#resting-meme-face

I think it's about time someone looked after you. How about Shadowheart? 🦉🐻

Ah, I see. I do think it SHOULD be noted that he did write some anti-online library stuff at the start of the pandemic, but I am glad to see he changed his tune about the Internet Archive and is on the right side.

Happy Birthday @resting-meme-face !

I’m going to combine this with another one I got, for reasons, because an anon also sent me this:

“tegannyssategannyssategannyssategannyssa *deep breath* tegannyssategannyssa tegannyssa thank you (this isn't necessarily a prompt I'm just excited)“

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Tegan does not remember how it starts. The argument is silly, and more playful than anything, based around disagreements of dinner table etiquette. 

“No, I don’t believe it, you’re making that bit up,” Tegan says, and when Nyssa protests, Tegan laughs and whacks her with the nearest object which - because they are sitting on Tegan’s bed - happens to be a pillow. 

The look of utter astonishment on Nyssa’s face as the pillow falls away is one that Tegan will behold for the rest of her life. It occurs to Tegan, rather belatedly, that she just technically assaulted a princess. 

“What in the world was that for?” Nyssa asks, staring at her with those wide, beautiful clear eyes. Tegan almost feels bad. 

“You’re being ridiculous. Besides, it’s only a pillow.” 

Nyssa stares at her a moment, then grabs the pillow and hits her back. Being a pacifist by nature, it’s half hearted and weak at best, but the fact that she did it all is what impresses Tegan. 

“There, do you like it?” Nyssa asks, an adorable crease in her brow. 

Tegan can’t help her laugh. “Oh Nyssa, try not to be cross. It looks all wrong on you.” 

“I’m not cross, I’m… confused.” 

“I can tell, if you’re going to hit someone with a pillow, you need to mean it!” 

“I don’t want to hit anyone, not really.” 

“But if it was a pillow fight or something, that hardly counts, now does it?” 

Nyssa’s frown only deepens. “A pillow fight? Is that a real thing? I know weapons are hardly my specialty, but what on earth is the point? They can’t do any real damage!” 

Tegan grins. “Exactly!” She hesitates. “Do you really not know what a pillow fight is? You’ve never had one?” 

“Obviously not,” Nyssa replies. 

“Give me a minute, I’ll be back.” Tegan dashes to Nyssa’s room and grabs the pillow from her bed. Upon returning, she holds up her pillow in a mock battle stance. “Alright, Nyssa, do your worst.” 

Nyssa bites her lip and considers the pillow next to her. “This seems very silly.” 

“It is very silly. So?” 

Nyssa’s mouth turns up in a smile and she takes the pillow and holds the end firmly in one hand. Tegan shuts the door behind her as she steps back into the room, determined for the Doctor to not witness this silliness. She prepares herself for an attack. 

The princess leaps forward and her attempt to swing the pillow is definitely better than her first, but Tegan can now parry with her own. Tegan whips hers out from between them to crash it into Nyssa’s side, making her squeal. 

Chaos ensues. Tegan is better, naturally, partly due to natural Australian ferocity. Nyssa improves quickly though, her clever mind making her a much better strategist than Tegan, who starts to actually take some hits. They’re not hard, but they’re frequent. 

Tegan pushes back, beginning an onslaught that forces Nyssa back onto the bed, trying to fend her off but being disarmed of her pillow in the process when Tegan flings it away. 

“Oh!” 

Nyssa stares up at her, surprised and unsure, and Tegan finds herself hesitating, struck by the image of Nyssa on her back, her curls of brown hair splayed around her head. She’s always been aware of how beautiful Nyssa is, but never sure what to do about it. Being a lesbian is something that Tegan had been able to come to terms with, and knew Earth would get to accepting hopefully sooner rather than later, but she had no idea what Nyssa’s planet thought of such things. 

“Does this mean you win?” Nyssa asks, biting her lip. 

“I suppose it does,” Tegan says as she swallows and tries to get her thoughts together. This is her friend, and that’s fine, except that she’s sort of still leaning over her and their faces are close but could still be so much closer - 

“Tegan?” Nyssa’s voice is quiet, even more than usual. “May I kiss you?” 

“I - what? Really?” 

“It’s alright if you don’t want to,” Nyssa says. “I don’t really have any experience with this sort of thing, I just wondered-” 

Tegan throws her pillow away and takes Nyssa’s face in her hands, kissing her soundly. Nyssa makes a soft noise of surprise, but then eagerly kisses her back. When they part, they start laughing, and they don’t stop. 

@resting-meme-face replied to your post “Is there a reason why people keep attributing Sacha Dhawan’s “like a...”

Where's that Jodie Whittaker paraphrase from? You have a link?

Ah! hang on, I’ve read/listened/watched so many interviews during this whole press tour... I think this Nerdist interview references it. The interview isn’t quite the phrase but it’s closest I could find.  

Whittaker adds that the other actors’ reactions to Dhawan’s magnetic, malevolent shift were “real, because it’s us batting off each other in the moment.” Every Doctor/Master combination in the history of Doctor Who has a different flavor, though certain underlying truths carry over. (The Master wants the Doctor’s attention. The Master will kill to get it.) Whittaker says that she and Dhawan didn’t plan out their dynamic in advance, favoring the urgent and discomfiting interplay that we see in those first two episodes. 

“If [I] had to play someone’s wife or partner in something, I wouldn’t try to plan the relationship. It just is. The beauty of having chemistry with different actors is that you can’t predict it. And the thing about Sacha is that he’s very unpredictable and his performance is unpredictable. His energy is incredibly generous, he’s always listening. So his performance isn’t about him,” she explains. “But if you start to try and choreograph it in any way, you’ve lost the fun.”

I also like how Jodie mentions it’s like a dance between the Doctor and Master.

Starting at 9:30

Jodie: For us, what I've enjoyed about this scenes with Sacha  was it's almost like a dance with it. He's very physical and I'm physical, and so the directors were really wonderful giving us the space not restricting us to this mark or this mark so we could kind of have this very ominous dance throughout and he take, take to take does something completely different and it's unnerving and his mood is erratic--

Interviewer: Unhinged.

Jodie: He's unhinged, and even references the very short fuse he's got, and I loved that because there's darkness in it, particularly-- y'know, it's a funny transition to go from the scene where he's going, y'know: "Say my name." And I'm having to say it but then realizing that I've got a tiny little thing over him because he's, he's not in control. And that kind of going from darkness to lightness continually was... an actor that's brilliant scenes to play.

Interviewer: Yeah, when the Doctor realizes he doesn't know.

i still can't get over that she just takes trips to sit in the smouldering remains of her dead planet. like this is peak Poor Doctor Coping Mechanisms right here

I don’t like the mental image of her curled up on a rock just watching it burn. It’s upsetting. Normally i’m eye rolling at their spectacularly poor coping mechanisms but... This is just sad.  

and though technically they didn’t say she was just moping, i’m going to assume she was, because if not, it’d be kind of embarrassing to totally miss all the corpses in the basement freezer. 

13: *walks passed a warehouse sized freezer filled with time lords in cold storage*

13: *elevator music*