#graham o'brien imagine

[evviejo]

thirteen’s era appreciation: 137/?

[wolfish-nightmares]

you know what I'm craving, a hannibal style show about arkin and the collector

[analieninabox]

*Y/N and The Doctor doing Just Dance*

Ryan, to Yaz: when will this pain end

Yaz: I have an idea *unplugs tv*

Y/N: :(

The Doctor: why did you do that :C

Yaz: It’s for your own good

Graham: yeah, if I had to listen to “Cotten eyed joe” play one more time I was going to just dance my way into a black hole

[creature-wizard]

Is the spiritual person a conspiracy theorist? A list of red flags

They talk about a shadowy group of people supposedly manipulating everything behind the scenes. They might refer to them by terms such as globalists, bankers, international bankers, secret rulers of the world, the elite, the cabal, Kabbalists, Talmudists, satanists, satanic pedophiles, pedophiles, generational satanists, satanic bloodlines, the Illuminati, the Babylonian Brotherhood, lizard people, Reptilians, Orions, regressives, regressive entities, Khazarians, Marxists, cultural Marxists, or leftists. Sometimes, very rarely, they'll just come right out and say "Jews."

They claim that the conspiracy has been working to conceal historical and spiritual truths from humanity.

They claim that the conspiracy uses stuff like food, entertainment, and medicine to control the masses. For example, "additives in food suppress our psychic abilities" or "Hollywood films contain subliminal messages" or "COVID vaccines were actually created to alter your DNA to make you more docile."

Also, claims that the conspiracy controls people via spiritual or technological implants, 5G, or alter programming, with or without explicit mention of Project Monarch (a conspiracy theory promoted by far right cranks such as Mark Philips and Fritz Springmeier, who used hypnosis to respectively convince Cathy O'Brien and Cisco Wheeler that they'd been put under mind control by a global satanic conspiracy).

They claim that this conspiracy is controlling the media, has fingers in every institution they disagree with, and is generally behind everything they disagree with. (EG, the conspiracy created the Catholic Church; that other New Ager they disagree with is actually controlled opposition, etc.)

They claim that the conspiracy is trying to keep people in fear.

They claim that the conspiracy harvests something from people. Blood and adrenochrome are common ones. Loosh is somewhat less common. Expect to see something else pop up eventually.

They claim that the conspiracy practices genetic engineering; EG, creating animal/human hybrids, using vaccines to genetically sever people's connection to God, etc.

They claim that true spiritual wisdom can be traced back to places like Atlantis, Lemuria, or Mu.

They claim that world governments have secretly been in contact with extraterrestrials for years.

They appeal to known frauds and cranks, including but not limited to Erich Von Daniken, Zechariah Sitchin, David Icke, David Wilcock, Graham Hancock, Jaime Maussan, Bob Lazar, Steven Greer, Richard C. Hoagland, Fritz Springmeier, and Drunvalo Melchizedek.

Appeals to forged documents, including but not limited to the alleged diary of Admiral Richard Byrd, The Emerald Tablets of Thoth the Atlantean, and The Urantia Book.

Appeals to channeled information, such as that provided by Edgar Cayce, Carla Rueckert, or George Van Tassel.

"But all of this has to come from somewhere, doesn't it?"

Oh, it all comes from somewhere, all right, but the where isn't what most people imagine.

A lot of the stuff above is just a modern spin on the content of The Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion, a Russian hoax created to justify violence against Russian Jews. The Protocols itself was plagiarized from a political satire and incorporated a lot of the post-French Revolution conspiracy theories about Freemasons and Jews being behind the French Revolution. I wrote a summary of the conspiracy tropes found in The Protocols over here.

The stuff about Satanic sacrifices and the consumption of blood, adrenochrome, loosh, or whatever are simply just variations on blood libel, an antisemitic conspiracy theory that claims Jews practice ritual cannibalism. Blood libel can be traced back to ancient Greece. (With the Greek version, I really can't help but notice the similarity to modern urban legends of gangsters kidnapping random people for initiation rituals.)

Many of these tropes can also be linked back to the early modern witch hunts. It was believed that witches sacrificed babies to Satan, practiced cannibalism, and put people under mind control by way of diabolical magic. It was also believed that some witches didn't even know they were witches; they'd go off to attend the Devil's Sabbath at night and come back in the morning without remembering a thing. In the late 20th century, this witch hunter's canard would be reinvented as the alter programming conspiracy theory when media such as the 1973 book Sibyl and its 1976 television adaptation put DID (note: the woman who inspired Sibyl did not have DID) into the public consciousness. For a more complete list of witch panic and blood libel tropes, I wrote a list over here.

Lemuria was a hypothetical landmass proposed to explain the presence of lemur fossils in Madagascar and India while being absent in continental Africa and the rest of Asia, because if lemurs evolved naturally, they wouldn't be in two separate places with no connection to each other. The discovery that India and Madagascar were once connected not only made the hypothesis obsolete, it precludes the existence of Lemuria.

The whole notion of Mu began with a horrendous mistranslation of the Troano manuscript. A man named Augustus Le Plongeon would link the mistranslation with the story of Atlantis, and use it to claim that Atlantis actually existed in the Americas. (For Plongeon, Mu and Atlantis were one and the same.) And then other people (like James Churchward) got their hands on the whole Mu thing, and put their own spins on it, and the rest is history.

Le Plongeon's ideas influence modern Atlantis mythology today; EG, the idea that it was in the Americas. Another guy who helped shape the modern Atlantis myth was Ignatius L. Donnelly, an American politician. Dude claimed that Atlanteans spread their oh-so-superior culture far and wide. He also claimed that Atlantis was the home of the Aryan people, because of course he did.

The idea that all of the world's wisdom can be traced back to Thoth/Hermes goes back to Hermeticism, a product of Greco-Egyptian syncretism. Hermeticism produced a fascinating body of mythology and an interesting way to consider the divine and its role in shaping human history, but that doesn't mean it was right. And the Emerald Tablets of Thoth the Atlantean is a modern text that has fuck-all to do with ancient Hermeticism and more to do with HP Lovecraft.

This idea that the conspiracy uses pharmaceutical drugs and vaccines for evil also has roots in Nazi Germany. The Nazi government, wanting to reserve real medicine for their soldiers, told the general populace that said medicine was the product of evil Jewish science and prescribed alternative healing modalities instead. (Said alternative healing modalities did not particularly work.) It also echoes the old conspiracy theories about Jews spreading the Black Death by poisoning wells.

The idea that the conspiracy uses genetic manipulation to create subhuman beings or sever humanity from the divine is a permutation of the Nazi conspiracy theory that Jews are trying to destroy the white race through race mixing. The idea of evil reptilian DNA goes back to the ancient serpent seed doctrine, which is indeed old, but no less pure hateful nonsense for it.

