#gallifraes

[highly1ogical]

i hate spirk and hate star trek, i hope the uss enterprise gets stuck up ur bum

@gallifraes

[highly1ogical]

spock smells like sweaty prawns

actually vulcans don’t have sweat glands so. . . incorrect.

[fracturedechoes]

[ x ] + @gallifraes ft. fugitive doctor

She liked this one, she liked this one a lot. 

And with a face like hers, River would do just about anything. No if ands or buts about it, she had ended up enchanted by this incarnation of her spouse all in a matter of seconds. 

A new record. 

And dare she say, perhaps she could end up on her list of favourites, depending how it all went. 

"You know how to make a girl feel special," River replied, an appreciative smile as she gave the Doctor a good once over before settling back on her face and those beautiful eyes. Usually, River wasn't one for those style of glasses but they fit her perfectly. "Oh, that? I had a very good instructor, the best you can for these ships." 

The soft hum of the TARDIS approving of such high praise made River smile wider.

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[ x ] + @gallifraes ft. christofer ibrahim

She pressed her lips together, studying him with an intense curiosity as to what he thought of the living hell them and everyone else had been dragged through with the timeline, its fracturing and once more being fixed to... what was hopefully its final form.

Her mental capacity couldn't handle any more shifts in reality for the next five years. And Christofer looked as though he felt the same, even a little worse for wear in the lines around his eyes, the strict posture of a solider not quite the same as before.

He was a good one, there was no denying it, even when she rather he not remind her she went too far. Her ability to rely on him was second to only Vikram and Obasi. They didn't work together as smoothly as the other two, but Kate appreciated him immensely, and perhaps needed to express it more.

"Christofer, it's..." Kate touched her forehead with a laughing-sigh. "... my brain is working its way back to reality. That was compulsory heterosexuality to the max and then some. And the tweed, the tweed—Carla and I can have a laugh about it later. But are you okay, Christofer?"

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[ x ] + @gallifraes ft. vikram shindi

It had gotten to the time of the event where she lost count of how many people she'd spoken to, how many drinks she had, and what hour it even was—forgetting she could check her watch at any give moment. And so she found her way over to the person she'd known there the longest.

The only one who knew how, intentionally or not, to talk to her there.

"That was once, Vikram. And my singing voice isn't that bad," she grumbled, taking the drink without a second thought.

The one time he even referred to... it had only been in the corner with a few others she got along with who were perhaps as drunk as she was. But it had sounded good, the recording of it still somewhere on someone's phone. He just seemed to plan for her to never live it down.

Touché.

"Mind if I join you?" A slight cock of her head but already planted herself next to him. "My head is starting to do that... Actually, you're right. I should stop after this one. Language skills are down."

She shook out her free hand, the alcohol was the only thing stopping her from having left the room, going outside, perhaps even run to her car and go. Anything but be there for much longer.

[madkoka]

you are a farty mcfart fart and smells like farts ew. SUPER STINKY FART. MAKES ME SICK FART FACE

@gallifraes

[lookedinfinite]

❛ i can work a miracle , ❜ from @gallifraes / river

she's never had faith in miracles.  no belief in the impossible.  it's not through a lack of the imagination, or lack of faith in people to go above and beyond. but there has always been a balance  - between the scientist and the more willing to dream side of her.  dark eyebrows raise all the same, curiously regarding other,  silently making a judgement as to if she should offer her belief or disbelief.

"okay." maeve isn't quite sure what she believes, but the other's confidence is enough to give her pause. what harm would listening do?  university is an old building,  yet past few minutes have been stranger than most.  "show me your miracle, then."

[lookedinfinite]

❛ keep making trouble till you find what you love , ❜ from @gallifraes / 12th doctor

maeve has never been one for trouble,  yet that has never meant trouble itself hasn't loved her all the same. a one-sided dynamic that has caused her so many issues - but, she's all too aware, it's inescapable. it's never been about finding what she loves, it's been about surviving the things that take an interest in her. "I'm well aware what I love already, but thank you." there's amusement in her dismissal, in her avoiding topic best she can.

"I figured it out early." she knows what she's good at, knows the weight of her intelligence. but that's never quite been enough to keep her curiosity at bay. "are you sure making trouble isn't just what you love?"