I am good.

[soluminmcrte]

Eᴅɢᴀʀ Aʟʟᴀɴ Pᴏᴇ Sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs

❝And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone.❞  ❝It is my opinion that you are changing sadly your dominion.❞ ❝I like your Yankee words and Yankee ways.❞ ❝To write is human — not to write divine.❞ ❝In vain I struggle to forget.❞ ❝I have no time to dote or dream.❞ ❝I have been happy, tho’ but in a dream.❞ ❝A mystery, and a dream, should my early life seem.❞ ❝In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed —❞ ❝The visions of my youth have been — but let them pass.❞ ❝Death was in that poisonous wave.❞ ❝Beauty’s eye is here the bluest in the falsest and untruest.❞ ❝I have no time for idle cares.❞  ❝His heart which trembles at the beam of her soul-searching eyes.❞ ❝Sit down beside me, _____, here, dearest, where the moonbeam fell.❞ ❝Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,    doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.❞ ❝Deep in the earth my love is lying and I must weep alone.❞  ❝Our talk had been serious and sober, but our thoughts they were palsied and sere—-❞ ❝In the silence of the night, how we shiver with affright at the melancholy meaning of the    tone!❞ ❝All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.❞  ❝The winged seraphs of Heaven coveted her and me.❞ ❝Booshoh he!❞ ❝Thou wretch! — thou vixen! — thou shrew!❞ ❝I have lost my breath.❞ ❝Ha! ha! ha! — he! he! he! — ho! ho!❞ ❝Of my country and of my family I have little to say.❞ ❝Nosology….it is the Science of Noses.❞ ❝Misery is manifold.❞ ❝But it lay not in the power of images, or sensations, or impediments such as these…❞ ❝For eyes we have no models in the remotely antique.❞ ❝I presume everybody has heard of me.❞ ❝I left the place in disgust.❞ ❝I grew perfectly sober in an instant.❞ ❝The wild sickness and the terrible darkness have left me.❞      ❝Woully-wou, pully-wou, cot tam!❞ ❝If there is anything on earth I hate, it is a genius.❞     ❝We appreciate them only in their effects.❞ ❝Here goes then — ahem!❞ ❝I received a terrible beating.❞     ❝Let us be gone.❞ ❝I admit the deed!❞

[tenrose]

Martha Jones, they say, she’s going to save the world.

[tardis-scooter]

Common answers to seemingly simple questions asked about Doctor Who:

You’re going to have to be more specific.

Yes. And no.

It happened in the books/comics/audios EU.

It happened multiple times (exept for that one time it didn’t).

It was… heavily implied.

No one can decide if it was canon.

Everyone ignores that it was canon.

Of course that was canon, STFU.

It literally got officially retconned.

Aliens?

Aliens.

Because something behind the scenes happened and they had to change/improvise/cut at the last possible second.

Multiple companions. Multiple times.

The show referenced it, but it only actually happened in the EU.

Because the TARDIS wanted to.

Because the TARDIS didn’t want to.

Canon AU.

Ummm…?

Alternate timeline.

Because multiple actors.

Because multiple writers.

Because no budget.

That character died (except they didn’t exactly die).

In classic Who, yes. In new Who, no.

In classic Who, no. In new Who, yes.

**[4-hour-long Powerpoint presentation]**

It happened, but not really.

It didn’t happen on screen, but a writer/producer/actor insists it totally happened.

…maybe…?

Because the entire franchise gets ridiculously meta.

Don’t question it, just go with it.

Because the BBC says so.

The Doctor is a genius.

The Doctor is clueless.

It’s fanon.

That trope was probably invented because of Doctor Who.

The fans are in denial.

Because Rassilon is a dick.

Because an old joke had to be repeated, regardless of the consequences.

Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey.

No bloody clue.

[ofefficixncy]

@xnotsecondbest.

     “It is rather miraculous humanity was       able to survive so long with such a       limited medical knowledge.”

