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@impossiiblegiirl
❝ I don’t think being described as driven is anything that you should be ashamed of — that you love your job and want to keep doing it, that you really value it and want to explore it… yet for some reason, I always felt like being described as ‘driven’ or ‘determined’ was a dirty word. I think I just perhaps need to own that, and not actually see it as a bad thing and be proud of the fact that I’m passionate about my job and that’s okay. I SHAN’T APOLOGIZE ANYMORE. ❞
Jenna Coleman in Emilia Wickstead for Great British Brands 2019
personals, I. AM. NOT. A. GIF. SOURCE.
watsonofagun:
He really should’ve sent her packing sooner. There was no room in his premises for a mad woman looking for one of the most dangerous people in history, and surely no benefit in helping one. She was honest, finally, and Ross would give her that, but that was all. He was just about given her enough time to ruminate, to tell her to leave, when she gave the answer he needed.
His was a poker face as he listened to the ridiculous tale, every word of it even if he didn’t appear to be. The man in the blue box—–sounded rather familiar, didn’t he? Probably from one of their top secret files that he had glanced over a number of years back and never again after he started working on the superhero problems. But how did that lead her to SHIELD again? Sergeant Barnes, before he was the purported Winter Soldier? Now that didn’t make sense. She didn’t look that old, and the murderer had been around for perhaps longer than he had lived himself.
Interesting.
“So—–if what you’re saying is true, then, the questions you were going to ask him—why he came to you, and why he became the Winter Soldier. Have you read the files on him? Or did SHIELD let you?”
CLARA’S GAZE SINKS TO THE HANDS CLASPED IN HER LAP, drawing in a deep breath now her secret is out. To one man perhaps, but he’s the CIA... if he doesn’t believe her mad, then he’ll spread it to every end of it. If it’s the former, she’ll manage to wiggle out of it. If it’s the latter, she’s screwed. Completely, utterly screwed. The former agent, twenty-five and a former agent, what insanity is that? She grits her teeth against the knowledge that this is what she clung to now, to the point that she would place herself in such a position.
He thinks her insane, she’s certain of it, but there’s nothing she can do to change it. At least he wasn’t treating her like she’s mad, not yet. ❝ I want to ask him why he came to me... why he warned me. I didn’t have clearence for his file before SHIELD fell, but I‘ve read it since. There wasn’t much time between my realizing Barnes was the Winter Soldier and the data release anyway. ❞
Jenna Coleman in Emilia Wickstead for Great British Brands 2019
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a deep breath
burnsyourhand:
IT’S BUBBLING INSIDE HIM . he’s felt it for a while , the burning fizz && aching fire that always comes . he’s coming . && he’s said his peace . oh he’s coming . hearts raced against his chest , beating loudly on his ribs , it’s PAINFUL , it’s VIOLENT , it’s terrifying . && oh god , oh god , he is so scared . he couldn’t tell if it was the regeneration or the fear that was twisting out his stomach , either way the discomfort was unnerving . the change always brought around the feeling of slowing time . like every second was STRETCHED out for millennia . tired green eyes fought their way through drooping eyes to try && find his friends through this haze . at FIRST , his eyes went to clara , terrified && crying , then over to amy , the first face this face saw . he thought about his little amelia pond , THE GIRL WHO WAITED . then about clara . his IMPOSSIBLE GIRL . his mind then turned to rory . && then to river . two people who meant a lot && that he had LOST during this face . he felt safe in those memories . he had to keep them safe . SAFE from him right now .
he reached out for both of them eyes focused in front , his hearts UNCONTROLLED && then . oh no . no . he … closed his eyes . the regeneration sickness was going to be terrible but he couldn’t explode in front of both of them . he’d hurt them . he’d destroy the TARDIS . so the doctor took a deep breath then , let his back arch , chest TIGHTENING , fire BURNING deep inside him . he hoped that amy would remember that she met him when he was still recovering from regeneration && how he had told her about it afterwards , he hoped , that even if she was scared , she’d understand . of course she would , surely ? she had seen her own daughter regenerate . the doctor closed his eyes && suddenly the fire BURNT quickly like a gasoline dipped rag . taking him immediately &&
eyes JOLTED open . bright blueish-grey && everything so bright && new . hearts tripping over themselves trying to find a rhythm . his clothes felt tighter - smaller , his trousers barely grazing his ankles && his shirt feeling stretched across his arms . WILD eyes went to the red head , peering at her , moving forward , then over to the brunette as they stood beside each other , knees bent as his eyes moved between them , trying to work out who they were . behind him , he could hear every whirr && fizz of the machine . he wasn’t SURE … then he stood up straighter , feeling a sharp pain in his side . he blinked , confused , reaching down within himself before declaring to the SHOCKED humans ( he assumed they were humans . they weren’t time lords , so they must be humans right ? )
‘ KIDNEYS ! ’ a surprised expression passed his face . ‘ i’ve got new kidneys ! ’ a pause then followed . burgundy ? burgundy kidneys ? they used to be maroon ! what was he meant to do with burgundy kidneys ? he frowned , curling his lips , in slight annoyance . ‘ i don’t LIKE the colour . ’ he admitted to both of them . || @impossiiblegiirl && @thansunflowers
CLARA’S IN TEARS, A HAND TIGHTLY GRIPPED ABOUT THE CONSOLE’S rail as his face contorts. There’s nothing she can do, nothing, nothing at all. All she can do is watch, watch and cry as whatever regeneration was for Time Lords takes hold. She’s in pain, her heart clenching and twisting in her chest until she can hardly breathe. Somehow, he’s still standing and her frightened eyes turn to Amy, seeking any sort of reassurence from her friend, not understanding. Would he change completely? Die? Remain the same is some way? Yes, she can remember in some ways what how different he appeared between his forms, but what did that mean?
