#missing thasmin hours

[dandelionsandviolets]

it’s crazy to think that a year ago today we were robbed of a thasmin kiss

[karotka]

“I'm probably worried for you, if you're hearing this. And I'm sure I miss you.”

[timetravelbypen]

Murder at the Crossing

Chapters: 1/38 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan Characters: Thirteenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Yasmin Khan, Dan Lewis (Doctor Who), Ryan Sinclair, Graham O'Brien, The Master (Dhawan), lots and lots of companion cameos Additional Tags: rated M for murder (mostly), mystery au, cozy mystery, 1920s AU, Human AU, constable!yaz, botanist!13, murder happens on the page but is not described in too much graphic detail, Slow Burn, Really really slow burn, Colleagues to Lovers, various WWI-related traumas Summary:

The town of Little Ashmere, about an hour's walk outside of Sheffield, is a quiet place. It's orderly, and friendly, and they've had nothing terribly exciting happen there since Armistice Day.

Until a stranger is found murdered on the outskirts of town, and Constable Yasmin Khan might be the only one capable of solving the crime. Especially if she is able to convince the secretive Doctor Emily Smith to open up about her past enough to help her.

New fic time!! Thasmin meets the vibes of Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, and I hope you all enjoy!! Thanks SO MUCH of course to @rosenkranz-does-things for the incredible cover art that fits this story so perfectly.

[evenstar0600]

greetings name twin! loved your Tom riddle fic. it was super good :) could I humbly request some headcanons for how different doctor who characters would react to you cupping their face??? thank you :)))))

hello, my lovely. and fellow Jace. thank you for your kind words!

PLOT: the request

PAIRING: various!doctor who characters x gender neutral!reader

WARNINGS: biting, the master (they are a warning by themself), mentions of the time war, angst, fluff etc

AUTHOR'S NOTES: reader is female in bill's part and is half time-lord btw. and reader is female in yaz's part.

THE NINTH DOCTOR

mans is shocked

like 100% will freeze and just awkwardly stand there

he'll eventually melt into your touch

since the time war, he's closed off his emotions

upon cupping his face, he'll become emotionally vulnerable around you

ngl, he'd probably say 'fantastic!' or something like that.

THE TENTH DOCTOR

bless this sweet baby's hearts

since he's the polar opposite of his previous incarnation, he'll be all for it

i can picture him blushing and smiling (like in the gif)

you'd have him twirling his hair and kicking his feet

100% would give you forehead kisses and cuddles

would be a bit confused as he's got a thing with rose but y'know, for the sake of fanfic they're not together

THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR

baby. baby boy.

he'd be all smiles and shit like that

he loves you to the edge of the universe and back

in turn, he'd cup both your cheeks too

100% would catch feelings for you after this

deffo would snog you

amy ships it

river, who knows what happens in the future, just smiles contentedly and knowingly

THE TWELFTH DOCTOR

"what the hell are you doing?"

i can picture him saying that

like nine, he'd be frozen solid

for at least a minute or two

he melts into your touch

he comes off as a grumpy old man but he yearns for affection

he'll even kiss your palm softly and brush his nose against your thumb

like with clara in face the raven, he'd retract your hand and softly kiss it

THE THIRTEENTH DOCTOR

she's gonna say shit like "brilliant".

also, since she's fruity asf she'll blush

much like her previous incarnations, she'll blush

and smile

this bby is made of sunshine and rainbows

i love her sm

might pull a chris chibbers and not kiss you (# we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

SIMM!MASTER

would bite your hand

like 10000000% would bite your hand

depends on his mood

he'll either nip your hand or maybe its a full-on chomp

we've seen him in "the end of time", he ate two whole ass people that episode

he's either biting you or straight-up killing you.

there is no middle ground

MISSY/GOMEZ!MASTER

it depends which part of capaldi's era

if it's in series 9, then she'll do to you what she did to osgood.

dead

deadeth

unaliven't

if its in series 10, she'll freeze.

she might cry

will need cheering up

so cuddles

she might shrug you off but then a couple hours later, she might cuddle with you.

either way, its death or cuddles.

your choice

DHAWAN!MASTER

crazy ass fucker

like simm, he gives bitey vibes

instead of having half a mind to eat you or some shit, he'll nip your hand

or he'd scoff at your and push you away

third case scenario, if he's feeling vulnerable, he'll demand a hug

and god, if anyone hears about it, they're dead

canon, i'm his eyebrow

ROSE TYLER

she's so pretty <33333

given the era she's from, she'd probs say "i'm not gay"

for the sake of fanfic, i reckon she'd smile and give you a hug

i can imagine her giving really good hugs

will take you out for chips after

MARTHA JONES

she's stunning <33333

would be a bit awkward given her crush on the doctor

for the sake of the fic, she doesn't fancy the doctor

she might cry

but its happy tears

melts into your touch

would probably develop feelings for you

DONNA NOBLE

"wot"

^what she's realistically say

given that her ex-fiancee tried to kill her or something, she's a bit wary

would probably say something like "you wot mate?" or "not my type, sunshine" idk

the doctor is probably standing in the background like "miss girl what is going on here"

wilf might smile or something. (love wilf sm)

RORY WILLIAMS

would be so awkward it's cute

he's so sexy in the roman uniform

given he's married to amy, he'd be like "no thanks"

or he'd say like "i'm flattered but i'm happily- moderately- i'm married"

(again for the sake of fanfic, he and amy aren't together)

he'd 100% blush

river is, once again, smiling the background

RIVER SONG

she knows all

when you first met the infamous river song, she told you that both of you were, quote on quote, "close" in the future

after the ordeal with the weeping angels, you were terrified.

she comforts you and you cup her cheek

she smiles, knowing that this is the start of something brilliant

would maybe cry a little but would kiss your forehead

years down the line, you'd both reflect on how that was the starting point of your marriage

AMY POND

100% would flirt with you

like i'm not even kidding

rory would be like "wtf" in the background"

theres an episode where she started flirting with herself so i'm not even suprised

maybe, just maybe, would give you a smooch

CLARA OSWALD

your impossible girl

would be a tad shocked but would smile

bisexual queen

kisses your hand

then kisses you

no middle ground

melts into your touch 100%

BILL POTTS

bill is a sweetheart and one of my favourite companions

if you cupped her face after a stressful adventure, she'd pause

time would literally stop for her

she'd smile

since loosing heather to the sentient oil, love had been off her mind

then she met you: the doctor's great-granddaughter, the daughter of susan foreman.

might, just might, end up in a kiss.

the doctor smiles, missy deffo takes a picture and nardole cheers.

