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justforbooks · 1 year

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John Motson: The unmistakable voice of football known simply as ‘Motty’

John Motson, who has died aged 77, was BBC television’s “voice” of football for almost half a century, commentating for Match of the Day from 1971 until his retirement in 2018 and becoming affectionately known as “Motty”.

“I remember my first game, Liverpool against Chelsea,” he recalled. “They kicked off and my heart sank because I thought, ‘What do I say now?’ I still remember the feeling. I realised I had a lot of work to do.”

Alongside the energy and passion he brought to the game, that work was evident in his trademark style of reeling off statistics written on an A4 sheet of card in felt-tip pen for each match. Motson put this “obsession” for facts and figures down to being “terrified of not knowing enough or making a mistake” in his early days. He admitted to “overdosing” on it, and gradually used less background information in his commentaries.

Nevertheless, his filing system continued to grow – as did his library of more than 500 football record books. On top of the stats, he displayed an eloquence for describing the occasion. When Liverpool were beaten 0-1 in the 1988 FA Cup final by the unfancied Wimbledon – known for the eccentric behaviour of their players and fans – he spontaneously summed up: “The Crazy Gang has beaten the Culture Club.”

Earlier, at the end of the 1977 FA Cup final, when Manchester United – captained by Martin Buchan – beat Liverpool 2-1, Motson must have been silently thrilled that it enabled him to put his research into action and say: “How fitting that a man called Buchan should be the first to ascend the 39 steps to the royal box”, recalling “ The Thirty-Nine Steps” celebrated spy novel by John Buchan.

His ability to remember every detail of each game he covered also made Motson ideal company away from the pitch. If, for example, he was asked about a Division One Southampton v Birmingham City match at the Dell in the 1973-74 season, he would not only recall the result and those booked, but describe in detail Peter Osgood’s perm and the pattern made by a set of studs on a shin.

However, he was not averse to the occasional “Colemanballs”, emulating the verbal gaffes of his fellow football commentator David Coleman, who was presenter of Match of the Day by the time he started on it himself. Among Motson’s were: “The World Cup is truly an international event”, “The goals made such a difference to the way this game went”, and “For those of you watching in black-and-white, Spurs are in the yellow strip”.

In his long career commentating on more than 2,500 televised games, Motson covered nine World Cups (1974-2006), 29 FA Cup finals (1977-2007, missing just two) and nine European Championships (1976-2008).

He stepped back from his position as the BBC’s lead commentator in 2008, saying he had thought about the forthcoming World Cup in South Africa two years later and “just didn’t feel quite up for it”. His last live commentary was the Euro 2008 final, with Spain beating Germany 1-0 in Vienna.

However, he continued commentating both for football highlights on Match of the Day and for BBC Radio 5 Live until 2018. His final TV commentary was for the Premier League match between Crystal Palace and West Bromwich Albion.

Motson’s standing meant that he became part of the impersonator Rory Bremner’s repertoire of characters, complete with the sheepskin coats that became another of his trademarks on screen after he reached for one when horizontal sleet started falling during an FA Cup tie at Wycombe Wanderers’ ground in 1990.

He had them made to measure in Savile Row, central London, able to afford them on an income that he said gave him security after growing up in a family where his father’s income was “very modest”.

John was born in Salford, which was then in Lancashire, to Gwendoline (nee Harrison) and William Motson, a Methodist minister, brought up in London and educated at Culford school, near Bury St Edmonds, in Suffolk.

His father took him to a Charlton Athletic football match when he was six and, spending childhood holidays in Lincolnshire, his mother’s home county, he supported the non-League team Boston United.

As a teenager, Motson played the game himself in the Barnet Sunday League, as well as becoming a Barnet and Potters Bar youth table-tennis champion.

On leaving school, he began his career in journalism as a reporter on the Barnet Press in 1963. He then moved to the Sheffield Morning Telegraph (1967-68), where he started covering football, qualified as an FA preliminary coach and freelanced for BBC Radio Sheffield.

In 1968, he moved to BBC Radio Sport in London and was first heard nationally as presenter of Radio 4’s Saturday-evening after-match Sports Session (1969-70) before commentating on live matches for Radio 2 (1969-71).

He switched to television and Match of the Day in 1971 following Kenneth Wolstenholme’s departure – becoming TV’s youngest football commentator, aged 26.

Motson found himself describing the disaster at the Hillsborough stadium in Sheffield for the 1989 FA Cup semi-final between Nottingham Forest and Liverpool, which resulted in the deaths of 97 Liverpool fans.

During three seasons from 2001 when the BBC lost rights to Premier League highlights to ITV, Motson commentated for Radio 5 Live. On leaving the BBC in 2018, Motson commentated for talkSPORT, as well as appearing regularly as a pundit on the commercial radio station’s football shows.

