#the way yaz just holds her is everything to me

[master-missysversion]

"Doctor, its okay!" "It's not okay!"

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

how many times have you watched this scene or are you normal

[hencheri]

18+. mdni.

pairing: mean!xiaojun x fem!reader x mean!hendery

warnings: noncon, mention of physical violence, xiaojun is straight up cruel & hendery is kinda a himbo lol.

wc: 2k

this is part 2 of this drabble. thanks yaz for the idea <3 it's a little different from what you asked.

xiaojun takes a sip of his drink, the alcohol burning his throat as he swallows it down. he looks around, squinting his eyes at the crowd, searching for a face that would spark something in him. something new and exciting.

but no one interests him enough.

he sighs when his gaze falls on hendery, enjoying himself with some random girls on the dance floor. xiaojun can hear his laugh from here, his hand slapping one girl’s ass, whispering in the ear of the other, making both giggle. 

it doesn’t take much to entertain hendery, just some pretty girls and he’s over the moon. with how easy going he is, his popularity is not surprising. his boyish charm always has its effect on women. 

xiaojun wishes he was as easily entertained as his best friend, but he needs more than just some sexy attire and a girl giggling at everything he says. he sees the inviting glances thrown his way, and maybe he would give in if that’s what he was searching for, but for some reasons, tonight he wants something different, not just a hook-up. 

and that something he will find in someone he already knows very well. 

he spots a feminine silhouette at the bar, body wrapped in a short white dress that seems to be made of satin. she talks to a man, presumably boyfriend as he lays a protective hand on her hip, soon leaving her alone. 

xiaojun can only see her back until she turns around with a glass in hand. the same very eyes he made tears flew from are looking straight back at him. 

his entire mood shifts and that spark he needed so badly finally lights up in him. it’s you. 

he’s about to stand up and leave his seat when he notices your eyes going elsewhere, staring at the crowd of people stacked on the dance floor. xiaojun follows your gaze only to realize hendery is no longer dancing, instead walking in your direction. 

you decide to go in the opposite way, but you stop dead in your tracks as xiaojun comes up to you as well. you’re trapped. 

you back away until you hit the edge of the bar behind you, eyes going in between the two men, having no clue on what to do or how to escape. but it’s simple; you can’t escape. and hendery would like to believe this is fate, this is just how life’s decided to be. 

he would be right about one thing; this is how it is and you can’t do anything about it, but fate… no, fate isn’t so cruel. it isn’t so unfair. 

hendery is the first to arrive, flashing you a sweet smile that would have melted your heart if you didn’t know how mean he truly is behind closed doors. 

“what a surprise,” he flirts, casually leaning his body against the bar at the same time xiaojun comes to your level. 

they both exchange a look, their plans totally changed now that you’re here. 

last time, they left you in their hotel room as it was the last night they were staying in. xiaojun knew they would have to leave eventually, they couldn’t keep you. it was a little delusional to even consider it, but hendery has the habit to get easily attached to people. he sure gets over them fast as well, even though your case has been quite special.

your big scared eyes are looking back at him like he remembers, meaning ‘don’t do this to me’. it’s something hendery can’t promise, though. that wouldn’t make any sense. 

your head turns to xiaojun then to hendery again. “i came with my boyfriend. leave me alone or-”

you’re cut off by xiaojun who clasps a hand around your face, harshly pulling it toward him. he seems to always want to control your movements, to control what you see and what you say — he just wants to control everything. 

“or what? don’t threaten us now, princess,” he says sternly, “you know better than this.”

his eyes hold all the hate in the world. he doesn’t give a single fuck about your boyfriend, in fact, he has a stronger desire to take you now that a boyfriend is involved. it means having something that isn’t technically his, but will be once he has his hands on you, as if curving his initials into your skin. ruin you for any other man.

“where’s the little boyfriend anyway? i don’t see him,” hendery mocks, laughing straight in your face. how convinient for them that he decided to leave right when they noticed you. it’s meant to be, hendery’s sure of it. 

you open your mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. maybe fate is that cruel after all. 

your phone is buzzing incessantly, messages and calls from your boyfriend. you wish for once he wouldn’t worry so much, that he’d at least drop it off for tonight. 

this situation is too reminiscent of the last time they had you both helpless and submissive for their sick pleasure. your dad calling, and now your boyfriend, all while xiaojun is taking you from behind. 

your front is pressed down on the bed as your legs are dangling off of it, hands holding onto the bed covers. 

“can you turn that shit off? that boyfriend’s gonna turn me crazy,” xiaojun groans and rolls his eyes, talking to hendery. 

he picks up your phone from the floor, seeing almost 20 notifications all from the same number. “my guy’s worrying to death,” hendery snickers, scrolling through the unread messages. “we should reassure him and tell him his precious girlfriend is well taken care of.”

you can’t believe they want to mess with your loved ones again. you still remember when xiaojun pressed your phone to your ear, basically forcing you to talk to your father while his friend was on top of you. you won’t forget the sickening glint he had in his eyes, like he’s never been more entertained in his life before. 

“stop it,” you say with a weak voice, tear stained cheek laying on the mattress. you look at hendery, but he doesn’t drop your phone, instead typing something on your keyboard, immediately assuming he’s sending a text to your boyfriend. “don’t! please! why are you doing this?” you cry out loudly.

but again, they choose to ignore you. the smile on hendery’s face makes you sick in your stomach, how can someone so beautiful be so heartless? 

“give it to me,” xiaojun asks, reaching his hand out. hendery hands it to him and he places the screen just in front of your eyes. “how caring of him,” he coos.

you can see all the texts he sent you, asking where you are, why did you leave, if you’re with someone else, if he did something wrong, and then calling you a bunch of times. 

but before you can see what hendery said to him, xiaojun opens your camera and starts to record a video. 

he holds your hip with one hand, thrusting back and forth into your pussy. he films your intercourse, capturing how the translucent pearls falling from your eyes roll gracefully over your rounded cheeks to disappear into the material of the bedsheets. how pretty. 

the back of your thighs burn at how violently he pounds into you, his skin smacking against yours, the sounds echoing in the room. 

xiaojun leans over you, his naked chest sticking to your back, and a surprised gasp escapes your lips when he digs his teeth into your shoulder, biting you. he films it, of course, wanting the video to be as graphic as possible — so explicit that when your boyfriend will watch it, he’ll burst in anger, his little ego crushed by seeing his girlfriend in the hands of another man.

his hips roll against your ass, hard cock entering your pussy and stretching your walls to the size of his girth. the amount of arousal that drips along your inner thighs embarasses you, cursing your body for reacting to his touch — to their touch. 

he positions his lips right beside your ear, “you like this, don’t you?” he growls, sliding his cock into your wet cunt in a way that has the knot in your stomach tightening. “poor little girl getting her slutty hole stuffed full of cock… how unlucky,” xiaojun whispers to you, his mean words making you sob harder. he says all of this while looking straight at the camera, knowing who’s going to be the spectator of it. 

he then straightens his back, resuming his brutal and harsh pace. he ends the video, passing your phone back to hendery who happily sends it to your boyfriend. 

more long minutes pass where xiaojun moves into you back and forth, slapping your ass so hard that you still feel the trace of his hand on you. hendery has a painful hold of your hair, your head tilted to the side as he makes you suck his dick. he can’t stop talking to you, calling you a bunch of names, praising your skills that you absolutely hate using as of right now. 

you wish his words would mean nothing to you, but they will remain in your mind for a long time, replaying in your head every time a man that isn’t him will touch you. you will not recover from this, and the fact that you might not find pleasure with anyone else scares you the most. this isn’t how you should feel. 

your phone is long forgotten, thrown away on the floor, nobody paying attention to it until the battery finally dies down and you don’t hear any more from your boyfriend. you’re relieved, in a way, that his attempts to contact you are just useless now. 

the night feels endless, and rightfully so, because they use you in so many ways that you can’t count anymore. your energy is spent, but they don’t care — not in the slightest. you’re theirs now. 

the sun going through the blinds wakes you up, blinking your eyes open. your eyelids stick together a little bit and you feel the puffiness of your face, the results of you crying all night. 

the first thing you see is hendery’s sleeping face, buried in your chest. you can feel his breath fanning across your skin, quiet and regular. his deep brown hair are in a mess, strands covering his forehead and eyes. 

his big hands are laid on your waist, blood creeping up to your face when you realize that you’re naked. you forgot for a second the reason why you were brought here and with who. 

you squirm just a little, but you can’t really escape hendery’s embrace, he holds you too tightly. 

you look up when you hear the sliding door opening and then closing, seeing xiaojun getting back inside, a cigarette in hand. he takes one last drag out of it until he crushes the end into the ashtray placed on the dresser beside him. 

he’s dressed in a large black hoodie and grey sweetpants. when he notices your gaze on him, he smiles at you, surely the first time you’ve ever seen him do it. 

“do you wanna take a shower?” he asks and honestly, it surprises you.

you remember waking up in an empty hotel room, only your bag and clothes laying on the floor, no trace of the men who had taken you away. but now, they’re here, one of them cuddling you in his sleep and the other offering you to wash yourself. 

what changed? why did they stay?

you faintly nod your head. “great, i’m gonna go start it then.” and xiaojun leaves for the bathroom. 

you look around the room and catch the sight of your phone charging on the nightstand nearest to you, extending your arm to grab it without startling hendery’s slumber. you unplug it, bringing it to your face.

you rapidly unlock it and immediately go to your messaging app. 

a big knot forms in your throat and your eyes begin to water when you read the texts from your boyfriend, breaking up with you just after the video was sent.

[memyselfandmya]

YASAMMY WEEK DAY 3: PROM

This one took a little bit of time but we made it. Hope you enjoy!

@yasammyweek

“I think you look beautiful. What, you don’t like it?” her mom, Samirah asks.

“No, I do love it.” Yasmina looks in the mirror with a smile, but her heart isn’t really in it. No, her heart is a thousand miles away in Texas. Yasmina starts to pull the blazer off. “Too bad I won’t be wearing it. I’m not going.”

“What? Yasmina, why?”

“Why would I go to some stupid dance without my girlfriend there? It’s not like Sammy can just fly down here to go to prom!”

“I think you should go—”

“No, mom. I’m not going.”

“Okay, fine,” Samirah says, raising her hands in the air. “Let’s head home then. I’ve got to start dinner.”

—

“So let me see what you’re wearing to prom,” Sammy tells Yaz over the phone. 

Yasmina sits in her room listening to the pots clanging in the kitchen from her mom’s cooking. She rests her chin in the palm of her hand and says, “I decided I’m not going.”

“Yasmina! Why the hell aren’t you going?” Sammy damn near shrieks into the phone.

Yaz shrugs even though Sammy can’t see it from this angle. “I didn’t want to go alone.”

“I thought your friends were going.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Yaz sighs. “I don’t want to go without you.”

