I'm a big fan of Golden Girl, if you wanna talk about it.
Oh my god I feel so much shame in how long updates are taking with her π«£ I cannot get my head back into the right head space but here's a quick outline of what's coming
So chapter sixteen is gonna feature another winter planet as the doctor is still not feeling his best after the aftermath of 42. But this time they're going to a Christmas fair type of deal which is going to lead to them uncovering a plot and running for their lives as per. And the Doctor is going to realise he's had enough of playing it safe after the whole telepathic sun invasion and the best distraction is adrenaline, his favourite coping mechanism, which is going to lead into chapter seventeen the first novel rewrite 'the last dodo' and then I believe after that we're celebrating Rose's birthday, we've got one more filler and then it's blink
Lil snippet from the beginning of Chapter Sixteen:
Rose got lost in memories for a moment, "Mum always used to say that she was gonna get a window box one oβ these days, actually make use of some of that rain. She never did. Just as well, she couldn't keep a plant alive for the life of her." "Doesn't surprise me, you've seen how she makes a cup of tea. Dread to see her do anything more complicated than that." The Doctor chimed in with a feigned shudder. Rose used the close proximity to lightly elbow him in the side with a bemused look. "And you still drink it every time!" "Well," The Doctor started, in that way of his, with a shrug, "you can't watch Eastenders without a cup of tea." "My mum's tea saved your life." Rose started to rebuke but her familiar retort was lost under Martha's surprised outburst. "You watch Eastenders?" The Doctor hummed, "Though I must be a couple of episodes behind now. I wonder how they tied up that ghost storyline?β "Dunno, didn't think to ask Sarah-Jane when I visited, oddly." Rose teased, causing the Doctor to nudge her back with a faux admonishing look. "We can probably check the media room when we get back." "Can't believe you watch soap operas." Martha muttered in disbelief on Rose's other side. "Oh yeah, they're an amusing look into a speciesβ culture. Seeing the extremes of a society laid out plainly for entertainment purposes, is rather illuminating." Rose rolled her eyes, "Ignore him, he likes the drama." She told Martha in a stage whisper.
I really need to get back into it I can't believe I have plans for thirteens seasons and I haven't even finished the first fic π
Thanks for the ask hun