YASMIN "YAZ" KHAN

yaz is SO pretty and you can't tell me otherwise

sapphic queen

if you cupped her cheek, she'd hesitate before metling into your touch

her face would heat up and her heart would beat at a million beats a minute

might develop budding feelings for you

sapphic queen (#we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

[elliesgaymachete]

missing thasmin hours all of a sudden perhaps i shall read fanfic or maybe finish writing one of those incomplete fics I started

[neptunefairytales]

Thasmin Watching P.2 (DW Magazine stuff)

I’m posting the second part of the “Thasmin Watching” from the DWM (the third and last part will follow shortly)

“This episode very pointedly puts the kibosh on any previous hints of flirtation between Yaz and Ryan, with Ryan asking Yaz to set him up with her sister. “I could be your brother-in-law”, he says. “I’d be a good brother-in-law”.”

“When the Doctor tells her friends that she comes from a planet called Gallifrey, it’s Yaz who immediatly ask for a trip to see the Doctor’s home.”

“Having lost her beloved Benni forever, Vilms sacrificed herself so that Yaz can live. Is this because she knows love when she sees it?”

Aww my heart...

“Yasmin’s relief when the Doctor appears on the Skithra ship. Later, Yasmin shows her loyalty to the Doctor by going along with he assurances to Tesla that he has a great future ahead of him.”

“When all the fam are watching the Doctor at the console, Yaz is the one who knows just how long they’ve been watching her for.”

“Oh dear, the patnership splits upin this episode -the Doctor is a  sucker for a scientist, and so simpatico with Suki (until she turns out to be the baddie). Meanwhile, Yaz heads off with Gabriela, telling the Doctor to come back for her in a hour.”

“Not a lot to watch this time, but Yaz’s frustation with the Doctor’s inaccurate piloting at the beginning has a define ‘old married couple’ vibe.”

PLEASE

“Miss Clairmont discusses her frustrations over Byron’s ambiguous feelings towards her, saying, “His answers only increase the enigmz.” Yaz replies, “I know someone like that”. Claire asks if Yaz would trade her enigmatic person for someone reliable and dull, to which she can only respond, “My person’s a bit different”.

““We”re not just gonna leave you,” Yaz says ti the Doctor - but they’re forced to do so. Later, this gives us a chance to see how Yaz has developed her ‘What would the Doctor do?’ philosophy: “We’re gonna keep all of you safe. We’re gonna find the Doctor. And we’re gonna take them Cybermen down”.”

Yaz leads the others in their attemps to rescue the Doctor. Later, she tries to stop the Doctor leaving to detonate the Death Particule, both ot them tearful at the parting.”

Captain Jack’s heart-to-heart with Yaz about the joy and pain of travelling with the Doctor is delivered with the wistful sadness of someone who’s been there too.”

That’s it for today! I’ll try to post the last tomorrow ;) Please don’t repost my pics, and don’t forget to reblog, it’s what keeps fandoms alive. ^^

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Don’t Let Her Pass You By

Taking a break from finishing my Rhaenicent fic to write this missing scene, as I wanted an interaction between Yaz and Ace before the Doctor woke up.

Rated: G Relationships: Thasmin-focused, Ace & Seven’s platonic bond touched upon, and Yaz chats with another queer companion (screw you, Chibnall). Lots of pining, might do a follow up where something actually happens, I just felt a need to write this conversation first.

“It don’t look much like Sydney to me!” Tegan huffs after opening the doors.

Yaz squints at the controls; “No, I’m certain I got it right, we should be right in the centre of-.”

“Croyden.” Kate confirms.

Ah. Right. She must have been a few inches off with the location dial. 

“Close enough?” She says, sheepishly, feeling the glaring eyes of the former air hostess on her.

Tegan shakes her head; “I can tell exactly who taught you to fly this thing. It’s quicker getting a fourteen hour flight home than it is hoping the TARDIS will get you where you wanna go.”

“Lay off, will ya. It’s better than any of us could have done.” Ace, at least, jumps to her defense.

Thank you, Yaz says with her eyes alone and a sly smile. It’s not easy having to aim for one little dot in the Universe at the right time. She indulged herself in a moment of pride; she hadn’t managed to materialize them on one of Saturn’s rings or the edge of a black hole. And the year was right, they hardly needed to arrive at the same time the Luftwaffe happened to be flying overhead, not with everything they’d just been through.

She glances over to where the Doctor lays, far too silent for her, even in sleep. Yaz had seen...had shared too many moments watching her friend slumber to know how regular she snored, what she was likely to mumble, nonsense about fish fingers and custard or looking for the daisiest daisy. Yaz loved to watch, loved to lay beside her in those rare moments of intimacy where the Doctor beckoned her close for company, in the small hours between adventures. She could listen to that bizarre alien babbling for hours until sleep finally took her as well.

The Doctor hasn’t let out so much as a murmur since she fell unconscious, surrounded by her ‘extended fam’, as she’d called them.

The same fam who were now making their departures. Kate Stewart is the first to depart, giving a respectul nod - a soldier’s nod - to both Yaz and the sleeping Time Lord. Graham and Tegan linger for a moment, pulled back with concern heavy on their faces, before Yaz assures them that the Doctor will be fine. And that she’ll stay with her...Come what may.

“Coming, Ace?” Tegan asks the woman in the crazy jacket with the bat.

Ace looks from the Doctor to Yaz, then to her Aussie friend; “Gimmie ten minutes?”

The others nod and leave, after another goodbye hug between Graham and Yaz, along with a request to send her love along to Ryan, and a kick up the arse for not being here. Kate has one more glance of bewilderment around the TARDIS before she makes her way through the doors.

Yaz watches as Ace goes to sit beside the Doctor’s head, the brovado having seemed to soften. Regret? Grief? She wants to ask, she wants to know what it was that this woman and the Doctor...Her Doctor had...And why it ended. Why it had to end. But that’s not her business, no more than what she has with her Doctor is with anyone elses...

We used to be you.

Tegan had been so angry. Would Yaz be the same, when it was time for her to leave? Would she not see the Doctor again until she was decades older and she...or he or they...were with someone new? Someone who took Yaz’s place in her hearts?

“I think that blast did more than knock you on your backside this time, Professor.” Ace whispers.

Yaz agrees, though she doesn’t say as much. This time? 

“Why d’you call her ‘Professor’?” Damn it, Yaz, she immediately chastises herself for prying.

But Ace just smirks; “Because he told me not to.”

Yaz laughs. Fair enough; that was all she needed to let her know what kind of bond those two had. 

