#sentientdevices

“That sounds like a problem, are you okay?”

ah ツ yes ツ my ツ platonic ツ wife ツ deez ツ kneez ツ here ツ with ツ a ツ shit ツ ton ツ of ツ smileys ツ what ツ did ツ i ツ do ツ to ツ deserve ツ this ツ i ツ love ツ you ツ so ツ much ツ 

at the very least do not romanticize it in works of fiction and actually show the consequences of those actions as being the same as if two biological siblings slept with each other

tfw ur talking to someone who knows the future of literally the entire world @sentientdevices

     “I’m getting a creepy vibe; are you getting a creepy vibe?” The Doctor can’t seem to get the words out quickly enough, and her eyes jump from point to point in the dimly lit space, fighting to grab hold of something -- anything -- definite in the seemingly unmitigated darkness. In the absence of sight, twin pulses seem to rush louder in her ears, and each and every breath of air makes the delicate hairs on her arms bristle.       She doesn’t like it.                                At all. 

The Doctor’s mouth purses ever so slightly, eyes roaming towards the cold comfort of the ground.         “Not when it gets in the way.” Though there had once been a time when she was more than comfortable with her rage, embracing the mantle of Oncoming Storm with an degree of willingness that she now finds entirely shameful -- she has made deliberate steps to distance herself from that pain-riddled past. It’s not her place to play god or take out her anger on the people and places that she passes for. She’s trying to be better than that, and in order to be better than that, she actively tries to reject the person that she used to be. That includes biting her tongue, swallowing back her anger, and pretending that she’s fine, even when she’s not. 

     “Pretty sure I’ve got enough to go on this time.” Her voice leans hard into the first word of the sentence, drawing it out for further emphasis. The Oncoming Storm is long gone -- buried beneath layer upon layer of good intentions -- but that does not mean that she is not occasionally possessed by bitterness. She’s old and stubbornness and it’s easy to find herself stuck in a rut of closed-mindedness, especially where long-standing wounds are concerned.