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Hi! so i’ve moved thirteen over to @angeldcwn temporarily! just because i’ve been running up a steady number of blogs and it’s easier to just have them all in one place! threads will be dropped but please come and message me there to start new ones!
✰ — — — THE GOOD PLACE SENTENCE STARTERS
‘ hi, guys! i’m broken. ’ ‘ send nude pics of your heart to me. ’ ‘ man, repressing your feelings is great. ’ ‘ i just want to sit and stare at nothing and silently scream for the rest of time. ’ ‘ birth is a curse and existence is a prison. ’ ‘ it’s ancient history? it was happening until twenty seconds ago. ’ ‘ one of the perks of living alone is that i get to just walk around naked. ’ ‘ i’ll miss you too, you sexy skyscraper. ’ ‘ you were already at almost-maximum hotness, but now you look like a sexy, tan rapunzel. ugh, the dream. ’ ‘ well, hooking up with someone with the exact same name, it is kind of a fun, narcissistic fantasy… i could be into it. ’ ‘ so far, i’m the best student. i’m gonna be the velociraptor. ’ ‘ i feel like ‘friends’ in season eight, out of ideas and forcing joey and rachel together, even though it made no sense. ’ ‘ i once got lost on an escalator, so i’m not exactly christopher columbus. ’ ‘ we’ve been through this thousands of times. i mean, can you… just chill out? is that possible? ’ ‘ you deserve to be happy because you are an impressive, thoughtful, and special person… not to mention, you have a rockin’ bod. ’ ‘ any place or thing in the universe can be up to 104% perfect. that’s how we got beyonce. ’ ‘ because of reasons. there are reasons! they exist and i don’t want to explain them right now. ’ ‘ i’m a canyon… full of poo-poo. ’ ‘ they are a couple and i am a third part of that couple. ’ ‘ it’s suddenly very important that i get drunk. ’ ‘ you got dreams in life? that’s lit. ’ ‘ be nicer to yourself. ’ ‘ how can i say no? …can i say no? ’ ‘ i don’t have a house. i live in a boundless void. ’ ‘ i have no idea what’s going on, but everyone is talking and i should too. ’ ‘ be nicer to yourself. ’ ‘ i’m too young to die and too old to eat off the kid’s menu. what a stupid age i am! ’ ‘ is this a game? i go first. i call blue! ’ ‘ aw, man. i wanted to push that button. not cool, dude. ’ ‘ we know everything. i don’t understand much of it, but you know, i know it. ’ ‘ that was my first time as a fashion ‘don’t’ and i did not care for it. ’ ‘ i’m just a girl, towering over a boy, asking him to admit he loves me. ’ ‘ hey there hot stuff, can i get you a cup of coffee? ’ ‘ do you have any feelings like that for me again now? ’ ‘ no, no, no, dude, dude, dude, you don’t have to explain yourself. we are on the same page. ’ ‘ i am revved up to learn, man. my brain is horny! ’ ‘ i used to think about how it’s weird they don’t make pants that are just one big pant leg for both your legs. ’ ‘ i felt bad about what i did. it was a weird feeling. not used to it. didn’t love it. ’ ‘ yeah, i love you. ugh, that’s embarrassing. i feel so itchy. ’ ‘ go fork yourself, you mean giraffe. ’ ‘ who needs a soulmate anyway? my soulmate will be… books. ’ ‘ what do we do? panic? freak? i usually panic, but i am happy to freak! ’ ‘ we’re gonna have assignments and quizzes and papers… it’s gonna be so much fun! ’ ‘ i’m in a perfect utopia and i have a stomachache. ’ ‘ i need to step outside for some air. and… i will not be back. for many days. ’ ‘ the point is, you’re cool, dope, fresh, and smart-brained. ’ ‘ yeah, dude. i’m not a monster… anymore. ’ ‘ i’m good. just hang out with her and name constellations after each other or whatever it is nerds do. i’m fine on my own. ’ ‘ i’m in this. we’re a team. ’ ‘ she makes the bass drop… in my heart. ’ ‘ is that some kind of nerd pick-up line? because it’s only kind of working. ’ ‘ ugh, of course your hugs are amazing. ’ ‘ okay, that’s really specific and that makes me think that you definitely did do that. ’ ‘ yeah, mm-hmm, everything is fine, it’s okay, yeah. i’m fine. so, it’s all fine. ’ ‘ look away! everybody look away. i’m going to keep watching, but you guys look away. ’ ‘ ugh, talking about your