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[ indie rp for martha jones | semi-selective | multiverse, multiship & multifandom | ask is always open | nsfw will be tagged. ]

created 23/08/14

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justonetrip:

B e n e a t h    t h e     S t a r s
                            Aseven-track album, compiled of five original songs & two covers.
               T R A C K L I S T
Que Sera Sera — Original
You’re Wrong — Original
In the Rain — Original
Holding Lightning — Original
Pompeii — Bastille
The Fault in Our Stars — Troye Sivan
Oblivion is Inevitable — Original
            Available for purchase now on bandcamp.               Listen to the first track for free, here.

justonetrip:

e n e a t h    t h e     t a r s

                            Aseven-track album, compiled of five original songs & two covers.

               T R A C K L I S T

  1. Que Sera Sera — Original
  2. You’re Wrong — Original
  3. In the Rain — Original
  4. Holding Lightning — Original
  5. Pompeii — Bastille
  6. The Fault in Our Stars — Troye Sivan
  7. Oblivion is Inevitable — Original

           Available for purchase now on bandcamp.
           
   Listen to the first track for free, here.

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wasthatnotprocedure is… impossible.

 ”So, you’re her, then,  yeah?”

You’re Agent Hill?”

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inperfecti:

justonetrip:

 ”Yeah, I can imagine there
 are quite a few pleas of
 innocence in this place.”

          She ran a hand through
          her already tousled hair,
          her eyes wild, hands
          trembling, as brief waves
          of memory came back
          to her. Screams filled
          her head, an image of
          towering flames came
          cascading towards her,
          and at last, she was
          haunted by the recollected
          knowledge of what had —
          or hadn’t — happened.

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 ”They brought me here. I
  mean, I assume they did.
  All I remember now is…
  The fire, and — and the
  people. But it wasn’t me.

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      “If you’re thinkin’ I killed my wife an’ 
           those other women like they say I did, 
           then yer wrong. You’re all wrong. She 
           means the world ta me, and the aliens—

                         He cuts himself off, jaw tightening. There’s
                          no way she’s going to believe him— no one 
                          in here does. They all think he’s the killer
                          Bloody Face, and that he killed his Alma.
                          He didn’t— he couldn’t. He couldn’t have
                          killed anyone, but especially not her… This
                          woman kind of reminded him of her, actually.

              “I don’t know about no fire, but… they
                always end up bringin’ ya here. No
                one wants ta be here in this place.

No — God, no, I didn’t mean
you. I just meant… When in a
place like this, it’s hard to
imagine anyone pleading guilty.
That’s all I meant. I’m —… I’m
sorry to hear about your wife,
Mr. Walker. But don’t you worry,
alright? I’m going to get us out of
here. I promise.”

         Her voice wavered somewhat as she spoke,
         the panic evident in her voice, as she paced
         up and down the — doubtlessly surveyed —
         room, eyes dancing over each and every
         surface, scrutinising every last inch of the
         place, in the hopes of finding something,
         anything, that might explain her role here.
         She too was confused at her attire, the
         surprising lack of items that’d been removed
         or confiscated from her person. Something
         certainly seemed strange; although, that
         being said, she was currently in a detention
         centre for the criminally insane, ridiculously
         close to an alleged murderer. She paused
         for a moment, wondering whether, perhaps,
         he was experiencing the same anxiety, being
         in such close-quarters to a supposed arsonist.
         A shiver ran up her spine, and she closed her
         eyes, for a prolonged second, in order to calm
         herself. Upon reopening them, she realised such
         attempts had been futile; it would be impossible
         to stay calm. Especially h e r e.

Ididn’t do anything wrong — that’s
the only thing you need to know. I
was helping people, I was saving
them. I’m a doctor,” she explained,
a slight fragment of doubt in her
voice, as she contemplated whether
that too was materialised. “I’m going
to get us out of here,” Martha repeated,
a new, steady note of determination in
her previously unsteady voice. “I’m
going to get us out.”

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(make a different post instead of reblogging please and thank you)

tagged by:  thosebigsadeyes

six similarities between mun & muse:

  • we’re both fighters; we’ll fight for what we love what we believe in, until there’s nothing left.
  • we’re both more loyal, perhaps, than we should be.
  • we’re both trained in some form of science (for her, medical, for me, aeronautical)
  • we both make sacrifices when necessary, but still know when to do what’s best for us.
  • we’re both rather intelligent.
  • we both have a tendency to fall in love with people so far from our reach.

six differences between mun & muse:

  • i don’t trust as easily as martha does — for her, trusting the doctor came quite quickly, especially as we see in gridlock, where, after two trips (one inadvertent) with the doctor, she already has a full trust in his ability to protect save her.
  • i don’t care for people. not in a cold, distance sense, but in the sense that i wouldn’t be able to look after someone if they were ill; my tolerance for caring is very low.
  • i only have one sibling — my big sister.
  • i’m quite a lot meaner than martha is — my ability to come up with quick, cruel quips is much more advanced than hers. probably because she’s a nice person.
  • i’m calmer than she is, in life-or-death situations.
  • i’m even more blatant than she is, when it comes to the subject of affection.

tagging:  kurt—rps | legsyes | inperfecti | eleventoomany | @nonbinarytentoo

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onetimedalek:

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              “Quick fire! Best place to get food.
                               I’m starved.”

Best, or nearest? Either
 way, it’s Corrigan’s —
just ‘round the corner,
and their chips are…
Incredible.”

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this moment is the exact definition of perfection; i don’t know anything more intense and beautiful than two people, madly wanting each other but still restraining themselves because the tension is too flawless to be broken.

this moment is the exact definition of perfection; i don’t know anything more intense and beautiful than two people, madly wanting each other but still restraining themselves because the tension is too flawless to be broken.

expergiscendum:

      “Give me food and I will live. Give me water, and I will die. What am I?”

You’re either fire, or someone with a rather problematic allergy,” Martha responded curtly, a wry smile upon her lips. “Now, what do you actually want?”
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servinglies:

                5+ years of roleplaying experience, 3+ on tumblr;                script / para / novella / human sacrfice / flexible                                        home                writing style; multifandom / multiship / multiverse /                                   mssg                au addict / OC friendly; mun and muse are both of                                   guide                age; might contain nsfw content, if so, will be                                           about                properly tagged; main verse is based on BBC’s                show’s storyline;

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                5+ years of roleplaying experience, 3+ on tumblr;
                script / para / novella / human sacrfice / flexible                                        home
                writing style; multifandom / multiship / multiverse /                                   mssg
                au addict / OC friendly; mun and muse are both of                                   guide
                age; might contain nsfw content, if so, will be                                           about
                properly tagged; main verse is based on BBC’s
                show’s storyline;

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