#mildcuricsity

[a-velvetipped]

@mildcuricsity / barbara wright. 

 “ i do quite think you’re lost, mon chèri.  i own these grounds . . . they are not open to the public. “ 

[themadvigilantist]

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“Just five more minutes.” Her face scrunched up, not exactly in the mood to be social. Despite the company that was there, that is.

[rememorise]

CONT / @mildcuricsity

        everyone’s curious. perhaps not as much as her, perhaps it doesn’t beat out the fear, or the anxiety, but she’s not met a person who doesn’t want to know something. it’s true, clara loves the unknown, she loves holding the doctor’s hand and jumping over the edge of a cliff, not knowing what’s going to be waiting for her at the bottom, but she can’t be alone in that. she knows she’s not. barbara’s been a part of this life too, however long ago it might have been. clara can’t imagine ever stepping away. she can’t imagine ever stopping. she can’t imagine how anything could stop her wanting to run towards the first sign of something interesting.

        ❝ oh, come on. ❞ clara raises her eyebrows, and it’s obvious, isn’t it? the excitement bubbling beneath her skin. the way she knows something’s happening and she just wants to find out what. for once, she can find the adventure, and not the doctor.  ❝ don’t tell me you’re not a teensy bit interested? just enough to take a peek? ❞

[drlisacuddy]

Talk about someone you know. It can be someone you either like or dislike.

      ❛ Uhh, sure. Greg House. Manipulative bastard. Gives his own mother hives from across the state of New Jersey the moment the phone rings. Would sell his home for half a Vicodin and a week off of clinic duty. Son of a bitch is the most brilliant doctor I have at this hospital. Just my luck, right. Send your condolences to my assistant. ❜

[drlisacuddy]

Name an event in your childhood that has shaped you into the person you are today.

    ❛ I’m not sure much tops my first day of second grade. I was skinny for my age, lean – not a lot of bite. Not yet. I also didn’t fill out until I was in my late twenties. ❜ She’s getting a bit off track; she offers a taut smile, realizes this, and continues.

            ❛ A bunch of kids were throwing things. Paper, pebbles. Little objects – anything they could get their hands on – at me, when my father picked me up after school. He’d never say it was why, but I think it was because I had dark, curly hair and liked to raise my hand in class. Easy target for a bunch of American kids. Anyway, I got in the car, and my father just drove away, in silence for a bit … and after a while, he looked at me from the front seat in the rearview mirror … and he asked me if I was sad about those other kids.  I just looked at him back and shrugged. And he nodded and said, in that calm, certain way he had of speaking: ‘ good. Never be. Never let anyone make you sad.’ And I remember nodding, and just … he kept looking at me, and nodded back, and said he meant it. And that I was too good and too smart to let that happen to me. ❜ 

         With an audible exhale, she gives a slightly sarcastic smile, but it is one of a genuine pride, too. ❛ And now I’m the first woman Chief of Medicine in this country. Not much room for being sad. He was right. ❜

[londonx1965]

@mildcuricsity​ Continued from here

Ian laughed and shook his head. “I can’t imagine we would be. We’re not important. Not in comparison to some of the people we’ve met.” Like Marco Polo, for instance, or Elissa of Tyre.

But he frowned as a thought occurred to him. “If we were going to be in the history books wouldn’t we already be in them? Before we left, I mean. It was history to the authors, even if it hadn’t happened to us yet.” He reached for one of the books, but was less sure about the idea of predestination that being in them would imply.

[stormlit]

CONT / @mildcuricsity

        this is weird. admittedly, almost everything about his life is, these days; the ryan of a year ago would have laughed at the idea of time travel, he would never have imagined everything he’s seen. and he’s always known, too, that there have been other doctors, that his doctor has been other people. but coming across a doctor that’s so different to the one he knows, watching them argue with each other --- would he argue with his past self? actually, yeah, probably --- is a little hard to wrap his head around.

        less weird to end up talking to this old ( younger? ) doctor’s mate, though, even if her hair does look like it’s out of some old film. ryan thinks he’s just glad the doctor has someone. he can’t imagine being the doctor and travelling alone. for him, he wouldn’t want to do this without his best mates in the world. without his fam. 

        nah, he still hates that word.

        ❝ it’s always like that. proper scary. that’s half the fun. ❞ doing new things. being daring. finding out who he really is. ryan doesn’t think he knew, before this. or at least, he didn’t believe. now he does: he believes in himself, and in what he can do.  ❝ you’n me, yeah? we’ll show ‘em how it’s done. ❞

[runlikehcll]

‘ is this why you came here ? to scold me on the metric system ? ’

❝ Uh, well no, not explicitly. But a lecture on the metric system has never hurt ANYONE. ❞