“You’re well lucky. You got the prettiest Doctor. You know it too, don’t ya.” Ace gives her a wink; “I mean, not that I’ve seen a lot of the others, but just compared to mine. Feels so weird looking at them now...Do you think she’ll go back to being a bloke?”

The shy giddiness that had begun to swell inside of her at Ace seeming to notice what the others probably hadn’t is suddenly beaten down with that final question. Heat rises in her neck, fingers clench against the console.

“No. Not yet, anyway, she’s not gonna change...”

“Yaz. C’mon-.” Ace tilts her head, as if she’s talking to a small kid. It only makes things worse. Yaz is tempted to hit the controls and transport them to that black hole just to shut her up.

“I’ve seen her live through worse, all right!” She protests, blinking back the salt water; “We’ve both been through worse and...If she’s sick or hurt then I’ll take her some place, or maybe Kate has people at UNIT who can...”

Without having heard her cross the room, Ace touches her arm.

“Cor, you really love her, don’t you?” She says, “I mean I could see you fancied the pants off each other but...”

Yaz sniffs, “We’re not...It’s complicated.”

“With the Doctor, I wouldn’t expect anything less.” 

A tinkling noise echoes from the centre of the console, as if the TARDIS were chuckling along with the conversation. Yaz thinks of all the times she’d heard the Doctor call her ship by pet names, ‘dear’ and ‘sweetheart’, as if it were as much a love interest than Yaz could ever be. 

“Have you told her? How you really feel?” Ace asks.

Yaz thinks back to their moment on the beach. Everything and nothing being confessed, then swept away with the thrashing waves.

“We’ve...talked...Nothing really came off it. She doesn’t really do feelings, not my Doctor anyway.”

“Mine could be crap like that too. Great at manipulating them when he needed though...” Ace folds her arms, leaning against the console. She frowns at the Doctor for a moment before continuing; “I got so angry with him. I said...horrible, horrible things before I left...And all the time I just kept wishing he would beg me to stay. That he would do more than just apologise and explain himself, make it seem like it was all for the ‘greater good’...I wanted him to care how much I was hurt...And maybe he was but I knew he’d still be the same old Doctor and what I wanted was...I dunno, a dad. A best friend. Cool teacher. Weird uncle. Just...the family I never had, that I could trust. Then I realised it was just him. The Doctor is the Doctor and...I missed him so much, Yaz...”

She doesn’t know what to say as the older woman lays her heart out in the open. Could she say that she knows the Doctor missed her too? She would like to hope that was true, but then it’s not like she had ever heard the Doctor speak of others who had travelled with her before her, Ryan and Graham. Not more than just passing references to how dangerous travelling with her could be.

“I know why he didn’t ask me to stay...He wanted me to go my own way. It was my time. I guess they’ve been through enough of us to know when it’s time for it to end...But I still remember the look on his face. He never cried, my Doctor, but...I could see his hearts breaking. And I hated myself for leaving it like that.” Ace confesses; “...Whatever still needs to be said...or more...between the two of you...I think you’d best do it soon. Don’t do the whole thirty years of being a moody cow like I did.”

“Oh c’mon, from what I’ve heard, you’re like the CEO of this amazing charity that’s saved homeless kids around the world! I’d call that doing more than just being a moody cow.” Yaz can at least give her that, she’d heard of A Charitable Earth even as a teenager. She hadn’t expected its founder to be...well, a walking 80s time capsule.

The other woman shrugs; “Yeah...m’pretty cool after all. And I’ve got my own life, my own adventures, gorgeous girlfriend of my own...See? There is life beyond the Doctor.”

“I know...But I want my life with her. I want it to be forever.”

It hits her then. The truth of it, as she looks over at where the Doctor remains still, head on the pillow Yaz had grabbed from her own room. What will happen to her bedroom in the TARDIS after she’s gone? Does the Doctor keep them all locked away, sealed up as sacred shrines? Or do they get recycled and reused for the next one? Is it worth leaving anything here as a memento? The crushing sadness comes down in force again as she finds she’s already preparing herself, mentally, to leave. To leave her...

Ace’s fingers wrap around her wrist, giving a comforting squeeze.

“I’ve been there, love. Part of me would still go away with her in a heartbeat if she asked...And I dunno, maybe I’m talking complete tosh, and maybe she’ll be fine and...You and her can have another hundred years of travelling together...But you know it will happen, eventually. If you don’t leave first then she’ll...��

“Change.” She can’t say ‘die’. She won’t.

Ace takes a breath; “I remember the day word got to me...about a police box turning up in the middle of New York...and a man in strange clothes being shot down in the middle of some random gang war...I thought ‘nah, that couldn’t be him. Not my professor, he’d be prepared for something like that’...But he hadn’t. Stupid git. Then I had something else to be angry for...’Cause I would’ve protected him...”

“You’d have taken on a bunch of armed street kids...with a bat?”

“I’ve taken on Daleks with this thing, I could easily beat down a few jumped up yobs.” She brags with a grin; “I know I’d have saved him...Just like you saved yours...That felt good to watch...I’m glad she’s got you, Yaz. For however long that is.”

As long as can be. Until the stars burn out and time falls apart at the seams. She’ll live in the delusion that such a thing could be possible, until the Doctor wakes. If she wakes. Perhaps Yaz will remain here for years, keeping watch over Sleeping Beauty, only with a far more dull and depressing end to this fairy tale. 

Ace squeezes her hand again before pulling away.

“I better go join the others before Tegan starts shouting for me. Mouth on legs, that one.” She walks over to the Doctor and kneels beside her.

Yaz watches, silently, as Ace runs her hand over the Doctor’s hair, smiling at her.

“Better not be another thirty years before I see you again...Pretty sod.” Her voice cracks. She places a kiss on the Doctor’s forehead, quick and soft, a surprising show of tenderness.

Ace stands, looks back to Yaz.

“You come find me if you need me.” She nods; “Laters.”

Yaz smiles, her stomach clenching; “Laters...And thanks...”

The older woman walks with the swagger of a headstrong teenager as she takes her bat and her heavy rucksack, and walks out through the doors, leaving Yaz alone with her Doctor. 

Just the two of them again, as it had been in that brief period between leaving Graham and Ryan and meeting Dan. The two of them and the whole Universe laid at their feet. It had felt like they had explored a trillion galaxies and yet barely moved from where they had dematerialised. She knew she was a different person to the fresh young cop the Doctor had almost landed on in that train all those years ago (for starters, she wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a police badge again). But she felt as though she had only just began to sprout into who she truly was.

The Doctor had been her source of her light, her oxygen, her water and nourishment for all this time. Just the thought of growing on, without her, made her want to fall to her knees. 

