#yaz replies

[captain-noir]

how can you ship loustat when loumand exists? im not being rude im just curious because armand is the love of louis life and they have been longer together than lestat and louis. armand doesnt cheat on louis he doesnt beat louis so i dont understand how someone who claims to love louis would not want him with the better man. again not being rude

anon please please please and i cannot stress this enough please realize that i realy dont give an iota of fuck about whats supposedly good better or healthy for louis you know why because louis doesnt exist he isnt real none of this is real its fiction the only thing i care about is if im getting an interesting and stimulating story personally im indifferent to loumand because both anne and louis were indifferent to them i can appreciate their anti-romance their unfulfilled aborted love story on like an intellectual level but it leaves me emotionally dead and cold but also crucially i came for the operatic drama and only one ship is delivering on that front maybe if louis tried to kill armand and maybe if their hearts were to beat in tandem and maybe if there was an invisible cord tying them together and maybe if they had their second honeymoon in the midst of a murder plot and maybe if they had apocalyptic jealousy fits at the mere thought of the other with a third and maybe if they created a vampire child to trap and doom each other for eternity and maybe if the spectre of one haunted the other post murder attemp and maybe if their divorce led to the near extinction level genocide of the vampire species and maybe if and maybe if and maybe if .....

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

YES. yes!!!!

like the thing i keep running into is that it's kind of very easy to make the heartbreak about the regeneration(/transness). you could make 14&yaz a grieving the living sort of story. you could go sort of the rose "can you change back?" or 12 "you cant see me" route. but i think while that sentiment might be there somewhere for yaz it's way way down at the bottom of the list of things shes struggling with. like she has bigger things to be upset about right?

i think 14&yaz is not a grieving the living kind of story even though it might look like that on its face because i think thasmins last months (between sea devils and potd) were that story. i think theyve already done all the grieving. and i also think they were both so deadset on keeping the other alive, they cant help but be relieved too now because theyre both alive! safe! on earth! they got each other home!

they already did the grieving, together-apart, parallel but not talking about it. and now whats there is mostly i think relief, and for yaz all the anger she hasnt allowed herself to feel for like 5(, 6, 7?) years, and for the doctor a sort of involuntary detachment that comes with having regenerated. the doctor has a scar where yaz has an open wound. which i think in some ways helps because it makes 14 able to be there for yaz in the way 13 never could but it's also really painful right? if youre in yazs position

i wrote a little sex scene between them yesterday that im probably not gonna post i was just curious to see what would happen and !!!!!!! the amount of tension between two people who trust each other so absolutely. delicious. like the tension that used to be there between yaz and 13 in all the things left unsaid is completely deflated by yaz and 14 saying almost everything out loud. not always in the most direct way and definitely not in the most honest and fair good open communication kinda way, but they do say things now. so this like taut string between them is cut and completely gone and to balance it out (bc without tension no scene) this entirely new kind of tension appears. like it goes from this:

to two of this:

idk if im making sense. it was the most interesting scene ive ever written. not bc i wrote it well, just bc of the situation. also at one point the doctor was like i dont know what you want so Show Me and yaz was like Okay!!!! and that inversion too i thought was really interesting. i know i wrote it but like i dont make the decisions here i just write down what happens alright. yaz initiated because she was like I Just Need To Know. yaz is like i want to have had sex with you last year and we're time travellers so this works right?

[thirddoctor]

"Stick with me" is weird but I also never quite got his whole thing in Spyfall: so he's crashing the plane and says, "Something you should know in the seconds before you die. Everything that you think you know... is a lie." Then he rocks up in the finale and says "I told you before that everything you knew was a lie. Well, now you get to face the truth, with me at your side." But the first time his plan was to kill the Doctor... so she wouldn't have found out if she'd died in the plane. Wot.

