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Indefinite Hiatus
Putting Clara on indefinite hiatus--on the way to archiving this blog, too. I just haven’t really been feeling DW since before Jenna left, but that kind of solidified it.
Anyway, it’s a hiatus because I might come back, but that’s highly unlikely.
You can find me here, here, or here
JENNA COLEMAN
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Tried my hand at making gifs today
Right. Off again, loves! A bientot and all that!
“Just clothes!” He repeated, aghast. “Would you say those rather.. tight skirts are just clothes? They’re part of your uniform, part of what makes you you. Silly Clara. Just clothes, pfft.”
“My uniform?” Clara raised an eyebrow. “I can’t say my skirts--however ‘tight’ they are--are my uniform. I wear jeans sometimes. Leggings. You only ever wear bow ties as neck wear. That’s a uniform for you.”
“I’m sorry if I offended you.” She looked to amused to be really sorry. “I quite like your bow ties.”
He tilted his head back a little to glance at the screwdriver that she held. “Give… Give it here,” he told her, dropping her hand to reach up for it. “It’s just a matter of… Frequency, I think… Or… Maybe some’fin else… Hard ta-focus righ’ now…”
His hand trembled, but he lifted it anyways, fumbling with the device between his fingers. The Doctor looked exhausted. Within minutes, he’d gone from jumping around, wide awake, to now hanging on the edge of his consciousness. He blinked, pressing his thumb against the button on the screwdriver. The sound filled the air, and echoed, bouncing off the walls all around them.
The… Creatures, the zombies, all seemed to turn at the sound, and came trudging over, their feet dragging on the grounds. The Doctor dropped the screwdriver to the ground when he heard. “Oh…” he breathed, frowning. “That… May have been the… Wrong frequency…”
Clara cursed under her breath, watching in horror as the creatures turned. She snatched the screwdriver from the ground and tried herself, but nothing changed. They just kept coming and coming. One of them slammed itself against the gate. Clara grasped the Doctor’s hand. This was it. This was the end.
“Oi! What the hell are you doing?”
Clara started at the hissing just to her left. A disheveled man stood over Clara and the Doctor, glaring down at them. “Makin’ all manners of racket? You’ll get us all killed.” His glare softened when he caught sight of the Doctor. The man’s face turned an odd shade of green.
“Please, you have to help us. My friend--he’s hurt,” begged Clara. There would be time to question where the man had materialized from later. The Doctor was her priority at present.
“Mm, no. I’ve decided I don’t like it.”
“Well, there isn’t much we can do about that now is there?”
“Oh don’t say that. Of course there is. I just have to...”
“...figure something else out.”
The Doctor hardly paid any attention when Clara screamed after him. Every last bit of his focus was spent on getting to the med bay. He skidded across the hall, rushing into the room, and had he not grabbed onto the edge of Owen’s bed, he would have kept runnng straight into the wall.
Owen was squirming helplessly, crying, tears streaking his pale cheeks, and his tiny chest rising and falling with little gasps for air. He wailed, throwing his arms around, kicking his feet against the bed rail. The Doctor ran over, putting his hand on Owen’s forehead, his free hand reaching to change the monitor on the wall.
He didn’t speak, didn’t acknowledge Clara following him into the room. Every last bit of him was focused on Owen.
Clara knew better than to disturb him, though all she wanted to do was grab him and demand what the matter was. All she could do was watch, helpless, as the Doctor attended the child. Clara folded her arms, folded in on herself. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears. She felt the need to cry but the tears wouldn’t come. The lump in her throat remained, choking her half to death.
“Please...” she croaked, not sure if she was talking to the Doctor, to Owen, to God, to anyone at all.
jurassic world; starter sentences.
“I am never leaving you again!”
“We are safe in here, right?”
“Say, I thought there were two of them?”
“I am a kitten farmer.”
“Maybe you should include that in the brochure.”
“You don’t know how old your nephews are?”
“What do you think? Want to take one home?”
“Animals raised in isolation aren’t always the most functional.”
“Don’t turn your back to the cage.”
“Don’t worry. It’s gonna be just like taking a walk in the woods… 65 million years ago.”
“I can’t wait to tell my mom about this!”
“You can’t ever tell your mother about this!”
“I’m an organized person.”
“Everyone remain calm!”
“The key to a happy life is to accept you are never actually in control.”
“Monster is a relative term. To a canary, a cat is a monster. We’re just used to being the cat.”
“That thing out there… That is no dinosaur.”
“The kids? This will give the parents nightmares.”
“Hey, don’t give me that shit.”
“Well, don’t just stand there!”
“Uh, I have a boyfriend.”
“You created a monster!”
Send me a number and I’ll open my icon folder and write up a starter with that icon.
Alrighty! Y’all have me for about a half hour <3
Okay til next time lol
He held onto her hand as tightly as he could, but his grip was still unbelievably weak. It was easier with her there with him, but he knew that she was scared, and that it was hard for her to stay brave in their situation. He knew that he was making her scared, and he hated that.