Sammy’s voice softens. “Yasmina, you can’t just skip prom just because I can’t come. I want you to go and have fun!”

“How can I have fun without you there?”

“That’s no way to think!”

“I have to go eat dinner. My mom’s calling me,” Yasmina says even though she can still hear her mom messing around at the stove. 

“Yaz—”

“I’ll talk to you later, alright?”

Sammy sighs and Yasmina’s heart sinks a little deeper in her chest. “Yeah, okay. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sammy. Bye.”

And with that, Yasmina hangs up the call just in time for the tears to start rolling down her cheeks. She doesn’t bother wiping them away—not when she’s in the privacy of her own room—but she makes sure her face is clear by the time it’s actually time for dinner. 

—

The subject of prom isn’t brought up again until the day before the dance. It’s Yasmina’s mom who brings the topic up at the dinner table once their plates are almost clear. “I still think you should go to the dance, Yasmina.”

With tears brimming in the rim of her eyes, Yasmina says, “Mom, I told you that I don’t want to go to prom by myself.”

“Well, what if I told you that you don’t have to because Sammy is flying in right now?”

Yasmina’s eyes widen and she drops the fork from her hand. It clatters noisily onto her plate. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not. Now would you like to come with me to pick her up from the airport?” 

Yasmina’s face breaks into a huge grin. “What, yeah, of course! Let’s go!”

—

When Yasmina and Samirah enter the baggage claim area she spots Sammy smiling off to the side holding a sign that says, ‘1,000 miles can’t stop me from asking you to prom.” It’s all covered in glitter and puffy paint and the sight of it nearly brings Yaz to tears.  

She slaps a hand over her mouth, runs over to Sammy, and tackles her into a tight hug, careful of the sign. 

“You’re here,” Yaz whispers, it’s almost a question. “You’re really here.”

Sammy chuckles into her shoulder. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m here.” 

Yasmina pulls away and looks at Sammy with tears dotting her eyelashes. 

“So, will you go to prom with me? I flew all this way,” Sammy says, voice filled with sugar and everything nice.

“Yes, of course I’ll go to prom with you,” Yasmina says, and then a thought dawns on her. “But I don’t even have anything to wear.”

“Not so fast,” Samirah interrupts, coming up to them. “You knew that outfit you tried on at the mall? I got it for you.”

Sammy nods. “Yeah, she planned this whole thing.”

“Really?” Yasmina asks, staring at her mom. When she nods, Yasmina pulls her into a hug next. “Thank you so much, and I’m sorry for being such a bitch this past month. I was struggling with the whole long-distance thing and I took it out on you. You really are the best.”

Samirah ruffles the top of Yasmina’s head with a smile. “Of course, anything for you, my–sort of–sweet girl. Now why don’t we get back to the house? We’ve got a dance to get to tomorrow!”

—

“Still think prom is a stupid dance?” Sammy asks Yaz under the purple lights of the hall where the dance is being held. One hand is on Yaz’s shoulder and the other on her waist as they slow dance to the song playing. Sammy looks like a goddess in her flowing pink dress with her hair lightly curled. The fabric of the dress is sparkly, just like Sammy is. She makes everything brighter and better. Yasmina is wearing a fitted navy blazer overtop a white button-up shirt and a pink tie to match Sammy’s dress. She’s glad for the matching navy dress pants because maneuvering in heels and a long dress would have been a nightmare. Yasmina laughs lightly and shakes her head—and the dangling gold earrings as well. “Not when I’m with you.”

[icarusredwings]

Hot take-

Spoilers.

More memes below, Plus, Im yappin... AGAIN

The doctor is definitely not Monogamous. No, duh, we know that already.

BUT

Depending on the AU and your imagination, he could infact express his feelings for those he loves in all ways. We have:

Sax x 14 aka

#Retired Time Lords aka #saxten

They literally share a bed in Donna's attic...

And are married but are on the brink of divorce 24/7 .So what if they do nothing but argue? They cuddle sometimes.... while arguing..

But they're in counciling as we speak so not to worry.

(If I had a nickle...)

River x 14

I'm not sure what their any doctor ship name is, but I like to call this #RetiredSong.

He visits her in the computer all the time, and she teases him about remarrying, but he always wears her ring when visiting. They're still married. 14 already cried and asked if she wanted a divorce since he was unfaithful. She laughed at his face and then kissed him. He felt like a fool afterward for even asking.

Melanie x 14 aka

#DoctorDonut seems to fit this well. Or #CarrotDoctor im yet to decide.

They go on casual dates often (but aren't "together together" since the Doc has decided to stop dating humans) especially on holidays, in which Mel doesn't have many people to spend them with. You bet your ass he's showing up at UNIT with flowers on Valentine's Day, and the WHOLE office talks about it. It's THE TEA for daaayyzz. Rosie gets a bit embaressed when ever her uncle shows up to her job just to flirt with her coworker.

Yaz x 14

#Foryaz or #Yazteen

Same with Yaz. He's already apologized to her profusely about everything that's happened and told her that if she ever wants to go out "as a gender non disclosed partnership," he'd be in Donna's backyard. He takes out her for ice cream after break-ups. This time in a car, not in space, though it's still difficult for Yaz to see this wrinkly old married man as the young spunky woman she once knew and was head over heels for. "You tell me if you ever become a woman again, and no secrets this time, yeh?" "Deal."

Rose x 14

#RetiredRoses or just #Timepetals.

While he can't talk to her anymore directly, he dreams of her often and gets almost memory like snipets of himself holding a baby or seeing her cooking in the kitchen. Simple, domestic things. He thinks they're just dreams, but in reality, they're shared dreams between them. Nothing ever, too crazy happens. And they're usually no more than 6-10 seconds of connection. He'll look around, look at the baby in his arms that shares her nose, look up to Rose, and smile. "She's gorgeous." She smiles back. That's it. Short. Tiny. Teasing snipets of what he could have had. These dreams are barely remembered, but when he does, he goes to her fake grave and tells her about them. Leaves Roses and praises her for how much of a good mum she's grown to be.

Meanwhile, Rose revisits Bad Wolf Bay and talks to the ocean, tells her gorgeous baby girl stories. The story of the big bad wolf she once met with two hearts and a big howling blue box. One that saved a piggy instead of killing it. "And then he said wee wee wee all the way home to his mummy and daddy. Speaking of daddy's, where's yours wondered off too this time? Come on. Best go find him, huh?"

Clara x 14

#Osteen or if you really wanna angst, #RetiredRaven

Just the same as Rose, He visits her grave too. Mainly when he needs advice and can't trust to tell anyone else. He comes to the graveyard often to visit various people, but this one is the one he sits at, puts his forehead on, and cries to himself. This is where he goes to vent. If you stand there long enough, you'll hear him beg for her to tell him what to do. "I can't run anymore, Clara! I-.. I just can't.. but.. you told me to - you told me to run, but everyone else is telling me to stay put. Now what!? ... please.. just tell me what to do.." and usually, he will get an epiphany. He thinks it's because she "told him," but in reality, getting all of this out of his system just clears his head enough to think. He still glares at ravens whenever he sees them in the grave yard. Cursing at them. "Haven't you taken enough from me?" It's not the same one, but none the less it infuriates him that the universe rubs it in his face like so.

And so many more. Bassically, if they're still alive and on decent terms, they've been on at least ONE date, if not? He talks to their grave. Hell, he's even let Jack take him to the pub. Just once. (Even though they ended up crying over River, and somehow Jack ended up buttnaked on a table. Let's just say they're not allowed there anymore...)

This is what's in MY head, idc that much if you disagree. Civily debate me, you cowards, he has enough attention and love for everyone, and two hearts is a lot to fill, oh and ofc the TARDIS is a part of this. In a weird.. sentiant.. machine.. kinda way.. It's complicated..

And before anyone comes at me with the ridiculous notion of "Well that's cheating"

THEY ALL KNOW.

So no, it's not. Consensual non monagamy has been a thing since before the beginning of time. The worst thing that happens is Sax gets jealous and tries to kill someone when, in reality, he just wants more attention/to come along too. He may make a shit ton of "gasssp you cheated on me!?" Jokes, but he knows. He's fully aware. Not of every tiny detail, but yes, he does indeed know that his husband is out having lunch with another woman right now, Linda. "How about you stalk your own husband ya nosey bitty before I fuck him myself." - the Master, Probably.

The only thing he really whines about is if 14 is A. Late coming home, B. Doesn't bring him back a treat or C. He doesn't invite him to come along. 70% of the time, the Master says no. It's just the principle of the matter.

And yes, They have rules. Just like any other relationship. Communication is definitely key for everything. Obviously, the Master isn't allowed to come to UNIT, and very rarely does he wish to come with his husband to watch him have a meltdown in a grave yard.

He has, however, came with him a few times to the library and now has a wee crush on her, too. (Who wouldn't?) But 14 doesn't exactly enjoy that the whole time they're bassically gossiping about him, in front of his face.

I call this #Retired Time Lords³

Sax: And then this one time in school-

Doc: Oh god not the academy-

River: YES the academy!

Sax: He slipped and hit his head and- *wheeze* HE WOULDN'T STOP CRYING BECAUSE HE THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO REGENERATE

River: *falls over* 💀

Doc: -_-

As always. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[st4rrmii]

The End.

((CW//Death, blood))

(Quick thing I wrote based off something I drew earlier, sorry Lu)

They made it home.

After what felt like a lifetime of fighting, again, and again, and again, they made it home. All seven of the camp fam, including their friend who they once believed to be dead. Brooklynn, Darius, Kenji, Sammy, Yasmina, Ben, and Lucien were all home, they were safe. There were smiles all around, everyone hugging each other, basking in the warmth of their friends' hugs. Everything was okay.

Bang.

The familiar sound of a gunshot rang out, everyone's heads snapping towards where the noise came from, finding a disgruntled woman standing atop the boat they had all just came off off, her pale skin covered in blood, dropping the gun she held as she made her final step, succumbing to weakness now that she had used her final bullet.

“Is everyone okay?” Sammy called out, looking around as the others checked themselves for wounds, five other voices responding with confused ‘yeah's.

Only five.

Thud.

Everyone whipped around once they heard the sound of jeans hitting concrete, a horrified silence filling the air once they saw Lucien on his knees, going limp and falling forwards, the fall moving his hair and allowing everyone to see the bullet wound in his upper back.

Ben was the first to move.

His jacket came off instantly, the tall man instinctively wrapping it around Lucien as he rolled him over onto his back, propping him up in his lap and holding his head up, watching the blood spill from his nose and lips while his pants began to feel warm from the wound on his back. “Lucien, Lucien stay with me, you're going to be okay.” Ben's voice was scared, like he was a little boy all over again, looking up to the others and making use of the volume that came with being a giant,”WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STANDING THERE FOR? GET HELP.”

