doctor ʷʰᵒˀ

[timedthirteen]

i dont have xkit on this blog i am ONCE AGAIN VERY SORRY ABOUT IT

[timedthirteen]

" 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! "

[b4didea]

features  scrunch  up  a  bit  ,  eyeing  @timedthirteen  ,  me?  us?  focus  ,  doctor  !  ❛  oi-  .  .  .  strugglin  with  this  .  .  .  can  you  just-  ❜  a  hand  moves  to  wave  in  the  air  ,  ❛  what  do  you  MEAN  by  i'll  forget?  forget  what?  ❜  questions  asked  ,  head  shakes  ,  ❛  also  ,  your  bit?!  oi!  OUR  bit!  we're  the  SAME   !  ❜

[timedthirteen]

" '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 ... "

[timedthirteen]

i just think thirteen should get to be vulnerable with people.

[timedthirteen]

hi (say it back)

[timedthirteen]

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! "

[isbrilliant]

"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.

[timedthirteen]

" 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 ... "

[timedthirteen]

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.

[timedthirteen]

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.

[timedthirteen]

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. "

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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."

[timedthirteen]

" '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.

[timedthirteen]

i'm of the firm belief that thirteen has at least one adventure with sarah jane.

[tardisghosted]

THE TARDIS HAS A GHOST . . .

“Did you hear that?” 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. “We’re never going to get back if you two won’t stay focused. We’ll die back here and the Doctor will never find us!” “Oh, don’t be so dramatic!” Adric sneered, but Nyssa took a lighter approach. “I’m sure we’re nearly there.” Tegan shook her head. “No. This doesn’t feel right. You’re really telling me you didn’t hear anything?” “Was it the Doctor?” “Or did you imagine it? You’re too jumpy, Tegan.” She rolled her eyes. They weren’t 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. “Whatever. Come on, this way.”

. . . IT HAS NEVER FELT HOSTILE

blog / tardis wiki / credit

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@timedthirteen gets a darillium starter !!

Smirking, River exits the TARDIS with her black Louboutin pumps in hand. She swings them by their long sequin laces. “I’ll put the kettle on,” she calls over her shoulder. Then, she has every intention of unpinning her hair from its updo.

She’s halfway up the stone-laid path of the back garden when she realises her wife’s not behind her. She pauses. The silk skirt of her navy evening gown swishes in protest. Head turns towards the TARDIS.

Well, it’s not a project onboard the Old Girl that’s caught her attention.

Eyebrows furrow in concern. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. “What?” She finally calls out. Her whole body twists. A step forward. Then another.

“Did you forget something?”

Still no reply. “Whatever is,” she reminds, hastening towards the Doctor, ”we can get it back.”

She forces blood red lips into a smug smirk. “You are married to one of the universe’s best thieves.”

[timedthirteen]

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. "

[timedthirteen]

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

[timedthirteen]

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

[timedthirteen]

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

[ohisms]

↪     𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .    (  a  collection  of  50+ kiss prompts .   feel  free  to  specify  the  initiating  muse .  potentially  nsfw  content  within .   will  be  updated .)

finally kissing the person you’ve 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 lover’s tears as you kiss them .

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them .

a last kiss before one goes away .

biting your lover’s 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 you’d 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 lover’s 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 .

[ohisms]

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺     (   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.   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 funhouse’s 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.   the back of a wailing ambulance .

015.   the wine cellar of a large mansion .

016.   behind the school’s 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.   an apple orchard in the middle of spring .

028.   an empty playground with squeaky swings .

029.   an extravagant greenhouse .

030.   the base of a large waterfall .

031.   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.   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 won’t move .

048.   fairgrounds during a large event  (or after hours) .

049.   a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .

050.   a childhood home or bedroom .

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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+).

[timedthirteen]

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.