[xnotsecondbest-blog]

“I beg your pardon! He’s alive, isn’t he? I  did my best with what we have - which  isn’t much, I’ll have you know! No need  to be all snarky at a time like this. Unless  you’d like to do it yourself.”

[xnotsecondbest-blog]

@futureboii liked for a starter

“No, no, no!” She could hear the panic in her own  voice. “There was a door here! Right here!” She  pointed desperately at the solid wall in front of  them. “C’mon. There’s got to be another way out!”

[inringking-deactivated20190116]

me: *is tiny* me: (ง •̀_•́)ง

[ancientsoldier-deactivated20170]

“I do. Do you have any real requests?”

[xnotsecondbest-blog]

“If you’re gonna be like that about it....  How about you surprise me?”

[ancientsoldier-deactivated20170]

“Any requests?”

[xnotsecondbest-blog]

“D’you know Free Bird?”

[xnotsecondbest-blog]

Martha has the best exit. I will never understand people who don't appreciate Martha Jones. They must be missing something in their lives.

// I agree with you 100000%, anonymous friend. She is the most criminally underrated companion of the New Series and I’m convinced the people who don’t like her were watching a completely different show than the one I saw.

Martha Jones is life. Martha Jones is love.

End of flippin’ story.

[schmicosanatomy]

[ofstormsandwolves]

[ofstormsandwolves]

The Joneses

[annidraws]

And the last one for the time being. Thank you for your requests! :)

[anoldsarahblogimaydeletelater-d]

♕–; Martha was greeted with a noncommittal shrug from the teenager. Sarah never met the Doctor before and couldn’t say why he’d be wished away if that had occurred at all or not. If she’d been less empathetic she’d ask her to leave so she could stew on her own but her concern got the better of her and she tucked her hair behind her ear, “I mean. That’s what happens when you wish people away to the Goblin King, he takes them here. Then he turns them into goblins.” The how was iffy but she never questioned how he managed to do such a thing. It was all magic after all.  

    “No,” she shook her head. “No, I’m not joking with you.” Typical, an adult thought she was making up faerie tales. It was just like talking to Irene. If she made it back her dad and Irene would probably ground her for life. How was she supposed to explain she turned her little brother into a goblin?

    Actually, the woman made her second guess herself. Her stomach dropped and she realized she was acting far smarter than she actually was. “Well—you see. When you make it to the center that’s where I’m….We?” she had a friend now that was going to rescue somebody so she supposed they were a team now. “We go and…um.”

   Damn. 

    “If you wished him away then he’s probably with Toby,” she avoided the question altogether. “And that means he’s with that rat named Jareth.”

[xnotsecondbest-blog]

   Her inner panic over being so completely lost morphed into a very different kind of fear. The more the girl spoke, the more Martha wondered how much she could actually tell her about this place. Oh this is not good, Jones. Very not good at all... But there had to be a way out. There had to be a way to the Doctor. He had to be somewhere, didn’t he?

   Martha began to pace, trying to work through their situation bit by bit. With logic. Reason. Like a puzzle. Or a tricky patient to diagnose. She could do it if she put her mind to it. She spoke aloud, more to herself than to the girl. “Right. Okay. So- we’ve got to figure out this Labyrinth, yeah? To get to the center and find the Goblin King?” She could almost laugh at how that sounded out loud. “God, I’ve wandered into a storybook,” she muttered before pushing on. “And that’s where the Doctor - and uh Toby- might be and we free them... somehow. Or they get turned into bloody goblins.” She raised her eyebrows at the girl. “That about cover it?”

   With a resigned sigh, she made to head along the nearest path. It seemed there was no other choice. She’d just have to figure it out. But after a moment, she stopped and whirled around. “Wait - you are gonna help me, right? Or is this an ‘every girl for herself’ type place?” she said, not proud of the desperate note in her voice.

[xnotsecondbest-blog]

“You be careful. People in masks cannot be trusted.” //tennyrudeandnotginger *waves*

      Martha stopped in her tracks and shot him a look that couldn’t be read as anything other than ‘you’ve got to be kidding me!’

