#jem-scribbles

[megabadbunny]

@jem-scribbles @lvslie I can just see it now...

Sadly my humble attempts could never hope to rival the unparalleled cleverness that is Moff and Co.’s writing, but I did my very best with passages paraphrased (or sometimes fucking directly lifted!) from the teleplays for The Blind Banker (Sherlock) The Wedding of River Song and The Crimson Horror (Doctor Who) as well as at least one interview with Creative Genius Award-Winning “a creature that just hatched from an egg can leave behind an egg exactly the same size and density but this isn’t a story about abortion hmm mm ignore the fact that it’s all women involved and just kill the goddamn space bug already” Moff himself!

Starring A Whole Bunch of White Dudes Who Look Mostly the Same + A Token PoC Character or Two Who Suffer Horribly for No Real Reason!

[joi-in-the-tardis]

@jem-scribbles, @ktrosesworld, @chocolatequeennk, @colourinside (This was my the wedding of my best friend from kindergarten, FYI, I was her Man of Honor.) Thanks guys! I felt like a million bucks. I got lots of compliments. The wedding was beautiful and I rather enjoyed the reception. Which was a first for me, but it's also the first time I've drank at a reception... I was very social (for me) and, I think, very charming. There were even other gender non-conforming people in attendence. Which was refreshing. I was too shy to talk to them, though. A woman caught the garter and put it on the leg of the woman who caught the bride's flowers. It was good fun, but I'm glad it's done now so I can relax for the rest of my vacation.

[strongblacklesbian]

@jem-scribbles replied to your photoset

I just think it’s amazing that you even have a kilt tag. I may have to peruse it soon to lift my mood.

I have so many David tags omg. XD 

One of my fave David tags of mine though is #oh david. All kinds of precious adorkable moments in that one. 15 pages of it :3

[skyler10fic]

jem-scribbles replied to your post: lol at David wearing his Georgia shirt to...

What exactly is on the infamous Georgia shirt? Is it a photo of Georgia covering her face? I’ve been trying to get a good look at it for a while now, and I can’t make it out.

lol yup. She’s covering her face with her left hand, which of course has a shiny wedding ring. It’s like wearing “DAVID TENNANT IS TAKEN. THANK YOU ANYWAY” in hot pink. bahaha I love it. 

[thingsdtwears]

jem-scribbles replied to your post

Whatever the case, it's a gorgeous jacket and I want one.

Agreed. I kinda want one for Mr. Thingsdtwears. He’d look seriously haawwwt in that.

(my husband is hot ya’ll)

[kelkat9]

jem-scribbles replied to your post

I don't go to teaspoon because it's difficult to navigate, otherwise I'd fight them for you! *shakes fist*

Yeah, it’s more difficult to post there and I don’t always get notifications.  For some reason the couple of email accounts I’ve tried to use with them, junk their emails or don’t deliver them at all.  Whofic seems to get marked as spam.  Very odd.  So for the longest time, I didn’t think anyone reviewed anything there or stuff wasn’t getting approved. 

I’m spoiled with AO3 moderated comments.  Not that this one was really bad, just questionable and I honestly have no idea who to respond and especially when the same thing is posted 5 times.  It’s a little awkward.  At least on AO3 I can choose not to approve it for publication.  No worries.  I’ve gotten much much worse so this was merely a blip on the awkward radar ;)

[perfectlyrose]

weather the weather

Summary: The Doctor and Lucie have to camp in the heat with a fire blazing. Lucie is not particularly pleased with the situation.

Characters: Eighth Doctor & Lucie Miller

Rating: all ages || Word Count: 420 words

Note #1: for @jem-scribbles‘s Art Party! I’m getting this in right under the wire (again) but I went for the “whether the weather” prompt and the fire prompt :) (so i suppose that qualifies for the Go-Getter Bonus?) 

Note #2: I was re-listening to Eight & Lucie audios today so they were in my head and I had to write them ♥ These two are amazing. Also this is the poem Lucie references

AO3

“I don’t know why you’ve got to have a fire when it’s so bleedin’ hot out here,” Lucie complained. She tugged at the front of her vest top, hoping to create some sort of breeze to cool her off. “I swear it got hotter when the sun went down and that shouldn’t be possible.”

