Sometimes, people tell me random things and then stories happen. Like that time a friend told me to write a Doctor Who stapler monster. Stuff like that
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Evidently Deviltown, Part 8bendingsignpostJuly 19 2011, 16:22:19 UTC
She wakes up and immediately regrets it.
Lying there for a bit, waiting out the worst of the pain, she has the strangest feeling that she’s missing something. Something pressing, something important.
She opens her eyes. Stares at the wall of her bedroom.
What’s wrong with this picture?
The realization flings her into movement, throwing back the duvet and wobbling to her feet. She is in her bedroom, she is in her bedroom, she did not fall asleep in her bedroom and she did not lock his door last night.
She staggers into the hall, having a panic attack at the sound of the telly from the sitting room. Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, Jackie’s home, and oh god, his door, it’s unlocked. As quiet as she can, she opens it and looks inside and, fuck, she’s not going to cry, she is not. She closes the door, sets her forehead against the frame. What’s she going to tell Jackie? They don’t even have papers for him, he’s going to be picked up as a stray and they don’t have his papers, she can’t go and reclaim him. Someone’s going to
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Evidently Deviltown, Part 8.1bendingsignpostJuly 19 2011, 16:23:29 UTC
She watches him watch, then goes to take a shower and change out of her clothes. She gets dressed, realizes she can’t find her shoes, and then locates them in his room, half under the blanket.
“You carried me back to my room,” she says, sitting down next to him.
“Yep,” he says, popping the “p”. He doesn’t look away from the telly.
“You weren’t too tired?” Drained, she doesn’t say
( ... )
Re: Evidently Deviltown, Part 9earlgreytea68July 21 2011, 13:29:47 UTC
Found this from somebody mentioning it on Twitter, spent all morning reading it, and now I shall flop on my bed and sulk until you write more, just warning you.
(Seriously, it's brilliant, so beautifully conceived and imagined and I'm so impressed.)
Re: Evidently Deviltown, Part 10bendingsignpostJuly 21 2011, 17:41:02 UTC
She likes watching him as well, this long, lanky figure sprawled across the floor, his blanket strewn about him. Howard’s jimjams are loose and floppy, adding a sort of little boy ridiculousness to his movements. She wants to cuddle him and kiss his hair and grin back at his irresistible smile. She wants to find other things to feed him, to watch his face light up at strawberries, to laugh at his pear-induced sputtering
( ... )
Re: Evidently Deviltown, Part 11bendingsignpostJuly 21 2011, 17:42:47 UTC
She goes to work directly from Mickey’s flat, leaving a bit earlier than is strictly necessary. He’s been dropping those bricks he calls hints again. Sitting on the couch with him, watching his telly, she can’t quite acknowledge the possibility, let alone the consequences, but once she’s outside and walking fast, she’s pretty sure she doesn’t want to move in with him
( ... )
Re: Evidently Deviltown, Part 11 (End of Arc 1)bendingsignpostJuly 21 2011, 17:45:32 UTC
He hasn’t bolted the door.
She knocks anyway. Quietly, so her mum watching the telly doesn’t hear, but she knocks.
A minute later, she knocks a bit louder.
Another pause, then some sounds of motion. She hears him pad to the door, then stop.
She waits.
Slowly, the door cracks open. It reveals a slice of him, the pyjamas striped and faded. What catches her off guard, what utterly throws her is looking down, is seeing his forearm rather than his face, and then looking upHe is so incredibly tall
( ... )
Re: Evidently Deviltown, Part 11 (End of Arc 1)mylittlepwnyJuly 25 2011, 03:44:53 UTC
First of all, THE DOCTOR'S FOREARMS ARE A POINT OF MAJOR ATTRACTION TO ME. I don't know what it is, but I am all about his forearms. Especially when they are leaning on things. Or when sleeves are being rolled up to give them some air. So this visual is a v. nice one, WELL DONE LOL.
“The jeans should fit,” she says. “I’ve got a great eye for size.” Which is why it surprises her so much, the fact of her surprise. He’s tall. Until now, he’s never stood with her around, save to relocate from the couch before Jackie finds him there. He’s always low, always on the floor. Now he’s upright, his chin as high as the crown of her head. He’s....
She has no idea what he is.
ughhhhhhhhhhhhh you're killing me
“Do they fit?” she asks, the question rhetorical.
They fit.
God, they fit.
No but really.
“Norwegian weresquid acoustic folk rock,” Rose says, kind of apologetically. “My dad liked them.”
THE OOD LOL LOL LOL
I should have known, Pete Tyler.
He looks down at his feet, at his socks, and he looks like some bloke, any bloke, just
( ... )
Re: Evidently Deviltown, Part 11 (End of Arc 1)bendingsignpostJuly 25 2011, 04:21:11 UTC
I'm not sure how it works, but I completely agree that the Doctor's forearms are the best things ever. Somehow, every single incarnation in which they occur? Hot. I don't even know how it works. Kinda freaks me out a bit with the older ones, but, hey, that's not a bad consistent character trait to have.
No but really.
Yes but really.
THE OOD LOL LOL LOL
I couldn't not. It was the best combination of words to possibly ever occur to me (at this point of my life).
feelings. feelings all over my face.
Until the feelings are flailing through your arms, I have not done my job correctly.