Ten years earlier, reflecting on the influence of money in football, he had observed: “It’s true that the game has changed so much, and in many ways not for the better, but it is still the game. It is still beautiful and it still has the power, as few others things, to move nations and continents and, every four years, the world.”

Motson, whose autobiography, Motty: 40 Years in the Commentary Box, was published in 2009, was named the Royal Television Society’s commentator of the year in 2004 and won a Bafta special award in 2018. He was made OBE in 2001.

In 1976 he married Anne Jobling, and she survives him, with their son, Frederick.

🔔 John Walker Motson, football commentator, born 10 July 1945; died 23 February 2023

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#JUST FOR BOOKS #John Motson #Motty #in memoriam

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art-of-manliness · 1 year

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Odds & Ends: January 27, 2023

Why Men Kill Themselves. An interesting article from former AoM podcast guest Will Storr that describes a theory of “social perfectionism” that makes some men more likely to kill themselves. According to researcher Rory O’Connor, at the same time that modernity has increased our expectations of what it means to live a good life, it’s also created “more opportunities for men to feel like failures.” The Digital Workplace Is Designed to Bring You Down. An interview highlighting the thought and work of another AoM podcast guest, Cal Newport. In it, Cal explains the things that are getting in the way of our productivity, one of which, of course, is our saturation with communication tools. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. I was toting up the number of different apps I use for communicating and collaborating (both personally and professionally) and it’s at seven. Keeping track of all of them is definitely a pain in the rear. For more insights on this subject, check out our podcasts with Cal on email overload and the quest to be a digital minimalist. Tasty Shreds. There’s a genre of TikTokers and Reel makers that consist of bros showing other bros how to make delicious high-protein, low-calorie meals that are great for those counting macros. Kyle Smith of Tasty Shreds fame is one of these dudes. I haven’t made any of his recipes yet (seems like I need to get me an air fryer first), but it’s just fun to see what healthier twists he comes up with for classic craveable bro food, like the crispy chicken sandwich. I bought his cookbook and hope to try some of the recipes soon. The Letter, the Witch, and the Ring. Our family reads a book out loud together every night, and we’ve together enjoyed several of John Bellairs’ spooky novels over the years. We read The Letter, the Witch, and the Ring (not to be confused with The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe) last fall and it was my favorite family read aloud of 2022. Quote of the Week To will and not to do when there is opportunity, is in reality not to will; and to love what is good and not to do it, when it is possible, is in reality not to love it. —Emanuel Swedenborg The post Odds & Ends: January 27, 2023 appeared first on The Art of Manliness. http://dlvr.it/ShXhSy

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Big Wolf Band - Rebel's Journey

Release Date: 19 Apr 2024

Hailed by music pundits as most highly anticipated album collection of songs of their career, "Rebel’s Journey" is Big Wolf Band’s second instalment of the Rebel’s trilogy of albums. The new album is about the growth of the band and frontman’s Jonathan Earp’s personal journey.

Big Wolf Band have built a reputation as being one of the best live bands on the circuit, delivering dynamic shows with an expansive range of self-penned songs that cover all flavours of blues rock that truly makes them unique. Rebel’s Journey reinforces this bands creativity, musicianship, and delivery. Each song having its own identity but still that unmistakable Big Wolf sound. The band’s ability to drift between genres while keeping their own sound is a big selling point amongst followers of the band.

Vocalist and guitarist Jonathan Earp says, “Rebel’s Journey highlights my own personal battle with my mental and physical health. I have a connective tissue disorder called Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (HEDS) which affects everything. I had surgery in mid-2019 during our 'Be Free' tour to repair damage to my right shoulder, dislocations, and nerve pain. Unfortunately, the operation caused more pain and numbness and for nearly 2 years I struggled to play, some days to even hold a plectrum."

"Songs like 'Standing in the Rain', 'Black Dog Blues', and 'Living on Borrowed Time' are about the battles I had during those dark days. My condition will always be a challenge but one I live with and continue to prove doubters wrong.

"The album isn’t all doom and gloom, despite being in the blues genre. 'Empire and a Prayer', my first co-written song with Justin Johnson, as well as 'Got Me Reeling' and 'Living on Borrowed Time'. We have had many a joke with my dark writing style, Justin brings the light and love. 'Rise Together' is one of the songs on the album I am proud of and is all about the power of love, rising together and that anything is possible.”

Big Wolf Band were recently nominated for “UK Blues Band of the Year” at the 2024 UK Blues Awards.