feelings is the worst. ’ ‘ i’ve been keeping a secret from you… about you. the thing is, it’s not even harming you and if i tell you i feel like it might harm you. so, uh, ethically speaking, i don’t think i have to tell you. ’ ‘ has anyone ever told you what a drag you are? ’ ‘ ‘bearer of bad news’? uh, i think you mean ‘bad news bear’. ’ ‘ honestly, the best move is to get another dude and just go to town. rebound guy. ’ ‘ but i am happy for them! i am! i am! am i? i am! i am not. i am not. i am not that. i am not happy for them. ’ ‘ i totally get it. i mean, he’s a ding dong, but also a straight hottie. ’ ‘ you want to hear his side? oh, no, no, no. that’ll only slow things down. ’ ‘ no! right? no, it felt like a no when i was doing it. ’ ‘ here’s the thing, i’m nice to you and you’re mean to me. there’s something wrong about that, but i can’t put my finger on it. ’ ‘ how am i doing? oh, well, you know… stomach’s in knots, i’m stress-grinding my teeth, and it feels like i’m being suffocated. ’ ‘ just shove your feelings way deep down, plaster on a smile, and pretend your having fun. ’ ‘ just shove your feelings way deep down, plaster on a smile, and pretend your having fun… just like i do when someone starts talking about their kids. ’ ‘ how do i put this delicately… it’s all stupid garbage! ’ ‘ i’m sorry i dragged you into this. ’ ‘ i’m sorry that i never did laundry… and that i waited until you were about to do yours and secretly tossed mine into the basket to trick you into doing it. ’ ‘ that’s a very, very bad idea. don’t be yourself! ’ ‘ great. yet again, it’s everyone against me because everyone except me is an idiot. why am i the only person who clearly sees what’s going on here? ’
"Are you hurt?"
random rp starters!@talktotenstatus: accepting
the blonde scrambles to her feet, brushing off the oversized coat that still hangs from her smaller frame. “no, no- i’ve been through worse, i’m fine-” her voice trails off as her gaze meets that of the stranger who had asked. she knows this face, she knows it very well.
“quick question, though. where am i? and more importantly, when am i?”
shewandersoff:
the thrumming in her eardrums hasn’t stopped – it should have the moment she led the Doctor to the safety of the TARDIS. it SHOULD have died out – and yet it kept thumping, painfully, away in her skull. no part of this was okay, or alright, or… ❝ … you’re not UNBREAKABLE. ❞ did the Doctor forget that Rose had once seen her die? because Rose certainly didn’t… the first face she’d fallen in love with, all big ears and that wide, daft grin… and that thick, battered, soft leather coat… she’d watched him suffer, watched him look at her for the last time, watched the smile fade away from his face. until he became another man. no, there was nothing UNBREAKABLE about the Doctor. everyone had their breaking point. no one was immune. and she’d be damned if she let the Doctor meet hers alone and without support. ❝ – – Doctor! ❞ Rose caught her, her own knees buckling a little as she struggled to support the sudden influx of weight. shifting, Rose took as much of her weight as she could, all but carrying her. if she had to, she was certain she’d find the strength. ❝ you’re LYING to me. stop it. ❞ her voice is rough, a hiss between gritted teeth. she can hardly help it of course – – she didn’t risk her LIFE to save the woman she loves more than the very stars themselves, only to have her LIE to her. ❝ i KNOW you’re not okay. of course you’re not okay. it’s… it’s alright. i’ll take you to bed. you need rest – and that’s final. ❞
rose reminds her, all too well, that she’s not as unbreakable as she’d have you believe, and it’s a bitter pill to swallow. the doctor has to be unbreakable, a pillar for those around her, never bending, never crumbling - but the fact she can’t stand without support right now tells a different story.
she’s tired, rose’s words barely sinking in, the time lord still focusing on stablising herself on her own two feet. “i’m not lying-” but the energy isn’t there to argue, she doesn’t have the willpower to raise her voice, so instead she lowers it, hands still firmly grasping rose’s arms.
