& I'LL BE ON YOUR SIDE .

indie low-activity multi. sideblog to befields. written by m.

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just tell me who u want the starter for!!!!

[sankta-zoyas]

torchwood (series 2) starters

And look at you, trying so hard to be all grown up.

Did you miss me?

What’s to fix? You don’t mess with this level of perfection.

I came back for you.

See, now you’ve given yourself away. Only someone who’s bluffing ever says they’re not.

Did I mention I’m armed? 

What can you be doing that’s more important than me? 

You went to murder rehab?

The odd kill, who does it hurt? 

Here and now, that’s what’s important. The work we do, the person I am now. That’s what I’m proud of.

What kept me fighting was the thought of coming home to you. 

Are you asking me out on a date?

We should be up there, among the stars, claiming them for our own.

Remind me never to get on your bad side. 

Your bedside manner’s rubbish.

They know more about this place than I do. Nobody knows more than I do. 

I have to stay away from you. If I don’t, I’m gonna end up hurting you. 

Each one of us must fight on to the end. Whenever that is.

I could murder a cup of tea.

You talk about your life like you’ve got no control over it.

Do you never wonder if we’re worth saving?

I think we’re worth saving. Wars and all.

I was just thinking, I’d do anything for you. 

I don’t really know where I really belong. Maybe that doesn’t matter anymore.

Stop pissing me around. You’re so used to lying and fobbing me off like the idiot I obviously am.

All I ever asked was for you trust me.

Is there anything in your life that’s actually based on truth? 

All you did tonight was mess things up. 

I just wish you were a bit uglier. 

You really think you could go back to your old life before this? 

You can’t block out the past forever.

I can’t afford to remember. 

How far would you go for me? I need to know. Would you die for me? 

Knowing there has to be more to life than this. Knowing I’m special. Waiting for someone to see it.

You save one life, a hundred lives, but it’s never enough. Who’ll save me? 

No, I don’t do flowers. And I definitely don’t do apologies.

Come on, be honest. You just came all this way to see me. 

You know, none of us know whether to take you seriously when you say those things.

I wasn’t ready to give up on you. I guess I was hoping for a miracle. And I still am.

Are we seriously going to act on something she’s googled? 

It almost sounds as if you care. Well done.

I didn’t realise we were in competition. 

I’ve seen you save so many lives. Are you really going to let this beat you?

It’s not bad that you need help.

I believed people. I believed them when they said it would get better.

You can say what you like. I’m not leaving you. 

No more locking it all away. You tell me when it’s bad. Share it with me. Okay?

I’m scared. I’m scared that if I close my eyes I’ll get trapped in the darkness. 

Listen, you’d better start trusting me, okay? 

Are you being rude about me? 

What’s with the attitude? You’ve got a face like a slapped arse. 

You used to care. You used to be bothered about people. Didn’t matter who they were, or what they did.

It’s the hope that’s killing me. 

It was better when I didn’t know. Before you, I had hope.

First I’m going to kiss him, then I’m going to kill him. 

It’s going to be dangerous. Think you could bear a little danger?

What am I supposed to do with those memories? 

We don’t have a song. And if we did have a song, it wouldn’t be this song.

I’m keeping more secrets than you’d believe. 

Hold on a minute, do I mean fun or do I mean carnage? I get them confused.

I’m gonna need a really good reason not to shoot you within the next twenty seconds.

There’s always a choice. 

The only strength I have is my hatred for you. 

You saved me.

[dearemma]

♥‿♥

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timeacross‌ / strax.

@hstrybk / starter!

“I suggest melting with acid as the most useful course of action!”

     ‘ How many times am I gonna have to tell you what interrogation means, Strax? ’ 

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astrificare‌ / pippa.

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        pippa has been running her whole life. as fast as she can, she’s been escaping suffocation and strangulation, running from parents who do not love her and siblings who think she’s worth less than them, from a life she’d sooner die than be a part of. she’s been running from herself. no, she’s been running to herself, to a person that she feels comfortable being, but that takes her away from who she is — was — supposed to be.

        they do so much good, don’t they? they laugh and they run and they pretend to be all kinds of people. they save lives, they’re adventurers, they learn and they grow…and they are together, doing it. when would they ever have been afforded this time, back home? when could they ever have become this close? and perhaps she’s done things to keep ned alive that she shouldn’t have done. perhaps the doctor and their blasted rules of time can go hang themself, as far as she’s concerned, because how can they not understand how important one single person is, but pippa doesn’t care. 

        she’s always wanted things her own way. she’s always been unable to stomach the idea of facing a world she doesn’t like. and she likes her world with ned in it. without him…

        ❝ no. ❞ perhaps it was inevitable; ned is a better person than she is, a more selfless person, and pippa can kid herself that she is good because she saves people, because she has no wish to harm anyone, but is she? has she ever been? there’s a vengeful streak in her—and while she’s not stupid enough to believe she could take on the doctor, she wants to.  ❝ eddie, no. ❞ 

        her hand comes to her mouth, and she looks as though she might cry.  ❝ there is no home for me, there. why would i ever want to go back? back. ❞ she doesn’t want to stop. she loves this. she loves who this has made her. going back would be like cutting off everything that makes her her, limbs and heart and iron will scattered on some ballroom floor. she doesn’t want to be that. she has no desire to be someone’s wife. to be a lady.

        perhaps she is too old for that, now. perhaps being a spinster would be a blessing. hah. hardly. she’d sooner die.

