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gimme that cookie i guess

tagging @by-gray @zelda-wheelz and @underwhelmingalchemist

If You Were a Fictional Character

I've seen a few moots doing this and it looked fun!

* Make this picrew of yourself

* Take this uquiz (How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character)

...yeah that seems about right 😅🫠

Not sure who's done this already so tagging the besties @thetumblingmoron @redheadsramblings @woundedsoul12 @the-bear-and-his-sunbird @aurorabiggs @thepalehorsevictoria @kiir-do-faal-rahhe and anyone else who would like to play!

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so beautiful to be on this earth where everybody has something extremely wrong with them. i know i’m doing my part

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Ianto working in archives ( i don't think that headphones is a good idea in torchwood )

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whatever *gives your favorite character testosterone*

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sending multiple pictures of a cop from 1973 to your email. Call that Spam Tyler

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so i promised @myarmsaretoolong i would make him an edit of sam tyler as nine’s companion.

here you go, lovie

also, i usually wouldn’t ask people to watch the tiktok version, but if you CAN, that would be great, because tiktok has changed their guidelines and i’m only allowed 5 hashtags to try and gain views

tiktok version can be found here

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yet another @flashfictionfridayofficial banger prompt in which i only add to sam tylers exensive list of woes

1k words (to the letter) | sam whump | gun violence | hostage situation | ao3 link

Once was foolish. Twice, the rumblings of a bad habit. And Sam did not want to make a habit of this.

“Think about what you’re doing here.” Sam held his hands out in a calming manner, only to get a revolver shoved in his face for the trouble. He retreated against the wall and sank slowly to the floor.

Rook was the guy’s name. Sam nicked him a while back and recognised him the second he stepped into the offices. He’d taken three other hostages besides Sam–all employees Sam was supposed to be collecting witness statements from before they were interrupted.

The pieces fell together easily enough. Rook served time for the crime he only ever got to the planning stage of, and when he got out decided to vent the frustrations both on the intended targets and the copper who put him away. All he had to do was a spot of breaking and entering, enough to get the police sniffing about, then bide his time until Sam came along.

Only he’d struck a flaw. The big bad wolf was out of town, unbeknownst to Rook. He couldn’t complete his mission without the head honcho in the firing line.

Sam only hoped the Guv would figure it out sharpish and pull out some negotiation skills. Oh who was he kidding. Gene didn’t even know he was in there. Sam heard him through the open window snapping orders about. He was preparing an assault. That’s the kind of thing that happens when hostages get threatened.

Silence grew in the office. Sam and the other hostages were crowded against the wall, Rook pacing back and forth with his finger itching over the trigger. Tension amped up with each minute that passed. Each tick closer to 7pm, when the first hostage would be killed.

At quarter to, Rook went over to the window and ducked below it. Head raised, he shouted, “Time’s running out! Bring me Byron or it’s bye-bye copper!”

Sam held his breath for Gene’s response, which came uncharacteristically slow. “Copper? What do you mean, copper?”

“That’s right!” Rook’s face broke out in a crazed grin. A man over the edge. Looking Sam dead in the eye, he shouted back, “I got one of yours in here.” Fishing Sam’s warrant card from his pocket–which he’d snatched off him after a tussle that Sam’s cheek still smarted from–he chucked it out of the window. A second later, it landed with a mute thud.

Another pause, footsteps and a distant string of Hunt-Specialty swearing, then the Guv’s voice came through loud and clear. “You’d better not get out of that building alive, Tyler, ‘cos I’ll finish you off myself!”

The hostage next to Sam, a middle aged woman with pointed glasses on her nose, gave him the eye. 

“You’d hope he was joking,” Sam whispered, “but I doubt it.”

“Some police force,” muttered one of the others.

Sam tipped his head back against the wall and smiled to himself.

Meanwhile, Rook wasn’t finished with Gene. “Fat chance of that. Looks like time’s come early, boys!” With that he stood and marched away from the window while the Guv demanded to know what he meant. Aiming his revolver at Sam, he gestured for him to stand.

Sam followed orders slow and steady. Both to keep things calm, and to play for time. Every second the Guv got was crucial–if only he knew how to use them. Rook grabbed him fiercely by the arm and twisted it behind his back, shoving the gun’s barrel between his shoulder blades. “They want a show? We’ll give ‘em one. No funny business.”