Brooklynn ran off, Yaz not far behind as they went searching for someone, ANYONE, to help their injured friend. The other three were too terrified to move, Darius had seen a similar scene before, but he never saw the body, this time he saw everything, he was watching as his friend bled put in their lover's trembling arms, there was no coming back from that, this was real. Kenji was the same, having watched his father be torn to shreds only a couple months prior, he couldn't do this again, he wanted to help to bad, but he was frozen, unable to take control of his body, just like he was when his father died. Sammy had seen death before, but not like this, she'd seen older family members take their final breath, a few cows die of natural causes, the couple deaths on the islands, but this was different, this was a friend being taken away far too early for her comfort, someone she loved having their life stolen from them before they were truly able to live it. This was murder, plain and simple.

Ben could feel the hot tears pouring down his face, he was trying so hard to hold them back, trying so hard to stay strong, make sure Lucien knew he was going to be okay, yet they still fell. He could feel how shallow Lucien's breaths were, feel how labored each attempt to fill his pierced lung was, gargled breaths filling Ben's ears, that's a sound he would never forget.

“Lucien, Lucien hey, look at me, just keep breathing, okay? Brook and Yaz are going to get hel-”

“P…Papa..”

Ben froze, he watched in silence as the life drained from Lucien's eyes, the taller man going completely limp in his arms, the sudden deadweight making him have to readjust, pulling his body closer to him. “No- nonono NO! Lucien- Lucien don't you FUCKING DARE-” Ben's voice cracked, he was angry, he was so goddamn angry, they were home for gods sakes! They made it! They were supposed to be on their way back to Lucien's place now, finally living peacefully together like they deserved, yet here Ben was, cradling the lifeless body of his soulmate, praying to a god he didn't believe in that SOMEHOW Lucien would wake up.

That didn't happen, though. That was never going to happen, Lucien was dead, and he knew that.

It was too late, no matter what help the girls would find, Lucien was gone, he wasn't coming back, ever. Sobs wracked Ben's body as he desperately pulled Lucien in as close to him as he possibly could, pushing his face into the now cold crook of his neck, high pitched attempts at breathing forcing their way out of the man's throat as he wailed. This wasn't supposed to end like this, they were supposed to grow old together, raise Speckles and Bumpy on Lucien's little cottage while Ben learned to garden.

Now Ben was never going to learn to garden, he was going to continue to live in a city he hated, he was going to tell Lucien's sister she had lost the only family she had left, he was going to go visit Bumpy alone and break down all over again when he heard her sad and confused grumbles when Lucien wasn't there. Ben was going to put that same suit he wore to Brooklynn's funeral on again, he was going to watch yet another casket be lowered into the ground, but this time the person it belonged to was going with it.

Ben was alone, again.

[johannesviii]

So uh

The Power of the Doctor surely was one of the episodes of all time

Where do I even fucking start

Let's cut to the chase, narratively it was all over the place in a "let's throw everything at the wall to see what sticks" kind of way. The thing is, it was fun. It made no sense but it was still enjoyable. Why was the Master cosplaying Rasputin? Why 1916? What was the point of the Dalek traitor? Why the paintings? Who cares, I'm having the time of my life watching all this shit 7,5/10

Why Tegan and Ace, for that matter? Because it's fun to see them again, that's why. I'll take it. Tegan was especially great. Also Ace wasn't a CEO so bonus points for that

Why was Graham even here

Why the train

Why the Qurunx

Why the uh everything about the Daleks and the Cybermen and no-one getting betrayed or in-fighting in the process

Why do I care

Dan's arc started with him having no money and ends with him having no house. That's kinda bleak for a comic relief companion

I don't know how to feel about Tennant being the Doctor again? It's weird and interesting and I can't wait to see what they do with this, and I find it supremely ironic that the Doctor who was the most terrified of death is the one who will get to die THREE TIMES in this series - but at the same time, I really wanted to see Ncuti Gatwa and I feel like he's been robbed of his thunder, kind of? I don't know, it feels weird

Considering Chibnall's focus isn't usually on character arcs I wasn't expecting Thirteen's ending to have any kind of dramatic irony, but having very low expectations for this specific era was a blessing, because one of the things I desesperately wanted to see was this control freak of a Doctor, who never explains anything to her friends, being forced to rely entirely on her friends, and also completely losing control. And that's exactly what I got here. Yes. Very good

The Qurunx assuming the form of a child because it wants to be protected. The parallels with the Timeless Child. Exquisite

And that bit where she's hit by a deadly energy blast and she's carried back to the TARDIS like this?? Complete inversion of the trope of the Doctor carrying a companion and I loved it

Oh god look at Yaz. Yeah that's right, you can only hold her while she's literally dying! That's the only time she'll be in your arms! And she's DYING!! And then you have to say goodbye!! I'm feeling normal about this

I've already seen quite a few Thasmin fans screaming bloody murder and to be honest I get it but like. I'm also digging how tragic this is

I wasn't asking for a kiss but like. When they were on the TARDIS' roof. I wanted one of them to put her head on the other's shoulder. Was that too much to ask

Pretty fitting that Yaz joins the circle of Recovering Doctor Addicts at the end after that and oh god don't get me started

The empty chair for Sarah Jane?? Don't talk to me

Is Ian even aware that regeneration exists or was he just like "wait so the Doctor is trans? Good for her"

WHAT WAS THE "POWER" OF THE DOCTOR WAS IS TO LEAVE A SHIT TON OF TRAUMATISED PEOPLE IN THEIR WAKE BECAUSE IF THAT'S WHAT THAT MEANT I'M HOWLING

Here's the Doctor's power! You all need therapy now!!

"How many Doctors are there" GOOD QUESTION NOBODY KNOWS

SPEAKING OF WHICH

FIVE SIX SEVEN AND EIGHT ON SCREEN. I FUCKING SCREAMED

BANTER BETWEEN SEVEN AND EIGHT ABOUT CLOTHES?? HELLO??? THE SURREAL LANDSCAPE?? ADRIC'S DEATH BEING MENTIONED IN NEW WHO?? HELLO????

Why is Ace apologizing to Seven when he should be apologizing to HER and why am I even asking. Who cares that was so cool

Eight on screen EIGHT ON S C R E E N how am I supposed to feel NORMAL ABOUT THIS I WANT TO SCREAM I WANT TO CRY

OH SPEAKING OF WANTING TO CRY

TIME TO GET EMOTIONAL AND CRINGE ON MAIN ABOUT A FUCKING IDIOT WHO SPENT HALF THE EPISODE COSPLAYING RASPUTIN FOR NO REASON AT ALL AND MENTIONING HE USED TO BE A FURRY IN THE EIGHTIES

I turned off Anon asks so if any of you want to send me a new round of hate regarding the fact I love that Master which apparently makes me a fake fan or a Missy hater or something, you'll have to use your actual usernames, cowards. You know who you are

"Johannes shut up about that Master's supposed self-loathing that's not in the text that's just your headcanon to make him more interesting" OH YEAH YEAH CLEARLY I'M MAKING THINGS UP UH CLEARLY THIS IS NOT IN THE TEXT UH

THIS MF'S ENTIRE BULLSHIT PLAN WAS JUST AN EXCUSE TO STOP BEING HIMSELF FOR A MINUTE AND BECOME THE DOCTOR HI HELLO YES I'M FEELING NORMAL ABOUT THIS

"DON'T LET ME GO BACK TO BEING ME"

"DON'T LET ME GO BACK TO BEING ME"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FUCK FUCK FUCK

I'm not making sense right now I'm sorry

"IF I CAN'T BE THE DOCTOR NEITHER CAN YOU" I want to scream I want to punch a fucking wall why are you like this why. are you. like THIS

The feelings are indescribable and I can't put them into words right now and I will have to make some art to make them go away, I don't make the rules I don't even have a choice at this point

TLDR this episode was a badly written narrative mess and full of fanwank and Doctor Who is terrible and I love Doctor Who with all my heart and I feel more alive than ever right now

[eleonkraken]

Ignore this post I'm just going insane about Chibnall era Doctor Who again.

These characters are so empty of heart and they go nowhere and essentially everything they do or say they only do in the capacity of being plot devices. It's like once the writers had the plot figured out they had to shoehorn the characters into it. Every single episode.

In Rose's first episode she's the one who takes out the nestene consciousness when the Doctor is incapacitated. In Donna's first episode, despite being a bit of a plot device herself, she's the one who sees that the Doctor shouldn't travel alone and alerts him to that. In Martha's first episode, she's the one who actively chooses to sacrifice her last breaths to save the Doctor so he can save everybody in the hospital. In Amy's first episode, she gets to be angry and hold the Doctor accountable for making promises he couldn't keep. In Bill's first episode, her curiosity and stubbornness is what essentially pulls the Doctor out of hibernation.

They all have thoughts and feelings and drives and motivations that shape the stories they're in and the decisions they make. They grow over the course of their tenure. They're not perfect characters, but they have a distinct core personality which drives them to do things that make a difference to the story they're in.

You'll notice I didn't mention Clara's first episode, and that's because series 7 is badly written compared to s1-6 and s8-10. That Clara is a plot device, and her character flip flops between different character traits largely without reason as it befits the plot of each episode. But in s8, they mostly fix that issue by settling on an arrogant, ambitious, fearless version of her. And when they take away someone she loves in the series finale, we get to see what that specific kind of character is capable of under those circumstances. Who she is, who she has been that whole season, is what makes that story happen.

That's compelling. That's engaging. That makes you care.

Are there equivalent moments for Chib's companions? How do their feelings and motivations make a difference to the story? How do those things progress from where they start to when they leave the Doctor?

Martha realizes she needs to leave because staying with someone she loves who doesn't quite love her back is harmful. Amy has to leave because she loves Rory so much that even the risk of not ending up in the same place or time is preferable to staying with the Doctor and not even trying. Clara's own hubris is why she ultimately has to leave the Doctor (yes, it should have killed her, but either way it's a punishment because she has to leave him forever).

Why does Yaz leave?

What is Yaz's Face the Raven moment? What's her Parting of the Ways moment? What's her Fires of Pompeii moment? What's her Forest of the Dead moment? What's her Pyramid at the End of the World moment? Please let me know if it exists and I've missed it.

[agent-barnes40]

The Master

The Doctor & GN!Reader (Platonic)

Dhawan!Master x GN!Reader (Romantic)

60th Special "Wild Blue Yonder" and "The Giggle" spoilers, not Canon compliant, uncanon events happen. READER IS GN BUT AFAB (They will wear a Dress in this fic) READER ALSO HAS A GUN THROUGHOUT MOST OF THIS (Reader will not shoot, just hold it or put their hand on it)

Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff, suggestive

2,352 Words. This is a long one guys

You leaned against the wall, keeping eye on Wilfred. Your hand was resting on your gun, making sure no-one even stepped close to the old man. "Mr. Mott, I suggest we head back to UNIT soon. It seems The Doctor and Donna aren't arriving today."