2024 Tour Dates 29 Mar - The Bear, Luton 31 Mar - Nantwich Jazz and Blues 5 Apr – Temperance Leamington Spa. 12 Apr - Arlington Arts Centre, Newbury 14 Apr - Bromley Blues Club 20 Apr - Blues at the Barleylands, Billericay 21 Apr - Hope Tavern, Market Rasen 26 Apr - Bosworth Blues Festival 11 May - Macclesfield Beer Festival 24 May - Saltburn Blues Club, Redcar 25 May - Booze and Blues Leicester. 7 Jun - Lamp Tavern, Dudley 13 Jun - Red Arrow Music Club, Ramsgate 16 Jun - Blues Weekend at the Toorak Hotel 23 Jun - Bluefunk Rhythm and Blues Club, Poynton (double Header with CBO) 5 Jul – Alfold Rock and Blues Festival, Alfold 9 Aug – Darlington R&B Club 16 Aug Warrington Blues Club 17 Aug - Old Bush Blues Festival 23 Aug Colne R&B Festival 24 Aug – Rory Gallagher Festival, Nantwich 25 Aug - Congleton Jazz and Blues 6 Sep - Nene Valley Festival 15 Sep - Red Lion, Stevenage 20 Sep - Joe Joe Jim’s Birmingham 4 Oct - Backstage at the Green – Kinross 5 Oct - Calendar Jazz & Blues 12 Oct – Boat shack, Upton Warren 1 Nov - Colne Delta Blues and Americana Club 23 Nov - Giffard Arms, Wolverhampton 13 Dec - Emsworth Music Club

#Album Review #Big Wolf Band

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hostor-infotech · 1 year

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Rory McIlroy hits 'impossible' shot despite first round struggles at Phoenix Open

CNN — Another day, another exhibit of mind-boggling golf wizardry from Rory McIlroy. Even in the midst of an underwhelming opening round at the Waste Management Phoenix Open in Arizona on Thursday, the world No.1 found a way to add another slide to his near-endless highlight reel of remarkable shots. Back-to-back bogeys either side of the turn at TPC Scottsdale had seen the Northern Irishman…

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best2daynews · 1 year

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Rory McIlroy hits 'impossible' shot despite first round struggles at Phoenix Open | CNN

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theanticool · 3 years

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Rory "Red King" MacDonald - Highlights || "In For The Kill"

By: MMA Reels

It was nice seeing Rory MacDonald (22-6-1) look like he had found his stride in his PFL debut. The step back in competition (he faced Curtis Millender) almost certainly helped but still needed after a rough 3 year stretch for MacDonald. The former Bellator welterweight champion will look to lock up his spot in the next playoffs of the PFL season when he takes on fellow tenured former UFC fighter Gleison Tibau (34-15) in the main event of PFL 2021 #5 this Thursday (June 17).

#Rory MacDonald #Bellator #PFL #UFC #MMA #Highlight Video #highlight videos

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8dpromo · 3 years

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LTTL - Watercolor (Cold Busted)

8DPromo · LTTL - Watercolor (Cold Busted)

Watercolor is LTTL’s fantastic debut album, released by Los Angeles’s iconic Cold Busted label. The western NY-state beat-maker was trained as a live drummer, but, thanks to a sonic encounter with the sound of MF Doom, emerged as an instrumental hip-hop enthusiast. LTTL’s musical palette is composed of phat and precise rhythms mixed with what he calls “psychedelic elevator music.” Watercolor’s 17 tracks display his technique, resulting in tight, laid-back vibes that groove for days. LTTL’s obsession with colors and the natural world is revealed in the hue-named song titles. “Vermillion Hue” opens Watercolor, ringing electric piano and crisp, classy drums leading into a strange sax-like melody. “Lemon Yellow” is next, sounding like the on-hold music for the chillest of skate shops. Other highlights include the dramatic pulse of “Sky Blue,” the bird songs, jazzy guitar, and boom-bap beat of “Ultramarine,” and the strange melodic pads and growling bass of “Sap Green.” With Watercolor, LTTL has carved out his path among a world of downtempo beat producers. The future is bright as he continues to paint his masterpieces with sound.

Rory Hoy (Super Hi-Fi) – “Absolutely beautiful release. Definitely supporting.” Mr. Bristow (Subtek) – “Lovely, dusty and groovy.” Crate Invader (Point Blank FM, London) – “Stunning and sublime. Props!” Andreas Kinzl (Aromabar) – “Lemon Yellow is captivating.” Salah Sadeq (The Crate Radio Show) – “Lovely sounds and vibe. I will feature and play these.” Hober Mallow (Mighty Reel, Sydney) – “Very slick downtempo grooves. Winner for me.” Lakatos Sandor Suefo (Radio Tilos) – “Perfect for hangover mornings. Especially Ultramarine & Crimson Lake. I will play on air.”

Available Now From: Bandcamp, Beatport, Apple Music, And Spotify.

