#goldsailor

[guiltrid]

|| @goldsailor.

     “Here, ship --- ”  Sideways bob of his head accentuates the verbal pay attention, I’ve got somethin’ t’ say t’ y’.  

     “Y’re always after askin’ me things I like --- what about you? Y’ve been all over. Where’s th’ place y’ liked the best?”

[patroklxs]

@goldsailor

   There is no more pitiful plea than “please bail me out,” but then again you must have money to take that pity, and Patroclus is not in possession of enough spare change to make a dent in $500.  Nor is he in any mood to spend it, because he has work at nine tomorrow and it is presently seven hours until then.  The metro isn’t running at this hour and he’s already tired just thinking about how tired he’s going to be tomorrow.

   “I’m going to feel this one tomorrow.”

[koscchei]

@goldsailor

❛ You know, I’ve been thinking — we ought to do something about the console room. Make it a little more personal. Less of the... WHITE all over the place. 

Don’t you think? I mean it’s not very me. 

[stormlit]

( @goldsailor )

       finding a place to charge when you’re on the run is harder than it looks; humans don’t need to charge, and unawakened synthetics move differently. talk differently. (generally have somewhere to charge that’s at their place of residence.) sierra can pretend, but they don’t want to --- why would they want to put themself back in the bonds they ripped off? but it’s becoming urgent: there’s a battery low message across their field of vision, causing a rapid shutdown of unnecessary operations in an attempt to save power---but they can practically feel it draining away, leaving them sluggish and unresponsive. they need power. they need it now.

        sierra finds a building at the end of the street, some fancy office building that’s blanketed in darkness; they use the last of their power to override the security code and get the door open, and then they slump on the floor, limbs heavy as they plug themself in to the nearest socket.

        standby is blissful.

        it’s a sensible protocol, to leave motion detection running (it’s paranoia), and the alert wakes them up --- no gentle coming to, stretching and yawning in a bed, but eyes snapping open, as many functions as they can currently manage powering back up again.  ❝ who are you? ❞

[moonwrought]

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It’s Because He Did Every Single Thing Wrong, D*ctor Who Fandom

u kno what the funniest thing is, every1 claims that they lov martha but we all kno that if ten/martha was canon, they’d literally HATE her

them: i love it when martha becomes independent and LEAVES the doctor :) like YES.. independent,,, leave him.... now where’s rose tyler!

[timemechanic-blog]

@goldsailor // sc.

          “  look,  look.  “  she grabs at the persons arm.  “  i’m not crazy,  i promise,  but just tell me the date today.  “

[dirtypawarc]

@goldsailor.

          “  uhhhhhhhh  --  okay?  i guess?  “ 

[timedrum-blog]

❛ How long will you be? I’d like to show you a couple of my new discoveries. ❜

graceling / accepting.

          ‘ Me? I’m permanent. ’

          Seems to be that she’s something of a cockroach, always coming back after being crushed beneath one’s boot  —  stamped out like a disease. If she doesn’t find a way, someone else does. Some things are not meant to be kept buried.

          ‘ What discoveries do you have for me? Oh, I’ve been gone far too long. ’