róisín presents river song, the one & only! headcanon-centric and exclusive with: @11thdr, @ahstrocle. pages a wip, please feel free to ask me if you have any questions.
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róisín presents river song, the one & only! headcanon-centric and exclusive with: @11thdr, @ahstrocle. pages a wip, please feel free to ask me if you have any questions.
every cell in my body greets grief in the morning and yet i keep getting up to live more
Bright Star (2009) | dir. Jane Campion
ALICE: MADNESS RETURNS (2011) PROMPTS
ₓ ˚ . ୭ ˚ ○ ◦ ˚ as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs! ˚ ◦ ○ ˚ ୧ . ˚ ₓ
back to admire your handiwork?
there’s an infinite amount of hope, but not for us!
wonderland has become quite strange, how is one to find her way?
what you claim not to know is merely what you’ve denied.
i was expecting someone else!
the real world is not so wonderful.
don’t piss on what’s right and owing to me!
is sanity required for the job?
the uninformed must improve their deficit, or die.
a reflection sometimes exposes more reality than the object it echoes.
i can’t say i’m surprised you’ve been incarcerated in the asylum again.
a good guest does not overstay—a perfect guest stays home!
why would i do that?
problems you refuse to deal with don’t exist! you deny reality!
i’ve not come back here looking for a fight.
you’ll need to grow up.
you shouldn’t ask questions you know the answer to, it’s not polite.
who set that bloody train in motion? where has it come from?
you made a promise!
i’d like to forget what you did. i’ve tried, but i can’t.
there is no method in this madness!
don’t try to bully me. i’m very much on edge!
my alabaster skin needs protection from the disgusting creatures running amok amidst the environs.
only the insane equate pain with success.
only a few find the way, some don’t recognize it when they do—some don’t ever want to…
you allow others to tell you what isn’t real.
what does she know that i don’t?
you look decent enough, but appearances deceive.
where should i go, then? what should i do?
another day, a different dream perhaps.
time changes us all.
choose your battles wisely.
i am fine, i’m not mad.
my head’s exploded and there’s a steam hammer in my chest!
one can’t always do as one would like. i would have thought you’d know that by now.
i’ve managed without you so far.
i’ll frighten myself when necessary, thank you very much.
i know you for being an unstable and violent person!
only fools believe that suffering is just wages for being different.
my memories make me vomit.
we can’t go home again.
you don’t know your own mind!
we’re at risk here. you, be on your guard.
recovering the truth is worth the suffering.
you’re as randomly lethal and entirely confused as you ever were.
authority must be obeyed, or it must be overthrown!
you’re a killer! the mastermind of a criminal enterprise.
i know i’m guilty of something.
the only way in is through me.
everything is better with bacon, don’t you agree?
the world is upside-down.
you’ve recaptured your vagrant memories.
i’ll call if i need you.
a secret is only a secret when it is unspoken to another.
it’s not a dream, it’s a memory—and it makes me sick!
you’ve used me and abused me, but you will not destroy me!
i think you’re more to their taste.
what? there’s no hope, then?
punishment hardly ever suits the victims of a crime.
the cost of forgetting is high.
if fear paralyzes you… we’re lost.
make your survival mean something, or we are all doomed!
memories must be strictly managed, unproductive ones must be eliminated.
i was hoping to escape all that!
who would choose to be alone, imprisoned by their broken memories?
i’m not insane! i didn’t kill my family.
sacrifices must be made.
returning to the scene of the crime?
different denotes neither bad nor good, but it certainly means not the same.
this is good for me.
ah, it’s you again
my wonderland is shattered. it’s dead to me.
forgetting pain is convenient, remembering it: agonizing.
who knows how to measure rules?
i’m in hell!
what are you doing with them?
i know their pain.
i may survive here, but you’re finished!
is there really so little hope?
i’ll show you the meaning of sacrifice!
every picture tells a story: sometimes we don’t like the ending, sometimes we don’t understand it.
i am innocent, i mean, not guilty!
if i had the time, i’d detail how often you prefer dealing with illusions rather than the real thing.
not all change is good!
who benefits from your madness?
forgetting’s just forgetting, except when it’s not. then they call it something else.
i believe i know that way and i’d rather not travel further along it.
cynicism is a disease!
my professional opinion? madness is often a treatable disease, though perhaps not in this case.
the past must be paid for.
is it mad to pray for better hallucinations?
memory is a curse more often than a blessing.
at least the place i’ve landed is somewhat familiar.
i know what’s real!
i’d hoped you were more courageous!
shame on you.
every adventure requires a first step—trite, but true, even here.
you’re a distant and stubborn child, too content in your own world.
i deserve consideration, don’t i?
you did a few errands, got your hands dirty. big deal.
abandon that hope!
i’d need a better reason to respond than what’s currently on offer!