"But there's got to be somebody up to something rotten out there!"

Oh sure. But these people aren't skulking around in the shadows. They're acting pretty openly.

The Heritage Foundation has been working to push this country into Christofascism since the early 1970's. They're the ones responsible for the rise of the Moral Majority and the election of Ronald Reagan. They're also the ones behind Project 2025, which intends to bring us deeper into Christofascism. (Among many other horrible things, they intend to outlaw trans people as "pornographic.")

The Seven Mountains Mandate is another movement pushing for Christofascism. They intend to seize the "seven spheres" of society, which include education, religion, family, business, government/military, arts/entertainment, and media.

There's also the ghoulish American Evangelicals who support Israel because they think that current events are going to bring about the Second Coming of Jesus and cement the formation of a global Christofascist empire. Don't let their apparent support of Jews fool you - they believe that the good Jews will become Christians and the bad ones will go to hell.

All of these people are working toward monstrously horrific goals, but none of them are part of an ancient megaconspiracy. In fact, these are the kinds of people pushing the myth of the ancient megaconspiracy. From the witch hunts to Nazi Germany to the American Evangelical movement, if history has taught us anything, the people pushing the conspiracy theories are always the bad guys.

[companion-showdown]

Family Feud Nominations, Who is the Best Doctor Who Family

If I've missed a character out of one of the families let me know (within reason, I imagine all these families are massive in the EU, so prioritise tv or significant characters)

Currently, the only rule is no families may inculde anyone who is even ambiguously The Doctor, it'll get super complicated super fast imo

Any characters, eg River, who can link up multiple different families to create a single massive family unit will be treated on a case by case basis. If it is possible to pick one of the smaller family units that they are a part of to include them in while not including them in any of the others (in a way everyone will agree at least makes sense) they will be included in that family only, otherwise they will not be included

Please bare in mind when you are nominating that I am hoping to keep the number of nominations under 64 to run this as a mini-tournament. This is not a hard rule so if nominations do exceed 64 its not a big deal, just something I'd like everyone to bare in mind

Nominees

Foreman-Campbell (Susan, David, Alex)

Chesterton-Wright (Ian, Barbara, implied to be married after they leave)

McCrimmon (Jamie, Heather, V.M.McCrimmon, various others)

Waterfield (Victoria, Edward (father))

Lethbridge-Stewart (Kate, The Brigadier, Doris (Brig's wife in Battlefield), Archibald Hamish (TUAT), Gordon (Kate's son in Downtime), Kadiatu, The Great Intelligence, Lucy Wilson)

Grant/Jones (Jo, Cliff, Santiago (Jo's grandson in Death of the Doctor))

Smith (Sarah-Jane, Lavinia (aunt), Brendan Richards, Luke, Sky, Mr Smith, K9 (they are her family and I will not be hearing otherwise), Barbara, Eddie (parents in Temptation of Sarah-Jane Smith))

Leela, Andred, Veega, Rayo

Adric and Varsh (brothers)

Nyssa, Tremas, and Kassia (daughter, father, step-mother)

Jovanka (Tegan, Vanessa (aunt in Logopolis), Colin (cousin in Arc of Infinity))

Turlough (Vislor, Malkon (brother in Planet of Fire))

McShane (Ace, Audrey (mother), Kathleen (grandmother), Liam (brother))

Tyler (Rose, Jackie, Pete, Tony (baby mentioned in Journey's End), no I will not be adding the metacrisis to this list)

Another Smith (Mickey, Rita (grandmother))

Slitheen

Harkness (Jack, Grey, parents, Alice Carter (daughter), Steven Carter(grandson))

Isolas (Fear Her)

Jones (Martha, Francine, Clive, Tish, Leo, Leo has a baby as well, Adeola Oshodi)

The Family of Blood

Redfern-Smith (Joan, John (various), possible dream children and grandchildren)

Shafe Kanes (from Utopia, Kristane, Beltone)

Mott-Noble-Temple (Donna, Sylvia, Wilf, Shaun, Rose)

The Adipose

Pond-Williams (Amy, Rory, River, Brian, Anthony, Amy's aunt and parents)

Owens: (Craig, Sophie, Stormageddon Dark Lord of All)

Gillyflower (Mrs Gillyflower, Ada)

Paternoster (Jenny, Vastra, Strax)

Oswald (Clara, Ellie, Dave (parents), grandmother, and I'm going to say Danny makes the cut, Orson)

Potts (Bill, Mother, Moira (foster mother))

O'Brien-Sinclair (Graham, Ryan, Grace, Aaron (Ryan's father))

Khan (Yaz, Najia (mother), Hakim (father), Sonya (sister), Umbreen (grandmother))

Lewis (Dan, Eileen (mother), Neville (father))

Swarm and Azure

Bel, Vinder and their as yet unborn child

Sunday (Ruby, Carla, Cherry, many many foster siblings)

The TARDIS and Lolita

Little House of Cwej

The House of Lungbarrow (Grandfater Paradox, Qenceus, Inocet, various cousins, Irving Braxiatel, Maggie Matsumoto, Ulysses, Penelope GAte, Anna Joyce)

The House of Dvora (Morbius, The War King, Thessalia, Romana, various others)

Langer (Clyde, Carla (mother), Paul (father))

Jackson (Maria, Alan, Chrissie)

Chandra (Rani, Haresh, Gita)

The Wu Diaspora (Cindy Wu and her clones)

Munmeth and Mutmunna (Medicine Man)

Ada and Alice Obiefune

Who (Susan, Barbara, Louise)

Jones-Davies (Ianto, Rhiannon, Johnny, David, Mica)

Summerfield (Bernice, Issac, Claire, Jason Kane, Peter, Wolsey, Keith, Rebecca, Cousin Eliza, Benedict I-IV, Christine)

Miller (Lucie, Pat (aunt))

Schofield (Hex, Cassie, Hilda)

House of Witforge (Narvin, Lenaris, Helico, Narvin's father, Rexin)

Faction Paradox

Pollard (Charley, Louisa, Richard, Margaret, Edward Grove, The Sound Creature)

Mesh Cos, Lon Shel, Julian White Mammoth Tusk

Cooper-Williams (Gwen, Rhys, Anwen, Geraint, Mary (Gwen's parents))

Chenka (Liv, Tula, Kal, Garlon Rosh)

Sinclair (Helen, Albie, Trev Bailey)

Forrester

Proctor (Cleo, Jordan, parents)

Nominations will be open until Midday Friday (03/05, 12:00 BST (GMT/UTC +1)), I will try and give a more specific time then

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 1 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

The Ghost Monument

Synopsis

Stranded on an alien planet infamously called Desolation, can the Doctor find her way to the TARDIS as she promised her new friends? Will her newest company be of any help when they're also racing against each other? And what exactly is "the Ghost Monument"?

