Bow Ties Are Cool

(ooc: I got a strawberry cheesecake flavoured snowball with my mom and I didn’t think anything...

Wed, 22 May 2013 17:30:57 -0400

(ooc: I got a strawberry cheesecake flavoured snowball with my mom and I didn’t think anything of it until my mom was like “it looks like you’re wearing lipstick”

note: I’m not wearing lipstick.

how do you like me now enjolras.)

dulcissimeruinam: “I don’t think it is stealing, no - since she initially stole it herself.”...

Wed, 22 May 2013 15:10:59 -0400

dulcissimeruinam:

“I don’t think it is stealing, no - since she initially stole it herself.” River mused, folding her arms across her chest as she hummed thoughtfully “Though to be honest, stealing to me is more…borrowing without permission.” Perhaps stealing buses was a bit different to stealing mythological swords, but in the end, it was still ‘stealing’ an that was much the same “—keep going. What happened next? I’m sure Freyja wouldn’t have let you just take it.”

“Oh, no, she came and got it back. Well,” he raised his eyebrows a bit, the corners of his lips turning up into a playful, impish smile, and he leaned in a bit closer and whispered, as though Freyja might have been listening in just then. “—she sent somebody to come and get it back. And, well, technically she got something like it back. Without the, ah, problematic pyrotechnic properties of the original.” The Doctor paused, then clarified, “It could spout fire. Technically. It was more complicated than that, but I digress. It’s back in pyrvonian hands now.”

tessabrogan: The way he paled only served to further arouse her suspicions of him. Without...

Wed, 22 May 2013 14:53:40 -0400

tessabrogan:

The way he paled only served to further arouse her suspicions of him. Without realizing it her posture slipped into something a bit more defensive, though she hadn’t gotten any sort of warning that he was even going to hurt her.

“Aye it is. And see…” Tessa came from around the bar to stand near him. “He seemed a lot like ye. But that couldn’t be possible.” Her head tilted to the side. “Why do ye two smell the same?” She asked him without thinking about the fact that most people couldn’t actually smell folks. “Like…fire and citrus and…mint. Something else. Now…How can that be that two lads smell exactly the same?”

The Doctor blinked, then tilted his head a little to the side to sniff the collar of his shirt, wondering if he was giving off more of an odour than he usually did. But- no. He smelled like he normally did. Maybe a bit like she described, but not wafting it in obviously grotesque amounts.

For a moment, he looked confused, and then his eyes lit up, and he looked at Tessa with a little less trepidation and a little more enthusiasm and interest. “Oh- oh! I know, I know- hang on.” He cleared his throat, adjusted his bow tie a little, and said, “‘My, grandmother, what a strong sense of smell you have…’ oh, blimey—”

Apparently missing the fact that Tessa was suspicious of him, he reached out and grabbed one of her hands in both of his, shaking it enthusiastically.

“—you are beautiful. And extraordinary! What are you called?”

(ooc: ok one more post about the fob watch but two years ago for my birthday my mom and I went out...

Wed, 22 May 2013 13:34:28 -0400

(ooc: ok one more post about the fob watch

but two years ago for my birthday my mom and I went out to get a pocket watch and I tried very hard to get it as close to a Time Lord’s that I could.

here’s them compared.

outside:

inside:

all in all I didn’t do half bad)

nursestrax: “Doctor, I am told that vaults are a private thing in which people safeguard items....

Wed, 22 May 2013 13:29:03 -0400

nursestrax:

“Doctor, I am told that vaults are a private thing in which people safeguard items. That being said, I cannot allow you access to the vaults without the expression permission of the Madame.” Strax said, attempting to move back in front of him and block him. Unfortunately for him, he was slightly too slow and ended up trailing him. “She will return in approximately three weeks. When she returns, I will inform her you have called.”

“Strax,” the Doctor says his name with a forced patience, stopping suddenly in the middle of the hall and turning on his heel to face him, “I helped start that vault. I’ve put a good chunk of the things in there- in there. And you’re telling me that I’ve got to wait until Vastra gets back to take a poke around?”

Getting Back Home || @ bowtied

Wed, 22 May 2013 13:21:59 -0400

iamjustjohn:

John was actually a bit confused by how the Doctor reacted when he gave his name. What was wrong with the name John anyway? It was his name after all. Oh right! How silly of him. The vast majority of people had last names, and here he was giving none. Still, it wasn’t something he was used to. He’d never really had one (though he could use his mother’s), and he never really found it important to give one out.

