╳ |– MADMAN

   slender, alien fingers    snatched the TINY red box    from the pond’s hand.

   HER own engagement    ring. tucked carefully    away by the loyal    mr williams.

  guilt r u p t u r e d in his twin   hearts and sent SHOCKS   down his spine, resting   like a WEIGHT in the pit of   his stomach.

❛   no time to dawdle, amy!  there’s a battalion of ROMANS                                              overhead and a M Y S T E R I O U S, ominous box below!                                              SPACE FLORIDA may have to wait.                                                 AGAIN.   ❜

 the look he tossed the man  glistened with discomfort. his jaw was clenched hard enough for his gum to protest with a dull, almost ache.

❛   – how can you not hear it?! it’s so L O U D.  ❜

 the people of galifrey had been a t e l e p a t h i c  species. but he had lived long enough with an certain EMPTINESS inside his head that the loudness was  crippling.

 but the voices, the SCREAMS, those were not done by HIS  people. it was possible he alone could hear them because  they were t u n e d into the right frequency — like a time-lord RADIO.

 they may not have been messages from his race but that didn’t stop the fact that it all reminded him too closely of connections he could NEVER form again. it didn’t stop his breath from catching roughly  in his throat, nor the craving to curl up or run or H I D E.

 instead he pinched the  he was the doctor he didn’t run.  ( L I E S, DOCTOR. )

 he was THE DOCTOR, he was here to help.

he looks younger but he always looks younger. just once she wishes that he could look older. that he could know who she is to him.

she holds her tattered, old, broken BLUE book in her small hand. a finger flips through the pages, a small smile holding precedence over her  shattered heart. 

“ — sweetie ”

she greets him with  a soft tone, trying  to hide the fact that he is so much younger than she  remembers.

“ that was a while ago, love. have we done flordia yet ? ”

   hazel eyes snapped up,    for a m o m e n t, a gaze    almost LACED with     curiosity. flordia? they    had gone to flordia?

   what even W A S flordia?    a planet? a SPACE SHUTTLE?    perhaps a distinguished     individual he would END up    o f f e n d i n g?

  ( time slipped o u t of his fingertips                          no longer a life-line he could trust.                          time was singing for this RIVER SONG now.  )

   he tipped his head into    a seemingly dismissive     shake, thumbed     through RIPPED and    a g e d papers.    when he found a favourite,    the time lord tried    a WARMER expression;    he could tell, even now,    that they were worlds     a p a r t.

   well maybe not W O R L D S,    they were sitting across from    each other. probably just centuries.    or DAYS? minutes?

   he shoved a biscuit into    his mouth, as if that     would be the SOLUTION    to his mounting, uncomfortable    uncertainty.

❛   –— ‘suppose that means we’ve covered alfava metraxis?  with the, err, ANGELS? ❜  

   back then it had felt as though he    might’ve been LEADING in their    sprint through the cosmos. and    he might HAVE been. only, now    he was c l e a r l y bringing    up the rear.

  oh wait — it was N E V E R   that simple. could never be   that simple, as they were criss-   crossing, zigzagging, whizzing   through REALITY.

  they really o u g h t to stop meeting   like this. the doctor laid his book down,   gaze sticking to her. he PROBABLY    shouldn’t have forgotten that… 

❛   – a n d if so, shouldn’t YOU be in prison ?!  ❜ 

happy?? what is happiness??

just kidding 

thank u love <3

um clearly i didn’t read this properly. i’m tired

so here is my list.

ok clearly YOU MAKE me happy lizzledine.

andd budgies make me happy tbh

caKE

matt smith 

@psycopxth

 clenched fists tugged  without mercy on dark brown locks,  teeth raking over a  bloodied split lip, hazel eyes  unfocused, mildly absent, lost  deeply in a cascade  of thoughts dripping with the black inks of self-loathing.

 he could not escape  t h i s.

 no matter who the  timeless alien clung to, how brave or strong,  they always learnt,  WRONGLY, that he was worth risking death for.

 he barely knew the  girl; human, tagging along for the adventure, investigating the impossible. the very picture of innocent, UNTAINTED curiosity.

 they a l l came to him with dreams WAITING to be confirmed. their  futures BURNED in their eyes and his mind, and he could NOT help  himself. their potential was intoxicating and he was so very LONELY.

 but now she was g o n e and it was his HIS FAULT.

 it was ALWAYS his fault.

 he wooed them with the p r o m i s e of the  complexities of the universe; an offer NONE could resist. and like soldiers they valiantly charged into HIS BATTLES.

 he was dark and dangerous  again. the ONCOMING storm,  an ageless, b l o o d s t a i n e d  creature TRAPPED within  the dorky limbs of what was  practically a CHILD.

( all this yet he had nothing to lose,             and they had EVERYTHING.             humans with their damned             futures and HOPES.             they had to work SO HARD             just to live and breathe.   )

  a frustrated CRY erupted  from deep within his chest,  and he s l a m m e d his hands  down, rushing them across  the table top laden with  various metallic bits and  gear. 