#Downtempo #Hip Hop #LTTL #Cold Busted #Los Angeles

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there's soooo many other gg quotes I'd want to put on a sweatshirt above that one lol and like honestly we know why she dropped out yale! she was struggling and had just been told by an extremely influential man in her dream industry that she'd be a failure and was grappling for the first time with the prospect of not living up to the expectations put on her by her family! I don't think that speech is even like. top 20 iconic speeches from the show and mostly it kinda just highlights how absent jess had obviously been from rory's life at this point and the fact he didn't really know her as an adult (which isn't a criticism it's just a fact about their closeness at this point). I get that we all probably felt at some point that moment of "noo rory don't drop out of yale!" but for me ultimately I'd rather we see her go through that and have this period of us questioning her choices and her questions her own choices and then eventually see her succeed and reaffirm her passions and graduate on time than just see her always do what we as viewers and also the other people in her life expected!

#answered #anonymous #gilmore girls

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friendly-jester · 1 month

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Me watching Godzilla movies as a kid: Mothra and Godzilla are married and in love 🥰

Me watching Godzilla movies as an adult: Mothra and Godzilla are married and in love 🥰

#kaiju #godzilla #mothra #mothzilla #mothra x godzilla #godzilla x mothra #shouting into the void*#rory's highlight reel*

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rorykurago · 1 year

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Gonna write this assignment drunk or I'm not writing it at all

#4-line run-on sentences lets gooooo #Rory studies #it's espresso liqueur ok I'm studenting the way it should be done #coffee is coffee even when it's coffee+#academic highlights reel #I'm going to finish this Masters or it's going to finish me #Two Fighters Enter One Fighter Leaves

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brightcopperpenny · 5 years

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The end of 2018 means the end of my fourth year of Irish dance! Some highlights and memories from this year:

9th place in trad set at Oireachtas!!! I cracked the top 10! This was a very different competition compared to previous years, because we finally got an age split in the Western region. I was in the Under-40 category, and the level of competition was so high! Lots of people who hadn’t come to Oireachtas in the last few years, lots of people who used to dance as kids, lots of amazing dancing going on. And as always, lots of mutual support and friendship, because the Western region adults are so fabulous. I was just happy to recall, and to be top 10 was SUPER exciting! There were 4 of us from my school in our competition, and we placed 5th, 6th, 7th, and 9th. We were really happy.

I GOT A SOLO DRESS FINALLY!!!!! I love it with my whole heart. It’s exactly what I wanted, and it’s beautiful and flattering and I glued eighteen million rhinestones to it so I sparkle like a rainbow disco ball.

I FINALLY won Novice single jig! I almost cried when I saw the results, seriously. That just leaves hornpipe as my only Novice dance. I won it once this year, but there were only 4 people, and the other times I wasn’t even close. But part of the reason might be...

I switched to competing both slow hornpipe and treble jig starting in June. This was rather a scary leap to make, but I felt like they looked decent enough to compete, and I wanted to feel more challenged. I really love slow hardshoe and it’s fun to see the progress I’ve made with it.

I hurt my left calf over the summer-- the same place I tore it in 2015. It sucked, but I worked with an awesome physical therapist who showed me where I had serious muscle imbalances and how that was impacting my dancing, and helped me figure out how to activate other muscles when I dance so I’m not putting so much strain on my calves. It means a lot of work to retrain my muscle memory, but it’ll be worth it if it helps prevent injury. I pretty much had to skip all 3 fall feises other than teams, my novice dances, and the specials, and that sucked! I want to compete!!!

One practice in July, Rori asked us what we wanted to work on, and Bethany said “I want to do a birdie!” and I said “I want to do an axel!” pretty much completely out of the blue. Rori kind of blinked at us, but she put them into our reels and slip jigs so we could try them out. I LOVE AXELS SO MUCH. Because of my injury I didn’t compete soft shoe this fall, so I’m excited to debut the steps with axels added at our feis in February!

A bunch of the adult team members went to Ulta together to get a makeup lesson on how to do our team makeup this year. It was really fun and a bit silly and definitely pretty extra, but if you get the chance to have a former ballroom dancer named TylerRyan show you how to do fabulous dramatic eyes, take that chance!

We switched to a new 8-hand this year- we had done Trip to the Cottage for the past 3 years, since I first started dancing, and now we are doing the 8-hand reel. It was a fun challenge to learn it, and I got to keep my top gent spot. We got 2nd at Oireachtas (out of 3) which was exactly what we deserved, and more importantly we danced it the best we could and I had a really great time onstage. It made up for the 4-hand, where I got a cramp in my toe right as the music started, and we ended up 4th of 8. :(

Oireachtas as a whole was really fun. A lot of the other adults went wine tasting (it was in Portland), but Bethany and I basically lived in the convention center for 3 days and watched as much dancing as we possibly could. One of our U15s recalled for the first time after many years of competing, and it was so exciting to be there for her and support her as she danced her set.

Even with all the missed competitions, I had great solo results overall this year! I won a special for the first time (reel) and placed top 3 in 4 others, plus I had 5 Prizewinner first places!