That one doesn't really bother me because the Master is just like that with the Doctor. Missy's whole plan in S8 hinges on giving the Doctor a Cyber army and yet before she does that she leaves him to fall to his death out an airplane. Ainley is like "the cosmos without the Doctor scarcely bears thinking about" and then tries to kill him an hour later. It's just habit at this point I guess, even when it's against their best interests to kill them.

[merlwybs-wife]

What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

Yaz: With Yaz, it's probably his softer side. He has a real soft side for animals, especially cats. I headcanon that he visits a stray colony that lingers near the fisherman's guild in Limsa. Feeds them. Even ended up taking one in, after she got into a bad fight. He also likes to crochet. Especially cute little plushie anigurumi type things. Marsnek: I think something that throws people off often is the fact Marsnek is also a businessman. Yes, he's incredibly hedonistic-- but he's a workaholic as well. People don't generally suspect the charming courtesan to also run an investigation & relic acquisition firm. Nor do they expect him to be so educated.

How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

Yaz: Frankly, I don't think Yaz wants to be seen. Marsnek: Despite the fact Marsnek wants to be seen as a charming, amiable individual-- he ultimately wants people to assume he's weak and fragile. It's a lot easier to manipulate people & backstab them if need be if they don't suspect you're a threat.

What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

Yaz: This is so hard lmao It's probably his escapism/fleeing from problems combined with the fact he has a personality ripe for addiction. He did get severe alcohol poisoning and almost died, after all. Marsnek: I think, literally-speaking, Marsnek's fatal flaw is his tendency to cling to the first good thing. It repetitively puts him in situations where he's fallen for abusive men, and it has indeed almost cost him his life.

Thank you for the asks!

[ordinariums-a]

@adragonrider​ cont. from here!

Yaz wasn’t the kind of person to fade into the background, or stand on the side-lines. Her friendship with The Doctor was proof enough of that. Not to mention, all of that time in police training. Still, she wasn’t dumb, either. And if she had any sense, she’d know that anything coming from the sky would be a little too big to handle conventionally.

Then again, with everything that she’d had to deal with so far, she was far from scared. No. Instead, she was intrigued, and hell bent on any answers this lady could give. “Yeah, well, I’m not in the habit of leavin’ people behind. So if I’m runnin’, you are too, yeah? Now, do you have any idea of what’s goin’ on?”

[crue11]

 hollowness was the first word that came to his mind – though yazoo often chose to believe that it's merely a reflection of his creator's intentions . to bind the triplets to the source , to sephiroth , to have them yearn for his presence . yazoo raises a brow , lowers his gaze and allows the other to circle around him . [ @warofthebeasts ] in his state of being watched as a prey , yazoo quietly mumbles ; ❛ you're not him . . . ❜

    * cont.

[ofbluehues]

" Oi, ˢᵒʳʳʸ, w h a t are you doing !? "

[evergardenwall]

8 & 13 for the non American asks!

8. do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom?

i have personally never been confused with other nationalities, but my sister has, for some reason🤷‍♀️

13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?

hmmmmm on the top of my head, i don't think so? i don't think i am self-aware enough to know sjsjs

“hi, I’m not from the US” ask set

[730hcck]

LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[picnokinesis]

WhatsApp ypur favorite Part of Part 6 and what is ypur most annoying Part either because it is/was annoying to write or the Charakters just make stupid decisions sksksk?

The typo at the start is killing me bless - but hmmmmm

Ok so the way part 6 works means that there are a few scenes that come around more than once, from different POVs. There are about...two scenes that have three different POVs. The first scene of these was probably one of my favourite bits to write, mostly because Graham decides to cause chaos on purpose on the behalf of Ryan, which was just SO much fun to write and entirely unplanned, he just. Did it. And it was perfect. I also really like that scene, because you gradually learn more information about a past event each time the scene comes around, plus it's fascinating how different characters focus on different things within the same scene.

