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Donna blinked back the sting in her eyes as she rushed forward, arms flinging around Rose without a second thought. “Oh, sweetheart,” she breathed, her voice wobbling even as she tried to sound like her usual self. “You really think anything in this universe could keep me away from you?” She pulled back just enough to look at them, both hands cradling their face like she was checking to make sure they were real. "You’re my Rose.” Her smile cracked wide, full of awe and relief and so much love it practically poured out of her. “Look at you. You’re brilliant.” Donna took their hand, squeezing it tight. “I was taking my time. Had to kick a dimensional door in, argue with a glowing puddle of sentient tea, and flirt my way past a very aggressive robot bouncer. You know. Normal Tuesday.” But her voice softened, lower now, just for them. “I was scared too. Thought maybe I’d got it wrong, or too late, or…” Her lip trembled just a bit. “But I found you. You found me.” Then she pulled them in again, tighter this time. “Never gonna let you go again. Not even if the walls of the universe throw a tantrum about it. Also, this isn’t our London, I demand a refund. The Tube map’s all wrong and I saw a pigeon mug a man for a sausage roll.”

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"ahhh, you're here!" rose beamed as they approached donna, not hesitating to open their arms. "you took your time! i was... getting worried!" they were. they couldn't help but fear that something had happened. something had gone wrong. after all; they weren't supposed to be here either. "i've missed you." rose mused, wrapping their arms tightly around their mother and squeezing tightly. "i thought i might be here alone. i'm so glad to see you, mum."

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Donna’s face softened, her usual sass giving way to something gentler, something understanding. She knew what it was to carry the weight of almosts and what-ifs. “Oh, sweetheart…” she said, stepping closer. “Yeah. I’ve seen ‘em. Nearly had my own backside zapped into the Dark Ages thanks to one of those creepy lawn ornaments. Scared the absolute pants off me, not gonna lie.” She reached out and gently squeezed Sally’s arm. “You did what you could. We all tell ourselves we could’ve done more, should’ve done more, but that’s just grief talking, yeah? Your friend… Kathy? She lived a whole life. And I bet she thought of you every step of the way. People don’t forget the ones who love them. Especially not the ones who fought for them.” Donna took a breath, eyes scanning Sally’s face with that fierce empathy of hers. “You’re right, by the way. There’s loads more than just stone demons and time-travel traps. Giant wasps, adipose made of fat, planets that disappear, bug-eyed aliens who think a rhino helmet’s a fashion choice... been there, seen that, shouted at most of ‘em.” She gave a cheeky grin. “And yeah, I got to travel with the Doctor. Full-time. It was... brilliant. And terrible. But mostly brilliant.” Her voice dipped just slightly there, wistful. Like there was a universe inside her that no one else could see. “But you? You’re doing something right now. You’re writing, warning, watching. That’s not nothing. That’s flipping important.” Then she turned on her heel. “Now come on. Tea’s waiting. And I saw a custard cream in the cupboard earlier calling my name.” She glanced over her shoulder, smirking. “You buy the next pack, and I’ll tell you the story about the time I slapped a Dalek in the face.” She paused. “Well. Okay. Yelled at one. But it felt like a slap.”

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sally looked up at the other in shock. "you... you've seen the weeping angels? you know what they are?" she thought... thought it had only ever been her, larry, the doctor and martha. it was a foolish thought, really, but she had hoped that the weeping angels had all been destroyed. "you survived them. like i did... my best friend hadn't been as lucky. i wish... i wish i could've done something to help her." kathy had lived a long and happy life, even if the angels had sent her years into the past. "thank you. i know that there's all sorts of crazy things out there and not just statues that can move. it can't be just that. i'm sure there's a lot of crazier things out there." sally wished she could've seen more things. could've maybe followed the doctor to travel with him but... maybe that wasn't for her. "tea. tea i would love." she admitted with a chuckle. "especially if there's a biscuit involved. so long as you join me?" sally questioned. @sweetsidejoa

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Donna let out a breathy laugh, still clinging to Jenny like she might vanish again if she let go too soon. Her arms loosened just enough for her to look Jenny in the eye. Donna's gaze shifted, more serious. Gentler. “Yeah… he grieved, Jenny. He really grieved. Not in the falling-to-his-knees-sobbing sort of way, he’s useless with feelings, you know that, but… he went quiet. Really quiet. You’d broken through that armour of his. He was proud of you, and losing you... it gutted him.” She touched Jenny’s cheek with a thumb, brushing away a smudge of something. “And look at you now. Back from the beyond like it’s a casual Tuesday.” At the mention of Martha, Donna tilted her head. “Martha? Not around, no. Last I heard she was off being brilliant and heroic with UNIT or saving the world in her sleep or something equally exhausting.” A pause. “As for me? Oh, you know, the usual, saving planets, recovering lost memories, regaining my entire identity through an epic tragedy or two... Tuesday stuff.” She grinned. “But you first, space miracle. Where have you been, and what mad chaos have you been dragging through the stars?”

