𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀 𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀 𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

[timerebel]

okay  so  his  bio  is  finished  and  i  also  have  a  little  starter  call  and  a  meme  you  can  send  in  so    . . .   lets  do  some  things.

[timerebel]

man  i’d  kill  for  people  to  be  soft  with  me  jim  rn  ://////////////

[timerebel]

shegun​.

lips  form  into  a  pout  as  her  eyebrows  come  to  pinch  together  as  she  watches  him  begin  to  fiddle  with  his  phone  -  texting  someone.  she  finds  herself  leaning  away  slightly  as  she  holds  her  own  drink,  the  arms  on  her  sweater  coming  to  cover  her  hands  as  she  does  so.    “    we  don’t  have  to  .  .  .    y’know  what,  it’s  fine.  we’ll  just  watch  a  movie.    ”    she  declares  as  she  leans  forward  to  set  her  drink  down.  she  knew  it  was  a  stretch,  but  now  she  had  a  feeling  of  disappointment  settling  in  her  stomach.  her  eyes  refused  to  glance  to  him  as  she  flipped  through  her  list  on  netflix.    

she’s  backtracking,    and  for  the  first  time  in  a  long  time,    he  feels  guilt.    perhaps  he  was  too  harsh,    or  too  distant.    but  a  need  to  change  hit  him  a  little  harder  than  he  thought  it  would.     a  moments  pause  before  he’s  putting  phone  away,    small  sigh  leaving  lips  before  he’s  pulling  her  a  little  closer.    “   i  wanna  watch  a  series,   idiot.     just  didn’t   expect  you  to  want  to.   ”     a  lie.     such  a  lie.    but  somehow,    lying  seemed  better  than  letting  her  be  sad. 

[timerebel]

shesurvivs​.

ahh,  there  it  was  -  the  moment  she  knew  would  come  sooner  or  later.  the  moment  he  would  begin  to  stir    &    wake  from  his  slumber.  she  wears  a  small  smile  as  he  pulls  himself  closer,  a  feeling  of  butterflies  swarming  in  her  chest  from  the  small  action.  it  was  so  simple  but  she  loved  every  moment  of  it.    “    morning.    ”    she  responds  with  a  sweet  voice,  her  fingertips  still  running  through  his  hair,  fingernails  giving  a  gentle  scratch  to  his  scalp.    “    how  did  you  sleep?    ”  

. . .

still  somewhat  asleep,   but  aware  enough  to  note  how  nice  this  was.    it’d  been  a  long  time  since  he’d  let  himself  be  this  comfortable  around  someone.    and  yet,    mind  isn’t  telling  him  to  get  out  as  it  normally  did.    relaxing  fingers  through  mess  of  dark  curls  doesn’t  send  alarm  bells  ringing,    and  gentle  sigh  of  contentment  moves  passed  lips.    “   good,   yeah.    it  was  a  long  day.   ”       eyes  fluttered  closed,    nuzzling  into  her  side.   “   you?   ”

[timerebel]

shesurvivs​.

she  wished  this  moment  would  last  forever,  fingertips  pushing  through  his  hair  that  had  grown  messy  overnight.  she’d  pulled  her  knees  up  to  her  chest  where  she  was  rested  her  head  upon  them,  sheets  coming  between  her  skin  where  it  was  held  in  place.  her  eyes  traced  over  his  features,  her  touch  was  gentle  on  him  -  she  didn’t  want  to  disturb  him,  though  she  knew  he’d  wake  eventually    &    leave.  he  always  did,  she  dared  to  try    &    convince  him  to  stay  at  times,  insisting  that  she’d  make  breakfast  for  them  but  he  always  denied.  much  to  her  disappointment.    

