[ before I go though —
Donna is very clearly trying to set Rose up with Nine
but you Tess said that Nine would totally be Donna’s wingman and push her to Ten
in other words
wtf is even going on anymore ]
( ooc : hhhrrr I wanted to do more replies today but setting up the Secret Santa has eaten a LOT of my time ( and is still not done actually because I WILL NOT HAVE PEACE UNTIL I KNOW EVERYBODY GOT THEIR MESSAGES ).
anyway, I have listed I owe:
if you’re not on the list while you should be, let me know! ; u;
also, probably .. not the brightest idea considering how busy I’ll be next week ( then again ineedistractions ), but in light of how many followers I’ve gained recently, PLEASE LIKE THIS POST IF YOU WANT A STARTER. I’ll either whip you up one asap or contact you about a little plot if you do!
" … Right. So that gun’s gotta go somewhere safe … … which means I’d give it to Spaceman, but he’d flip his forelock backwards at just seein’ one. Gramps’d be good too, but it’d just … startle him. Never killed a man in the war. That’s how he goes. And I would give it to Jenny, but —
… … I think maybe the Doctor should have it. He’s … just the kind of bloke who’d know what to do right with.
And then Rose gets the sailor uniform to look cute and they can roleplay hot return from the war to right into bed ~ .
[ admittedly the cake would have been better, but — ]
So then the sweet’s mine. Candy! “
[She let out a long sigh at that, feeling both berated by the other woman for, if Donna’s tone was anything to go by, not realizing the obvious that she and the Doctor were acting like a couple (the blonde could practically hear the unsaid but still-present duuuh in Donna’s voice) and for almost disbelieving it, because she was certain that that was what the look on her face was radiating — complete and utter disbelief.] “As if. We don’t do anythin’ coupley, I’d know.”
[Running a hand through her hair, though, Rose stayed silent for another moment, contemplating Donna’s suggestion.] “You reckon he won’t see what I’m really tryin’ to do?” [The tone was hesitant, but it was clear she was thinking about it.] “He’d just tell me I look alright an’ then send me off to put on normal clothes, though, wouldn’t he?”
" We don’t do anything coupley. ” [ Donna’s voice was at the cinched pitched that could only indicate mockery, if her accompanying eye - batting and pouting ( all to caricature Rose’s general make - up and lower facial structure ) wasn’t a clear enough sign. she continued to flutter her lashes and purse her mouth at the girl even when the sentence that had triggered them had long ended, and then broke open in a grin that spoke of oncoming hsyterics if Rose dared make a similar claim again. ] ” Oh please. Each time you lick your tongue out at him while on his arm, I can swear he’d be laserin’ your shirt off if he were Cyclops! And, alright, outsider’s view is the clearer one, but if a man’s lookin’ his mouth on yours that badly — or just .. pretty much starin’ you out of your knickers, with you two ~ — you just have got to notice, sweetheart. “
" Look, it’s either me who’s right, or it’s you who’s right, yeah? If I’m right, no doubt he’ll find it very pleasant and you might just get someone to keep you warm on Christmas … and if you’re right, and he’s indeed too thick to notice all the signs — .. then he won’t get this one either, and he’ll just tell you the color brings out your eyes. Somethin’ like that. Which means that skirt works on your ass, but, y’know — gentlemen. “
[As she would later deny Mels skittered backwards a couple of steps, as much as the hold on her arms would allow as the ginger raged. Growing up with Amy, she’d thought she’d known the true extent of angry gingers, apparently not.] ❝—-Bloody hell. Alright, alright. Anyone ever tell ya’—-❞ [She made the wise decision to not continue that sentence, aloud at least. As the woman showed only to tighten her grin, she pulled harder, debating internally whether she’d be able to kill her before the bloody woman called them with all the shouting.] ❝I don’t have your fucking keys on me, they’re in that bloody bin over there, where I dropped ‘em when ya’ first bloody accosted me. Ya’ know it’s definitely against the law to attack teenagers, so let me the fuck go and I’ll go get ya’ stupid keys.❞
[ that, too, did not please Donna in the slightest. ]
" How dumb do you think I am?! ” [ she was one large contorted snarl, from her teeth to her raised shoulders, tensed muscles, and invisibily curled toes. any more, and her hair’d start flaring out king cobra style. ] ” I’m gonna let you go and you’re just gonna run off, isn’t it?! In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m ginger, not blonde, which doesn’t put me at stereotypically dumb, but ANGRY. ” [ and, well, if Mels hadn’t noticed that — ]
[ and so Donna did not let go. she did not tighten, did not loosen, but kept her grip and moved her step, one pace towards the garbage can the girl had indicated. ] ” So you and me, we’re goin’ there, to that bin, together — and then you, lady, are gonna get my keys out, give them to me, and then I will let you go. Is that understood? Now COME ON! “
[ and at stomping speed, she dragged Mels along. ]
You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.
Some awesome Harry Potter references.
Harry Potter: The fandom that leaked into all other fandoms.
[ read as: both the Tenth Doctor and Donna Noble seem to be big fans of the Harry Potters series and thus likely ocassionally have huge fandom nerd - out sessions. ]
( ooc : [ tiny squeak ]
favourite disney prince !!