#space-and-thyme

[dwsecretsanta]

For @good-days-bad-days, Happy Holidays!!!! (Christmas lights and ribbon stock from Redheadstock )

[kiyakoda]

So all day at work I was trying to figure out ways to make a “Crocodile Giraffe hybrid” as requested by @space-and-thyme that by the time I got home I drew this. Kinda turned into a sassy giraffe dinosaur! Hope this turned out either how you pictured it, or completely opposite haha!

Hope you all have a good day/night and don’t let the crocodile giraffe bite!

Got a random idea or creature combo you’d like to see drawn? leave it down below and I just might try to create it~   (aka I’m bored and will draw anything)  

[natural--blues]

space-and-thyme replied to your post “I literally almost had a panic attack over making a GoFundMe for the...”

You're completely okay, baby. It's a good thing, and it's going to be fine, I promise.

*hugs tightly* Thank you lovely.

[dwsecretsanta]

Happy festive days @space-and-thyme ! I hope you like it, it's the first piece I've ever written for this fandom!

Relationship: 11/River Song

Warnings: nah

Summary: Being seperated and trapped in a snowstorm is never fun.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16981170

[natural--blues]

If you're still doing the pairing drabbles... just throwing this in the mix... BROtp - Jim Taylor and Sally Lockhart. Prompt: Fake married to disperse of Jim's admirer (whose gender is 100% up to you, I'm happy with any answer). for reference: Wikipedia: wiki/Sally_Lockhart#Jim_Taylor

WOMAN this is the best. I’m on it. It’s about to be longer.----------------------------------------------She didn’t know how it started, being honest. One day, at a garden party, a few days after her friend Letitia’s wedding, Jim suddenly came up on her arm and held her proudly to his side, while speaking with a young woman. “Oh, Sally tells it better’n I do! Sally, tell her about the wedding!”

“Oh!” she smiled kindly, putting aside her surprise for her ingrained manners, and began to divulge the details of the wedding this young woman must’ve missed. “There were plenty of flowers, I enjoy a colorful bunch myself. It was an absolute delight, everyone was excited to have the reception outside. On a very mild day, but with all of the flowers in bloom, and the most glorious dress Miss Biddle ever did sew--”She was surprised to see the look on the woman’s face go from barely interested, to further sour the more she spoke.

“Are you feeling unwell, Miss--?”

“Lynda Moss. With a Y. I’m fine. I have to be going now.” She didn’t quite exude great manner as she did so, either.

Sally raised an eyebrow, leaning into Jim, putting on her most casual smile-whisper. “She seemed a mite upset. Jim, whatever did you do?”

“I may have, and, do keep in mind my admittance to nothing... may have informed her we were married.”

Her eyebrow went higher. “And just when were you informing me of this marriage?”

“It was on my to-do list.”

“At the bottom of it?”

“Naturally.”

It was decided then, that if Jim wanted to pretend to be her husband, they would have to use a code word. Something that was enough to spark her knowledge, but not so far out of place it planted seeds of doubt.

At the opening of Hastings Pier, she was having quite a time of it, ignoring Fred’s wayward comments about how there should be moving pictures of this day, and watching Rosa laugh and hush him, she was suddenly ambushed yet again.“Hello my little Gooseberry Fool! I was just having a bit of a chat here with Nancy!”

She knew he meant well by the name, but it went from dessert to insult in 2 seconds flat. Oh, Jim.But, as always, his smile was contagious, and she held his arm happily as he went about chatting. “She’s very wise, Sally is, she’s been working as a financial consultant, actually.”

Nancy turned up her nose a bit, to say the least. “Isn’t that a bit of men’s affairs? You allow your wife a job?”

Sally was used to these sorts of comments. “Oh, he’s very forward thinking, aren’t you, my little love potato?”

They really weren’t a hit with her, either. Oh well.

At the museum, she’d been nervously introduced as sugar-sprinkle, at the shops as lemon pudding, at the end of the block, as lamby pie.

That just became their thing. They were each other’s nauseating love names. He was like her older brother, which made this part of the relationship something you just...had to be there for, really.

They’d gone to multiple places, and it felt like every other day, she was feigning being married to Jim, to the point Aunt Caroline had a few questions herself.

The women’s (and even gentlemen’s) names blurred together, really.There was a gentleman named Fitzwilliam who had looked at her like she smelled of refuse the instant Jim was stroking her back. The back stroke was completely appropriate. She side head hug might’ve been a bit much, but he always meant well -- was a bit enthusiastic, was all.

They discovered that they really preferred being in each other’s relaxed company than attempting for romantic attention at any affair. They were so much more greatly diverted, and it took off so much social pressure. Jeanne Poisson, Adelaide something, Skye, Amelia Pond, Jack Harkness, Sarah Jane Smith. Some took it very well indeed, and others, not quite so much. They were friends with Jack, he’d figured them out with ease, and found the whole thing to be quite amusing.

At the sendoff for the Challenger expedition, she was laughing with Jack and Jim both, talking about when Rosa had tried to rescue someone’s tortoise, and been so keen on it until it bit her nose, Jim was suddenly approached by a young redhead, who lightly tapped his elbow.He looked like a deer in headlights, and Sally was quick to offer help.

“Treacle tart?”

“Hello,” the woman smiled. “I’m Georgiana St. John.”

He was coloring to his ears. Jack’s grin was damned near maniacal.

“I, I think I have this one, thank you...” Jim murmured, walking with Georgiana to chat with her excitedly about the expedition. 

“Awww, always such a big day when the little chick leaves the nest, isn’t it?” Jack snickered.

Sally grinned, and leaned into him a bit for a shoulder bump.

[natural--blues]

space-and-thyme replied to your post “Am I the only one ever who hasn’t seen/listened to Hamilton yet? I...”

I haven't either, so no... you're not alone.

PHEW ok <3

[breelandwalker]

When you say "walking shadow"... I wonder if this type of deadie looks the same to you as to me... I tend to have this happen say... once every 2-3 months.. kind of stopped jumping when it happens. I'll be doing something boring and suddenly I'll see the silhouetted figure - usually a man - walk through the kitchen, etc. I'll turn to look... "nothing" there. I'm *almost* glad it's not just me.. but I wish you didn't have to deal with it, even though it's generally easy enough to handle...

Yep, that was it exactly. It’s very “yesterday upon the stair / I met a man who wasn’t there.” I always seem to catch them in the corner of my eye, when I see them at all. Like I said, it’s been a while, and I’m glad for that.

It’s a very common phenomenon. Some of it could be visual hallucinations, some of it could be tired eyes, some of it could be mundane objects misinterpreted in our peripheral vision, but…it’s odd that thousands of people all report the same thing.

This one was definitely a woman. I’m not sure how I know, I just instantly got that feeling.

And apparently, Penny is none too fond of them either. XD

[ladysigh]

space-and-thyme

replied to your

post

:

The hard truth for why the Bells of St John...

I’m going to reply with what I reblogged with, for the sake of others seeing it here: I have been an Eleven “ask the Doctor”/ roleplay blog ( @timeisakindlygod ) for at least year on tumblr, and have been roleplaying as Eleven elsewhere since 2011… literally no one ever engages the blog, and hasn’t since about September of 2015. I am still here, I am still willing to roleplay. So, if you want to roleplay, @timeisakindlygod is still functional.

Thanks for sharing this, I already posted that @thedoctorsboss is always looking for Elevens to rp with, maybe give her a shout...?