“Well, unless you want to be attacked by the gryeans overnight, the fire is necessary. They’re scared of the light,” the Doctor said, poking at the fire he’d built.

“Could’ve done with a lantern or something instead of a fire, s’all I’m saying.”

“Yes, well, fresh out of lanterns I’m afraid.”

“Course you are.”

“Come on, Lucie. It’s just a couple of hours. We can tell ghost stories! I bet I know one that’ll send chills down your spine.” The Doctor grinned and plopped down on the ground crosslegged, setting his velvet coat next to him. Even he wasn’t immune to the oppressive heat and had shed his coat and rolled up his sleeves.

“Fat chance of that when it’s this hot,” she retorted.

“We just need to weather the weather until the sun comes up and then we’ll be back in the TARDIS.”

“Yeah, yeah, heard it before.” Adopting a sing-song voice, Lucie recited, “Whether the weather be cold, or whether the weather be hot, we’ll weather the weather, whatever the weather… blah blah blah. It’s rubbish.”

“Well it certainly doesn’t decrease the temperature any so I suppose you’re right.”

They were silent for a moment, both watching the flames dance in front of them.

“What are gryeans anyways?” Lucie finally asked.

“Bit like wolves but bigger and more-”

“Nope, don’t need to know any more than that,” she said hurriedly, cutting the Doctor off. “They’ll stay away as long as we’re in the light though, yeah?”

“Yes, their eyes have never adapted well to anything brighter than moonlight so they avoid it.”

“Good.”

“Indeed,” he agreed. “Now, you said no to ghost stories, but what if I were to say that I had the makings for s’mores in my pockets.”

“Now you’re talking!” Lucie exclaimed, grinning. “Give ‘em here.”

“Can always win you over with chocolate,” he teased, already elbow deep in the pocket of his coat.

“Damn right, you can. What kind of girl would I be if you couldn’t?”

“I don’t think I want to answer that.”

“Oi! What’s that supposed to mean?”

The Doctor just laughed and lobbed a bar of chocolate at her before starting his search for the marshmallows.

[hellostarlight20]

For Warmth

A quick little thing inspired by @jem-scribbles awesome fanart of Tentoo and Rose kissing in Journey’s End.

Tentoo x Rose 372 words flagst--fluffy angst with a hopeful ending

AO3 and TSP

The TARDIS disappeared and she stared at the faint, perfectly square, imprint in the sand. Rose felt his hand slip into hers and rubbed her thumb over the back of his knuckles. Instinctual. Reflex. Habitual. Inevitable.

Looking up at him, the biting wind chilling her to her very soul, she didn’t know what to do or say. Was there a script she should follow? Words that might make sense? She wasn’t feeling sensible and certainly had no idea what to say.

But the Doctor looked at her with those same timeless eyes. He held her hand as if he hadn’t just disappeared into the TARDIS. And there it was, that sense of security and safety. The sense that he wouldn’t let go. The certainty he held her as tightly to him as she held him to her.

Rose did the only thing that made sense. She tugged him to her and kissed him again. The Doctor wrapped his arms around her, and she huddled in his embrace. He kissed her deeply, and she shuddered at the tender love and affection she tasted on his lips.

The wind didn’t bite as deeply with him holding her. And the echoing wheeze of the TARDIS didn’t echo as sharply in her memory.

“I haven’t left you.” His voice caressed her skin, and the Doctor released her just enough to brush her blowing hair off her face.

“No.” Rose licked her lips then wished she hadn’t. The harsh Norwegian wind took whatever moisture she managed and whisked it into the frigid air.

She pressed closer to his body and let him wrap his arms around her. Resting her head on his chest, she listened to his single heartbeat and closed her eyes.

“Come on.” The Doctor kissed the top of her head. “Let’s get off this beach.”

“It’s freezing.” Rose didn’t know if she meant the air chilled her—it did. Or the Doctor’s leaving had—that also did.

“I’ll keep you warm,” the Doctor, this Doctor, promised.

Rose looked up at him and smiled. It was small, weak, but she meant it with all her heart. “Forever?”

“Rose Tyler.” The Doctor took her hand and kissed her bare knuckles. “Thought I already promised you that.”