AND THEN HE TELLS HER TO DELETE A FEW EMAILS, BECAUSE HE WROTE HER ANGRY EMAILS
He was hurt and lonely! He did what you do when hurt and lonely with a laptop. He has about five different levels of maturity going on simultaneously and he's still at the teenager level for this one.
Re: Evidently Deviltown, Part 11 (End of Arc 1)earlgreytea68August 7 2011, 21:10:13 UTC
Okay, I cannot believe how brilliantly you've taken this AU and still made him the Doctor who shows Rose Tyler the universe. How you managed to work that, so delicately, without my even *noticing* until it was done, is amazing.
Re: Evidently Deviltown, Part 10mylittlepwnyJuly 25 2011, 03:32:03 UTC
There’s geology and astronomy and she keeps waiting for all of this to be boring, but it’s not.
GOD, this is like the best kind of torture, their slow and slight unsteady tread towards, I don't even know what except to say them. Which sounds wrong because THEY ARE ALREADY THEM, YOU HAVE SOMEHOW MADE THIS CLEAR FROM LIKE DAY ONE, but everything's still so new and just unsteady, unsteady is the right word for how I feel beneath all the OMG and KISS ALREADY and LEAVE THE FLAT AND BUCK THE SYSTEM TOGETHER AT ONCE feelings, which is a total compliment because it should be a little unsteady right now (though getting steadier and steadier I can feel it), with all these changes.
She doesn’t mean to laugh.
The things he says after she does, though, he means those.
anything I already do doctor/rose gone crazy AU
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Lying there for a bit, waiting out the worst of the pain, she has the strangest feeling that she’s missing something. Something pressing, something important.
She opens her eyes. Stares at the wall of her bedroom.
What’s wrong with this picture?
The realization flings her into movement, throwing back the duvet and wobbling to her feet. She is in her bedroom, she is in her bedroom, she did not fall asleep in her bedroom and she did not lock his door last night.
She staggers into the hall, having a panic attack at the sound of the telly from the sitting room. Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, Jackie’s home, and oh god, his door, it’s unlocked. As quiet as she can, she opens it and looks inside and, fuck, she’s not going to cry, she is not.
She closes the door, sets her forehead against the frame. What’s she going to tell Jackie? They don’t even have papers for him, he’s going to be picked up as a stray and they don’t have his papers, she can’t go and reclaim him. Someone’s going to ( ... )
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“You carried me back to my room,” she says, sitting down next to him.
“Yep,” he says, popping the “p”. He doesn’t look away from the telly.
“You weren’t too tired?” Drained, she doesn’t say ( ... )
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(Seriously, it's brilliant, so beautifully conceived and imagined and I'm so impressed.)
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She knocks anyway. Quietly, so her mum watching the telly doesn’t hear, but she knocks.
A minute later, she knocks a bit louder.
Another pause, then some sounds of motion. She hears him pad to the door, then stop.
She waits.
Slowly, the door cracks open. It reveals a slice of him, the pyjamas striped and faded. What catches her off guard, what utterly throws her is looking down, is seeing his forearm rather than his face, and then looking upHe is so incredibly tall ( ... )
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“The jeans should fit,” she says. “I’ve got a great eye for size.” Which is why it surprises her so much, the fact of her surprise. He’s tall. Until now, he’s never stood with her around, save to relocate from the couch before Jackie finds him there. He’s always low, always on the floor. Now he’s upright, his chin as high as the crown of her head. He’s....
She has no idea what he is.
ughhhhhhhhhhhhh you're killing me
“Do they fit?” she asks, the question rhetorical.
They fit.
God, they fit.
No but really.
“Norwegian weresquid acoustic folk rock,” Rose says, kind of apologetically. “My dad liked them.”
THE OOD LOL LOL LOL
I should have known, Pete Tyler.
He looks down at his feet, at his socks, and he looks like some bloke, any bloke, just ( ... )
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No but really.
Yes but really.
THE OOD LOL LOL LOL
I couldn't not. It was the best combination of words to possibly ever occur to me (at this point of my life).
feelings. feelings all over my face.
Until the feelings are flailing through your arms, I have not done my job correctly.
AND THEN HE TELLS HER TO DELETE A FEW EMAILS, BECAUSE HE WROTE HER ANGRY EMAILS
He was hurt and lonely! He did what you do when hurt and lonely with a laptop. He has about five different levels of maturity going on simultaneously and he's still at the teenager level for this one.
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Dunno, it just made sense. Helps that the setting came out of the characterization, more than the other way round.
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HIS OWN CLOTHES
YES
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GOD, this is like the best kind of torture, their slow and slight unsteady tread towards, I don't even know what except to say them. Which sounds wrong because THEY ARE ALREADY THEM, YOU HAVE SOMEHOW MADE THIS CLEAR FROM LIKE DAY ONE, but everything's still so new and just unsteady, unsteady is the right word for how I feel beneath all the OMG and KISS ALREADY and LEAVE THE FLAT AND BUCK THE SYSTEM TOGETHER AT ONCE feelings, which is a total compliment because it should be a little unsteady right now (though getting steadier and steadier I can feel it), with all these changes.
She doesn’t mean to laugh.
The things he says after she does, though, he means those.
She leaves him alone the next night.
THEIR FIRST FIGHT
I was so worried.
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