John followed the Doctor inside and glanced around the shop for a place to sit. “Could you get me some hot cocoa please?” he asked. Assuming that the Doctor had heard him, he turned and grabbed a small table near one of the windows. As he waited for the Doctor to return, he wrung his hands together nervously, debating just how to explain this and just how much of his world he should reveal to this version of the Doctor.

The Doctor did hear, and when he came back to the table John had picked out, he put a steaming cup of hot chocolate in front of him before taking the seat opposite, crossing his legs idly at the ankles as he leaned back in the chair so that it was balancing on just the back two legs, his cup of tea held in one hand as he used the other to dip the tea bag up and down in it.

“So,” he said after a moment, “…you know who I am. Which means, I’m assuming, something’s gone wibbly. Wibbly things is usually my area of expertise. Also some wobbly. Is your problem a wibbly or a wobbly one?”

dulcissimeruinam: And my name’s William Shakespeare. [A response she hoped alluded to how much she...

Wed, 22 May 2013 13:14:04 -0400

dulcissimeruinam:

And my name’s William Shakespeare. [A response she hoped alluded to how much she didn’t believe it when he said that. The Doctor hugging her was a rare thing — much less was him telling her he was happy to see her. Sure, they flirted — they had fun, but they never really disclosed little things like that.]

—That can come later. [She’d just experienced New York a couple of months ago; but they’d seen each other briefly since. Christmas at her house being the most recent.] Tell me what’s happened.

Is it really? [—is the Doctor’s faux-bemused reply. He pulls back a little, kissing her squarely between the eyes—]

[—and when he looks at her, he has an apologetic smile on his face.] I’m sorry, River. I can’t tell you. Spoilers, [that word brought a twinge of distant nostalgia to his heart now, he notes, rather than irritation] …and all that.

onemoreunhappysoul: bowtied started following you It isn’t quite six thirty in the morning in...

Wed, 22 May 2013 13:05:12 -0400

onemoreunhappysoul:

bowtied started following you

It isn’t quite six thirty in the morning in Seattle, Washington on the fresh new dawn following a rainstorm, and Mason has just rolled out from underneath a bench in the park. Bleary-eyed with bits of leaves in his hair, even his leather jacket is soaked right through.

He can admit it’s a little much even by Mason standards, but he reasons if you had had to knick the souls of three first graders before a graphic pile-up (and that’s by graphic pile-up standards), you’d have spent the evening getting black out pissed in the park, too.

Until you passed out.
In the rain.
For hours.
All this and more, brought to you by an entire fifth of cheap whiskey (undead metabolism, bloody bless and curse)!

Is that vomit on his scarf?

He’s trying to tuck the soiled fabric into his jacket as he wanders without paying attention down the sidewalk, and so he steps right into a solidness which can only be a person.

“Oi sorry, mate!” A graceless sidestep almost sends Mason to the ground, but he catches himself, and tries to play it off as if he didn’t almost fall on his face, ”Wouldn’t happen to have the time then, would ya?”

The man looks like he got run over by a semi-truck.

That’s the initial thing that crosses the Doctor’s mind, after he stumbles back a step or two from the collision and dusts his jacket off, eyeing the bedraggled man up. He looks like he’s been run over by a semi-truck, and then tossed off to the side of the road, in a muddy ditch, like a deer, or- no, less like a deer… more like a fox. Yes, the man is definitely more foxy than he is deery.

“The time?” The Doctor repeats with a slight purse to his lips, and he slides back the jacket of his coat to glance at his watch. “I’ve got half past six in the evening. No- sorry.” He taps the watch-face. “Morning. Definitely morning. Half six, yes. Well, technically, six twenty-four, but I digress.”

His sleeve slips back down as he reaches up to straighten his bow tie.

“—are you, well, alright? You sort of look like you spent the night in a bog.”

princessnautilus replied to your post: (ooc: you guys can joke that I’m a fobwatched time… ...

Wed, 22 May 2013 12:52:33 -0400

princessnautilus replied to your post: (ooc: you guys can joke that I’m a fobwatched time…

sorry i opened it before you could I GAINED ALL YOUR KNOWLEDGE IT IS M INE NOW

(ooc: god DAMN IT)

(ooc: you guys can joke that I’m a fobwatched time lord for reals now if you want. oOPS I...

