I’m not letting you die, old man.
[Something was off, something was wrong. Maybe it was just because he was in pain, maybe it was because he hadn’t meditated, but DD got snappy. No— snappy was an understatement. He was monstrous.]
Oh, let’s be honest, Vale. If I were dying, there would be absolutely nothing you could do about it. Even if there was, some sort of window of opportunity to save me, you wouldn’t be able to do it. Nobody in our family can help themselves, so why should any of us expect help from one another? Every time something bad happens to one of us, the other’s aren’t really involved; so the troubled one has to fend for themselves. Prime example? Zoo. The Zoo. When you and him escaped, it was over, done, finished. All Reinette and I could do was blow the stupid place up, big WHOOP. It left you both utterly traumatized, and there wasn’t diddly shit any of us could do to help, except a wee pat on the back for support that meant absolutely nothing. Another example— how about all those times you were kidnapped? All those times you were visited by Lilith— yeah— guess what, Vale, all I could fucking do for you was beat up AV, that’s it— and when Lilith continued to come, guess who you told—
—that’s right, no one. You kept it to yourself, and yet, I’ll bet fifty quid that you feel torn up about that, still.
And you still do that. That thing. Bottling?
I bottle my emotions, but damn, you’re are just down-right keeping things from me.
Because while I lay here in bed at night, alone, in pain, sometimes I can feel your emotions rush up to me. Fear, anger, despair? Over and over and over and over—
—and I know nothing, because I fucking swear, you’ve just locked up your head for weeks now, locked up all your secrets, all your thoughts, and I’m starting to wonder if we should have gotten some sort of kindred bond, ‘cos what did we really gain out of this?
Yeah, our souls are tied, yeah, we’re married, but let’s just look at all of the downsides.
I can’t touch my kids unless I’m wearing a glove, because I’ll probably kill them. And you, I’ve burdened you with a continuous noise that’s never going to go away. Nope, not ever.
Another downside— I mean, I know I’m being slightly repetitive, but this is really eating at my brain cells. You’re being extremely secretive; I’ve met some secretive people, but I mean, you’ve got this nerve to just hide everything— I have absolutely NO idea what you’re doing ninety-percent of the time I’m conscious, you don’t tell me what you do, you don’t update me— I mean, really, I can already see this marriage collapsing, that’s what happens WHEN I DECIDE TO FALL IN LOVE AND MARRY SOMEONE WITH FALSE EXPECTATIONS!
I thought, ‘yeah, Vale and I will be married, and things are going to be so much better,’ but we both know that didn’t fucking happen.
[He inhaled sharply.]
DC is the only one who spends the majority of his day beside DD in the hospital.
If you ask DD if he wants honey in his tea, expect your table to be flipped.
Sometimes he walks out of his study covered in post-it notes.
“Ready,” whispered a lump of Time Lord, hidden the fort of sofa pillows stacked around him.
parenting. you’re doing it right.
Beyond cute omg
i thought it was cute and then i realised what was on the tv and i melted
oh my god this is perfect
I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this or not, but DD likes singing.
He especially likes singing to his children, whether it’s for fun, or to lull them to sleep. The only instrument he’s known to play is the acoustic guitar.