My least favourite part is the second of those scenes, which I'm actually working on now (it's why I got super stuck earlier in the year, and then also in mid-2022 as well) - mostly because logistically it's just SO hard. In the first scene, the characters are having a chat in a hallway. In this second scene, there are SO many moving parts. Characters are waiting outside and texting each other and coming and going and running into dangerous places and making it all FIT is suuuuuuuuuch a pain. Plus, it involves some rather difficult conversations and tricky dialogue (AND I actually hate rewriting scenes I've already done, so I lowkey doomed myself with this part)

So, mostly, this part has just been a pain to write for structural/logistical reasons. Emotionally and character wise, it's actually been really fun. Graham and Ryan, in particular, have been absolute stars to write in this one. The Doctor and Yaz, on the other hand....

[mizgnomer]

Behind the Scenes of The Star Beast - Part Three

Excerpt from Benjamin Cook’s Star Beast Set Visit in DWM 597:

Meanwhile on set, Catherine Tate is struggling to carry a stack of cardboard boxes through the market. To be fair, it’s a lofty stack. Her vision is impaired. She cannot see. “I think this is the reason I don’t drive,” she says. “I’ve got no brain for spacial awareness. How do I look?” “Amazing,” says Yasmin Finney (known as Yaz), who plays Donna’s daughter, Rose. “This is certainly a moment,” she adds. “Yes, it is, thank you,” says Catherine, dropping the boxes. None of this is in the script. “How can I make it look like I know what I’m doing?” Here’s what’s scripted: “Hold on. Hold on! Let me help,” says the Doctor, running over. He takes the top box and sees who it is – oh no! “Thank you very much,” says Donna. Very calmly, the Doctor puts the box back. “Oi! Do you mind?!” she says. “If you’re finished playing games, mister.”

Despite “the incredible scope” – Rachel’s words [Rachel Talalay, director] – of this Camden shoot, it’s characterful moments like this one, the Doctor and Donna meeting again after all these years, that make The Star Beast’s hearts beat. “Actors of this calibre don’t lose sight of that,” says Rachel, “and neither must I. Russell has written it so brilliantly – I adore Russell – so I have to make sure these moments work. They’re the emotional core of this episode, and this is the moment we’ve all been waiting for: the Doctor and Donna, back together! Setting eyes on each other again…” “Would I keep hold of the box?” wonders David. “I suppose I’ve got to be polite somehow.” “I think it’s that or he runs away,” agrees Rachel. “Yeah, sure. No, absolutely.” “Still looking good,” Yaz whispers to Catherine, encouragingly, as the boxes are re-stacked. “I know,” Catherine whispers back, “I’m feeling damn fine. I think it’s the shoes.” She has a question for Rachel: “When I say, ‘This stuff’s not mine, it’s hers. Oh, where’s she gone? Rose! ROSE!’, am I looking at him” – this is David – “or at the boxes, or looking around for Yaz?” “Well…” replies Rachel (this is the director’s lot: fielding dozens of question every minute), “I think you’d be looking at David, but what feels more natural? And when you do the very loud ‘ROSE!’, is that working for you both?” “It’s working for me,” says David. “It’s quite weird, she’s shouting it in my face –” “Donna’s in her own world, isn’t she?” says Catherine. “I like that.” “I like that too,” says David. So does Rachel. “I totally trust you guys’ instincts.” “Oh, I wouldn’t do that,” says Catherine, with a chortle.

A huge THANK YOU to everyone who posted set photos

I’ll post additional parts in the coming months with the  #whoBtsBeast tag. The full episode list is [ here ]

[captain-noir]