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Arachnids in the UK

Synopsis

The Thirteenth Doctor finally manages to bring her friends home, but with more time alone on the horizon, she soon discovers that something unnatural has happened to the eight-legged population of Sheffield. Why have they converged on an unopened hotel, and why is there a man going around like he owns the place?

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Kerblam!

Synopsis

When the Thirteenth Doctor receives a mysterious call for help packaged with a delivery from Kerb!am, the galaxy's largest retailer, she and her friends get to work in finding out the cause of the distress. However, is the human 10% of the workforce rebelling against the robots, or is there a much more complicated plot going on? She later finds out the system types all the slips, including the one she got. Why is the system needing help?

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Orphan 55

Synopsis

After Graham O'Brien wins Team TARDIS a free holiday at the high-end alien resort Tranquility Spa, it becomes clear that not everything is as it seems — why is the staff so worried about oxygen levels in the Spa when the planet appears to be hospitable to humans? What are the monsters stalking the corridors? And why does the planet on which they're all standing bear the ominous name of "Orphan 55"?

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Ascension of the Cybermen/The Timeless Children

Synopsis

In a galaxy still dealing with the aftermath of the deadly Cyber-Wars, the Thirteenth Doctor and her companions are separated both from each other and from the TARDIS. Banding together with the last dredges of humanity, they must all attempt to find Ko Sharmus and the Boundary before Ashad, or any other remaining Cyberman forces, can locate them. And who is Brendan, the abandoned baby?

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Revolution of the Daleks

Synopsis

As the Thirteenth Doctor marks her days in prison, back on Earth the Daleks are presented on national television. They are the new Defence Drones, designed to protect the British public.

Left behind on Earth, Yaz, Graham and Ryan need their friend more than ever. Now with Daleks on the assembly line, and a familiar face behind their production... What would the Doctor do?

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Once, Upon Time

Synopsis

Atropos has fallen, once again. The Doctor has thrown herself into a time storm in a desperate bid to save her friends. As Time itself comes apart, she finds much more than she bargained for.

All four are lost, together, in memories: past, present, future. So many roles they play. So many choices they have endured. And now, what happened once has come again.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Survivors of the Flux

Synopsis

For Yaz, Dan, and Jericho, life in the early 20th century is holding more adventure and danger than they could have ever imagined. For Bel, her mission to find her husband has taken a drastic wrong turn. For Vinder, the wrath of the Ravagers awaits. For the Grand Serpent, UNIT is his for the taking. And for the Doctor, nothing may ever be the same again...

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Vanquishers

Synopsis

Split across three realities, the Thirteenth Doctor has more than one problem to solve. The Division's base, way out in the Void, has been taken. Some unlikely allies have joined together, hoping to find victory in Earth's final hour. The Grand Serpent has been making plans, and the Doctor's oldest enemies hold the key to the Doctor's past, poised on handing her their final retribution.

Tunnels beneath the Earth lead to all kinds of places in space and time. As the final Flux event approaches, which door leads to victory? Last call before the end. It's time for contact.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

[samanthasvietnameselitblog]

Five Interesting Nonfiction Books

"The Tale of Kieu: A Bilingual Edition of Nguyen Du's Truyen Kieu" by Nguyen Du

Since its publication in the early nineteenth century, this long narrative poem has stood unchallenged as the supreme masterpiece of Vietnamese literature. Thông’s new and absorbingly readable translation (on pages facing the Vietnamese text) is illuminated by notes that give comparative passages from the Chinese novel on which the poem was based, details on Chinese allusions, and literal translations with background information explaining Vietnamese proverbs and folk sayings.(Amazon)

2. "Where the Ashes Are: The Odyssey of a Vietnamese Family" by Nguyen Qui Duc"

Nguyen, less one of his siblings, an older sister who suffers from mental illness, leaves Viet Nam as a refugee in 1975, while his parents stay behind for different reasons. His father, in particular, as a high ranking South Vietnamese governmental official, subsists in prison for many years. Nguyen’s re-writing of his father’s experiences are interesting in that it obviously would have taken an immense amount of interviewing and temporal reconstruction. Nguyen also relies upon poems that his father had written during his time in prison to help nuance the incredible challenges of his life as a prisoner; his constant movement, the endless monotonous days, and the persistent interrogation remind me much of Xiaoda Xiao’s work on life in prisons during and after China’s Cultural Revolution. His mother tries to remake her life in the post-war regime and maintains a steadfast hope that she will be reunited with her husband.(DVAN)

3. "The Mountains Sing" by Nguyen Phan Que Mai

It’s a sweeping multigenerational story of Tran Dieu Lan and her family’s life from the 1920s to the present. Tran’s family was originally from the North. During the communist land reforms, her family was forced to migrate to Hanoi.(The Bamboo Traveler)

4. "Eating Viet Nam: Dispatches from a Blue Plastic Table" by Graham Holliday

A journalist and blogger takes us on a colorful and spicy gastronomic tour through Viet Nam in this entertaining, offbeat travel memoir, with a foreword by Anthony Bourdain.

Growing up in a small town in northern England, Graham Holliday wasn’t keen on travel. But in his early twenties, a picture of Hanoi sparked a curiosity that propelled him halfway across the globe. Graham didn’t want to be a tourist in an alien land, though; he was determined to live it. An ordinary guy who liked trying interesting food, he moved to the capital city and embarked on a quest to find real Vietnamese food. In Eating Viet Nam, he chronicles his odyssey in this strange, enticing land infused with sublime smells and tastes.(Amazon)

5. "The Things They Carried" by Tim O'Brien

Lieutenant Jimmy Cross, of the Alpha Company, carries various reminders of his love for Martha, a girl from his college in New Jersey who has given no indication of returning his love. Cross carries her letters in his backpack and her good-luck pebble in his mouth. After a long day’s march, he unwraps her letters and imagines the prospect of her returning his love someday. Martha is an English major who writes letters that quote lines of poetry and never mention the war. Though the letters are signed “Love, Martha” Cross understands that this gesture should not give him false hope. He wonders, uncontrollably, about whether or not Martha is a virgin. He carries her photographs, including one of her playing volleyball, but closer to his heart still are his memories. They went on a single date, to see the movie Bonnie and Clyde. When Cross touched Martha’s knee during the final scene, Martha looked at him and made him pull his hand back. Now, in Vietnam, Cross wishes that he had carried her up the stairs, tied her to the bed, and touched her knee all night long. He is haunted by the cutting knowledge that his affection will most likely never be returned.(Sparknotes)

[11fflower11]

Imagine two episodes where every Modern Doctor Who companion appears and works together against a threat.

