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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. / spotify playlist
ROSE || MARTHA || DONNA || RORY
in amy's head he's god's the doctor's specialist sacrificial lamb but meanwhile in the doctor's head he's on his knees in front of amy confessing all his sins and amy is the only force in the universe powerful enough to grant him absolution
the thing about amy/eleven is that they're literally every relation possible all at once --- they're lovers, they're siblings, she's his mother, he's her father, he's her god and her savior, she's his god and his creator; he gives her whimsy and magic and hope and adventure; and after everything she's been through she still loves him and believes that he is good; to him she must be the pure unfiltered concept of forgiveness, the literal embodiment of redemption itself; she is the home he keeps on coming back to and he is the freedom she can never refuse ---
and above all
above all
they are best friends
amy pond with spiky, self-cut short hair, wearing cargo shorts and a carhartt vest (nothing underneath), and straddling the doctor on the floor of the tardis
Drabble 353/366 - Doctor Who
Amy’s lap is warm.
The Doctor wriggles closer and presses his face into her thigh. Her skirt is soft and cradles his head between her knees. He takes a breath; she’s all familiar smells, she’s Amy’s Soap and Amy’s Shampoo and Amy’s Lotion—thick and sweet and fogging over his mind.
“Good boy,” Amy comments. He can hear her smiling. Her hand curls over the back of his head, scritch-scratching his scalp until he shivers, tingly. He rubs his cheek against her leg.
No talking, no thinking, just Amy. He’d like that forever, if he was allowed to have it.
the doctor asked Amy to believe for 20 minutes
and then she believed for the rest of her life
you’ll be there ‘til the end of me… or vice versa