#( out of muses

[expectiations]

The Husbands of River Song is not and has never been about the Eleventh Doctor being a deadbeat, distant husband (gross mischaracterization by the way) and the Twelfth Doctor being the "better, more mature, affectionate" husband.

It was about River Song. It was about River and how the events in Manhattan took such a toll on her. It was about letting us see River dealing with grief the way The Snowmen showed us how the Doctor coped after losing believing he had used up all his time with River.

Looking at THORS now with The Ruby's Curse in mind, I get the instinct (for lack of a word that I cannot remember) that the Manhattan incident Blue Roach read from River's diary was not the Manhattan episode that we saw in series 7.

On that note, I'd also like to bring up the fact that the Doctor grounds River and River grounds the Doctor. As Tree talked about in one of her tags, River's empathy is more cognitive than emotional and after musing on it for a bit – considering that the Doctor can no longer go to Manhattan (which may have changed in later series but I wouldn't know at the moment because I have yet to overcome series 7b) and that River does spend time with her parents in Manhattan post-TATM, would the latest Manhattan incident in River's diary be the funeral for Amy? Amy's death? Perhaps even Anthony's? I mean, we already know Rory died five years earlier than Amy. So, knowing how deep River's love for her mother is, it's not too farfetched to say that River spent that time with them. River was by their bedsides as they drew their last breath.

Then Rory's gone, Amy's gone, Anthony's gone. Where does that leave River? Where is the Doctor? (sulking on a cloud on top of Victorian London? trying to figure out the mystery of his newest companion? all while constantly mentioning a certain Professor Song who actually turns out to be his dearly sort of departed absolutely beloved wife?)

Without her parents (and her husband) to ground her, she goes on this maddened, grieving space Robin Hood spree. She seeks fun to fill in the void and takes up marriage as a hobby/side quest. Does she look for the Doctor? Perhaps. Yes, actually. Considering she crashed her latest sort-of-husband's ship onto a planet where she purported the TARDIS to be.

But... she's stealing the TARDIS. She could have just called the Doctor, yeah? So, she doesn't want the Doctor to know then. Well... yeah, considering she has two sort-of-husbands in hand.

So, River would just have gone on from one space Robin Hood spree to the next had the TARDIS not sort-of-stranded herself on Mendorax Dellora to make sure her Water stopped being stubborn and reconcile(?) with her Thief?

Also taking note of how River has read stories about them and knows that Darillium is purported to be their last night together (I could also bring up the fact that this is why I find it easy to digest the "River meeting regenerations of the Doctor younger than the Tenth Doctor makes sense and doesn't break cannon nor ruin SITL/FOTD" but that would take a whole other post). Does this River believe her time with the Eleventh Doctor has ended? The same way series 7b Eleven believed his time with older versions of River has ended? Is this all part of some grand fuckup in communication all thanks to their tangled timelines?

Maybe. Maybe not.

But has River not just been running from her family's death? Has River been running from her supposed last night with the Doctor?

"But River doesn't run." Oh yes. Yes, she does. She knows when to stand her ground. She knows when to charge. And she knows when to run.

"That's out of character for her." No, it's not. She's not invincible. She's this well trained assassin, yes. But invincible? No.

Invincible from the tendency to be blinded by their emotions? Obviously not.

River lies. And River runs.

She is not afraid of her death. She is afraid of the day when her husband, her Doctor, looks into her eyes and looks right through her. And it shouldn't kill her but it does. It did.

So she ran and ran until her bigger-on-the-inside Mum gently reached out and put her back together with the only person left who could ground her. Who she didn't recognize at first but still fell in love with (and would have loved even if he hadn't been revealed to be her actual, long missing husband). Who finally found out their last night wasn't just any night – it was a twenty-four year long last night. Who finally gave her a breather from all the running she'd been doing.

And oh what a night that was (it was the talk of the universe).

[debaucherri]

light yagami evil autism (original img under the cut)

[rpsourcedmemes]

Send 💋 for my muses reaction to yours suddenly kissing them!

If you can't see the emoji, please send 'Kiss' instead

[selenekallanwriter]

Why are they like this?

[saucy-mesothelioma]

Y'all my TMAGP Conspiracy Board is coming along so damn well

[educatedinyellow]

WIP game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Thanks so much for thinking of me, @thetimemoves! :)

The word I was given is: NAPE. These are from my little Vimes/Vetinari thing <3

N

Nobby had bunged off, naturally, though the three grimy pennies Vimes found in a line by his ashtray had been accepted as a vote of sympathy. Vimes and Fred had taken up the foot of the box; the new kid had handled the front on his own. Between the three of them, they got her to the right patch of ground. Someone had probably said a few words. He remembers the sound of rain.

A

And of course, if Vetinari were in any shape to give orders, he'd tell him not to make waves. The people in this room are the arseholes he has to answer to as long as the world runs from the top down, which it always has and always will. In order to make even the smallest progress, he's got to win them over. He's heard it a hundred times: Easy does it.

Which is all well and good, except that, in Vimes's considered opinion, easy does shit. What this problem calls for is an axe in the council table, and Vimes is more than happy to put it there. Sometimes your statements have to scream.

P

"Please stop. You forget, I already know about your questionable adolescent tastes. You had a thing for practical thinkers a good deal older and deader than you, and she does tick those boxes."

E

Exhaustion did its best to knock him over, but his feet were veterans. They carried him, barely swaying, down the stairs to borrow a broom.

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I'm not sure who has already been tagged on this one, but I'll hazard a call to @sanguinarysanguinity, @oldshrewsburyian, @herebesherlocks, and anyone else with WIP files they'd enjoy dusting off and poking through for fun! :) If you'd like to play, I will give you the word: GREAT.

[ask-sad-ghost-piett]

Attention: Older codes will no longer check out as of tomorrow at 0800, per new ISB policy.

[ruindgod]

an eros muse ....

[code01746]

probably won't get to these for a few days, or maybe not until early next week, but here's a tentative meme/inbox call from cora.

i'll pick 1-3 memes from your tag to send in. no cap, though i might be selective about what i decide to turn into threads depending on how many people like this. just trying to gently ease myself back into things.

[yeonban]

I'm off to sleep for now but ❤️ this post if you'd like me to send you an ask where my muse kisses your muse somewhere that ISN'T on the lips (aka on the forehead/top of the head/hand/etc)! If you have any preference for my/your muse lmk in the replies, but it's alright even if you don't specify for this one.

[unladielike]

...So since reblogging asks hasn't really helped in instigating more interactions on my blog (because I guess people don't really enjoy continuing asks into threads anymore?), I'll be posting a brand new starter call! Anyways, you know the drill. Like this post for a starter and if you're a multimuse, please specify a muse. Oh, and alternatively, if there's a verse you specifically want to request from Vivian, do specify that too; otherwise, I will default to using a more modern, slice of life setting.

[crimsondinnerparty]

Will: *bleeds from a stab wound, gasping*

Hannibal: *looking at him like he’s a work of art*

Me:

"If that’s not love, I don’t know what is."

[keo6323]

[leagueofdccm]

Do like this if you want my muses to send you memes though

[mad-hunts]

need a dynamic like this with barton and another muse (no context)

[daily-pat]

No art today only meme