And oh yeah, not related to Irish dance competitions, but a bunch of us from my school did a Doctor Who Irish dance entry for the San Diego Comic-Con Masquerade called Time Lord of the Dance and we won a bunch of awards and got a standing ovation. Best performance experience ever.

And now goals for 2019!

Learn a new trad set- after 4 years of competing St Pat’s, I think it’s time. Multiple people have told me I need to be dancing Garden of Daisies with my dress, so maybe? It’s a pretty one.

Become a full prizewinner! Moving Novice hornpipe up is going to be difficult since there’s such tough competition in that dance for some reason, but hopefully at our feis and the St Ambroses, we can get at least 5 people and I can actually perform hornpipe the way I know I can.

Place in the top 10 again in trad set at Oireachtas, or, if we get an adult championship and my teachers approve, I would like to compete in the championship.

Continue working on technique (turnout/cross/straight legs/pointy feet) and also work to keep my core and posterior chain engaged during dance, not leaving my calves to do all the work.

Work on flexibility, hopefully to include flexibility class at the circus center, with the end goal of improving my clicks.

Practice at home twice a week.

Get back to the gym for strength and cardio training at least twice a week, or find some videos I can do at home.

#irish dance

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Perfect Reflection

Pairings: Eleventh Doctor/Rose Tyler, Amy Pond/Rory Williams

Summary: After all the years Rose Tyler spent on the parallel world, she might have a way to return...

Reunion fic, post - “Journey’s End”, during the events of Season 6 episode 3: The Curse of the Black Spot

@doctorroseprompts

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The mist was thick around the ship, which had been stationary for three days. Captain Henry Avery wondered how much longer they would remain so, for they were running out of food and their ship had been becalmed right where the siren had last been seen. What were once fantastical rumors had turned into the captain’s nightmare, killing most of his men.

He turned around when he heard the sound of his crew mates hammering at his cabin door. He strode over and pulled the door open, knowing better than to hope for the best.

“He slipped in the bilge water, Cap'n, and fell on to the rigger.” The boatswain paused, before adding, “his hand – I don't know if he'll survive.”

Henry barely spared a glance at the other man’s bleeding hand, more interested in the palm of the other. “You’re a dead man, McGrath, same as all the others,” he said gravely, turning it over to see a black spot, which at first glance would have seemed like an ink blot of some sort – but he knew better.

Above them, a woman’s voice began to sing, a haunting melody that the sailors had come to dread over the three days they’d been becalmed.

“She’s here,” he said.

“Oh, save our souls,” the boatswain moaned softly.

McGrath shuddered. “I’ve got to escape!”

“Don’t go out there, McGrath, don’t listen, for God’s sake. The siren is a-calling!”

Henry watched motionlessly as the marked man grabbed a gun and stumbled out onto the deck. Then, as the door swung shut behind him, he pulled out the key and locked them inside, wrapping his medallion around the handle. For a few moments, only the song and McGrath’s footsteps were heard, but even those stopped as he succumbed to the siren’s call with a scream.

...

Rose Tyler had had enough of heartbreak and waiting around. Her Doctor had encouraged her to continue the research with the Dimension Cannon, though she knew better than anyone else that the chances of her getting to the prime universe were next to none. Still, she clung to the hope that she would one day return to where she belonged, even when everyone around her could not support her.

She worked day and night in the TARDIS, adjusting the ship’s controls to move not only across time and space, but also across universes. The ship hummed when she ran the scans for a wide enough gap.

Rose felt that she could not wait any longer, and she drummed her fingers impatiently on the console. Time seemed to pass agonizingly slowly. The scanner beeped and Rose pulled the monitor towards her, going through the results. Her stomach twisted when she got through to the end.

Of course, there was a gap to the prime universe, but it wasn’t big enough for both her and the TARDIS.

“I can’t leave you here, Old Girl,” she muttered. “You’ve been with me for so long.”

The TARDIS chimed, highlighting a paragraph in the scan results.

Merging the cores… Rose frowned. “Is that even possible?”

Another chime. I hope you’re right, Old Girl, Rose thought, and reached out for the heart of the sentient time ship.

...

“How did she get in?” Captain Avery asked.

“Bilge water. She's using water like a portal, a door. She can materialise through a single drop,” The Doctor explained. “We need to go somewhere with no water.”

“Well, thank God we're not in the middle of the ocean,” Amy muttered.

“Did you see her eyes? Like crystal pools,” Rory piped in.

Amy held up a hand. “You are in enough trouble.”

“The magazine,” Avery remembered.

“What?”

“He means the armoury where the powder's stored.”

“It's dry as a bone.”

“Good. Let's go there.”

“I give the orders,” Avery growled.

The Doctor tamped down on his irritation. He tried to cover it up with a flippant remark, like he normally did in this form. “Ah. Worried because I'm wearing a hat now? Nobody touch anything sharp!”

