I wonder if the world’s cheekiest English teacher knows I’ll be getting home, tomorrow night?
Tomorrow night? Really? I’ll have to make sure the apartment and porridge are presentable won’t I?
And you wearing as little as possible.
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I wonder if the world’s cheekiest English teacher knows I’ll be getting home, tomorrow night?
Tomorrow night? Really? I’ll have to make sure the apartment and porridge are presentable won’t I?
And you wearing as little as possible.
I wonder if the world’s cheekiest English teacher knows I’ll be getting home, tomorrow night?
OOC
I’m baaaaaack!
Lydia bathing prompts certain.. thoughts in my mind.
Just think. I get to come home to this face every single day. Lucky fella, me.
If your life is so incredibly empty and entirely without meaning that you have to post hate in the Clara Oswald tag then I really think you need to reevaluate your priorities in life.
thedoctorsboss:
centurioaeternum:
Rory lay in bed with his beloved, holding her close. “That was her, wasn’t it? One of the echoes? Closest I ever had was that Auton me. Blimey, there’s a story to tell, one day.”
Oswin nodded against his chest and said, “I don’t know much about my echoes, but apparently that one was particularly bad ass.” She reached to grab his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. “We really are quite the pair, aren’t we? Echoes and Autons.”
Rory nodded. “Her and the Victorian Governess slash barmaid. The Doctor seemed pretty fond of that one, didn’t he? Sly old rogue, he is.” He gave a gentle kiss and smiled. “Yes we are, m’love. I’d not have it any other way.”
Rory lay in bed with his beloved, holding her close. “That was her, wasn’t it? One of the echoes? Closest I ever had was that Auton me. Blimey, there’s a story to tell, one day.”
That’s the face I wake up to, every morning.
I mean seriously, how am I not the luckiest man alive?
thedoctorsboss:
centurioaeternum:
thedoctorsboss:
“No. Absolutely not. Nobody will HARM him! In fact you will give him back in one piece or I will make you all PAY.”
“I really don’t want to know, do I?”
“Let’s just chalk it up to a bad dream! Also, nobody’s ever allowed to kidnap or torture you, ever.”
“Hey! Hey, hey, hey. I’m here, okay? I’m right here. I promise. Nobody’s ever going to separate us for long. Even if they tried, the grey haired stick insect would sort them, yeah?” His poor love. he thought. They’d both been having nightmares of late.
thedoctorsboss:
“No. Absolutely not. Nobody will HARM him! In fact you will give him back in one piece or I will make you all PAY.”
“I really don’t want to know, do I?”
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See how innocent I am? Really, a perfect angel.
Oswin is watching a grey haired Scottish stick insect who looks very familiar. Hmmm.
“Did I hear someone call for thighs?”