     “Doctor, it’s a carnival! There are masks all over the place! What am I meant to do? Run for the TARDIS every time a clown pops round the corner?”

[tennyrudeandnotginger]

“’Course not,” the Time Lord replied. “But then again, you have to admit, some of them do look a little creepy…” 

He flashed her a cheeky grin, and then chuckled. “C’mon,” he said, jerking his head towards the festivities and stuffing his hands into the pockets of his long sand-coloured trench coat. “I’m just itching to see how they party ‘round here. First time on this planet, y’know.”

[xnotsecondbest-blog]

Martha opened her mouth to argue, but just then, a particularly grotesque model wandered by and her jaw promptly snapped shut. “Well. Alright. Maybe just a little...”

She returned his grin and set off after him, jogging a moment to catch up. “Well, that makes two of us, then! God! It’s been ages since I went to a proper carnival. I must’ve been a little kid...” She shot the Doctor a cheeky smile of her own. “You don’t suppose they’ve got cotton candy on this planet, do you? Not weird alien stuff -- the proper kind.”

[starchristened-blog1]

SHE SIGHS, her head lolling towards martha, hands around her knees as she RECLINES against the wall. Her eyes shift, as she bites her lip and knits her eyebrows frustratedly. SUDDENLY- she sits up, struck by an idea that has a 50/50 chance of working COULD WORK.

EYES WIDEN, unsure, unfocused, but HEY- it’s better than not trying at all right? She jumps, looking dazed at the gate that stands between them and their freedom. She speaks, not LOOKING at her cell mate, but instead at the rusted, iron bars. “okay- got an idea, sorta stupid,  but we’ve just gotta get the guard here, yeah? dunno what we’ll do after that- but we’ll work it out from there, okay? just            ——————————–FOLLOW MY LEAD.”  SHE RUNS, straight at the bars, clutching them tightly, whips her head back to look at martha- “ get ready to start RETCHING. “ -before rattling them HARD, as if ever she didn’t she’d die, ( which REALLY, she might. ) and then SCREAMS loudly, panic colouring her voice.

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” OY -GET ME OUT OF HERE !!! SHE’S SICK !! CHRIST– SHE COULD HAVE THE PLAGUE- GET ME OUT OF HERE, PLEASE !! “

[xnotsecondbest-blog]

Martha’s eyes went wide as it became clear what her cellmate was planning. A tiny part of her was horrified - but mostly she was just muttering a silent thanks that she’d at least gotten stuck with someone who was ready to get the hell out of here - no matter what. 

She gave a firm nod. “You got it. I’m ready.”

As soon as Amy had launched herself at the bars, Martha was in place. She doubled over, careful to hide her face behind a pile of the wet, smelly straw that covered the floor. At least it would fool them for a little while. She hoped. 

“OH GOD --” she moaned dramatically, letting out loud retching noises, doing her best to sound as viciously sick as she could manage. And it was a bloody good performance, if she did say so herself! All that time spent in hospitals -- she knew what sick sounded like....

It didn’t take long for their performance to have the desired effect. A gruff voice sounded down at the end of the corridor and soon footsteps and the jangling of heavy keys came closer and closer. 

Martha began to scoot closer to the bars of the cell, ready to spring into action the moment it was needed.

Well, this had better work.

[xnotsecondbest-blog]

// S T A R T E R   C A L L

Obviously I have a lot of time off for the holiday so…

Like for a thing!

[aeshildr-blog]

“ perhaps. they say i do have one of those faces    –– though i don’t believe we’ve met. ”

“ i’m…ashildr. you may call me ash, if you like. ” 

[xnotsecondbest-blog]

Martha frowned. She had an odd feeling, but after a moment, shook it off. She was imagining things, obviously.

“Right. Of course. One of those faces...Sorry! I’m Martha.  Martha Jones. Good to meet you Ash,” she replied with  a grin.