"Nonsense, we stay just like we did yesterday." The old man said, turning to face you in his wheelchair. You had a soft smile on your face and nodded. "Of course, sir. I do suggest we leave before the fighting gets even worse."

Wilfred opened his mouth to speak and was cut off by the groaning and wheezing of the TARDIS. "I hope she finally learnt how to lift that parking break." You mumbled under your breath, shaking your head when Wilford looked toward you.

Donna stepped out of the TARDIS first, sending a grateful smile your way before running over to Wilfred to hug him as The Doctor stuck his head out and his gaze focused on Wilfred before he focused on you. "Nice to see you again, Doc." Donna looked at you and The Doctor, before you slid your hand away from your gun, holding your hands up. The man stepped closer to you and wrapped a hand around your forearm, an old look filled his eyes as you smirked. "Doc, I'm not associated with him anymore. I'm trying to make up the wrongs he and I committed."

Donna cleared her throat as you pulled your arm out of the Doctor's grip. "What is going on here?"

"Spoilers, Mrs. Noble." You said, looking down toward Wilfred. "Lets get you all to UNIT to explain what's going on. Rose, Shaun, and Sylvia are all safe at your house, Mrs. Noble. I've had Wilfred with me ever since the world started going to hell."

~

"I'll do it, I'll show him what the spike does." You volunteered, already pulling the Zeedex off of your arm and handing it to Melanie, the older woman shaking her head softly but letting you go. You took a deep breath as you handed your gun to Kate. You could feel the anger already starting to build up as you turned to face The Doctor.

The man tilted his head, watching as you wrung your hands together before your gaze fell into a glare. "You're the reason I'm this way, you realize that right?"

"No.." The Doctor responded, leaning on the desk watching as your face scrunched up like Missy's. "You showed me the stars and then showed me the most magnificent woman in the galaxy and then you let her and me almost die! You didn't even care when I showed back up with The Master! You didn't even think to ask what happened when I ran into his arms instead of yours when the Kasaavin showed up on that airplane! It was all "Don't worry Yaz! I'll keep you all safe!" When the only one that showed me compassion was the man you locked up for seventy years!" You started to yell and march up to him.

"You took him away and never ever apologized. You don't care about us when we leave you! Donna gets that treatment because you knew her before he came back into your life! The rest of us get tossed away if we've even been touched by him." You raised your arm up to slap him and instinctively fought against the UNIT soldiers, your co-workers, pulling you back and sliding the metal Zeedex onto your arm and you just sat on the floor, taking deep breaths.

Melanie walked over and sat down next to you, rubbing your arm. She knew everything, and so did everyone else in the room. You didn't hide your association with The Master and your displeasure at being left behind by both The Master and The Doctor, much like other older companions. You didn't move to say any apologies as you helped Melanie stand before you, yourself stood up and you scanned the room. The Doctor just stared at you. "Did you mean all that?"

"No, of course not. Its just the spike, Doc. Don't worry about it." You walked over and rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it softly. "I don't blame you for everything."

~

You heard the music and you immediately whipped around, that old hope of The Master suddenly showing up burning back up to the surface. The Doctor grabbed your wrist and shook his head. "Do not engage with him, understood?"

"So it is him? The Master?" You asked, the music getting even louder and that's when you saw the man teleporting all over and you followed his movements. They had the same flair The Master had and you couldn't even stop yourself. "You know The Master!"

The man smiled and winked before jumping down the newly formed trapdoor in the floor and The Doctor took off, sprinting and sliding across the floor to swipe at the petals covering the floor while you followed. "He knows him! That's another regeneration of him, isn't he?"

"He is the Toymaker and you will not go anywhere near him, understood." The Doctor ordered and you barely listened when you looked up and saw The Toymaker waving and you sprinted out of the room, the doors opening and you pointed a finger at the man on the Galvantic Beam.

"What did you do to The Master?" You called out, anger spiking even with the Zeedex on your arm. The Toymaker grinned even more and tilted his head, showing the shining gold tooth and the way to many teeth in his mouth.

"You could say that." The Toymaker said, shaking his head softly when The Doctor and the rest of the team came running out and The Doctor was pulling you back.

The billion-years old Time-Lord sent a look toward you before strutting into the fight. Donna had an arm wrapped around yours, keeping you in place.

~ The Toymaker folded up and you barely even noticed the golden tooth falling to the ground as you fought against Kate and Donna. You had been given hope that any incarnation of The Master, even Missy, would show up after The Toymaker was defeated and as you realized the two Doctor's looking your way, you let yourself turn, pulling yourself from Kate and Donna's grips before heading back into the interior of the tower, hearing the screams of the ball-pit balls and seeing the rose petals all over the floor. You started to pull the Zeedex off and placed it at the ground in front of the Vlinx. "These were genius, Vlinx. Thank you."

The being lightly tilted its head down in a bow. "No need to thank me."

"If anyone asks, let them know I headed home. I'm tired." You left the building, quicker than you ever have in your life, wincing at the sight of the bodies on the ground. You didn't notice the man starting to walk behind you, humming Rasputin. When you heard the song you just shook your head and sped up your pace, noticing how the person behind you also sped up. You put your hand close to your gun, the spike should've been gone long enough now so you wouldn't get jumped but you always aired on the side of caution after running around with The Master. You turned down an alley, hand slowly wrapping around the handle of your gun and slipping it out. You whipped around when you heard the footsteps and stilled. There he was, all in his Rasputin costume and your hands shook. "I know you aren't the Master, so please... Please drop the act and costume."

"Oh Love, did you really think I'd abandon you this long?" The man spoke, his eyes staring into yours and you instinctively closed yours. He let out a chuckle and stepped even closer and pressed a hand to your cheek, his thumb rubbing the skin as you finally opened your eyes.

"Say my name again." The Master ordered, his voice soft and smiled at the deep breath you had to take.

"Hello, Master. I missed you." You whispered out, your eyes scanning his face as you slid your Glock back into its holster and you slid the hand up and onto the ridiculous beard on his face.

"When we get to my flat, you are shaving that off. I hated it on you." You knew you had started to tear up as you stared at him and a smile broke out on your face.

"But you liked my kisses with this beard right?" The Master asked, stepping closer and you let out a laugh.

"Only this one." And with that out of your mouth, the two of you pressed together, lips pressing together.

~

The two of you should've known The Doctor was going to do a check up. The Master had shaved his Rasputin beard off and mainly stuck to the clothes he had stashed in your flat. The sound of the TARDIS made you look over and your mouth dropped at the man coming out wearing a kilt. "So how do I look?"

"You look amazing, Doc. What are you doing here?" You glanced toward the bathroom, where The Master currently was showering. "Wanted to check in on you. Last time we talked, you blamed me for a lot." He said, looking around the room as you crossed your arms.

"And that was The Spike, Doc. I didn't mean it, plus didn't you give this job to the other Doctor? Checkin in on us who are still here?" You said, hand rubbing the over sized button up you wore, nervous about him finding out that The Master was in the room over.

"I just ran into you, thought I'd check in on you myself." He said, his eyes trailing to the two bowls you had set out. "Who else is here?"

"What do you mean you just ran into me?" You asked, focusing on that instead of his question.

"I had to do stuff at UNIT, saw you there wearing a very familiar dress." The Doctor said, looking at you. His eyes hardening as you met his eyes.

You straightened up, raising a brow. "That's future me, Doc. Why are you asking me this?"

"Because you were with him." The Doctor said, an eyebrow raising in turn just as the bathroom door opened and you turned to the door, hoping The Master at least put boxers on.

The Master turned the corner and stilled at the sight of a TARDIS and the Doctor in your living room and he turned to face you. "Is he bothering you?"

"It's okay Master, he isn't bothering me. In fact, he was just telling me about how I'll be wearing your dresses in the future." Your hand gestured toward The Doctor as you started relax, you knew The Doctor had to start playing nice as soon as The Master had walked in.

The Doctor looked between you and the shirtless Master, his brain catching up very quick. "So you two are actually together."

"We've been together since the vault, Doctor." You and The Master practically said in unison, a grin on the both of your faces.

The Doctor crossed his arms and focused on you. "He tried to destroy Earth! He destroyed Gallifrey! He forced regenerated into me! He turned all of you into himself way back when he was Prime Minister!"

The Master started to puff up, his eyes hardening as you started to walk over. "All of us but you don't remember The Year That Never Was, I was there when he worked with The Daleks and his CyberMaster's I don't condone what he did, I don't forgive him for it, and I certainly do not let him forget what he did to you, or Yaz, or anyone. I stayed at his side, out of the fight because I knew you'd come around and blame me for everything like you used to do."

You had to take a deep breath as you stared down The Doctor, anger in your eyes. "I couldn't even say goodbye to him at any point, I didn't know if he was even alive because of you and Yaz! I had to sit and wait until Kate picked me up and assigned me to The Noble's and I sat and I listened to Wilfred as he praised you and everything you did!"

The Master knew what was bubbling up and grabbed at your waist, pulling you back, away from The Doctor. "Love, you need to calm down. You are going to regret what you are going to say."

You were so wound up that it took The Master grabbing your face and looking into your eyes, slowly hypnotizing you into calming down. The Doctor was watching with wide eyes as The Master led you to your shared bedroom and had you sit in there before coming back out.

~

You barely remember that day, screaming and yelling at The Doctor as you had The Master help lace up Missy's corset. His TARDIS had finally showed back up and you wanted to wear one of her dresses. The Master was staring you down through the mirror and you chuckled. "You can tear this off me when I get home. I need to help Donna with a project at UNIT. Do you wanna come with or do you wanna stay here with the cats?"

It took you months to convince him to get those cats, but you won that battle. He regularly took them to vet visits on planets with better pet healthcare than Earth, and the planets had better ways to treat illnesses.

You eventually got out your front door, with three babies (one a large Time-lord) at your side trying to convice you to stay. You didnt carry your gun much anymore as you were just a consultant now, on all things The Master. You barely noticed The Doctor watching you as you signed into UNIT and headed up to Donna's floor. You didnt notice as he shook his head before stepping into his TARDIS.

[oreo102]

What's your favourite episode of 13's run and why?

Ok! I surprisingly enough do have a favorite episode… but it’s by such a small margin I’ve made an executive decision to talk about 2 other of my favorites episodes and then a few honorable mentions and why I love them

I’m half sorry for how long this is, I’m fully sorry for the fact that it took a while to actually put my thoughts to words

We’re starting with my absolute favorite because that’s what was asked lol. The Power Of The Doctor is my favorite episode, the plot is fun but it’s really the characters that make me love it so much! Every character that shows up is used really well.