Rose Tyler

Martha Jones

Donna Noble

Amy and Rory Pond-Williams

Clara Oswald

Bill Pots and Nardole

Graham O'Brien, Ryan Sinclair, Yasmine Khan

And River Song

[adamwatchesmovies]

Krull (1983)

I can see why Krull has developed a cult status but unless you get stung by that magic bug, it’s just ok at best. Plenty of cool visuals don't make up for a story that's nothing special. If you’re seeing it (as I did) because you’ve heard that it’s a knock-off of Star Wars, it really isn’t.

On planet Krull, an ancient prophecy is about to come to pass. “A girl of ancient name shall become queen and she shall choose a kind. Together they shall rule their world, and their son shall rule the galaxy”. That’s when the “Beast” arrives. The hideous, shape-shifting, mind-reading, creature whose mountain-like spaceship contains a legion of stormtroopers. When the Beast attacks the wedding ceremony of Prince Colwyn (Ken Marshall) and Princess Lyssa (Lysette Anthony), it kidnaps the bride and leaves everyone else but her groom dead. It’s up to Colwyn to assemble an army, save his wife, and take down the invading force.

Let's address the Star Wars business first. Though sources on the web have drawn comparisons between Krull and George Lucas' universe (which is why I watched this back-to-back with Revenge of the Sith), the only similarities are superficial: the opening shot of the Beast’s mountain flying in space, and its armies of stormtroopers armed with laser guns. Not at all what I expected but that might be a good thing, right?

Krull takes a long time to get going. The heroes need to find the Beast’s fortress… which teleports to a different location every day. They visit wise man after wise man to find out where it’s going to show up next. It's all padding before the action. There are no grandiose battles where armies clash, no monsters in forbidden cavers for our hero to face, just a lot of climbing cliffs and talking to old people. The movie could have regained some points by having interesting characters, but you won’t find any. Colwyn is bland, so is the princess. The Beast wants to marry the woman for reasons that are never explained. Only two of the characters we meet along the way are memorable: the bumbling wizard Ergo (David Battley). There are a lot of wizards in this movie, but he stands out because he can’t get any spell right. He gets some nice character development when he kinda-sorta adopts a young boy Titch (Graham McGrath). These two are the most exciting humans you'll find on this twin-sunned, twin-mooned planet.

The picture's appeal resides entirely on ts visuals. This is a beautiful movie with many sweeping shots of the countryside, mountains, and cliffs. It’s got some pretty good special effects, including a stop-motion creature that couldn’t have been animated better if Ray Harryhausen and Willis O'Brien had done it themselves. The Beast’s lair also stands out. Halfway between something out of the mind of Salvador Dali and Jesper Myrfors’ Cosmic Horror it’s a maze of claws, teeth, gaping mouths, twitching eyes, and looks terrific.

Oh, I know what you’re thinking. “When is he going to mention The Glaive?” For those unfamiliar with the film, our hero must obtain a magical weapon to defeat the beast that frankly, is a whole lot cooler to imagine than it is to see on-screen. It’s a 5-pointed switchblade/boomerang. It doesn’t shoot beams like the movie cover might lead you to believe, so don’t get too excited.

If you want a Lord of the Rings knock-off varnished with a thin layer of Star Wars and you’ve got some friends in the right mood, Krull might be just the thing for you. I’m speaking theoretically. I didn’t find much enjoyment in the story but I did enjoy the visuals. Krull is ok. (On DVD, December 12, 2015)

[falloutmelody]

Now Or Never- Platonic! Graham O’Brien x Reader

(GIF IS NOT MINE, FULL CREDIT TO THE PERSON WHO MADE IT!)

WARNINGS: Mild peril and threat?? Occasional reference to death and the reader being afraid they’re gonna die, but nothing serious. This is meant to be set early on in the fam’s adventures when they’re still bonding and aren’t super used to the danger, so I pictured it happening in-between Arachnids in the UK and The Tsuranga Conundrum, but there’s no specific spoilers or references, so don’t worry! Also, not gonna lie, this was very much inspired by Graham and Yaz’s conversation from The Timeless Children, because that scene resonated with me emotionally, but again, no spoilers for that!

REQUESTED BY: @anahiranz​ Thank you so much for requesting again! And thank you for requesting for Graham! He’s been my favourite of Thirteen’s companions since The Woman Who Fell To Earth aired (no shade meant to Ryan and Yaz, because I love them a lot, but I just feel a strong connection with Graham), so I absolutely loved writing this! Feel free to request again if you would like to, you always give me such great and fun prompts! Hope you enjoy this and that it brings your image to life!

WORD COUNT: 2515! Once again, we’ve got a long one on our hands! What can I say, I just get carried away?

Anyways, requests are still 100% open if you wanna request something! Especially if it’s for Doctor Who (although, casual reminder that I currently only write for Thirteen, Sacha’s Master, Graham, Ryan and Yaz atm!). Send all requests to my ask, which you can find here!

Also, for the people who followed me for MCU stuff, I got a request for another one-shot for Natasha that I’m hoping will be up sometime next week!

So, regarding codes, Y/N as always means your name, L/N is your surname and Y/J/H means your job here (e.g. librarian, shop worker, etc. Feel free to just shove in a random job there if you don’t have one or hate your actual job!) And again, this was written from a gender neutral perspective, so anyone is welcome to read it!

The sound of your shoes on the bare concrete floor let out infrequent thuds as you raced down the hall, forcing yourself to glance back for the first time since this chase had begun. Yes, there he was. The big angry blue alien man with the frighteningly large gun that really hadn’t taken too well to you and your fellow companions prying into his affairs and asking why he was here. Ducking your head to the side as his weapon shot out another amber blast that got dangerously close to you, you decided to force yourself to up your pace. Well, you tried to anyway. At this point, you were forcing yourself to go so quickly that you were pretty sure you were mere moments from vomiting. But you couldn’t stop. If you stopped, he would catch you. And you stopping would likely result in your fellow companions stopping to help you, and then you’d all be screwed.

And then you spotted it.

A few inches ahead of you, there was a small open doorway into a dark room. The metal framing of the doorway seemed eerily similar to ones that you’d encountered a few times whilst you, the Doctor and your fellow companions had been exploring this complex, looking for the source of the distress signal the TARDIS had received earlier that day. Those doors had seals, right? That had been what the Doctor had said, right? The blonde tended to speak at a mile a minute at times, so it was a little hard to keep up with her.

Deciding that your instinct was worth at least a shot, you proceeded to quickly skid into the darkened room, taking a moment to call out a simple ‘in here!’ to your fellow companions. Whether they would follow you, you had no idea. You didn’t waste time waiting to see, almost immediately turning your attention to the small metal keypad beside the door, using the brief light from the outside hallway to see what you were doing. Your hands were shaking, in a manner almost akin to being outside on a cold day, but you tried not to let that distract you. You were frightened, of course you were, but you didn’t want to let your fear result in the demise of your friends or yourself.

