#onto thirteen...

[sirtadcooper]

Now, we have one chance. Right now it's weak, it's injured, it's starving. But when the sun comes up, it will feed and grow strong. We have to lure it back through the portal before that happens, before sunrise. Now, I've got a plan, but I need your help.

[bloodstained-ballgowns]

i thought spyfall was awesome when it aired, and tbh it's still awesome now. 'doctor who does james bond' could be super cringe and at points it sort of is, but on the whole they nail the suspense, the score, the double-agent theme.

having prescient knowledge about the master reveal has me practically rubbing my hands together with glee - the look on his face when he sees the tardis. "say hello to the doctor." the smile and look down when she storms past to 'look around the gaff': he's planning to ‘kill’ her (‘kill’ being the operative word since he would never actually let her die) and you can still see the affection. his slow steer of her investigation, her trusting obliviousness. "the only person with an open mind about all this...don't worry, i'll call him ☺️” "send us your location. kisses!" "we text :)!" - girl little do you know you are talking about your psychosexual homoerotic on and off (mostly off) bestie!!!!

love to see jodie in a suit and the bike chase car chase plane chase is pretty well executed. unlike the bbc to broadcast episodes with sex scenes ("kneel" "how else would i get your attention?") before the watershed but i can't help but support. the four knocks/double heartbeat as their morse code message........... i actually can't cope i've decided

“MI6 has never countenanced the possibility of extraterrestrial life” guys come on now this is ridiculous where were you all when black cubes took over the planet and tried to kill you all where were you when missy turned your dead into cybermen where were you when

nice presentation of the fam's resourcefulness when grappling with the eternal 'we're international criminals and the doctor is nowhere to be found what the fuck do we do' question (the beginnings of the doctorification of yaz specifically is strong here). finally realising how much the doctor has really kept from them and the shitty situation that leaves them in - asking 'what would the doctor do?' without knowing why the doctor would do that, because she hasn't truly let them know her any deeper than 'socially awkward supersmart space auntie' (contrasting to, say, clara, who was so exemplary at the wwtdd question exactly because she knew everything about him). i take the doctor/companion conflict wherever i can even if it's crumbs.

[devilishdelights]

officially stealing mammon as an oc (as well as all obey me characters but mainly mammon) and it’s gonna be fun :-]

[greghatecrimes]

If I ever wrote a fic from late seasons Chase POV it would just be: catholic guilt, catholic guilt, repressed gay thoughts, catholic guilt, crippling loneliness, catholic guilt, grief, gay banter with foreman, catholic guilt

[70th]

i’ve been shot 97 times

[oreo102]

Pride day 24

13 sometimes gets overstimulated on adventures so whenever this happens yaz will pull her somewhere dark and quiet. Depending on how overstimulated the doctor is, she’ll either sit on her lap to provide weight or just hold her hand

[lucradiss]

I know I’m the only one ever and thisll be an unpopular opinion but I hc Adam Stanheight as Jewish. He just is to me. I don’t need to explain myself

[sheepthatgobaa]

The dynamic btw

[subqueued]

Tough shift, I don't have the spoons to do anything remotely relaxing except shower margs and spike mat today -- though, I DID want to ask, does anyone have a connect or first-hand knowledge of Pittsburgh EMS? They're a true third service so they operate a little oddly and I wanted to ask a few questions for writing research purposes. My return offer: my undying gratitude? aha 🥺

[hittinganewlo]

we are not the same. i had to wait 17 years since first watching house before i got to read about those men fucking

[seven-snails]

i have to say that as a christian one of my favourite things in media is biblical/religious imagery and especially when it gets a little blasphemous/bastardized/homoerotic/psychosexual with it. please keep making more of that it's my favourite it goes so hard every time. i need more shows like yurikuma arashi that will just straight-up make ave maria the leitmotif in the soundtrack that signals themes/moments of lesbian intimacy. just something about deliberately playing with the cultural and artistic trappings around this object that certain sects of people want to keep so sacred and untouchable is so fun. like yes i will be getting my gay little hands all over that, thank you

[acourtofquestions]

Thirteen wyverns raced from the Staghorns, plunging toward the city walls.