A tiny moan, weak as a hurt kitten, is what strengthens her.

“Y’...az...”

Yaz rushes to the Doctor’s side as she finally makes some noise, twitching and frowning. Eyes still clenched shut.

“I’m here. I’m here.” She cradles her hand in both of hers, clutching it to her chest; “Doctor, I’m here...You’re safe...We’re all safe, in the TARDIS...We’re home...”

Earth or the ship, it didn’t matter. They were together.

The distress on the Doctor’s face doesn’t fade away. But her fingers hold on tight to Yaz’s.

“F-face...Face is wet...” She murmurs, and it’s then that Yaz notices a droplet of water left on her cheek. Is it a tear of her own, or Ace’s? 

The Doctor turns her head; “...D-don’t cry...While there’s life, there’s...Pockets. Gotta have p-pockets.”

A choked up giggle leaves Yaz, and she hugs the Doctor’s hand to her. 

“Sure, Doctor. Whatever you say.” Daft, mad, brilliant Doctor.

Mixed emotions twitch on the Time Lord’s face, mind trapped in a fevered haze as her body tried to recover from that catastrophic blast. There were no visible wounds, nothing external, nothing that could be fixed by human hands...It’s whatever was going on beneath the surface terrified Yaz.

She remembers the weight of her in her arms as she’d carried her off that imploding base, how the centuries-year-old being had still clung to her, a simple human woman from Sheffield, as if everything depended on her. The person who, most of the time, shone magnificently, like the brightest star in the galaxy that the Doctor had taken her to see go supernova for her birthday.

The Doctor had clung to her the same way she reaches out for her now, afraid and hurt, seeming so small now the monsters have been defeated.

“Please...Please don’t go yet...Not yet, Yaz...My Yaz...” The Doctor whimpers, trembling slightly.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Yaz promises, reaching to stroke her hair, “Just sleep...I’ve got you.”

If Ace was certain she could defend her Doctor against a barrage of bullets with a bat, then she could promise to punch out the Master and anyone else who dared threaten them again.

The Doctor leans into her touch, lips curving into the smallest of serene smiles, before she drifts back off, silent and still once more. Yaz looks at her forehead, thinking of where Ace had kissed her. A kiss goodbye.

Whatever still needs to be said...or more...between the two of you.

She decides then, she won’t do twenty or more years of regret. Whatever happens, whatever comes next, as soon as the Doctor wakes...

No more running.

[cosmicallyavg]

it's missing thasmin hours yall sorry for making a bunch of posts about them

[drowning-in-cacophony]

5, 19, and 27 for ao3 wrapped! (- thinkingisadangerouspastime)

[A03 wrapped ask game]

Thanks for the ask, Amy! 💛💛 @thinkingisadangerouspastime . As usual I rambled on a bit, but I can't help myself when it comes to writing!

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

A fic I wrote for thasmin (13th doctor/her companion yaz)! My fic blue hour, which also happens to be my favourite fic I've published all year. It's a quiet, introspective sort of bed sharing fic - not much plot or actual conversation between the two. It's a thoughtful piece without that emotional or romantic peak, so I didn't know if people would be interested as much as one where they confronted their feelings. But the reception was so overwhelming - I had such nice comments of people who really got what I was trying to say with the piece, and just such nice compliments too. It really warmed me, because this really is my favourite fic, so the fact that I got so much more feedback than expected/hoped for is just so perfect.

[for anyone interested: I do my thasmin/dw blogging from @my-ghost-monument]

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

This one's sort of at a draw, actually, between maiko (my beloved) and thasmin (also my beloved). Obviously, my love of maiko is a consistent thing, and there are two works from my mai week fics (here and here) which intrigue me to what could come next, and I'd like to explore those opportunities - especially since they're both au's, so there's a lot of different things to play around with there. How do our beloved couple come together like they do in canon in an alternative universe?

With thasmin, their end on doctor who has just come and gone, but I've still got so much I want to explore with them. There's a lot of missing scenes I want to build in (especially with the knowledge of when they canonically confess their feelings, meaning to be canon compliant I can't have them do it earlier, but can build so close to it, which excites me).

But, as a really weird wild card, I keep getting some slight ideas for batcat - i.e. Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle from the dc universe. Very surprising to me, but recently I've found myself sort of dipping into the dc fandom and found that there's not much batcat fic out there that hits the exact vibe I'm looking for, and you know what they say: if you don't see what you want to read, write it yourself. I don't know if I will get to explore them - I find the dc universe a little hard to get to grips with honestly, and I'm never that great at writing about stories that take place in cities (I often just throw a warehouse or alleyway in as every place something happens, and it never feels that smooth) - but I'd like to explore them at least.

27. What do you listen to while writing?

This year I've really been getting into those 'writing playlists', or 'collected feelings' playlists you can find on youtube. You know, the 'your character and their forbidden love dance' or 'people who feel this should listen'. I've found it a great way to discover new vocal music pieces without much effort, and a curated playlist means I don't have to stop and think about what's playing, so I just concentrate on the writing. I don't usually tend to match the emotion/feeling the playlist's about to the scene I'm actually writing - I can use a real somber one for a happy scene, and romantic music for tension - but it's more of what I'm personally feeling at the moment.

And just because I'd like to: the favourite songs I've discovered through these lists are Obvious by CHPTRS, State Lines by Novo Amor and Last Chance also by CHPTRS

[brilliantfantasticgeronimo]

my conviction to double-down on the appreciation for thirteen’s era to counterbalance the bs transparent “criticism” it gets in the outside world VS my disinterest in chibnall’s earlier doctor who efforts VS my belief in his skills from from broadchurch s1-s3 VS my legit appreciation/love for the characters he’s created so far in this era VS my wish for those character to actually reach their full potential VS the frustration that that doesn’t seem to be happening and how there’s all the ingredients for this to be truly astounding VS there being enough hints to make a case for every compelling meta but everything being uso underwritten that you can’t state it categorically VS wanting to be more fair after growing more patient / accepting with moffat and knowing writer’s can learn improve and not wanting to fall back into old patterns of ott criticism instead of enjoying the show and creating things (and knowing first hand now that writing is fucking hard, yo) VS the fear that all the story-lines are relaying on future execution and could either be amazing or disastrous VS loving this show so much and just wanting it to be good  ..... ding ding ding fight