Her attention jerks back to the Doctor as he jolts, back arching with an unseen force. She doesn’t understand... she doesn’t understand... And then, as if by some strange trick, a different man stands before them. Too tall, too grey, too old to be the person there only a moment before, she takes a step back, forgetting for half a moment he, somehow, is still the Doctor. Palms wipe at wet cheeks, teeth sinking into her lip nervously as he crouches to stare at them both. Once more, her gaze darts to the redhead by her side, a million questions unvoiced, somehow thinking Amy might have all the answers.
Barely holding in a shriek at the sound of the Doctor’s new voice, her dark eyes grew even wider at the words, confused. ❝ What? ❞ —— @thansunflowers && @twelvetm
Jenna Coleman in Emilia Wickstead for Great British Brands 2019
anyway, if we’re mutuals, feel free to add me on the cord of dis (if your url isn’t your username, lemme know who you are):
ozzie snogged the squaddie#9009
say what you want about the battle of britain (1969)’s perpetuations of certain myths but this movie is freaking iconic and a huge inspo for my victoria’s wwii verse… at least the one where she’s not queen.
also there wasn’t a better allied military wwii movie until dunkirk came out.
say what you want about the battle of britain (1969)’s perpetuations of certain myths but this movie is freaking iconic and a huge inspo for my victoria’s wwii verse... at least the one where she’s not queen.
Charlotte bounced in the room with a freshly baked strawberry pie in her hands, setting it on the table for Clara. ❝ I heard Europe doesn't celebrate thanksgiving, but if you want, you could join us for dinner tonight. Dad's making the biggest turkey! I'm still trying to get the doctor to come with. ❞
❝ YOU WANT ME TO POP OVER FOR THANKSGIVING? ❞ THERE’S a slightly incredulous tone to her voice, but the smile spreading on her lips only shows some small measure of how welcome the invitation... and the pie, were to her. It’s something she hadn’t expected, Clara leaping off the futon to wrap her arms about the girl’s shoulders, pressing an enthusiastic kiss to her temple. ❝ You’re a dear, did you know that? I’d love to... and I will even offer my services in snaring the stick insect. ❞
it’s hell isn’t it ? having to think like that. promo credit
tygerburned:
WELL, SOMEONE HAS A SHORT FUSE. Sebastian didn’t know much about her actual personality, only the basics that would allow him to get closer to her. The colonel himself had no idea that being a northerner was a matter of principle and pride for her. ( An Irishman of all people probably should’ve gotten that on the first try and yet a fail. ) This character he is playing right now especially couldn’t have known that given that she doesn’t really have a distinct dialect. Not in comparison with him anyway. In any case, it should be just a bump in the road, or so he hopes.
“ I’m sorry. ” An apology follows Clara’s disgruntled response almost immediately. The man attempts his most genuinely guilty look and lightly nods, his gaze now directed at the contents of a paper cup in front of him. “ I shouldn’t’ve assumed anythin’. "
For a moment he’s silent again, intentionally adding to the already very tangible awkwardness of their short interaction. Frowning, as if to his own conscience-stricken thoughts, Moran is absentmindedly turning his cup of tea in its place barely touching the bottom with his long calloused fingers. Having waited out another couple of seconds, he finally raises his head to look at his seemingly unpremeditated acquaintance.
” Well, since the weather’s nasty anyway… do ye still reckon I should try i’? “ He quickly corrects himself before Clara dismissed him again. ” The food that is. “
CHIN RISES WITH PRIDE EVEN AS CHOCOLATE EYES DART AWAY, the teacher attempting to pull her affront under control, visible with how her sweater heaves. It’s not as if she can shout him away, not after inviting him to sit, but she’s furious. Putting down others to flatter her? No wonder whoever he avoids was so aggrieved. Her attention only returns to him at the end of his apology, the anger in her gaze fading slightly. ❝ No, you shouldn’t have. It’s rude. ❞ It’ll take more than a simple apology to completely assuage her, but he’s made strides toward it.
In the awkward silence which follows, Clara stares at the slight grain of the veneer pasted to the table, allowing her mind to drift to tomorrow’s lessons. But the furthest she reaches is the day’s schedule before the man in the doghouse speaks once more.
Brows raise at his question, tongue only too quick to reply. ❝ You aren’t afraid to? ❞ Biting words on behalf of a man who she knows takes quite a bit of pride in his work. The restaurant might need an overhaul, one the chip shop cannot afford, but it’s clean. ❝ Maybe you should, after insulting the place. ❞ Before she can temper her words... or worsen them, her name is called. ( clara! ) Practically leaping out of her seat, she storms up to the counter, managing to school her expression into a quick smile to retrieve her food. It’d be to his loss if he’s too coward to swallow what his words before implied. Steaming basket of food in her hands, only a single brow raises as she strolls back to their table. ❝ Well? ❞
I’m literally hyperventilating right now guys… some long time user of tumblr just randomly came to me on my personal and was like…. hey so i’m getting rid of some old urls and i saw you like jenna… would you like this url?
long story short: my personal’s new url?
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