Yaz is absolutely the star of the episode. I love her in every episode but especially in this one she shines a lot. She takes charge so well and really does fill the docs shoes with flying the tardis and making the plans and all that jazz. Her interactions with everyone is amazing to watch but especially the master, their dynamic is so interesting to me! Mandip also does a great job portraying emotions in this one- her anger at the master, and sadness about 13 regenerating in particular is one of my favorite parts. Also yaz with a gun is hot, and I fully believe she woulda shot the master if he gave her a reason so this episode would be in my top five just for that

Speaking of the master! This is 100% his best appearance. The dancing, the outfit, his interactions with yaz being a mix of cruel and endearing, in a way? Maybe that’s not the right word… interesting at the very least. The way he talks to her like they’re friendly, like they both know the doctor very well… kinda like they’re two sides of the same coin, in a way?

13 is lovely in this episode. A) I ADORE the navy version of her coat and am so happy they brought it back in the inbetween cliff (or whatever that was) B) her regeneration might just be one of my favorite scenes, even if it pains me to watch (ignoring 14’s existence for this) and the hologram is so smart (btw does yaz still have that? Do you think it activates still?) also love the fugitive doctor appearance even if it was hologram form. Her comforting yaz, their conversation, the icecream <333333

Love ace and Teagan and vinder, they’re all great but especially ace is SO FUN and I love her interactions with graham(did they flirt?) who btw, I love that he was right back! Too bad Ryan isn’t there tho, it’s fun to see how the dr leaving affects the companions, the bitterness Teagan holds is definitely a really fun bit that I’m glad they included. Also Kate is amazing as she always is! Dan wasn’t that bad either but I’m still glad he didn’t stick around

Also! I really like the plot! I saw someone complain about having all 3 cybermen, daleks and the master in the same episode but honestly it was just super fun- and the master was really the main villain with the cybermen and daleks as minor/background/subvillains. I much approve fun plots over anything else and having the master dance to Rasputin is very fun!

Onto The Woman Who Fell To Earth!

Yes, 13’s first and last appearance are my favorite episodes! This will be much less in depth but I did recently rewatch this one so it’s as fresh in my mind as the first.

I really like how… snappy they all are, in a weird way? The fam kinda mellow out through the series, especially Graham. Theyre all somewhat aggressive in this one and it’s very fun! It’s too bad grace died… she’d have made a great companion

Also the plot, the plot is great. 13 making her own sonic, not remembering who she is but knowing she has to help people, picking up the first humans she sees (which she has a habit of throughout the series, lol), being super smart! Just lovely! Also her in a suit is hot

“I’m calling you yaz, cuz we’re friends now.” Is 100% one of my favorite quotes too

Also Swiss army sonic should’ve been a running gag, it’s funny! I think that’s everything- my thoughts on this episode are very disconnected but oh well

My third favorite: the witch finders!

I’m not actually sure why I love this episode so much? Actually yes I do, soaked 13 is hot- that’s not the only reason tho, promise.

The fam is great, as always, but especially yaz this episode. It portrays how kind she is really well! 13 experiencing sexism and being pissed about it is also really cool, I kinda wish we got at least one other episode where it happened but I understand why we didn’t . Also the king being gay for Ryan is funny as fuck and I didn’t notice it my first watch

The background(side?) characters are also really good- the possessed lady is a fun antagonist, and the king is wonderfully incompetent at his job.

Also 13 telling them not to interfere and then immediately interfering is fantastic. I don’t think I have much to say about this one? I just really like it

Honorable mentions!

The timeless children, solely for the scene with Graham and yaz being family and for yaz being halfway to the portal by the time Graham is done asking who’s first- tbh this is my least favorite appearance for the master and I think the cybermasters are stupid so

Arachnids in the uk I love yaz’s family, i love jade, i love that the bitch ceo gets schooled by women in stem and yaz’s mom, i like that when asked if she and the doctor are together yaz’s response is “we’re [just?] friends!” But when asked the same about ryan it’s a very emphatic “no!”, I love “more of the universe… more time with you.”

Demons of the punjab “we can’t have a universe with no yaz!”, young umbreen is so much like yaz it’s amazing, i love yaz in this episode (this, ive realized, doesn’t say much, I love her in every episode), the plot is really fun and again i love yaz’s family

The legend of the seadevils my beloved gays. The characters are all really fun, the plot is great, all the thasmin moments I love and they hurt my heart, and Dan has a stupid outfit!

Eve of the daleks once again: my beloved gays! The plot is so fun, and even though the side characters aren’t my favorite I still really like them

Fugitive of the judoon FUGITIVE DOCTOR MY BELOVED <333333 also Jack is cool

Oh also My least favorite is resolution because it’s boring. Ok I think that’s everything… hope you don’t regret asking!

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Sweet Like Sugar (13th Doctor x f!Reader)

Synopsis: The Doctor is having a hard time concentrating around you.

Words: 4.6k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

You giggled, leaning against Yaz’s shoulder as she guided you into the console room. The Doctor felt her hearts constrict just seeing you, the way you were smiling making her wonder if there was a way to capture it forever. You were so sparkly, in a dress that showed off so much bare skin on your legs, dipping dangerously low, making her mouth grow dry as you glittered in the soft light from the TARDIS. She’d never seen you wear heels before, but the strappy sandals you had on had you almost as tall as Yaz. You giggled again, making her hearts start to beat double time in her chest and a smile overtake her face.

“You lot ready then?” she asked, placing her hand on the lever to land.

“I have got my dancing shoes on,” Graham said, shuffling on the spot. He wiggled his hands as if he’d done something really impressive, but the Doctor knew impressive and he’d done something anyone with two feet could do.

“No one?” he asked when no one made a move to show how impressed they were.

You walked over to her, letting go of Yaz’s arm, and she had to work really hard not to stare at your legs. They seemed so long and she was sure your skin would be so soft under her fingertips. You lent your hip on the console, tilting your head and smiling at her. It was one of her favourite smiles from you, the one that said you were excited and she’d done well with her pick of location but also like you were about to share a secret with her. The kind of smile that made thoughts fly from her head.

“You sure this place is going to be normal?” you asked, “no evil bartender or someone hoping to control us through heavy bass?”

“Course I’m sure. Don’t you trust me?” She scrunched up her nose, playing at being offended. You took a half step closer and she froze. You smelt different, like a summer’s night, not like you usually did. Not that she didn’t like it. She did. But it was different. Not like the rainstorm you usually smelt like. But still good. You always smelt good.

“I’m just remembering last time you promised us a night off,” you said, lowering your voice as if your conversation was private.

“I did apologise for that,” she said, “how was I meant to know it was the night those giant squid were going to attack?”

“Maybe by checking your special time lord calendar?” you suggested, “I just sort of assume you have one of those. It’d make sense for a time traveler.”

“Alright, well, it doesn’t have everything on it,” she said.

You let out a soft chuckle, biting down on your bottom lip like you didn’t want her to hear. You looked at her from under lowered lashes, chin tipped down, and your eyes were almost sparkling. She had to blink to remind herself she wasn’t alone with you. Her hearts were loud in her ears.

“Are we going then or what?” Yaz asked, bounding over.

“Right, yes,” she said, pulling down the lever, not able to look at you.

The room lurched and your hand grasped onto her arm. She looked down at it, then at you, finding you looking back at her with an almost embarrassed smile on your face. You let go of her faster than she wanted, righting yourself on the edge of the console.

“Shoulda thought about that when I chose to wear heels,” you said, mostly to yourself.

“I think they were the right choice. They make your legs look all… leg… like,” she said, realising as she did that she was definitely saying something weird. Ignoring the odd look Yaz was giving her she spun away to hold the doors open onto a dank alleyway.

Walking around the corner, ignoring Ryan’s complaints about the smell, your fingers brushed against hers. It sent electricity running up her skin, but not in the uncomfortable way electricity usually did, but in a way that made her feel all tingly inside. Your arm brushed against hers, your footsteps bringing you closer to her. She could grab your hand, she could do it, it was right there, right next to her hand.

You slid your arm through hers, holding on as you stepped over the gutter. You gave her a self conscious smile, the kind you gave her whenever you did something you weren’t sure she’d like. This time she definitely liked it.

“Alright, now some ground rules,” she said as you all approached the entrance to the club, the thumping bass making the air vibrate, “don’t drink anything green, if someone offers you something white, say no, if you’re leaving let me know, the food here is overpriced, be careful of pickpockets.”

She turned towards the door, reaching into her pocket for her psychic paper. There was something else she meant to say. It was right there, tickling her brain. She was missing something. Too many thoughts. Your fingers brushed against hers again.

“Oh, right.” She spun towards you guys again, “don’t forget to have fun.”

She turned as they made it to the front of the line. The bouncer, a large red skinned man looking non too pleased with them, grunted.

“Hiya, me and my friends have a VIP pass,” she said, flashing the psychic paper at him, hoping it would show what she wanted it to, “VVVVVVIP really.”

The man grunted again, waving them into the dark doorway. She reached back for a hand, hoping she’d find yours and tugged whoever it was into the dark interior, knowing the others would follow. The music became loud in her ears, like when she could hear her heartbeat. She could already smell many bodies in the main room, the sting of alcohol ever present, a great chippy down the road doing good business by the smell of it.

The hand tugged out of hers and she turned, finding Yaz turning away from her. She grabbed your hand instead. Your eyes were wide and there was a sparkle to your eyes she wanted to stare at forever. She shook her head, turning away. Not the right time. Never the right time.

“We’re going to go dance,” Yaz called, before tugging you further into the club.

You gave a parting wave to her before you disappeared into the crowd. She kept watching, tracking your progress to the dance floor. She couldn’t bring herself to look away from you, watching the way you laughed. Your body was moving to the beat and it made her mouth feel dry. Undulating body, hips swaying, head tipped back exposing the long column of your neck. You had no idea what you did to her, the way her brain turned fuzzy around you. She wasn’t used to having a fuzzy brain.

She dragged her eyes away from you, finding herself alone. With a quick headcount she found Graham and Ryan at the bar, leaving her standing alone. Scrunching her nose she did her best to make her way over to the bar too, assuming a drink would help her not stare at you all night. It would distract her, and she needed a distraction. A distraction that wasn’t you. You were entirely too distracting.

The drink was cool in her hand, ice clinking against the glass. She licked at the sugar on the rim, realising she was still watching you absentmindedly. You were laughing, your arms around Yaz’s neck. Her tongue swept over the rim of the glass again, catching more sweetness on her tongue. There was a part of her wondering if you’d like a taste of the drink. Sharing with you was one of the best parts of life.

She was about to get up from her seat to offer you the drink when someone sat down beside her. A well muscled man had taken the seat beside her, arm brushing against hers. She wrinkled her nose, taking another sip of the drink. You were allowed to taste this one, it wasn’t green. Turning her eyes back to the dance floor she found Yaz leaning in towards Ryan but you’d gone missing. Her hearts plummeted and she began to search the crowd. She knew she’d be able to spot you if you were in sight. You were like the stars, bright and beautiful and the first thing her eyes were drawn to in every room.

“Hi,” she heard you say from the other side of the man sitting next to her, “could I have one of those blue drinks? They look really good.”