[moderndaymelodrama]

the more i think about thasmin in legend of the sea devils, the more i have to say about it. i’ve just been thinking about how much the doctor has done simply for yaz’s sake in the last few episodes. making her the hologram, just in case, because she knew just how much yaz struggled the last time they were apart. when they reunited, making sure she said “i’ve missed you” first, even though it’d only been a few hours for her, because she knew that’s what yaz needed to hear. she tells yaz she’ll tell her everything because she deserves that, but then in the moment when yaz is walking away with dan, the doctor realises just how terrifying that will be. she can’t do this, can she?

so in eve of the daleks, she’s almost back to her original self, hostile and secretive as always, and it’s not until she sees the wounded look on yaz’s face after she yells at her, and is confronted by dan, that she realises just how much these secrets are hurting yaz. whether she chooses to confess or not, they’ll lose each other eventually anyway, and honesty is what yaz needs more than anything right now, so the doctor decides to just go for it.

in legend of the sea devils, she completely puts yaz’s feelings and needs first. she’s upbeat and jokey and casual, after all the arguments and coldness of the flux journey, making it so yaz’s feelings aren’t such a big deal & yaz knows that. when she does reveal all, she makes sure to compliment her, telling her just how great she is, because she knows that’s what yaz needs to hear. she reassures her that out of everyone in this universe, she’d chose her, because she knows by the look the look on yaz’s face that she doesn’t quite believe her. don’t get me wrong, the doctor is still terrified, and finds herself quickly changing the subject in moments where she feels she has revealed too much, but she’s still giving away more of herself than she ever has in the past few years.

yaz is still hurting during the beach scene, and the doctor knows that, but there’s a feeling of hope between them too now, an openness that wasn’t there before. the future is uncertain, but in this moment they have each other and that’s what matters.

lotsd is basically the doctor saying to yaz “i know i can’t give you everything you want from me, believe me i wish i could, but right now, i can offer you this; kindness and laughter and the knowledge that i love you more than anyone in this universe” <3

[dandelionsandviolets]

[luuuna-rambles]

Doctor Who Review: 12x11/ 13x00 “Revolution of the Daleks”

tl;dr: waaay too fast on the character front, but pretty good with the time it had

So, another episode over! As I’m writing this, I haven’t looked online, so I don’t know what people thought about it as a whole. For this review, I’m gonna go character by character, as it’s the characters that keep me personally invested:

Graham: He’s the easiest - he did absolutely nothing. The only surprising thing he did was not die (I was very sure that’s why Ryan was going to leave). Seriously, would anything have changed had he not been there? Also, they did the same thing they did at the end of last series, where the built emotional scenes up on his relationship with Yaz, when they’ve never been shown to really have one. But hey, at least Ryan called him ‘grandad’ at the end... except they already did that in series 11. Goodbye Graham, how I shall miss the way you stood around and told jokes I didn’t find funny.

Jack: Jack’s an odd one. The trailers and synopsis really made it sound like he’d be spending most of his time alone with the companions, but he really didn’t. Like, he had those couple of scenes with Yaz, and don’t get me wrong, I loved those scenes, but I feel like we could have a whole episode of those two working through their doctor issues. And beyond that, he was really more of a plot device than a character. And for all the time they talked about him being immortal, and he didn’t die once? Count me disappointed.

Ryan: I’ve always been pretty neutral on Ryan, but he was pretty good here. His decision to leave the Tardis was well built up, and him actually leaving was pretty emotional, for me (at least, until the bottom-up shot of the four doing some kind of rugby hug, and ‘goodbye fam’, that took me right out of it). He’s grown a lot since joining the tardis team (not that his actor really conveyed that, but that’s anothing point...), and it was interesting to see him giving the Doctor a pep talk, rather than the other way round. Speaking of...

The Doctor: Was... that it? The Doctor finds out she is the original time lord, and after a short talk with Ryan, is fine? Actually, no, that’s not true. When she went ‘I’m The Doctor, I’m the one who who beats the daleks’ I thought that was her heading down a darker path. But she just seems fine after that? If this is the extent of her character development, that will be a shame. At least we never have to hear her say ‘fam’ again, eh?

Yaz: 

THE THASMIN HEART BEATS STRONG

Easily the best part of this episode, by a landslide. Her conversations with Jack? Perfect. Spending ten months looking for The Doctor? Her living in the spare tardis? Guuurl, could your crush be any more obvious? However, her anger at being left by the Doctor doesn’t really seem resolved - they don’t talk properly at any point, really. And she still seems mad at the end of the episode. It’s strange, they had over an hour, and this seemed to be the main focus of the episode (character-wise, at least), but they just left it hanging? If it’s a focus of series 13, that is fine, but given the amount of confidence I have in Chibbs at this point, I wouldn’t be that surprised if they just drop it.

Overall

Structurally, it’s a bit of a mess, and it doesn’t feel as dark as it probably should. And they really should have killed the Trump decoy. I don’t care if it would have been on the nose, he really neded to go

In terms of the new companion (?) they teased, while I would have been happy with a purely Thasmin season, I am glad they are only introducing one new companion. Chibbers, really, I commend your restraint(!)

[sophfic27]

The Mysterious Watch (You know the one)

Fandom: Doctor Who

Summary:  I know what you’re thinking. The woman you’re with — yes, she is me, but no, she’s not ME. Long story short, I’ve temporarily made myself human. The woman you see has no idea she is the Doctor, and for the time being, you can’t tell her. Right now, her name is Joanna — she is a UNIT Field Operative currently investigating some aliens known as the Ralmaeth. I need you to keep an eye on me, if I’m reckless, don’t let me get myself killed. I have faith in you, Yaz. The Doctor

Pairing: Thasmin (Thirteenth Doctor x Yaz)

Notes:  I have not written a Doctor Who fanfic in something like 7 years, and that was in middle school, so we do not speak of it, but I was struck with inspiration to start this. I have the rest of the fic already mostly planned out, so I'm hoping to have pretty regular updates with this. I posted this on AO3 and just now remembered I have this blog for fics so. It’s here now, too. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Meeting Joanna

Word Count: 1,578

Yaz sat at the little table in her family flat, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone. The Doctor had dropped her off here three days ago, and she was starting to get restless waiting to meet up with her again tomorrow as they had agreed. She blinked at her phone as it came to life, ringing, the Doctor’s name appearing on the screen as if by thinking about her she had somehow willed her to call. Or perhaps she had read her mind.

Yaz picked up a few moments after the phone started ringing and was greeted by a familiar voice on the other end. “Hi, Yaz!” said the Doctor, bright as ever. Yaz barely had the chance to say hi back before the Doctor continued, “Listen, I know we agreed on tomorrow, but I kind of need to move our meeting up a little,” she explained. There was a lot of noise in the back of the call. Yaz could hear rattling and the familiar whoosh of the TARDIS engines. The Doctor was in flight, and from the tone of her voice, it seemed like she was in a hurry.