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would the other have been... offended if jenny admitted to seeing donna as a motherly figure? would it upset her or would she think it was a jab at her age? "damn, i'm sorry i missed that! i hope it was beautiful. did... did he stay? did... the doctor... grieve for me?" she found herself asking, curious if he truly did care about her. jenny nodded with a chuckle. "it's meeee! really me." she beamed as she held onto donna, squeezing her tightly. "i missed you too, you wonderful woman." jenny mused, giggling a little. "is martha here? or...?" she wasn't quite sure where she stood where the doctor - her father - was concerned. "anyways! what have you been up to? i bet life's been full of adventures for you?" @sweetsidejoa

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Dean let out a low whistle. “Damn. Ice queen vibes. Bet you terrify your interns.” He closed the door behind her, the smirk never leaving his face as he leaned casually against the table. “Noted, charm doesn’t work on you.” he quipped, watching her eye the salt lines. “As for the security setup? Cameras don’t stop demons, sweetheart. Salt, iron, Latin, that’s what works when things start crawling out from under your bed.” Her comment about legality made him chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “Modified like… practical. Salt rounds, holy water, silver bullets. Stuff the cops don’t teach you, but I do. And yeah, I know what’s illegal. I’ve read the fine print. Doesn’t mean I follow it.” At her mention of vigilante work, he tilted his head. “Bad guys? Think less drug dealers, more… demonic possessions and pissed-off ghosts. Trust me, calling 911 won’t help when your fridge starts bleeding and your kid’s levitating.” He opened a steel cabinet with a keypad, revealing his neatly organized, supernatural arsenal. “This isn’t about being a hero. It’s about survival. For me. For the people who never see it coming.” Then came the grin again, cocky, unbothered. He stepped back and gestured to the gear. “Now go ahead. Take a look. Just don’t touch the grenade with the rune. She’s got... trust issues.”

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jj resisted the urge to roll her eyes, reminding herself that she had a job to do. she needed to remain professional. "charming. i'm sure that works on some but i'm afraid it won't on me." she admitted with a shake of her head. her brows raised as she entered the house, admittedly a little shocked by his so-called security. "why? why those things for security? most people go for cameras not salt lines. what's that about?" jj questioned with a raise of her brows. "modified how exactly? since depending on what you've done? that can be illegal. though i'm sure you know that since you seem to be... a know-it-all." she mused, giving him a pointed look. "and just who might those 'bad guys' be that you need modified weapons to go after? and more importantly... why are you doing so? i mean, playing vigilante isn't safe. nor legal depending on what it is you're up to. to have this collection of weaponry means that you aren't just telling them off." jj did roll her eyes this time. "why would i be here to ask you out? i'm here for a reason and it most certainly isn't that. now, show me your collection." @sweetsidejoa

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Sweet Pea’s eyes flickered with that signature mix of street-smart edge and quiet intensity as he leaned against the cold brick wall of some forgotten London alley. The rain had soaked his jacket, but he barely noticed. London was different, gritty, unfamiliar, but the Serpent in him still loud and clear. Sweet Pea squinted through the drizzle, sizing up the new face wandering into his territory like they didn’t belong. Strangers didn’t just stroll in without making waves. He stepped forward, voice low and cautious but with that unmistakable Serpent edge. “Oi, you lost or something?"

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Rain tapped against the ground as Scooby's paws splashed through shallow puddles. He slowed near a crumpled shape sitting against a tree, hunched in a thin coat that wasn’t doing much against the cold. “Hey... ruh, you alright?” he asked, voice softer than usual, head tilted. His tail gave a slow wag as he took a seat nearby, shaking a little rain from his fur. “Kinda miserable out here, huh? R’rain always finds a way in…” Scooby offered a crooked, friendly grin and nudged his shoulder against the man’s arm. “I’m Scooby. Scooby-Doo.” He glanced around with a confused sniff. “Ruh... where’d my Raggy go?”

