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I track the tag the11doctor.
The Doctor. Rank, Doctor, intention, fun. Welcome to my world of confusing and wibbly wobbly stuff. Step into my TARDIS and be amazed. I'll be waiting for you.
Previously thefezcrew
Time to find out who you really are. ×
Bunny Hops on my Stunt Scooter.
welp.
Apart from a few other tricks - this is my strong point.
AU||Two Undernourished Egos
“Yes. She is.” His usual fist pump replaced with a grin as she spoke those famous words, he crosses his arms and looks around with a feeling of pride. He nods. “She’s mine. She’s sexy, and she’s my TARDIS,” he spoke to himself, and to her. The TARDIS had appreciated his speaking oh-so highly of her whenever he did, and in return she would work with him a lot smoother. And give him good adventures, rather than the dangerous life-or-death ones he faced, usually daily, if not it would drag on for two days.
His eyes rolled back from the interior of the TARDIS to her gun, and back up to her face. She wasn’t letting on.. and she was playing him off as some sort of fool. Though he wouldn’t fall into that one, he decided to go along with whatever her plan was for using that gun. Shoulders now relaxed, his hands fell from folding into each other. The Doctor’s eyes would watch her, if just from the corners, a slight bit wary of her movements toward him. That was the main reason he had stepped away.
Had he triggered some sort of effect, then there would be nothing he could do, and it was clear she did not want him backing away, or getting far from her. She wasn’t alone in that want, he was being told that by his brain signalling to move further. But, that would not be wise for his, or her state. God knows how long she had been there, and how much she had breathed in.
Her bag. His vision had followed her hands down to the bag, and he watched what she was doing until he could not see what she had in there anymore. She was holding something, he could see the structure of her bones gripping something. It may not have been the gun now, she was holding it far too tight for it not to have gone off. Slowly, he looked back up at her when she spoke again, beginning to feel a little panicky. Was it a good thing she did too? Very low alarm bells began to ring. But he could not hear them.
He looked down at where she nudged him, and her hand had come from the bag. His arms had flailed and he tried to turn to get the distance, a safe distance, from her, but that had gone down the drain as he watched what she was trying to do. Yes, she was! She was trying to restrain him. He kept pulling his wrists, and flicking the rope off, moving ever so slightly back again as he was free for one slight moment. Looking up at her, he opened his mouth to speak but made sure he wasn’t in danger of actually being tied as he would.
“What are you doing?!” He shakes his hand off again.
“I want,” she paused, unexpectedly dizzied by the word. It echoed strangely in her mind and, unconsciously, she fought him gently, trying to push his wrist back into the loop she’d made in the knot, trying to catch it. He has very nice hands. The thought would have been idle, normally, but right now it was anything but; suddenly, despite her inexperience with physically interacting with other things with human or even humanish bodies, her mind was full of thoughts about the things he could do with those pretty, pretty hands.
With the word still spiraling through her mind in lazy, shuddering loops, she took a half-step closer, almost pinning him. ”…want to see…” She closed her eyes tightly, trying to push away the images. What on earth was happening to her? The thing that he’d mentioned? That was in the air? Was that doing this to her?
On a nearly instinctive level her mind was crying out to her to subdue him. Slowly but surely she gathered the energy in the room around the two of them, building it into the deep, sharp, crackling-intense ball of potential it could be; she was careful to only use excess, however. Even in this state she’d never try to force a time-ship to hurt its master.
Gently but deftly she prodded at his mind, looking for a way to knock him out, trying to hide what she was doing on her face. Realizing she’d been in the middle of a sentence, Lilitu opened her eyes and picked it back up again. ”…what it is that makes you so very different.”
Hands giving up the fight, he let them be pushed back, his muscles allowing them to be moved but not controlled by anyone but himself. He looked, or tried to look behind him to see where the heck they were. He frowned up at her, reading her face and trying to catch what her intentions were. He knew what his mind was telling him, so god knows what it was telling her right now. She had stopped mid sentence a few times, he noted, that was the brain working into overdrive - working too hard on the hormones. He could practically smell the atmosphere becoming more and more needy by the minute, but he would still ignore it. He had to be the one watching what he was doing, couldn’t let anything happen to him or the TARDIS.. or, her, for that matter.
It wasn’t just her hormones that were awake now, he could feel them flowing through him at a thousand miles a minute. Well, it certainly felt like that. He pulled at his hands again, her face was concentrated, he was still studying her as time went on. It was clear she had normal functions, and that was good, but he couldn’t concentrate from his brain, and the TARDIS, shouting at him all at once.
His eyes stared into hers as they opened again, allowing him access, to find exactly what she was doing. Little could he tell she was in his mind, quite literally too, before he was kicked out again. What he hadn’t noticed was that the room was spinning around behind her, until he looked, and he had to clamp his eyes shut and try to hold his head with his shoulder. Careful not to lose his balance, his brows met as he looked up at her. “Well. I want can’t have. Alright? Now, it would be a great help if you could untie me..”
Do not reach for the stars. They are giant balls of fiery gas. Waste of time.
#fortune cookies by leonard mccoy #”’your efforts will result in much profit. or not. shit happens.’ bones i didn’t order sadness with my lo mein.”
Cat selfies.
It’s okay kitten, I too have been that drunk
OH my GOD
infomercial kitten.
why is no-one willing to sell him a special kitten straw for $19.95
persistence is key
I applaud people who get up and get dressed because I stay in my pajamas all day unless I’m going out
18 - Regret it, but yes.
20 - Nah. I wear clothes.
39 - You could say I go.. free willy.
40 - Duh.
56 - To the right.
68 - YES. It wasn’t that long ago, now that I think about it.
76 - Both.
83 - At school. When we were presenting in drama..
91 - With. Yeah.
60 - About 2 hours w/both.
65 - I don’t really like it.
69 - Not yet.
99 - A few hours ago. (Well, not sexually. You gotta use urinals when the toilets are mank.. especially in Asda.)
97 - It was an idea for a smut fic. Regret nothing.
77 - I’m up for it.
11 - Nope. I don’t appreciate contact there at all..
28 - “Do you have naked pictures/videos of yourself? If yes, have you sent them to anyone? Are they online?”
No.. they were deleted a looooong time ago.
35. - Yes.