“Uh, sure,” Yaz replied, “everything okay?”

“Oh, fine,” the other woman called back, “totally. Bit of a rush, but overall, brilliant.” She was rambling. Yaz could picture her scurrying around the console madly while on the phone. The Doctor went on, “What time is it for you?”

Yaz glanced at a nearby clock quickly, “11:30, why?”

“How does an hour sound?”

“For what?” Despite asking, she got up to get her stuff anyway, an hour wasn’t a lot of time for whatever the Doctor was about to say next.

“I need you to come meet me in an hour. I’ll…” she paused for a second, “I’ll be at a hotel. The Bronze Shroud Hotel, room 310. Meet me there.”

“At a hotel?” That was new, “why not just meet at the TARDIS like usual?”

“No time to explain, Yaz. Bronze Shroud, room 310, be there?”

Sensing she didn’t have much of a say, she agreed to meet her.

“Perfect,” the Doctor chirped, “now I have to go, I’ve got some things to… prepare. See you soon. And, Yaz…” she hesitated for a moment, and finally, “good luck.”

“Luck? With what?” but she had already hung up. Yaz looked at her phone, bewildered. She shrugged and gathered her stuff, and typed in the name of the hotel the Doctor had mentioned on her phone’s GPS.

An hour later, Yaz had parked and was making her way up to the entrance of the hotel. It was nice, about four stories high, and surrounded by nice bushes on the path. She made her way through the lobby, noting the check-in desk on her left, and the entrance to the bar and restaurant. She looked around to find an elevator and made her way over. When the doors slid open, the back of the elevator was a mirror, and Yaz found she was face to face with herself. She pressed the button for 3 and waited. The trip was short, and she was soon in front of room 310. Still a little confused, she raised her fist to knock on the wooden door.

A few moments passed, and a familiar voice came from the other side. “Who’s that?” she asked abruptly. Yaz could tell she must be just beyond the door.

She eyed the peephole with slight confusion, and called back, “it’s Yaz.” She waited for a moment, expecting the door to swing in, and the Doctor to welcome her in and explain everything.

Instead, “Y-A-Z?” the voice called back with it’s thick, northern twang.

Yaz blinked. “… Yes?”

There was another beat before the door rattled slightly, the sound of disengaging locks. Finally, it swung open to reveal… the Doctor? But she was dressed in a black leather jacket, dark jeans, and combat boots, and her hair was styled wavier than usual. And she was wearing makeup. The Doctor never did that.

She looked Yaz up and down and spoke finally, “I thought they might be initials,” she said simply.

Yaz blinked again, more confused by the second. “What?”

“Yaz. Y-A-Z. I thought they were initials,” she dug into her pocket and produced an envelope, smoothing it out slightly. “I’m Joanna. Jo to my friends. If I had any,” she said, “nice to meet you.”

Yaz stared at her, “meet?”

The Doctor — Joanna? — held the envelope out to Yaz, “I’m supposed to give this to you, apparently.” She waited expectantly for Yaz to take it.

Completely lost, Yaz reached out to take the envelope. As she took it, she noticed the Doctor was wearing a few random silver rings. Those were new. She examined the envelope. Scrawled across it were two sloppily spaced sentences. “DO NOT READ.” The words were underlined angrily. Under them, it said, “Deliver to YAZ.” With her name capitalized, it did look like they could be initials. But that didn’t answer even the least pressing of her questions.

She slid a fingernail under the lip of the envelope, but was interrupted by the Doctor saying “you gonna read that in the hallway?” Yaz looked up at her, she was stood in the doorway, arms crossed over chest, giving Yaz a sort of amused look. She moved to open the door more to let Yaz into the room. Yaz stepped in and looked around while the other woman clicked the door shut behind her and slid the locks back into place. The walls were covered in pictures, documents, and pages that seemed to have been torn out of a notebook and taped up. It was like something out of a film, the only thing it was missing was a bunch of red string. She saw there were a few open files sitting on the desk as well and a laptop pushed into the corner. The Doctor stood beside her, her arms crossed again.

Yaz glanced back at her and gestured to the wall, “what’s all this?”

The Doctor surveyed the chaos. “Our mission,” she stated. She then turned her attention back to the envelope in Yaz’s hand. “You gonna read that letter? I’ve been carrying it around for days, I want to know what it says. Although I’m not the one who’s supposed to read it. So…” she nodded to punctuate her point.

“You’ve been carrying it for days? But you only called me an hour ago?”

The Doctor stuck out her bottom lip in thought and shook her head slightly, “no, I didn’t,” she replied, “this is the first we’ve talked.”

Yaz stared at her again. Finally, she opted to just read the letter and give up asking questions. She broke the seal of the envelope as carefully as she could.

She drew the letter out and unfolded it. It held the same handwriting as the envelope.

Yaz, Don’t Read Aloud

“So?” said the Doctor, “I’m curious to know what I’ve been carrying.” “It says not to read aloud,” replied Yaz.

The Doctor looked slightly dejected, but then shrugged. “Damn. Makes sense, though. In case someone is listening.”

Yaz looked back down and continued to read.

I know what you’re thinking. The woman you’re with — yes, she is me, but no, she’s not ME. Long story short, I’ve temporarily made myself human. The woman you see has no idea she is the Doctor, and for the time being, you can’t tell her. Right now, her name is Joanna — she is a UNIT Field Operative currently investigating some aliens known as the Ralmaeth. The thing is UNIT doesn’t currently exist, their operations were suspended, but she doesn’t know that she’ll just think her mission calls for total radio silence to UNIT because the Ralmaeth might intercept any transmissions or messages.

This is where you come in, the Ralmaeth would be able to sense me coming, we’ve crossed paths before, so I’ve had to disguise myself for this, but they need to be stopped. Now in this form, I’m not as durable as usual, so I need you to keep an eye on me, if I’m reckless, don’t let me get myself killed. And don’t let me get you killed of course. She’s expecting you to be a fellow operative teamed up with her, so she’ll trust you. Ask Joanna to brief you on the mission and she’ll tell you what she knows. Help her investigate, help her stop them. When you’ve done that, I have one last task for you.

She’s carrying a fob watch. She won’t really think about it or even really notice it, but when your mission is done, I need you to have her open it. That’s how I’ll return to normal. I have faith in you, Yaz.

The Doctor

P.S. Obviously, don’t let Joanna read this. Tell her it was just a quick memo on the mission or something.