❛   –—  NO ! no no n o! ❜  

   he can tell those he swore to    protect THIS day would throw   their f r i g h t e n e d gazes and   settle into their uncomfortable   silences. all save the ONE   who has spoken up in the    midst of his devastated RAGE.

   the time lord tossed his body   DOWN, engulfing his face in   work-calloused palms.

  he could never be sure,   not with HER. they balanced   PRECARIOUSLY in time, of   course, but they were more   often than n o t part of   separate acts under    a starry sky rather than   a MASSIVE, colourful tent.

  and he should DROP the   circus metaphor, because   it was n o t h i n g like that.

 the doctor gripped his book  lumpy, bumpy, BLUE. they  needed to s y n c h r o n i z e. 

 because WHICH river was this?  how much did she know?   m o r e or l e s s than he himself?

(  each time they crossed paths                    the ancient timelord felt slightly                     less in control of the crashing waves of time.   )

❛   –—  river.   ❜  

   where was that caustic, c h a o t i c   playfulness he carried in the inside   pocket of all his FAVOURITE jackets?

  tucked, PERHAPS, in the tight wrinkles   that framed his reckless smile.

Rose lips parted, gasping. Breath. She was breathing! Lungs swelled, accepting the air, and what a strange thing to be doing. What a warm, heart-beating, skin-feeling, brain-thinking thing.

What an ALIVE thing to be doing.

She was here, again. Inside a body. So small. So limited. And yet so MUCH. So much living to do.

The TARDIS blinked, for the first time, with this form. Dark lashes flickered over wide eyes, irises brilliant blue. Impossibly blue. Her pupils dilated rapidly, uncertainly at first. Focusing, focusing. Everything a blur. But then. SEEING.

And there he was.

Thief.      Thief.           THIEF.

The name sang in her veins.

She smiled back; teeth mirroring teeth, pure joy coming to life as he became crystal clear, standing there before her. He was there. All she ever needed.

     “Hello, Doctor.”

Voice foreign to her ears – her voice. A new voice. A good voice? Only time would tell, she supposed. So long as HE liked it.

     “—-Shall I?”

Brows tugged together. Mouth puckered.

     “You didn’t seem to enjoy it last time.      I recall a great deal of shouting.”

Carefully, she moved forward. Nearer. One step. Two. Learning her new legs.

          ( Quite the contrast from that first meeting. That’d been a wild, maddened CHARGE. But then, she’d been wild – ripped from her capsule, crammed inside a body never meant to hold her. Someone else’s. Sad. )

     “…I will if you wish. Or–!      You could bite me.”

          —–Like kissing, only there’s a winner.           They never had decided who’d won.

  it’s so s t r a n g e to be certain. the   HUM of gallifrey, of time, burned   in his pale veins and hollow skin.   he could hear the same SONG in   the air, an echo-chamber of    WORN-OUT familiarity.

  he hadn’t heard it the last time   they had COLLIDED, but when   the timelord looked her over,   he knew she was HOME.

  his home. and he loved her   so DEARLY. his gorgeous blue   box, though she was DISTINCTLY   less box-ey now.

 (  he had n o complaints to voice about   that, though.   )

  his smile quirked ever WIDER,    nervous, agile fingers rushing   to fix his c o o l bowtie, a wink   on the brink on taking him.

❛   –—  this- you’re…!  you’re y o u !  but not you, not blue you… HUMAN you? again!  ❜   

  it took him a moment, his   hands gestured, FERVENT. her,   then him, then somewhere   into the distance, rubbing together   with childish s a t i s f a c t i o n.   a thousand years and he still   STRUGGLED to articulate when   confronted with extra good,   e x t r a acceptable, situations.

  his attention HURDLED elsewhere.   bridging the g a p between them   he sought out a closer LOOK.

❛  yes well, — you were a mad bitey lady, running at me no less, i couldn’t have expected it.  ❜  

   couldn’t have expected HER.    but now the pieces had slid    together, a RAMBUNCTIOUS    puzzle, it could have n e v e r     have been anyone else. 

  ( but had it been Q U I T E her? back then,                 she had been s o misplaced.                            his hearts ached.  )

geE whiz

thank u lizzledine

i crush on u irl

  the doctor grinned wildly,   all REGAL glints in his eyes,   clenched CUSPIDS and   untamed, u n s e t t l e d   floppy dark hair.

   was it her? yes.

  old girl, she was, and even   more SHOCKING was the fact   she was here for him to witness;   IDRIS. his T A R D I S.

( but how? but why?                    did he really care?  )

   the universe was vast.

❛   –—  HELLO, sexy! ❜  

   a CHARMED slew of words spilling     loudly from his alien tongue. he    was e x c i t e d. 

  he was far too eaten by SHOCK   and loneliness to be consumed   by trepidation ( that could come   later, right? or n e v e r.)  at the   thought of her in a HUMAN body   again  –— the SAME one? no,    she was NEW.

  the doctor tilted his head as   he examined the body. it   certainly was an a l i e n, one   very, very far from home.   how it arrived HERE was a   mystery as of yet. but he was   EXCEEDINGLY good at   solving those.

   he stepped back, ALMOST    prepared to reach into    his coat pocket and     extract his TRUSTY sonic,    but instead, hazel eyes    f i x e d on the histopathologist.

   his question was m o r e suited     to a detective but he hadn’t    had the mind to scope out     the area for the boys in blue.

(    they got that nickname from him                                            he knew.    he was the o r i g i n a l boy in blue.                 )

did they even wear blue anymore? did they ever?