#;six

[Just Friends? meme from @timelrd​‘s Six]

“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date.” ------------

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, Doctor, it’s that for you being offended is a lifestyle choice. And besides,” She smacked her lips over newly applied lipstick and reached for a tissue to blot, “I was certain it wouldn’t be your scene.”

[Touch Meme from @timelrd​’s Six.]

▰ : embracing them and holding them firmly against your chest // six gives the best hugs change my mind. ------------

... That was not the response she expected. It was not one she wanted, or so she might claim in the first second or two of arching and squirming like a recalcitrant cat. She was angry, dammit, rightfully so, and she would like to keep being angry, thank you, rather than letting herself be soothed.

But the Doctor was bigger than her, far more solid, and for a very odd and remarkable change, it wasn’t him she was angry with. His lapel brushed on her cheek, the blue and grey almost plain when the question mark on his collar and polkadot tie were the only other things she could see. For another half-second her shoulders remained defiant before she gradually, finally acquiesced, relaxing against him and letting her arms settle around him in return.

[Cooking Starter for @timelrd​‘s Six.]

“Okay, I tried, through burning and maybe only destroying one pan, I tried.” ------------

“I’m ...” Thera blinked once, puzzled and not really sure what to make of that announcement. Then a few more times, quickly, wincing a little at the scorching smell that had wafted along in his wake.

[Staring in the Library meme from @timelrd​‘s Six.]

'Oops!' (you know how cats stare at you from around the corner? but dont come near? That's Six at her. LOL) ------------

Thera was currently experiencing a rather severe case of deja vu; the kind that eased onto her awareness like muscle memory and dragged her back several centuries. She had worked here, this library, these very stacks, on and off again throughout the Bodleian’s long history, and the scent of the pages and bindings had never really changed.

She shook off another tug of her memory (it slipped back whenever she focused her attention somewhere else) and was reaching up for another book when something caught her eye. Well, there was a distraction out of nostalgia if she really needed one - the eye-burst of technicolour coat and a fluff of bright curls standing out like a halo among the Library’s varied shades of brown.

Watching her. Oh dear, what had she done now?

fuckbarrier:

"I’ll try anything one time, Phi."