Taking the sound of thudding feet and panting that soon filled the room to mean that your fellow companions had made it inside, you forced your shaking hands to input random numbers. That worked in movies, right? Jamming in random number combinations seemed to somehow always result in the desired outcome for action heroes.

And in what you could only describe as a miracle, your scrambling paid off, as the metal door suddenly slammed shut, and gave a soft chime, informing you that it had been sealed. You were safe. For now.

A few seconds passed before a soft click sounded in the room, and the light above your head illuminated and filled the room with soft amber light. Stepping back from the keypad, the sound of your heartbeat thundering in your chest being the only thing that you could hear, you finally took a moment to scan your surroundings. And then you realised something that caused your body to tense in concern.

There was only one other person in the room with you. Graham, who seemed just as breathless and tired of running as you were.

Oh god. Oh god.

Had you lost Ryan and Yaz? You could have sworn they’d been there when you’d all started running. Had something happened? You’d only really met all these people a few days back, but the mere idea of that guy in the hallway catching up with your new friends caused your stomach to drop. As Graham met your terrified gaze, it seemed to only take him a few moments to catch onto what was happening and what was running through your mind as his own expression shifted to one of concern. However, before he got a chance to speak the inevitable question, a series of loud, violent thuds sounded at the metal door. The thought crossed your mind for a moment that maybe it could have been your missing friends, but surely, they’d be calling out to you if it was them? No, no, there was no doubt about it. The alien that had been chasing you was now outside the door.

A mumbled but frantic series of swear words escaped your lips at that realisation, as you tried to will yourself to move. Time was of the essence. That alien could burst through the sealed door at any minute.

But you couldn’t.

Your whole form was virtually paralyzed with fear, terrifying thoughts of what could have happened to your friends racing through your mind as you did the only thing you could do in that moment- let out ragged, shaking breaths and try to prevent yourself from just giving up and crying.

You weren’t entirely sure how long you just stood there. Perhaps it was minutes. Perhaps it was seconds. But, finally, you were snapped out of your thoughts by Graham’s voice. “The Doc’s gonna come back and find us, right?” He questioned, causing you to turn your attention in his direction. Weakly, you gave a small nod.

“I hope so,” you mumbled quietly. The eccentric blonde had gone her own way shortly after you’d all arrived here, claiming that it’d be easier to find the source of the distress call if you split up, so god knows where she was.

Apparently, time and space travel involved following the tropes of an episode of Scooby-Doo, but hey, you were new at this, so you hadn’t complained. Now you wish you had.

Realising that you needed to at least try and act, to at least buy some time for either the Doctor to come find you or for you and Graham to come up with a plan to save yourself, you forced your legs to move. In a somewhat uncertain manner, you made your way over towards the sole thing in this room, a small shelving unit with two metal boxes on it. Apparently, you’d somehow managed to end up in some form of storage cupboard.

An alien storage cupboard. Okay.

“What are you looking for?” Graham’s tired voice asked as you began to try and rummage through the box that was closest to the floor. Try being the operative word there, with how much your hands were shaking.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” you admitted, wishing that your words sounded way more confident than they did. “I just… I don’t know, there has to be something here right? Something that could help us get out or lock the door more or something?” However, your hands seemed to have other ideas, as you seemed unable to get a firm grasp on anything in the box. Not that you recognised anything in this one, so honestly, what was the point?

“Y/N?” Graham’s soft tone once again brought you out of your thoughts, although you didn’t stop nervously rummaging through the box. “Just… Just take a minute, alright? That door’s gotta be pretty tough, he’s not just gonna barge through!”

“But Ryan and Yaz are still out there! We have to at least try and do something, that’s what the Doctor would do. We can’t just sit-“ And with that, your voice finally broke, causing you to fall to silence. You tried to stay composed, to keep it together, causing you to soon duck your head down to give yourself a minute. However, the world clearly seemed against you today, as another, much louder thud sounded at the door, shortly followed by a creak that seemed to be indicating that the door was giving way. This caused a noise that you could only describe as a genuine squeak of fear to escape your lips as your eyes momentarily shut. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.

“Y/N, Y/N, look at me,” Graham proceeded to quickly speak up once more. At least his tone indicated he was just as on edge as you. After taking a series of sharp inhales of breath, you slowly did as he asked, only realising as you looked at him that your vision was slightly blurred.

You felt as though you could be excused for tearing up at a moment like this. A few weeks ago, you’d been a simple Y/J/H in Sheffield, and now? Now you were in space, with a homicidal alien waiting outside to kill you and your new friend. How were you meant to react calmly to that? “Sorry,” you mumbled quietly, bringing your hands up to dry the water from the corner of your eyes. “Sorry, I… I just wanted to help.”

Graham gave a soft shake of his head, taking a quick moment to glance in the direction of the door as another loud thud echoed into the room, causing the shelving unit before you to physically shake. “Nah, don’t apologise. I get it. Never had this happen on the 3a bus on a Monday morning,” he responded in a light-hearted tone, his words causing a brief smile to momentarily pull at your lips. It was nice to just focus on something else besides your impending doom, even if it was only for a few seconds. “Yaz is a smart lass, I like to think she’s keeping Ryan safe. Just like you’re keeping me safe, huh?”

“Well, I’m trying. It’s easier said than done sometimes.” Graham softly chuckled at your response, lightly patting you on the shoulder as his gaze moved to look around the room. As his focus settled on something just behind the shelving unit, your expression scrunched up slightly in confusion, wondering what he’d spotted.

And then you spotted it.

There was a medium sized vent in the wall. That movie logic might just pay off once more.

Almost immediately, you and Graham got to work, pulling the shelving unit away from the wall. If you could somehow get through the vent, you could get away from here. Or at the very least, it could provide you a place to hide when the brute outside inevitably broke in.

Kneeling down to get a better look, you were surprised to realise that all you had to do was pull the vent cover off. The screws had already been pulled out. Had someone been here before you? The person who had sent out the distress call? Some poor person who had been here before this place had been abandoned? You weren’t quite sure, but you supposed the only way you would find out was by heading through. Wherever it led, it couldn’t be worse than here.

Discarding the metal cover to the ground, you brought your attention up to Graham. “You head through first, I wanna make sure you get out of here,” you quickly prompted him, soon moving out of the way so that the elder man could try and get inside the vent. He admittedly soon shot you a look of slight confusion, presumably being a little bit uncertain about the idea of just clambering through the vents to safety, but as another thud echoed into the room, he soon did as you prompted.

“You’d better follow me. Give me your word, Y/N,” Graham spoke as he tried to clamber inside as quickly as he could manage. You took a quick glance in the direction of the quickly caving in door, before looking back at him and nodding. Of course, you were going to follow. You just wanted to give him a few moments to make sure he was safely inside before following after him.