She smiled, her eyes turning towards you. It was hard to see past the man but your dress was sparkling under the lights and your skin was glowing and your smile was bright. She’d never seen anything quite so beautiful before, her chest aching at the sight. She could look at you forever and never get tired.

“Let me pay for it.” The deep rumbling voice came from the man between you.

You blinked, turning your attention to him. The Doctor was disappointed you hadn’t seemed to notice her, hearts clenching. You looked up at him, so tiny beside him, and a frown marred your features. She hated when you frowned. It wasn nothing like your smiles, lifting her up. She worked hard to have you smile at her whenever you were frowning.

“No thank you,” you said, “I can buy my own drinks.”

“Pretty girls like you shouldn’t have to,” the man said, leaning towards you. The Doctor’s fingers tightened around her glass.

“No, really, I’m okay,” you said, your voice turning firm.

“C’mon, lemme buy you a drink and then we can see where it goes from there,” he said. The Doctor struggled to stay in her seat and not interfere. She knew you were more than capable of handling yourself. She’d seen you stare down a Dalek without trembling.

“No, thank you,” you replied, turning your head away from him.

“Why not?” She didn’t like the note of anger in his voice.

“I already have someone and I’m not looking for anyone else.”

You turned your head, catching the Doctor’s eye. She didn’t know what made her do it, her brain seemingly disconnecting from the rest of her body as she stood, leaving her glass behind. Your jaw had been clenched and she’d seen the tremble in your hand as you’d taken the drink from the bartender. She wanted to put herself between you and the man, to remove you from the situation, to protect you.

Her arm slid around your shoulder, and you looked up, smiling at her as if she was sun. You lent into her body, your head resting against her shoulder, nose brushing against the skin of her neck. She shivered, tightening her hold on you instinctively.

“Hi, love,” you said, loud enough to be heard over the music, “I was just telling this nice man about you.”

“You were?” she asked, looking down at you.

You nodded. She couldn’t stop herself, fingers tucking some hair behind your ear, almost lingering on your jawline. Touching you sent electricity through her body, making her nerve endings pay attention. She felt jittery, looking down at you as you gazed up at her like she was the universe. She wanted you to always look at her like that. Your arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer until her body was pressed against you. She wasn’t sure what she’d done to receive such a reward but whatever it was she wanted to do again.

“What were you telling him?” she asked, wondering if she’d missed something. Last she’d heard you hadn’t said anything about her.

“Just that I’m very happily in a relationship already with the most amazing woman in the universe,” you replied, nose scrunching up as you smiled at her. Her double hearts missed a beat.

“You were?”

“Of course,” you laughed, “you make me so happy.”

The press of your lips against her cheek had her hearts fluttering. She could realise what you were doing, putting her in the place of your girlfriend to ward off the man. She wanted to help you, she always wanted to help you. You looked at her with wide eyes, a small smile curling to corners of your lips and all she could do was beam down at you in return. The double thump of her heartbeat sped up, drowning out whatever the man might be saying to you. You were the only important thing in the room.

“Come on,” you said, sliding off the stool, your drink left behind, “I want to dance.”

You threaded your fingers through her’s and the feeling should have grown boring to her, but it still sent a shock through her system every time. You tugged on her until she followed behind, letting you lead her onto the dance floor.

“I’m not sure I’m going to be good at this,” she said, drawing closer to you in a bid to be heard over the music, “I haven’t danced in this body yet.”

“You’ll be fine,” you called back, taking both her hands.

You began to move your hips, swaying her hands back and forwards. She did her best to follow along, wanting to impress you. If she could dance like Yaz, maybe you’d ask her to dance with you again. You were smiling at her, eyes locked on her. She felt heat climbing in her cheeks, the way you slowly moved closer to her.

Disappointment curled in her stomach as you let her hands go, until you wrapped your arms around her neck. She hesitated, not sure what she was meant to do, overwhelmed as your body brushed against hers. Her hands fluttered either side of you.

You laughed, gently grasping them, putting them on your waist. Your arms around her neck pulled her half a step closer until the warmth of your body spread to her. Your hips were swaying and she wasn’t quite sure of herself, feeling her hearts pumping fast. You leant into her, your breath ghosting over the skin of her neck. She shivered in your arms, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

“Loosen up, Doc,” you said, your lips brushing against the shell of her ear, “you’re dancing like a wooden plank.”

Part of her wanted to draw away, to fall back through the crowd and return to the TARDIS to calm down. She felt as if she was going to explode with every brush of your skin against hers. Her hands slipped down to your hips without her permission. The way you looked at her had her cheeks aflame and her mouth growing dry.

You pressed closer to her, tightening your arms around her. There was no space anymore, nothing but you invading every sense she had. Your cheek was pressed against hers and she could feel every breath you took. Focusing on you, on the way her body felt, it made it easier to dance with you, the less she focused on it.

And then your lips brushed against the skin of her neck.

Her pulse jumped and she froze in the middle of the floor. You drew back, your eyebrows drawing together, stopping dancing as well. She tugged out of your hold, stumbling back from you. Your hand shot out, grasping for her, but the sleeve of her coat slipped through your fingers.

“Doctor?” She barely heard you over the thumping music.

She turned on her heels and disappeared in the crowd, not able to look at you any longer. Your wide eyed confusion stayed in her mind as she pushed past people, looking for space away from you. She couldn’t think clearly when you were there. She needed to think clearly.

The cool air of the evening smacked her in the face as she stumbled out of the door. She waved off the bouncer’s helping hand, shoving her hands deep in her pockets as she walked down the street, back towards her TARDIS. She needed a moment to clear her head, to push you out of it so she could go back to normal.

She placed both hands on the stone wall, rough against the skin of her palms, leaning against it with all her weight. She let out a long breath, still able to feel the ghost of your lips on her throat, burning into her skin. Her eyes slipped closed. She couldn’t shake you out of her brain. You consumed every corner.

“Doctor?”

She jumped, turning towards you. She hadn’t heard you following her, so focused on clearing you from her mind she hadn’t been paying attention. She cursed herself in every single language she knew for not keeping a better ear out.

You stood a little bit behind her, arms curled loosely around your waist. Without the flashing lights and the shadows it was much harder to ignore how much skin was on display. She was used to you in jeans and shirts, body hidden away where it wouldn’t distract her. It almost hurt trying to keep her eyes off you.

“Are you okay?” you asked, keeping your distance from her.

“Fine. I’m brilliant. Always brilliant. Why? Do I seem not brilliant? I’m totally brilliant. There is no one more brilliant than me. Except maybe you. You’re brilliant. I don’t tell you that enough. Absolutely fantastic,” she said.

“Thank you,” you said, “but you practically ran out of there. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

“You never make me feel uncomfortable.” She tripped over her words, hasty in her need to reassure you.

“Then what happened?” you asked, arms dropping to your side.

Her gaze bounced around the alley, not wanting to look at you. If she did, all thoughts would fly out of her brain and she’d say the truth, and she needed you to think she always had control of her thoughts. If she didn’t then you’d stop trusting her. You trusted her to always be in control.

She finally let herself look at you as she heard you take a step forward. She watched as you stumbled, your ankle crumpling under you. Rushing forward, she caught you, arms around your waist, holding you up.

“Ow,” you mumbled.

She brushed your hair back from your face, hating herself for enjoying the feel of you in her arms. You looked up at her. You were close enough for her to see every single colour in your eyes, to count your eyelashes. Your hands grasped her shoulders, keeping you steady. Your lower lip caught between your teeth, eyes widening.

Just like that all her thoughts were gone, an empty mind staring down at you.

“Doctor?”

She couldn’t stop staring at your lips. It was making her feel hot all over. Too many thoughts about what they’d feel like, what they’d taste like. She lent forward and she felt you stop breathing. All self control had left her body.

The first touch of her lips to yours had you gasping. She couldn’t tell if the sweetness on her tongue was left over from her drink or if it was you. Your fingers tightened on her shoulders, pulling her closer and she groaned into your mouth.

She pushed you back a step until her hand landed on the wall behind you. She felt your breath hitch in your chest but she was so busy tasting you she could only focus on the way you sighed into her mouth. Your fingers buried themselves in her hair and her hearts thudded hard. She pressed harder against you, needing to feel every inch of your body against her.

Hooking her hands under your thighs, she lifted you. You yelped, your mouth no longer on hers. Not wanting to stop, she pressed kisses along the column of your neck. Your head fell back and your fingers tightened in her hair, an interesting noise falling from your lips. She wondered if she could make you make it again.

She pressed against you more insistently. Your warmth was seeping into her and you kept making those small noises she wanted to hear more of. She’d never heard you make them before. If she had the choice, she’d keep hearing those noises for the rest of her life. It was making her feel hot all over.

“Doctor,” you sighed.

Her tongue swept over your skin, tasting salt and sweet mixing together. She couldn’t stop herself from sinking her teeth in, just for a moment. The noise you made was more intoxicating than any drink they could serve her in the bar. She wanted more, ever more, of you.

“Oi, you two.”

The Doctor ignored it, kissing you again, swallowing every gasp and moan. You were kissing her back with the same kind of abandon you used during every adventure. It was making her skin spark and she wondered what it would be like to touch every inch of you. So many possibilities, and she wanted to explore them all.

“Oi!”

A hand grasped her shoulder, different from yours, and nowhere near as welcome. You tugged on her hair again and any thought beyond kissing you so thoroughly you wouldn’t be able to remember your own name flew from her head. Her fingertips skimmed the hemline of your dress. And then you whined.

No one had a chance of stopping her after that.

She pushed her fingers past the point of your hemline. Just barely under your skirt, she dragged her fingertips up, keeping you up by pressing you harder against the wall. Your hands slipped out of her hair, cupping her face with both hands, holding her close. She couldn’t get enough, needing you closer, needing to feel every inch of you. There was nothing more beautiful than you in the entire universe.

She was dragged back by the hand still on her shoulder. You yelped, beginning to fall. Quick as possible she grabbed you again, keeping you held aloft. You looked dazed, kiss swollen lips and glazed eyes. You blinked, looking down at her, hands still on her face. She lent forward, wanting to taste you again.

“Oh no you don’t.”

She was pulled back again. You finally looked over her shoulder at whoever was behind her. You ducked your head, pressing it into her neck, giggling, but the heat of your skin was undeniable. She turned her head, looking over her shoulder.

Ryan had his hand on her shoulder, Yaz and Graham standing behind them. Yaz had her arms crossed, eyebrow raised. Graham looked very unimpressed.

“You left us in there to go get it on in some alley?” Ryan asked, “really?”

“We didn’t,” she said.

“You did,” Graham argued back, “we caught you red handed.”

“We didn’t come out here to get it on,” she said, trying to clear her mind. It was so hard with you wrapped around her, your breath hitting the skin of her neck. There was still a part of her wanting to ignore the rest of the Fam and go back to kissing you. It was much more interesting than the conversation they were trying to have with her.