Your tags re: Louis and those three words is why whenever anyone tries to be smug about him not having said them to Lestat, I'm like genuinely it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how many times Louis is gonna pull "love of my life" out of his ass about Armand when he's still talking about his ex from some 80 years ago whom he at one point plotted to kill. I can't even put emphasis on how Lestat may feel about the words because I'll have to endure Louis being embarrassingly gone for this man for the entire show. Those three words not being said aren't gonna help when this man is beyond help as it is

agree but also whats there to be smug about?! louis' dead eyed white knuckle grip as he gives the most 'im off the deep end' smile like poor armand is the rebound boyfriend of the century he's there listening to louis describe sex with lestat being the best he ever had knowing armand would die for a taste and will never get it. black tar heroin multipled by miles to the rings of saturn and back is an insane thing to say i dont care how much of a cuck armand is. its been 70 plus years and louis still cant talk about lestat without crying and running out the room like they had to rehearse this version of the story and still his love and affection for that blonde demon broke through the levees theyve erected. but also i dont want louis to say those words any time soon thats his leverage in his failmarriage and he shouldnt say it if he wants to win at their mindgames like sorry maybe im too deranged but i want lestat to never ever feel secure in louis' love for him where's the fun in that like maybe once every century louis can throw him a bone and the rest of the time he has to like infer from louis emotinally witholding ass self!

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine not liking the Doctor’s plan to work with Agent O...

“Oh! You’re here. Perfect!” You walked around the console, arms wrapped with multicoloured wires, and proceeded over to Ryan where you transferred the mess into his arms.  

“Uh, what’s all this then?” The young man asked with a frown. Yaz and Graham squinted at the odd behaviour and watched you grin with wide eyes. 

“I’ve finally created the Miniaturisation Materialiser out of some coat hangers and a car tyre in the basement.”

“We have a basement?” Ryan’s question fell on deaf ears as you led the trio to what looked like a toaster sitting on the console. The appliance was hooked up to several wires that ran along the TARDIS floor into Ryan’s arms before disappearing below the panels under their feet.

You grabbed two slices of toast from a little glove compartment and placed them in the toaster, pressing the small knob down. There was a small sizzle until the toaster sparked small white electricity for a second and the bell rang.

The toast popped up and Yaz, Ryan, and Graham leaned in to take a closer look. 

“They’ve shrunk to the size of a grape.” Yaz commented.

You nodded and spun around with excitement. “I know! Isn’t it great?” 

Ryan chuckled but Graham tilted his head.

“It’s wonderful Y/n, truly. But wouldn’t it make more sense to create something that makes food bigger?” 

You squinted curiously, pondering over the suggestion. You lifted the toaster and scanned its outer casing.

“Like an Enhanced Extrapolation Enlarger ... yes, I think we can manage this easily.” You reached back and opened your hand, palm facing up. “Graham, give me your shoe.”

“My what?”

“Y/n, I hope you’re powering that thing safely.” The Doctor parented as she entered her travelling vehicle. She often found that when she left you alone for a day, you had created something new.

Nodding, you lowered the device and took the wires back from Ryan. “Don’t get your sonic in a knot. I rerouted the comms through the swimming pool and the navigation systems are funnelling from the carousel. All temporary.”

“Huh.” The Doctor mused as she reached the satellite screen. “Maybe leave the carousel funnel, I’m getting some great readings. Points for innovation.”

You beamed with pride. Turning to your friends, you gestured for them to walk to an open panel by the stairs. 

“So, how was it? I thought you were going to be back later.”

“O found something on the aliens.” Yaz replied.

“O?” You wondered, dropping the wires into the floor. The TARDIS doors opened once more and a familiar face walked in. “Oh.” 

You shoulders slumped when the guest entered the TARDIS, his eyes filled with wonder and awe at the interior. Spotting you, O smiled as he made his way over to you and stuck out his hand.

You eyed the friendly expression and stared at the open handshake. Then you turned on your heel and called out to the woman behind the console. 

“Really?”

The Doctor’s head popped up quickly at the question, her furrowed brows quickly darting up when she realised what the issue was. 

“Y/n, play nice.”

“But-”

“We need all the help we can get.”

Laying down her expectations, the doctor disappeared once more. You exhaled loudly and looked back at O. One smile from him and you rolled your eyes before walking off in the opposite direction. 

Graham caught the tension flying from the pair and gently tapped O’s arm. “Why are they so mad at you?” 

