∗∘∙ YOUR CHILDREN OF TIME

a multi muse doctor who role play blog

[childrenoftiime]

I might have freaked out when Brig stopped calling Yates, Yates and called him Mike -- afraid he was killed by a bomb.

Then in the next episode insisted he had finished work for the day because he hadn’t fuckin’ died. Even with lots of work to do. 

I love this man so much 

[manculture]

Taron Egerton

[musingsiren]

as long as i have YOU by my side it will be  o k a y. no matter what, at least we have each other.

[miillennials]

*reminder*

just because i’m very slow with replies doesn’t mean i don’t care about our plot !!!

[regenerations]

TARDIS for short (x)

[childrenoftiime]

okaycallmefred

He heard the door open, and he let out a groan of annoyance as he lay on the sofa, his penthouse suite was a mess, but that didn’t mean he needed it cleaned. His mouth was parched, he wanted a drink --- and there wasn’t one in reach. 

So he barked at the figure who’d entered the room without looking back.

“---- I didn’t hire a cleaner for today, if you don’t mind sodding off. I’m nursing a hangover. I don’t mean to be disturbed.”

[childrenoftiime]

i forgot i made this manip so long ago. back when i had the energy. 

[childrenoftiime]

“Johnny unwrapped himself from his mother’s side and grinned broadly. ‘I want to be a top pop star like Julian Blake. Or Mr Big Hat out of Slade.’ ‘I’ll buy all of your records,’ said Julia, charmed by Johnny’s cheeky, ragamuffin smile. ‘He’s so sweet. Can I take him back to Redborough with me?’ ‘Oh, don’t encourage him, for goodness sake,’ Barbara said, wryly. ‘He’s a dreamer, this one. Last week he wanted to be an astronaut. Next week it’ll be something different.”

Byzantium!

[rocksgreatestson-deactivated201]

“ ROCKS GREATEST SON. “ @timesvigilante

[tony-starkrogers]

A Look™: Tony Stark in plaid

[childrenoftiime]

❤ for Henry / keenxeye

♥: Your muse crying about something

@keenxeye

This was the last thing he had expected. For him to return to his small office to find Laurencia crying inside it. His eyes widened with worry, before walking towards her, tentatively.  

“Is something the matter....what’s happened?”

[childrenoftiime]

♕: Holding hands (For Gordy from Ollie)

♕: Holding hands

Maybe it was because Gordy had still been getting used to being out to his family, something that they had accepted, was not something he had really shown them much of. It wasn’t like he talked about men in front of them, or discussed his boyfriend. But this was the first time, out of their first dinner together that he and Ollie had been out publicly with them. It was a simple walk, around Hyde Park on a bank holiday weekend. The weather was bright, and they, despite having work to go to later in the day, Gordy working in a pub and Ollie supposedly on shift work he had to get back too — meant that in a way, he was on a double date with his mother. He noticed Ed and Kate holding hands a little way in front of them, giving the men their space. It was strange, to see his mother so casual, to see his mother laughing, widely. He hadn’t seen her laugh like that for months, not since before his granddad had died…Suddenly, as though the other man had come to a similar thought, Ollie reached out and took his hand, intertwining their fingers.

And Gordon didn’t let go, his eyes shining back at him. 

“––– well now you’re just showing off…” Gordon said, and he didn’t dare let go, but he did bring the hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it and winked “Maybe we should play catch up to Ed before he kills my mum with bad pun overload.”

@fiiveroundsrapid @exbenignitas

[childrenoftiime]

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together (For Gollie)

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

I guess, in reality, it had been a date, not that they had really called it that. Gordy teased of course, it was in his make up, to quip and say flirtatious things to his friends.

But, at some point, dinner and a movie with a friend seemed to be so much more than that.

