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the truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot m o v e f o r w a r d.

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mstaffordmd:

“There’s no need for formalities, Harry. You know how much I detest them,” she said, a smile appearing on her winsome features. “I wouldn’t necessarily say that. It took me a good ten years to pay off medical school debt while raising a kid. And I, for one, enjoy your little shop here. Success is measured by personal happiness, no?” Sure, she was pretty well-off now, but it hadn’t always been like that. “Hmm…let’s see.” Madeline took a ten dollar bill out of her wallet and handed it to him “Keep the change,” she winked.

“Right you are, Madeline,” Harry said lowly, his voice still carrying a tease. He absentmindedly wiped the counter off with his hand when she spoke, and he nodded understandingly. “Of course. It must not have been easy,” he said admiringly, thinking of how he could never withstand medical school. A divorce nearly killed him; quite literally. “And how is Hayley nowadays, hm?” He smiled widely when Madeline complimented his shop. “Why thank you, madame,” he said, taking on a aristocratic tone to continue teasing her. His smile faltered then, and he looked down at the coutner. “Yes, I think so. Depends on how much personal happiness one has.” He cleared his throat and forced a smile back onto his features. “Wow,” he said, taking the money and winking back. “I’ll make sure not to spend it all in one place, eh?”

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Happy birthday, Peter Dougan Capaldi! (b. April 14, 1958)

I don’t remember ‘Doctor Who’ not being part of my life, and it became a part of growing up, along with The Beatles, National Health spectacles, and fog. And it runs deep. It’s in my DNA. 

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mstaffordmd:

The seemingly poised blonde let out a laugh. “Oh, I’m completely kidding. Of course I’ll pay for coffee. We’re all trying to make a living, aren’t we?” Reaching into her designer handbag, Madeline withdrew her wallet. “Now, how much do I owe you?” 

“That we are, Dr. Stafford,” Harry said, emphasizing the Dr. with a sly smile. “Some of us a little more successfully than others, eh?” Being a doctor probably paid a bit more than the owner of a tiny coffee shop, he figured; but he was happy; for the most part, anyway. “Ah ---” He glanced at the little screen in front of him. “$4.67 today, by the looks of it,” he said, then gave a little smirk and continued: “Think you can manage that?”

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linarcssi:

Everything was just piling on top of her and she was just trying to sort things out for herself and her daughter. Did she even eat today? Honestly, the little blonde couldn’t remember. Looking after herself wasn’t a great skill that she had acquired and it was certainly noticeable. When he asked Lina if she wanted to sit down, the woman nodded with a heavy head and put it down, eyes closing for a brief second. “That sounds really good. However, I don’t want to inconvenience you. If that’s true, then I’d love one, yes.”

Harry was glad when she agreed. He wouldn’t have felt right about not offering the woman something to eat, what with her looking so tired and worn out. He walked from behind the counter and motioned to a table that was snug in a corner, and called behind him to a barista to heat those muffins. He offered her a seat before sitting down across from her. “Not an inconvenience at all, I promise,” he said, waving off her concern with his hand --- that still had a wedding ring on it, he noticed. It had been years, and he still couldn’t take it off... “So,” he said, shaking the thoughts from his head and turning back to his customer. “First things first, yeah? I’m Harry --- Harry Copper, actually, and as I said, I own this little place. Quite cozy, innit?” He looked around at the place fondly before looking back forward. “And what’s your name then, hm?”

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drajroberts:

     Shaking her head, Ava put the coffee on the counter and pulled out her wallet. She couldn’t in good consciousness take the free coffee actually. “You’re too sweet, but i actually need this place to stay in business in order for me to cope, so i’m paying for this.” She smiled. “It’s the thought that counts, Mr. Cooper. Thank you.” 

          Harry sighed when she pulled out her wallet, but his smile didn’t fade. He chuckled, taking the payment and putting it in the cash register, passing her the receipt and shrugging. “People always assume when I give free coffee out that no money is being put away, but I actually pay for it myself, so there’s no harm done. But your argument is a valid one.” He causally put his hands on the counter to lean a few inches closer to her, as the coffee shop was loud and his hearing wasn’t as good as it once had been. “My pleasure, of course,” he said, flashing another smile before continuing before she had the chance to turn and leave. “Y’know, I see you ‘round here quite often, but I don’t know your name?”

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It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once.

