Some Mike Yates sketches that I drew and never posted.
Torn between morality and loyalty.
There has been so much Yates fanart on tumblr recently I am in heaven.
давно не выкладывала здесь ничего
re-draw of my Brig/Yates sketch
wanna see more?
Reblog all the Yates fanart. Always.
Yates fanart? Instant reblog.
The Mind of Evil more like “everyone at UNIT’s a babe”
did i mention there’s captions
A quickie Doctor Who sketch of Mike Yates and Izzy Somebody, for Rose’s birthday.
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH this is the best thank you Krissy! :D
I believe that Mike never wanted to be in the army anyway. He just wanted to be a poet and spend hours sitting in fields painting the scenery in watercolours. But his family didn’t view that as an acceptable vocation, and because Mike didn’t want to let them down, he dropped his dream and went to military school. Joining the Buddhist monastery was the best thing he ever did for himself, and he’s never felt so happy and free because he was in the country, living the calm life he’d always wanted.
I see your headcanon and raise you
(?? except that sounds condescending, I don’t mean it in a one-upping way) a relevant excerpt from Gary Russel’s The Scales of Injustice:
As he approached, Maisie Hawke stuck her head out of the window, smiling. ‘Hey, Michael. I don’t think any of the locals are going to attack us. No need for the pistol, eh?’
He got into the passenger seat. ‘Can’t be too careful, Maisie. You never know. The Brig always says to be prepared.’
‘You sound like a boy scout.’ She was still smiling. ‘When you’ve been with UNIT a while longer, you’ll relax a bit more.’
Mike shrugged. ‘Yeah, but how long is that? The life-expectancy of a UNIT soldier isn’t exactly known to be high.’
‘We all know the risks when we sign on the dotted line. No one forces us here, you know.’
Mike opened the glove compartment, taking out a bar of Dairy Milk. He broke off a piece, offering it to Hawke. She took it and began munching. He did the same. ‘I know, but it sounds quite glamorous when you’re in the regular army, pounding some parade square. Or going on endless manoeuvres in Germany.’
Hawke shrugged. ‘So. Why did you join up?’
Mike stared out of the windscreen. ‘A long story involving family pressure, peer group pressure, university pressure and personal inability to say no to anyone who thought they could run my life better than I could.’
‘Wow. Anything you do actually like in your life?’
Mike looked at her in concern. ‘No, don’t get me wrong. I actually like it. I mean, UNIT is great because it has an element of risk. Of the unknown. I’ve done things here that I could never have dreamed of. I’ve travelled through time rips, I’ve arranged for top secret objects to be locked away. I’ve seen more weirdness here in two months than I could have hoped for in ten years in the regular army. I’m not leaving this place unless it’s on a blanket-covered stretcher.’
Idk, that doesn’t quite match my headcanon, but my headcanon is vast and intricate and at times contradictory. I should type it up, one of these days. For the like, two or three people on tumblr who give a shit AWW YEAH Mike Yates appreciation fistbump, ladies.
He tugged some more web free of her dress, then said: ‘If you can hold on to my shoulders, I think I can pull the rest of you free.’
Awkwardly she clasped her arm about him as he suggested. ‘Do you often manage to induce girls to embrace you so soon after you’ve been introduced, Sergeant Yates?’
‘It’s a technique I’ve been working on,’ Mike responded in kind.
= = = =
His work complete, he helped her up, watching her anxiously.
‘It’s all right,’ she assured him. ‘I’m feeling much better now. I’m not usually the fainting type, you know. But I do look a sight,’ she added, looking ruefully down at her plastic-wrapped feet and her ragged skirt, through which her equally dirty and torn slip could be seen. She tried to pull some of the longer tears together. ‘This dress is hardly decent anymore.’
‘According to the best Paris fashion houses, the freshly torn hem is the new jungle look this year,’ Mike assured her sincerely.
‘Does the British Army train all its sergeants in reassuring light banter for embarrassing situations?’
‘The first thing we learn, ’ Mike confirmed, ‘after which end of the gun is the dangerous one, of course.’
~EYE OF THE GIANT by Christopher Bulis
‘Quite, sir,’ Mike agreed. He wasn’t fooled. He could see the Brigadier was worried about the lost scientists but wouldn’t admit it. Underneath his reserve and occasional bluster, Mike guessed he was a real softie at heart.
There was a muffled curse and the clang of a dropped tool from the accumulator racks. Osgood had pinched his finger in his pliers. The Brigadier spun round, eyes blazing. ‘Great heavens , man! If you can’t even wire a plug properly I’ll find somebody who can, and you’ll be standing the next three months’ guard duty!’
Yes, just a big softie all right, thought Mike.
~EYE OF THE GIANT by Christopher Bulis
And now, for my own reference and should anyone else be interested, selected excerpts from the Doctor Who tie-in novel, DEEP BLUE, by Mark Morris.
Alternatively titled: How, Against All Odds, I Started Shipping Mike Yates and Tegan Jovanka. No, Really.
(Sometime, after I’ve slept, I’ll post a
huge moderately-sized meta about all the reasons why I love this plot thread and why it’s perfect for their characters.)