#hellkitten

  Alice lingers outside for longer than she should. Longer than, honestly, she has the physical strength to, because she should be lying down somewhere and the fact alone that she can still do it breathing is ---

  Under other circumstances, she would call it a miracle.

  Alice glances over her shoulder and takes a deep breath. Then she opens the door, half-pushing with her shoulder, already leaning in the frame for support.

     “Okay, before you decide what you wanna say...”   She lifts up the palm of her free hand in a half-hearted conciliatory gesture. There’s no blood anywhere on her, but that won’t matter. Alice knows she looks --- grey, and immediately, somehow, wrong. A dark shadow looms behind her.

racism, usually

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   CHARLIE WAS USED TO FEAR. it had become something of a background noise to her life, a constant, churning static of the knowledge she was in grave danger, and now more than ever.

   the time lords had left her alone for long enough, at an uneasy truce with her complicating existence, but now she’d gone and had a child and brought some wholly new thing into the world. charlie had known it from the first moments, and there was only so far one could run from a society with an eye on the entirety of time and space ------ but she was still going to try.

   before she had even opened her eyes or drew breath, charlie knew wherever she was wasn’t right. the soles of her walking boots slipped across eerily smooth floors as she staggered, opening her eyes and gazing around her, and immediately wishing she hadn’t.

   it was wrong. it was so wrong. space was warping in every direction, expanding, bending and compressing all around her. it seemed to bubble, stretch, and rapidly collapse again, space transitioning in and out of existence like it was a casual afternoon at the pub and not a matter of physical material reality, which really seemed no way to behave.

   disoriented, charlie stumbled again, her back falling against what appeared to be a bookshelf. a few books fell to the floor around them, and in her arms, charlie’s daughter began to fuss. it was no surprise that even the baby could sense the strangeness of the place.

   charlie didn’t really know what was MISSING until it was back. time. time was missing. without time to regulate it, space was free to do whatever terrible nonsense it pleased --------- fabric without the cross-grain was just loose threads, after all. time then crept back in, from charlie outwards across the plane of this place, like water flowing through parched earth. the disorientation slowly dissipated, and charlie took in her surroundings. 

   everything was BLACK, with white or grey in between. charlie felt out of place simply by possessing any sort of colour, but she got the sense that wasn’t going to be unusual. the bookshelves towered over her head, and she stared up at them in silent curiosity as she began to walk, gently bouncing her daughter in her arms to try to quiet her fussing.

   wherever she was, charlie had not been followed, but that did not fill her with any particular sense of comfort. there was no sound except for what seemed like the distant scratching of pens. as much as she would have rather left as soon as she came, that would require finding the way out, which seemed to be next to impossible to do on her own. in extremes, even charlie was known to ask for help.

munday asks

how is this a question

the reasons are plenty: i haven’t finished tp the return (and i would like to understand the lore even if watching this show is like pulling teeth and i get to see laura once in a blue moon), i’m afraid, i don’t know how she’d ever interact with anyone other than like, d/ale cooper, every single thing that has ever happened to her makes me personally want to d*e, i love her too much to fuck it up, etc etc etc

          she’s probably heard this shit from a hundred fathers, which is what’s stopped him saying it before: “ you met my daughter once or twice. ” she has no reason to remember. how many times would she have met some excited little girl? the difference is, however, “ she was deaf. you made her year every time because you could talk to her instead of going through me. ”

                  ❛   i'm sorry do you have powers i don't know about?   ❜ CLAIRE DOUBTS she has any abilities she can use to defend herself with. if trish did she doesn't think jessica would have been so panicked trying to get to her during the whole ... hand debacle. ❛   you sure don't look like you have a god damn HEALING factor. can you catch vigilante by sheer exposure?   ❜ oh like she's got the right to talk.