Like that, Rook hauled him out of the office and towards the front entrance.

“This isn’t going to go how you think it is,” Sam tried, but Rook only jabbed the gun harder into his back. He received the message loud and clear. Shut up.

The light outside was blinding compared to the dim interior of the office. It took a few harsh blinks for Sam’s eyes to adjust to the scene waiting for him. The whole of CID was there. Annie with a face halfway between anger and horror. Chris and Ray flanking the Guv, who stood front and centre with his feet planted firmly and his magnum raised in wait.

Rook shoved Sam to his knees atop the four step high entrance. His very own execution stage. Despite Gene’s raised weapon and cocky front, he didn’t dare antagonise Rook into taking the shot. Sweet, in its own way. In others, Sam wished he’d just get it over with.

Through the crowd, his gaze fell on Annie’s. Her own eyes were resolutely set on him, and when he found her she gave a small but powerful smile. Sam returned it with as clear a nod as he dared give.

“Do the smart thing here, Rook,” Gene growled. “Let our Tyler go and turn yourself over.”

“He ruined my life–”

“You ruined your own life when you nicked that explosive!”

So much for keeping things calm. The Guv’s special brand of negotiation never failed to take Sam by surprise, and never more than when he was the one on the line.

“These people are scum!” Rook yelled back. “And all of you–”

Two shots in quick succession. Who fired first, Sam couldn’t tell. The red hot pain radiating through his shoulder took up too much brain space. But pain meant alive.

People shouted, hands were on him holding him upright. Out the corner of his eye, Chris sat atop of a writhing Rook. Then Gene.

“Look at me Tyler.” He did, breathing hard and trying to focus. “Did he get you?”

“Shoulder, just my shoulder,” he gasped. Annie ran forwards, immediately putting pressure over the wound that made Sam hiss in pain.

Gene huffed out a sigh that was very much like relief, then his expression turned frosty. “Hospital. Then you and me got a date out behind the bins. Believe you’re due a bollocking.”

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AAAAHHHHH!!!! SCREAMING ITS SO GOOD!!!

bestie editer made the best edit for me and is also my friends i’m truly blessed

so i promised @myarmsaretoolong i would make him an edit of sam tyler as nine’s companion.

here you go, lovie

also, i usually wouldn’t ask people to watch the tiktok version, but if you CAN, that would be great, because tiktok has changed their guidelines and i’m only allowed 5 hashtags to try and gain views

tiktok version can be found here

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What if the reason that Jack hated Lisa so much was because he thought the canary wharf battle killed Rose HEAR ME OUT

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:)

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(standing suspiciously near an old phone booth that's not even the right color) i would make such a good Companion. i don't even care that i'd probably die a horrifically sad death or whatever. that just wouldn't happen to me. i'm built different. i'd be such a good understander of everything. i'm so cool with time travel, i'm just like not even worried about it. i hope he's old and weird.

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There was a goblin, or a trickster, or a warrior. A nameless, terrible thing, soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos. And nothing could stop it, or hold it, or reason with it. One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world.

Eleven & Amy Pond || Outhouse, Rachel Mckibbens

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23, 49, 50

cheers!

23. which songs to i like to sing in the shower

any that i know the words to really XD vienna by ultravox is a shower classic of course of course, it’s a sin by the pet shop boys, any david bowie really. somewhere in my heart by aztec camera (wow benj let’s mention a song from this century shall we) … tits on the radio by the scissor sisters, anything by the scissor sisters thinking about it. touches you my mika. yes, yes. i’m putting these into a playlist and getting the in shower now

49. what are your favourite things to do when it’s raining

read! nice hot chocolate, sit next to a window, get a book out. perfect. that, or open a window so you get the rainy air feel and lay on my bed and dream up scenarios for stories/just for fun. bonus points if it’s rain that sounds really nice

50. describe your perfect sleeping conditions

1) my own bed. i cannot sleep if it’s not my own bed (yes this is a problem fairly frequently) 2) ever so slightly just a tad on the chilly side. not Cold, but Cool. so that you feel nice n cosy within the duvet. 3) no noise. undebatable. unless it’s that nice rain sound i mentioned. 4) dark. i can’t sleep in the light, but it doesn’t have to be pitch black

in reality i spend summer sprawled out no duvet and sweating and winter curled up and tucked in and shivering

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