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" oi, m'not with any conspiracy - least i don't think i am. just your run of the mill cross-contamination! gives you wicked deja vu, doesn't it - i've been here before, i've seen this before, but i can't ... oh. oh, of course. this is my bit! " a radiant grin broke out over her features, hands carding through her hair - it was coming back to her now, bits and pieces, fragments of memory. she was the steward of their future she'd met so long ago. " can't believe i forgot about this! guess that means you will, too ... ah, that's a shame. probably for the best though. anyway, this next bit's really important, so listen carefully: when i say run, run! "
features scrunch up a bit , eyeing @timedthirteen , me? us? focus , doctor ! â oi- . . . strugglin with this . . . can you just- â a hand moves to wave in the air , â what do you MEAN by i'll forget? forget what? â questions asked , head shakes , â also , your bit?! oi! OUR bit! we're the SAME  ! â
" 'course we are ... but i'm from your future. " brows raised on the strength of that same rakish smile, it began to dim by fractions at her counterpart's confusion - what might even be called panic. " you're in my past. same face, different points in the timestream ... it doesn't work. can't keep it all in our head properly. such a shame, that ... i always love meeting you. "
she reached out, gently. her fingertips skimmed the line of their sharp, brilliant coat before she thought better of the whole affair, the sound of approaching footsteps cutting short any further attempt at connection. " right, here we go! eins, zwei, drei ... "
i just think thirteen should get to be vulnerable with people.
hi (say it back)
there are no fucking shoes!
" oi! language! " was that something she still cared about? it seemed like it was, an itch in the back of the brain that was as much the scotsman as not. brows raised in delighted consternation, she shot her best friend a rakish grin; it wasn't every day one got to kick up a fuss with @isbrilliant, shoes or no shoes. " it's a leisure ship, donna, s'not like they expect you to be running for your life - come on then, this way! "
"fucking shoes? fucking shoes?" she stares her down. she raises her eyebrows right back, fighting the urge to smile. "i always expect to be running for my life when it comes to you!" not accusatory, just a statement of fact, "we've been on leisure ships before. ended up with shutting down an entire planet, if i'm remembering correctly." she follows anyway.
of course she does.
" well then you should've brought sandals, shouldn't you? i always keep trainers in my bag ... not that i carry a bag anymore. tried it for a week, always left it places. " she set her sonic to work on the keypad that guarded the maintenance tunnel they'd just ducked into, breathless with exhilaration, and pointedly refused to acknowledge the parallel donna drew. " don't you worry ... you'll be home in time for tea, promise. and if not for tea, then for dinner. and if not for dinner, then before school in the morning ... ooh, shaun's gonna have words with me, isn't he ... "
an incomplete list of thirteen's unique mannerisms/quirks:
counting in german (she tried molto bene exactly once and it icked her out so bad she swore off romance languages altogether)
"quicksmart/quick as you can" this one's canon. i like it. it's real good
thigh smacks but in the stimming way. also tongue pops
slapping walls while she walks. don't question it she's analysing. gotta figure the exact makeup of every building always all the time. if her brain ever runs out of calculations to do she will Die.
"excellent" where fantastic or brilliant might go, although she does also use those some.
she's a "blummin 'eck" sort of northerner sorry not sorry.
hums in the Stressed Out Da Da Da Da way a lot
guitar is not her instrument. actually this body isn't great with most instruments. she poured all her skill tree points into engineering. she's got an excellent sense of balance (and rhythm) though, so maybe she'd be good at drums if she ever tried.
this, the doctor could say with some certainty, was just what she'd needed. stability, security, solid ground beneath her feet; a moment to breathe, to get her perspective back. river knew her so well - better than most ever got to, back then. gratitude swelled in her chest, honey-gold and sweet, and she turned to her wife like a flower seeking sun, clearing the board with a thought. top-of-the-line, that.
" oh, y'know, " she said, rocking on her heels, hedging. a long breath sucked in through her teeth, tendons tensing in her neck, the perfect picture of awkwardness if it weren't for the mischief glittering in her gaze. " it was alright. "
the grin broke near-on immediately: oh, she was coming 'round on academia, she really was. that had started with her last self, with bill, but he'd still clung so heavily to their childhood hangups, and one couldn't very well teach quantum mechanics at a twenty-first century school. " it was brilliant, river. they were brilliant! so bright, all of them, really, properly bright. it took me centuries to get my head 'round some of this stuff but i reckon there are a couple of them that could do it just this year. "
She arched an eyebrow in response to her wife's hedging. "Oh?" It's half-amused hum. The Doctor's so torturing her on purpose. The cheek.
She stretched her arms out behind her. Leaning back, her palms pressed against wood. Teasing grin was replaced by a softening smile. "I'm glad, darling."
Canting her head, River let the Doctor ramble on. A smug smirk played across her features. She'd known it would go well. She'd hoped it would go this well, but when had been the question. Hearing her excitement lightened the sliver of worry that had gripped her.
