woman who walked the earth.

❝ i travelled across the world. from the ruins of new york, to the fusion mills of china, right across the radiation pits of europe. and everywhere i went i saw people just like you, living as slaves! but if martha jones became a legend then that's wrong, because my name isn't important. there's someone else. the man who sent me out there, the man who told me to walk the earth. ❞ independent martha jones of the bbc's doctor who. as loved by chrissie.

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anyways .... this is an anti-racism zone so pls unfollow this blog if you’re gonna be racist. 

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anyway not to be That Guy but the chances of me making another dr whom blog is pretty strong

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anyway not to be That Guy but the chances of me making another dr whom blog is pretty strong

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in other news i have never been more exhausted at work

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hi sorry i haven’t been here i was too excited about seeing my fave band but i will try and do some things today after work!

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hi arctic monkeys were so good and i love them so much 🙃🙃

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Reblog if your 18+

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AND DON’T LIE.

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hi can i join this party late??

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queue? never met her .... lmao anyways !! i have to go to sleep now. i will also not be here tomorrow night bc i am going to see the arc.tic m.onkeys yay !! but i will be on soon to finish off those starters! 

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he acts a bit offended, “we look the same age!”  he assumes anyway, not great at telling the difference between ages this incarnation. he doesn’t think he’s that much older, is he? he doesn’t know. he knows he’s scottish, however.  “oh, a ton of stuff, miss Jones. a lot. I’ll be sure to tell you. someday.” he says, with a small bit of regret apparent in his voice. “are you happy to see me? ‘cause I know I’m happy to see you.”

“Didn’t mean anything by it, Doctor.”      Call her crazy, she kind of likes the silver fox look. Stifles a small grin behind pursed lips, as her hand drops back down to her side. It falters, slightly, with his question. That is a loaded question. On one hand, she has wanted nothing more than to see him again; to find herself once again lost within the stars. On the other, she knows that loving him brings nothing but an emptiness inside her. One side of her always wins.     “It’s always a pleasure to see you.”     A small pause.    “I hope you’re ready to take me on an adventure. It’s been a while, you better take me somewhere good. With sun, and sand.” 

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“Can you take a breath, please?”      There has only been some parts of the explanation that Martha has understood, he may as well not have been speaking English for the rest of it. Despite it all, there is a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Faintest sense of adoration blooming across her chest, as she turns her head slightly and gives her attention to the small caterpillar-like creatures crawling across the ice in front of her.        “Do you want to tell me what these things are one more time, and maybe, spare me the Time Lord mumbo-jumbo this time?” /       ( @pinstrpe ♥’d. )

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“Think he might have a thing for blondes.”      It is a passing thought, she almost doesn’t mean to say it out loud. As if to avoid the situation, she gives a small smile and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.     “Hey, um --- do you know how to play Uno, Rose? Have to do something to pass the time, hey?” /      ( @bdwulf ♥’d. )

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“Whoa ----”            did the other woman just appear out of nowhere in front of her? Or was she simply so absorbed in her own thoughts? Either way, Martha stumbles back slightly and holds a hand out in a way of forgiveness.     “Right. Sorry there, must have been thinkin’ too much. Wait --- do I know you from somewhere?”  /        ( @judaskisse ♥’d. )

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“Excuse me ----”       she doesn’t mean to stare, it has nothing to do with the girl. There is an aura about her, something that Martha can not quite put her finger on. Something that exceeds all the things she has ever experience, beyond the war that never was, beyond all the stars. She needs to speak to her. Which is why, with hand slightly shaking, she hands out a small piece of paper she had pulled from her own pocket.      “Did you drop this?” /       ( @enlive ♥’d. )

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“He found you --- wow ---”       this is the kind of thing that only happens in movies, isn’t it? Girl loves boy (or, not so boy), and they fall in love. Hands clench lightly at her sides, ignoring the feeling that creeps up the back of her throat. Jealousy? No, too ugly of an emotion. A hand extends, a welcoming gesture.     “I’m Martha. Soon to be, Doctor Martha Jones.” 

/       ( @timesvortex ♥’d. )

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“What are you lookin’ at me for?”     Amongst the sense of unease, there is something familiar. Something that makes her want to reach out and touch the man, something that vibrates underneath her skin as if it is familiar. Despite her rough tone, she somehow softens at his gaze, the way he looks at her as if he has known her for years.    “Nice bow-tie, it looks rather dapper.”  /        ( @withbox ♥’d. )