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@jem-scribbles @lvslie I can just see it now...

@jem-scribbles replied to your photoset

I just think it’s amazing that you even have a kilt tag. I may have to peruse it soon to lift my mood.

I have so many David tags omg. XD 

What exactly is on the infamous Georgia shirt? Is it a photo of Georgia covering her face? I’ve been trying to get a good look at it for a while now, and I can’t make it out.

Whatever the case, it's a gorgeous jacket and I want one.

Agreed. I kinda want one for Mr. Thingsdtwears. He’d look seriously haawwwt in that.

I don't go to teaspoon because it's difficult to navigate, otherwise I'd fight them for you! *shakes fist*

Yeah, it’s more difficult to post there and I don’t always get notifications.  For some reason the couple of email accounts I’ve tried to use with them, junk their emails or don’t deliver them at all.  Whofic seems to get marked as spam.  Very odd.  So for the longest time, I didn’t think anyone reviewed anything there or stuff wasn’t getting approved. 

Summary: The Doctor and Lucie have to camp in the heat with a fire blazing. Lucie is not particularly pleased with the situation.

Characters: Eighth Doctor & Lucie Miller

Rating: all ages || Word Count: 420 words

Note #1: for @jem-scribbles‘s Art Party! I’m getting this in right under the wire (again) but I went for the “whether the weather” prompt and the fire prompt :) (so i suppose that qualifies for the Go-Getter Bonus?) 

Note #2: I was re-listening to Eight & Lucie audios today so they were in my head and I had to write them ♥ These two are amazing. Also this is the poem Lucie references

AO3

“I don’t know why you’ve got to have a fire when it’s so bleedin’ hot out here,” Lucie complained. She tugged at the front of her vest top, hoping to create some sort of breeze to cool her off. “I swear it got hotter when the sun went down and that shouldn’t be possible.”

“Well, unless you want to be attacked by the gryeans overnight, the fire is necessary. They’re scared of the light,” the Doctor said, poking at the fire he’d built.

“Could’ve done with a lantern or something instead of a fire, s’all I’m saying.”

“Yes, well, fresh out of lanterns I’m afraid.”

“Course you are.”

“Come on, Lucie. It’s just a couple of hours. We can tell ghost stories! I bet I know one that’ll send chills down your spine.” The Doctor grinned and plopped down on the ground crosslegged, setting his velvet coat next to him. Even he wasn’t immune to the oppressive heat and had shed his coat and rolled up his sleeves.

A quick little thing inspired by @jem-scribbles awesome fanart of Tentoo and Rose kissing in Journey’s End.

Tentoo x Rose 372 words flagst--fluffy angst with a hopeful ending

AO3 and TSP

The TARDIS disappeared and she stared at the faint, perfectly square, imprint in the sand. Rose felt his hand slip into hers and rubbed her thumb over the back of his knuckles. Instinctual. Reflex. Habitual. Inevitable.

Looking up at him, the biting wind chilling her to her very soul, she didn’t know what to do or say. Was there a script she should follow? Words that might make sense? She wasn’t feeling sensible and certainly had no idea what to say.

But the Doctor looked at her with those same timeless eyes. He held her hand as if he hadn’t just disappeared into the TARDIS. And there it was, that sense of security and safety. The sense that he wouldn’t let go. The certainty he held her as tightly to him as she held him to her.

Rose did the only thing that made sense. She tugged him to her and kissed him again. The Doctor wrapped his arms around her, and she huddled in his embrace. He kissed her deeply, and she shuddered at the tender love and affection she tasted on his lips.

The wind didn’t bite as deeply with him holding her. And the echoing wheeze of the TARDIS didn’t echo as sharply in her memory.

“I haven’t left you.” His voice caressed her skin, and the Doctor released her just enough to brush her blowing hair off her face.

“No.” Rose licked her lips then wished she hadn’t. The harsh Norwegian wind took whatever moisture she managed and whisked it into the frigid air.

She pressed closer to his body and let him wrap his arms around her. Resting her head on his chest, she listened to his single heartbeat and closed her eyes.

“Come on.” The Doctor kissed the top of her head. “Let’s get off this beach.”

“It’s freezing.” Rose didn’t know if she meant the air chilled her—it did. Or the Doctor’s leaving had—that also did.

“I’ll keep you warm,” the Doctor, this Doctor, promised.

Rose looked up at him and smiled. It was small, weak, but she meant it with all her heart. “Forever?”