Brows furrowed in mild concern. "Doctor," she cautioned with a knowing chuckle. "No meddling and pulling them across the finish line."
" 'course not, never, you know me! king - sorry, queen of no meddling. hands-off, that's my middle name. " as she spoke, she moved closer, one hand reaching out to cover river's atop the desk - thumbing idle over its back, she couldn't help but tease a touch further, brows raised in delight. " i won't do anything you wouldn't do. promise. "
for her part, she hadn't worried at all: she never did, not about things like this. if they didn't like her, they didn't like her, but how could they not when she'd brought snacks? [ jammie dodgers, she seemed to love those again, along with a promise that there would be no introductory travel slideshow - not least because it'd take the rest of their lives and then some to get through all the interesting bits. ] it was sweet, though, river's caring. she softened under it, cheeky grin mellowed into something quietly sincere, and leaned up to lay a gentle kiss into the high point of her cheek.
i'm of the firm belief that thirteen has at least one adventure with sarah jane.
THE TARDIS HAS A GHOST . . .
âDid you hear that?â Tegan asked, struggling to suppress a groan when she turned to find Adric and Nyssa engrossed in a conversation about something utterly boring. She made sure to walk loudly as she approached them, then crossed her arms. âWeâre never going to get back if you two wonât stay focused. Weâll die back here and the Doctor will never find us!â âOh, donât be so dramatic!â Adric sneered, but Nyssa took a lighter approach. âIâm sure weâre nearly there.â Tegan shook her head. âNo. This doesnât feel right. Youâre really telling me you didnât hear anything?â âWas it the Doctor?â âOr did you imagine it? Youâre too jumpy, Tegan.â She rolled her eyes. They werenât helpful. Was she the only one who actually cared about finding the console room? Probably. It was Adric who got them lost in the first place. âWhatever. Come on, this way.â
. . . IT HAS NEVER FELT HOSTILE
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Smirking, River exits the TARDIS with her black Louboutin pumps in hand. She swings them by their long sequin laces. âIâll put the kettle on,â she calls over her shoulder. Then, she has every intention of unpinning her hair from its updo.
Sheâs halfway up the stone-laid path of the back garden when she realises her wifeâs not behind her. She pauses. The silk skirt of her navy evening gown swishes in protest. Head turns towards the TARDIS.
Well, itâs not a project onboard the Old Girl thatâs caught her attention.
Eyebrows furrow in concern. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. âWhat?â She finally calls out. Her whole body twists. A step forward. Then another.
âDid you forget something?â
Still no reply. âWhatever is,â she reminds, hastening towards the Doctor, âwe can get it back.â
She forces blood red lips into a smug smirk. âYou are married to one of the universeâs best thieves.â
the last time she stood here, dawn broke over the far ridge for the first time in twenty-four years. this home of theirs saw its first daylight and she stood in this garden, very old and very tired, and tried on the word widow. [ the doctor had married on several occasions and had, naturally, survived each spouse in turn. it never meant what this did; it never broke her hearts like this did. river broke through every safeguard, every barrier, every carefully-maintained fiction, and still there was the loss at the end of it all. ]
the instinct to join in the banter sat just behind her teeth. with some effort, she swallowed it, loosely hugging herself. " you kept it. "
of course she did. their last meeting hardly had to mean that river would die anytime soon. oh, it looked just the same: the garden, the view, the wooden porch she'd had to fix by hand over and over again. she tore her gaze away by force, eyes catching on river's as if magnetised to her.
" sorry ... a cuppa sounds great, yeah. "
i feel like it's both objectively insane and also very in character for the doctor to be like no, i won't wipe out a whole race of beings, it's wrong, but i will dedicate myself to preventing them from hurting people, because i as one person can successfully do so, i am built different
can we talk about how the fact that the doctor's memories are FOBWATCHED implies that the core traits we've come to know could be a fabricated personality that endures across regeneration and that might be why they were willing to work for division in the past because that UPSETS ME TO MY MARROW
do you guys remember when four said "but if i kill, wipe out a whole intelligent life form, then i become like them. i'd be no better than the daleks." and then thirteen orchestrated for all the daleks, the cybermen and the sontarans to be wiped out at once OMEGALUL
âȘ   đČđ°đșđș ïč á”Ꮁ᎞᎞ .   (  a  collection  of  50+ kiss prompts .  feel free to specify the initiating muse . potentially nsfw content within .  will be updated .)
finally kissing the person youâve been pining for .
a kiss shared during a game ( truth or dare , spin the bottle , etc ) .
kissing your lover to show you forgive them .
neck kisses that turn into love bites .
wiping away your loverâs tears as you kiss them .
a kiss to prove you donât have feelings for them .
a last kiss before one goes away .
biting your loverâs lip amidst a kiss .
an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears .
a kiss while being reunited after a long time .
kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy .
