Cap'n J

just a little update of where I am, so

I’m actually on holiday with me mam to see my brother in the US, and we’re staying in a Hilton hotel which I’d assumed would be fine and wouldn’t keep me from any of my usual tumblr-in’, but they’re actually charging me $15 dollars to use the wifi. A DAY. That’s going to be $120 for 8 days. WHAT. So yeah if you don’t see me around that is why! Hopefully I can still squirrel away with my writing though, and maybe there’ll be some updates for you when I get back. Hasta luego!

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The Ghost Next Door, 6/?

A/N: Six! Apologies for the wait, it took a while to shape how I wanted. Here it is, pending approval on Teaspoon. I hope it’s all okay! 
tw for major character death (*ducks rotten tomatoes*).
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The Ghost Next Door

Summary: It was the hottest and longest summer of Rose Tyler’s life, with all her friends away on holiday while she was left stuck at home and lumbered with looking after baby brother Tony. Thankfully new neighbour John Smith tumbles into her back garden to alleviate the boredom, but she begins to suspect there’s something not quite right about him…

The shadow stood over her like the night, dark and threatening. Then it opened its twisted mouth and began to speak.

Rose curled into a protective ball, trying to shield herself from the phantom, and mentally prepared for the hoarseness of tone of her shadowed stalker, which was partly why she was so surprised to hear a voice she recognised. 

"Rose, what–? It’s just me, I’m sorry I frightened you." 

Her arms immediately dropped from her face and she gazed up into the concerned face of her would-be attacker and saw not a distorted shadow, but someone very familiar. John. He frowned at her. 

"Are you alright? I saw you fall off your bike and ran as quick as I could."

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It’s always that

one film you really want to watch that isn’t on Netflix. Grr.

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kilodalton replied to your post “A Reason to Swim; Ch 9”

Agsjdjsnaihsnskaksnbdjoznzhso!!!!! That’s high gallifreyan for “YESSSSS!”

bless you, doctor kd :’D that’s a word I’ll have to remember! 

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theartofanimation:

Mark Ferrari


it’s the end of the universe

it’s the end of the universe

unstable-wonderland:

s3asick-s0uls:

This is the best one I’ve seen

I’d just like to point out that the paper says “the louder they laugh, the harder it is for them to hear you cry” and that breaks my heart

unstable-wonderland:

s3asick-s0uls:

This is the best one I’ve seen

I’d just like to point out that the paper says “the louder they laugh, the harder it is for them to hear you cry” and that breaks my heart

A Reason to Swim; Ch 9

captainjayharkness:

Summary: John Smith is a commitment phobe and always has been, with a history of running from his problems and relationships as far as the other side of the planet. But when he finally returns home and is introduced to budding journalist Rose Tyler, the one girl worth staying for, is she enough for him to finally put his running days behind him?

A/N: Teaspoon; Ch 1Ch 2Ch 3Ch 4Ch 5Ch 6Ch 7, Ch 8 and here is chapter Eccleston! (Or Nine.) Coming up is the remainder of John and Rose’s night, and a peek into Donna McAvoy’s distant past. This is still awaiting validation on Teaspoon, but hopefully there shouldn’t be too many changes. :)Thanks to anyone and everyone still following, especially greatspacedustbin for her non-stop lovely words of encouragement. Enjoy!

"Never meet your heroes."

That was what John had offered by way of condolence once they were far away from the clamouring noises of Harold Smith’s birthday party, and she couldn’t help but agree. Her image of Henry van Statten had been resolutely shattered by her first, and ideally only, meeting with him and she was left irritated and dejected in equal measure. It was always going to be impossible for reality to live up to expectation, but this was just ridiculous.

After realising she couldn’t rely on John to be at her side and reassuring her that night (not through any real fault of his own, she supposed) she’d been able to gather the courage she needed to approach the man herself; the biggest name in journalism this side of the Atlantic, in her own words. After she’d introduced herself he’d only been too keen to get to know her–her figure, that was. He’d feigned recognising her from her work experience many years ago when she initially brought it up, and went on to insinuate she could do him a couple of favours to aid her in moving to the top of the profession. 

Of course she hadn’t taken kindly to that, and it didn’t help that the eager lips-to-arse crowd around them laughed indulgently at his jests as they continued to climb the figurative ladder of misogyny at her expense. Of course women didn’t actually make good journalists, such a thought was preposterous; though it wasn’t their fault, really, being subject to those horrendous hormonal imbalances typical of the female species. They made lovely assistants though, he said, with a lecherous look in Diana Goddard’s direction. His attention had then shifted to his assistant, Rose already forgotten, although he didn’t spare the poor woman a glance and continued to talk about her in the third person to the group around them. Rose watched as Diana flushed a deep red when van Statten went on to make insinuations as to the looseness of Diana’s character; not only that, he never even addressed her directly. His assistant tried to bear it with as much dignity as she could muster.

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A Reason to Swim; Ch 9

Summary: John Smith is a commitment phobe and always has been, with a history of running from his problems and relationships as far as the other side of the planet. But when he finally returns home and is introduced to budding journalist Rose Tyler, the one girl worth staying for, is she enough for him to finally put his running days behind him?

A/N: Teaspoon; Ch 1Ch 2Ch 3Ch 4Ch 5Ch 6Ch 7, Ch 8 and here is chapter Eccleston! (Or Nine.) Coming up is the remainder of John and Rose’s night, and a peek into Donna McAvoy’s distant past. This is still awaiting validation on Teaspoon, but hopefully there shouldn’t be too many changes. :)Thanks to anyone and everyone still following, especially greatspacedustbin for her non-stop lovely words of encouragement. Enjoy!

"Never meet your heroes."

That was what John had offered by way of condolence once they were far away from the clamouring noises of Harold Smith’s birthday party, and she couldn’t help but agree. Her image of Henry van Statten had been resolutely shattered by her first, and ideally only, meeting with him and she was left irritated and dejected in equal measure. It was always going to be impossible for reality to live up to expectation, but this was just ridiculous.

After realising she couldn’t rely on John to be at her side and reassuring her that night (not through any real fault of his own, she supposed) she’d been able to gather the courage she needed to approach the man herself; the biggest name in journalism this side of the Atlantic, in her own words. After she’d introduced herself he’d only been too keen to get to know her–her figure, that was. He’d feigned recognising her from her work experience many years ago when she initially brought it up, and went on to insinuate she could do him a couple of favours to aid her in moving to the top of the profession. 

Of course she hadn’t taken kindly to that, and it didn’t help that the eager lips-to-arse crowd around them laughed indulgently at his jests as they continued to climb the figurative ladder of misogyny at her expense. Of course women didn’t actually make good journalists, such a thought was preposterous; though it wasn’t their fault, really, being subject to those horrendous hormonal imbalances typical of the female species. They made lovely assistants though, he said, with a lecherous look in Diana Goddard’s direction. His attention had then shifted to his assistant, Rose already forgotten, although he didn’t spare the poor woman a glance and continued to talk about her in the third person to the group around them. Rose watched as Diana flushed a deep red when van Statten went on to make insinuations as to the looseness of Diana’s character; not only that, he never even addressed her directly. His assistant tried to bear it with as much dignity as she could muster.

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doctor-into-darkness:

That’s what I am: just a traveler. Imagine it: no tax, no bills, no boss. Just the open sky.

doctor-into-darkness:

That’s what I am: just a traveler. Imagine it: no tax, no bills, no boss. Just the open sky.

mr pond