“cruel to be kind”, that’s my technique as they say.
come to receive your punishment then?
threats, promises and good intentions don’t amount to action.
when you’re not on edge, you’re taking up too much space.
those who witness abuse without seeking retribution for the harm pay a penalty.
can you give me more than a warning?
“flight or fight” implies a permanent choice, but “flight” often just means putting the fight off to another day.
i want to forget!
river song asks, “ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”
TIME CAN BE REWRITTEN. But not once you’ve read it. The worst of the matter is that the Doctor knows that fact better than anyone. If the Doctor knew River, and at this point he surely does, he also knows there are secrets neither he or she could tell. By the way she’s framed it, as nicely as she could for the timestream, there’d been a rupture. Something terrible happening to their future — her own past. The Doctor tightens up and takes hold of her wrist, moving his hand to hers in a panic.
❛ River, please. This is important, this is —— This pertains to people we know and love. This information can’t be hidden away — I won’t let it ! The Time Lords are gone. I can go backward and forward, I can save them, if you just —— ❜ Let me.
"Oh, love." Something in the wrinkle of his brow which can manage to shatter her heart whole; her own features waver, the stony facade she'd been grasping desperately to faltering at the sight of him. Fixed points can't be rewritten. She'd felt the pain of this universal truth time and time again – broken realities and collapsed the timestream itself to prove it wrong, to break against it, shoulder first, thudding against this brick wall of time. It would be inevitable, some things. This.
Her own brows furrow, a sympathetic gaze crossing over her features. "You and I both know..." She attempts to speak but the words fall out silent. We both know how this ends. With intention and effort, she picks up her speech once again, reworking her words as they sound out in a quiet whisper, " – better than most, we know there are some things which cannot be fixed."
@riversongsource river song appreciation week: day 6 - favorite dynamic
The Child of the TARDIS
@11thdr asked, breaking and entering is considered frowned upon in most places, you know.
"And are you going to tell on me for it?" It's a teasing thing, her sing-song tone, a bit laissez-faire for the occasion –– it is, after all, the Lourve. But what's the harm in a little B&E to set the mood? The lock clicks, unlatches, and with raised brows and a brightened expression, River steps through the front door of one of the world's most prestigious artistic institutions. "I'll warn you now, if you didn't like that, you're going to hate what happens next." She speaks with a sense of confidence, lifting her skirt ever so slightly to allow her a swifter gait. Without hesitation, she's already making her way further into the museum. "Keep up if you'd like to continue chastising me, darling! I'm a woman on the move."
i was hahaing and jking when we got married. maybe a little
okay well too late i'm literally legally mrs. ī̶̱̤̖͇̞̣̙̝̯͎̉̈́̄͐̅͑̈̐̊̽̚͠n̴̙̯͓̱͚̟̝͖̞͓̩͎͓̙̟̓͊̊͐͌͌̈́̌s̸̡̡̱͎̱̫͑̀̆̎͂̇̀̎͒͆̄͠ͅe̸͓͊̎͐r̷̨̯̳̬̟̫͙̫̣̳̳̾̊̎͆̊̏̍̎͆̾͑̀͆̉͘ṭ̷̺̠̹̤̦̊͊̀̽̊̇͘͝͠d̷̺͚̼̱͝ö̶̱͖͓̭͙̦̭́̊̂̃̄̋c̸̨̯̪̟͙͖̞̙̖͆̊̀͗͠t̶̡̢̮̮̰͇͙̪̪̤͕̂̀̽͑̈́̀̆͑̀̈̉͋̒̚͝ͅͅo̴̖͉͉̟̣͚̞̟̮̔̐̊̀̀̊̽̕̚̚r̴̪̻̻̯͓̈́̄͑̚͘s̵̜̤̖͓̣̹̅̈́̆ͅn̶̨͆̽̎a̵̧̼̠̮͇̎͆m̵̧̡̢̺̻̖̺̩̘̺͈̼͎̾̌̄̄̈̐̊̐͛̅̍̇͘ḙ̶̛͖̙̤͚͇͖͈͂̾̑͗̚ͅḩ̷̡̛̜͎̝̪̝̯͈̲̫̲̫̩̿́̎͌͐e̴͉̝͍̙̓̐̿̀̐̑̾͑̑͘͜͝͝͝ṟ̷̨̮̘̙̦̯̤̯͍̎͌̅̽̆͋̅͗͗͘͘͜͝͠ë̷͔̖͈̠̗͇̦̅̐̋͛̈̇
why did you try to kill me
sorry do you want to get married
does anyone know how to make it so posts show chronologically and you automatically start out on the "following" tab on new blogs this is so ....
* hello, sweetie. by róisín.