“i’m the doctor.” and the doctor doesn’t break down - but then again, the doctor isn’t usually stupid enough to get herself locked away. “i may not be okay now, but i will be. i have to be.” then she sighs, not entirely sure whether she means to or not - it’s a weight on her shoulders, the responsibility to constantly be fine, to be a hero. but, she’s the only person who keeps the weight there.
the doctor finally glances down at her hands, fingers still caked in dried blood, most of it her own. they tremble until she balls them into fists, a weakness she doesn’t want to deal with right now. “i should get cleaned up, at least. but no bed - please, rose.”
shewandersoff:
– – it hasn’t even been more than A FEW HOURS. Rose Tyler is acutely aware of time, in such a way she hadn’t thought possible for her human mind… though, she doesn’t measure time like the Doctor does. no, she measures the time in the wisps of hair pulled loose from her ponytail, dangling into her eyesight. she measures it in the sweat – still sparkling on her brow; in the heartbeat still pounding in her ears. she measures it in the BLOOD, now dried and cracked, but ever-present, on her knuckles and fingers. mere minutes ago they stepped on board the TARDIS. and just an hour before that, they’d run hand-in-hand from the prison the Doctor had been kept in. and just an hour before THAT, Rose had hunched over her, shaking fingers willing the sonic screwdriver to release her binds, whispering soft and gentle reassurances of love in her ear. it was surreal, now, standing with her eyes locked on the time lord… watching as she spun about like nothing had happened. like nothing was WRONG. ❝ …Doctor, ❞ Rose’s voice is gentle, but trembling as she takes a step forward, as if approaching a wounded animal, ❝ don’t you think… don’t you think you ought to REST? ❞
there’s concern laced in rose’s voice, and it pushes her ever closer to the cliff’s edge, her feet squarely placed before the fall, staring blankly at the fall in front of her - it’s inevitable, but that doesn’t mean she’s going into it without a fight. eyes close, feet struggle to keep her from swaying as she breathes deeply.
she turns again, slower this time, hands still clutching the edge of the TARDIS console, keeping her steady as she leans back. “you know me. unbreakable. never stopping, never resting.” but every muscle in her body screams otherwise, begging her to take the human’s advice, to let herself rest before throwing herself into the next adventure.
but she won’t, because resting means reflecting. she’s like a shark, if she were to stop moving forward, she would surely die. no, she won’t think back on the horrors of the past few weeks, on the nights that she spent with tears flowing freely down her cheeks, calling out for rose until her voice simply couldn’t carry sound further than her cell. she won’t think about the inmate number still imprinted on her hand, or the ache that still lies in her chest from truly believing she would never see the face of the woman she loved again.
“i’m okay, rose.” she’s not, but she has it down to a fine art - if she tells herself enough times, eventually she believes it herself. the time lord steps forward, pushing herself from a stable surface and relying on her feet to catch her, to carry her to rose - but they don’t.
scuffed knees simply refuse to carry her weight, sending her tumbling forward, clutching onto rose’s arms to stop herself from hitting the floor. “just-” she struggles to bring herself back to a standing position, relying heavily on the human for support. “-muscles that haven’t been used in a few days, that’s all. give me a few minutes, i’ll be back to normal.”
@shewandersoff
body hunched over the console - she still aches - her wrists still reddened from binds that held her for god knows how long, she’d lost count. cheeks gaunt and eyes resting in darkened sockets from days without sleep. the doctor’s only been free a matter of hours, but unless you were to look closely, you wouldn’t think anything had happened, let alone her being held and tortured for weeks, only able to escape thanks to rose.
despite the dull pain in her shoulders, she pushes herself off of the console, coat swirling in an exaggerated motion as she spins on her heel. “well, where to now? somewhere relaxing, don’t you think? i think we could both use a day off after all of that.” the smile is wide, cheek to cheek, but the sparkle that is usually oh so visible in her eyes is faded. she’s on the cusp of breaking, and she’s determined to not let that happen.