Graham seemed to accept this. “Right. God, my knees are gonna hate me for this,” the man remarked dryly, his voice slightly amplified by the metal vent. True to your word, you waited a few moments, before clambering inside, doing your best to replace the metal cover that you’d pulled off soon afterwards. Not that you reckoned it’d take the alien long to figure out where you’d gone. There were no other ways out of that room.

You crawled through the surprisingly spacious vents for only a few moments before you reached the end, ultimately ending up in what appeared to be an office room. Or at least you presumed that was what it used to be. The desks and chairs in this room were all upturned or broken. Graham helped you back onto your feet once you’d clambered out, with you both taking a quick moment to try and catch your breath.

“Guess now, the aim of the game is to try and find the others?” Graham asked, causing you to give a small nod. Hopefully, your friends had been just as lucky in getting away. As Graham went to lead the way out of the office, you proceeded to speak up once more.

“Graham?” Your words caused the man to turn back to face you, with you not wasting any time as you proceeded to lightly wrap your arms around him. “Thank you.”

You felt as though you didn’t need to elaborate any further on what you were thanking him for. Graham would understand. Yes, you knew that now probably wasn’t the right time for this, but you wanted to thank him for being there to reassure you when you needed it. Besides, after a near death experience, you felt as though you couldn’t really be judged for wanting a hug. You might not know this man super well yet, but he’d provided a source of comfort and reassurance for you several times over in the most dangerous of situations, something which you undeniably valued.

Hopefully, that friendship and the borderline surrogate parental role he’d started to provide in your life would only strengthen as you continued to travel together.

The former bus driver seemed a little bit taken aback at first by your sudden act of affection, having clearly not been expecting it, but after a few seconds, he returned the gesture, lightly holding onto you too. “No need to thank me, Y/N. Just trying to be helpful, you know?” Once again, a small smile formed on your expression at his words as you soon pulled away.

“Next time we stop off to get food, remind me that I owe you a cake or something,” you joked, before gesturing over to the door with a small head motion. “Now, you ready to run some more?” A soft somewhat tired exhale of breath escaped from Graham’s lips once more, with him clearly not being too thrilled at the idea of potentially having to run some more, before he gave a small nod.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

And with that, the two of you quickly made your way out of the room, having absolutely no idea where you were going.

But, after what had just happened and everything you’d been through on your travels with the Doctor, you liked to think that the team of Y/N L/N and Graham O’Brien could take on pretty much anything else this building might have in store.

AN: And I’m going to end it there! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! As mentioned above, my requests are still 100% open if you wanna send some stuff in! Hope you’re all having a good day, and I’ll see you all next time!

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Dylan O'Brien as Thomas 🔥

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Nice Voice

Thirteenth Doctor x reader

Request - 'thirteen x reader, reader gets drugged or smth and starts hallucinating. she sees that the doctor is a threat and tries to run but falls and ends up holding her legs to her chest.'

You felt as though you were gravitating more than usual towards the floor, the hands holding you up on either side struggling against the sheer force your body seemed to be holding against them. Your shoes scuffed against the ground, tripping you up upon entrance into the TARDIS. They were practically dragging you, and it was then it happened to dawn on you just how little control you'd gained over your limbs.

Yaz and Ryan, you assumed it was Yaz and Ryan. But your eyes were fluttering shut every other second and your legs had definitely buckled.

"Keep Y/N awake!"

Who the he- the Doctor. It's fine, it was only the Doctor. God, whatever you'd been given was strong, not that anyone had bothered to tell you the symptoms yet.

You were still being dragged through the console room when Yaz had started talking.

"Favourite colour, Y/N?"

Favourite colour? Well, you supposed if Yaz was curious, you could always indulge. "Don't remember." Oh. "Probably not important, I mean, all colours are great, aren't they?" You slurred, "What's your favourite colour? Nah, don't tell me, I can remember it."

"Doctor," Graham called out.

"I know, I know, just keep talking!"

The accent sounded familiar. Distinctly Yorkshire sounding, and you knew you could discern it from somewhere. But where specifically? Well, Yorkshire probably, though you didn't think you were there now. You supposed you could be. The bed you were being pushed onto as someone babbled in the background didn't have a location written onto it. Your train of thought, the train of thought you considered quite important, was interupted by the repetition of your name.

"'M just trying to sleep!" When did your voice sound so odd? Had it always been sort of jumbled? "Can you take this conversation somewhere el- "

"Everyone else out." There was that Yorkshire accent again. God, where did you know it from?

"Y/N, can you open your eyes for me?"

When had you closed them? You were asking yourself a lot of questions and, honestly, you were starting to irritate yourself. "Don't want to, it's..." You furrowed your brows. What were you saying?

You jolted up with a start, nearly flinching with the force with which you sat up. Your fingers were clutching short patches of grass, tickling your palms as you glanced up, hair blustering in the wind. Your vision seemed to only just be sinking in, or you were simply too disorientated, but either way, you weren't anywhere recognisable.

A vast expanse of land, the sky ever so slightly grey, the grass closer to blue than green. Could just be your eyes playing tricks on you again. Lovely.

You managed to push yourself up, almost falling straight back down again. You were undoubtedly dizzy, a soft thrumming in your temples only adding to the effect, and- and the landscape seemed to appear almost tilted.

An attention grabbing cough and you'd swivelled around your heel, barely balancing yourself in time.

The Doctor.

Of course it was the Doctor. There was no sigh of relief from you though, which felt strange.

She was standing a distance away, arms held behind her back, expression stoic, albeit holding one eyebrow raised. She was watching- no, she was glaring at you. You were undoubtedly confused, not making any move to step towards her.

"Doctor?"

You'd blinked and she was in front of your face, hand reaching out to clutch a fistfull of your shirt. "Listen to me very closely." Uncharacteristicly sharp.

"Wha- "

Her foot bashed against one of your shins, knocking you down onto your knees with a gasp. Her hand was still gripping your shirt, except now she was looking down at you like you were nothing.

She was going to kill you.

Fucking hell, where did that come from?

A knife was pressed up against your throat in the next moment, the slow trickle of blood warming your neck before everything shut off. No Doctor, no landscape, just a sort of falling sensation.

You jolted up with a start, almost falling off the bed with the force at which you sat up. You'd only realised how laboured your breaths were when someone was at your side. There was no name to face, and yet you had scrambled off the bed immediatly. "Y/N- "

"Don't bloody come near me," you managed, the pure fear radiating in pulsing adrenaline.

Your muscles were barely functional, legs still weighing you down. She was going to kill you. Her eyebrows furrowed as she rounded the bed, at least attempting to appear cautious.

You only backed up. "Don't tou- please don't."

"Hey, what's- "

"Shut up," you interjected, back hitting the wall. The dramatic way in which you slid down wasn't a concern at the time, especially in the way it seemed to ease to sickeningly dizzy thrumming in your head. "Shut up, shut up." Your knees went up to your chest, head in your arms. "Shut up."