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FP wiped down the sticky bar, eyes catching the door swinging open. The guy who walked in had a face carved with a scar. FP’s gaze lingered, voice low but steady. “That scar didn’t come cheap, did it? Around here, scars tell stories, some you wanna hear, some you don’t.” He gave a slow nod, leaning forward just enough. “I’m FP. What’s your name, kid? And what kind of trouble brought you here?”

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DOCTOR WHO | The Star Beast

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the boys (season 1) starters

❝ since when did ‘hopeful’ and ‘naive’ become the same thing? ❞   ❝ since when have you ever trusted anybody? ❞   ❝ you don’t have the fight. you never have. ❞   ❝ we do crazy shit when we got broken hearts. ❞   ❝ we’re a team now. we’ll help each other out. ❞   ❝ i know that you’re powerful. i get it. your powers are no joke. ❞   ❝ thank you for an extremely weird conversation. ❞ ❝ vengeance isn’t a path to glory. ❞   ❝ i see you. i know you’re watching me. ❞   ❝ you have no idea what i’ve been through. ❞       ❝ i’ve loved you since the first time that we met. ❞   ❝ this is why it never went anywhere with us. you can’t have two alphas. ❞   ❝ what have you got to lose that you haven’t already lost? ❞   ❝ i thought i was strong, you know? made of steel. ❞   ❝ do you think i’m a fucking idiot? ❞   ❝ we’re in trouble. we’re in a lot of trouble. ❞   ❝ just when you think this shit can’t get any more horrible… ❞   ❝ will you stop calling me that? ❞   ❝ why work so hard if you don’t have somebody to go home and sleep next to at night? ❞   ❝ you don’t trust me. i’m shocked and saddened by that. ❞   ❝ you’re not the hero of this story. ❞   ❝ the people we care about…i say cut them loose. for your good and for theirs. ❞   ❝ i was thinking that maybe we could order in and catch up. just me and you. ❞   ❝ my dad always said: ‘surround yourself with people smarter than you’. ❞   ❝ every instinct is screaming at you to head for the hills, and you should listen to that instinct. ❞ ❝ i kind of feel for you. ❞   ❝ i’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. ❞   ❝ there’s no secrets here. spit it out. ❞   ❝ if i’m being honest…i’m a little suspicious of you. ❞   ❝ i’m gonna take care of this, but until i do, i got to get you somewhere safe. ❞   ❝ look, i love you. you know i do. ❞   ❝ you can’t get in your head about that. ❞   ❝ i know what it’s like to want to go home. ❞   ❝ you are literally the nicest person in the city. ❞   ❝ i can do anything i set my mind to. ❞   ❝ you’re not a bad person. just a scared one. ❞   ❝ you’re being paranoid. ❞   ❝ i don’t think i can do this anymore. ❞   ❝ don’t say i never do anything for you. ❞   ❝ i know you’re trying your damnedest to be tough…but the truth is, you’re terrified. ❞ ❝ we’re both in a shitload of trouble. ❞   ❝ what are you grinning at? ❞   ❝ where have you been? it’s been days. ❞   ❝ next time, at least have a few cards up your sleeve. ❞   ❝ it’s safe. you’re gonna be fine. ❞   ❝ you said this time would be different. ❞   ❝ that’s ‘cause you’re an old, lonely fucker. ❞   ❝ where was your first kiss? ❞ ❝ it must be hard, feeling so alone. ❞       ❝ you’re not the only one whose life was ruined. ❞   ❝ the only thing i hate more than blubbering people are boring speeches. ❞   ❝ you really think i wouldn’t notice? ❞   ❝ a miracle. you are a miracle. ❞   ❝ the smirks, the jokes…it’s all a defense mechanism. ❞   ❝ you really stood for something. but now… ❞   ❝ i really think it’s awesome. the real you. ❞   ❝ is that a threat or a promise? ❞   ❝ i know what it’s like to lose someone. ❞   ❝ we’re the same, you and i. hard outside, soft inside. ❞   ❝ your concern for me is very sweet. ❞   ❝ you’re kind of a mystery to me. ❞   ❝ will you keep your voice down? ❞   ❝ what the fuck were you thinking, coming here? ❞   ❝ you are a selfish, arrogant child. ❞   ❝ let’s be clear. i don’t know you, and i don’t want to. ❞   ❝ i’m fucking terrified. and you should be, too. ❞   ❝ i’m out of your life. you never left mine. ❞   ❝ it’s just…this place isn’t what i remember. ❞   ❝ you’re like the mold on my laundry room tiles. you scrape it off, comes right back. ❞ ❝ where’s your sense of adventure? ❞   ❝ love is just another lie. ❞   ❝ you owe me. you owe me, goddamn it. ❞   ❝ you were the only thing. you were the only thing i could count on. ❞   ❝ y…you’re a murderer. ❞   ❝ i didn’t want to come here, but i need your help. ❞   ❝ you taught me a thing or two about broken promises. ❞   ❝ it is a whole new world now. ❞   ❝ you okay? you break any bones? ❞   ❝ from now on, no more secrets. promise me. ❞   ❝ yeah. looked like you had it all under control. ❞   ❝ i am the last person you need to save. ❞ ❝ i started giving pieces of myself away and…i guess i gave away everything. ❞   ❝ you’re ‘in over your head fucked’, and you know it. ❞   ❝ you do not need to hide things from me. ❞   ❝ just remember who your friends and who your enemies are. ❞      ❝ fuck you. now get out of my house. ❞ ❝ well? say something. ❞   ❝ you can thank me for saving you sometime later. ❞   ❝ now’s not the time to be strong and silent. ❞   ❝ i came to save you. ❞   ❝ i’m just saying it could be worse. ❞   ❝ you’re gonna make me blush here. ❞      ❝ this is never gonna stop. it’s just gonna be more blood and awfulness. ❞       ❝ did i mention this is life or death? ❞   ❝ i see people for who they really are. i see you, too. ❞   ❝ surprised to run into you here. ❞ ❝ you never cared about me. i was just useful to you. ❞       ❝ i don’t know who the fuck i’m supposed to be. ❞   ❝ i’m really sorry. i’m sorry about everything. ❞   ❝ you promised to behave. ❞  