Yaz looked up at the woman in front of her. Joanna. The Doctor, but human, and unaware of the Doctor. She folded up the letter and pushed it into her jacket pocket.

Joanna raised an eyebrow. “Just a memo on the mission,” she recited the excuse from the Doctor, “can you brief me on what you know about our mission and the Ralmaeth?”

Joanna smiled, a glint shining in her eye, “Absolutely,” she replied and made her way to the wall of pictures and documents.

This was going to be interesting, Yaz thought.

[missywhomst]

Just One?

In her post regeneration haze, the Doctor discovers earrings (Thasmin if you squint). 

(This is kind of an experimental fic to see if I wanna do a series about 13′s post regeneration antics. Not sure how I feel about it, but I hope you all like it!)

- gif by @queerthasmin​ - 

Time seemed to be moving in leaps and bounds, and she was surprisingly disoriented by it which was funny, really, considering how accustomed she was to hopping around the space-time continuum like it was her own personal playset. And so she laughed, almost a scoff, a bit dizzy at the scenery change as she found herself being guided by Yaz down the hallway to a bedroom.

“What’re we up to now? Lost is my head, there,” she said, turning to look at her new friend. She’d found that she garnered much less concern if she pretended she wasn’t missing chunks of time from the last, well, if she had to guess about six hours. Maybe less. She was fairly certain it was still the same day.

Thankfully, or perhaps not, she discovered that she was able to carry on full conversations while blacked out. There had been a point when she was still on the train being fawned over by someone named Grace and another someone named Graham, telling them that she was fine, she was fine, and she just needed to walk it off. Grace insisted she wait for the police, that a PC Khan was nearby and that she just wanted to have a talk. She distinctly remembered saying great, that she’d love a talk, that she really liked talking, and that she’d gotten a new tongue so she needed to break it in. Then the next second she was stumbling after a firefly in the tall grass of a field, the train stopped behind her and Graham running after her yelling oi, where do you think you’re going, and you just fell through a train, love, and come on, now, have a seat.

Graham and Grace and Ryan, who was friends with Yaz, or wasn’t friends, or used to be friends, took her back to their place for a cuppa because she wouldn’t let them take her to A&E. And though she claimed she only tagged along so she could ask a few more questions and file a proper report, she was fairly certain Yaz was just curious about the person who fell from the sky. Some other things happened that she mostly remembered, and now they were in a bedroom, and Yaz was setting down a duffel bag on a bed. Then she put a hand on her back and led her to a chair, pushing down on her shoulders to make her sit.

“I brought some clothes from my flat. Figured they might fit you. I’m sure you’ll appreciate being out of those ones,” Yaz chuckled, walking back to the bed to unzip the bag. She looked down at her arms. Her jacket was torn and burned and about four sizes too big, the ripped cuffs flopping over her knuckles. Her whole outfit was in tatters, really, and she’d been tripping over her trouser legs for what felt like ages now.

“He liked this outfit. Bit of a magician’s coat, innit? Think he’ll be mad?” she asked, picking at the singed ends with absent fingers.

“Who?”

“Him. Me,” she offered helplessly. Yaz frowned, turning back to the bag without replying. It was a difficult sort of mental gymnastics that she had to perform after any given regeneration. The separating herself from her previous self while simultaneously reconciling the two existences. Bit of a head wonk, that one. She took a breath, turning to the cluttered desk and dusty mirror she’d been placed down in front of. Her eyes caught the little silver things scattered across its wooden surface. “Yaz, what are these?” she called, picking one of the dangly ones up between her thumb and forefinger. Yaz turned to look, and she watched her glance at the thing in the reflection of the mirror. Another frown settled on her face.

“Those are...earrings,” she said, and though it wasn’t quite a question, her voice lilted up at the end as if it was, cocking her head quizzically.

“Are you sure?” she asked back, turning her body to look Yaz dead in the eye. “You don’t seem too sure.”

“I’m fairly certain I know what earrings look like,” she said, tossing a few shirts on the bed. “Been wearing them my whole life. More concerned that you don’t know.”

She hummed, choosing to ignore that as she turned back to face the mirror and examine it in detail. There was a little silver hook and from it dangled a set of beads in warm colors. She flicked it with her other finger, watching them sway back and forth in quick succession, clinking together and tangling. Her eyes got buggy rather quickly and she blinked, setting it back down on the desk.

“What do you do with them?” she called again, frowning as she leaned forward to examine herself in the mirror.

“You wear them. They’re jewelry. Jesus, how hard did you hit your head. Are you sure you don’t want to go to A&E?” Yaz asked, walking to stand behind her with her hands on her hips. She just prodded at her cheeks, lips squishing together.

“I’m perfectly fine,” she muttered, holding her hair up above her head and watching it fall back down to her chin.

“You don’t even know your name,” Yaz sighed, pressing her hand into the back of her chair.

“Which is a perfectly natural response when all your atoms have been instantaneously rearranged,” she said simply, turning to look up at Yaz. Then she gasped, her eyes lighting up as she reached out to run her thumb across Yaz’s ear lobe. “Oh, I get it now! Ear Rings. That is brilliant,” she grinned, prodding the little hoop in Yaz’s ear and stretching the velvety skin there with gentle fingers, little hairs bending under her thumb. Yaz swallowed and grabbed her wrist. She didn’t look quite as certain now as she had a few minutes ago when she’d pressed her palms into her shoulders and decisively pushed her into a chair.

“Can you not do that again, please?” Yaz asked, voice cracking as she met her eyes.

“Okay,” she said, lowering her arm as Yaz let go of it. She remembered that humans were finicky about their personal space, and she could never seem to keep up. Still, Yaz’s reaction seemed odd. She brought her fingers to her own ear, rubbing her thumb over the equally soft skin as Yaz turned back to the bed to organize her pile of things.

“I picked out some clothes for you. Some pajamas, a couple tee shirts and trousers, a sports bra if you want it. Obviously not sure what your size for anything is, but we can go shopping tomorrow morning,” Yaz offered.

She leaned forward to look at herself in the mirror again, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Why do you wear them?”

“Clothes?” Yaz asked hesitantly, not turning around. She glanced at Yaz's back in the mirror.

“Earrings,” she clarified, and Yaz almost looked relieved as she let out a breathy laugh.

“Oh, um, I dunno really. They look nice? My mum did them when I was pretty little. It’s kind of like a thing for girls to wear them,” Yaz shrugged, unfolding a shirt from her duffel bag.