. . .

he  was  never  one  to  stay.    but  yesterday  had  been  a  particularly  difficult  day,    and  once  asleep  he  stayed  so  soundly.     gentle  hum  of  the  morning  usually  saw  him  swiftly  exiting,    but  the  man  somehow  managed  to  stay  in  the  lull  of  sleep  for  longer  than  expected.     stirring,     man  lets  one  eye  crack  open  before  gentle  sigh  leaves  lips,   led  on  his  stomach,   letting  arm  move  over  her  lap  to  pull  himself  closer.    “   morning.   ” 

[timerebel]

shesurvivs​.

she’d  grown  used  to  the  company  he  provided  -  she  enjoyed  him  being  there  quite  a  lot.  she  made  sure  that  her  door  was  always  open  for  him,  there  was  never  a  time  that  she  would  turn  him  away.  feet  tucked  underneath  her  as  she  sat  on  her  sofa,  comfortable,  her  eyes  watching  him  come  back  around  to  sit  next  to  her. she  almost  leans  on  him    &   she  does  a  little  bit,  but  she  still  leaves  some  distance  there  -  unsure  of  the  reaction  she’d  get  if  she  did  that.    “    i  wanted  to  ask  you  that,  you’re  here  so  often  .  .  .  what  if  we  started  a  little  series  together?    ”    it’s  new  territory    &    it  leaves  her  feeling  a  little  nervous.    “    if  you  want  to,  of  course.    ”

. . .

slightly  overwhelmed  and  put  on  the  spot,   he  looks  like  a  deer  in  headlights  for  a  moment.       then  composure  comes  over  him  and  head  nods,    bringing  bottle  to  his  lips.    “   yeah,    sure.   ”     and  although  tone  may  sound  convincing,    he’s  now  battling  a  racing  mind.     bottle  is  put  down  and  phone  is  pulled  out  of  his  pocket,     texting  away  one  handed  as  he  tried  to  distract  himself.    “   what  kind  of  series  did  you  have  in  mind?   ”

[timerebel]

&.            @shesurvivs​            ›           𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂 .

he’d  found  himself  coming  here  far  more  often  than  planned.     man  finished  missions  and  rushed  back  to  spend  the  night  all  too  often.        not  sure  what  has  come  over  the  man,    but  some  affection  sits  at  pit  of  stomach  that  he  refuses  to  acknowledge.     beer  is  opened  as  he  moves  to  sit  beside  her  on  sofa,    arm  resting  along  the  back  of  cushions  behind  her.     “   so,    what  are  we  watching?   ”

[timerebel]

jim  wants  someone  to  hold  him  and  play  with  his  hair  and  honestly,    same.

[timerebel]

grlwaitd​.

eyes⠀ shift ⠀from⠀feet ⠀to ⠀the ⠀man ⠀opposite, ⠀a ⠀slight ⠀smile ⠀is ⠀plastered ⠀upon ⠀her ⠀warm, ⠀freckled ⠀face. ⠀❝ ⠀nah, ⠀not ⠀my ⠀time ⠀lord. ⠀❞  ⠀amy ⠀trusts ⠀the ⠀doctor, ⠀she ⠀knows ⠀he ⠀would ⠀never ⠀forget⠀her. ⠀not ⠀after ⠀all ⠀that ⠀has ⠀happened, ⠀at ⠀least. ⠀not ⠀after ⠀twelve  ⠀years. ⠀she ⠀trusts ⠀him ⠀endlessly. ⠀though, ⠀the ⠀presence ⠀of ⠀a ⠀mysterious ⠀young ⠀man ⠀ intrigued ⠀her, ⠀the ⠀doctor ⠀taught ⠀her ⠀not ⠀to ⠀get ⠀distracted  and ⠀to ⠀never ⠀rust ⠀ anyone ⠀right ⠀ away.  ⠀again,  ⠀her ⠀gaze ⠀transfers ⠀to⠀the⠀mans⠀tie⠀ very⠀quickly⠀then⠀back⠀up⠀to⠀ his⠀face.⠀❝ ⠀ how ⠀  do  ⠀ you ⠀ know ⠀ anything ⠀ about  ⠀ the ⠀ doctor ⠀  ? ⠀ ⠀ ❞  

not  hers.     she  says  that,    but  she  doesn’t  know  them.    not  like  he  did.     the  lords  of  time  were  ignorant  and  arrogant.       he  knew  all  too  well  the  destruction  they  brought  along  wherever  they  went,    thinking  their  self  given  name  warranted  them  the  respect  of  the  lords  they  could  never  equate  to.        “   i  don’t  know  of  any  doctor.     i  didn’t  believe  time  lords  could  ever  care  enough  to  warrant  that  profession.   ”      said  so  nonchalant,    without  care  himself.    perhaps  because  he  had  very  little  time  for  the  lords.