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Doctor Who (S14) Sentences

(Sentences from Doctor Who (S14, 2024). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I am so, so glad to be alive!"

"There's no such thing as monsters - there's just creatures you haven't met yet."

"When was the last time that you had a hug?"

"Look at me; nobody grows up wrong."

"This is the worst thing that has ever happened to anyone! Don't laugh!"

"One trick, once; that's all you get with the gods."

"The power of these creatures is so vast, the whole world could slide into the pit."

"Sometimes genius is just hard work."

"Do this for me and I'll let you see my tattoo! It's not on general view, which makes it more exciting!"

"You should be nice to him - he likes you!"

"Everything's fine! Completely fine!"

"Why are you singing?"

"Tell me what you're not telling me."

"Okay, are you getting scared? Because you're just babbling now!"

"You're giving me orders now?"

"Quite frankly, your lifespan sucks!"

"We're all dead eventually. There's hardly any time that we're not dead!"

"We have telepathic dampeners, mesmeric shielding, and necklaces of silver and salt in case of witchcraft."

"It's just, sometimes I get the impression that you're not really listening - that you're drifting off, thinking of something else."

"Even in bed, it's like you're always a distance away."

"Are you saying that you actually want to fire a nuclear missile?"

"I know I probably shouldn't say this, but I look so cute!"

"Remind me, to which dishonouring are you referring?"

"I'm awfully bored of your shouting."

"If you wish to challenge me to a duel, then please - do! Then I can shoot you dead!"

"Wow! You really are wonderfully bad, aren't you?"

"Well, I thought I knew everyone at my ball, but it appears not!"

"I think the real estimation of an evening is the matches made, don't you think?"

"Brooding. Good look. Do you practice in the mirror?"

"People look to me as an arbiter of taste!"

"I think of you every waking hour, and I hate myself for it."

"I will not marry you. Not now, not ever."

"Do you never stop chattering?"

"No one walks away from a situation with one less shoe. You'd notice."

"You're a bounty hunter? That is so cool."

"Suits you, flustered. It's a good look."

"I don't see how us dancing would create a scene."

"This is the wrong time to be strong and silent and so... Attractive."

"I've decided that it's about time I cause some trouble for myself!"

"He looks like he's been dead for a hundred years."

"This feeling that you're feeling right now is doubt, and don't you feel so alive?"

"I suppose you do have a very nice face."

"You have lived for far too long."