“anywhere in the universe, you know the drill.” the doctor doesn’t look for too long, even meeting rose’s gaze would be enough to throw her over the edge at this point. staring into everything that she almost lost would be too much, eyes meeting with the only person on her mind the whole time she was being held captive. the time lord faces her ship once again, busying herself with various screens and levers that they both know she doesn’t need.
shewandersoff:
❝ you’ve never been just that to me… not even when we first met. you’ve always been more. ❞ Rose knew, of course, that the Doctor’s life was ever-transient, and she’d been told time and time again that she’d find this human urge inside of herself to leave the TARDIS and settle into a life of her own. but… even as the years crept by, Rose hadn’t been able to give it all up. of course she knew it had less to do with the traveling and the TARDIS herself, and more to do with the alien inside the blue box… ❝ i know, ❞ her voice is soft – very nearly hoarse. the Doctor has burned up stars just to see her one last time, and Rose had torn holes in universes to make sure that wasn’t the last they’d see of one another. it was dangerous for the universe for them to be apart. there are tears in her eyes, and she’s not entirely sure where they came from, at the doctor’s soft confession. it’s nothing she didn’t know – but the words still seemed so… MAGICAL. leaning forward, Rose’s free hand gently brushed the Doctor’s hair back from her face, letting golden strands trickle through her fingers. ❝ i’ll never forget, i PROMISE. nothing could ever make me forget, nothing in the universe… ❞ her chin tilts, and ever-so-gently she presses her lips to the Doctor’s, barely more than a breath, but filled with all of the love one insignificant human girl could possibly have. ❝ i love you, more than anything. ❞
the doctor never imagined she’d be in this position again, not after everything that had occurred during the time war, losing her family. she wasn’t supposed to fall in love again, instead grieve while she travelled the universe, trying to make any kind of amends for the way she had acted while her planet burned. she wasn’t supposed to feel electricity light up her fingertips again, but rose tyler was never one for following the rules.
her shoulders relax at the touch of the human’s lips against her own - she’s getting used to this, to sharing physical affection with somebody else. gone are the days of stiff cuddles and reluctant kisses, the doctor practically melts at rose’s touch these days.
and the day will come where they have to say goodbye, that thought is still very much in her mind, but being pushed further back - she doesn’t care. what’s happening now is far too comfortable to allow her to worry about it. her own hand comes to rest just below rose’s chin, thumb reaching up to brush against her cheek.
“i know. god, i know.” the doctor smiles. rose loves her, and she can feel it in every glance they share, every second that their skin meets. there’s nothing more than unbridled affection for the time lord. she doesn’t deserve it. but she takes it all the same, sending it back as best as she can.
“no more tearing holes in the universe, though. rose tyler, defender of the earth, putting a hole right through it? i taught you better than that.” except she didn’t, she’d do the same, in a heartbeat - and rose knows that.
Submission
Jodie Whittaker is The Doctor
Pin my muse!
Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE
Send “UGH” to pin my muse against the wall from FURY
Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING
Send “AH” to pin my muse against the wall but letting a RANDOMIZER choose
💗
kiss a time lord@shewandersoffstatus: accepting
she’s babbling again. droning on and on about the planet that they’ve landed on - she’s a walking encyclopedia on almost every civilisation that they run into. the doctor’s completely wrapped in her own thoughts, barely noticing rose getting closer to her, sliding hands along her face.
in fact, she keeps talking until the human’s lips meet her own, something which she’ll never quite get used to. rose is kissing her and doctor’s hearts are beating at least three times faster than they usually would. it’s gentle, the way that her own hands find rose, pull her closer still - until there’s no space between them.
she lets out a quiet breath once they finally break apart, her lips remaining in a wide smile, arms still wrapped around the human. “perhaps i’ll have to ramble more often.”