a kiss while slow dancing .
sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger .
an abrupt , heated kiss during the middle of a fight .
kissing them to shut them up .
a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning .
sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain .
kissing your partner to seal a marriage .
a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .
a kiss to resolve suppressed romantic/sexual tension .
a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay .
kissing the top of their head as you hold them .
a risky kiss between forbidden lovers .
stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd .
a kiss that leaves lipstick stains .
a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun sets .
a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand .
sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out .
a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps .
an ( accidental / mutually ) drunken kiss .
caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them .
a kiss after joining your lover in the shower .
a kiss after receiving good news .
a tentative , exploratory kiss between friends .
a kiss shared between enemies during combat .
kissing your lover after believing youâd lost them .
a kiss after a devastating event , meant to comfort .
a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party .
kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing .
a kiss between two people in a fake relationship .
a kiss that seals a promise .
kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning .
holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them .
kissing the tears from their cheeks .
a kiss to your loverâs stomach as you travel down their body .
an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation .
sleepy , domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast .
a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work .
a kiss shared while holding your dying lover .
âȘ   đșđŹđ»đ»đ°đ”đź đ·đčđ¶đŽđ·đ»đș   (  a collection of various settings meant to inspire drabbles or be used as prompts .  will be updated .  )
001.  the seaside , as the sun is setting .
002.  a cabin in the middle of the woods .
003. Â a picket-fenced home in the suburbs .
004.  a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .
005.  a private jet miles high in the sky .
006.  a funhouseâs room of mirrors .
007.  an office building , bustling and busy .
008.  the back row of an empty movie theater .
009.  a run-down (or abandoned) motel room .
010.  a loud house party on a suburban street .
011.  a university lecture hall during a class .
012.  the rooftop of a very tall building .
013.  a great ballroom during an elegant party .
014. Â the back of a wailing ambulance .
015. Â the wine cellar of a large mansion .
016.  behind the schoolâs gymnasium .
017.  a bonfire in the middle of the woods .
018.  an otherwise empty parking lot .
019.  the bar of a loud , dark club .
020.  an empty summer camp .
021.  a large hedge maze , easy to get lost in .
022.  a neglected or derelict treehouse .
023.  a spacious , light-filled meadow .
024.  an underground / illegal fighting club .
025.  an abandoned scrapyard .
026.  a large penthouse overlooking the city .
027. Â an apple orchard in the middle of spring .
028.  an empty playground with squeaky swings .
029.  an extravagant greenhouse .
030. Â the base of a large waterfall .
031. Â a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .
032.  a quiet hospital room .
033.  the dark depths of an abandoned mine .
034.  the deck of a fishing boat at night .
035.  the thick crowd of an audience at a show .
036.  a long , winding road .
037. Â the site of a car accident .
038.  a hiking trail in the mountains .
039.  a cramped dressing room .
040.  a dusty antiques shop full of relics .
041.  the street of an unfamiliar city at night .
042.  between the tall shelves of a thrifted book shop .
043.  a building abandoned during construction .
044.  a house without power or running water .
045.  a mysterious trail found in the woods .
046.  the back of a taxi stuck in traffic .
047.  the inside of an elevator that wonât move .
048.  fairgrounds during a large event (or after hours) .
049.  a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .
050.  a childhood home or bedroom .
Spoilers! - as I often have to say to a certain Special Someone. The discovery is wonderful, but only as the climax of the journey. Yes, it can be tempting to 'check your answers', and I confess to having done that once or twice- just a tiny peek, mainly so I can say 'I was right!' to said certain Special Someones who may have alternative theories. But looking up whodunnit before you've read the book - no, that's not for me. We study the past to learn about ourselves. And I happen to think I'm worth the effort.
prof. song. independent & private portrayal of dr. river song from bbc's doctor who. written by doretha (she/her, 21+).
i don't think i know who i am.
it had been so long. her own personal millennium come and gone; countless civilisations had lived and died, countless stars born and burned, since these eyes had looked into rose tyler's. paradox swirled around her in flurries of dark, anti-time, vestiges of the universe she'd torn a hole in to come here. she was impossibly beautiful. it ached to hold her gaze. [ no being alive could look upon their god painlessly. in this, the doctor was no exception. ]
" you're everything, " she said, and it was quiet like an ancient secret. " everything at once. all of time and space, and i left you there. oh, rose, i'm so sorry, i didn't know. "
all that time and it felt like yesterday. some things were fixed, some things always happened, were always happening, and that day was one of them. she'd learned to tune it out. she'd had to. for a long time she'd wanted the pain to consume her forever, to carry it with her, to become a creature of bottomless grief so long as it meant rose's name stayed written into the canon of this universe ... but nothing was forever, nothing, and people needed saving everywhere. guilt gathered in her fingertips, prickled on the back of her neck - reliving. remembering. distantly, she recognised that she had begun to cry.