O shook his head with a small smile. “You know, I don’t think they could quite figure me out.”

Masterlist here

[thirddoctor]

The Yaz/Dhawan thing - my suspicion is that it was just ad-libbed acting from Mandip and Sacha to inject some chemistry, rather than just the 2 of them standing side by side. Shame it wasn't developed further. Dhawan's Master seems the type to develop an obsession with a companion and try to turn them against the Doc.

It's in the script so it wasn't adlibbed, though it's possible they played it up a little more. I think part of it was misdirection, so people wouldn't see the Master reveal coming. But there's also this that happens after the reveal:

What is he talking about? He is literally about to leave her to die. What does "stick with me" mean in this context?

idk it's just kinda weird

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Good Girl (13th Doctor x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You had trouble when the Doctor said a certain phrase

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: praise kink

The first time she’d done it, it was like your brain had short circuited. You froze, not sure what to do with yourself. Your skin felt overheated and your breath caught in your throat. Your fingers clenched and only later would you find the half moon imprints on your palm left over from the bite of your fingernails.

“Good girl.”

The murmur of the Doctor’s voice, typically quiet, echoed in your ears. It rang through your head. She wasn’t even looking at you, already distracted. All you’d done was make a suggestion, wanting to help her as much as you could. It had been said softly, barely more than a whisper, not something to be heard by another person. You weren’t sure she’d even meant to say it.

A nudge from Yaz’s elbow had brought you back, rebooting your brain. She slipped her hand through your arm, guiding you after the Doctor as she prattled on, spiralling off from your initial idea.

“You okay?” she asked, keeping her voice quiet.

“Perfect,” you replied, not needing anyone to know what had happened.

The second time she’d done it, you knew she hadn’t been talking to you. After a long adventure with entirely too much running, she’d agreed to take you all home. She’d been at the console for longer than usual, hands stroking over parts of it, mumbling to herself.

“Good girl.”

The pride in the Doctor’s voice when they landed was palpable. Your knees turned to jelly and you had to grasp on to some of the railing to stay upright. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and your mouth turned dry. You couldn’t tear your eyes from her, despite her back being to you. You were surprised by how much you wanted to see her lips form the words.

“Come on, you lot,” she said, barely offering a glance over her shoulder before bounding out the doors.

Ryan clapped you on the shoulder, pushing you forward with a soft shove. You stumbled over your own feet, trying to reconnect your brain to the rest of your body. The fresh air helped clear your muddied mind.

The third time she’d done it, you’d been curled up on one side of the sofa, late at night, alone with her on the other. A strangled noise fought its way out of your throat, no matter how hard you tried to keep it quiet. You pressed your thighs tightly together, your book lying forgotten in your lap.

“Good girl.”

The Doctor’s voice was rough, tired, like sandpaper, and you could feel it scrape against your skin. You’d been reading out loud to her, a quiet murmur in the late hour. She’d asked you to stop, her praise given for your silence.

Her eyes turned up to you, widening barely a fraction of an inch. You felt your cheeks heat up and you ducked your head. She wasn’t meant to have heard, you didn’t want her to have heard. Your fingers tapped against the pages of the book. She shifted, the sofa cushions compensating for the change. A warm hand landed on top of yours, stilling your fingers.

“I should probably go to bed,” you said, the words quick on your tongue, “it’s late and I’m sure you have something wonderful planned for tomorrow.”

You stood, abrupt enough for her to fall back from you. You can’t bear to look at her as you hurried out of the room.

The fourth time she’d done it, you were treading water, struggling against the roiling waves of the ocean. Your hair was plastered to your head and adrenaline was still coursing through your veins. Your laughter cut off and you thought the sea might turn to steam where it touched your skin. You shivered, her arms holding on to you, keeping you from drifting away.

“Good girl.”