"We fought a monster, and now I must become a monster."

"Will I ever see you again?"

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❛ SCREAM SENTENCE STARTERS

“Did you really call the police?” “My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me!” “You’ve seen one too many movies!” “Movies don’t create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative!” “No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!” “Should I let the machine get it?” “Are you alone in the house?” “You bitch, where the fuck are you?” “Not so fast, we’re going to play a little game.” “Guess who just called the police and reported your sorry motherfucking ass!” “I think I’m dying here, man!” “I’m going to rip you up, bitch!” “What’s your favorite scary movie?” “I’m gettin’ another beer, you want one?” “I’ll be right back!” “Do you like scary movies?” “No, you listen to me you little bitch! You hang up on me again and I’ll gut you like a fish!” “Mmmm… corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pig’s blood in ‘Carrie.’ ” “Oh, my God. I thought you were dead.” “I never thought I’d be so happy to be a virgin.” “Who’s there?” “You tricked me.” “I wanna see breasts.” “We all go a little mad sometimes.” “The police are always off track with this shit! If they’d watch Prom Night, they’d save time! There’s a formula to it. A very simple formula!” “EVERYBODY’S A SUSPECT!” “If you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath - would you be standing in the horror section?” “She was never attacked. I think she made it all up.” “The girl has some serious issues.” “What if she did it? What if she killed them?” “Maybe she’s a slut, just like her mother.” “Teen suicide is out this year and homicide is a much healthier, therapeutic expression.” “Where do you get this shit?” “But this is life. This isn’t a movie.” “It’s all a movie. It’s all one great big movie. Only you can pick your genre.” “If I’m right about this, I could save a man’s life.” “How do you - gut someone?” “It’s called tact, you fuck-rag.” “It’s the millennium. Motives are incidental.” “Well I don’t really believe in motives. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?” “See, it’s a lot more scarier when there’s no motive.” “You’re not a virgin. Now you got to die. Those are the rules.” “This game is like a scary movie. How do you think it’s going to end?” “What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Fairness would be to rip your insides out and hang you from a tree so we can expose you for the heartless, desensitized little shits that you are!” “I will totally protect you. Yo, I am so buff, I got you covered, girl.” “There’s always some stupid bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend.” “That is so sexist. The killer could easily be female. Basic Instinct.” “Why are you doing this?” “It’s all part of the game. It’s called, GUESS HOW I’M GONNA DIE?” “Who am I? The beer wench?” “Looks like we’ve got a serial killer on our hands!” “ ‘Serial Killer’ is not really accurate. Gotta knock off a couple more to get that title.” “If I may say so, you are much prettier in person.” “I didn’t kill anybody.” “You still haven’t told me your name.” “I want to know who I’m looking at.” “I thought she was dead.” “How does it feel to be almost brutally butchered? People want to know. They have a right to know! How does it feel?” “I am two seconds away from calling the police!” “They’ll never make it in time.” “Wait, I thought we were going to go out.” “Don’t hang up on me.” “I told you not to hang up on me.” “Why can’t I be a Meg Ryan movie? Or even a good porno.” “You’re not supposed to be here.” “Why don’t you wanna talk to me?” “Well, you’re not going to be alone any more, right? If you pee, I pee. Is that clear?” “It’s called subtlety. You should look it up.” “Just think - if they make a movie about you, who’s gonna play you?” “It’s so sad. Her mom and dad found her hanging from a tree limb, her insides on the outside.” “I always had a thing for ya, [NAME]!” “Cut Casper, that’s a wrap!” “What do I have to do to prove to you that I’m not a killer?” “Can you see me right now?” “You make me so sick. Your entire havoc-inducing, thieving, whoring generation disgusts me.” “Don’t freak yourself out, okay? We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

