#it is now...

[the-private-local-enemy]

ok oops left the stovetop on blast long enough to completely evaporate the water that was in the kettle

[gallifvrey]

fic writer review

ty @taardisblue​ for tagging me in this! (also gonna leave this under a readmore to save everyone)

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 7! which is honestly a lot more than i was expecting 

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 19544, which is also way more than i was expecting ngl

3. How many fandoms have you written for? on ao3 ive only published for two fandoms (doctor who and the magnus archives) but i’ve got some wips for critical role stuff and some old mass effect stuff i’d rather not revisit 😬

4. Top 5 fics by kudos? seconds. comes in at number one and is probably one of my fave fics ive written. talks about 12 after escaping from the time dial and his regeneration into 13 and dealing with all of that built up trauma. same with never cruel or cowardly, has lots of callbacks to episodes in hopefully just the right place to break your heart! 

never cruel or cowardly details thirteen’s life after regeneration and specifically dealing with trauma from her experiences right before she regenerated (i.e. time dial, losing and remembering clara, dying on a spaceship etc.)

should have been a TMA fic that goes from martin and jon starting to rebuild their life in the safehouse to then the apocalypse and then the end of the world (written before the finale even aired so its all speculation)

what would you do, to save humanity this was written as an alternative darker ending to Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos bc i figured that episode didn’t have enough angst. 

every star a fic about the doctor and the master’s relationship bc this ship always kind of kills me and i am always kinda thinking about it. about how they are so very, very alike. two sides of the same coin.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not? ahhh unfortunately i generally dont - partially i get rly stressed about responding “the right way” but also i like seeing the little notification of unread messages! nice reminder that ppl comment on my fics! but also sometimes i do just forget and feel rly awkward. just know if you comment on my fic i literally owe my entire life to you 

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? ah man the tma fic ends in their combined death so theres that? the thoschei fic is... well.. i mean, yknow. a thoschei fic. none of them end particularly ‘well’ tho i think. 

7. Do you write crossovers? nah i dont particularly like crossovers tbh

8. Ever received hate on a fic? thankfully, no

9. Do you write smut? that is between me, google docs, and a secondary ao3 account no one knows about

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? thankfully, no

11. Ever had a fic translated? No

12. Have you ever co-written a fic? no! i’d like to tho!

13. All time fav ship? god i dont think i could just have one but i am kinda obsessed with thoschei from doctor who, or twelve/clara is a huge one for me also

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? oh man i wrote a really detailed rewrite of the pyramid at the end of the world episodes, where instead of the doctor coming back he was still indoctrinated or still was like, done w humanity ig, so it was bill who singlehandedly was saving the world kinda like martha did. it was my first time writing a longer fic and sticking with it and i think it had real potential! but someone never has time anymore 

15. Writing strengths? i’d like to think im pretty good at descriptions and like, idk what to call it but like the vaguely meta-ish stuff, references to past eps and kinda like “poetic” language describing stuff?

16. Writing weaknesses? i cannot write dialogue to save my life. tbh both in real life and in fic

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic? see above. but also i think i’d be fine with it, at least in short bursts. if there’s ever a character that speaks ukrainian i’d be super down to write some of their dialogue in ukrainian in a fic but alas :(

18. First fandom you wrote for? definitely doctor who! i wrote a fic when i was like, 13? or smth and had just started watching the show and it was the most self indulgent thing ever but it was all about the doctor coming to pick up random teenagers from around the world and bring them onto the tardis in this big camp-like sleepover. i absolutely loved thinking abt that fic 

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far? hmm i like pyrite a lot bc its more ~experimental~ than ive written before. but i also have to say seconds. bc it introduced me to @yesokayiknow & then suddenly 2 yrs later had a bunch more dw friends! cool times

ty maddy for tagging me! this was a lot of fun. ik im supposed to tag ppl but alas i know limited tumblr urls off the top of my head so genuinely if you got this far in reading this post like, feel free to do this and tag me in it i’d love to see your response! 

(if you’re thinking “oh but surely they can’t be talking about me!” i am. do the post if you want! tis fun)

[atticus-caldwell-blog]

Live To Fight Another Day || Stealth & First Aid || OS

1. Stealth Movements

Still aching from the day before, my day only got worse as we were forced to participate in a scavenger hunt. So much running. I hadn’t run that much since the cows were spooked just before nightfall and I had to corral them in before the sun went down for good. When we were finally freed from the event, we were told we could retreat to our suites for the rest of the afternoon. 

As much as I wanted to sleep, however, I knew my time would be better spent trying to improve some of my survival skills, so I headed back over to the stealth station. I wouldn’t have to run if no one could find me, and that alone made the visit about 100% more encouraging. 

The woman was a bit more alert this time around- probably because she spent the last few hours hosing the teams down with red paint. Thankfully, I intended to focus less on camouflage and more on quiet movements. The challenge was simple, almost like a children’s game, but in actuality, it proved to be quite a nuisance. 

After laying several of the camouflage materials out on the ground, she instructed me to sneak up on her and touch her shoulder. Simple as that. Yeah, except, whenever she heard the slightest sound- even with the noise of the training center- she would whip around. It reminded me of day time and night time, a game Sawyer used to like to play that is basically red light green light tbh.

I have no idea how long it took, but finally, finally, I was able to sneak up on her. Or, at least I think I did. She gave no outward indication that I had surprised her, but nodded approvingly, before wandering off. Maybe she was just bored of the exercise, but it would have to do for the time being, as she was done with me for the day, off painting on herself once again.

2. First Aid and Poisons and Antidotes

First aid was more a last minute thought than a planned visit. Though I had some basic medical knowledge, it ended past stitching up injured cows and quite frankly, the women did most of that anyway. Still, with twenty four people with sharp weapons about to be thrown in an enclosed space, I figured there was no better time to stop by.

The basics seemed simple enough, elevate injuries, stop bleeding, clean wounds, all everyday information that one learned working on a farm where flesh wounds were rather prevalent. The trainer at that station was barely an adult, but she certainly knew her stuff, and I found myself sloppily replicating her neat and pristine stitch work on a practice dummy. 

She looked at my work, frowning slightly at its unsightly appearance, but giving a slight nod. It would do in times of duress. Moving on, laid out a series of vials, all different in color and consistency bc poisons are always a big hit. She didn’t say very much, only what was required, which I appreciated. I could barely read and keeping the labels straight as is was enough of a challenge.

Noticing me struggle, she decided to follow a different approach, this time grouping them by traits and characteristics. First, she separated the poisons from the antidotes, lining them up in order. Though the similar looking ones were still confusing, the visual cues were much more helpful. Much like the plants I had gone over with with Otis, the brightly colored ones rarely boded well.

A sly smirk came to her face as she gestured for me to pick one. “It’s a game. You drink one and I drink one.”

I blinked, trying to figure out if she was joking. Shaking my head, I decided I’d had enough for the day, excusing myself stiffly, before retreating from the training center. I had a general idea about the differenced between the poisons and antidotes, but I wasn’t confident. While I didn’t think she’d let me drink one that would kill me, I definitely didn’t want to test her.

[buckaroos]

it doesn't matter how bad my internet is, I'll still like nearly everyone of Shawn's post..

[sseuregis]

officially hating that my favourite shows will be back in september, october and november.. whilst I will be in a self-imposed studying hermitage.

[roryandthedoctor-blog]

It must suck if you're tracking Cameron Mitchell for the guy in Stargate

The posts are only about him like 10% of the time.