Hello dear, Irene Adler, its a pleasure to meet you.
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“m’Donna, Donna Noble … nice ta meetcha.”
“m’Donna, Donna Noble … nice ta meetcha.”
AU meme; You finally delete your tumblr and get a life
100% chance is that I’m stalking your blog from afar, reading your roleplays, sending you anons, & wishing I could be one of the lucky people who write with you but aM JUST HIDING IN A CORNER TOO AFRAID TO SAY ANYTHING.
One single Dalek was a visitor. Two was an infestation.
This was no comfort to Donna, however, as she ran full tilt from the building. Its little light had not been on, signifying possibly death? Sleep mode? Donna did not know, but she didn’t particularly care. She had to find the Doctor, or phone him - she ducked between irritated shoppers who shouted at her, but she shouted right back and kept on running.
Was that the TARDIS? A flash of the bluest blue gave Donna pause, but not before she skidded directly into a young woman standing nearby.
“Excuse me,” she said distractedly.
//dieSELPUNK RADIO HOUR omfg
okay so I’m about to do those two starters requested by ariapondfromgallifrey and maybenottoday-maybetomorrow, if anyone else wants one while I’m at it just like this okay i’m gonna write them!
She stepped a bit closer to this odd woman. She didn’t even know her name. She didn’t trust easily anymore for many reasons so she would keep to herself as much as she could. She ran her fingers over one of the shelves as she watched the woman carefully.
”Name?” It was true that she didn’t talk much, only when necessary or most of the time she didn’t even say one word.
“Donna,” replied the ginger, voice muffled as she was arm deep in the metal shelf. “Aha! Ibuprofen.” She emerged, clutching a small white bottle. “An’ some Funyons - like these thin’s?” She offered Melinda the mostly smashed up though still intact yellow bag.
“I was visitin’ a friend of mine here in the States,” she said, her voice quiet. “Tha’s when they shut down the airports. I haven’t heard from my family in a while - an’ Dean -” She sighed. “Jus’ me, anyway.” Donna looked up at Melinda, snapping out of her reverie. “They migh’ have some water here, that’d be good … “
Mortimus nodded in response, “Indeed it is, miss.” he replied, glancing back at her to see her shaking out her hair. She was the fourth person today to have done that, he silently hoped that it was simply because their was wet, and not some sort of human greeting they didn’t cover in the academy. “Chiswick it is.” he said aloud, typing the directions into his GPS before starting the meter.
As he rejoined the lane, he glanced at the woman while she spoke, shrugged his shoulders slightly response. “I’m not entirely sure, if I have to be honest, I certainly hope not. I’ve found I sleep best when it’s raining, but that may just be me.” he replied, stopping at a red light. “So, were you just getting off work then?” he asked, curious to see what sort of job or life this human might have, their race was funny to the young timelord. He just found it humorous how some seemed to have wonderfully brilliant viewpoints or just had a kind spirit, while others were a bit more dim or simply seemed cold.
“Yeah, sleepin’s alrigh’,” grumbled Donna, glancing a bit resentfully out the dark window but only seeing her own reflection. Her hair was atrocious. “But it can rain at nigh’, then.” Hastily, she amended her hardly formed thought. “Bedtime. S’righ’ annoyin’ when you’re tryin’ to walk home.”
“Yeah, though,” she said, returning to his question. “I jus’ work back that way.” She jerked a thumb over her shoulder inspecifically. “Tempin’, ya know?” Donna stuck out her tongue to express her frustration. She glanced up at the rear view mirror, catching sight of the cabbie’s bright, intense eyes. They kind of took her by surprise for a moment. “Sorry you gotta work on a nigh’ like this - drivin’ must be Hell in this weather … “
Before each night is done
Their plan will be unfurled
By the dawning of the sun
They’ll take over the world.OH MY GOD
YES OMG YES
Reflection and Emission Nebulas
— Rho Ophiuchi Cloud ComplexCredit: Gerald Rhemann // Astrostudio