God, you were terrified. Why were you terrified? Your hands were trembling, and you felt so warm. Your chest was constricting, your throat was course.

There was a hand on your shoulder then, and you were leaning into it, feeling your shoulders slump.

"Hey, hey, it's me, the Doctor."

"You've got a nice voice," came your muffled response.

She seemed to chuckle at that. "The way you're feeling right now? You were drugged. I can fix that, but I'm going to need you to just lift your head up. Can you do that for me?"

A small nod and you were you doing as she asked. It was a very nice Yorkshire accent. And her smile as you looked up, stunning. "Doctor?"

"There we go," she smiled, now comfortable enough to inch closer, "There are a few side effects of the antidote, sorry."

You let your legs drop down, head resting back against the wall. Thank fuck for that.

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The Non-Companion (The Master + OC) Chapter 9

Chapter 9 of The Non-Companion (Master List)

Pairing: The Master + OC

Word Count: 2177 words

Warning: Y’all might get whiplash from this chapter

“You okay?” Yaz asked a couple of days later after they had picked Jo up. She had decided to go on more adventures with them. “You’re really quiet,” Ryan nodded.

“Yeah, you have been for days now,” he said, and Jo looked at the Doctor, at the way her shoulders sagged despite the smile she put on for the fam.

“Five planets, barely said a word,” Graham agreed, but the Doctor waved them off.

“I’m fine,” the lie was painfully obvious in her voice.

“Why don’t you ever share anything with us?” Graham finally accused, and the Doctor’s eyes widened.

“I share stuff!” Jo kept silent, but she knew she’d have to have a talk with the Doctor later.

“Not about yourself though,” Graham argued, and Ryan nodded.

“You know everything about us,” he said.

“And we know nothing about you,” Yaz finished, and Jo held in her urge to say we finish each other’s -sandwiches!

“Fine,” the Doctor sighed, and Jo didn’t like how distant she was. Her eyes were completely blank, as opposed to how they were usually filled with ancient wonder. “What do you want to know?”

“Who are you, Doc?” Graham asked. “Really,” he added, and the Doctor took in a deep breath, her voice detached when she finally opened her mouth to answer his question.

“I was born on a planet called Gallifrey. In the constellation of Kasterborous. I'm a Time Lord. I can regenerate my body. I stole this TARDIS and ran away. I've been travelling ever since,” she rattled off with almost clinical detachment, and Jo flinched. “The Master was one of my oldest friends,” sadness flashed in her eyes for a moment. “We went very different ways…” she trailed off, looking down for a moment to collect herself before looking back up at the fam. “Questions?”

“Loads,” Graham scoffed, and Yaz grinned.

“Can we visit it? Your home?” she asked, and Jo flinched once more, remembering what she had heard the Master say.

“I'm not sure how to describe what I found. Pulverised? Burned? Nuked? All of the aboveI'm not sure how to describe what I found. Pulverised? Burned? Nuked? All of the above,” he had said. “Someone destroyed it. Our home. Razed to the ground. Everyone killed. Everything burned,”

The Doctor hadn’t wanted to believe the Master, but Jo didn’t think he would lie about that. Or at least, it didn’t feel like that was a lie.

“Another time,” the Doctor sighed, and Jo almost wanted to cry for her old friend.

After the Doctor had dropped the fam home, Jo decided it was time for their talk.

“Doctor?” she asked, her voice shaky despite her best efforts to remain calm. The Doctor looked up at her, and this time her cold mask was gone, and Jo could see how truly devastated she was. “What happened to Gallifrey?” she asked, and the Doctor took in a shuddering breath.

“He destroyed it,” she muttered, sitting down on the steps to the console, and Jo lowered herself down to sit next to her.

“The Master?” the Doctor nodded numbly, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small circular device. It had Gallifreyan markings on it, but Jo couldn’t quite figure them out. Her language lessons were going very slowly there. In the center, there was a blinking light, and Jo’s thumb hovered over it for a moment. She looked to the Doctor, who nodded. Jo pressed the button and a hologram appeared in front of them. It was the Master, appearing much more tattered than he had before. He looked distraught, and his voice was filled with sadness when he spoke.

“Geo-activated. If you're seeing this, you've been to Gallifrey,” he spoke, and paused to take in a deep breath. “When I said someone did that, obviously I meant I did. I had to make them pay, Doctor. For what I discovered,” he took in a shuddering breath, and Jo was surprised to see his shoulders shaking, as if he was crying. Or perhaps holding in tears that had yet to fall. “They lied to us. The founding fathers of Gallifrey. Everything we were told was a lie. We are not who we think. You or I. The whole existence of our species. Built on the lie of the timeless child,” the Doctor flinched, and the hologram blinked off. Jo’s eyes were wide as she tried to take in this information.

“The timeless child,” she repeated, looking at the Doctor. “What is that?” the Doctor’s shoulders shrugged.

“I don’t know,” her voice sounded so broken, and Jo realized that in this moment, she didn’t need to figure out the riddle the Master had given them. She needed to heal. Gently, Jo wrapped her arm around her friend’s shoulders, and pulled her into her. “Jo-” the Doctor’s voice began to break, and Jo shifted so that her head was laying on her chest, and she wrapped both arms around the Doctor’s form. One hand went to stroke through her hair, and Jo shushed her softly.

“Shh, it’s alright,” she murmured, and the Doctor dissolved into sobs, reliving the pain of her planet being destroyed for the second time. “I’ve got you,” Jo felt her skin getting wet with the Doctor’s tears, and she just continued to stroke a hand through her hair, the other hand rubbing reassuring circles on her back. “We’ll get through this,”

The Doctor dropped Jo home the next day, having not wanted to be alone the night before, which Jo understood. Jo went to the small kitchenette in her apartment to make some tea, and let out a sigh as the wheezing of the TARDIS announced the Doctor’s departure.

“Hello, luv,” not even half a second passed before Jo had whipped around and her fist collided with the Master’s face. He stumbled back with an ‘oof’. “I deserved that,” he admitted, and Jo pulled a knife out of a compartment in her jacket. The Master raised his eyebrows. “How many knives do you have?” he muttered, and Jo shrugged a shoulder.

“Enough to be a threat,” she shot back, and he smirked, reaching into his coat pocket slowly. Jo tensed, preparing to dash forward if he pulled out his TCE, but instead he pulled out a familiar knife. “Is that… mine?” she asked, tilting her head in confusion, and the Master nodded, flipping the knife so he was holding the blade and the handle was facing her.

“Figured it’d be polite to return it,” he muttered, and Jo cautiously took it out of his hands, shoving it in its rightful place in her boot.

“I threw it into your hand,” she said with raised eyebrows, and the Master shrugged.