“Sure you didn’t,” Ryan said, finally letting her go.

“Care to explain yourselves then?” Yaz asked.

“We were talking,” she said.

“We don’t have to explain ourselves to them,” you said, emerging from your hiding place, “they’re not our parents.”

The Doctor slowly let you go, regretting it the moment she felt you slip out from between her and the wall. You put your hands on your hips, glaring at the rest of the Fam. Her hearts thudded in her chest irregularly. How had she managed to go that long without kissing you?

“What we get up to is none of your business,” you told them, “we have every right to snog in an alleyway if we want. It’s not as if you didn’t know where we parked.”

“We didn’t know if you’d been kidnapped or something,” Ryan said.

“That was one time, and it wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t pointed me out to him,” you said.

“I did apologise for that,” he said, looking abashed.

“Right, well, the Doctor offered us a fun night, and I would like to continue that,” you said, grabbing the Doctor’s hand. You marched past the Fam, pushing the doors open to the TARDIS, pulling her along behind you. She grinned, excited to get back to the kissing.

She let her gaze wander over you as you led her through the halls. She was itching to get her hands on your legs again, to continue her exploration of your skin. She wanted to see how many more noises you could make. She planned on cataloguing them all.

She wasn’t expecting you to shove her down on your bed. You climbed onto her lap, threading your hands through the hair at the nape of her neck. She lent forward, eager to begin the kissing again. You tugged on her hair, pulling her back before her lips could get anywhere near you.

“I think you need to do some explaining,” you said with the lips that should have been on hers.

“About what?” she asked, resting her hands on your hips. She loved touching you like this now she was allowed to.

“About what was going on tonight,” you said, “you were acting weird almost the entire night, you ran off on me, then you kissed me when I tried to ask you what was going on.”

“And?”

“Do you want to explain what any of that meant?” you asked.

“Not particularly.” She lent forward again, determined to get her kiss. You tugged on her hair again, leaning away from her.

“I would,” you said, “please?”

She found it so difficult to say no to you, not when you were looking at her like that. You were irresistible to her, straddling her lap, wide eyes staring down at her.

“I suppose I could explain,” she said, preening as you smiled at her, “see, the thing is, you’re brilliant. Proper brilliant. Super brilliant. The brilliantest.”

She lent forward again, determined to get a kiss this time. She’d explained herself really well, she deserved a reward. Something sweeter than a custard cream and better than a package from the Kerblam man. You kissed her softly but then you were drawing back again. She tried to follow you, wanting to keep kissing you until the universe exploded. You put your hands on her face, holding her back, one thumb running along her cheekbone. It made her feel warm all over just looking at you.

“Keep going,” you said, “I need more explanation.”

“I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable because I think you’re specially brilliant. Proper specially brilliant. So much more specially brilliant than other people,” she said, “I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable but then you needed me to help you out and it became really difficult not to show you how specially brilliant I think you are, and you were touching me which makes its hard to think and I needed some air to think because if I can’t think then I can’t do anything but then you were right there looking all you like but more and then you hurt yourself and I was touching you and I couldn’t think anymore and you looked at me and I couldn’t stop myself because kissing is ace and it’s the most ace with you.”

“Lucky for you, you had nothing to worry about,” you said, leaning in towards her, “I’ve been thinking kissing you could be ace for some time now.”

You kissed her and kissed her and maybe she’d made the right decision by bringing you to that club.

[mulderscully]

"fourteen would've told rose he loved her on that beach." people continue to not understand ten, tenrose or what was happening in that scene.

no matter what ease fourteen has saying love about donna and wilf, rose is different.

she is fundamentally different because she makes him want things he cannot have in a way no one else does. the block between ten and rose is not repression in and of itself, it's ten intentionally holding back from her not because he wants her to stay with him forever, but because he wants to be human with her.

ten cannot do that, not because he and tentoo are any different in how they feel but because they simply have different opportunities. tentoo is ABLE to say i love you because he is human and feels free to do so, which ten was not. even IF tentoo had not existed, ten was not ready to let rose in the way i swear this fandom thinks he would've been.

and considering he just lost his family and entire race at that time, that's understandable! for fourteen there are NINE reasons since then. he has been three people. he has loved. the ponds, clara and yaz. he has spent millions of years in essentially hell for clara who he had to forget. he knows how it feels now which is why his behavior toward donna makes sense. like boo throw tomatoes at me but not everything is abt rose anymore jfc.

[capybaraonabicycle]

You know something I am really sad about is how the TARDIS interior changed for tenteen. It would have been a whole different story if the clothes had been normal but like this? Everthing the Doctor was just vanished and got replaced. The screwdriver coming out of nothing? The outfit? A new fancy TARDIS?

10 kept the TARDIS from 9 and 12 from 11. 13 had to fight to get her TARDIS back and built herself a new screwdriver in the meantime. 11 had to let her recalibrate until she was usable again and gave him a new screwdriver (? I think ? Don't quite remember where he got the sonic) All of them CHOSE their new outfit and had a whole thing where they searched for it.

And tenteen just gets all those things like this, appearing in his lap. Which is convenient, sure, but I feel like he really lost the identification process on the way. Maybe not as important for him as he knows the body and mind and companion already (in theory) but like, I am not surprised he is going through it like this. He just wanted to hang on to Yaz, wasn't allowed that, lost her, decided she was gonna be excited for change, didn't really get change either and then everything they could hold onto as part of their last identity, everything that was theirs to let go off, just got ripped out of his hands replaced with a weird mixture of 'look how new and nice and shiny' and 'isn't that lovely reminiscent of 4 bodies ago'. No wonder they are running on their gingiva*, I would be so lost and disoriented in his place.

And then obviously from a meta pov I dislike that 15 is apparently copying tenteen's TARDIS now. We got a scene of tenteen exploring the new TARDIS and being excited but for 15 he has already had 1.5 adventures with her. And while we couldn't put tenteen into the old clothes it was okay to put 15 in underwear? Wouldn't it have made much more sense to have the weird clothes' thing happen with the mitosis regeneration? (like, I wouldn't have liked that either but it is a little weird how tenteen got a full suit and 15 got the bare minimum)

And I hate how it feels like every part that made the Doctor 13 got erased as quickly as possible. Luckily, there were a few references at least - if no one got me I know the psychic paper got me <3 - and I GET why the fam didn't show up in the puppet show but like, couldn't you have left tenteen the TARDIS interior at least? I am sure Donna would have liked the crystal columns <3

It feels very rtd to have tenteen showered with gifts he can't even want and that are way too much while others are erased or overshadowed by him and get the leftovers.

On a similar note, I was also direly missing post-regeneration haze for both of them. Who knows (well people who have watched the Christmas special, I guess), maybe that's yet to come for 15? But like how are they supposed to function without running about without a clue and passing out every 5s for a day or two?

*German expression, means to be on one's last legs

[autisticstevenuniverse]

Rating Every Nu Who Episode: Season 11

The Woman Who Fell to Earth: 8/10 fantastic character intro, she's so hyper I love her. Having a disabled companion WITH DYSPRAXIA YES. The story is nonsensical but in like a fun way. Lost a point for immediately fridging Grace.

The Ghost Monument: 6/10 the plot is soooooo slow, it has some fun parts but mostly they just trudge through the desert. Gained two points just for the self lighting cigar thing.

Rosa: 9/10 I appreciate the head-on addressing of historical racism, and I always love a time traveling villain we haven't seen before.

Arachnids in the UK: 7/10 shallow episode but in a fun way.

The Tsuranga Conundrum: 7/10 I love everything about the characters and pace of this episode, and even the "villain" is fine, but the solution felt a bit rushed to me like the writers weren't sure how to solve it either.

Demons of the Punjab: 10/10 very sweet and lovely historical episode, also love it when the threatening aliens are not actually the bad guys.

Kerblam: 3/10 and that's after gaining a couple points for the interesting setting of space Amazon. Why did the episode set up the company as evil and horrible to humans...and then have the bad guys be the humans trying to stop it? Even if they were going to do that, why was there no solution at the end to either dismantle the company or improve the system. Just, what?

The Witchfinders: 5/10 it felt a little all over the place and didn't hold my attention.

It Takes You Away: 8/10 love the characters, love the message that you can't get lost in your grief to the exclusion of life, love the genuine regret with which Thirteen leaves her new friend, love having a blind character for whom that is never the issue.

The Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos: 8/10 it was fun in a dark way.

Resolution: 4/10 the daleks are fine inside their shells, I don't need them coming out.

Bonus Character Ratings:

Thirteen: 10/10 no notes love her.

Yaz: 9/10 I like her dynamic with Ryan as having sort of known each other once but not being super close. She's clever and doesn't panic but also doesn't get lost in the thrill. Loses a point because she should have been a social worker not a cop.

Ryan: 10/10 love everything about him and his complicated, sometimes validly grumpy feelings. I love how compassionate he is without that being all he is.

Graham: 10/10 he provides a nice unique perspective as an older companion, and his arc with Ryan is very good.

[the-bi-fangirl-biatch]

go bestie expose your feelings about the ending😔✌️

before i say anything, these are my OWN opinions! no one take them as me speaking for everyone. you can either respectfully discuss in the reblogs/replies or make your own post if you disagree that much, thank you!!

everything else is under the cut bc oh gosh this is actually pretty long lmao (dw, I have a TL;DR at the end)

let me start with the LOWS of the episode and work my way to a more positive light :)))

first off, we had no resolution to the fob watch/timeless child arc. I can still understand this bit because it's part of the mystery, but it feels like there's so much plot whose ends they still haven't tied together. did she just drop the fob watch containing ALL HER PAST MEMORIES inside the TARDIS and ignore it?? did the doctor really not tell yaz about the memories? did she do that offscreen? like- what? they set up so many plots and didn't even end up continuing them like they deserve

next is how they handled sapphic ships, specifically lesbian ships. I don't know much about the classic companions but from what i've seen, tegan and nyssa are supposed to be together and ace is lesbian-coded, but what we got was retconned tyssa and ace flirting with graham?? and I also disliked how they implied that tegan's life was so dull after being left by the doctor.

they also didnt resolve thasmin at all like?? they gave yaz SO MUCH character development and it looked like her relationship with 13 was gonna have a better resolution because of how they added more of it in EOTD and LOTSD but no?? what happened to "I want to tell you everything" and "if it was gonna be anyone it would've been you"? they just ended it with a nod and walking away silently? now here, I can understand that they both don't want to say goodbye (the doctor bc she hates goodbyes and yaz bc she's holding out hope that they may see each other again) BUT we deserve more than just that. (maybe this is bc I was imagining a killing eve s3 finale-esque goodbye wherein both yaz and the doctor stop in their tracks and turn around for a final goobye kiss, but that's on me lmao)

in addition to that, why is it that the first sapphic doctor is the only one who didn't get a kiss in her entire run, when she had so much chances to kiss yaz? and please don't say "we know it's confirmed to be romantic so we don't need the kiss" bc we have had enough shipping based on subtext and post-show confirmations. i agree that physical touch doesn't define a relationship but can't we have it this once? would it be so hard to give us this on their final day?