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Dean leaned lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed, that signature smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His green eyes flicked down to her badge, then back up to her face with that slow drag that was half charm, half challenge. “Well, Agent Jareau,” he drawled, voice low and honeyed like warm bourbon, “I gotta say, if I knew the FBI was sending someone like you to do a weapons check, I’d have cleaned up a little. Maybe lit a candle. Thrown on some Zeppelin.” He stepped back with an exaggerated gesture, opening the door wider, but his smirk never faded. “C’mon in. Don’t mind the salt lines and Latin carvings, just my version of home security.” He cocked an eyebrow, eyes glinting as he added casually, “So, what gave me away? Was it the rock salt rounds? The silver blades? Or the slightly suspicious charm and rugged good looks?” Dean sauntered over to the table where a few carefully disassembled guns lay beside a flask and an old lore book, he flipped the flask open with his thumb. “Everything I got is legal. Except maybe a few modified rounds. But hey, when the bad guys don’t play fair, why should I?” He turned back to her, voice dropping just a bit. “You really think I’d be dumb enough to keep illegal weapons and brag about ‘em? I mean, I’m reckless, not stupid.” Then came the grin, boyish, lopsided, shamelessly flirty. “Unless this is your way of asking me out, Agent. In which case... I’m flattered. You could’ve just asked for my number. Although, I should warn you, I don’t usually bring law enforcement home this early in the relationship.”

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"hello, i'm agent jareau." she greeted with a nod of her head and a flash of her badge in his direction. "we've heard several... worried citizens coming forward stating that you have... quite an array of weapons in your arsenal?" she questioned, raising her brow at him. "so, that's why i'm here. to see if you're... a danger to us here in the city or at the very least, make sure you don't have these weapons illegally?" what was going on here, was most important to her.

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"Jenny? Jenny?!" she sputtered, then smacked her lightly on the arm. “You cheeky little—! You died! I watched you die! There was regeneration energy and dust and a very traumatic grieving scene! I practically gave a eulogy!” She took a shaky breath, eyes misting as a crooked smile tugged at her lips. “But oh my god, look at you! All smug and glowy and alive.” Donna grabbed Jenny’s face in both hands, eyes scanning like she couldn’t quite believe it. “You’re real, right? Not some timey-wimey projection or robot duplicate or, oh, who cares?!” She pulled her into a second, tighter hug, voice muffled against Jenny’s shoulder. “I missed you, you brilliant space miracle.”

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"i know that face!" jenny beamed at the sight of donna. a friend. someone who had been there for her and fought on her behalf, assuring the doctor she was indeed his daughter. "am i glad to see you!" jenny admitted as she moved to wrap her arms tightly and briefly around the redhead. "i know... i know. i should be dead and all that but... well, i'm part time lord, aren't i? i'm full of surprises." she mused with a chuckle. "it's so good to see you, donna. it's been so long!"

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Donna raised an eyebrow as she walked closer, arms crossed like a mum catching her kid sneaking biscuits before dinner. "Locked up? For telling the truth? Oh, please. If that was grounds for a padded cell, I’d be the Queen of Bedlam." She looked over Sally’s shoulder at the work, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Weeping Angels, yeah? Nasty lot. Blink and you’re toast. I’ve seen 'em, properly seen 'em. You’re not mad, love. You’re just one of the few people actually paying attention." Donna leaned in a bit, lowering her voice like she was letting Sally in on a secret. "Most people live in this bubble, all Netflix and takeaway curry, pretend the weird stuff doesn’t happen. But you, you’re trying to warn them. That takes guts." Then, in true Donna fashion, she softened, just for a moment. “So don’t go doubting yourself now, yeah? The world’s mad already. Might as well be mad with a purpose.” She clapped Sally on the shoulder, a bit too hard. "Come on. Tea? You look like you need ten sugars and a biscuit the size of your face."

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sally let out a small sigh as she read over her latest piece of work. she was only technically a photographer but... well, she had a keen interest in the strange and unusual now. more so... the weeping angels. she wanted to make sure that they never returned to earth. "people are going to think you're crazy if you publish this, sally. you're gonna get locked up." she muttered to herself before realising there was someone nearby enough to hear her. "sorry. just... doubting my work is all."

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“Snitter,” he repeated softly, like anchoring the word might help. “I'm Dean and yeah... I’ve been lost. More times than I care to count.” He glanced out over the water, then back at the broken figure beside him. “The island… I dunno. Nothing in this world really is. But no white coats? That part I can try to promise. Least, not while I’m around.” Dean slowly sat beside him on the grass, careful not to spook him. “You hear buzzing. I hear screaming. Screaming, guilt, monsters, pick your poison. But yeah, I get it. Your head’s loud, mine’s just better at pretending it isn’t.” He let that sit before adding, “But you’re not alone out here. Not unless you wanna be.”

