clara oswald stan

caspar, 23, i am a machine that thinks about clara oswald and thats it

[bruceyboy31]

it’s them

[oswaldbrainleak]

CLARA OSWALD!!!!! [cheers]

[rumple04-deactivated20260405]

What do you think ?

[dilfdyke]

imagine being one of the scientists in the bg during this scene. your vacation has just been ruined by a murderous mummy that youre desperately trying to research before it kills you. and theres one couple here who clearly knows more about whats going on but instead of helping in any way theyre having an insane public breakup. id just kill myself i think

[wednesdaywarriorswc]

listen is unironically a freaky as hell episode of doctor who but we get the best clara-doctor dynamic like she calls him a “giant grey haired stick insect” and then immediately yells at him to sit down when he tries to protest, she insults his accent when they’re terrified at the end of the universe like this woman is not taking shit from this old man immediately

[cynical-canidae]

[aristos-philtatos]

How could you hate on Clara when she has the best theme ever? Don't you know joy? Love? Child-like wonder? Fairytales?

[andfangs]

he asks how long can he keep burning himself to make another him at seven thousand years

and goes for four billion four hundred ninety-nine million nine hundred ninety-three thousand more

did you know 7000 is 0.0000015% of 4.5 billion?

[enbyeighthdoctor]

Whouffaldi + TV Tropes

[pdfbabe]

they sentenced me to another 2 hours of looking at my phone in bed

[dontbelasagne]

"one thing, give me those big sad eyes..."

Doctor Who (Face the Raven / Heaven Sent)

[and-love-shouldnt-burn]

insane that twelve quite literally could not get away from the sound of her. all that comes to mind when he thinks of the face he can't remember is a melody of love, loss. you'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you

[oswaldbrainleak]

this is so twelveclara or am i brain rotted

[thekingofspin]

[dandelionjack]

[dandelionjack]

orpheus succeeded. he made it. resurrected his eurydice, led her out of the underworld, never turned his head to peek, not once.

they were free. awake on the sunlit surface, out of the darkest pit, out of the longest night. he brought her back. he'd broken all the laws of tragedy, held the narrative at gunpoint, staved off inevitability, defied preordained fate and the will of every god who ever told him otherwise.

but when he looked around to find eurydice's face – a stranger smiled back. pretty. faintly familiar. unrecognisable.

[tardisghosts]

inspired by this post by @utenthy