And as they shot toward Orynth, people and soldiers screaming and fleeing before them, the sun hit the smaller wyvern leading the attack.

Lighting up wings like living silver.

Aedion knew that wyvern. Knew the white-haired rider atop it.

"HOLD FIRE," he bellowed down the lines.

His commanders echoed the order, and all the arrows that had been pointed upward now halted.

"It's...," Lysandra breathed, her hand dropping from his while she walked forward a step, as if in a daze. "It ..."

Soldiers still fell back from the city walls as Manon Blackbeak and her Thirteen landed along them, right before Aedion and Lysandra. It was not the witch he had last seen on a beach in Eyllwe. No, there was nothing of that cold, strange creature in the face that smiled grimly at him.

Nothing of her in that remarkable crown of stars atop her brow.

A crown of stars.

For the last Crochan Queen.

[void-botanist]

Thade Adventures: Parkour

OCs: Thade Orech-Pabat, Caladea Ores-Pabat, and Pirianus Orech-Pabat

Words: 500

Content warnings: heights, getting kinda made fun of in front of your crush

Taglist: @vacantgodling

“Do you think it’s possible to parkour all the way down to the ground floor from here?” Thade said, leaning against the railing at the edge of the open space that cut all the way down to said ground floor.

“Maybe,” Caladea said, barely looking up from her phone.

He grinned.  “You think I should try?”

She looked up for real.  “No, you can’t parkour.”

“I can totally parkour,” he said, pushing himself up on his arms so that his hips rested against the top of the railing.  He brought one sandaled foot up between his hands—he wasn’t going to go further than crouching on the rail, because he couldn’t parkour, but his foot slipped out from under him and his arms betrayed him and he found himself bent double over the railing, clinging to the slats, his feet barely skimming the carpet.  The fourth floor suddenly looked very high up.  

“Okay, I take it back,” he said.  “Can you help me?”  If he’d been with anyone but Caladea, they probably would have left him there to think about his actions for a while, but she came over right away to haul him back up by his pants waistband.  Which would have worked if he hadn’t chosen this moment to be wearing sweatpants.  Instead of helping, she just pulled down his pants, and he suspected also his boxer briefs.

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” she said like it was an accident, but she was also giggling.  

“Callie, you better not be filming this.”

“I’m not.”  Giggle giggle.  She must be, because she certainly wasn’t helping him.  He kicked his legs a little bit and felt a cold rush of fear as he shifted forward on the rail.  Well, this was fine.  He could just work his way back up the slats with his hands, and he would eventually slide back onto the floor.  It wouldn’t be easy, but it would be faster.  He’d hardly started when he felt familiar rough-edged hands on his hips and he was ungraciously pulled back upright.  As his blood stopped pooling in his head, he beheld Pirianus standing there, frowning as always.  That is, until Caladea showed him something on her phone, and he cracked a tiny blue-edged smile.

“Thanks,” Thade said with zero gratitude, pulling up his stupid sweatpants.  Before he could escape these two chucklefucks, though, Caladea turned her phone on him, and he was met with a photo of himself stranded over the rail, his panicked face looking through the slats, and his hairy asscrack surrounded by ironic hearts and sparkles.  Across the top was the word PARKOUR flanked with party poppers and flames.

“Great, thank you,” he said with a fake smile.  It should have been funny.  He should have been laughing—he could take a joke at his expense any day of the week—but instead he felt his cheeks burning.  “I’ll get that put on my calling cards.”  

He didn’t look at her or Pirianus as he walked away.

[thenugking]

writing my odalia fic like, diversity win! worst person on the boiling isles is actually an autistic asexual lesbian!

[goldtoothmaster]

Thirteen is like such an echo of ten to me. Like obviously they're all the same guy but thirteen is really really the same guy. Charming and confident and charismatic in a dorky sort of way with a little bit of that lack of social graces leftover from twelve and floating back up to the surface. She's deeply selfish and angry and completely able to convince herself that both of those things are justified and good actually, the same way that ten did. I had a conclusion but it was argumentative and I don't feel like picking fights on the internet rn so instead I'll just say I love when you can see ghosts of the doctors past faces in new incarnations

[woodchuck019]

“I have been a stranger here in my own land: All my life” ― Sophocles, Antigone