“Come on, Rory.” Amy pulled her husband towards them.

“Quickly, man,” Avery snapped at the other man, the boatswain, the Doctor thought he was called, who was shuffling through his ring of keys. Why was it always a ring of keys, the Doctor mused distractedly.

“I can't find the key. ‘Tis gone, Cap'n.”

“How can it have gone?”

The Doctor noticed a small crack of light and pushed the door lightly. It swung open easily, leaving the men speechless. His voice was soft as he voiced the thought in all their minds. “Someone else had the same idea.”

...

Rose felt a warm consciousness in her mind, bright and golden, as she had for the last fifty years – and once before that too, she now remembered, as she merged her consciousness with that of the TARDIS once more. She figured her altered physiology should be able to stand the Time Vortex now.

She finally remembered everything that had transpired all those years ago on the Game Station, the day she’d changed, and the day her Doctor had changed too – changed for her, as she had done for him.

Took him long enough to notice, don’t you think, Dear? Rose asked the TARDIS, even as she channeled the power of the Time Vortex to the Dimension Hopper for a single trip. She knew that it would only last for one trip, and dissolve immediately after. The TARDIS matrix, on the other hand…

Rose knew what to do. She turned around to look at the familiar doors one last time. Tears streamed from her eyes, even as gold light poured into them. Taking in a deep breath, she directed all her willpower into sending the power of the Vortex into the hopper she held in her hand. She pressed the large, smooth plastic button – and was gone, falling through the vortex with incredible precision, with the TARDIS matrix protecting her as the Void tried to pull her in.

...

“Where are we?” Amy got up slowly, taking in her new surroundings.

“We haven't moved. We're in exactly the same place as before,” the Doctor said.

The two – no, three, for Captain Avery had woken as well – of them stared out through a window onto the deck of the very ship they’d been on just moments (had it been moments?) ago.

“We're on a ghost ship.”

“No. It's real. Space ship trapped in a temporal rift.” The Doctor frowned. “Still, there’s something about this place…”

“How can two ships be in the same place?”

“Not the same. Two planes, two worlds, two cars parked in the same space. There are lots of different universes nested inside each other. Now and again they collide, and you can step from one to the other.” The explanation seemed important. Why did it seem important? The Doctor’s mind was reeling. Finally, he located the source of the odd presence in his mind. Well, the feeling itself wasn't odd, but the presence was intriguing.

Somewhere on this ship, there was another telepath.

“Okay, I think I understand.”

“Good, because it's not like that at all. But if that helps. I mean. It’s a very vague sort of comparison. It’s much more complex than that. Such overlapping of universes only happens for a short while, then they separate again after a bit.” The Doctor tried to follow the telepathic trace, reaching out towards the other presence cautiously.

“Thanks.”

“All the reflections have suddenly become gateways,” the Doctor said. “Ever look in a mirror and think you're seeing a whole other world? Well, this time it's not an illusion.”

He picked up a piece of metal and flung it at the glass. It flew through it and landed on the deck of the ship, the glass rippling like the surface of a lake as it passed through.

…

The Doctor tuned out most of the conversation between Avery and Amy. He was worried about the other telepath, whose signature was somehow very familiar to him. He turned around the corner into a room filled with beds.

An infirmary, he realised. The presence was stronger here, he noticed, and reinforced by-

“The TARDIS!” he cried, and ran to the ship. She urged him to go to the other telepathic presence, but before the Doctor could respond, he heard a voice, right next to his beloved time ship. The Doctor’s hearts skipped a beat as he a woman stepped out into full view in front of him, eyes bright and... glinting gold?

“My Doctor,” Rose said through a watery smile.

“How?” he asked weakly. He took Rose Tyler’s hand, and reached for her. His hand brushed against the ring on her finger, the one she had worn since the day they had said their vows under the stars. The light that had shone down on them that day was bright gold, like Rose’s eyes were right now.

“Bad Wolf.” He whispered, as the pieces clicked together. It explained why the TARDIS had been unwilling to leave, at the very least.

“I told you I would find a way back,” she said simply.

“And the other Doctor?”

Her expression turned melancholy. “He gave me his forever, but I couldn’t give him mine.”

Before the Doctor could process the implications of that statement, he heard Amy calling for him. Still holding Rose’s hand, he moved over to Amy’s side, glancing down at the immobile figure on the bed. He scanned Rory with the sonic screwdriver, before a thought struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Hang on, Rose was telepathic?

The Doctor decided that it was a conversation for later, reminding himself that Rory still lay unconscious in front of them.

“She's keeping him alive. His brain is still active, but all its cellular activity is suspended. It's not a curse, it's a tissue sample. Why get samples of people you are about to kill?” He wondered aloud.