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Dean's calm voice weaved through the river rapids in Snitter's thoughts, coiling like mist. His hands jerked at the word 'island', a faint spark lost in his own buzzing chaos. "River Ghost? No. Snitter. But, the flies hum too loud for more." He muttered, wincing. "The island. Is it still? No white coats?" he asked faintly, still rooted by the riverbank. He looked up at Dean, eyes darting all around him and yet pausing to land nowhere. "You've been lost too? Why?"

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Tim didn’t even look over at first. Just flicked another crumb into the pond with two fingers, watching it vanish like everything else in his life eventually did. “The birds dance for carbs, not for me. I’m not that magnetic.” He finally glanced sideways and gave him a once-over. The scar didn’t make him flinch, Tim had seen weirder. Hell, been weirder. “I gotta say, talking to birds like they’re sentient jazz dancers? What’s next, you gonna start naming the ducks?” Then, quieter, with a shrug, like he couldn’t help it. “Don’t expect a shoulder to cry on. You get sarcasm, deflection, and maybe half a granola bar if I’m feeling generous.” He gave a half-smirk before adding, “Blink twice if the birds are real, once if they’re whispering government secrets.”

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Snitter's surgery scar throbbed in the cool air, making it harder to think than normal, his head would occasionally twitch to one side as if he was confused, only to right itself as quickly as it had twitched. His eyes darted across a pond, catching the reflection of someone sitting nearby, only to be brought to rippling fragments by crumbs. "The birds…they dance for you?" He asked, voice faint, as if he wasn't expecting any kind of response, as if he expected there to be nobody there at all.

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Tim looked down at the spit, then back up at Billy like he’d just been challenged to a dance-off by a toddler. “Wow. Intimidating,” he said flatly, drawing the word out. “Was that supposed to scare me?" He took a slow, taunting step forward. “Ohhh, here it comes,” he said in a sang, bouncing on his heels, arms flailing like a cartoon boxer. “Big Bad Billy’s about to have a meltdown! Hide the knives, he’s feeling vulnerable! Somebody tell the nurses to prep a juice box and a straitjacket.” He edged closer, jerking his shoulders like he was about to charge, but didn’t. Then did it again. “Oop, wait, was that a twitch? Are we doing it? You gonna snap my neck, Loomis? Huh? Gonna channel all that pent-up toxic masculinity and finally make mommy proud?” He leaned in, just enough to share breath. “Do it. Seriously. End me. I’ll die doing what I love, ruining your day.” Then he suddenly spun away, arms wide like he was performing on a stage. “I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?” He cried, dramatically staggering around the room. “You kill me? Cool. Free bed upgrade and I don’t have to listen to your broody I’m so deep bullshit ever again. Win-win.” Tim pivoted back to him, suddenly serious. “But I think you won’t.” He tapped his temple. “Because deep down, under all that fragile pride, you know I’m right. You’re not angry. You’re scared. Of being nothing. Of being forgettable." He paused, grinned. "And you are so forgettable.” He stepped in again, and fake-flinched like he expected Billy to lunge. “Eek! No? Still thinking about it?” He asked sweetly. “Take your time. I know decision-making’s not your strong suit without a partner whispering in your ear.” He patted Billy’s chest, twice. “Tick-tock, killer.” And then, just to be a dick, he opened his arms and wrapped them around Billy in a tight, exaggerated hug. Not warm. Not soft. Just mocking. “Aw, come here, you emotionally repressed little rage muffin,” Tim cooed right in his ear. “You’re just one big hug away from a full-blown psychotic break, huh?” Then he let go, gave Billy a light pat on the back like he’d just consoled a toddler, and stepped away unbothered, grinning.

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Billy just stood there as Tim went to town on him verbally. Naturally, everything he said slashed through and chewed on every single one of Billy's, already fraying, nerves. A searing hatred burnt along his cheeks and down the back of his neck, his hairs standing on end. What pissed him off most of all was that all of these words were essentially coming from Stu. Sure, he knew it wasn't, Stu was neither stupid enough nor well spoken enough to come up with anything like what he had just received, but, the facade that delivered the package was just an extra piss-off that he wasn't up for handling. "I'll make you choke on your fucking one-liners." He snarled, spitting down at Tim's feet, still too rattled to decide exactly what he wanted to do yet. "You don't know me. You don't fucking know anything. Your talking doesn't mean shit until you're begging for your life." His voice cracked, the scared kid inside drowning only able to be pulled out by that violent animal that he tended to resort to under conditions such as these. "Say something else, asshole. Give me a reason not to snap your fucking neck right now."

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