Wed, 22 May 2013 12:43:00 -0400

(ooc: you guys can joke that I’m a fobwatched time lord for reals now if you want.

oOPS I OPENED IT

…wait, where’s all my new knowledge in maths and sciences???

false alarm guys. I’m a dud.)

onemoreunhappysoul replied to your post: (ooc: no but ‘enjoying eleven a lot better when… ...

Wed, 22 May 2013 12:28:00 -0400

onemoreunhappysoul replied to your post: (ooc: no but ‘enjoying eleven a lot better when…

i hate when people can’t see the merits in characters they supposedly like so they have to shit on another character instead

(ooc: SIGH you know it. *flops all over*)

(ooc: no but ‘enjoying eleven a lot better when he’s with clara’ you mean with her...

Wed, 22 May 2013 12:21:12 -0400

(ooc: no but ‘enjoying eleven a lot better when he’s with clara’

you mean with her when for 90% of the time he was acting all creepy about her because he had suspicions that she was a trick or a trap and he didn’t trust her but he still liked her and it made him, as aforementioned, slightly creepy as he tried to solve her like a puzzle????)

gothismynature: I’m actually enjoying Eleven a lot better when he’s with Clara. The writers went...

Wed, 22 May 2013 12:17:00 -0400

gothismynature:

I’m actually enjoying Eleven a lot better when he’s with Clara. The writers went out of their way to make Amy so unlikable and selfish that it was difficult for me to understand why the Doctor would even want to be around her. It made him look bad.

Look, you’re free to like Clara, I encourage you to like Clara, Clara is magnificent — but Amy was not selfish — at least no more than any other sentient being is. I mean, blimey, the first thing she ever did for me was make me food. Gobs of food! A stranger! That crashed in her backyard! And she cooked! She was seven!

—That sort of selflessness and willingness to help others was and is a staple of her character. Over the course of the time she spent with me, I observed and experienced the outstanding and lasting effects of her generosity and empathy far more than I observed or experienced any bit of selfishness.

She tried to protect me from the truth of the Starship UK, which, sure, isn’t something I approved of, but it wasn’t by any stretch of the imagination selfish. She sacrificed herself in Wales to save an old man who’d lived roundabouts three times the amount of life she had from sinking into the hungry, hungry Earth. She gave renewed hope to a depressed artist, grabbed up a sword and fought off pirates, stopped me from condemning a man to death by reminding me that mercy is what separates us from the malevolent species of the universe.

And sure! She could be selfish! It was there, of course it was — but are you honestly implying that you aren’t selfish from time to time? Or that I’m not infinitely more selfish than Amy Pond could ever be?

Amelia Pond did not make me look bad, she gave me something to aspire for. And if you dislike her for being, on occasion, selfish, then you’re disliking her for being wholly and entirely- human. And that- that is something to be admired, not ridiculed.

justaburger: After a moment’s deliberation, Sam clicks the safety back on the gun and...

Wed, 22 May 2013 11:46:53 -0400

justaburger:

After a moment’s deliberation, Sam clicks the safety back on the gun and tucks it into the back of his pants. A doctor. Sam frowns; what kind of a Doctor makes house calls in a police phone box? And how did the stranger even—

Dean.

Sam’s eyes narrow, and he grits his teeth. He appreciates his brother’s concern— really, he does, but the constant mother-henning is leaving Sam feeling like he’s only going to get worse. The trials are going to purify him and make him worth something Dean’d be proud of, and he has to get worse before he gets better.

“Dean called you, didn’t he.” Sam’s eyebrows furrow in the center of his forehead, and he sighs. “I’m fine. Really.” He almost turns away and leaves the stranger there, alone, but there’s something so strange about the entire situation, and something so enticing about the man himself that Sam can’t bring himself to simply just walk away.

The Doctor’s shoulders visibly relaxed once the gun was safely holstered away, and he smiled genially at Sam, even as a look of unfamiliar confusion crept over his face.

“Sorry,” he said after a moment, with a slight shake of his head. “Afraid nobody’s made a call — not a Dean, or otherwise. I’ve just got- impeccable timing, I suppose you could say. And a knack for finding people in trouble.” If he was here, then whatever was going on with this man must be serious enough to warrant the TARDIS honing in on him.

