#hellcatiisms

[ixmtheshield-archived-blog]

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“Aunt Trish! You’re here!” Dani exclaimed, practically bouncing off the couch to capture her aunt in a large hug. She didn’t see the woman too much due to the complicated relationship between her and Dani’s mother - but she always loved when they got together. “Mom’s out of the house right now - she’s getting takeout for tonight. She’ll be back soon.”

It was always good to warn her, so she wasn’t surprised when Jess waltzed in, possibly drunk and angry, in a few hours. Dani wasn’t stupid. She knew where Jess went when she wasn’t at home - she just tactfully ignored it. “I’ve missed you.” She grinned, leading the older woman back into the house.

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@hellcatiisms

Unkindly, and perhaps very imperfectly, Alana has a tendency to goad. It’s almost accidental, but not enough to be considered an outright accident. Definitely not enough. It’s enough to be considered deliberate, however, enough to be considered something she does because she knows she has the power to do it. She knows the inner workings of the human mind with such total intricacy that mere words are more adequately used than any blade ever could be, and knives and guns are pointless when you don’t mean to hurt. And she doesn’t mean to hurt, but she does mean to initiate. And so the trap springs. And Alana says ‘obligated’, and Trish steam rolls over 'obligated’, straight over it, and acts as though the word may have been 'can’ or 'should’. And ah, like the last portion of the prestige where you learn that the trick was visible all along, she’s exposed everything with a single word. Easily misconstrued. She knows she does these things. She does them because she feels she knows what is best. It is perhaps her ugliest trait. But she only wants to help. (Hannibal was the same way, but he used it to harm. And she would never, never, never, but doesn’t realize this is not an appropriate way to do this.) But now it’s time to walk the tightrope. “No,” she pauses, and she has to choose her words carefully, has to cherrypick them as carefully as she can, “No. I only wanted to say there’s only so long you have to feel bad about things you’ve felt bad about for a long time. And what I mean is– I only want to say there’s things you’re allowed to forgive yourself for. And there are things you deserve. Like everything. Trish, you deserve everything.” That was very emotionally driven. And she would be unsurprised if that flare of bright bright feeling could be suddenly felt. “I didn’t mean to imply that you don’t deserve to be validated to your feelings. You do. You always do. I only mean to say you deserve more than hanging onto skeletons in your closet that should long since then to dust. I only mean to say you deserve the very truth of sunlight.” She did not intend for this exposure.

[sirspaceman-blog]

CONT. [x] WITH @hellcatiisms

ADMITTEDLY, this wasn’t the type of rescuing the Doctor was used to. Big scary space monsters and complicated, wibbly wobbly timelines jumbled up by mysterious paradoxes were more his thing. Still, he couldn’t resist someone in need of a helping hand.

Not to mention he was on his own again. Donna was gone and the TARDIS was quiet. There was no one to show this fascinating city to. Therefore he'd gotten bored quickly. He craved a good conversation and a second of a stranger’s company could always do him well.

He threw up his hands DEFENSIVELY, creating a block between them and the crowd of hungry journalists.

“Ah- sorry, sorry. Ladies and gentleman, deepest apologies but Miss- uh... the lady... here... won’t be answering any questions. She’s late for-... a THING.”

A hand moved to rub the back of his neck. It was rather difficult to come up with a reasonable excuse when he had no clue who the woman was or why they were stalking her. Context was essential for the perfect LIE. Which was why most people get caught.

And before he had the chance to come up with something better, he was already swarmed by a pack of voice recorders and cameras. They seemed to have little regard for his existence as they tried with all their might to push past him and INVADE the space of the stranger he was trying to help.

The Doctor let out a heavy sigh as his eyes rolled toward the back of his head. “Oh, alright then. If you’d rather...”

Reaching over, he grabbed the woman’s hand in his and pulled her back toward the bright blue door of his TARDIS, which was propped up only mere inches away from them. “Go on, bugger off,” he DEMANDED as he shoved the both of them inside and firmly closing the door behind so nobody could follow.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he quickly added, not even allowing her the chance to turn around before he let go of her hand and dashed up the walkway. “Not really my best work. Tell y’what though, all the creatures I’ve faced, nothing scarier than a journalist. And I should know, one of my best mates was a journalist."

“I’m the Doctor, by the way,” he spun around on his heel and WELCOMED her with a warm smile. “Lovely to meet you. Who were they after then?”

[krivicudo-blog]

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she immediately recognizes her from the billboards dotting the skyline, but anja can’t help but think she’s PRETTIER in person. phone slides back into her purse and she leans over with a quick nod, “i’m a fan of your show, ms. walker, i’ve found it to be an excellent form of STRESS relief.”