#xiidoctor

[yes7erdays-a1]

@xiidoctor ( continued from here )

the humph he receives in response is rather unladylike, teetering on the edge of being described as a snort, nose scrunching up unconsciously as she narrowed her eyes at him.

❛⠀⠀i think this is the part when i realize you have two left-feet.⠀ ❜⠀ she retorts, shooting a final glance over her shoulder at the crowd, worry brewing inside her chest. her final hour. the clock is going to strike twelve, and she'll... she'll die. she'll die, again.

her thoughts wander back to his explanation. the words she'd chased out of him, the pain that he could barely enunciate. in one hour, he was going through that all over again; time might think it's kind, to allow her a reprieve, to forget her own death, but it didn't matter she couldn't remember, she knew his face, had mapped it with her eyes, with her hand, and the story was clearly written there.

❛⠀⠀no. wait! silly me, this is the time you tell me that fred astaire taught you how to dance.⠀ ❜⠀

[evcryopeneye]

@xiidoctor gets a starter

‘Ask him.’

It had taken every iota of self control Tilly had in that moment to not roll her eyes at Paul. Of course he didn’t want to help, he was in a strop about something and as understanding and as kind as Tilly was, she had the start of a caffeine deprivation headache brewing and a deadline. So. She decided…that was exactly what she was going to do.

Well, after she went to the replicator and got four shots of espresso in the one cup with a dash of oat milk. Cup still in hand she made her way to his office, her brain wandered for a moment wondering what it was like to have an office, because she sure as shit didn’t have one. Then she knocked. Wondering what she was going to say…maybe she should have practised that more?

“Hi…hey, um, I found a thing, and I am a little confused about The Thing because it’s not really my area of expertise. I’m more of a physics and math person than biology, I mean I’m not ignorant of the subject, but it’s just not my favourite.” Fuck. That could be rude right? “I mean, not that it shouldn’t be anyone's favourite it’s just not mine, if you catch my drift, but…I could do with someone else's opinion on it…If that’s ok?”

[killmebutneverinsultme]

It would have been an embarrassment for Spain were the history books to have included the mishap suffered by young Charles of Bourbon on his arrival to the palace of Naples. None would acknowledge the failure of the Guard in apprehending the Caribbean miscreant who had been snoozing in the royal bedchambers and had then made off with several items of value. He led them a merry chase up and down halls, in and out of windows, along balconies, briefly on a rooftop, down through the kitchens until at last he slipped out from among laundry into the gardens. There Captain Jack Sparrow found himself in a bit of a pickle, for in daylight there were far too many patrols. He opted therefore to hide in the stables until dark. 

Jack hated horses and they seemed to hate him more so. It was a relief, however, to find that those he passed made little fuss so long as he didn’t get too close. He eyed them warily and crept up the ladder to the hay loft, trying not to let his spoils jangle too loudly. Checking once more that there was no one about, he burrowed down among the hay, piling it atop him to best stay hidden, and wedged himself beside a strange blue shed.

It was only when he was properly settled that he peered up and noticed there were words on it, glowing words. Words, as it turned out, that meant very little to him in 1734. Jack eyed the box with brief suspicion then shrugged and lay still, waiting for the opportune moment to escape.

@xiidoctor

[betterdcyz]

continued. / @xiidoctor​

      “——now where’s the fun in that?”  His sonic screwdriver illuminated his signature dopey grin.  “Who needs a light switch when you got one of these bad boys.”  He shakes the screwdriver and continues to grin.  “It fits the mood considering that we’re in some type of creaky old house.” 

[venturoushearta]

THERE’S A GLEEFUL AIR in the centre of the village, as children run around squealing and laughing, chasing little red magic birds that Clara is orchestrating. It’s a little place she’s gotten to know over the years, and she had ended up on a visit. She picks up one of the smaller children so that they can reach out to a little magic creature flittering around.

She catches sight of him and freezes, smile flickering. She has to look away, sets the child down to run after other birds. She shoves her hands in her pockets, takes a step back. The chaos continues around her, but she notices him approaching. She smiles at him. “It’s always funny how easily kids are distracted, isn’t it?” She offers her hand, watches him for a moment. “I’m Clara.”

                            @xiidoctor​ for the thingy

[yes7erdays-a1]

@xiidoctor asked: "You left me in a room with a hundred boxes of rubbish and a lunatic ranting about a brain ray!"

❛⠀⠀yeah, 'cause i'm tired of tripping on your rubbish every time i go to the tardis wardrobe! i organized it last time and it took you two weeks to fill it up again with... i don't even know what. ⠀ ❜ ⠀ clara replied, looking up from her novel with a half-grin, judgement etched into her features. ⠀ ❛⠀⠀and that was a mirror. ⠀ ❜

best of patterson from blindspot ( 2015 - 2020 ) sentence starters !

[isbrilliant]

"I'm your friend. I'm your friend!"

his words do not change the fact that she has the weapon trained on him. donna's hands shake, and she tightens them around a weapon that isn't from earth and she almost certainly does not know how to use.

two days alone. two days keeping her eyes trained on the door. she's not meant to be here. anyone who came in might be an enemy. no one who came in would be a friend.

shapeshifters. she's decided she doesn't like shapeshifters.

"prove it."

[ravenbraved-arc]

@xiidoctor sent: twelve wouldn't have the balls to ask so i'm asking for him: the twelfth doctor for the smash or pass meme

❛ oh, i have to think this over. ❜ clara knows the answer but they need to tease everyone at least a little bit. ❛ hmm, weigh out the pros and the cons... ❜ a single finger moves to her chin, tapping softly as if deep in thought. ❛ ah, i know it will never possible but, smash, i suppose. ❜