“Just let me do a quick examination,” the Doctor prompted, with a slight lift of his eyebrows. “Nothing overtly invasive. I promise not to stick my fingers in your mouth unless entirely necessary. What’s your name?”

doctor who fanfiction: two is better than one (5)

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:46:08 -0400

dribblesanddrabbles:

Title: Frank Conversations
Word Count: 643
Characters/Pairings: Eleven and 7-year-old Amelia, River Song, implied River/Eleven
Summary: Leave it to Amelia Pond to make a role model out of the one woman that she definitely shouldn’t trust.
Warnings: Slight references to The Time Of Angels, and indirect references to A Good Man Goes To War (though if you haven’t seen it, I doubt you’ll pick up on just what it is).
Previous: (1) (2) (3) (4) (not required for context)

He’s doomed.

That’s the initial thing that crosses the Doctor’s mind when he first sees how Amelia follows along right on River’s heels like a lost duckling. He’s doomed, then why do the girls always stick together, then he’s lost her forever. What’s most prevalent above all of that, though, is she’s not safe.

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(ooc: auuuughhhh kat/paz I ship it)

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:21:18 -0400

(ooc: auuuughhhh kat/paz I ship it)

pocketsizedcompanion: “What about you?” Clara asked after taking a longer sip of her tea. “Did you...

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:10:31 -0400

pocketsizedcompanion:

“What about you?” Clara asked after taking a longer sip of her tea. “Did you sleep at all? I’m sure you needed it as much as I did.” If not more, he hadn’t been doing so well before she did what she, well, did. Cocking an eyebrow at him as he set down her lunch in front of her, Clara grabbed one of the apple slices from the plate. “Well aren’t you the next Master Chef.” Taking a bite out of the apple, Clara peered over at him and it was easy to tell that he wasn’t comfortable with the current conversation. “I know, and so am I. Glad I mean, that you’re not.”

Aborting that conversation, Clara took half the sandwich and nudged the plate towards him. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

“What?” The Doctor blinked at the sudden shift in conversation, but he was grateful for it. He looked down at the plate and his eyes widened in realisation. “Oh. Oh, yes. I suppose-” His stomach, as if reminded by the offering of food, gave a rumble, and a sheepish blush rose up into the Doctor’s ears. He’d been so worried about Clara being okay that he was pretty sure he hadn’t properly eaten himself since before Trenzalore. He grabbed up the half of the sandwich and took a sizeable bite.

romanaofheartshaven: [Well, the kiss to her cheek catches her off guard and she just blinks for a...

Wed, 22 May 2013 09:52:30 -0400

romanaofheartshaven:

[Well, the kiss to her cheek catches her off guard and she just blinks for a second, looking completely dazed. A split second later, however, her composure has snapped back into place. She smiles at him warmly, reaching up to straighten his bow tie.] So am I. [Romana teases, hands dropping once she’s satisfied.]

I’d hope so. It ensures your continued existence, which, in my humble opinion, [his lips quirk a little in a smile] is a necessity for a happy life. Or, well, life at all, really. Happy or not. [It’s only when Romana’s hand drops that the Doctor realises that his is still pressed against the side of her face, and he clears his throat, patting her cheek companionably before dropping it, too.]

(ooc: i need to sleep. GOOD NIGHT TUMBLAH.)

Wed, 22 May 2013 01:35:14 -0400

(ooc: i need to sleep. GOOD NIGHT TUMBLAH.)

In the moments before she dies, a woman whose hair used to be bright ginger is visited by a man in a bowtie. She does not know who he is and thinks about giving him a piece of her mind till he moves forward and presses his fingertips to her temple. Memories flood her mind. People and planets and places she had saved alongside a long streak of nothing rush back to her. She remembers being the most important woman in creation. Then with a smile on her face Donna Noble closes her eyes and sleeps forevermore. The Doctor simply looks on with tears in his eyes as his best friend leaves this world with the only gift he could give her.

Wed, 22 May 2013 01:17:00 -0400

little-airheart:

definitelyafangirl:

patruelesfratresomnes:

donnanoble-the-sasstronaut:

mrloopysquirrel:

wHy

hello yes, 911 send me an aMBULANCE

I’m literally in tears right now. This would be so perfect and heartbreaking.