#stitches in time

[phoenixqueenwrites]

Tidbit of the Day

I just couldn't keep myself from sharing this tiny little snippet of dialogue cause... LORD! The pettiness. The utter and complete control-freak of it.

"Well, since no one saw fit to come into the kitchen for tea, I'll just bring it in here." With a pointed glance at both Donna and her father, Sylvia placed a tray of tea and biscuits on the coffee table with a stolid, accusatory clatter. "Oh, thank you, Syl. It looks lovely," Gramps took one of the mugs from the tray, catching Donna's eye as he sat back in the recliner. "It was no bother at all." she traded out the cup he had taken with one of the ones that remained on the tray, "Actually, this one's yours, dad. I made it special. No sugar."

I... don't have words. What a character is all I'm going to say. What a horrible delight to write.

[squid-in-the-tardis]

Up to The Aztecs in my stitches in time rewatch - and once again confronting the fact that despite its best efforts to be an anti-white-saviour story, it's still full of racism

[andthentheywilleatthestars]

The final moments of the Stitches in Time edit is Twelve promising that he'll remember Clara as he collapses. That's perfect.

Implication that the creature in Listen was, in fact, Ashildr fucking with people

And before that the rest of humanity gets squared away. The hypothetical person who actually does watch Doctor Who for the first time this way might not even remember what happens to them. It's fine. They're fine.

[the-final-sentence]

Out in the garden purple and golden crocuses and the small blue flowers called "glory-of-the-snow" covered a certain spot like living patchwork.

Barbara Michaels, from Stitches in Time

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[heroicandvillianous]

A Stitch in Time

Is this place real?

Why is it just blue?

Swirling and shifting shades of blue,

Images in sky-like colors,

I can’t see them enough to see what it really means.

Is anything real?

I don’t remember the answer...

I run endlessly, but get nowhere.

Is there a point to this?

I cannot remember.

The answers are just out of my understanding, just like the flashing images that fade before understanding reaches me.

What is this place?

Why is everything going by so quickly, yet nothing changes?

Am I real?

I look at myself, then understanding hits me all at once.

I do not belong here.

I must get out.

The longer I stay, the less of me remains.

I’m becoming one of the images!

I run as fast as I can.

But then, understanding leaves me again.

Where did you go friend?

I stare at an image that flashes on the walls of the swirling tunnel around me.

It’s blue.

I like blue.

I love that color, and yet I hate it.

But it’s my favorite!

But it’s my least favorite?

Where did you go friend?

A bright flash of light!

It’s so pretty!

But it hurts so much!

It’s pretty, it’s pretty, it’s pretty, it’s pretty,

It’s so pretty!

I’m so pretty!

I’m blue now!

I love that color,

But I hate it,

But it’s pretty!

I feel a sharp pain in my eye!

It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!

Why does it hurt?

I look down at the ground.

Ooh a shiny thing!

It’s a thing! It’s a thing it’s a thing!

What is the thing?

What is it?

I pick it up.

Pain shoots through me suddenly, but I will not let go of the shiny thing!

It’s mine! It’s mine! It’s mine! It’s mine!

I look at myself again.

That’s not blue!

It isn’t, it isn’t, it isn’t, it isn’t,

It’s not pretty.

I touch it,

It’s red?

Oh! There are other colors!

And then understanding hits me once more.

I look at the shiny-

No.

It’s my watch!

I quickly turn the dial back and slam down the button before my understanding leaves me again.

A swirling color I cannot remember plucks me out of the blue tunnel.

It’s fun! It’s fun! It’s fun! It’s fun! It’s so much fun!

I hit something that’s not blue.

I laugh like I never had before.

There are so many colors!

So many! So many! So many! So many!

A person comes to me quickly, talking in a language I do not remember. I laugh more.

Everything turns white.

I wake up and look at myself.

I see the little stitches in my coat.

Stitches! Stitches! Stitches! Stitches! Stitches!

I love them! They are blue!

I love that color!

I hate that color.

Stitches like the tunnel!

Stitches in Time! Stitches in Time! Stitches in Time! Stitches in Time!

[phoenixqueenwrites]

I confess my short fluff fic has turned into a long angsty humor fic. And while I don't hate how its turned out, I do feel, very much, like I failed the assignment.

Here's to every chapter getting longer and more distracted than the last.