“I don’t blame you,” he countered. “It was impressive, actually,” he smirked. “How much pain were you in, when you threw it?” he asked, a mix of fascination and genuine curiosity on his face, and Jo shrugged.

“You want a scientific measurement?” she deadpanned, and he chuckled.

“I knew I liked you for a reason!” he said with a smirk, and Jo rolled her eyes.

“You don’t like anyone,” the Master tilted his head, humming.

“You’re right,” he admitted, still grinning at her. He pointed at a stool that was at her kitchen counter. “May I?” Jo nodded, and he sank heavily onto the stool, leaning his forearms on the counter.

“Tea?” she asked, and the Master smirked.

“Yeah, thanks,” he nodded, and Jo turned her stove on before turning to one of her cabinets and rooting through it for the blend she wanted. She kept a cautious eye on the Master, though.

“So why are you here?” she asked, and the Master shrugged.

“Wanted to return that lovely knife,” he said, eyes scanning her up and down as if searching for more hiding places where she kept her knives. He wouldn’t find them, Jo had done a good job of concealing her weapons. “Past that, no clue,” he shrugged, and Jo raised her eyebrows at him.

“So you’re just… here,” she said, and he nodded. “With no ulterior motive,” he nodded once more, and Jo scoffed. “Forgive me if I don’t entirely believe that,” she said, pulling out her steeper and scooping some tea leaves into it. The Master chuckled.

“I don’t blame you,” he admitted. “Though, if I’m being honest, the anomaly that is Jo Hartford is… fascinating,” he bit his lip as he observed her, and Jo rolled his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure the judoon still have records of everything they got when they ‘tested’ me,” Jo held up finger quotes around the word tested and the Master hummed in confusion. Jo looked up at him, waiting for him to connect the dots, but he just continued to stare at her, his face pinched in an adorably confused expression. “They held me against my will for two months trying to figure out what the fuck I was,” she said bluntly, and the Master’s eyes widened.

“That’s awful,” he muttered, and Jo couldn’t tell if his sympathetic tone was genuine or manufactured. “Had to escape from them a couple times, myself, never fun,” he grimaced, and Jo nodded. The kettle screeched, and Jo took it off the stove and poured it into the steeper. There were a couple moments of silence, though it wasn’t entirely awkward, in which they waited for the tea to steep.

When it had, Jo handed the Master a cup of tea, before pouring one for herself.

“So…” she started, and the Master grunted in question, glancing up at her from his teacup. “What happens now?” he grinned.

“No idea,” he said, and Jo’s brows furrowed.

“You don’t have a plan?” she asked, incredulous, and the Master shrugged.

“Of course I have a plan,” he scoffed. “I thought you meant right now,” she had, but he didn’t need to know that. “I heard humans like movies,” he shrugged, and Jo’s jaw dropped, gaping at him.

“Are you… asking me on a date?” she muttered, confused beyond belief, and the Master scoffed, shaking his head. 

“Nothing as mundane as that,” he defended, before tilting his head. “But… yes,” Jo let out a tiny gasp, her confusion not ebbing at all as she stared at the Master.

“Um… what?” she asked dumbly, and the Master rolled his eyes.

“I thought this was what happened when you were interested in someone,” he said, and Jo nodded.

“It is, when you’re interested romantically,” she said. “Not as a science experiment,” the Master just stared blankly at her, and Jo sighed, rolling her eyes. “Jesus christ,” she muttered, before stepping closer to him. “Alright, what’ve you got?” the Master’s eyes widened minutely, and he stood, staring down at her in confusion.

“What?” it was his turn to look stupid, mouth gaping open like a fish.

“For movies, dumbass,” Jo sighed, and the Master grinned, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards a ‘closet’ door.

“Come see!” he said excitedly, dragging her through the door and into his TARDIS, which was surprisingly still decorated like O’s cabin. He dragged her further in, leading her to a screening room and gesturing to the remote. “Anything you’d like,” he said, and Jo pondered for a minute, before smirking at him. She collapsed on the immensely comfy sofa and picked up the remote, beginning to type in the name of her movie.

“Alright, come sit down,” she said, and the Master looked lost for a moment before he sat down next to her, stiff as a board. “Oh my god, relax, dude,” she muttered, continuing to type, and the Master leaned back. Jo glanced over at him, and giggled at how ridiculous he looked. He was insanely tense, and in a purple plaid suit with a velvet overcoat. She rolled her eyes, setting down the remote. “You’re impossible," she muttered, standing and starting to leave the room. The Master shot up and trailed after her, though surprisingly he did nothing to stop her.

“What’re you doing?” he asked, and Jo giggled.

“I’m putting on some comfy clothes,” she explained, stopping at the TARDIS door. “I’d suggest you do the same. Be right back!” she called, exiting the TARDIS. The Master stared at the TARDIS door for a moment, as if he was unsure if all that had really just happened. After a moment of standing there like an idiot, he raced to the TARDIS’ wardrobe and changed into some plaid sweats and a t shirt, before running back up to the console room. True to her word, a couple minutes later Jo came back in wearing a hoodie and some leggings. She was also carrying a heap of soft blankets in her arms.

“You’re gonna have to lead me,” she muttered from behind the mountain of blankets, and the Master chuckled, going behind her and grasping her shoulders with surprising gentleness. He was able to see over the mountain of blankets, so he led her to the screening room and divested her of them, dumping them on the sofa.

“Now what?” he asked, and Jo shrugged.

“Have you ever made a pillow fort?” she asked.

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AU where the old lady Clara helps in Witch Hunt is actually Willa’s gran from The Witchfinders and Miss Chief throws Ryan and Yaz with 12 for the Time-Space Scavanger Hunt.

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Graham grimaces sitting down on the sofa, his arm in a sling: Catch me being the only idiot in a pandemic falling down his own front step. What a melon I am.

Ryan, more than a little worried fills a bowl full of warm water and brings it over with some soap: Accidents happen grandad, I’ve told you that the glasses look good just wear them. Now let me wash your hands.

Graham huffs: There’s no need for any fuss they patched me up fine look even got a blue cast like the Tardis the Doc is going to be well chuffed. *he relents when Ryan stares a bit harder*

Ryan carefully balances the bowl on Graham’s knees dipping his injured hand into the water before applying some antibacterial soap and lathering it in: 20 seconds right? What’s 20 seconds long I’m crap at singing. *he dips the other hand lathering that as well*

Graham chuckles smiling at his grandson, beaming with pride wishing Grace could see him now: How about 🎵 Ryan oh Ryan why aren’t you a West Ham fan, Sheffield are wasted on a young fan like you - Ryan oh Ryan!🎵

Ryan rolls his eyes rinsing Graham’s hands: You’re about as funny as your cast old man. Do you want a cuppa, could probably find an old beaker from when I was a kid.

Graham launches a cushion at him with his good arm: You’re getting so cheeky Captain Jack was right!

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