#worldwell

        this box is a curiosity; it stands out, among a landscape that’s either nothing for as far as the eye can see, or dilapidated buildings and overgrown plants. she walks a lot, and she’s seen it all. but not this. it’s so bright and it seems new, and it almost feels like it’s humming, beneath her hand. ( she doesn’t know what police means. she understands assistance, but it’s out of place, here. there’s not much help anywhere. most people aren’t all that kind, anymore. they can’t afford to be. ) 

       “Now, then. You’re not supposed to be here.” The Doctor crouches beside some sort of time device, seeking to understand the technology as only a Time Lord can. “Let’s have a quick look-see, eh?” Her sonic whirs excitedly as it passes over a panel in the device’s side until a strip falls out. “There we are.” The Doctor’s face scrunches up as she pokes her sonic inside, leaning closer to get a better view. 

        There’s a sound behind her. A footstep, she thinks. The Doctor rises slowly and tucks her sonic away inside her coat before she turns around. “Is this yours?” She jerks a thumb back over her shoulder. “Cause y’can’t park it here, mate. You’re bound to get a ticket.” 

fandoms

my favorite female character - leli.ana……

my favorite male character - zevr.an and va.rric are tied. i like rogues ok?

my favorite book/season/etc - origins

my favorite episode

my favorite cast member

my favorite ship - morr.igan/lelia.na is my weakness tbh

a character I’d die defending - SE.RA! SE.RA! SE.RA!!

a character I just can’t sympathize with - none really come to mind immediately?

a character I grew to love - i didn’t have any strong feelings towards vivie.nne at first but now im :heart_eyes:

                    it’s cold, she thinks, and brushes the tips of gloved fingers up the length of her arm as if it’s enough to make a difference. she’s always cold -- feels it creep up her fingertips like a spider, ‘til it runs down her spine again. 

(when there are things you try and forget, the world has its own cruel ways of cementing them in your life -- you live in the present, and hope and think that if you hope and think enough, you won’t have to remember it, and steve writes a whole fucking franchise about your family trauma. nice work, big bro.)

          “it’s just a fucking house.”      there’s a copy -- hardback, well-thumbed -- on the desk between them and theo barely remembers the last time she sat down with half a bottle of whiskey and turned the pages like she was pulling teeth. one at a time. it didn’t happen like that. there goes her molar. then the incisor. steve chews this shit up and shits out tumult like he knows what he’s talking about.

every time we complain it’s always turned into smth else too or we’re accused of being Gross ourselves like i’m sooooo fuckin tired of everyone hating lesbians and refusing us our stories!!!!! and our anger!!!!!!!

         ‘ he thought chardonnay was pronounced char-donny. the poor soul, i couldn’t quite contain my laughter. ‘  she lifts the crystal whiskey glass to her lips, watching the younger woman from over the rim. ‘ i think i might have scared him off, but cèst la vie.  there are plenty more fish in the sea. ‘ and she raises her glass to that. ‘