She ran a finger down her nose, over her lips, and down her neck. It was smooth. Sans adam’s apple. Sans facial hair. She examined her jawline and collar bones and ran her fingers down the V of her button down. It was all very soft. And she recognized it as hers. “I think I’m a girl,” she breathed suddenly, wide eyed as she traced her hairline. She’d been told that information already in between that precise moment in Grace and Graham’s bedroom and when she’d crashed through a train roof, but she hadn’t quite comprehended the idea until then. She heard Yaz chuckle behind her.

“Good for you, then.”

She picked up the earring again, scrutinizing it. There were others like it in a little porcelain bowl near the mirror. With eager fingers, she dug through them, sorting through safety pins and paperclips and earrings that didn’t have their other halves.

“I want an earring, Yaz,” she declared, searching Grace’s stash for the perfect one.

“Just one?” Yaz asked skeptically.

“Never had one before,” she mused. 

“So you want to be a pirate, then?” 

“Never noticed them before,” she mused, pondering what else she might have missed as a man.

“Okay, well, we can go to a piercing shop tomorrow, I guess.”

“Tomorrow?” she whined, deflating and scrunching her nose up. “That’s hours away, and I might not want one then.”

“All the better reason to wait!” Yaz protested, turning to her. Then she paused suddenly, her face going sour. “God, I sound like my mother.”

She scrambled to her feet and took a few large strides forward, hands up to emphasize her point. “Yaz, listen. Sometimes my brain makes decisions that I disagree with, but this is literally a once in a lifetime opportunity to get ahead of myself,” she pleaded. Oh, begging, that’s new. She wasn’t sure she liked it yet, but she did need this earring and it felt like she might die again if she didn’t get it.

“Right, there’s a lot to unpack there, but I’m choosing to ignore it,” Yaz sighed, so close that she felt her breath on her nose.

“I’m not all together right now—”

“That’s something we can agree on,” Yaz muttered.

“—I’m still...forming. When I wake up tomorrow, I might not like earrings. Who knows? Everything’s new and different, and I might turn out to be a total bore if I don’t do something about it right now,” she breathed, biting down on her lip. She wasn’t sure if that was true, but it felt true with all the buzzing urgency going on inside her. That might just be the regeneration energy still repairing her internal organs from that landing, not her best one admittedly, but that certainly didn’t matter in her quest for an earring.

“It’s the middle of the night,” Yaz groaned. “How are you not exhausted?” Seeing the pleading look in Yaz’s eyes made her sag just a little, huffing as she sat back down.

“Humans have terrible circadian rhythms, and you should inquire about changing them. I mean, you sleep a third of your life away!” she protested indignantly. Yaz cocked her head at her.

“What do you mean...humans?” Yaz quickly shook her head. “You know what, I’ve had enough weird for the night, so I’m just gonna step out and let you change,” she said, walking out of the room and leaving her to fiddle with loose earrings and wondering if that could be her next project, changing humanity’s sleep cycle. She wondered if they’d make her a statue or something. Did she like statues? Well, she didn’t like ones that moved, and there was no telling which ones could, so decidedly not.

Still bitter, she sulked over the desk, picking up earrings and examining them. She poked at the dull end, wondering how exactly they got them through your ear lobe if they weren’t even sharp. Another shiny thing caught her attention out of the corner of her eye, and she grinned, picking it up. “Brilliant,” she breathed, opening the safety pin and watching the pointy bit sparkle in the light.

She leaned closer to the mirror, looking herself in the eye and taking a deep breath as she aligned the pin with her ear. In one decisive motion, she shoved it through, and a white hot pain burned across her skin. “Ow!” she yelped with a frown, feeling rather betrayed. Yaz poked her head in to see what was going on and was at her side in a flash when she saw the blood beading on her ear.

“Are you bloody insane?” Yaz asked, looking at the pin stuck through her ear, the skin already bright red and puffy.

“I didn’t think it would hurt,” she admitted, glancing up at Yaz.

“You just tore a hole through part of your body. It’s gonna hurt!” Yaz protested, grabbing a tissue. In the meantime, she grabbed the safety pin and winced as she latched it in place. “Oh, no you don’t. You’re taking that out right now. It could get infected!”

“No, this is the perfect time to do this!” she protested, eyes wide and urgent. “I’m still rearranging. So if I can keep the hole there until things settle down then it’ll become a part of this new body. It won’t ever close,” she said, scrambling out of her chair and inching away from a slowly approaching Yaz.

“I just wanna look at it,” she said, tissue in hand. She eyed Yaz’s posture, ready to pounce, and seriously doubted her sincerity.

“Stay away from me, Yaz,” she warned, inching toward the door.

“At least let me clean it. You’re dripping on your jacket,” she said, motioning to her shoulder. She quickly wiped her fingers along her earlobe and found them slick with dark orange blood.

“‘M fine!” she motioned, wiping her fingers on her trouser leg. Yaz eyed her. “He won’t mind,” she assured her, but that seemed to make Yaz even less assured and she lunged for her. But she was too quick, sliding out the door and running down the hallway to the living room. “I’m serious, Ya—” she yelped as strong arms wrapped around her, and then they were both on the ground, the wind knocked out of her. Yaz gasped, rolling off her. Then she turned onto her back as Yaz sat on her heels. “Oh, god, that one hurt. I think you rebruised my left kidney.”

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to tackle you. Just couldn’t have you running out the door. If you won’t go to A&E, you’re our responsibility now,” she breathed, pressing her palms into her thighs.

“I’m not a madman,” she protested, wincing as she propped herself up on her forearms.

“That’s highly debatable, love,” Grace chimed in, and that was when she realized that she was in the middle of the living room floor, all her new friends peering down at her.

“I’m very serious about my earrings. So I’m learning. Do you happen to have any in gold? I don’t think silver’s my color,” she offered, scrunching her nose as she brushed her hair back to show them all the safety pin secured through her ear and the blood smeared down her neck.

[elliesgaymachete]

👀 thasmin?

Ok I have a couple that I haven’t finished but here’s a lil snippet from one I really like about Yaz and her various birthdays since she met the Doctor—

“Well, according to my calculations, I picked you up again one hundred days after your birthday had passed on Earth and since then it’s been roughly two hundred and sixty five twenty-four hour periods that we’ve spent together making it three hundred and sixty five days in Earth time since your last birthday, which means! You are now Twenty three years old.” The sparklers die out, so the Doctor discards the sticks to the floor, grabs the hat from her own head and places it atop Yaz’s head. “Approximately. Give or take. I had to do a bit of rounding.”

Yaz gapes at the Doctor, completely baffled by her adorable rambling, but still oddly touched at the gesture.

“Have you been keeping track this whole time?” Yaz asks.

The Doctor shrugs, a bit bashful. “I didn’t want to miss another one.”