[leneemusing]

nonverbal memes

add + to reverse who does the action

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention  [ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine  [ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket  [ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.  [ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning  [ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair  [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair  [ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine  [ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room  [ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer  [ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger  [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s [ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying  [ eat ]  for your muse to offer mine food [ hit ] for your muse to attack mine  [ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance  [ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine  [ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap  [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring  [ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually  [ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support  [ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm  [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand  [ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did  [ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine  [ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap  [ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down  [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away  [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare  [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation  [ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury  [ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine  [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger  [ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine  [ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[timerebel]

phoenixspirits​.

rory’s not sure how this guy got past the reception ——- but, you know what, with that amount of blood and clearly unsteady gait, he’s hardly going to send him back out to the waiting room. but then— cyanide, the guy says, and rory hesitates. yes, the hospital has antidote kits. rory knows the procedures, and really he should be calling for the consultant. he also knows that in his own, personal, alien-influenced first aid kit, he has a far more effective treatment he could use. 

a split second decision, and then rory is ushering the man away from prying eyes—- fortunately there’s an empty bay they can use. “okay, sir, in here, please,” he says, calm as ever, drawing the curtains around them. “i need to know what injuries you have and how you were poisoned.”

man  happily  follows,    and  does  so  without  qualms.    but  then  he’s  questioned  and  instantly  defenses  go  out.    “   obviously  i  was  shot,    wasn’t  i.   ”      american  and  natural  twang  coming  in  as  he  finds  it  hard  to  concentrate.    loosing  blood  so  rapidly  was  surprisingly  new  to  the  agent,   usually  too  quick  and  too  clever  to  get  caught.     now,   he’s  out  of  his  element.    out  of  his  known  knowledge,    and  the  panic  in  his  eyes  shows  that  without  question.   

“   if  you  can’t  help  then  i   -   i  just  need  the  antidote.     i  can   -   i  can  probably  handle  the  rest.   ”

[timerebel]

judaskisse​.

ᴏʜ  ʏᴇs,  sʜᴇ  ᴋɴᴇᴡ  ᴡʜᴏ  ʜᴇ  ᴡᴀs,  &  that  was  precisely  the  reason  she  stayed  where  she  was,  down  the  bottom  of  a  trench,  brush  in  one  hand,  trowel  in  the  other.  No,  she  wasn’t  going  to  go  over  &  exchange  insincere  pleasantries.  This  was  her  digsite  after  all.   Instead  she  allowed  the  silence  to  ferment  like  a  fine  wine,  until   it  was positively  awkward.  

❝  Right  on  time.  ❞  Of  course.  ❝  As  you  can  see,  everything’s  in  order.  Why  don’t  you  pop  back  off  &  explain  that  to  your  friends?  It’ll  save  us  both  an  awful  amount  of  time. ❞

the  immediate  reluctance  is  noted,    and  he’s  well  aware  this  would  be  tedious  from  here  on  out.     deep  sigh  sounds  and  he’s  walking  over,    fingers  brushing  jacket  back  and  slipping  hands  into  his  pockets.    “   you  and  i  both  know  that’s  not  how  it  works.   ”      said  in  such  a  dismissive  tone,    eyes  dragging  over  the  dig  site.     “   i’ve  had  a  long  day,    doll.     just   -   i’ll  sit  over  there.    don’t  do  anything  stupid.   ”

[makesgoodchoices]

I’m the hardest person to love. I’m combative. And defensive. And insecure. But I’m also fiercely loyal. And if you stay, I will protect you before I ever think to protect myself.

[timerebel]

[thisyearsgirls]

[timerebel]

please  send  me  memes  or  reply  to  an  open!     i’d  love  more  stuff  to  dooooooo~

[timerebel]

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂’ 𝙿𝚄𝚁𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙽𝙾 𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴. 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴, 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴, 𝙸𝙽𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙱𝙻𝙴. 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙿𝚄𝚁𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙴𝚂, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙴𝚇𝙸𝚂𝚃

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