The movie wasn’t as good as they’d hoped it would be, not to mention Gordon living in a bedsit, it wasn’t like it was the most comfortable place to live. But atleast the sofa was comfortable. He hadn’t realised it straight away, the soft ness of Ollie’s face on his shoulder. But then he found himself becoming comfortable too, his head lolling to rest against the other man just as easily, as though it as the most natural thing in the world, for two good friends to be so comfortable. Before the film had even really begun, thanks to perhaps a heavy meal Ollie had bought, or just the warmth of their bodies and the sofa, both the Unit officer, and the pub barman, were asleep, as the TV played on, ignoring they were there. 

[childrenoftiime]

judaskisse:

             ❝ YES. IT’S ME HENRY.   ❞ She could see the recognition in his gaze, her own eyes clouding over with unshed tears as she held her breath & waited. She knew what it is to walk around without your memories, an  empty vessel, waiting, just waiting, until one day, the memories come washing back to you, pouring over the edges of your entire being until you feel more than you’ve felt in a long time. Still it persists, the good, the bad, the truly terrible. She watched him fall, saw the exact moment his knees gave way like someone had pressed a button on some bloody  invisible remote & slowed the whole world for a fraction of a second. 

             ❝ Henry! It’s-It’s alright darling. It’s going to be ok. ❞ River sunk to the ground to join him, wrists trembling as  she reached out to try & steady him. Her hands paused halfway however, reluctant to move an inch further. She feared that this might all be a terrible trick, that her hands would go straight through him, leave her clutching the air. Then he’d turn to dust & disappear before her eyes & she’d be left kneeling in the dirt with nothing & no one. Just as it had been all those years ago. He’s dead River. Like everyone else you’ve ever loved. 

               She bit down on her bottom lip, determined to quash the doubt in her mind. Henry is a Pond at heart & the universe has always had a hard time trying to rid itself of them. This moment is real, you can feel the ground underneath you, smell the stench of motor oil clings to the air, taste the iron tang of blood on your tongue. All real….. & so is he. Small fingers closed around his jacket, letting out a shaky laugh as she realised she was grasping something solid. Henry. My Henry. Her self restraint broke then, hands settling on either side of his face so she could reach up  & plant a kiss on the top of his head. ❝ Henry.  ❞  She murmured, voice thick with emotion. It took a moment for his words to register, eyes searching his hurriedly, dismayed at what she saw there. 

              ❝  Henry….. ❞ She began for the third time, swallowing back the feeling of dread,   ❝  What is it? What’s wrong?  ❞  

It’s almost too much. Too much. So many emotions to grapple with, as she holds onto him, he allows himself to take the weight off, his head leaning into her shoulder as he processes his life --- and his death.  But it got easier, the comfort of someone else, someone to help process. Not just any someone. His mother, being here. 

He focuses on breathing. Counting to ten. Then another count to ten, out loud, but a whisper hushed into his mum’s shoulder.  Henry could hear her concern, he swallowed.  “It’s okay....nothing. Nothing’s wrong.” He tells her, regaining some composure, his eyes still stinging with tears.  “It’s like I could see everything i’ve ever done...all at once....like a television show fast forwarded...”

He puts a hand cautiously to his hair, to push his hair out of his face. He’s still on his knees, as is River --- and he doesn’t let go of her, tentatively his hand entwined with hers, just taking her in. 

He did know her, this face, though it was like he had glimpse it some other place --- the Doctor. 

This was the Doctor’s doing, he was sure of it. Maybe, he had shown him a picture, but he knew. He knew this was River, or maybe it was just because he was her son, and he could find her anywhere in the universe, just as she had found him today...

He looks at her a bit more intently, reading those tear-filled eyes. “I’ve not seen this face before, it’s....it’s very pretty mum.”

[childrenoftiime]

i can’t believe that I’ve been writing Henry three years this year. this sweet klutz of a future boy, who’s adventures leads him to be a good man, a fighter for justice and not just because of the doctor but because he is able to see the good he can do for others and it warms my heart that he develops even through all the pain i put him through to always be kind to others.

[zelenaoswald-deactivated2018082]

Susan Foreman + tv tropes 

1/?

[childrenoftiime]

@keenxeye

“It’s not like I meant to fall into the door and break the glass. I’m....well I’m a bit of a klutz to be honest. Don’t know why the Doctor puts up with me sometimes.”