“Clara,” he whimpered, his hand shaking in her grip. All of the color had long since drained from his face, and his lips seemed blue. “There’s… Probably… Better place to be th-than out in the open, eh? We can… Scan for with… The sonic. It shouldn’t be… It’s in my… I don’t know. Clara. I can’t move my arm. Clara…”
“Shh...shh....” She lowered his head into her lap and began to search through his pockets, taking extra care not to jostle him. “It’ll be okay, Doctor. I’ve got you.” The Doctor's weakening grip terrified Clara, but when given a task she steeled herself. She had to take charge in this situation. There was no use getting flustered or upset.
With one hand still gripping the Doctor’s, Clara looted until she grasped the screwdriver. “Doctor, I’ve got it.” She gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “What do you want me to scan for?” Shelter, maybe? Was it too much to hope for a hospital?
A TRIBUTE TO DAVID BOWIE SENTENCE MEME
Rest in Peace to a true inspiration. Gone but never forgotten. A random selection of songs to commemorate the death of a legend. Send one for my muse’s reaction.
‘ There’s a starman waiting in the sky. ‘
‘ There’s such a sad look deep in your eyes. ‘
‘ I’ll place the sky within your eyes. ‘
‘ I’ll be there for you as the world falls down. ‘
‘ How you turn my world you precious thing. ‘
‘ Your eyes can be so cruel. ‘
‘ Live without your sunlight. ‘
‘ I can’t give everything away. ‘
‘ Look up here, I’m in heaven. ‘
‘ By the time I got to New York, I was living like a king. ‘
‘ Where the fuck did Monday go? ‘
‘ Man, she punched me like a dude. ‘
‘ ‘Tis a pity she was a whore. ‘
‘ How many times does an angel fall? ‘
‘ You don’t need another friend. ‘
‘ I can only love you by hating him more. ‘
‘ No-one here can see you. ‘
‘ Girl, you move like water. ‘
‘ They can’t get enough of that doomsday song. ‘
‘ First they give you everything that you want. ‘
‘ Some people try to pick up girls, they get called assholes. ‘
‘ but I’m the luckiest guy, not the loneliest guy. ‘
‘ I built a wall of sound to separate us. ‘
‘ I still don’t remember how this happened. ‘
‘ You say you’ll leave me. ‘
‘ I believe we’re not alone. ‘
‘ I could pretend that nothing really meant too much. ‘
‘ Let’s dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues. ‘
‘ If you say run, I’ll run with you. ‘
‘ There’s no smoke without fire. ‘
‘ See these eyes so green, I can stare for a thousand years. ‘
‘ Feel my blood enraged, It’s just the fear of losing you. ‘
‘ I’m happy. Hope you’re happy, too.’
‘ I never done good things. ‘
‘ I never did anything out of the blue. ‘
‘ I, I will be king. And you, you will be queen. ‘
‘ We could steal time, just for one day. ‘
‘ Don’t let me hear you say life’s taking you nowhere. ‘
‘ I’m so wiped out with things as they are. ‘
‘ When the kids had killed the man, I had to break up the band. ‘
‘ I still don’t know what I was waiting for. ‘
‘ So the days float through my eyes. ‘
‘ Don’t you know you’re driving your Mamas and Papas insane. ‘
‘ She could spit in the eyes of fools. ‘
‘ The stars look very different today. ‘
Best Friend Starters!
{Text}: Go to bed and stop texting me. This isn’t the intended use of emojis.
“Hey, I read about this super illegal thing and I think we should do it.”
“GET DOWN FROM THERE BEFORE I HAVE TO COME GET YOU!”
“Do you think foods have feelings? Maybe that gumball I dropped today was sad I didn’t eat him…”
“No, we can’t buy five hundred pugs.”
“What do you mean I’m too loud? It’s not like I’m SHOUTING IN YOUR EAR!”
“If I go down you’re coming with me! This is a mutual effort!”
“I’m not picking your drunk ass up at three in the morning anymore.”
“Stop coming into my house to sleep on my couch! Someday you’re going to find the door locked.”
“Oof, get off! You’re too heavy!”
“I honestly think you belong in a cell, but again, I guess we’d be cellmates.”
“Now who the fuck took my skittles? It was you, wasn’t it, you smug little-”
“Somehow I don’t think the teacher believed our story about the sword wielding elves breaking the window…”
“BUDDY SYSTEM IS IMPORTANT, YOU MIGHT GET LOST! NOW GIMME YOUR HAND.”
“I don’t care if you didn’t wanna share, it’s mine now!”
“YOU ARE A DICK. Also I’m at your door, let me in.”
“C’mon, smile…I’ll tickle you if I have to!”
“You’re sad. Don’t lie to me. I see the pouty thing you do.”
“Do you need me to kill someone for you?”
“You can’t even reach me to hit me, shortie-OW!!”
Sup cuties I’m on for about ten minutes
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I know i need to get back on here and do some stuff
and i know it’s really bandwagon-y
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