You’d always been good at following instructions. Jumping off the cliff at the Doctor’s shouted command had been one of the wilder ones you’d followed but you trusted her with your life. Still gasping from the rush, the words had come tumbling from her lips. Water drops clinging to her skin, her eyes were bright and her smile was wide.

She was so close, her arms around your waist. Your hands were resting on her shoulders and having her so close as those words came from her lips was both heaven and hell. She was watching you and you were finding it hard to catch your breath.

“I do appreciate when people can follow instructions,” she said, still grinning that beautiful grin, “surprisingly rare but a good skill to have. I wish everyone had your skills. Good skills. Brilliant skills. Brilliant person.”

“Thank you.”

A wave buffeted you both. She grinned, letting you go and making her way to shore. It took a moment for your brain to kick back in, to remember how to use your arms and legs appropriately. The cold water was the best thing for you in that moment.

The fifth time she’d done it, you knew she did it on purpose. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip and your breath stuttered in your chest. Hands resting on the counter either side of your waist, caging you in, her eyes were dark, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she watched you.

“Can I try something?”

You hadn’t heard the Doctor come into the kitchen, turning around sharply. You were the only one in the TARDIS, the others back home with family relaxing, and you had assumed she was busy doing her constant repairs. But there she was, hands on her hips, looking at you with those eyes you found it hard to say no to.

“Sure,” you said, not sure what you were agreeing to.

Her steps were slow and steady, almost predatory, as she approached you. You froze, not sure what to do. It was as if she was pinning you down with one look. Her hands came up, trapping you against the counter. She lent closer, her breath ghosting over your lips.

“Good girl.”

The words were said with purpose. Enunciating each syllable as if they were a loaded gun. She watched your reaction, her own breathing becoming heavier, chest brushing against yours. Gaze dropping to your lips, something in her seemed to shift.

“Interesting,” she murmured.

“What is?” Your words were little more than an exhalation of breath.

“Your reaction to being called a good girl.” Her eyes swept down then back up, “you thought I wouldn’t notice but I have.”

You pressed your lips together, embarrassment rising in you. You thought you’d been doing so well keeping it under wraps. You’re been trying so hard.

“I notice everything about you,” she continued on as if not saying something sanity smashing, “I wonder if you’d have the same reaction if someone else called you a good girl.”

You made a strangled noise but shook your head, heat creeping over you. It was almost impossible to believe you were having this conversation with her, with the Doctor. Her gaze rested on your lips again, eyes growing molten.

“Yes, that was the noise that made me begin to realise,” she said, more to herself than you.

With a featherlight touch, her fingertip grazed over your lips. You didn’t mean for it to happen, but you whimpered, eyes fluttering closed. You heard her breath hitch, fingers stilling on your skin. You couldn’t bear to open your eyes to her, to let her see exactly how she was effecting you.

“I hope you don’t react this way if other people call you a good girl,” she murmured.

Your knees felt as if they were about to buckle. Your fingers grasped the edge of the counter, clenching painfully. Your breathing was ragged and there was a persistent throb between your legs.

The fingers were removed from your lips. You tensed, not sure what was going to happen next. Warmth grew closer and a pair of lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

“Good girl.”

With a strangled moan your eyes shot open. You released the edge of the counter and grasped her face between both hands. Pressing your lips against hers was electrifying. Every nerve ending was standing to attention and you were gasping into her mouth. She took a step closer, her body pressing against yours and it was too much and not enough and your head was spinning.

Strong hands pressed against your lower back, those powerful arms encircling your body. Her tongue swept into your mouth, taking charge as you whimpered, clutching at her. It was better than you’d dreamed and surpassed your hopes, hot and intense and desperate. She was kissing you like you were the air she breathed and she’d been starved for too long.

She lifted you until you were sitting on the counter, legs caught either side of her hips. Your fingers slipped into her hair, tugging on it. The moan that rumbled through her chest had you losing any semblance of control you had. All you could do was kiss her, wanting to feel her everywhere.