Send 💗 to kiss my muse tenderly without explanation
@shewandersoff cont from x
“i know that for some i can be little more than a quick adventure, an escape from a boring life of work and sleep.” her companions seem to come and go, each time leaving her alone - of course it takes a toll eventually, watching those that once relied on her find their own space in the universe, where they were supposed to be, of course. nobody was supposed to be with somebody that jumps from place to place the way that she does.
in some ways, she knows she’s being selfish, having plucked rose from her given space in existence, keeping the blonde for herself. the doctor brings rose’s hand closer to her lips, brushing a gentle kiss across her knuckles. “and i’ve burned stars... just to see your face.” she’d do it again, in a heartbeat.
“i love you, rose tyler.” and it’s the most terrifying fate she’s ever faced, knowing that she’d sooner tear a hole in the fabric of reality than lose the human again, that the day they have to part is going to leave a mark on her that’s never going to fade. it feels far too human, the pain that lies in her chest just thinking of leaving rose behind one day.
“i don’t want you to forget that, i don’t want you to forget how much i love you, with every part of me.”
Please Don’t Starters:
“Please don’t cry.”
“Please don’t hurt me.”
“Please don’t strip right now.”
“Please don’t try to twerk.”
“Please don’t make me dance with you.”
“Please don’t forget how much I love you.”
“Please don’t take off your pants.”
“Please don’t sell my nudes!”
“Please don’t overthink this.”
“Please don’t kiss me again.”
“Please don’t yell.”
“Please don’t try to stop me.”
“Please don’t hurt yourself.”
“Please don’t tell anyone.”
“Please don’t worry about it.”
“Please don’t get yourself killed.”
“Please don’t let them/him/her treat you like that.”
“Please don’t use your pathetic pickup lines on me.”
“Please don’t die!”
“Please don’t try to fight me.”
“Please don’t throw things.”
“Please don’t leave me.”
“Please don’t forget me.”
“Please don’t ask me about that.”
“Please don’t read that diary.”
“Please don’t recite bad poetry.”
“Please don’t eat inedible objects.”
“Please don’t interrupt me.”
“Please don’t do this.”
“Please don’t call the cops.”
“Please don’t feed the animals.”
“Please don’t treat him/her/them like that.”
“Please don’t look.”
“Please don’t love me.”
“Please don’t bring up the past.”
“Please don’t steal from babies.”
“Please don’t wear a culturally insensitive costume.”
“Please don’t drink anymore.”
“Please don’t take photos.”
“Please don’t make me go.”
“Please don’t lose faith in me.”
“Please don’t make me ask you again.”
“Please don’t be snarky.”
“Please don’t touch anything.”
“Please don’t break anything.”
“Please don’t wake me.”
“Please don’t stand so close to me.”
“Please don’t kill me.”
“Please don’t kill them/him/her.”
“Please don’t forgive me/him/her/them.”
“Please don’t correct my spelling.”
“Please don’t assume you can kiss me.”
“Please don’t try to run away.”
“Please don’t speak to me like that.”
“Please don’t speak to him/her like that.”
“Please don’t underestimate me.”
“Please don’t speak.”
“Please don’t panic.”
“Please don’t give up on me.”
“Please don’t hug me.”
“Please don’t touch me.”
“Please don’t ask me about my parents.”
“Please don’t stop loving me.”
“Please don’t let him/her/them hurt me.”
“Please don’t call me anymore.”
“Please don’t lock me in here!”
random rp starters
" Could you pass me that? "
" I don't know how much longer I can keep going on like this. "
" You're not scared, are you? "
" I'm not scared, no way! "
" I'm not crying, I'm just... sweating out of my eyes. "
" I love you. You know that, right? "
" How could you say something like that? "
" Welp, this is a predicament. "
" Don't tell me you're serious about this. "
" What the hell is that? "
" What just happened? "
" Help! Help me! "
" I don't need your help. "
" Fuck off. "
" Are you sure about this? "
" Shh! Be quiet, we can't let them find us. "
" How could you do this? "
" I don't care. I don't care! "
" I... I'm not sure how to feel about this. "
" I'll always be there for you. "
" Who are you? What are you doing here? "
" Where am I...? "
" Wait! Don't shoot! "
" Watch out! "
" Are you hurt? "
@timetravel starter call
“i think i need a catchphrase, don’t you? what’s a good catchphrase these days? what’s cool?”