finally, imo they hardly gave enough time for jodie to say goodbye to her role properly. it would still have been ok if the episode was only filled to the brim with classic who nostalgia, but then they made her regenerate to 10. instead of giving her (the first female doctor) or ncuti (the first black doctor) the spotlight, they decide to bring back the most popular (and most used) doctor, david tennant. don't get me wrong i LOVE david as a person, but there's a difference between bringing someone back for a cameo and overusing them. with all honesty, I'm tired of him and ten 🤷.

and not only that, they took their most popular (white male cishet) doctor, aka the one that most if not all NMDs compare jodie to, and put him at the end as a cliffhanger? like he was the one they should have been waiting for? they must know that they're diverting people's attention away from appreciating jodie's ending and ncuti's beginning. I keep seeing stuff on twitter like "finally, the good doctor who! they're gonna restore doctor who back to its formal glory! this will prove that the female doctor was a mistake!" which is UTTER BULLSHIT

now here are the HIGHS of the episode because there were a lot of them too:

I LOVED how this episode gave closure to some of the classic companions, aka tegan and ace. I squealed when ace called the doctor "professor" and I'm glad they didn't shy away from showing that a previous companion was (rightfully) upset with the doctor. and all the callbacks! the nitro 9, ace's jacket, and her bat, too. don't even get me STARTED on the "support group for former companions" because that was amazing. IAN WAS THERE?!?!? and it gives such a good open end to them, not only for future projects but also for fanfiction lmao.

the plot of this episode was impressive and fun. its length contributed significantly because it defo wouldn't have worked if it wasn't as long. I really wasnt expecting it to make as much sense as it did because it was a great undertaking, but I'm glad it did. it showed the best parts of chibnall's take on doctor who (utilizing iconic classic who elements well and his own take on history).

THE CHARACTERS!!! gahdamn I loved how they gave the characters their own jobs that only they can handle, like kate and tegan with the cybermen (bc of their history with them), ace with the daleks (same reason, her history) and yaz saving the doctor (bg their PARALLELS here I wanna bawl).

I was also obsessed with the master in this episode!! Sacha played him as such an unhinged little pathetic brat man (affectionate) but he also proved that he was more than capable of delivering powerful scenes. compare the humour of the rasputin dance sequence vs the master so desperately wanting to be the doctor because he feels lonely. he's one of the consistently great things about this episode. i will be hearing RA RA RASPUTIN on repeat in my head for the foreseeable future (as well as thirteen's theme 😭😭😭).

Yaz taking charge!!! my little badass who's grown from being unsure about facing a potential threat in s11 to kicking (the master's) ass, saving ace, flying the tardis like it was nothing, and reversing a regeneration?!?! and not to mention Mandip's acting. she's proven that she has the range of badass action, deep emotion, hilarious comedy, and just raw heart. she's amazing, showstopping, phenomenal. and out of my favourite companions, yaz is the one I connect to the most, both with her struggles (in her mental health, in growing as a person, and in learning she's queer) and her strengths (hopefully her heart, her love for friends, her courage), so to see her grow at the same time as I have is so special to me.

finally, people may disagree with me on this, but I love thirteen's regeneration speech, due to the fact that she did not do it on her own, she didnt just talk to herself on that cliffside (that was just the last bit). most of her speech was to YAZ, her companion, her friend, the one who's supposed to be the viewer's stand-in. her entire message of "goodbyes only hurt because what came before was so special, and it's been so special. no body else got to be us, no body else got to live our days, no body. and my hearts are so full of love for all of you" was not just the doctor to yaz, but jodie and mandip to us. and idc if yall don't like her last words, "Tag, you're it" is SO THIRTEEN and is instantly iconic.

TL;DR I disliked: the abandoned fob watch plot, how they handled sapphic/lesbian characters, the way they hinted at thasmin but never properly resolved them, nostalgia overtaking Jodie's time to say goodbye, and yet another doctor played by david tennant, who I think is overused I LOVED: the closure this gave to tegan and ace, both of them and kate being given unique spotlight, the Former Companion Support Group™️, Sacha Dhawan as the Master, Mandip GIll as Yaz, seeing how much yaz has grown, Jodie Whittaker as The Doctor, aaand 13's regeneration speech (which was directed to yaz and to us, not just to herself)

[timetreatment]

@timetakeover​ discord thread continued under cut

The Doctor was falling apart. One difficult mission after the next, and in the last one, she almost lost Yaz. She certainly couldn't talk to Yaz about it, how she would lose her someday and be left alone. The Doctor knew what would fix her. She just really didn't want to do it.

When she didn't think he was dead, it was never difficult to find him when she really wanted to. He left her little clues, just in case. Always had. Things only the Doctor would understand, encrypted with the code of their history together, that would lead her right to him if she wanted to find him. She was bitterly amused to see he kept the tradition up, but deep down she wasn't surprised. It was what they had always done in the old days. Everything had been so different since the Time War, in so many ways. They hadn't done this in lifetimes.

She knew he heard her TARDIS noise when she landed outside of his TARDIS. It still took the form of that little house. Was something wrong with his chameleon circuit? The Doctor shook her head. No. She wasn't curious or concerned about him. This didn't mean anything. This was simply a tried and true curative, and she needed to fix herself before Yaz noticed something was going on.

The Doctor stood outside his front door, unable to make herself knock. Fix me, she thought. Just fix me. I don't want to ask for it.

She kicked the door instead. He knew she was here, anyway. She was sure of it. "Let me in already!"

She knows where to find him. She always has. It's still a surprise when he hears the faint sound of a TARDIS landing just outside his doorstep. He'd recognize the sound anywhere, he's listening for it, and yet… he's sure at first that it's his imagination run wild, the sound of her joining the drums that taunt him on long nights like these. How long has it been since he's been able to trust his own mind?

But, then she's kicking the door, shouting, and he nearly runs to let her in. Door is yanked open, though this still feels like a dream, and she's standing there, looking angry as ever. He wants to ask what this is about, what she could possibly want from him. He doesn't know any more about her past than what he's already told her, he's not actively scheming anything. He knows their routine, but he also knows just how badly he's fucked everything up since the last time they indulged in it.

Still, he smiles at the sight of her. It's almost genuine, despite the worry and confusion knitted into his brows. "Funny running into you here. Thought you'd be busy with your little humans."

He looks... Tired. And handsome, so frustratingly gorgeous in every new regeneration. It was easier to enjoy it before. Now how pretty this body is just makes the betrayal sting worse. She could have been the one enjoying this body if he hadn't have given up when things got hard.

She scowls. "I'm not in the mood to hear you natter on. This is just a moment of weakness, that's all."

She almost pushes past him, but she hesitates; softens. She needs to make sure this is still allowed. "I still don't approve of the things you do," she says, voice gentler. She knew the lines; so did he. She just hadn't said them since the Time War. She looks for him to continue the familiar back and forth, waiting.

His smile, concerned, suspicious, softens slightly as her voice does. It feels like he's in control again, like she's asking permission, like this is okay. It would be worse if she pushed past him, if things were proven to be different. He wants to grab the control she's offering it and take it to the extreme. How easy it would be to grab her wrist and yank her inside, to make some smart ass remark just so that she knows he can, that he's not vulnerable, that he's not afraid of losing her, that he's not Missy anymore.

She's crawling back to him, not the other way around. He feels raw, like he's going to come apart at the stitches if he doesn't clench his fists and desperately hold himself together. He wants to rub her face in it; that she needs him, that she's not better than him, that they're both fucked up disasters and they're on an equal playing field. That he's dragged her down to whatever low he's at.

He opens his mouth to speak; closes it, glances away. He's on thin ice. She's a cornered animal and if he pushes she knows she'll change her mind. She'll leave. He makes eye contact again, but steps to the side, gestures for her to enter. "Yeah. Okay. Come in."

She can see the journey on his face. She knows the effort it takes for him not to say something stupid and ruin it. She'd almost be appreciative that he never changes if it weren't so annoying. Still, he lets her inside. She brushes against him as she passes by, accidentally, and turns it into intentionally bumping into him with her shoulder to cover up how flustered is.

"Right," she said. His TARDIS still looked like a house on the inside. It was messy. None of her business. She didn't care how he was doing. "No touching me. No talking, either. Just lay down beside me in your bed. That's it. You can read a book or something."

She brushes against him. He notices, of course, would've still noticed just the heat radiating off of her even if she hadn't touched him. Her presence is electric, even angry and distant like this. She covers by shoving her shoulder into him. It gives her away. She wouldn't feel the need to mask it if the soft touch hadn't affected her the same way it affected him. She's all talk, all posturing, further confirmed by the way she starts barking orders.

He follows behind her, closes the front door. He wishes he'd tidied up a little bit. There's a scarf left out on an armchair, one he hopes she won't recognize as her own that's long since gone missing. He's irritated more than embarrassed, really. She could've given him some notice instead of just showing up, like she expects him to sit around waiting for her, like she's entitled to his attention whenever she demands it. Sure, he was sitting around waiting for her, but what right does she have to call him out on that?

"Oooh, permission to read a book in my own TARDIS. So generous, Doctor." He pushes past her to lead the way to the bedroom, shoulders brushing. Soft enough to be an accident, carelessness rather than an intentional refusal of the rules she's only just set.

She gives a condescending smile. "Or whatever you like. Play a video game. Ingenious little creation, those are. You should try them if you haven't."

Still, she can't help but notice her surroundings. She doesn't want to, she desperately wants to shut out every bit of information about her old friend that might make her resolve weaken even faster, but she's got the ability to absorb detail of a Time Lord. She can't not notice. She can see the signs of depression everywhere, starting with the fact that he never redid his interior after his scheme, continuing on with the cups and dishes he hadn't had the energy to clean up, and finishing with the dark circles under his eyes. She saw them. She just didn't care. Of course she didn't.

Even if she hesitates for a moment, wondering if she should say something. No matter if her hand pauses in the air, wanting to touch his shoulder to offer some kind of reassurance. She doesn't do it, so it doesn't matter. She cared as little as he did, when it came down to it. She knew, from experience, that he wouldn't be there when she needed him most.

She turns away, looking for his bed. Her eyes burn, but a moment of furious blinking is enough to alleviate the problem.

"Stay or go as you please. I needed some time alone. I knew you'd never have any friends over."

The last thing the Doctor ever wanted to be was alone, and they both knew it. The humiliation of how much she needed him during their shared childhood burned deep. And she'd never stopped needing him, had she? After everything he'd done, here she was again.

She hated it. She hated herself. She hated him. She found his bed and saw it was unmade just like it always was back at the Academy and crawled into it just so she could face the wall and there was no chance of him seeing her take another moment of furious blinking.