        ❝ i c— ❞ her voice cracks; she has to turn away from him, holding onto the fence with a hand for fear she might fall otherwise.  ❝ eddie. it’s not home anymore. ❞

     Ned knows what he’s asking her to return to. He knows she hates the life she left behind, how stifling it is, how stiff and proper and stern it all was. She always preferred running with him, getting into trouble with him. She was born in the wrong world and found her way to the right one by complete chance. He won’t take that away from her. 

     But he will not keep living like this. Ned had enough of killing, of ruining lives far beyond the reach of his comprehension, in the Navy. He doesn’t want to be that man anymore. He wants to be the man he learned how to be while they travelled. Not the proud, selfish little shite who lied to make himself feel better than those around him, not the one who left with Pippa because damn the rest.

     He is going to die. And he is going to keep dying for all the times she brings him back. Can’t it least be his choice this time? Can’t it at least be for something? 

     ‘ Then take me back to Stirling. ’ Ned keeps his eyes on her even as she looks away. It’s not been home for a very long time for either of them. He hasn’t known any home other than the Navy or Pippa since he was eighteen, and he won’t pretend that’s why he wants to go back. ‘ I would never ask you to stay there. But I want to face this, and I would rather face it having seen my mother and my father and my friends one last time. ’ 

     He swallows, considers his alternative. The last thing he wants is for his family to think that he’s lost, that they will never find his body, never see their boy Ned again. If she really doesn’t wish to go back, though, he won’t force her to; he’s always loved her more than all the others, after all. He’d break anyone’s heart if she asked him to, even his own. He just hopes that she won’t. 

     So, almost timidly, with great uncertainty, he offers: ‘ Or we could wait here. You and I. But you must promise to let me go, Pip. ’ 

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@shewolv.

     ‘ You know - this might be the weirdest thing I’ve seen all week. ’ And she was stuck in a room full of talking kangaroos this Friday just gone.

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@astrificare.

     ‘ I was hoping you could translate it. I don’t recognise the script. ’ 

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@anycoward.

     ‘ Sorry but, if you’re the Doctor - why do you sound like you’re from Manchester? ’ 

[narcosedits]

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@astrificare.

     ‘ My mother is quite intent on coming to visit. Or she wants us to visit. I’m not sure; she wasn’t very clear. ’ 

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@bettercoward.

     ‘ I don’t understand, Jack. ’ He looks tired. Overtired, even. Harry can’t remember the last time he slept but, honestly, he’s not really interested in it anymore anyway. ‘ Did you - Did this happen to you too? ’ 

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who will do me a solid & let me write a starter from harry for them.

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astrificare‌ / freddie.

        ❝ this is proof, moneypenny. ❞

     ‘ No, this is stretching at best and libel at worst. You’ll get us shut down. Again. ’ 

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❛ i was afraid you were dead. ❜ [ella @ harry]

TW3. accepting.

     ‘ But I’m not, darling. I’m right here. ’ 

     Harry puts his arm around her and holds her close. It’s been a long time since he was anywhere he might’ve died, but he understands the power of dreams. They can take you straight back to a time long left behind. History sinks its claws in. History does not let you go. 

     ‘ Let’s forget about that now, eh? Come. You sit with me, now, and I’ll read to you. ’Til you fall back asleep. How about that? I’m reading all about the Auster Autocar. That’ll send you right off, I’m sure. ’ 

     Never mind that he isn’t sleeping in these small hours. It doesn’t bother him much, really. Just another thing in this life that he must adapt to. Besides - it’s given him much more time to brush up on his knowledge. Might as well put the time to use.

[sankta-zoyas]

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bettercoward‌ / face of boe.

   he’d been making a habit of this; feeling slightly guilty for having novice hame do all the work. it’s not his fault that he’s considerably lacking in limbs. and that his wheels were short-circuiting. no matter how many times she’s re-assured him it was no trouble, he still felt bad about it. but it never lasts long—he switches his focus on the young woman who was being led into the room. 

  you must be miss khan. 

  turning slightly; a sign for novice hame to be dismissed. as soon as she left the room, the face turned back toward the other. 

    i apologize for stealing you away, as it were, but i heard the familiar sound of the tardis and i could not resist. 

  there’s a semblance of a smile upon ancient lips; head turning again, as another gesture. 

  come closer, my dear. i assure you that i mean no harm. i simply want to talk; to ask you how it came to be that you started travelling with the doctor.

@hstrybk for yaz!!

     When the Doctor had said let’s go to New Earth, Yaz had thought yeah, sure. Sounds fun, doesn’t it? New Earth. She wants to see everything, honestly: the New Earth and the old one, and everything there is in between. Because apparently there are a lot of Earths that came before this one. It’s all very... amazing. 

     What’s more amazing, though, is the aliens. Novice Hame and - and the Face of Boe, who she brought her to see, some old friend of the Doctor’s. Very old. Very wise, too, apparently. Yaz is naturally in awe, and loving every second.  

     She does step forward when she’s prompted to - finally remembering that she can - and there is... so much to take in. So much. It’s brilliant. 

     ‘ You’re in my head. ’ Not the thing to be focusing on, she thinks, and tries again. ‘ How d’you know who I am? ’ 

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