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[soft-cryptids]

Oh, the joy of going out into the woods to pick wild mushrooms

[shewalked]

       @soulfulmuses​​  :  req.

                        ❝     oh  my  god,  look  at  you         you  are  proper  skinny.     ❞          head  shakes,  grin  wide,  she  stood  in  the  doorway  of  the  tardis.  she  had  heard  the  sounds  of  the  tardis  materialising,  would  recognise  it  anywhere  :  whether  he  intentionally  sought  her  out  or  it  was  a  happy  coincidence,  martha  couldn’t  say.  but  it  had  been  some  time  since  she  last  saw  him  and  she  was  all  to  happy  to  slip  away  from  work.  she  always  kept  her  key  on  her.  it  was  a  habit  by  this  point.  looking  at  him  now,  she  felt  an  ache  in  her  heart  for  the  doctor  she  knew  and  loved,  once         but  she  was  excited  to  meet  the  new  doctor,  however  new  he  is.          ❝     well,  you  were  skinny  last  time  i  saw  you  too,  yeah  ...     ❞

[love-a-little-less-archived]

brain go eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[blightfled]

@galethei asked: 💬 for a random sentence starter

there   happens   to   be,   every   once   and   a   while,   a   fight   which   the   champion   needs   to   escape   from   ;   to   duck,   and   hide,   and   take   a   breath ;   regroup,   recenter.   breathe.   and   it   just   so   happens   that   giants   make   up   in   strength   what   they   lack   in   intelligence,   so   pulling   the   inquisitor   behind   a   crumbling   pillar   is   a   particularly   easy   kind   of   reprieve.   she’s   pulled   a   muscle   but   you   wouldn’t   know   it,   catching   her   breath   and   cracking   her   neck   ;   side-eye’ing   the   snow   elf   with   mirth   and   racous   battle-joy.   and   she   speaks,   wrenching   the   words   out   through   gritted   teeth   bared   in   a   wolfish   smile.        "   I'm   ready   to   try   again,   if   you   are   ?   "