“Help me get him up,” Amy muttered, as Rory stirred uncomfortably.

The Doctor started as he heard a small hiss. “She’s coming,” he whispered and ducked out of view. The siren had started to sing to Rory, who calmed down again. “Amy, this is Rose Tyler. Rose, this is Amelia Pond. That man on the bed there-“

“I saw her bring him in, he seemed to be choking on something,” Rose remembered.

“That’s Rory Williams. Rory Pond. However the two of you worked it out. Anyway, that’s Amy’s husband. He’s a nurse.”

“Nice to meet you, Amy,” Rose whispered. “It’s good to know that the Doctor’s still making friends.”

“Oh, is that what he’s doing? I guess it’s nice to meet you too,” Amy said with a frown.

“Did he not mention me to you?”

“Might have, actually, but it must’ve slipped my mind. I’ve not been my best these last few days,” she whispered.

“I definitely did mention you on many occasions, Rose Tyler.” A swift movement caught his attention. The Doctor heard a click as Captain Avery lifted his pistol, balancing it with his left hand.

“Captain, no!”

Avery fired at the siren. The Doctor took a step forward and the siren hissed, turning flaming red at the sight of the intruders. The bullet passed through harmlessly, clanging on the opposite wall. The Doctor stared at the siren, who was slowly advancing on him. There was a small noise as Amy tried to get Rory off the bed, and the siren hissed turned to her instead. The Doctor decided to take care of Avery later.

“Okay, so what are you? You take tissue samples of the weak or wounded, and bring them to this room, behind screens, and do what? You don’t exactly kill them, just keep them… Oh.”

“Oh what?” Amy asked impatiently, not stepping away from the bed. “I’d like to get to my husband, if you don’t mind, Doctor.”

But Rose had caught on as well. Fifty years of travel in time and space had taught her quite a lot, and some things stayed the same even across an entire universe.

“Amy,” she said gently, “She’s not a killer at all. She’s a doctor.”

This was enough to startle her, and Amy moved away from the bed immediately. The siren stopped, turning green again and assuming a calm air.

“This is an automated sick bay. It's teleporting everyone on board. Everyone on here is dead, and so the sick bay has had nothing to do. It's been looking after humanity whilst it's been idle. Look at her. A virtual doctor able to sterilise a whole room.”

“Able to burn your face off,” Amy muttered resentfully.

“Oh but she’s just an interface,” Rose said earnestly. “She seeped through the planes, which was how I managed to get through in the first place, and broadcast in our world.”

“Protean circuitry means that she can change her form, and become a human doctor-”

“A human-looking doctor,” Rose corrected.

“Right, a human looking doctor for humans. Oh, that is good!”

“But she won’t let us take them,” Amy half whispered.

“She’s got them stabilized, but doesn’t know what to do with them.”

“Mind, when I got here, she didn’t know what to do with me either, until she saw that I was all right, just a bit tired.”

“I never asked, how did you get here?”

“Er, maybe that discussion can wait?”

“Thank you,” Amy muttered. “So she can’t heal them, but I’m his wife, for God’s sake. Why can’t I touch him?”

“’Cause you haven’t asked her for permission,” Rose reasoned. “Go on, tell her that you’re his wife. Show her your ring, it’s proof enough for most cultures.”

Amy nodded and showed her the ring on her finger. The siren tilted her head, looking mildly curious. “Look, he's very ill, okay? I just want to look after him. Why won't you let me near my husband?”

The siren didn’t reply, but held out her hand. A glowing circle appeared around it.

“What’s that?”

“A consent form,” Rose said. “Put your hand through, it’s like signing it. You’ll be taking full responsibility of Rory.”

Amy extended her hand, holding it above that of the siren’s. The circle disappeared, and the siren faded out peacefully. Amy promptly flicked a switch, presumably that of the life support, and Rory seized up immediately, unable to draw in a breath. Rose slammed her hand back on the switch, and he relaxed.

“He can’t breathe,” The Doctor muttered.

“What do we do? I can’t just leave him here.”

Avery, who’d come up behind them, spoke up at this point. “He’ll die if he’s taken out.”

“What happened to him?” Rose asked as Amy tried to wake him gently.

The Doctor stepped out of earshot and started to explain to Rose, as concisely as possible, what had transpired on the ship, when she raised a hand. “Doctor, we don’t have time.”

“I know, but there is a way I can share the information with you.”

“What is it?”

“I could form a link with you, a temporary telepathic link. You are somehow telepathically compatible with me now, so you and I can share our memories over the link. The entire process would take seconds.”

“The process of creating the link or sharing the memories?”

“Both. But, Rose, I know how much you don’t like telepathy…”

“No, Doctor, I don’t like it when it’s used on me without my knowledge,” she corrected him. “I trust you.”

He nodded and raised his hands to her temples. She instinctively did the same, following his example and overall behaving like a natural telepath.