Her lips pressed to the soft skin behind your jaw, gently nipping at it. Your head was swimming. Her tongue was tracing patterns down the column of your neck and you held on to her, needing more, always more, encouraging every scrape of teeth against skin.

She kissed you again, slower and deeper, taking her time to explore. You were putty in her hands, turning into a mess as her tongue stroked along yours. Her fingers gently skimming along the skin of your back, worming under your shirt. You arched into her, feeling that same electricity run along your skin. There was something about her touch that had you addicted, needing more, needing it forever.

By the time she drew away you knew you were more puddle than person. You whined, trying to pull her back into a kiss. She chuckled and it made you feel warm all over. Those eyes of hers were still smouldering and her lips were kiss stung. Hair in disarray and colour high on her cheeks, she looked more beautiful than a sunrise. You wanted to kiss her again.

“Fascinating,” she murmured, running her fingertips along your lips again. You kissed them, watching the way her face lit up.

“Is it?” It was hard to concentrate with her standing between your legs and her fingers on your skin.

“I don’t think you understand exactly how fascinating I find you,” she said, her voice molten, “you’re always surprising me in new ways.”

“I am?” It was like the world was shifting underneath you.

“Just when I think I have a handle on you, you do something so wonderful I can’t help myself. I want to know everything about you. I want to praise you.” Her voice dropped an octave and you shivered, “you’re so good.”

Your legs instinctively tightened around her. A look of delight lit up her face and it made your heart miss a beat. She was so wonderful.

“Is it like this with other people?” she asked, fingers traced patterns over the top of your thighs. It was making it hard to concentrate on the conversation.

“Is what like this?” you asked.

“Does this happen with everyone who praises you?” she asked.

“No.” You bit down on your lower lip, “just with you.”

“Why?” Her head tilted to the side, eyes sweeping over you again.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have a bit of a crush on you,” you said, “only you.”

Wonder lit her up from the inside out. You could see how her eyes sparkled, brightening from the smoulder she’d been directing at you. A matching grin spread over your face as she continued to look at you as if you were a galaxy spiralling before her eyes.

“Kind of leaving me hanging here, Doc,” you said as the silence continued to stretch.

“Oh, right, yes, of course. I think you’re amazing. The bee’s knees. The cat’s pyjamas. Just the best. Absolutely brilliant. Mind blowing. You blow my mind,” she said, “and I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re always in my head. I’d tell you to get out but it’s quite nice having you in there. You can stay. I’d like you to stay.”

“Doc?”

She looked at you with such hope in her eyes. Your fingers, still tangled in her hair, gently tugged her closer.

“You can just kiss me again,” you told her.

You weren’t the only person who could follow instructions.  

[thirteensfavoritetoy]

Why Dan Lewis is an Awesome Friend

(OK this isn't the only reason obviously but it's one I was just thinking about; also huge thanks and much love to @evviejo for use of these gifs)

Thinking about this part of that scene from EOTD:

And how Dan's reply to Yaz isn't completely honest.

Because as we know from this later scene...

...he knows that 13 is aware of Yaz's feelings towards her. (Or at the very least he's reasonably certain regarding 13's awareness of the situation.)

So, when Yaz asks "Is it that obvious?", why does Dan not say something like "Yeah it is and she knows"?

Because when your friend is going through an emotional struggle, whatever it might be, you don't necessarily employ total, unflinching honesty with them. You mentally assess what you believe they need to hear, along with what you believe they want to hear, and then you say what needs to be said.

Dan knows that his mate Sheffield is really going through it. He saw what she went through during the four years they were parted from 13, and how even now being parted from her for even a brief period still bothers Yaz.

So by referencing "good-hearted weirdo" he keeps the tone light and just a bit jokey, to help ease into what he says next about having seen what she went through over the past four years.

He's honest with her, but not overly so, if you get my meaning. He knows there are things Yaz needs to hear from 13, and not from him.

God I hope I explained this sufficiently...