Love & Misadventure, Lang Leav (via quoted-by)

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The Twelfth Doctor (Peter Capaldi)

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linarcssi:

Pathetic, she felt pathetic. Granted, it wasn’t the first time it had happened but the woman hated accepting anything for free; nothing was ever free. Maybe if Lina had accepted handouts more often she wouldn’t have been in such a state in the first place. The woman couldn’t trust anyone but herself and even then, trusting herself deemed quite the wild card. “Thank you.” Sighing, she looked down at his hand on top of hers. “I’ll pay you back, I promise. I just need to sort out my head.”

“It’s quite alright, I promise,,” Harry assured her with a comforting smile, his hand patting hers gently before he let it fall back to his side. It wasn’t as if he gave free items to everyone who walked in, so he didn’t feel very guilty about giving something to someone who really needed it. “D’you want to sit down? You look knackered. I was just about to throw some muffins out because my manager only wants the freshest, but I can heat one up for you, good as new. I was even thinking of having one myself, to be honest with you.”

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bethanyking:

As soon as she heard what he said, she had to admit she was pleasantly surprised. She’d been expecting someone to just go ahead of her without question, or throw some comment her way about wasting time - though maybe that was a little cynical. “Thank you.” She replied, being more genuine than the words might have sounded. Laughing softly at the next words, at least she seemed to be in front of someone who didn’t take everything too seriously. “Some people just don’t understand how much of a struggle, picking the perfect order is. So many good drinks and not enough time to try them all. What’s your normal go-to order? It never hurts to get suggestions after all.”

“No appreciation necessary,” he assured her, his smile staying comfortable between the lines of his face --- both laughter and frown lines were evident, and the smile sunk into the laughter and fought against the frown. Harry had no idea who she was, but she seemed like the kind of person to expect the worst of people --- but he could be wrong. But working on that assumption, he wanted to prove that thought process wrong. “I know! There’s at least --- what, thirty options up there? And that’s just the frappes!” He laughed, his face sinking into a thoughtful expression. “Hm. Good question. A good Americano never hits the wrong spot, does it?” He smiled at the irony in that; an Englishman’s favorite drink being an Americano. “And a spot of scone on the side is just lovely in the morning.”

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clara-carter:

“what about if i flash you this, i’m not below scoring free coffee while doing my civil duty.” she muses upon flashing the other her badge. though truthfully she was being nothing but playful. “does leaving a really good tip also suffice as compensation?”

“oh, we’re reverting to using your position of respect as reason for free products, have we?” he smirks playfully. “but wouldn’t leaving a good tip be about the same as paying, anyway? seems cheaper to pay for the coffee and not leave a tip than to just leave a tip, eh?”

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pilaluminis:

Maya shakes her head vigorously, a frown across her features. “Hey come on Harry– it’s not like that.” She reassures him, offering a smile. “I was just saying hey– you know– like what’s up man? How you been?” She explains. She was a regular at this coffee house, she didn’t mind supporting her favorite establishment, she was just overly friendly by nature. Apparently it was something that rubbed people the wrong way a little too often.

“Oh, well then in that case ---- I’ve been fine, thanks,” he said politely, a smile making it’s way comfortably onto his features. In truth he had just been making a lighthearted joke, but he could see how it could come off as serious, for those who are used to being told off. Which, knowing Maya as well any other of his regulars, she was probably used to. “But I’m still going to give you the free coffee, y’know. Let’s just say... you’re the 100th customer of the week.”

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drajroberts:

   “Well I was on my way to work, and i thought it was worth a shot. My mistake.” 

“Ah, is that so?” He smirked, knowing his financial manager would wring his neck if he gave more free coffee to anyone. He was the owner, though, and if he paid for it… “Only joking, of course. Here --- take it. My treat, yeah?”

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linarcssi:

“Right…” Lina fished in her back for a few more seconds before confirming that her wallet wasn’t there. It had been a long day and he woman was exhausted; it didn’t surprise her that she had come out without money. “I don’t want it, sorry for the inconvenience.”

Harry had worked in retail and hospitality for long enough to know a scammer when he saw one --- and the woman in front of him was not trying to scam her way to a free coffee. Who would do that anyway? It was probably $3, tops, and Harry could see from her appearance that she was more tired than anything. He smiled sympathetically, placing his hand on top of hers and sliding the cup of coffee towards her either the other. “Here,” he offered, his voice soft. “Just take it, eh? S’on the house.”

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It is hard to stop loving the ocean, even after it has left you gasping.

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What if, the one I’m meant to be with, is me?

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