blog . )

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          he has the Sandman song stuck in his head.           save him.

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“—— And she also likes  C L A S S I C A L  music,           if that’s any help.”

ALICE ROSENFELD:   Independent &&. Semi-Selective Violinist OC.

               RULES & GUIDELINES  //  ABOUT  //  PROFILE  //  VERSES

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@duodexiim ♥’d for a small starter

and there he was, minding his own business, trying to actually work for once. and BAM! giant weird box appears in front of him. he’s not really sure what the heck is going on, but he’s reaching for tettsui.  “ h-hello? ”

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          the sound of the TARDIS brakes in the air makes the Doctor’s lips twitch with the faintest smile as per usual, && with that observation, he grins with more excitement— 1845! a wonderful year for lots of America things, he supposed, && the year Elizabeth Barret begins corresponding with Robert Browning. he’s very fond of her poetry, so her being happy makes HIM happy in this scenario.

          he didn’t consider, of course, that the TARDIS didn’t quite get him there, && when stepping out of his box, he finds himself RIGHT in front of a young eye-patch wearing lad.           confusion.

          ❛ er ——— pardon me? ❜ whoops.