Rose, it’s like you were born telepathic.

I think it’s because of Bad Wolf.

Of course it would be. The Doctor led his mind into hers, and she led hers into his, forming the link. The two of them exchanged their memories, which flooded over the other in rapid flashes. The Doctor removed his hands from her temples, and frowned when he still felt the connection in his mind.

He supposed it would take a while for it to dissolve slowly and naturally. After all, it had been ages since he’d had to deal with telepathy, apart from the TARDIS.

“You’re right, Rose, these changes are because of Bad Wolf, but not from the first time round. They happened when you returned from the parallel universe.”

To his surprise, her eyes filled with tears. “Yeah, but that’s only the telepathy, Doctor,” she said in a shaky voice, but before he could reply Avery called them over. Knowing that Rose needed a moment to compose herself, the Doctor struck up a small conversation with Avery, informing him that his son was suffering from typhoid fever, and laying out the man’s options before him.

When he felt Rose’s emotions settle, he glanced up at her. She was talking to Amy and Rory, her brows slashing a frown across her face. “All the same, we need to get this ship into deep space. I mean, imagine if she got ashore, that would be terrifying for everyone.”

Rory nodded as the Doctor walked over and squeezed his shoulder. Avery spoke up once more. “I could fly this ship. Stay with Toby. He’s not got a life back in jolly old England, not when his father is a wanted man.”

“Are you sure?”

“Just point me to the controls.”

The Doctor nodded.

“I know you’re going to do this, Amy. You won’t muck it up. Well, if you do, I’ll be very cross. And dead. Very cross, and very dead,” Rory said reassuringly.

Amy smiled gratefully through her tears. “Ready?” she asked, and when he nodded, Rose and the Doctor worked together, switching off the life support and pulling off the restraints. The Doctor then lent Amy a hand in carrying Rory back to the TARDIS, where he lay deathly still.

While Amy started to perform CPR on her husband, the Doctor decided that something was wrong with the bond, which was still not fading. He tested the strength of his barriers and started to panic. Connected as they were, Rose felt his rising discomfort. What’s wrong?

I think-

Their silent conversation was interrupted by Amy’s strangled sobs. Rose was on her knees next to the other woman immediately, comforting her and encouraging her to continue. Amy performed a few more rounds, before stopping to check for any response. When, even after a half minute, Rory remained still, she started to sob against Rose’s shoulder. Rose held Amy tightly, rubbing circles into her back. She knew that no words would be able to console her.

However, she felt her time senses tingle and saw a diverging timeline, one which started with her return to the prime universe, and leading into many points in the Doctor’s timeline, both in his past and his future. One thing, however, was clear to Rose, the two of them would not be losing companions or leaving them behind for a long time.

Rory coughed suddenly, only confirming Rose’s observations. Amy pulled away from her, and she sank back into the Doctor’s arms, which were already outstretched and waiting for her. They let the couple share a few moments together in peace while reveling in their own private moment.

What’s on your mind, Doctor?

Oh, well, I… I think I might have done something wrong while creating our link…

Does this have something to do with it not fading?

That is the problem, actually.

What did you do?

I think I created a permanent link, which is also called a bond.

Oh. Rose frowned up at him. So what’s wrong?

The bond… it’s a marriage bond. We’d be completely open to each other. No barriers would shield each other from our thoughts.

Rose burst out laughing. Amy and Rory stared at them, but she didn’t care. Oh, blimey, she thought.

Doctor, are you saying that we got married? Again? And… by accident?

The Doctor blinked, before he too started laughing. Well, that is a funny way to put it, but seriously, we’d be open books to each other.

Doctor, I’d love to share a bond with you, if you won’t mind it.

Me? Rose, I thought you wouldn’t want-

Doctor. Rose stopped him with a flood of memories about the metacrisis Doctor with whom she’d spent the last fifty years of their lives. It had been twenty years before they both realised she wasn’t ageing, and they’d tried to make the best of their time, while also working on a way to get back. He’d told her everything there was to know about the Time Lords, and what he suspected about her changed biology.

The TARDIS’ scanners had confirmed the rest.

Don’t you see? I want this with you, Doctor. When I promised you forever I meant it. Especially if it’s longer than I thought.

The Doctor was stunned enough for him to be speechless, something that Rose realised was uncharacteristic even for this regeneration. She sighed and pulled him forward by the lapels of his tweed jacket, pressing her lips to his. He braced himself with one hand behind him, and held her closer with the other, running his fingers through her hair.

Amy cleared her throat behind them and they broke apart, blushing like guilty teenagers. “Well? Doctor? I know her name, but I don’t know anything else about Rose Tyler.” She turned to look at Rose. “Who are you?” she asked curiously.

Rose grinned up at the Doctor. “Oh, the Stuff of Legend.”

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