there’s a very good chace imma pass out soon myself. Real soon
Scott spoke frantically soft, running a hand down his face. "Damnit babe ye should know be'er 'an t'use ye'r regeneration energy!"
"Yes.. yes, I know.." Barty breathed as he slowly eased himself into a chair at the kitchen table. One he was settled he let his head fall back with his eyes closed, though he did not drift to sleep. What he really needed was a bed and a cup of his special tea to help replenish the bit of his lifeforce he’d just so recklessly spent again. "But it’s worth.. family is. is… family is worth it. Always."
Happy Tennant Tuesday from everyone but Laertes.
"Es- es et meant tae be bleedin' thes much?"
"No it isn’t," Barty replied. His voice was surprisingly calm despite the situation they were in. The top of Campbell’s hand had been sliced open accidentally with a kitchen knife and although the wound hadn’t appeared to be deep, it was quickly becoming apparent that it was much more serious. There was blood everywhere and more coming with each passing second. It was far too much blood for what Barty had thought was a shallow injury. Unfortunately he wasn’t nearly so good with his magic as he had once been in his youth. The damage his head had suffered from the TARDIS and the subsequent memory problems made it especially difficult for him to recall the incantations he needed for a healing spell. So instead he resorted to using the power that was completely unique to himself. Gently taking Cam’s hand between both of his own, Barty then transferred his regeneration energy to the open wound. In a flash of bright golden light it disappeared and along with it went the entire mess that had been created by the accident, leaving both Cam and the kitchen fully restored as though it had never happened. Barty however looked a faint woozy from the exertion. "All better then, yes?"
I found this small article in The Big Issue, in an interview with Russell T Davids.
If this had happened.
*Makes inhuman noises* AHHHHHHHH!!!
BARTY AND HARRY
Peter, showing “The Gallifreyan Ball” to the kids is nowhere near to be appropriate…
'I need a Doctor' - Gilderoy. Or literally anyone I RP idk decide for me.
Love and adoration shone bright in the Time Lord’s eyes as he watched his grandchildren play in the living room of their family’s Estate. They’d brought down the bin of Lego bricks from upstairs and quickly turned the entire space into a large rainbow city under attack by evil robots. The youngest of the trio, John, was running ahead of his robot-wielding brother and sister with a blue box held tightly in his hands. It looked very much like a miniature version of their grandfather’s old friend who lived in the garden. Was this supposed to be him fighting the Cybermen? Or was it the Daleks?
Before he could open his mouth to ask, John suddenly ducked behind him for cover and grabbed onto one of his legs. A few seconds later Sarah Rose and Gilderoy II rushed past with their robots and whooping noises and disappeared down the hall. The moment it was clear that they weren’t immediately coming back, Barty felt a gentle tug on his trousers and looked down to see his grandson’s tiny face beaming up at him.
"What is it?" Barty asked gently as he turned and knelt down to the boy’s level. John laughed excitedly and first pressed the Lego brick TARDIS firmly into his hand. With his own now free, he then quickly but carefully gestured his response. "I need a Doctor.” It took Barty’s brain a little longer than he would have liked to register the words behind the child’s hand movements. Sign language was unfortunately one of the very few things that the TARDIS could not translate for him, but when it finally clicked there was no denying how strongly John’s words had touched him. His lips stretched into a smile that crinkled the already wrinkly corners of his now-glossy eyes and although he tried very hard to stop it, he couldn’t keep the lower part of his mouth from quivering.
These wonderful words, these movements, symbols, and sometimes very intricate gestures he made with his little hands and fingers - they were much more for John’s own benefit than for Barty’s. Of course he knew this. They were absolutely necessary for him to communicate with other people, and these ones in particular in case he ever got hurt. But for John to turn and use this phrase on him - for him - both knowing and understanding on some level just who his grandfather was.. It made his hearts swell with so much love and pride that when John gently took hold of his hand and pulled him towards the other toys to play, he thought that truly he might never be sad again.
Do you ever get jealous of someone who interacts really well with a really close friend of yours, not because you have a crush on your friend or anything but because you’re jealous of how much you pale in comparison to them when you see how much of a better friend they are to the one you’re close to?
Casanova ep. 2-3
Enjoy your Tennant Tuesday everyone!